Penny and I saw each other every day that week, and there was some discussion of what had happened, what might happen in the future, and what we had enjoyed or disliked. We even got some lists of flats from the estate agents, and went to see a couple, but they were awful dives. The rule of no sex after Wednesday was applied. We didn't see Mike and Tara that week, but Penny spoke to Tara in several telephone calls.
On Friday I picked up Penny, with her overnight bag. She had told her parents we were going to a weekend house party. They had made no objection. I was beginning to be less embarrassed that they obviously thought we were sleeping together and didn't mind.
Mike opened the door, and welcomed us in, Tara was in the kitchen. We said hello, and offered help, Penny was accepted, I was chased off to play with Mike. He had new song to work on. In 'D' this time, which I much prefer.
Dinner was served in the dining room, all very formal. Apart from the quite wonderful food there was wine, more wine, dessert wine, and an offer of brandy or port. Penny laughed. "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can seduce me? Because I've told you before, you really don't have to. I'm quite happy to be seduced without any more drink."
Tara laughed. "Well, I suppose we have all been skating round the subject. I'm so glad you have both come back tonight. And I wanted to propose a little game."
"What is it?" I asked, a little suspiciously.
She picked up a cloth bag from beside her and poured four snooker balls out "Whoever gets the red ball is slave to the others. Whoever gets yellow is slave to all but red. Pink is only slave to black. Black is master, or mistress for the night."
Now I was very suspicious. "Okay, Master sounds good to me, but I'm not sure about being a slave. What might a slave be ordered to do?"
"Anything that turns a Master, or Mistress, on. But since the plan is that tomorrow the roles are reversed, and we would have a safety word so if someone was in real distress they can ask to be let out of their situation, no one is going to get too carried away."
"Hmmm " I pondered. "Still not sure I want to be a slave tomorrow, even if I'm a Master tonight. Sorry to spoil the idea, but that's one area I don't want to explore. How about you Penny?"
She looked at me quizzically then. I later realised that this was the start of something significant, that would change our lives, but I didn't recognise it at the time. Well, maybe that is over dramatic. It wasn't the start, since all Penny's personality traits were settled, the potential was there, but this was the first time she let herself run with these ideas. She said "We don't have to draw, and we don't have to swap over. I'll be your slave for the whole weekend. You can be my Master, and if you want to share me with the others I will be their slave too."
Tara whooped. I was silent with shocked surprise.
Penny looked straight at me and said "If that is alright with you, Master?"
Mike laughed then and looked at Tara. He simply said "Well? Which?"
She hesitated a moment and then said in a commanding tone "For this evening, you may speak without asking permission, but not come without my consent, you understand Boy?"
Mike bowed his head and said "Yes Mistress."
"Then you two slaves, clear away the dishes and bring us glasses of Cointreau in the lounge."
Mike rose and bowed, saying "Yes Mistress, Master," he gestured at Penny to do the same. She complied.
Tara grinned at me and said "Shall we have a comfy seat?"
We went to the lounge, where Tara closed the door and threw herself on me. It was a mad, passionate embrace, a demanding kiss with hands everywhere, and she growled "I've been dreaming about fucking you all week."
I was pretty instantly turned on, given the anticipation, the drink, the talk at the meal and Tara's cuddly body and demanding lips. I kissed her hard back, and then said "What are we going to do now?"
"You could just fuck me and make them stand and watch." she said. "Or fuck me and have Penny let me lick her out. I've been looking forward to that all week too."
"Sounds fun, but what about Mike?"
"He can fuck me after."
"You know he showed me you guys have some costumes? How about getting them to dress up? Have you got a slave girl outfit that would suit Penny?" I asked.
Tara's eyes gleamed. "Oh, good call. Ah here they come."
She stepped away from me and as Mike came in with a tray she pointed to the coffee table, and beckoned Penny to her. Penny went up to her and Tara quickly and unexpectedly grabbed her by the back of the neck and took a swift and thorough kiss. Penny was caught off balance for a second, but then kissed her back enthusiastically. When she pulled away Tara looked at Penny "You are quite inappropriately dressed Slave. You Boy, take her away and get her something suitable to wear. And you should change as well. And no playing with each other while you are at it. Understand?"
They murmured their assent and left. Tara laughed and turning to me lifted her black woollen dress and pulled it off over her head. Beneath it she was wearing a thong and bra in blue and gold and hold up stockings. With her flame red hair and pale white skin she was stunning as she smiled at me. "Get your cock out, Sean. They'll be at least ten minutes, and I can't wait."
She stripped off the thong as I loosened my belt, and then she pulled my trousers to my ankles and me to the floor. Two seconds later I felt her warm soft pussy opening around my cock head, and she impaled herself with a deep sigh on my shaft. I could see her soft red hairs frame my cock as she slid down on me, sinking right to the full length of my cock, her ginger bush mingling with my brown curls. I thought for a moment about the fact that this was the first pussy I had ever entered, Penny's was the only other one I'd had on my cock, and tonight I would have hers too. Not a high score, but both were simply wonderful.
All sorts of fantasy ideas cascaded through my head as Tara bounced up and down on me. The fact that Penny was soon going to open the door and see us was one turn on. What she might be wearing was a world of possibility. Getting her to suck Mike, or just bend over and let him fuck her right in front of me was a sudden spike of exciting imagery. It wasn't the first time I had thought it, but it struck me that I really did like watching my girlfriend get fucked by Mike. And I'd like to see her get fucked by other men. Lots of them. Two or three at a time. In my fantasy she was enjoying it of course, and for a second I questioned that, but realistically, I thought she would like that. Once she got used to anal. That thought gave me another spike of arousal.
I had a sudden vision. Penny tied down over the piano stool, with Mike taking her from behind, pushing that long cock all the way up her ass. I nearly came at the idea of it. Tara noticed my hips reflexive movements and grinned at me "Oh baby, do that again!" I tried to wipe out thoughts of Penny being bound and buggered, and concentrated on the sexy redhead that was right there with me. Although as I ran my hands over her thighs and hips and held her slim waist, lifting her and slamming her down onto me, the idea of Tara on a piano stool with me taking her ass was fleetingly toyed with.
As always Tara was going wild. She drove down hard on me and stopped there, no longer bouncing but snaking her hips back and forward, her back and stomach flexing, pussy clenched around my cock, eyes closed and moaning as she sought her own climax. I was more than happy to watch her as the red flush crept under her skin, highlighting her breasts and neck and up to her cheeks.
I knew she would orgasm soon, and decided to hold onto my own arousal while maximising hers. I was sure that there would be more opportunities for me than I could handle this weekend. I synchronised my thrusts with her breathing and looked into her eyes as I urge her on "Come on Tara, come now and let me feel your pussy round my cock. I want to feel you come on me, come for me honey, come with my cock in you, come so Penny can lick you afterwards and taste your sweet pussy, that's it Tara, come like that for me."
Tara rocked back, head thrown back, hips forward, almost shrieking "Oh yes!" and clawing at her own breasts in her bra.
I noticed the door open, and Penny came in, followed by Mike. I admit to being so surprised that I almost forgot Tara for a second. But I rallied, and pulled her to me, and rubbed her back softly, and told her she was beautiful, and brought her round by saying "Our slaves are here. And they look like a lot of fun."
