"We certainly crossed a line there."
In sexual matters Helen was a hedonist, but her bedroom was remarkably austere. Plain wooden panelling, thick drapes to cover the windows, the furniture sturdy and functional but not in the least ornate. She and Samantha lay naked on the massive bed.
"You did. Yes." Helen sighed, looking down at her clenched fists.
"Have you ever... you know... thought about your girls like that?" The blonde shook her head.
"No... Sorry. They've always been my daughters, never anything else." The dark haired beauty shuddered, rubbing the heels of her hands into her temples.
"You're lucky. I've wanted Esther... in that way... since she became a woman... and now..." Her voice trailed off.
"Now you've had a taste, and you want more." Helen nodded.
"I know that right now Stevie is probably fucking her senseless and on one level I'm okay with that. He's a good fuck, and a sweet guy. She could do a heck of a lot worse... But..."
"You wish it was you fucking her?" Samantha knew her lover and friend very well.
"God forgive me, yes." Her voice faded away. Samantha reached over and squeezed her hand.
"Frankly... you're both adults. Fucked up as it may be, Esther seems okay with it... like she's been feeling the same way as you." Helen sighed. "As long as you don't hurt each other, it may work out okay. As you say she has Stephen... me too I guess..."
"That's true." Helen rolled off the bed, and walked over to a section of panelling. Sliding it aside revealed a set of recesses and retractable bars. "Will you... help me?"
Helen used the recesses as hand and footholds, then, "Could you pull that bar out?" Samantha slid out the diamond section beam between the other woman's legs. "Thank you." Settling slowly down so her weight began to crush her cunt against the unyielding timber, "Oh God." She reached as high as she could for handholds, then let her feet swing free. "Please... the cane."
The bamboo rod was light in Samantha's hand as she admired the stretched out muscles in Helen's back, and the play of her thighs and buttocks as she attempted to keep the weight off her pussy. A flick of the wrist and a fine line was painted across Helen's right buttock. Another flick and a line was laid down almost exactly parallel to the first. Helen gasped as the pain caused her concentration to lapse, her weight bearing down on her tender flesh.
The blonde smiled faintly. Challenges like this had been common among Helen's inner circle, although the Queen Bee had never been subjected to them herself. Samantha had often been called upon to wield the cane, and those lessons had stuck with her. She allowed the other woman to compose herself, then left two lines in quick succession marking the left buttock. Helen howled in pain, but she didn't slip against the beam. The challenge was simple enough, endure the pain of the cane, or experience even greater pain on the beam. This time was unusual though in that Helen had not spelled out a limit to the number of blows. That had happened only twice in Samantha's recollection, and in both cases the offender had been caned until they literally couldn't take any more. Helen was a stubborn woman though. This could take a while.
The first time down each buttock was painful enough, Helen's control failing twice, but it was the second time down, when each stroke landed on already bruised and beaten flesh, that her tears began to fall. Every stroke saw her whimper as she fell, and each time she pulled herself up again, pitting tormented flesh against her own will.
There is a fine line between pain and pleasure and Helen's body traded one for the other in the blink of an eye. She whimpered, grinding her dripping flesh against the cruel wood she straddled. As Helen slumped into her arms, Samantha guided one foot into a recess, then, supporting most of the other woman's weight, pushed the bar back into the wall.
"Damn, girl." The blonde breathed, "Did you really have to go that far?" Helen smiled weakly.
"I thought so at the time... Now... I'm not so sure." Samantha helped her to the bed where she sprawled out. "I've never actually used that before. There were a few features installed in this room when I was renovating." She pointed to panelling beside the bathroom door. "Slide that across, to the right." Complying revealed three holes, two small, the center one larger, and as the blonde looked closer she realized they resembled medieval stocks. The upper bar slid upwards allowing the victims head and hands to be trapped inside the wall. Or, she judged, estimating the size of the alcove behind the stocks, be placed inside the wall with their head and hands outside. The victim's head would be about hip height, making them easy to use. Samantha touched herself unconsciously as she imagined Stephen throat-fucking her in that position. Of course reversed, in near darkness, anyone could use her defenseless body, in any way, and she wouldn't know who. The thought brought a flush of bright colour to her cheeks.
"So, you like that?" Helen's voice teased her. The blonde nodded wordlessly. "Trapped in the wall... your cunt and ass on display... ready to be used by anyone I let into the room?" Samantha nodded again. "You always were my favourite." Helen beckoned her closer. "Well, it's just the two of us tonight. Sit your pretty little ass down on my face."
Samantha swung astride her lover's beautiful face, moaning in delight when Helen's tongue penetrated her slick depths. Shuddering gently, the throb between her legs intensifying as Helen's experienced muscle worked its magic.
The blonde closed her eyes and let her memory drift over her sexually-charged day. The morning with Stephen, his virile young cock in her throat, stretching her cunt, thrust deep into her ass. Esther, her mother's daughter, so beautiful, so eager to please. Her tongue almost as skilled as her mother's. Helen. Her oldest friend. Her first lover. Samantha growled softly, grinding her cunt against the other woman's lips. She was so close.
Samantha let herself go, crying out loud as her orgasm hit her. Her fingers digging into her lover's breasts, she felt the other woman writhe beneath her.
Helen pushed her back onto the bed, kissing her tenderly. The blonde wrapped her arms around her as weariness finally overtook her. Giggling the dark haired woman reached out to the controls beside the bed, and the light faded to darkness.
*****
Stephen awoke before Esther, finding his arm numb from the way she was lying on it but unwilling to disturb her. Instead he lay there watching her sleep, her long black hair messily spread across her pillow, her face completely relaxed.
The bedroom door swung silently open, and he turned his head to meet Samantha's blue eyes. The blonde silently mouthed, "Breakfast, soon," and he nodded in reply. The woman half turned away, then turned back with a wicked smile on her face. In a smooth swift movement she had lifted the covers and slipped into the bed behind the girl. Stephen's eyes widened as he realized her intent, the blonde's teeth closing on the teen's shoulder as one hand slipped under her body to caress her breasts and the other dove between her legs.
Esther awoke with a start but she was powerless to escape Samantha's embrace, even if she'd wanted to. Able to free his arm now, Stephen rolled against her, sandwiching her between his body and Samantha's. The teen lovers kissed passionately as the blonde's skilled fingers worked their magic.
She whispered, "Do you want to?" The boy felt the older woman's hand caress his rigid shaft before guiding it between the dark haired beauty's legs. Esther smiled her approval as he gradually filled her. His girth was uncomfortable with so little warmup, but she would gladly bear a little pain to feel him inside her once more.
Stephen ground slowly in his girlfriend's tight sheath. Esther moaning steadily as her lovers gave her their best efforts. Shuddering she climaxed, kissing Stephen, turning to kiss Samantha. A half whine of protest as the boy eased from her once more.
"Why?"
"It wouldn't be right to leave Samantha unsatisfied."
"Really... I'm fine... you don't have to..."
"Shut up, slut." Stephen's tone brooked no disobedience. Samantha flushed, breathing heavily. Even Esther bit her lip to restrain a gasp of pleasure.
"Yes, Daddy." The blonde responded with a wicked smirk. It was the boy's turn to flush. Esther noted his reaction with delight.
"Are you my Daddy?" She whispered in his ear. He tensed, but relaxed as she rubbed his back. "Please, Daddy, please fuck your baby girl's tight little pussy." As he sank into Samantha's pussy. "Ooo, Daddy. Fuck Mommy's tight little pussy hole." She giggled at Stephen's pained expression. "Ooo, maybe Daddy is a pervert. Maybe he only wants to stick his big daddy cock in his baby girl's tight bottom hole?" Both Stephen and Samantha were shaking with laughter. "Bad Daddy! Bad! Wanting to do perverted things with baby girl like that." She too sank to the bed laughing.
"Do you mind?" The blonde was red.
