040. The Lake House | part 11

Hot damn, this is going to be so fucking fantastic; getting those two tied up to the tree once again. I sure hope Tracey brought her little bag of goodies. Just thinking about it is making me hard as a rock. Sam with her hands tied over her head, Tracey so close they can see each other's gooseflesh as I approach with that paddle in one hand and the crop in the other, yet far enough apart they can't touch, this time; unless I give one or the other a little push. Mmm, the way their long legs struggle to support themselves as they balance on the balls of their feet.

"Ouch," Damn, that hurt. Okay, no more fantasizing over them, I tell myself as a feel my forehead for bleeding; lucky for me I'm okay. I wouldn't want the girls to think they had to take it easy on me because I was injured.

I'm close enough now that I can hear the sounds their lips are making as they share their passion. I don't think they know I'm here yet because neither has turned around, or even broken their lip lock. In my approach, I pan the area looking for the goody bag. I spot it just a few feet from where the girls are and head toward it.

To my surprise, I don't quite make my destination when I feel hands grab mine. A blindfold quickly pushed over my eyes and I'm pushed to the ground on my knees. Why those little devils, they had this planned all along.

"All right, mister; on your feet, now!"

"As you wish." I stand with a little help after feeling the cool metal of the handcuffs click into place around my wrists. I'm not sure who's doing what at this point because there's total silence, except for an occasional crack when one of them steps on a twig.

I'm being led, hopefully in the direction of the tree they had me somewhat secured to before, but only time will tell.

"Turn around,"

I obey as instructed. I can hear the sounds the ropes make as the girls obviously position them for more restraint. They are making certain I cannot escape this time. I feel the ropes go between the metal cuffs and my back, good thing I came out here without my shirt. I sense Tracey's fingers tracing around my erect nipples. I know it's her because her nails are more pointed than Sam's. I strain to hear what Sam is doing, but am unable to tell.

"Don't you dare move, mister; or you will definitely regret it. Understood?"

"Is that a promise?" You know I have to egg them on, "Are you certain I will regret whatever it is you will do to me?" The silence is killing me here. What are those two up to, now? "Ouch!" Make that a double. The first after a stick or something was not so gently pushed into my balls and the second after I'd forgotten that my wrists are cuffed and I make the attempt to cover myself to prevent a repeat. "Okay, I will be a good boy, just don't do that again," a slight irritation in my voice confirms that I didn't appreciate their antics.

Taking my mind off my pain, I feel one of the girls against my back and one pressing her ass into my groin. Damn all this and I can't touch. This is torture enough, what's next? Soft breaths against the nape of my neck make my cock rejoice. My pulse becomes faster, stronger. I wet my lips in anticipation, but good thing I put my tongue back in my mouth because before I knew it there was a brief 'whack' across my ass; then another and another. My cheeks are now sting, but this is incredible.

Still behind me, I feel Tracey's fingers streak across my flesh then stop suddenly right at the crack. A cooling gel is spread between my cheeks and Tracey's finger slides easily into my anus. I am shocked that it doesn't hurt. I thought for sure I'd go through the roof, well trees in this case. I moan in delight and hear Tracey echo my moan with one of her own as I feel her hand leave my ass; only to be replaced with something bigger, colder. Oh my God; she didn't actually slide that thing inside me?

Oh yes she did and not only that, but it must be on high power because I can feel the vibrations in my teeth, but God damn; it's making my precum ooze out like I have a leak. Tracey continues with the vibrator and now I can feel Sam press her ass harder against me. I try to get my cock into her pussy, but she's too quick. "Stop teasing me!" I shout and then writhe against my wife's backside, when she slows her motions.

"Oh Tracey, I do believe he's enjoying himself; come, look at this."

I hear Sam then feel the vibrator uncontrollably bob, knowing then that Tracey had released her grip. She must have come to my front. Even though I can't see, I know exactly what they are ogling at. I can feel the cool breeze surround my cock because the precum is flowing freely, now.

"I do believe you're right, Love. And it would be a shame to let all this go to waste."

Mmmm…I inhale deep, awaiting that first sensation of warmth around my shaft. Who will it be?

Sam always knows how to please, but then again, that little thing Tracey does with her tongue moments before I come, makes the final rush that much better. Okay, What's going on? I'm waiting for that tongue, the warmth, but nothing. I can feel my wrists chafing each time I strain to get free. They sure did a good job binding me this time. The silence is starting to get to me but then I hear a quiet giggle and then a moan. Damn, here I thought all this time they had been admiring me, but it sounds like they are admiring each other again; and who can blame them. Their passion makes me squirm and the more I squirm, the more excited I become. "Hey! What about me? You two are killing me."

I hear their loving sounds dissipate and although as sad as it is to disrupt them, I'm looking forward once again to their attention toward me. I hear footsteps moving around the back and the front; my shaft dances in anticipation. "Oh yes!" I sense movement of the vibrator, making me harder and then someone's mouth engulfs my head. Oh god, the sensations rob me of breath; I gasp.
That mouth, those lips and the best part; that tongue; that tongue, swirling around my shaft; teasing just beneath the rim then sliding down to the base. That tongue, with its many talents tormenting my sac then slither slowly, ever so slowly, back up to the head and slurp the pooling fluid; before allowing the lips to join in the fun.

"Oh no, not again," I cry my protest to the lack of warmth. However, after my slight protest, I feel freedom and can move my wrists and legs once again; my sight remains restricted, though.

"On your knees, mister!" A seductive voice beckons me. I obey.

Another command, "On your back, now!"

I wish I could see which girl is where because I…well I just want to know. I mean it would increase the intensity if I could envision the right one doing whatever it is they will do. Does that make sense?

Okay, I know, just relax and enjoy whatever it is I'm going to receive. After a rather large inhale, I feel one of the girls straddle my groin. Damn, it's difficult to tell who's where when they aren't speaking. Oh, I know…if I call Sam she'll answer and then I'll know. "Sam?....Sam?" Darn that didn't work; all I'm hearing now is giggling. I haven't been able to tell their giggles apart all weekend. I suppose my biggest fear is that I'll call Sam Tracey, or the other way around and I don't want Sam to think I can't tell her lovemaking from another woman.

As I was worrying over the little things, the woman over my groin moved to my cock and I slide in easily. "Mmm, finally." Before I know it, the blindfold is pushed to my forehead; but before my eyes adjust to the suns glare, my face is covered by a breathtaking scent. All thoughts of my wife's location escape me, the moment I taste Tracey.

With my hands free, I grab Sam's waist and pull her closer to me, driving myself deeper. Hearing her moan is music to my ears. After Sam is in the position I want her, I concentrate on Tracey. My tongue working furiously to bring her the deepest, most intense orgasm she's ever had in this fashion.

Sam is so tight. Her muscles clench my shaft, bringing my own orgasm closer with each deep thrust into her canal. I can usually tell when she's getting close to her peak, but with my hearing obstructed by Tracey's thighs, I just let nature take its course as I enjoy both girls. My lips and tongue drive Tracey wild with passion, her sweet scent overpowering against my face. Running my tongue up between her swollen labia, I seek out her clit with the tip. I feel it, swollen and shiny and as I circle around it, her moans become increasingly louder.

I look up to see Sam's hands caressing Tracey's breasts from behind, teasing the nipples and rolling them between her fingers. All this time, Sam is raising and lowering herself onto my cock. God, it feels so good. But the strange thing is, I have no wish to cum; these two women pleasuring themselves on me is just so erotic I want it to last and last. Before too long though, the two of them are locked in the throes of orgasm, their screams of pleasure echo through the woods. If anyone hears them, they will have no doubt what's going on.

I see Sam whisper into Tracey's ear and then the two of them switch positions. Sam kneels astride my face and Tracey lowers her dripping wet pussy onto my cock. If I thought Tracey smelt and tasted good, Sam is even more so. Perhaps it is the after effects of her orgasm, I don't know; but she is divine. I lavish her glistening folds with hungry kisses before dipping my tongue between them and licking upwards towards her clit.

Tracey must have been doing her kegel exercises because she is doing amazing things to my cock as she rides it. But, you know that remark about not wanting to cum? Forget it. I now have an overwhelming desire to shoot my load into Tracey. Fortunately, for me, both girls are now climaxing again and I can't stand it any longer, feeling my cock pulse over and over, shooting my semen into her.

Reluctantly, as we catch our breath, we disentangle ourselves and return to the cabin to shower. The time has come for Tracey to drive back to the city and we say our farewells, hug each other and promise to meet up again next weekend at our place. I'm really sorry to see her go. This weekend was supposed to have been for Sam's benefit, but I have to confess; I've not had this much fun in a long, long time.

As Sam and I walk back into the cabin, I wrap my arm round her shoulders; "Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?"

"You're damn right I did. Thank you so much. This has been the best birthday present ever and we couldn't have had a better person than Tracey to share it with us. Not only is she one hot lady, but the three of us fit together so well."

For some twisted reason, I had a sinking feeling that with just the two of us, our last night in the cabin, was going to be pretty quiet after all the action over the last couple of days. I mean, c'mon think about it. Sam on the other hand had clearly picked up many new and exciting tricks from Tracey during their time together and she even knew that Tracey as left her case of toys behind. Perhaps it was done on purpose, who knows. One thing I do know is that Sam took me to places I would never have imagined when we made love later that night and again the next morning.
Driving away from the cabin, we look at each other and smile. We both just remembered it was my birthday coming up next week. "It's a good thing I told Tracey I'd call her during the week regarding what time to come over. I stop the car suddenly, lean across the seat and I pull Sam close to me and show my appreciation with a sexy, romantic kiss before heading for the freeway.

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