Cute Girls

Double Vision Ch. 04

After the girls released me, we all headed for the shower to spent a playful half hour. Then we went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. The twins had discovered some boxes of muffin mix and now they insisted on making them. I found them a couple of old aprons and sat back to watch the most interesting cooks I had ever seen. Imagine, if you will, two lovely women, dressed only in aprons not large enough to close in the back, moving around, bending over … Well, you get the idea.

We ate a relaxed meal talking about a variety of topics. This may seem like a surprise. You might think if three highly sexed individuals spent all of their time naked, one of two things must happen. Either sex would be the only topic, everything directed towards prurient themes and activities. Or, at the other extreme, the nudity would eventually cease to be stimulating and interest in sexual activities would wane or totally disappear. However, this is not at all what happened. We were all comfortable being nude and did not spend every second thinking about our lack of clothing. But, by no means, did we lose interest in sex. The twins could discuss their business classes and become very excited about their future plans. (They planned to go directly for MBAs the next year after they graduated.) I could talk about my research or what classes I expected to be teaching the next fall without my tongue hanging out at the lovely view. But all three of us could instantly go to an arousing topic and bring immediate sexual excitement to everyone.

As we were finishing the last of the muffins and orange juice, Katie reminded me that they were to be my victims today. “And,” she said, “you can be pretty rough with us today if you want. But tomorrow we’ll need to take it a little easier.”

“Right,” Kristie added. “If we’re going to start hiking again in two days, we don’t want to be too sore. So tomorrow you’ll have to not do too much damage.”

“You two know I’d never damage you.”

The twins put on an immediate pout. “Please,” Kristie interrupted.

“We’ll be very bad if you want,” Katie said.

“Or very good,” Kristie supplied.

“But we do need to be worked over,” Katie finished.

I laughed at their antics. “You know I meant I’d never do any real damage. But I think I can promise you’ll find yourselves well punished before the day is over.”

The twins looked at one another and exchanged one of their cryptic glances. Then both turned to me and together said, “Hot damn!” Then all three of us broke up laughing.

“All right,” I conceded. “Why don’t you two finish cleaning up in here while I go get something ready?” They agreed and I headed out to the barn.

I had remembered that there was an old block and tackle which hung from the ridge beam where it had been used to lift bales of hay into the floored section of the upper part of the barn. It hadn’t been used in years and I doubted that the rope would still be safe to lift anything heavier than a paper plate, but I had plenty of new rope in the shed. I picked up a hank of half inch nylon on the way and proceeded on to the barn.

When I examined the pulleys, I found that they were still in good shape even if the old manila rope wasn’t good for anything. I disposed of the old rope and replaced it with the nylon and, for good measure, I oiled the pulleys.

I moved a few other things into the barn, including a couple of saw horses I had stored in the section with my car. Then I went back to the house where I found the two girls finished with the kitchen. “All right,” I said, “since you two depraved wenches seem to be in need of some discipline, let’s get some cuffs on you and take you out to the barn.”

Katie turned towards Kristie and said, “Did you hear that? He called us ‘wenches’.”

“And depraved at that. He does seem to recognize our qualities, doesn’t he?” Kristie replied. Then both girls turned towards me and held out their wrists while I put cuffs around them. I clipped their hands behind their backs and added ankle cuffs. I ducked into the other room for a second and quickly stuffed several toys into a duffle before returning to lead my willing captives outside.

We made our way out to the barn and into the garage part through the small side door. Once inside I moved to the door connecting with the rest of the building. I stopped and faced the two girls and held up the large cat from my display. “Enter, Wenches, and prepare to meet your fate.”

Then before I had a chance to give in and laugh at the silly line, Katie turned to her sister and said, “I hope our fate has a large cock.”

All three of us broke up at that. When I could speak without laughing again, I said, “That will cost you. Those cute little asses are soon going to be awfully red.” I held the door and motioned the two bound beauties into the large open area of the barn.

I had the block and tackle hanging over an open area several feet short of the floored upper section. Now I led the women over to it. I lowered the new rope and attached the end of it to Katie’s wrist cuffs. Then I moved her sister to stand facing her and fastened her cuffs to the same point. Moving back, I took the other end of the rope and began to pull. As the rope flowed through my hands the girls had their wrists tugged higher and were forced closer together. Soon they were stretched onto their toes, their breasts pressed firmly against their mirror images. I tied off the end of the rope and retrieved the cat. Moving up near them, I began to deliver easy lashes, letting the leather tails strike gently and slide across their bare skin.

For several minutes I continued this slow warmup. Even if I hadn’t learned that a slow and gentle start not only makes the victim more ready to accept a harder punishment later as well as arouses him or her, I would have been able to easily see that these two were rapidly becoming turned on by the process. I increased the strength of the blows so that they were beginning to sting and I could see each twin grimace as the tails struck her. I could also see the twin who was not being struck react to her sister’s discomfort.

I began to strike harder, causing small squeals and cries to emanate from each victim and sometimes from her sister as well. I struck mostly across those two delightful bottoms which soon began to show red lines on the taut white flesh. But I also whipped other parts of their wonderful anatomy, striking backs and stretched legs, as well as their flanks and breasts where they were pressed together. The flogging intensified until the strokes were generally harder than any I had used before. The girls cried out and sometimes screamed, but never gave any indication of a safeword or made any other attempt to stop me.

After several minutes of this I stopped and began to run my hands over their abused flesh. I’ll admit that my hands weren’t the only thing which touched them. Somehow every time I moved to within seven or eight inches of them, some other part of me seemed to contact their smooth bodies, usually about waist height.

My punishment had obviously hurt - tears were running down their faces - but the girls still began to tease me. “Is that all?” Katie asked sounding disbelieving. “I thought you were really going to punish us.”

“Yeah,” Kristie said. “If that’s all the torture we get, I’m not sure you need to bother with the ravishing.

“Oh, I’ve hardly begun,” I replied, and was rewarded by a pair of slight shivers. I continued to stroke and feel them up for a couple of minutes and then I went to get some lube from my duffle. I dipped both of my middle fingers into the Vaseline and began to apply it to each girl’s anus simultaneously. Soon I was fingering them both, sliding my fingers in and out, twisting them, and spreading the lubricant around and around. Even though I was enjoying this as much as the two girls, I finally pulled my fingers back and then, one at a time, inserted butt plugs into my willing victims.

Next I took out an item we had used before. The strap on dildo the girls had used the other day was the one Suzanne had brought up last year, and could be used with the harness or alone. It was a two ended device, each end looking like a very realistic eight inch cock. Now I took this and inserted an end into the pussy of each of my hanging captives, accompanied by favorable reactions from the captives themselves. I stood back and looked at the two squirming girls. “Now, I think I’m ready to give you a little better whipping.”

I moved over to the end of the rope holding the two women stretched onto their toes. I unfastened it from where I had tied it off, but instead of lowering them as they expected, I began to haul even harder on the rope. The block and tackle gave me enough leverage so that I had no trouble lifting the two women and I continued to pull until both girls were hanging from their wrist restraints with their feet nearly a foot off the floor. I could see the strain in their arm muscles and knew they couldn’t take this kind of suspension for a long time, but now they seemed to be able to handle it and I couldn’t deny that they looked incredibly sexy hanging there like that. I picked up the large cat once again and moved over next to the two dangling females. “Stretched like this, I think you’ll be able to appreciate the leather a little more, don’t you?” I raised the whip and brought it down hard across Kristie’s firm bottom. She howled and her legs kicked back and forth, which started the two of them to swinging slightly and turning back and forth. The next stroke left several angry red lines across Katie’s smooth globes and also elicited a similar verbal and kinetic response.

I whipped the twins for several minutes, striking very hard on their helpless bottoms and only a little less so elsewhere. They screamed and cried and jerked under the lashing, but neither tried to stop it. In fact I could see them grinding their crotches together as best they could, considering their position and the fact that every few seconds I interrupted them with another line of fire across their bare skin. Suddenly I saw their lower regions begin to contract in jerky spasms. But I didn’t slow my assault for their climax. I continued to whip them as they convulsed through hard orgasms and only after they began to come down did I begin to lessen the strength of the lashing.

I finally stopped the beating and went to release the rope and lower them, at least until they could stand on the floor and had some slack. As their breathing returned to more near normal, Katie said, “That was better, Dave, but we can take a lot more than that.”

“If we’re really ‘depraved wenches’ I’m sure you’ll need to punish us a lot more,” Kristie added.

“Don’t worry, you two. You will be very well punished before I finish with you. But I think maybe I’ll let one of you watch while I work on the other. Let’s see. I think I’ll start with Kristie.” I removed the dildo and unfastened Katie’s cuffs from the rope, leaving Kristie with her hands still raised. Then I moved Katie over to one of the barn support posts. I clipped her cuffs together behind her back, separated by a couple of inches of chain. Then I moved her against the support with her back to the post so she would be able to watch her sister’s torment. I took a three foot long round rod and inserted it behind the back of the post and inside her elbows. This strained her arms backwards and pushed her chest out, as the wood rod held her arms bent and left her almost no freedom to move around the post at all. It also let the post press against the plug still embedded in her ass. I added a pair of chained nipple clamps, but left her feet free so she could squirm around a little.

Next I brought over one of the saw horses and placed it next to Kristie. After placing a folded blanket across the horse, I released Kristie from the pulley rope and moved her so she was facing the saw horse from the side. She could tell what was coming and didn’t object when I spread her feet and anchored her ankles to the ends of the horse. I added the second pair of nipple clamps to her hard nubs, bringing only a sharp intake of breath. Now that her lovely breasts once again matched her sister’s, I bent her forward across the padded rail of the horse and tied her wrist cuffs to the ends on the opposite side, leaving her bent nearly double, her ass raised high and stretched invitingly.

For a couple of minutes I ran my hands over her body, tugging gently at the chained clamps and teasing her soaking pussy. Then I picked up the cat once more and began to drag it across her bare skin. Suddenly I raised it and quickly slashed it downwards across her already sore rear. She squealed, but instead of continuing the flogging, I put the cat down and picked up one of the frat paddles with the pattern of drilled holes. Standing behind her and slightly to the side I brought this down hard across her red ass. One of the things I had learned from my previous BDSM experience is how to use a paddle. Anyone can use it like a club and beat another person, but this doesn’t necessarily produce the most pain and can result in some real damage. The secret is to swing the paddle and rotate the wrist just before contact. This method produces a higher contact velocity and results in a sharper sting without having to strike hard enough to bruise. The holes in the paddle remove the cushion of air trapped by a solid paddle and also mean a greater area of edge contact, which produces a greater pain. Another thing which makes a paddle more effective is to have the victim with her toes turned inwards. This keeps the ass taut and makes it impossible to clench the buttocks. I had tied Kristie’s ankles in this position so she couldn’t turn her toes straight.

Evidently my technique worked, for I was rewarded with a loud scream from my bound victim. I waited a couple of seconds to make sure I hadn’t gone too far with her, but she quickly controlled herself and even wiggled her ass in open invitation of more. I didn’t disappoint her. Altogether I delivered fifteen strokes with the “Swiss Cheese” paddle and another ten with the leather one. Kristie was crying and her bottom was now a bright red, but she continued to wiggle it at me.

When I finally stopped the spanking I moved up to her and began to tease her bound body, tugging at the chain on the nipple clips, running my fingers over her tits and up her sopping slit, penetrating her hot tunnel. After several minutes of this I moved behind her and suddenly pushed my rigid cock into her clenching pussy. I shoved all the way in to the hilt in one single movement and then held myself tightly against her while she struggled against her bonds and her internal muscles squeezed me in a constricting grip. I ran my hands across her bottom, feeling the heat from her red skin and then tapped sharply against the embedded plug. Kristie jerked against her restraints, straining for release. I grasped the flared end of the plastic intruder and began to twist and pull, slowly removing it from her clenching ring of muscle. As the invader pulled free, an anguished moan escaped her lips and another a second later as I pulled my member from her other opening. But then I pressed the head of my shaft against her already distended rear opening and pushed against her. Kristie seemed to relax her muscles almost at once and I began to sink into her nether tunnel. As I slid in full length, a sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh passed her lips and then she was straining back against me, trying to sink my shaft even deeper.

For the next ten minutes I fucked her rear hole, sometimes slamming hard against her red and sore bottom and sometimes sliding ever so slowly in and out. Each time I sensed she was starting to near orgasm, I slowed or froze, lengthening the experience. I also stopped several times as I found myself rapidly approaching the point of no return. I wanted this to last as well as to torment my beautiful victim.

While I was doing this I became aware of Katie, tied tightly to the support post and watching us. She was struggling in an attempt to bring herself off and soon her voice, filled with frustration, began to taunt her sister. “Come on, Dave. Really pound her ass. Make her feel it. Spank her some more and pinch her tits.”

However, instead of resenting this, Kristie seemed to become even more turned on at her twin’s words. It also had a similar effect on me, and a couple of times I took her advice, squeezing Kristie’s breasts and tugging on the clamps, as well as occasionally slapping her red bottom. Soon I couldn’t wait any longer and began to pound into Kristie’s firm behind hard and fast until I felt the pressure building to the point where I could do nothing but press myself in as deeply as possible and hold tightly to Kristie’s hips as I jerked through a half dozen convulsions, pumping what seemed quarts of my juices into my lovely victim’s bowels. Kristie answered my thrusts with her own muscles, holding me in a grip I would not have believed possible as her contractions began to rhythmically squeeze my surging shaft.

When the explosions came at last, we both collapsed, Kristie onto the padded horse and me onto her hot rear. For half a minute I lay with my weight on her hips and then I gradually stood, slowly pulling my softening member from the velvet grip of her rear passage. I moved away and used a wet cloth to clean myself before returning to release the exhausted girl from her restraints.

Katie was still squirming in frustration and now said, “What about me? Do I get the same punishment, too?”

I moved Kristie over by her sister and reached out a hand to tug at Katie’s nipple clamps. “Would you really like a spanking like that?” I asked.

“Of course, Dave. Kristie liked it, didn’t she? That means I will, too.”

I couldn’t begin to argue with logic like that and her words were already making my shaft begin to harden again. After the intense climax I had just experienced, I would have thought it would have taken quite a bit longer for me to recover, but Katie’s words - and Kristie rubbing her clamped tits across my back as I turned towards her sister - had speeded the process considerably. Kristie’s added words - “Go for it, Stud” - might have helped a little, also.

I removed the rod from Katie’s elbows, releasing her from the post and started to turn her sister so her back was against it instead, when Katie said, “Her ass is empty, Dave. Shouldn’t you do something about that?”

Her twin immediately added, “I do feel rather empty back there.”

I grinned at her. “Grab you ankles, Wench, and turn you feet in.” She quickly complied and I retrieved the plug, added some more lube to it, and firmly pushed it back to its previous resting place. Kristie sighed, stood up, and held her wrists together behind her so I could clip them to each other. I then moved her against the post and used the three foot rod inside her elbows to lock her to the support. I removed the nipple clamps from both girls to allow the blood flow to return. I knew this would make the clamps hurt even more when, a minute later, I replaced them, letting them close over the women’s flattened nipples at right angles to their previous grip. This was confirmed when I got two cries from each twin as I did so.

Next I moved Katie over and bound her to the padded saw horse just as her sister had been a few minutes earlier. I then repeated the entire performance, teasing and then paddling Katie at least as much as I had Kristie. She cried and screamed, but seemed to get just as turned on as her twin had, struggling in frustration and actually asking for more. I ended up giving her an extra five swats with the leather paddle before stopping to tease her hot and bound form. By that time my cock was again rigid and when I plunged into Katie’s hot pussy, I had nearly as much difficulty holding back from an immediate climax as I had had with her sister. And when I removed the plug and entered her rear passage, both of us seemed to be even more turned on. At last, when finally I had expended myself again, pumping several spurts “where the sun doesn’t shine”, we both nearly collapsed into unconsciousness.

Once I had released both girls I realized we all needed to rest a little. However, I wasn’t done with them and determined to keep both of them - as well as myself - aroused until this afternoon. I had the impression that’s what they wanted also. Perhaps because Kristie said, “You’re not going to let us off this easy, are you, Dave?”

“No,” Katie continued, “haven’t we been bad enough…”

“Or good enough,” her sister inserted.

“…to deserve a little more?”

“Or maybe a lot more?” Katie added.

“That is,” Kristie said, “if you aren’t too much of a wimp to really punish us.”

I looked from one to the other. “You two really like these games, don’t you? Well, you don’t need to worry. I’m not done with you yet. But I think we had all better rest a little. I just think I might make your rest a little more uncomfortable than mine.” I then reinserted the plug in Katie’s bottom and clipped her hands behind her back also. I took two pieces of cord and tied one to the center of the chain of each set of nipple clamps. Using these like a leash, I led my two sexy captives back towards the house.

When we got back near the porch I led the girls to two trees. These were only a few feet apart and I could see both of them from the kitchen window. “I’m going to go fix us some lunch, but first I think I’ll make sure you two aren’t going anywhere. OK, backs to the trees, Wenches.”

“Aren’t we depraved wenches any more?” Katie complained.

“If not, what do we need to do to get our status back?” Kristie questioned.

“Oh, you are most certainly depraved,” I answered. “I just didn’t say it that time. As to what you have to do, well, I have several things in mind.”

“Are you going to put some of them in ours,” Kristie asked, playing on the homonym.

“I said ‘mind’, not ‘mine’, I replied. “But I do plan to fill you two quite often. And not just with lunch.”

“Oh, then I guess it’s all right if we’re not depraved until later,” Katie said.

I backed Katie up to the nearest tree and retied her hands behind the trunk. Then I took a long piece of rope, spread her ankles to either side of the trunk, and anchored them. I removed the nipple clamps, bringing a gasp from my victim, and then used the rest of the rope to tie her tightly and nearly immobile. Then I repeated the process with Kristie and the other tree, angling the two so they almost faced each other. I could see them wince as the rough bark was pulled against their sore bottoms and I knew the trunk was pressing on the base of the anal plugs. Finally I took two small dildos and pushed one into each wet pussy.

A slight breeze had come up and I decided to add something else to their torment. I went inside and returned in less than a minute with a handful of gift wrap ribbons. I checked the wind direction and found just the right branches so that when I finished, each girl had half a dozen ribbons fluttering against her breasts, stomach, and pussy. The gusty wind kept the strands moving and their tight bondage prevented them from being able to move even the slightest bit out of the way. The twins were already trying to squirm in response to the torturous touch of the moving filaments and I could tell from their breathing the effect was arousing as well as tormenting them again. “Enjoy yourselves,” I said. “I’ll be back with lunch … sometime. I don’t guess there’s any hurry.”

I went back into the kitchen and for several minutes just watched my two lovely captives squirming against their trees before I decided I really had better get some food together. I wanted something light because I planned on some strenuous activity after the meal, but I also wanted something a little exotic. I settled on a shrimp and crab salad - freezers are a wonderful invention - and some hard rolls. I mixed some lemonade to drink. All of this took the better part of an hour. Of course I admit I wasn’t trying to hurry and often stopped to watch the plight of my two beautiful bound and naked victims (as well as to stroke my own cock as I watched), but finally I had everything ready and placed it on a large tray to carry outside.

Both girls were obviously turned on and breathing hard when I arrived with the food. The breeze was still gusting and I could see the array of ribbons stochastically caress and tickle their sensitive breasts and bare pubes. As I placed the tray with the repast on a small table, Kristie breathlessly managed to get out, “Please, Dave, we’re going up the walls.”

Katie added, “Yes, Dave. Could you please fuck us before you let us loose for lunch?”

I looked from one to the other. “What makes you think you’re going to get loose for lunch? I plan to feed you where you are.” Both girls groaned, but I could see their eyes light up at the expectation of a continuation of this torture.

And continue it I did. I fed each of them, one mouthful at a time, alternating, sometimes stopping to eat myself. I also occasionally stopped the meal to use the dildos in their soaked vaginas to stimulate and tease, but never enough to let them come. In addition, I let the ribbons continue their beleaguering activities. With one thing and another, the meal lasted for over an hour.

Finally, when the last of the food and drink was consumed, I moved from one twin to the other, sucking nipples, fingering them, and using the dildos to drive them both into long overdue climaxes. When both had come and were hanging there in near exhaustion, I removed the dildos and plugs, released them, and we all headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

When we finished, I reached for a towel and started drying myself. That gave me an idea and I said to the twins, “Say, have you two ever been whipped wet?”

Katie and Kristie exchanged a quick glance. “No,” Katie replied. “Is it different?”

“Oh, yes,” I answered. “The moisture, especially warm moisture, opens the pores and sensitizes the skin. It lessens the likelihood of damaging the skin and makes each stroke sting even more. I think we should try it.”

“I’m sure we wouldn’t want to miss the experience,” Kristie said.

“Should we just not dry off?” Katie asked.

“We can do even better than that,” I answered. “Come on outside.” We went back out once more. By the corner of the house was a small hot tub my grandfather had installed a number of years earlier. It wasn’t one of the big models you see in store displays, but a much smaller one, just big enough that two people could fit inside and , seated, their heads would come just above the top. He had used it for several years and then something went wrong with the heating system and he never repaired the problem. Since I had had the place it had remained empty and covered and I had made no move to either fix or remove it. Now I connected a hose to the laundry sink and adjusted the water so it was quite warm. A quick rinse of the tub and then I began to let it fill.

I had the two girls come over and climb inside and then I tied their hands together in front. The water was warm, almost hot, and I filled the tub until it was up to their necks. Then I turned off the water and instructed them to just soak while I went after something. The something I was after was a couple of green willow shoots. Each was about four feet long and tapered from about three eights of an inch across down to almost nothing at the very end. I peeled off any leaves and twigs and soon had two very flexible (and, I hoped, very painful) switches.

I returned to the tub where the twins had now been soaking for nearly twenty minutes. I had them raise their hands and replaced the ropes with the sturdy cuffs once more. Then I led both of them, still dripping wet, over to a tree with an overhanging branch about nine feet above the ground. I tossed a rope over the branch and soon the two girls were stretched onto their toes, wet fronts pressing against each other, already becoming excited from the prospect of the coming thrashing.

I produced one of the switches and made a couple of practice cuts through the air, each accompanied by a swishing sound which made the girls cringe as well as lick their lips in anticipation. “This will probably hurt quite a bit, but I’ll be careful not to damage your skin. Don’t be afraid to use a safeword if you need it. OK?”

They nodded in reply and I could see the excitement in the shivers which ran down their wet bodies. I moved beside them and suddenly landed a quick cut across Katie’s rounded ass. A red line immediately appeared and she screamed at the burning line of pain. A second cut quickly followed to her sister’s bottom and produced a twin scream from Kristie. I continued to whip them, but with less violent strokes - just enough to produce stinging pain, but not enough to really damage. I whipped them everywhere I could get at between their shoulders and ankles, never letting them know where the next stroke was going to fall. By the time each girl had received twenty cuts, they were both aroused and squirming against each other and only a couple of more were required to start them into orgasms.

I decided that was enough of the switch, but before I released them, I let them sample the feel of the bamboo riding crops and the leather cat on damp skin. I turned them around so they were hanging back to back and applied several strokes of the crop to their firm breasts, even striking the swollen nipples. Then I let them feel the leather tails of the flogger on their stomachs, thighs, and bare pubes. By the time I finished with this task (Nice work if you can get it.) They were well on the way to another orgasm and I was hard and my balls were aching. I decided we could work something out and shoved my rigid member into Kristie and pounded her with a half dozen long strokes. Then I moved over to Katie and did the same before moving back to Kristie. I was able to last though several of these cycles (and a couple of orgasms for each girl) before I exploded in Katie’s clinching tunnel.

This time after a quick shower all of us dried off.

I decided the girls needed a little break from the “torture” no matter what they said, so we spent the next hour and a half lying on a blanket in the sun. Of course the twins were staked out spread eagled on their backs and I spent most of the time either tickling them into hysterics or eating them to orgasm.

After this I asked if they had had enough and Katie answered, “Can’t we be depraved a little longer?”

“Yes,” her sister added, “we’d still like some more. Maybe this time you can actually make us feel it.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” I murmured.

“Oh, we are,” Katie said.

I let them make a trip to the bathroom and them we all went out to the barn once more. Inside I moved them over to the pulley again and soon had them secured back to back, arms attached to the rope above their heads. I took the two ended dildo I had used on them earlier and some lube over to the stretched girls. After carefully (and happily) fingering each anus and applying a generous load of lubricant, both inside and out, I inserted one end of the dildo into each firm bottom. The dildo, as I have said, represents two good sized cocks, so I had to take a little time and effort before it was embedded the whole eight inches into each lovely rear.

I spread their legs and fastened a bar between their ankles and then used the rope to pull them completely off the floor. I slowly began to circle my hanging victims and then began to apply the short tailed cat to their tits. I began easy but soon was striking the firm globes quite hard, even the swollen nipples which still must have been quite sore from the clamps. Then I moved my target down to their naked pubes, lashing directly onto their pussy lips and occasionally striking the swollen clits poking from their hoods. The girls jerked as the lashes struck, causing them to swing back and forth, their arms straining with the effort of holding all of their weight.

I switched to the other cats and spent nearly twenty minutes lashing them all over their fronts, bringing cries and screams, but no safewords. I did bring a couple of orgasms, though. When I had played with other girls, it was very rare that one had an orgasm just from the whipping or other abuse, but these two seemed to come over and over. Everything turned them on. As I had already found out, they didn’t need to be beaten to come, but they did enjoy it.

I finally lowered the rope enough so they could stand on their feet again. As I looked over the two girls I saw that some of the whippings - especially the ones with the switches and crops - had left some red lines and faint welts. I knew these would be gone in about a day, but I also knew they meant that the skin would be very sensitive. I didn’t want to really hurt my two captives so I decided maybe I should bring the various whippings to a halt fairly soon. But I still had one more torture which I wanted to try on them first.

I removed the double dildo and set it aside where I could get it again in a couple of minutes. I spread a blanket on the floor beneath the pulley and had the twins lie down on it, each girl face up with her feet against her sister’s. I attached a long spreader bar between their feet, forcing each girl to open her legs wide, her ankles four feet apart. Then I attached a chain to the two ends of the bar and fastened the pulley rope to the center of the chain. I left their hands free so they could protect their heads as I hauled on the rope, pulling them higher until they were hanging by their feet, back to back, their heads a foot above the floor. Then I tied their hands behind their backs, wrists to elbows, and forced the double dildo back into their rear passages. Nipple clamps with small lead weights completed their bondage.

For several minutes I moved from one to the other, using my mouth and tongue on their open, and quite soaked, slits. This oral attention combined with the movement of the large dildo resting in their nether passages served to drive them even higher and soon both girls were moaning in frustration. Then I took the small cat and began to sting them on the outside of their thighs, their stomachs, and backs. I switched to the cat with the longer, but wide, tails and increased the strength of my attack. I was rewarded with small cries and more sounds of frustration as they jerked and twisted against the assault.

Suddenly I brought the tails down against the insides of their thighs, Katie’s left and Kristie’s right. I repeated the blow on the other side and then continued to rain strokes of ever increasing severity to the sensitive skin of their inner legs. They knew what was coming and, despite the fact that the flogging was hurting their vulnerable regions, both appeared eager to continue. I didn’t disappoint them and brought the lash down in a singing arc across their open slits and engorged clits. The first contact with these sensitive organs brought a scream from each, as did the several that followed. However, it did more than merely torment because within a few strokes both twins were convulsing in orgasm while I continued to deliver stinging anguish to their most sensitive parts.

For nearly a half hour I alternated the flogging - sometimes fairly severe - with oral attention to the abused areas and some other stimulation to their clamped nipples and filled rears. They responded with several more orgasms and well as verbally egging me on - at least when they could catch their breath enough.

At last, I decided they had had enough and untied their arms and removed the dildo before lowering them from their hanging position. I unfastened their ankles from the spreader bar and the two women rolled over and almost together came up onto their knees. I stood there watching them catch their breath when I saw one of those cryptic quick exchanges of eye contact. In a flash they turned together and reached for me, pulling me close and each of these lovely foxes brought her mouth to my cock and balls. They now took their turn and savaged me orally, teasing me almost to the point of no return a dozen times before finally pushing me over. Then, as I slowly began to come back to reality, together they licked me clean and nearly drove me back into collapse again.

I had lost track of the time and was surprised to see that it was late afternoon when we emerged from the barn. All three of us were quite worn, but the girls had to be exceedingly sore as well. I could see many marks and mild welts along with a lot of reddened skin, but they acted like nothing was the matter. When I asked about how they felt, Katie said, “Oh, we’re sore a lot of places, but in another day we’ll be fine.”

Kristie added, “But I think we’d better not play too rough tomorrow since we have to leave the next morning. No more whipping.”

“At least, not this time,” Katie added.

“That’s right,” her sister said. “But the next time…”

I liked the sound of that. It didn’t seem that this would be my only encounter with these two wonderful ladies. Hopefully I could handle it. Once when I was a teenager, a friend of mine, John, was telling me about a trip to his uncle’s place. There was a painting on the wall of an old man, probably in his seventies or eighties, leaning on a hoe at the edge of a field and watching the sunset. John’s family and his uncle were admiring it when my friend’s two small cousins exploded through the room. His uncle pointed to the man in the picture and said, “Actually he’s only twenty-five, but he has two small kids.” Now I thought there might possibly be another explanation for his ancient appearance. But even that possibility didn’t make the idea of another visit by the twins seem unattractive.

We made our way back to the house and a long, hot shower, before heading to the kitchen to find some supper.

After the meal I offered to rub some oil onto their damaged skin. We moved to the porch with several blankets and a clean sheet. I used the blankets to pad the floor and than spread the sheet over them. I had some massage oil left from Suzanne’s visit last summer and had warmed it up. Now I had the twins lie down on their stomachs and brought out the small ceramic container of warm oil. Kneeling between them I began to spread the oil, first on Katie’s back and then on her sister’s.

I spent a good half hour rubbing the oil into their backs, bottoms, and legs, kneading it into sore muscles and relaxing them. By the time I had the girls turn over, both were feeling very relaxed, but some sexual tension was beginning to build. As I rubbed the oil over breasts, skimming hard nipples, and across their bare pubes, their (and my) excitement continued to mount. Soon the girls began to rub some of the oil onto me, even though I hadn’t had the same stresses they had. Needless to say, I didn’t object, even when they found it increasingly necessary to see that my rampant cock was well oiled. In fact, they seemed to find this necessary over and over. After twenty minutes of this I found myself being pulled on top of Kristie while Katie rubbed oil onto my back using her breasts and stomach to massage it in. I had known from experience with Suzanne (and a couple of other girls) that having sex when both people are covered with oil is an incredibly erotic experience, but I found that having two slippery partners, both nearly insatiable themselves, enhanced even this experience a thousand fold.

After a long time, and two climaxes for me and many more for the twins, we all fell asleep where we were. A couple of hours later we woke and decided on a quick shower to wash off the excess oil before moving back to the mattress in the corner, where we spent the remainder of the night.

I opened my eyes to early morning sun and the feeling of two tongues tantalizing my rampant cock. Before rising the twins drove me to another climax, sharing the resulting spurts, and I repaid each of them with two hot, wet oral sessions leading to their own orgasms.

Most of the marks from the previous day’s activities had already disappeared, but a few lines still remained on their otherwise perfect skin. At breakfast I again asked after their condition and both told me they felt nearly repaired. “But,” Kristie added, “we’re still going to have to skip the really rough stuff today.”

“However, we do have a plan,” her twin said.

“Right,” Kristie said, “we got together this morning and decided what we’re going to do today.”

There was no way they had had a chance to discuss anything this morning. I had been with them every second and would have heard any such planning. But then I remembered that these two could “discuss” something at great length without making a sound.

“So, just what do you have in mind?” I asked, somewhat hesitantly.

“We decided,” Katie began, “to spend the entire day doing something a little different.”

“Right,” Kristie said. “Every other day we’ve spent a lot of time being whipped or whipping you or some other kind of BDSM stuff.”

“We did go swimming part of one morning,” Katie inserted.

“But that hardly counts,” her twin finished.

“So all we’re going to do today,” Katie said.

“Is spend all of our time doing one thing,” Kristie continued.

“For all of today, the three of us will limit ourselves to one thing,” Katie pronounced.

“And that will be,” Kristie expounded.

“Making love,” Katie declared.

“In as many possible ways and combinations as we can,” Kristie concluded.

“At least, if that’s all right with you, Dave,” Katie added.

I looked from one twin to the other and back again. I must have had a look on my face that expressed what I was feeling because both twins began to giggle at me. “I certainly will not be the one to argue with you over that plan,” I stated. “Just leave me enough strength to still move tomorrow. Or at least by the next day.”

We did exactly as the girls had stated. I’ll admit that before the day was over, I found more combinations than I would have imagined possible. We made love in pairs and in threes. We had oral, anal, and vaginal sex - one, two, or all three activities at a time. (OK, so we used a couple of vibrators and dildos to accomplish that.) I fucked Katie’s tight rear while her sister used the strap on to ravish mine. Kristie pounded me from behind while I slid in and out of Katie’s slick tunnel. I rode one girl while eating the other. I got to experience the extraordinary sensation of feeling one active tongue on my cock while another equally hot tongue worked on my anus. I had sex tied to each girl so we could hardly move. I also had sex with each girl while the pair of them were tied to each other. Both of them - both separately and together - made love to me while I was bound helpless.

I made no attempt to keep count of the number of climaxes I managed that day, although I’m sure that I beat that earlier record. When we finally collapsed into bed after a last bout, all three of us were tired, happy, and as sated as we could possibly be.

The next morning we all awoke early and I found I was up to two more orgasms, enjoying a really satisfying fuck with each of the two most beautiful and sexy women I had ever imagined, much less actually met. After breakfast all three of us reluctantly dressed.

I realized that this was the first time is several days that I worn clothing and made some comment about that being by far the longest I had ever gone nude. From the casual attitude of the twins to nudity, I thought they had probably done this before, but Kristie enlightened me. “Actually, we’ve never spent more than a day naked ourselves.”

I looked surprised and Katie said, “We’ve never spent even that long with both of us and a man before.”

“But it seemed natural with you, Dave. I’m really glad we tried it,” Kristie said.

“Some day it might be fun to try it even longer,” Katie supplemented.

“I wouldn’t object to that in the least,” I answered. “I want to thank you girls. I’m certainly glad you made a wrong turn on the trail the other day.”

The two exchanged another of their lightning glances. “So are we,” Kristie said.

“It was definitely one of our best moves,” Katie continued.

“And we hope it doesn’t end here,” Kristie said.

“We’d really like to see more of you, Dave,” Katie added.

Actually I don’t think we can see any more of you,” Kristie corrected.

“But we certainly want to see you more,” her sister elaborated.

“In fact, we may come visit you this fall.”

“That is, if you wouldn’t mind,” Katie equivocated.

“I would never mind that,” I responded. I had already given them my address and phone number in exchange for theirs. “I think I can promise you that you won’t be bored if you come.”

“Not bored, but definitely screwed, I hope,” Kristie said.

“And we certainly will come,” Katie added, leaving it as a double entendre.

“And so will you,” added her sister, removing any confusion from the meaning.

The girls donned their packs and I hiked with them back to the point where the trail left my property. We stopped there for a couple of long and intense good bye kisses. “I’ll definitely see you two this fall,” I said.

“We’ll count on it,” Katie said.

“And we’ll do more than see,” Kristie added.

Another idea struck me and I decided to go ahead and throw it out. “Maybe if you two would like, next summer we could all come up here and have a little longer time to spend together. Say four or five weeks.”

Two beautiful faces turned towards each other for all of two seconds and in that time four emerald eyes carried on at least twenty minutes of conversation. Then those deep and lovely eyes focused on me again. “We’d like that,” Katie said.

“As long as you promise to keep us naked,” her sister continued.

“And spank and whip us often,” Katie added.

“And torture us in other ways,” Kristie said.

“And maybe sometimes let us torture you,” Katie put in.

“Then we’d be happy to come,” Kristie said.

“We’d really like to see you once again,” Katie finished.

I looked from one lovely face and body to the other identical beautiful woman. “I’d like to see you once again,” I said. “In fact twice.”

At last they left and I stood watching their backpacks - not mention their saucy bottoms - swinging down the path. When they disappeared around a bend in the path I sighed, and wondered how I was going to be able to think about history for the rest of the summer.

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