Sept 12, 2010: Sunday with Family

Per Whitney I worn skirt and blouse, heels no bra or panties. I entered through the garage and undressed. Whitney met me at the door dressed in a sheer white baby doll and heels; totally stunning. I told her she looked fabulous. We embraced and kissed passionately and she led me inside. Tonja was standing against the counter, naked, and collared and her hands cuffed in front of her. Whitney informed me Tonja had been nude since Saturday morning around 10:00 when Karen left for her obligatory weekend visit with her father. She’d be home around 4:00.

I hugged Tonja. Whitney had her kneel and kiss my cunt and ass while was so odd for me. I poured wine for everybody then Whitney took the hand cuffs from my bag and cuffed my hands in front of me also. We sat in the living room and talked. Tonja related, at Whitney's prodding, that she’d been used thoroughly, had not been allowed to bathe or sleep in a bed last night. She’d been peeing in the bathtub and had been outside last night to piss. Whitney sat there glowing with supreme confidence as Tonja brought me up to date. I asked if Karen was aware of any of this and Whitney quickly told me “no” but the time was coming soon. I brought them up to date on my activities.

Whitney summoned me over. I went to her, knelt between her legs and began worshipping her pussy while Tonja watched. She made it last forever, made me work to bring her off with my mouth and fingers. She made me beg for her cumm which I willingly did. She rewarded me with a beautiful orgasm then had me lick and clean her thoroughly and pay respect to her ass. Once I’d done that, she directed me over to Tonja. The two of us kissed, me giving Tonja Whitney's essence. During that she called us her whores. My cunt was raging and I would have loved a release but at that moment it was not to be.

From there, filled wine glasses in hand, we moved upstairs to Tonja’s bedroom. Whitney took a double ended dildo from Tonja’s dresser. The thing was probably 16-18 inches long. She directed us to the floor on our elbows and knees with our butts facing each other. She inserted one end in Tonja’s pussy, the other in mine then had us back closer together and our ass cheeks touching and the dildo embedded in our cunts. Then she told us to fuck each other. At first it was awkward, our motions were clumsy, uncoordinated and the thing kept slipping out. Whitney had a belt and slapped our butts and told us to figure it out and not to piss her off. She called us cunt whores and kept slapping our butts and told us we were too greedy. To help us find rhythm, she took a long rope, looped it under my tummy, in front of my thighs, ran it around under Tonja’s tummy and in front of her thighs and kept cinching it around us until she’d tied us together and our butts were mashed against each other. There was no way the double ended thing was going to slip out. She told us to try again. Finally we established a rhythm. She sat on the edge of the bed; we were parallel to the side of the bed and close enough that she could flail us with the belt. She told us how stupid we looked, like two old horny bitches trying to fuck. We kept going. She stopped us and attached clothes pins to my nipples and Tonja’s as well. She said maybe this will make us serious about fucking. It was agony! We started again and she kept whipping at our buts and tits. She told us to make some noise; she wanted to hear whore noises. We grunted, moaned and struggled until I came. She whipped her mom for not trying hard enough. Tonja came. We kept fucking. I came a total of 3 times, Tonja, I think came twice.

Whitney was laughing like crazy. She said we were worse than two dogs trying to mate. She removed the pins, untied us and removed the cuffs. Tonja was so tired she was barely able to stagger to the bathroom and pee.

After I peed Whitney gave her mom a break and let her rest. I covered her with a blanket and closed her bedroom door. Whitney and I though, went downstairs and plopped on the sofa. We hugged close, rubbed each other, talked and I sucked her nipples, and ate her again when she wanted me to. We stayed like that until Karen walked in.

Karen asked where Tonja was and we said sleeping; she’d had a rough day.

The look on Karen’s face was pouty, as if she walked in and interrupted something. She was almost standoffish. Whitney laughed her off and said she was just getting me warmed up for her. I went to Karen and kissed her and told her I was hers and there’s no reason to pout. She called me a white bitch, a slut and such. I said yes but I’m yours, let me show you. I undressed her and kissed her pussy, sucked her nipples and caressed her body, doing what I could to get her in a mood. I began to tell her how wet she was and how much I loved her wetness. She joined Whitney on the sofa and I slipped to the floor. Whitney began kissing her lips and I kissed her pussy, sucking, using fingers and Karen immediately softened. I brought her off and then lifted her leg and buried my face in her ass, kissing and licking her. I brought her off again and kept playing with her.

Whitney asked Karen why she was in such a mood. The response was that she had to be at her dads and missed most of the goodies. I assured her that in no way did I want her to feel shorted. Whitney asked her sister if it would make her feel better to be alone with me for a while. Karen said yes.

She and I went to her bedroom and closed the door. I told her again I was hers and wanted to make her feel good and I’ll do anything to make it happen. I took her in my arms and held her and kissed her, telling her she was so precious. I fingered her and she came again. She told me she’s pissed because I won’t fuck her friends. I told her that’s not true; it is my understanding her mom and sister have some say about when and with who. But I will fuck her friends, fuck whoever she says and I’ll do it as soon as it’s okay. I told her she can be totally in charge of me and as far as I’m concerned, she's above me in every respect.

She had Whitney come upstairs and we all talked this thing through. Karen named off about a dozen girls and Whitney stopped her and said no more than 4; that’s what she had. Then Karen went back to the time at the farmhouse where Jas was in charge and there were bunches of people. Whitney reminded her that’s Jasmine’s way and we don’t do thing like Jas does. Finally Karen settled on four names that she wanted to have over. (She was talking like within the next hour, lol.) Whitney said we structure and plan this but it cannot be here; it freaks mom. Karen piped up and asked then why can’t we have it at the farm house and not tell mom. Whitney said, perhaps.

Karen had to pee and she and Whitney had me get in the tub. Karen squatted and peed on me and Whitney followed. Karen was beaming like she just discovered her big girl panties. The three of us talked; actually it was mostly the two of them discussing Karen’s friends.

I cleaned up and went into Tonja’s bedroom and kissed her awake and said goodbye. She had tears in her eye and said she’d become her daughters slave; how did this happen. I asked her if she was happy. She said it’s so confusing. She talked; I listened. I told her that in any relationship there’s always one person who is more dominate than the other, makes no difference if its sexual or not. I told her what has happened has happened, let go and then reaffirmed she has two beautiful daughters who will not compromise her.
Shortly afterwards I left.