Show your Lines

When I opened my eyes to the morning sun I almost thought I was still dreaming - except that I had never had a dream this hot. I was lying on my back, legs spread fifteen inches or so, a naked twin lying face down on either side. Each of my hands was resting on a hard round ass cheek and each twin had a leg thrown over my own. They were turned slightly towards me and a taut breast and hard nipple rested against each of my arms. And they each had a hand lying along the crease at the top of my thighs, fingers touching my balls.

I didn’t want to move and spoil this wonderful feeling. On the other hand I wanted a little more feeling and began to gently slide my hands lightly across their firm asses. Neither was awake but both responded to this stimulation by beginning to gently stroke with their own hands. We lay for a couple of minutes like this and then one of them - I think it was Katie - woke and leaned over to slide her tongue around the inside edge of my right ear. My shivering must have awoken her sister because Kristie lifted her head, saw what her twin was doing, and started to do the same with my left ear.

We played like that for a few minutes before need drove us to the bathroom. Kristie must have been in the most need because she moved in ahead of us other two. But she didn’t close the door. Neither of these two nymphs seemed to have much in the way of inhibitions and Kristie didn’t seem bothered that I was standing there while she used the toilet. Well, actually I didn’t just stand there - Katie put her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that would, in a half dozen states, have probably made us married. When her sister finished, Katie pushed in ahead of me, but then Kristie came and gave me a kiss at least as hot. (Would that have made me a bigamist in those states?) Well, after the unrestrained display of the twins I couldn’t very well have acted like a prude, so I left the door open while I relieved myself, too.

I shaved with only occasional “help” from the twins and then we grabbed a quick shower before going to find some breakfast. I could definitely get used to a morning routine like this.

During breakfast they asked about the place and how I had come to own it. I explained that it had been in the family for a number of years and that my grandfather had left it to me. Kristie asked, “How big is it? Just how much of this mountain is yours?”

“Not really a lot,” I replied. “Altogether there’s about four hundred acres, most of it just woods.”

“Four hundred acres is quite a bit,” Katie said. “I saw the house, the shed where you put your saw, and a barn. What else is there?”

“No other buildings. And the barn hasn’t been used as one for years and years. It used to hold saddle horses, but there haven’t been any for fifteen years or more. It’s been cleaned out and mostly it’s just a big, empty building. I park my car in the front of it, but that’s about all.”

“Oh,” Kristie said, sounding a little disappointed. “Anything else of interest?”

“There are some nice trails. You came down one of them the other day.” I smiled at them. “Thank goodness. Back one of the others there’s a stream and a pretty good swimming hole. Some nice views of the mountains in a few places. Mostly, just a lot of peace and quiet.” Then I added mischievously, “Unlike right here where it might not be quiet, but I’ve definitely found a nice piece or so.”

The twins made a face and Katie said, “I think he should be punished for that, don’t you?”

“Definitely,” Kristie answered. “Maybe we shouldn’t be nice to him any more.”

“No, no. I apologize,” I quickly said. “I like it when you’re nice to me.”

“I still don’t know,” Katie mused. “Do you think we should be nice to him, Kristie?”

“Well, he does have a cute ass and a pretty nice cock.”

The two of them turned and looked up and down my body, staring until I was actually embarrassed. This went on for half a minute and then Katie said, “OK, Stud, but don’t let it happen again.” Then both of them broke up laughing. I could never begin to guess what these two would do next.

Then Kristie said, “I vote we explore some this morning. Since that makes two votes to your one, that means we explore.”

“Two votes?” I asked. “Katie hasn’t voted yet.”

“But I did,” Kristie said. “So of course she votes the same way.”

“That’s right,” Katie put in. “Kristie just happened to vote first this time.”

“I know when I’m beaten,” I said.

“Not yet,” Kristie murmured.

I wasn’t sure what to make of that, so I ignored it. “What would you like to see? The swimming hole, maybe? It’s about a half mile from here. I often swim there and, ” I added with a slight leer, “I never bother with a suit.”

“That sounds like a good place to start,” Katie said. Then she seemed to hesitate a little. “Will we need to get dressed?”

I thought about it for a second or two. The pool itself was very private but the trail to the hole did pass an open area or two where someone might be able to see from one of the hiking trails in the forest system. Not likely, but possible. “It’s not likely anyone would see, but you might want to put something on just in case. Anyway you’ll want some shoes. You don’t have to wear boots if you don’t want. It’s an easy trail.”

In the end we all put on running shoes and cutoffs (but no underwear) and the twins donned short tee shirts. The air was already quite warm and we were certainly not too cool as we made our way along the trail. Soon we came to the bank of the stream and the trail turned to follow it uphill. The stream, about ten or twelve feet wide here, bounced along over the smooth rocks of its bed. The sound of the tumbling water, a few birds and insects, and the light breeze were all that was to be heard as we walked mostly in silence. Then we came out of a thicket and a glade a hundred feet across opened in front of us. At the far end the stream tumbled over a series of steep rapids, dropping nearly eight feet, before it entered a placid pool. Originally the pool had been no more than two feet deep in the center but I had partly dammed the stream and now the pool was nearly thirty feet wide and sixty long. At the center it was chest deep.

The twins exclaimed excitedly and ran to the edge near the rapids. They immediately started pulling off their clothing and one of them called, “Come on, Dave. Let’s get wet.”

How could I resist an invitation like that? I started removing my own clothes as I neared where they were standing. A tree had fallen across the end of the pool about five feet below the rapids and stretched from side to side. The two girls, now both naked again, walked out along it to the center.

Suddenly I realized what they were about to do and called, “Wait! You don’t want to jump in like that.” But I was a couple of seconds too late and both jumped - feet first, at least - out into the water. There was a single splash and then a loud shriek, or rather two loud shrieks.

“It’s cold!” Katie shouted.

“I tried to warn you,” I said as I waded more slowly into the pool. “The stream starts at a glacier. You can’t expect it to be warm, but you’ll get used to it pretty quickly.”

The two girls moved over to meet me. We were standing in about three feet of water when we met and Kristie said, “You’ll just have to warm us up until we do, then.” With that she put her arms around me and began another one of those kisses.

The water temperature was probably in the low sixties. Not really ice water, but it felt pretty cold. I will admit that my temperature did seem to go up quite a bit during that kiss and the identical one Katie gave me afterwards. But that was as far as it went. In water that cold even the twins couldn’t get my cock aroused. Instead we splashed around and swam back and forth a few times. We did do a little feeling and there were a few more of those kisses. (We did need to warm up some, didn’t we?) After a while one of the girls said, “I think I’m turning blue.”

“We had better get out and dry off a little,” I said. “We can swim again later if you want.” I had brought a couple of towels and now we dried each other - and used another couple of those kisses to warm up some more. We looked around the clearing a little more, but the twins decided they had done enough swimming for that day. We got dressed, picked up the towels, and started back towards the house.

When we got back the girls immediately pulled off their clothes again and I followed suit. I was hoping they were thinking about more sex, but Katie suddenly said, “Let’s go look at the barn. We haven’t been there at all.”

Not exactly what I would have chosen to do just then, but what the heck. Anyway I started across the fifty yards to the barn with the two girls just behind me. I opened a small door in the side near one end instead of the big double door I used to bring the car inside. We stepped through onto the concrete floor and I gestured around the large room. “Welcome to my garage.”

About a third of the length of the barn was walled off here to form a room big enough to hold my Blazer as well as a couple of workbenches along the back wall. Actually there was room to get in two other cars if I parked them really close, but I had never had more than one inside at a time. The girls looked around and then Kristie said, “Let’s see what’s through there.” She indicated a small door, located between two of the workbenches, in the dividing wall.

“OK, I said. But there’s nothing in there except a big empty old barn.”

We went through the door and stepped into an area about sixty feet long and thirty five wide. There were several old stalls along the right wall at the far end along with one large storage room. Otherwise the only thing showing was the concrete floor and the timber framing of the barn. At about fifteen foot intervals large, smooth posts rose twenty feet up to the roof supports. About ten feet up was a cross beam and on each post was a double triangle support, one on either side of the post. These supported the cross members. For the last thirty feet at the far end, the cross beams had been floored over and used to store hay. Now the open floor space was bare and unused.

Katie moved over to one of the posts. “Hey, I can think of a use for these.” She turned her back to it and stretched her arms up and out, holding them against the triangular supports.

Kristie moved over to the other side of the post, facing it. “Or maybe like this,” she said, stretching her arms like her sister’s, but facing the post instead of away from it.

These two looked incredibly sexy all the time. But stretched against that post, naked as they were, I could imagine them tightly bound while I used a cat or maybe feathers or some other item to torment them. My cock began to harden.

They stood like that for about a minute, Katie’s nipples beginning to stick out as they hardened even more. Kristie’s nipples were hidden by the post but her rounded ass, protruding as it was, just invited a lashing. Then, as though on some signal, both lowered their hands and turned to face me. Katie looked down at my cock which was now beginning to assume a horizontal aspect. Kristie followed her gaze and then both looked up at me. “Let’s see what you look like stretched like that, Dave,” Kristie said.

“Yes,” Katie said. “Fair’s, fair.”

They each moved over and took one of my hands to lead me to the post. I didn’t object as they stood me with my back to the post and held my hands up to the triangle support pieces. I left my hands there as they moved back and looked me up and down. Katie moved back closer and cupped my balls in her hand. “Nice,” she said.

Kristie came over, too, and bent to lick at each of my nipples. I squirmed but kept my hands up as though they were tied there. Then both girls knelt and began to lick at my cock and to tickle my balls and surrounding area with their hands. This was too much and my hands fell to protect myself as I bent over in laughter.

“No fair,” Kristie cried.

“Yeah, you need to be still,” Katie said. Then she produced a pair of the wrist cuffs and a couple of short pieces of rope. I have no idea how the twins had carried that stuff out with them without my noticing, but they must have. Anyway, I decided it would really be fair to let them tie me up and I supposed I could take a little tickling. After all, my cock was already sticking out straight and hard from just the small amount of attention I had already received. So I let them fasten the cuffs around my wrists and tie the ropes to the D rings. Then each girls took hold of a rope and moved me up to the post. Their other hands were busy playing with my privates and stroking my ass and I didn’t even notice they had me facing the post until they began to pull the ropes tight.

Maybe I could have still pulled loose at that point, but the girls were a lot stronger than they looked and I didn’t really try. For whatever reason I soon found myself pulled up so that I had to stand on my toes. I was facing the smooth post, a lot of my weight hanging from my wrists, my leg and calf muscles stretched tautly. They used another piece of the rope to tie my ankles on either side of the post so that my legs were opened about a foot.

Then they began to play with me. Fingers ghosted up and down my ribs, along the undersides of my arms and the backs of my legs, up the crack of my ass and along the sensitive area between my anus and balls. I strained in laughter and could feel my cock becoming even more turgid. Occasionally they would stop tickling and lick somewhere or kiss and suck some part of my body. To say I was aroused would definitely have been an understatement.

I was breathing hard when I heard Katie say, “I’ll be right back.” Her twin didn’t acknowledge - at least verbally - and continued to lick and tease me. In only about a minute Katie returned. Kristie stood up and I twisted around to see what they had. I should have known. Katie had a small box and as I watched she removed two of the cats from it and handed one to Kristie.

As I have said I’ve played BDSM games with a few different girls. However, most of these games haven’t really been intense. A lot of spanking, some with paddles and occasional straps or belts. A few times I’ve used a cat or crop on a girl. And I’ve felt a paddle several times myself. But I had been whipped only once. The previous summer when Suzanne was up here we had tried trading off a couple of times. Once she had tied me to the chains on the porch and used the cat with soft leather tails. It stung and it turned me on, but didn’t do any real damage. Suzanne didn’t seem to like dishing it out as much as being on the receiving end, so we never repeated that experience. Also I think she didn’t really use the whip very hard for the same reason. Now I was going to be whipped and I had seen these two using cats on each other. They wouldn’t be afraid to really swing it. What had I gotten myself into?

Katie had the cat with two foot soft leather tails and Kristie had the larger one from my office display. Both came over and started to trail the leather tails over my ass and back. Kristie leaned against me, her hard nipple moving across my side. She moved her mouth against my right ear and said, “We’re going to really whip your ass, Dave. You’re going to love it.” Then she ran her tongue around the inside of my ear.

I wasn’t sure if I’d love it or not. In fact I was a little scared and wasn’t sure I could even take it. But I had whipped the girls, it did seem fair, and, anyway, I wanted to find out what it was like. Katie leaned against my left side and brought her lips to my other ear. “Same safe words, Dave. But try to take it for us. We’ll make it worth your while.” Then she licked inside that ear.

I had no doubt these two could “make it worth my while.” I also knew they wouldn’t hit hard enough to do any real damage. But I was stretched - really stretched - naked and vulnerable, bound so I could hardly move, and there were two strong girls about to “really whip my ass.” I decided to hold out as long as I could.

The first lash landed on my ass and it stung. But I realized it wasn’t very hard. Katie was doing the whipping because I recognized the feel of the wide, soft lashes. As the blows continued they got harder and soon she had me crying out even with that soft whip. Then Kristie started adding her lashes with the thirty inch cat. I howled when the first of these cut across my rear. I was quickly learning that these two really knew how to handle a cat. Both could give their wrist the little flick at exactly the right time to make the ends of the tails really snap against my flesh.

My bottom felt hot and I knew it must already be quite red. The twins then began to spread the blows and even with the softer whip Katie was getting some real results. It seemed every lash was making me scream or cry out. They really hurt, but I was determined to take whatever they gave me. Stretched as I was the lashes felt like fire when they landed on the taut muscles of my calves or upper back. They wrapped some around onto my sides and even managed to snap the ends against my nipples several times. Kristie - if it was her still using the large cat - seemed to be very good at making the tail ends snap into my ass crack.

Tears were streaming down my face and I was crying out nearly constantly, but to my own later surprise I hadn’t even thought of using a safe word since the whipping really began. I guess I did really trust them not to go to far and despite the pain, or maybe because of it, I was becoming even more aroused. My cock was trying to stick up but it was pressed tightly against the post, trapped between me and the wood, unable to rise to its desired position. I suppose I could maybe have worked it alongside the post, and, while that would have allowed it to stick up, it would also have made it a possible target of those leather tails, either accidently or on purpose. So I left it pressing against the wood.

This was a lot more intense than any of the spankings I had previously experienced. Certainly more intense than the one half-hearted whipping Suzanne had given me. There was also the element of surprise: I hadn’t really been expecting it when they tied me to the post. So I was totally helpless, maybe a little off balance not knowing what was coming, and there was no doubt that these two beautiful nude nymphs swinging the whips were definitely in charge. All of these things added up to make this a far more arousing experience than any earlier ones where I was the “victim.”

Finally the lashes stopped, at least for awhile. The two girls came over and began to feel my hot ass, gently stroking and letting their fingers run up the crack and across my anus. One of them untied my ankles and the other loosened the rope on my left wrist. I expected to be released, but when the rope slipped from the support triangle is was suddenly tossed over the beam a couple of feet to my right, only now that was to my left. They had turned me around, my right wrist rope still bound to the triangle near the post and the left one pulling my hands apart. They pulled on the rope until I was again stretched with my feet just able to rest flat on the floor.

Katie put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. “We haven’t even tried this side yet,” she said, running her fingers down my chest.

“No,” her sister said. “There isn’t a mark on him here.” She let her hand trail across my nipples and down my stomach and around my hard cock and swollen balls. Now I felt a little scared again. Were they going to whip my cock? I knew they wouldn’t really try to hurt me but where did their idea of “play” leave off?

Katie picked up the soft tailed cat once more and began to slap it against my front. For the next few minutes they took turns, lashing my chest and legs, but staying away from my sexual parts. It did sting. And I was turning red a lot of places. But they were careful not to do any real damage and, although I did scream a few times and was crying a lot, it really wasn’t as bad as when they had been whipping my ass.

At last they stopped. Both girls came over and began to play with me, running hands, lips, and tongues all over me. Soon the crying stopped and was replaced with gasps of arousal. My cock strained like it wanted to break out of its skin and my balls ached, swollen and full, desperately needing release.

Both girls knelt and licked and sucked at my cock, but never enough to let me come. They were very, very good at orgasm denial, judging perfectly how much I could take without starting to go over the top. Then Katie stood up and faced me, putting her arms around my neck once more. Suddenly the pulled hard against my neck, pulling herself up and wrapping her legs around my waist. Her sister took hold of my stiff rod and moved it back and forth across Katie’s soaked slit and then pushed it inside. Katie sucked in her breath and squeezed her legs even harder around me. We started to fuck. Tied as I was I couldn’t do an awful lot, but I managed to make my hips thrust forward by going up onto my toes. Katie used those strong legs of hers to wonderful effect as her internal muscles clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Then Kristie suddenly pushed a wet finger into my rectum and began to work it in and out in a hard rhythm, synchronized with Katie’s and my thrusts. Needless to say I didn’t last long under this stimulation and soon was crying out as I seemed to pump a quart of my juices into Katie’s hot pussy. Katie clamped her legs in an iron grip as Kristie pushed harder than ever into my rear and held that penetrating pressure against our convulsions.

When Katie started to come down she unwrapped her legs and let them return to the floor, taking some of the strain off my arms. Kristie slowly withdrew her digit and I hung limply from the ropes.

“I think we should stay in charge for the rest of the day. Is that all right with you, Dave? After all, I haven’t really had a chance at you yet.” Kristie accompanied that with slow circles of her tongue around my nipples.

I was still breathing a little fast but managed, “It seems I have no say in it anyway, so I guess I’m yours. Just try to leave me conscious.”

“Oh, I don’t think we’ll let you sleep through anything,” Katie said.

The twins untied my hands but used one of the harness clips to fasten them together behind my back. I was still worn and my skin still felt hot, but the pain had mostly gone. Oh, sure, I was still sore and I expected there would be red stripes for at least several hours if not until the next day. But the real pain of the ordeal was gone. I was amazed to find that, even though I was still a little afraid of another workout like that, I was also sort of looking forward to it. Perhaps this side of the BDSM games were just as exciting.

We went back towards the house and when we got to the back door, Kristie said, “Let’s leave him out here until we get lunch ready.” Katie agreed and soon I found myself, lying on my back on a blanket, tied spread eagled, wrists and ankles tied to four stakes. A little tickling, a little oral and manual stimulation, and then the twins disappeared inside the house.

I lay stretched there for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes before the girls came back outside. They were carrying a tray of food and a couple of water bottles with squirt tops. I wondered if they planed to feed me as I was, without letting me up. I soon found out they did.

“We tried to find something we could have for a cold lunch,” Katie commented as she set the tray just out of my sight.

“We didn’t want to spend a lot of time cooking,” Kristie added.

“We thought we might start you off with some carrot sticks,” Katie said. Carrot sticks? Was I going to get a repeat of the vegetables and dip of the other night? If so, I certainly wouldn’t complain.

“You just stay there and we’ll feed you,” Kristie commented. Then she came around where I could see her. She had a carrot stick in her mouth. She knelt down next to my head and bent over to offer me the end of the stick. I opened my mouth and took the end of the orange stick between my lips and as I chewed and worked it further in, Kristie came closer until our lips were touching. She kept contact as I chewed and swallowed and then licked my lips before standing. Katie repeated the whole process with a piece of celery.

For several minutes the girls alternated feeding me vegetables. Then Katie said, “Now you feed us,” and reversed roles. One of them would place a carrot or celery stick between my lips and then kneel down and begin taking it from me. Then we went on to apple slices.

It might not sound like this would be super erotic after our other activities, but I was finding it so. Most people don’t normally associate eating with sex - at least not eating fruit and vegetables - but there have been some notable exceptions. Remember the meal scene from the old movie “Tom Jones”? Well, even if you don’t, let me assure you that this was really rather hot.

After a little more fruit, Kristie said, “Now for the main course. We found some hot dogs in the refrigerator.”

“Right,” Katie put in, “but we didn’t want to take time to roast them.”

“But,” continued Kristie, “hot dogs are already cooked and you can eat them cold.”

“Except,” her sister went on, “they taste better warm.”

“So,” finished Kristie, “we thought of a compromise.” With that each of them moved to one side of me and held up a bun length hotdog.

Then Katie moved so she had a foot on each side of my chest and very sensuously licked the length of the wiener. This act alone was incredibly erotic, but what she did next nearly blew my mind. As her tongue slid off the end of the frankfurter she took the cylinder and ever so slowly pushed it into her vagina until only an inch was sticking out. She knelt with a knee on either side of my head and said in a slightly husky voice, “That should warm it up a little,” and then lowered the end of the meat to my lips.

Where did these two get their ideas? However, at that moment I didn’t care in the slightest. I took the end of the offered treat between my lips and slowly pulled another inch out. Then I began to work it in and out, a little at a time, and very gradually began to chew and swallow small pieces. By the time I finished, my cock ached with need and Katie looked like she was nearing climax herself. I licked everywhere I could reach, her freely flowing juices adding to the taste of the wiener.

Katie seemed to regain control of herself and slowly stood up. Kristie took her place. She had a second hot dog in her hand and said, “I’m sure one isn’t enough for your appetite.” Then she repeated Katie’s performance, licking the wiener and sensually pushing it inside her wet pussy. She knelt and I began to eat this one in the same way.

Again when I finished - and finished licking the “serving dish” clean, she seemed to come back to the present and stood once more. Katie said, “Now you’re fed, but we still need something. I hoped the something might be me, but she held up two more hot dogs. She handed one to her twin and then each of them inserted the meat into her own vagina. I was still tied on my back but I could look up and see their faces while their hands slowly moved the franks in and out.

This went on for a long time and then they sank to the ground. I was glad that they were over to one side of me, somewhat towards my feet so I could still see them, because Kristie lay on her back and Katie stretched out above her in the opposite direction. Then they began the most incredible scene I could ever imagine. It wasn’t really a sixty-nine because they were not directly stimulating each other. One would slide enough of the hot dog out to bite as the other pulled her body slightly back, exposing a little more of the cylinder. Still, their bodies couldn’t help but touch as they began to eat the hot dogs, pulling them in and out as I had done. As they had said earlier, their actions looked more like masturbation than love making, each girl concentrating on her own pleasure. But even so, the whole scene was almost too much to believe and if someone else had told me about it, I would never have believed it at all.

It must have taken them a good ten minutes to finish the two frankfurters, and as the last of the meat disappeared, I saw both begin to climax. As their breathing slowed again, they sat up and looked over towards me. “Now for dessert,” Kristie said. Each lovely face was wet with her twin’s juices and each ran her tongue slowly across damp lips. Then they moved to either side of me and lowered their mouths to begin licking and sucking my rampant cock.

I could never remember my cock having been as hard and I was sure I wouldn’t last thirty seconds. But these girls were good. Really good. They spent the next thirty minutes tormenting me unceasingly: slowly licking and sucking until I was almost exploding and then, at the perfect moment, pulling back until I cooled slightly. For a full half hour they denied me release while using their own fingers to give themselves release three times each. Finally, they both concentrated on my cock, driving me beyond any level of arousal I had ever experienced, until I came - and came and came - in their mouths and on their faces. Then, to top it off, they licked my juices from each other’s face while using their hands to play with my supersensitive organ.

“I think we all need a shower,” Kristie said.

Katie added, “but we’re still going to keep you as our captive for the rest of the day.”

“At least,” Kriste said. Then they began to untie me and removed my cuffs. We all headed inside to the big bathroom but before starting they used some nylon rope to tie my hands together to the shower head. Using the hand shower, they washed me and themselves. I had never had the experience of being totally helpless while someone else gave me a shower. Especially not two someones. But I can tell you that now I will heartily recommend the experience.

After drying off, we spent the rest of the afternoon just lying in the sun. Well, not JUST lying in the sun. There was a lot of heavy necking and petting involved, but we didn’t go any further, the twins saying I would need to conserve my strength for later. (That sounded promising.) Anyway, much as I would hate to admit it, there is a limit to how long one can play such intense BDSM games at a stretch. That doesn’t mean the limit is the same for everyone or that one would lose interest after some period. No, what I mean is that the games will lose some of their edge after awhile. Breaks in any activity can make it better when you come back to it.

So, anyway, we mostly just lay around talking. As I said, there was some necking and feeling and so on, and once I did let them tie me up and tickle me some. But overall it was a pretty relaxed few hours.

We were planning dinner and I said something about us all sitting down to eat on the porch. The twins looked at each other for a second and then Kristie said, “We must not have done a good job if he can still sit down for supper.”

“Maybe we should try a little harder,” Katie answered her. Then they both turned towards me and I guessed - it wasn’t very hard to guess - that they were going to warm my bottom some more before dinner.

The girls soon had wrist and ankle cuffs on me once more and were leading me out to the two big oaks in the back. The poles I had tied between them were still there and the girls took a blanket to pad the upper one again. In just a few minutes I found myself with my ankles spread two feet apart and tied to the lower pole and my wrists being tied to two stakes in the ground. This left me bent over the blanket padding, stretched tightly, and my ass higher than anything else. It also left my cock hard and sticking straight out and almost touching my own stomach as, almost bent double, I strained against my bonds.

The twins had run back inside and now came back out with several toys. I couldn’t see everything, but I did see several of the paddles and what looked like might have been one of the riding crops. The twins moved so one was one either side of me and each held up one of the frat paddles. “We decided to give you a birthday spanking,” Katie said.

“But it’s not my birthday,” I managed to get out.

“That’s OK,” Kristie answered. “We weren’t here on your birthday, so we’ll give it to you now.”

“That’s right,” Katie added. “And you are wearing your birthday suit, aren’t you? What are you? About sixty-five or seventy?” I didn’t even bother to answer - just tried to ready myself for what was coming.

Each twin raised her paddle and then one brought it down on my helpless ass in a loud slap. It stung, but obviously hadn’t been swung really hard. I heard a “One!” and then another blow, somewhat harder, followed, accompanied by a “Two!”. They continued to alternate and count until I heard “Twenty!” and then there was a short pause. Each of the blows had been getting harder and by five or six, I couldn’t help by cry out at each. These girls knew how to use a paddle, giving just the right twist at the instant of impact to make it really sting without being hard enough to cause any bad bruising. When they paused after twenty I had tears streaming down my face and was howling at each stroke.

If I had thought that pause represented the end of my spanking, I was soon corrected. The twins stopped only long enough to trade the solid wood paddles for the pair with holes drilled all over their surface. Each of these was the same three inches by eighteen inches and made of half inch thick hardwood, but the surface of each was covered with half inch holes. The edges of the holes had at least been sanded smooth so there were no splinters. But the ventilation not only allowed the paddle to contact at higher speed - no air cushion as it struck - but also gave a lot more contact area to sting. The first swat with one of these felt like a sheet of fire across my tender rear and I let out a scream. The girls hesitated only long enough to be sure I wasn’t trying to safeword out and then another fiery stroke landed, bringing another howl.

They alternated once more and delivered another twenty strokes. My ass felt like it was on fire itself and I was sure it must be a really bright red. But they still weren’t finished. Another twenty strokes followed, one twin using the rubber covered ping pong paddle and the other the thick, flexible leather paddle. At the end of these I was seriously beginning to think about using a safeword to stop the whole thing. I wasn’t sure I could handle any more.

But it turned out that wasn’t necessary. I felt two tongues begin to lick up and down my abused ass. Their tongues and the damp path they left felt cool against my burning skin. My cock was already sticking out what felt like two feet and was swollen so much that it actually ached. A similar ache in my balls was increased when the first tongue strayed from my cheek and traveled the crack, touching and teasing my anus.

For a couple of minutes the two of them continued to lick and let their fingers stimulate me in other ways. Then I felt a slick finger probe my anus and I groaned as it penetrated and began to lube my rear entrance, both inside and out. This lasted for about a minute and then the finger was replaced by the slick head of a dildo. The other end of the dildo must have gone into Kristie because I saw Katie moving around in front of me and I felt a pair of long, bare legs press against me from behind as the dildo was pushed deep inside my rectum. Kristie began to slowly fuck me, moving her plastic phallus nearly all the way out and then plunging it in to the hilt again. She began slowly but soon built up to a faster speed.

Did I object to this activity? No, I definitely did not. I was finding that being used like this was incredibly stimulating. Then I received even more stimulation. Katie somehow managed to move so she was on her back with her pussy directly below my mouth. She raised her legs onto my shoulders and brought her soaking slit to my lips as her sister continued to pound my rear. I didn’t hesitate and was soon licking, sucking, and nibbling at her tender flesh. It was plain to see that Katie was enjoying this. In fact after three or four minutes of it she began to come and started to cry out in orgasm. She twisted around and her hand grasped my cock and soon I, too, was crying out as I came, Kristie still pounding in my ass. I don’t know if it was just pounding the plastic cock into me and the other end into herself or if she was playing with her own clit, but whatever the reason, shortly after I began to come, Kristie also started to convulse.

After we all calmed down the girls released me and we all went back inside and cleaned up. I didn’t really have to eat standing up, but my rear was definitely sore and still felt hot throughout most of the meal.

After dinner we again lay around for a couple of hours, just talking. Most of the pain in my rear was gone by then - these two were actually really good at causing some intense stinging without doing any kind of lasting damage. Even short term lasting damage. We, however, stayed on the porch as the hungry insects had begun to emerge with dusk.

About ten, I saw the twins exchange some more glances. Someone could probably get a PhD dissertation out of studying their private language. Anyway, they seemed to understand each other and Kristie got up and went inside - to the bathroom, I assumed. However, in less than a minute she reappeared holding the thirty inch cat and the cuffs in her hand. “I think it’s time we played some more, don’t you, Dave?”

Several thoughts passed through my head in a matter of a second or two. First, I believed I was far too sore to be whipped again. Then, I realized I wasn’t - I actually felt fine. And finally, I noticed my cock was already responding and becoming hard. It seemed to think it was playtime. I managed to smile and get out, “I think I might like that.”

Kristie and Katie quickly had the cuffs tightened around my wrists and ankles, all the while carefully avoiding touching my cock - something which made it even harder. They took me over to the chains and soon I was bound tightly stretched to the ceiling, my hands spread two feet apart and my feet just reaching the floor. Katie began to rub lube into my rectum again and it wasn’t long before she had a butt plug firmly seated, filling me and stretching my nether hole.

Since they only had brought out one cat, I expected the twins to take turns lashing me. Or, perhaps, one would play with my front parts while the other whipped my back. But Katie looked at Kristie and held up a second set of cuffs. “First?” was all she said.

Kristie nodded and began putting the cuffs on her sister. I watched, fascinated, as Katie moved over to face me and Kristie bound her wrists to the same points as my own. As I said, I had become aroused at the first suggestion of another session, but now my turgid member was straining at the possibilities. And I found that Katie, too, was filled with anticipation. Kristie grasped my rigid rod and moved it up and down against her twin’s slit and I found myself drenched in Katie’s juices. Kristie helped, and soon my cock was buried to the limit in Katie’s hot tunnel. She then picked up three leather belts I hadn’t noticed before and used them to bind Katie and myself together at the waist and the tops of our thighs. Then she fastened Katie’s ankle cuffs to the outside of my own.

The final touch came as Kristie dipped her finger in the vaseline and began to penetrate her twin’s rear hole. Soon she was moving the digit in and out, spreading the slick substance all around. I could feel her movements through Katie’s internal membranes, a fact which drove me even higher and made my shaft even more rigid. When Kristie removed her finger and began to push a plug inside to replace it, I could also feel that. And so could Katie. Her internal muscles began to rhythmically contract in response to this stimulation and she locked her mouth against mine.

We were still kissing, our tongues tangling, when the first stinging lash of the cat struck my ass and, I believe, wrapped around onto Katie’s. This was the kind of thing I had had in mind when I had brought two sets of cuffs the previous year. Of course, with just Suzanne and myself, I had never figured out a good way for us to be tied together and still be whipped. But now it was happening and I found it even more exciting than I had imagined. Each stinging blow transmitted itself to the other one of us through clinching muscles. Each reaction to a lash was met, reflected, and amplified by the other.

Kristie was very good. She knew exactly how hard and frequent to make her lashes to hold us both at the highest possible level of arousal, but prevent us from coming. She struck at irregular intervals and with different strengths. Her targets varied and we never could tell where or when the next lash would fall, nor how hard. She mostly whipped our asses, but also struck legs, backs, and flanks.

For nearly thirty minutes she continued to torment us. Some of the strokes were really hard and left angry red lines. Others were almost a caress. A sudden hard stroke to my ass, burning like fire and driving the plug in deeper, would almost - almost, but not quite - send me over the top. Other times when I was nearly to the point of no return an almost gentle - again almost, but not quite - lash to my balls brought me back down. And she was also doing the same kind of things to Katie.

We hung there, poised on the edge, becoming even more aroused, more desperate to come, until at last Kristie delivered a set of particularly severe lashes to both of us, driving us nearly into oblivion as we convulsed against each other, our groins grinding together, our mouths locked, bodies pressed together with heated passion.

Ultimately, we hung limply together, still secured by the leather belts as well as the cuffs. I also noticed that my cock had softened only slightly. As our breathing returned to normal, Katie said, “I’ve always wanted to try something like that. It was even better than I hoped.”

“Yes, it was definitely hot. More than I could have imagined,” I said.

Just then Kristie broke into our private world and said, “You two seem to be enjoying this punishment all too much. I think I should do something about that before I let you loose.” We looked over and for the first time I noticed that she had one of the riding crops. This was about thirty inches long, flexible bamboo wrapped with soft leather and a wide leather loop at the end.

She moved behind me, the crop making whistling sounds as she swished it through the air. Suddenly one of the whistles terminated with a line of fire across my ass. It hurt! And I screamed. Then another whistle and Katie screamed as I felt her pubes drive hard against me. Kristie gave each of us five strokes, each of which left a red line which, I was to find out, would last into the next morning.

After the last stroke, Kristie let us hang there for a few seconds and then began to release us. When we were free I gave each of them a long, hot kiss.

Before too long we made trips to the bathroom and returned where the twins decided I needed to be bound for the night. So I spent that night tied spread eagled on my back (and sore ass!). Before morning I had been awakened three times and each time fucked intensely by a hot and aroused twin, but since it was dark I could never be sure which twin. And once, just before dawn, I was released and repositioned hanging from the chains. Then Katie bound her sister to me and started a repeat of the entire scene from earlier. After a very long whipping and an intense climax, I was again bound to the bed for the remainder of the night.

When I next awoke, the sun was up and two beautiful twins were teasing me. After one more joint effort - that is, both of them working together to drive me wild, finally bringing me to another hard climax - they released me and announced that they would be my victims for another two days. I wasn’t getting much history research done this week, but, on a personal level, I didn’t care about studying history: I was making it.