Crossing Over the Line part 2 by kelmag

I don't know how long I was out; perhaps ten minutes or so. It could have been longer. I felt the mattress tilt a little like somebody climbing onto the bed. I opened my eyes slowly, sleepily and looked up. It was Katherine, still nude from the waist up but now wearing a pair of white, lace panties. The room was brighter. Katherine must have turned up the dimmer switch for the corner lamp just a bit. It cast a warm, yellow glow throughout the room.

I was still on my back and started to sit up but Katherine placed her palm on my mid-section and gently held me down.

"Just relax Kevin while I clean you up a bit."

I looked down and she had two wash cloths, one wet and the other dry. She put the wash cloths down on the bed while she leaned over me, running her smooth palm up and down my chest and belly. She moved her hand down lower and massaged my belly and lower abdomen, slowly moving down until she reached my softened dick lying inert across my pubic mound. The condom was still on and hadn't leaked.

Using her hands, she gestured for me to turn on my side facing her while she held the condom in place. Holding the tip of the condom with her other hand, she expertly slid it off me without spilling a drop, placing it carefully on top of a paper towel she had placed on the night stand. Again, with gentle pressure from her palm, she had me roll over on my back. As I did so, she leaned over, picked up the wet washcloth and moved it down to my groin.

The cloth was very warm as she spread it out over my soft shaft and gently massaged it. She moved it all around in slow, gentle circles until the shaft was completely clean before moving it down lower to my scrotum. With thumb and first two fingers she encircled it with the washcloth and moved it in slow circles, spending some extra time below the sack along the perineum. As Katherine pressed gently with her fingers in slow, circular motions, I felt the warm tingle of arousal from my prostate which loved the indirect massage.

She had me raise my legs until my knees were up and feet flat on the mattress while she moved the cloth down the crack of my ass, gently wiping up excess lube that had leaked out. I was relieved to see that it was clean; I had taken great care to clean myself out before coming over to see Katherine. Still, who knew what could be shaken loose with that kind of activity.

When she finished with the wet cloth she put it down on the night stand and picked up the dry cloth. Moving gently along my groin and ass she dried me, using her free hand to gently massage my lower belly. At some point, the drying action transformed into something else as she used her fingers to massage and manipulate my cock and balls. I must have had a quizzical look because she responded as though I had asked a question.

"Kevin, that was a very special experience. I don't usually do this but with special clients I make an exception. Would you like to go another round?"

My shaft was stiffening under her hand. She had asked the question that I was dying to ask - could we go again.

"I'd love to go another round with you Katherine. That was an incredible experience for me. It might take me a while to recover though. I place myself entirely in your hands."

"I think I know how we can use some of that recovery time Kevin," she said smiling, as she reached down and picked up some of the bondage items I had brought.

"I'm game Katherine. I'd love to be tied down and fully open to you."

"Hmmmm . . . ," she said stroking my shaft without the cloth. "We are going to have so much fun together. You're not going to believe it."

"I'm yours Katherine," I said smiling, not believing my good luck.

"Okay, over on your belly now. I think I want you spreadeagled for me."

Quickly, I turned over, my dick stiffening further at the prospect of being bound and taken from behind.

Katherine moved quickly and efficiently but did not hurry or seem rushed. In what seemed like a matter of moments though, she had cuffed my wrists and ankles. Using the metal ring and leather strap I had brought which wrap around anything to provide an attachment point, she set up the four-corner bondage points at the posts of the wrought iron headboard and the rear part of the iron bedframe sideboards. Using the adjustable tethers I had brought, Katherine attached my wrists and ankles to the four points, spreading my legs wide to reach the clips of the ankle tethers.

The tethers still had a lot of slack in them when she rolled off the bed and picked up two thick, foam rubber pillows. Returning to the bed, she tapped my hip:

"Raise yourself up Kevin," she said as she slid first one pillow and then the other under my hips.

With my butt raised by the pillows, Katherine climbed atop my back, straddling me with her muscular legs. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that she had a tube of massage cream in her hand. Squeezing a generous portion out, she spread it along my back with her strong yet soft hands, kneading my back muscles as she went. It was very relaxing; I even closed my eyes and just focused on her fingers working the cream into my back, shoulders and neck. I felt her bend low over me until I felt her hot breath in my ear.

"I have one more proposition for you lover. Interested?"

"Of course Katherine," I mumbled. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, you've just had your first shemale experience and seemed to like it a lot ..."

I interrupted with an enthusiastic, "I'll say I did.

"Well, how would you like to try the Two - shemale experience? My roommate is available and I know she'd love to join the party."

"Aaa another shemale," I stammered, not sure how to respond and stalling for time.

"Yes, and she is something special," she said smiling.

"Is she like you? Tell me about her."

"Well, she's a big girl."

"Big," I said questioningly, picturing some fat guy in drag. "How big?"

"No, not big like that," she said giggling, rounding her arms to mimic a big stomach. "I mean tall," she raised a hand above her head to indicate considerable height, "and big - well big up here," she said cupping her own generous breasts, "and . . . well . . . and . . . big down there," she laughed bringing one hand down to her own groin.

"That sounds very interesting," I chuckled. "What does she look like?" I asked hoping she would interpret the code and tell me if she was "passable," i.e. feminine looking.

"She looks fine - very fine," with emphasis on the word 'very.' As I said she's very tall and dark - I think a mixture of black and asian; whatever she is, she's a knockout. Did you ever hear of the model Naomi Campbell?"

"Naomi Campbell," I repeated the name. "Tall, black, very svelte super-model - I think she did some movies and music videos. I seem to remember seeing her in a Michael Jackson video," I mused picturing a tall, lithe, coffee-colored woman in a long, white gossamer gown.

"Yes, that's her. Well my friend looks just like her. In fact, she modeled herself after her, wanted to look like her and she succeeded. She could be her double, except for a few little extras," she giggled. "She even took the name, Naomi."

"Looks just like Naomi Campbell," I said, the excitement clear in my voice.

"Yes, Naomi Campbell," she repeated, smiling at me.

"Well, yes, yes, of course, I'd love to have her join us. When can she get here?" My voice rising, I was barely able to contain my rising excitement.

"As it happens, pretty quickly. You see, while I was in the bathroom freshening up, she called. Seems she had some sort of problem with a client and her date was much shorter than she thought it would be; wanted to know if I wanted some company," she said the word "company" indicating she was looking for some action.

"Problem with a client," I said, a note of suspicion in my voice. "What kind of problem?'

"Well, it seems her client called her based upon the recommendation of a friend without looking at her web site or checking out her 'do's and don'ts' list. He was looking for a shemale who was, . . . who was . . . shall we say . . . uh, receptive, you know, a bottom. Oh hell, he wanted a shemale who likes to get fucked."

"And she doesn't?"

"No, she's strictly a top. She doesn't allow anything in any opening, if you get what I mean. She's dominant - not a whip and chains kind of dominant but she likes being in charge and she does all of the penetrating."

"And that didn't work for her client?"

"No, he didn't like having any of his openings penetrated either. It was kind of a stand-off," she laughed. "Those kinds of mix-ups don't happen too often. Usually that kind of stuff gets straightened out beforehand, but he used the name of the friend that recommended her so she assumed he knew what the services would be; the client never asked his friend whether Naomi was a top, a bottom or both. He called her based on his friends description of her."

"So, what happened?"

"Well, he already paid her. It was for a three hour date; she had cleared her afternoon for him so she wasn't giving it back. He accepted her suggestion of a nice bubble bath together followed by a massage - she doesn't mind using her hands."

"And they did that for three hours?"

"No," she laughed again, "he lasted for only about half an hour or so. They climbed into his over-sized tub, filled with hot, soapy water, Naomi in back, her client leaning back against her. She wrapped those incredibly long legs around him, you know, like that bathtub scene in the movie, 'Pretty Woman,' and used her hands and a soft sponge to soap him up."

"I remember the scene," picturing Julia Roberts wrapping her incredibly long legs around Richard Gere's middle as she soaped him down with a soft sponge. "Sexy, very sexy indeed," I was now hanging on her every word.

"Well, it didn't take long before those long, supple fingers of her worked their way down to his groin. Tweaking his nipples with one hand, she worked her other up and down his shaft; the warm, soapy water making it very slippery. Her hand slipped from his nipples to his neck and then to his mouth, muffling his cries of growing excitement.

"Good god, this is getting me hot. Go on," I said, knowing that she was making up the details just to fire me up, and loving it.

She smiled, pleased with herself and continued her tale.

"Well, her legs went over and hooked around his thighs; she pulled them apart while continuing to stroke him slowly, pausing at the top of his shaft to use her thumb in small circles around the head of his dick before plunging back down. He was excited now, but locked in her grip he could only thrust his hips up to increase the speed and pressure of the friction. When he did, she stopped completely, silently exerting complete control over him."

"Whew, she is something else. When you said 'strictly a top,' you weren't kidding."

"Finally, her client learned the lesson that the more he tried to do, the less she would do and he kept very still. It was agonizing, fighting the urge to move, to thrust with her hand squeezing and massaging his shaft, bringing him slowly to a peak, but only on her schedule."

"She might not be into whips and chains, but that sounds like torture; exquisitely pleasurable torture, but torture nonetheless."

"Yes indeed, she 'tortured' him. For a half-hour she massaged him, brought him just to the edge of cumming and then backed off, leaving him totally frustrated. Then she brought her fingers down to his crack and slid them along until she found his little, puckered asshole. Still gripping him tightly, she introduced a finger."

"I thought he didn't want to get penetrated."

"That was before he was aroused. You know how you get when the fires are roaring - all those 'won'ts and can'ts' just go away."

"Yeah, you're right. Once aroused, all the self-made rules do seem to go away," I said smiling, not sure if she caught my full meaning."Yes, so it is," she smiled back, very much aware that I was talking about myself as well as Naomi's client. She entered him with a finger and began a fluttering massage of his prostate. He nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement."

I smiled at the mental picture of an anal virgin getting a prostate massage for the first time by a voluptuous Naomi Campbell double.

"Well, he was excited beyond anything he had known before. Pre-cum leaked from his dick from the excitement and massage of his prostate. He mumbled just two words that were barely audible through her muffling hand, 'please . . . please.' With her finger still in him, she lowered the hand covering his mouth and moved it to his shaft. Taking a firm grip, she began pumping him; slowly at first and then building up speed. Afraid to move at all least she stop, he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust back. Between the pumping hand and prostate massaging finger, he exploded, shooting long ropes of his milky cum into the soapy water."

"Wow - that is so hot."

"Yes, it was," she said smiling again. But it seems she has a problem now."

"A problem - what sort of problem."

"Well, her client was completely exhausted after cumming and just wanted to sleep. Naomi, who thought she would have to last for a three hour date, took a double dose of Viagra before meeting him. She didn't get any satisfaction and she is horny beyond belief.

"And that's a problem?"

"It is if she doesn't get some relief soon," she said with a smirk.

"Good god, tell her to come over. I am here for her, for you, er . . . For whoever wants me," I said excitedly.

As I spoke, I heard a buzz. It was Katherine's cell phone which she had set on vibrate and which was now vibrating the heck out of her night stand. She picked it up.

"Oh hi Naomi. You're downstairs? Good , you made great time getting here. . . . . . .

. . . . Yes, yes, I told him about you. . . . Uh huh, he very much wants to meet you. . . . .

Yes, we'll have a party together - the three of us, just let yourself in . . . . Okay, see you soon honey - bye.

. . .

I heard the front door close and then the "click" of her heels on the tile floor of the hallway. Awkwardly, I turned to look over my shoulder, restrained somewhat by the loose, four-corners bondage I was in. The bedroom door opened and she stepped through.

Although Katherine had described her as a Naomi Campbell lookalike and I knew Naomi was tall and slender, I wasn't prepared for Naomi's stature and was a little stunned when I first saw her. She made a striking appearance, covered from shoulders to knees in a magnificent, dark maroon afghan wrap, trimmed in black. But it wasn't the afghan alone that was striking, it was the long, slender girl in it. She was tall, I mean really tall. So tall that in her high heels she had to duck a little to fit under the standard six foot, six inch doorway.

Naomi closed the door behind her and stood there for a moment taking in the full scene of me on the bed; Katherine straddling my waist, hands on my back. It was true. She looked exactly like Naomi Campbell, right down to the straight black, mid-back length hair, perfectly oval face, high cheekbones, large, puffy lips and somewhat broad, slightly flattened nose. Her lipstick and nails perfectly matched the dark maroon color of the afghan. She posed for a moment, like the cover-girl she so closely resembled, hands on hips, a supermodel's cold - somewhat blank expression on her face.

Without saying a word, she began undoing the front buttons holding the afghan together. In a few moments she had them all undone and then, with a dramatic flare, quickly opened it, slid it off her shoulders and tossed it onto the corner chair near the entrance. The outfit below was even more striking than the afghan. Naomi had on a black, open breasted halter top covered with a black, gauzy, sleeveless jacket which hid little of her charms; a bare midriff followed by a black mini-skirt, cut very short. Black stockings and black, open-toed, high heels completed the ensemble.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her flawless, skin glistened in the soft light. Everything about her seemed ethereal. She seemed not to have an ounce of fat on her anywhere, except her breasts, which being large and well-rounded, literally stood out in stark contrast to the rest of her body. While the rest of her body was a taller, elongated version of Naomi Campbell, her magnificent breasts were more like Pamela Anderson's in size and shape, even covered as they were by the gauzy material of the jacket. It was like looking at a photo montage with the breasts of one girl pasted on the body of another. It was unreal - yet very real. She was standing right there. It was not to be my last surprise about her extraordinary body.

"Hi Katherine," she said, breaking the spell I was under and bringing me back to reality. Her voice sounded completely feminine and had a slight, English accent - just like the real, British born, Naomi.

"Hi Naomi," Katherine responded smiling up at her.

"I see you've started the party already. Mind if I join you?"

"Oh, please do Naomi - Kevin here was just getting a nice, relaxing massage while we waited for you. Oops, pardon my manners, Naomi - this is Kevin. Kevin, this is Naomi."

"Hi Naomi," I said a little tentatively. "I've heard so much about you. You are even more beautiful than Katherine described," I added when I caught a brief flash of annoyance when I said Katherine had told me a lot about her.

"Thank you Kevin. Katherine can go on sometimes," she said shooting Katherine a look of mild admonishment and then smiling as she continued. "I'm glad you're not disappointed."

"No, not at all. You are even more beautiful than Katherine described."

This is seemed to please her and she came closer, taking long strides but moving gracefully with a model's erect posture. She stopped at the side of the bed nearest the bedroom entrance and looked down at the items I had brought which Katherine had strewn on the bed and night stand. She picked up a few items, the extra tethers, several types of ball stretchers and a few of the cock rings. She smiled as she inspected them and then checked out the wrist and ankle cuffs that were already on me, as well as the tethers that tied me loosely to the four corners of the bed. I smiled up at her, trying to appear as friendly and welcoming as I could but she was no longer looking at my face; Naomi was inspecting my ass, using her large hands to knead and feel my ass cheeks and thighs.

Her hands were surprisingly strong. They were large enough to cover my entire ass as she inspected me, from the very bottom of my ass cheeks where they joined the thigh to the very top at my spine. I had never felt anybody's hands on me that were that large; her fingers were incredibly long plus each was topped off by a long, perfectly manicured nail. It was a little unnerving to have such giant hands inspecting me.

Naomi's hands wandered over me, sliding up my back alongside Katherine who was still astride me and then back down along my side to my ass cheeks which she gave a firm squeeze to and then slowly down the inside of my thighs which she gently pulled a little further apart. Then one hand came up to my softened dick and gently gripped it, her fingers easily encircling it, my dick disappearing completely in her large hand. With her other hand, she reached out and cupped my dangling balls, moving her fingers to the top of the sack and again easily encircling it. She started to squeeze the sack, slowly at first and then a little firmer as she spoke.

"You know that I am strictly a top, don't you Kevin.

"Ye . . . yes," I stammered, surprised at the sudden, tight grip on my tender parts.

"Yes what Kevin?" She said, emphasizing the seriousness of the question by gripping my ball sack tighter.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, catching on quickly to the role play.

"That's better Kevin. Now, you know what a top is don't you Kevin?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do," I continued to play the part, not sure where this was going.

"Then tell me what it means just so I'm sure you really know."

"It means you're in charge Mistress."

"And what else does it mean?" She asked in a quiet but firm tone.

"It means, well it means that you're on top, when we, . . . when we, . . ."

"When we fuck, is that the word you're looking for Kevin."

"Yes Mistress," I replied meekly.

"And when I say fuck, you understand that it's me fucking you. All of my holes are off-limits. Do you understand that?"

"Yes Mistress Naomi," I said, using her full title to emphasize that I understood my role in this party.

"And you do want me to fuck you, don't you Kevin?"

"Yes Mistress, I do," I said automatically, wondering how my game of light bondage with Katherine had spun so quickly into something apparently more serious.

"How badly do you want it?"

"Very badly, Mistress," I continued still not sure where this was going.

"Badly enough to work for it?"

"Yes Mistress, badly enough to work for it," I answered, mirroring her question with my answer.

"Badly enough to do what I tell you to do, without questions?"

"Yes Mistress, badly enough to do whatever you tell me to do," I said, hoping this was just role play warm-up and not really an open-ended commitment to do anything. I was still determined to hold fast to my health/safety limits but made the decision at that moment that short of endangering myself, I would obey her.

"Good, then I think we understand each other," she said in almost a whisper as she released the pressure on my ball sack and gently massaging my dick before letting go.

She walked around the bed, checking out the attachment point leather straps and rings, and the tethers connecting them to my cuffs.

"Mind if I change how he's arranged a little Katherine," she said, more as a statement of her intent than a question.

"Help yourself Naomi. I just had him 'mish' so I thought a little 'doggie' style was in order.

"Yes, I'm sure you did," Naomi said smiling. "But I have a couple of ideas that will add to the fun."

Left unsaid, was "fun" for who. I hoped she meant all of us.

The first thing she did was loosen the tethers holding my ankles to the rear attachment points. Then she moved back up to the head of the bed, leaned over and released my wrist cuffs from the corner attachment points. As she did so, her magnificent breasts hung close to my face. My eyes were locked on those delicious looking melons. They swayed back and forth with every movement, even imprisoned as they were in the black halter and gauzy cover up.

I was a little surprised when she released my wrists from the attachment points, having assumed that she wanted stricter bondage. Naomi cleared up my misunderstanding pretty quickly when she immediately bound my wrists together using the outer velcro straps of the super cuffs (Each cuff was held on by both an inner and a much longer outer velcro strip that can connect through the rings of the other cuff before tightly encircling its own cuff.).

Naomi put one knee on the bed before leaning over and removing one of the corner attachment points and moving it to the bottom horizontal bar of the headboard, between the two center vertical bars. Deftly, she connected my joined wrist cuffs to this new, center attachment point. My hands were now closely pressed against the center two posts of the headboard and really had no comfortable position other than to grip the posts.

I took a closer look at the headboard since my hands were right up against it and noticed for the first time just how solid and heavy it was. It consisted mainly of vertical, wrought iron columns about an inch and a half in diameter, the same distance apart and about four feet high. The columns were framed by heavy, flat iron rails as wide as the columns and about a half inch thick. The columns were further strengthened by three horizontal cross-ties about a foot apart from bottom to top and welded to the columns. The arrangement provided numerous perfect attachment points for bondage.

As I was observing the headboard, Naomi came back around to the other side of the bed where the various bondage items I had brought were strewn about. She picked up a few of them and set them aside. Climbing onto the bed, she positioned herself between my legs. Picking up two of the items she had set aside, thigh cuffs, she put them on me tightly on the upper part of my thighs, well above the widest part of my leg.

"Bring me another pillow Katherine," she said, her tone indicating to me that she was accustomed to issuing directions to her.

"Sure Naomi, there's another one in the closet."

Katherine retrieved the additional pillow and handed it to Naomi.

"Okay Kevin, up on your knees," Naomi ordered, tapping my hips with her fingers to indicate that she wanted them up higher. There was plenty of slack on my ankle tethers, so I had no difficulty rising up.

"Good boy, now back up until your arms are completely straight and keep those hips up."

I gripped the center posts tighter for leverage and slowly backed up with my knees until my arms were completely straight. As soon as I stopped, I felt her hand on my dangling balls, tugging them down. I looked back between my legs and saw she was pulling them down to make room for a neoprene ball stretcher I had brought. About an inch and a half wide, it provided a very nice stretch on the ball sack and had an additional ball divider strap with a d-ring for hanging weights.

It didn't take her long to get the ball stretcher on me. I had trimmed my pubic hairs away from the base of my cock and balls so stray hairs didn't get in the way. It snapped on easily, causing my balls to bulge out of the bottom, immediately turning dark pink. The question of whether she was going to use the ball divider strap was answered quickly when I felt it being brought up between my balls and snapped into place. Looking down between my legs, I saw my two, distinctly separate testicles bulging out of the bottom of the stretcher on either side of the dividing strap.

"Mmmmmm . . . nice, very nice," Naomi said softly as she used the tips of her fingers to explore the bumps and ridges now standing out in stark relief from my well squeezed balls. I winced a bit as she pressed down on one of them, testing my reaction.

"You are a little sensitive there, aren't you Kevin?" she said with a slight laugh, seeming to enjoy the discovery.

"Yes Mistress, very sensitive. I like the feeling of tightness around them, but I'm not into pain. Ball bondage, not torture is what I enjoy."

"I don't remember asking you what you enjoy Kevin," she said with a suddenly changed tone of sternness. I could feel the pressure of her fingertips increasing on my very sensitive orbs.

"Na . . . No, no, I know you didn't ask Mistress. I just thought you might want to know, that's all," I said with difficulty as the pain from her fingertips increased.

"Don't think so much Kevin. Just listen attentively and obey immediately, that's all you have to do."

"Ye . . . yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry," I said between panting breaths as I fought to control my reactions to the mounting pain.

Naomi continued to finger my balls as Katherine moved about the perimeter of the bed, repositioning the bed frame attachment points. I had heard no specific instructions to Katherine from Naomi to do this, but Katherine moved with speed and certainty. As I watched her move about deftly re-positioning the straps and tethers, it occurred to me that Katherine must have done this before with Naomi. This was no thrown together tag-team. They had obviously worked together many times before this. I also had the sense that Katherine was not just Naomi's roommate and TS call-girl partner. There was some sort of relationship there. What it was I was not sure, but it was clear that between the two of them, Naomi was definitely in charge.

With my mind mainly focused on Naomi's hand massaging my balls, it seemed just a matter of moments before Katherine had all of the attachment points and tethers in place and hooked up. She moved about the perimeter of the bed pulling on the tether tails to tighten them. First she did the ankles, taking the slack out of the tethers but not pulling them completely tight. Then the tethers attached to my thighs; again just removing the slack but not pulling them taut.

Katherine went around to the foot of the bed and handed a tether clip end to Naomi. The other end was connected to an attachment point placed at the bottom-center of the wrought iron footboard. Naomi gripped my ball sack firmly and pulled them down and back, then clipped the tether to the d-ring at the bottom of the ball divider. Naomi slowly removed the slack from the tether connecting my ball sack to the bottom center of the footboard. Unlike the tethers on my legs, she went beyond just taking the slack out and put a real strain on the line.

"Ohh . . . Oh," I grunted more in surprise than pain as my ball sack was drawn back and the attachment point for my wrist cuffs prevented me from backing up to reduce the strain. I was being stretched at the shoulders and balls, being drawn apart. Just as I started to panic and began moaning loudly, Naomi stopped pulling on the tether tail. I had begun shaking a little, quivering in sudden fear as the "scene" started to go beyond what I had expected.

I continued to moan softly as Naomi and Katherine worked in perfect, practiced unison to bind my legs open. Naomi placed her hands against the inside of my thighs and pushed them further apart. As she did so, Katherine moved quickly to remove the new slack in the thigh tethers, pulling first one and then the other tautly. I don't know whether I was surprised or just stunned at the turn of events but I did not resist at all as my knees were spread apart to their utmost capacity before being secured tightly in that position. Similarly, Naomi gripped first one ankle and then the other as Katherine pulled on each ankle tether to secure them at their widest possible stretch.

I was panting now in both pain and fear as my hips and shoulder joints burned with the pain of the stretch and my balls ached from the pressure of the stretcher-divider and severe bondage to the footboard. Suddenly, I felt cold, very cold and began to shiver. I was perspiring heavily; I was completely covered by a thin layer of slick sweat. My mouth was open as I sucked in air like a fish out of water. I couldn't move in any direction without greatly ramping up the pain in my stretched joints or balls

I looked up at Katherine who was now climbing back onto the bed near my stretched arms. I looked up at her and in s a soft, pleading voice said:

"Too tight, it's . . . it's too tight. Please . . . please . . ."

Katherine didn't respond at first. In another move that surprised me, she suddenly swung her leg over my upper torso and sat down heavily on my upper back, pinning my upper chest to the mattress and causing me to open my mouth wide and cry out in pain. It was obviously the reaction she wanted, because with expert speed and precision, she immediately wedged a ring gag into my mouth, placing it behind my upper and lower front teeth and then drawing it very tightly around the back of my head until the straps dug deeply into the corners of my mouth folding them inward.

I grunted in surprise and pain but little came out after she stuffed a pair of panties into the open ring. My jaw was spread so widely that it felt like it was about to dislocate. I tried to yell as loudly as I could but only a feeble, muffled groan resulted. This had gone from an incredibly sexy experience to some kind of unknown adventure and now seemed to be crossing over into nightmare territory. I didn't know where this was going but I realized for the first time that bound and gagged as I was, that I was just a passenger along the for ride. I not only had no control over the route or destination but could no longer even communicate either my desires or objections. I could only hope that they weren't some sort of team of demented serial killers because I was done for if they were.This sudden awareness of my helplessness crossed my mind in a flash. I had no time to dwell on it. Things were still happening rapidly around me as Naomi and Katherine continued along their seemingly well practiced routine. Naomi came forward, over my outstretched leg and took up a position at the head of the bed kneeling on one knee in front of me, her knee just touching the top of my shoulder, her other stockinged leg extended across the front of the bed, the crook of her knee resting on my pinioned wrists.

Katherine took a firm grip of my hair and pulled it back lifting my face up to look at Naomi in all of her grandeur. Katherine leaned over and slowly licked some of the perspiration on my brow, as though she was tasting me. She slid her tongue down along the side of my face, curled it under my jaw and then up until she reached my ear. Taking my earlobe gently between her lips, she sucked on it, using her tongue to tickle the inside of it before grazing the inside of my earlobe with her lips. It was incredibly sexy and sent a jolt of excitement coursing through me that seemed to lift me out of my state of fear. Then with her lips still grazing my ear she said in a husky whisper loud enough for Naomi to hear:

"You will love this Kevin. You'll see. You'll thank me later - I promise you. Now just relax. Do as you're told and you'll be fine. Accept the circumstance - don't fight it. It won't help anyway if you do," she chuckled slightly. "Naomi will have her way with you no matter what you do now. Her will is mine. She is bursting at the seams and must be serviced," she said with the fervent enthusiasm of a true believer. "I am here to serve Naomi," she said, finally fully clarifying the relationship between the two. "Now you are too. Enjoy it - it is the greatest pleasure you will ever have."

As she spoke, I looked up at Naomi and just took in the stunning sight. She had removed her filmy jacket so her oversized breasts jutted out from the open-breast halter in all of their glory. Melon sized and perfectly round, each of the mocha colored orbs was tipped by a dark chocolate colored areola and thimble sized nipples that were already rigidly at attention. She was still in her micro-mini but she was deftly removing it as Katherine finished her whispered advice to me. I heard the "whirrr" of a zipper and then it was gone, just like that, the zipper apparently going all of the way to the bottom of the skirt because she whisked it off in one swift motion.

My head was tilted to the side and back as far as it would go but I still had to roll my eyes up to the top of their sockets to take in all of her lengthy body. I was positioned low, chin on the mattress, between her legs as I looked up to take in the impossibly sexy sight. Her legs seemed to go on forever; long shapely stalks of muscled firmness each encased in a smooth, nylon sheath. Above the tops of her nylons, her thighs looked silky smooth. Impossible to miss was the enormous bulge in her spandex type panty briefs. When Katherine said she was bursting at the seams, she wasn't kidding. The swollen spandex looked like it would split its seams at any moment and still it couldn't fully contain the serpent within. The head of that snake peaked out atop the front waistband, oozing precum and glistening in the light. Continuing upward, my gaze fell on her slim, hard midriff which rippled with her abdominal muscles. Then her magnificent swollen beasts hung from her chest as she leaned forward; finally her lovely face, perfectly made-up to achieve the "Naomi Campbell" look.

Even as severely bound as I was and as worried about my predicament, I still felt an enormous thrill of excitement course through me as I looked up at her. She was a creature from another world - neither man nor woman but more than each, together all in one package. It was like some kind of science fiction or fantasy story, truly it seemed a third gender was before me, but it was all real and she was right in front of me, her long legs spread out before me. Even more than her astounding physical appearance was her extraordinary presence, the feeling of utter control that seemed to just emanate from her very being. It all seemed effortless for her. Naomi was like an ultra sharp, red hot knife and I was her butter.

Naomi looked down at me and smiled. She seemed able to read my thoughts and feelings perfectly and knew just how confused and excited I was. Katherine's words still rang in my ears:

"She is bursting at the seams and must be serviced. . . . I am here to serve Naomi." She didn't say those words like she was repeating scripted lines in a role play skit. It was obvious to me that she really meant them. Laying there, pinned like a frog in a high school dissection class, gazing up at this utterly unique persona, power and sex oozing from her every pore, I suddenly understood Katherine and her relationship with Naomi. I can't explain it but although I should have logically been feeling fear and dread at my dire and unexpected circumstances, I suddenly became aware that I felt nothing of the sort. What I felt was a tremendous sense of anticipation - I couldn't wait for whatever was going to happen, to happen; and I now too felt the powerful, irresistible urge to serve Naomi - to please her in any way that I could.

Still with a slight, knowing smile, Naomi edged closer sliding the leg she was kneeling on until the top of her thigh touched the side of my face. Both the nylon and her skin felt so smooth, yet under the smoothness, beneath the nylon stocking and soft skin, there was the steely harness of sinewy, hardened muscle that rippled with power under its soft cover. Katherine continued her tight grip on my hair, holding it back, forcing my face to turn upwards. Naomi's eyes locked onto mine and watched my reaction as she leaned her swollen groin forward until it pressed into my mouth locked open by the ring gag.

Again, there was this uncanny combination of silky smoothness from the spandex briefs covering hardness, steely hardness from her engorged member. But there were even more sensations felt by my sensitive lips - heat, an amazing amount of heat emanating through the spandex; moisture, the wetness of her precum that had soaked through the front of the panties and rolled down from the waistband where the glistening head peeked out; and taste, the taste and aroma of arousal from both the pre-cum and perspiration that had built up in her crotch.

Altogether, my senses were overwhelmed. I tried to process them; to understand them but they were all new; they washed over me faster than I could analyze or interpret them. It ignited something in me that I had never felt before. I had been sexually excited before, even deeply and passionately in lust, but I had never slipped loose from the boundary of reason and sense, never really been reduced to nothing more than a trembling mass of agitated pleasure neurons, all aquiver and seeking ignition as I was now. I had disappeared as a person. At that moment, I felt nothing but the powerful, irresistible urge to serve Naomi, to merge or submerge myself in her.

Naomi continued to smile, supremely confident of her power over me. She slid back and then bent her other leg until she was balanced on both widely spread knees. She leaned forward until her elbows rested on my shoulders offering her enormous breasts to me, burying her cleavage against my lips. She reached around the back of my head with her left hand and pulled me into her as she used her other hand to slide her spandex briefs off her hips. I felt Katherine, still straddling my back, shift her weight and then reach over towards Naomi; she helped her pull them down.

Slowly, Naomi inserted two of her long fingers in my ring-gag opened mouth and pulled out the panties that had been crammed in there, muffling me, drawing them out slowly over my lips.

"Lick my nipples Kevin. They need attention," she whispered as she tugged on my head to press my face against her chest.

I extended my tongue through the ring gag and began licking her left nipple in small, slow circles, tasting her as I went. She offered the other one to me and I licked it as well. She held me against her chest as I worked on one nipple and then the other. They were so large and so hard, I had never felt nipples like them before. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Naomi pull her spandex briefs free of her ankles and feet and then toss them off the bed. Then she rose up off her elbows and resumed her previous position, kneeling on her right leg, her left leg extended back over the other side of me and down across the right side of my face, neck and torso.

I was between her legs now and looking straight across at her low hanging balls, dangling just above the mattress. They too were outsized, each about the size of a small lemon, they hung heavily in her loose ball sack. Katherine tugged a little on my hair tilting my head back a bit. The rest of Naomi's genitals came into view and I gasped in surprise. Like the rest of her, it was larger than life. A light mocha color at the head and darker along the shaft, her dick was impossibly large. Can a penis be enlarged by plastic surgery or implants? I had no idea - but it didn't seem possible that such an appendage could develop naturally.

I was no stranger to larger than life sized looking dicks. I had been taken by strap-ons of varying sizes for many years. The largest I had fully taken in my ass had been an eight by two inch Realistic just the previous year but only after being patiently opened up and stretched by the domme that took me; first with fingers, then with an inflatable plug, then a speculum, followed by a couple of smaller dildos. Naomi's member dwarfed that Realistic both in length and width. The closest dildo I had seen close up that even closely compared in size was the Jeff Stryker model which was about nine by two and a quarter inches. The domme had tried to take me with it but it hurt so badly that I had to use a safe word to get her to stop and withdraw it.

Naomi's was larger.

The Stryker was shaped differently than Naomi's dick. It was thickest just behind the head, then narrowed somewhat along the rest of the shaft. It was that thickest part that hurt like hell when she tried to penetrate me with it. Naomi's, on the other hand, was cut and had a mushroom shaped head about two inches wide with very distinctive glans. Unlike the Stryker dildo, the shaft behind the glans was narrower than the head, but it then thickened gradually until it was back to about two inches thick about half way down. But the thickening didn't stop there. It continued to increase in girth all the way down the shaft. The base of Naomi's dick was thicker than any real dick I had ever seen in any porn flick. It appeared to be about the thickness of a soda can at the base, which means it must have been about two and a half inches wide.

It was also certainly longer than the eight inch Realistic that I had been taken with previously and appeared even longer than the Stryker dildo. It might have been ten or even eleven inches long - who knows. It was huge. Given that it was also completely shaven and that I was very close to it, it appeared monstrously, impossibly large. Knowing how tight my little rosebud was and being quite certain in the knowledge that she was about to fuck me there with that huge tool, I felt shivers of fear coursing through my body. But there was something else too. I have to admit that there was also the overwhelming urge to serve and please Naomi and the most intense feelings of lust and excitement that I have ever felt at the prospect of doing so.

I started to panic, struggling against my bindings, fearing what was to come but also longing for it. The two emotions were so intertwined that I could not separate them. In my struggles, I had only succeeded in hurting my already aching balls and stretched shoulders. I heard Naomi laugh out loud at my reaction. Katherine leaned over and whispered in my ear:

"You must serve her. Try to relax when she fucks you. Trust me - eventually you will enjoy it - in fact, you won't be able to get enough of it," she said almost wistfully, a tinge of envy in her voice.

Her words soothed me somewhat. I also knew that escape was impossible. It was going to happen. I stopped struggling. I willed myself to believe her - hoping that Naomi would go slowly and stop if I was unable to take it all, as I was then certain that I couldn't. Maybe she would only put it half way in and would cum quickly I rationalized. I was sure I could mange to take half of it if I was opened and stretched sufficiently.

I didn't have time to dwell on my fears. Things were still happening quickly around me. Naomi edged closer and thrust her hips forward, putting her enormous genital package directly over my upturned face. Her large balls hung low just an inch or so from my ring gag opened mouth. Naomi's huge, erect shaft hung just below horizontal, and pulsed with her heart beat, bouncing slightly up and down as it hung there. It was thickly veined all over, the ropey sinew stood out through the thin skin. It was also very shiny, slick from pre-cum that continued to ooze from the slit at the tip and rolled slowly down the shaft.

She continued to lower herself until her purplish, brown balls rested on my ring gag opened lips. Her shaft came down and rested heavily across my nose, cheek and forehead. The weight and heat of it was unbelievable.

"Lick it," she commanded.

My tongue slid out through my opened lips and immediately met the soft underside of her ball sack. It was completely hairless as was the rest of her pubic region and felt very smooth to the tip of my tongue. The taste and smell were pleasant - sort of half musk and half citrusy taste of what must have been the same body wash soap that Katherine used. The lower ball rested on my tongue and it felt very heavy. I managed to extend more of my tongue until the flat part of it found the underside of her sack and began licking in slow, short strokes. I was licking between the balls and felt the bumps and nodules of the balls and connecting vessels.

I can't explain the tremendous thrill and pleasure I felt in this deeply submissive act. At that moment, I wanted to serve Naomi, to give her pleasure and receive her approval. I focused all of my attention on giving her pleasure, using my tongue to tickle and gently massage her balls as best I could given the constraints of my movement. As I worked at it, Naomi looked up at the ceiling and moaned in pleasure. I could feel her ball sack tighten up a bit, the ridges of her scrotum getting thicker as pleasure coursed through. An enormous sense of fulfillment washed over me at eliciting this reaction. I was serving her and she liked it.

Naomi used her hand to press her incredibly hot shaft down onto me and began thrusting with it. The pre-cum covered shaft slid easily across my face, pressing against the side of my nose, cheek and forehead. I licked her balls faster, tonguing the soft underside in long strokes through the ring gag. I felt her hot, slick dick pulse with excitement as she pressed it hard against my face. Looking up, I saw her large breasts dance and jiggle as she stroked back and forth. Then she drew her hips back, drawing her heavy, hot cock across my face until the engorged head rested on my opened lips. With one hand she guided the head to the opening but found the ring gag opening too small to allow it to pass. Instead she drew circles with it around the inside of my wide open lips. Without any spoken direction I knew what she wanted and was eager to please. I extended my tongue until it touched the slit opening of her cock, tasting her pre-cum for the first time. It was hot, slick and salty. She looked down at me, her eyes locked onto mine and there was just a hint of a smile. She knew she had me - body and soul.

If there was some sort of signal given, I didn't catch it. But suddenly, in unison, Naomi and Katherine shifted positions. Like a well choreographed dance, Naomi moved back over my outstretched leg, positioning herself between my legs behind me as Katherine climbed off my upper back and shifted around in front of me, kneeling over my outstretched arms, her back to the headboard. Katherine now filled my field of vision and she remained a lovely sight. It was obvious from her stiff and pulsating rod that she was aroused, very aroused. Like Naomi, she slid forward, grasped a handful of my hair from the top of my head and slowly pulled it back forcing me to look up at her dangling balls. She was offering them to me and I didn't refuse her. Again, my tongue snaked out from my ring-gagged mouth and began licking her soft sack.

While Katherine occupied my attention in front, I was vaguely aware of Naomi behind me. She was massaging my ass cheeks, gently at first but then with increasing pressure until she was squeezing and kneading them hard with her powerful hands. She ran her thumbs down the inner crack of my ass and then pulled them apart roughly as though she was inspecting the goods. I felt the tip of her thumb at my entrance testing my reaction to pressure. Then I felt the cool drip of the gel as she used her other hand to squeeze out a generous dollop of lube directly on my ass crack. Then she ran her thumb up and down my crack spreading the gel before stopping at the entrance and dipping in.

Of course, I was already well lubricated and somewhat loosened from my previous session with Katherine so her thumb slipped in easily. I barely felt it go in and was mainly occupied by Katherine and her engorged dick in front of me. Like Naomi, she started out sliding it across my face, its smaller size and heft immediately evident to me. Again, like Naomi she guided the head to my ring-gag opened mouth. Unlike Naomi she was small enough to slide in through the opening She inserted just the head into my mouth. I responded immediately with my tongue, laving all around the smooth head.

I have always been a stickler for safe sex and had determined before I started this that I would not do bareback anything. Now trussed up as I was, spread wide, bound and gagged, I was hardly in a position to insist on anything. I am not even sure that I could have made my objections heard through the gag or that they would have listened. But all those things became moot because for the first time in my life I was so aroused, so singularly focused on pleasing my partners, so into the moment and detached from every other part of life that the question or concern never crossed my mind. In the past, whenever I have had sex, whether vanilla or kinky, I had always kept a small, rational part of me detached from the scene - almost observing. For the very first time, I was in a scene that consumed all of me; I had left nothing in reserve. Nobody was watching, not even me.

Naomi replaced her thumb with two fingers and I felt the change although they went in smoothly too. Again, Katherine seemed to be able to perfectly coordinate her actions with Naomi, distracting me as she slowly slid her dick further into my mouth, moaning softly as she went. I could taste her salty pre-cum on the back of my tongue and I had to work hard to swallow my saliva, both the ring gag and her shaft making it difficult to swallow. She eased her hips back, sliding her rod nearly out before slowly coming forward again, my tongue curling to create a channel for her.

For the first time I felt some pain as Naomi stretched my anal sphincter wide enough to accommodate a third finger. Her fingers were long and seemed to reach up inside me as they slowly sank in. Instinctively I tried to withdraw, move forward, away from them but I was immediately stopped short by the tether and ball stretcher holding my sack tightly in place. In fact, to keep the pressure and pain on my ball sack manageable I actually had to push back on the intruding fingers. It was clear that whatever she chose to penetrate me with, I had to not only take it but actually push back to meet it. It was a devilishly clever position that they had put me in. Again, through some sort of magical connection between them or just simply frequent practice, Naomi and Katherine's actions were perfectly synchronized. As Katherine slid about half of her seven inch dick into my mouth, Naomi slid about the same length in fingers in my ass. This went on for several minutes, like two lumberjacks with a saw they went back and forth, plunging in and pulling back until again there was some sort of unspoken signal between them to move on to the next step in this minuet. Katherine withdrew her dick from my mouth and then unfolded her legs, turned on her left side facing me, slid her left leg over my arms but under my chin while swinging her right leg up and over hooking the back of my neck. She had me in a kind of scissor lock that she could tighten whenever she wanted just my flexing her right leg a little.

As Katherine maneuvered herself to essentially "cross the T," Naomi withdrew her fingers and moved up closely behind - so close that I could feel the smoothness of her stockinged legs against the backs of my thighs and the heat and weight of her oversized truncheon pressing down at the top of my ass crack. Just as I felt the pressure of Katherine's leg on the back of my neck pulling me tightly to her crotch, I felt the pressure of Naomi's powerful fingers on my ass crack opening it up widely like a ripe peach. Katherine's genitals filled my entire field of vision as the head of her cock approached my mouth just as I felt the pressure of Naomi's cock head at my rear entrance.

Naomi used her thumbs to dig deeply into my ass crack and yanked the cheeks widely apart as the pressure on my anus yielded results. It hurt as I was stretched well beyond that done by Katherine previously. I had the presence of mind to breathe deeply and push out which seemed to relax the sphincter somewhat. Just as I thought the stretching had been enough, Naomi's glans pressed their way in stretching me further.

"Uh ... uhhh!," I grunted through the ring gag as the last of Naomi's flared glans passed through the tight sphincter and lodged themselves at the entrance to my rectum. She held herself there and I panted to try and relax and loosen up.

It was while I was panting that I felt Katherine's thigh and calf muscles tighten around the back of my neck drawing me into her crotch. She was fully erect now and the smaller head of her dick passed easily over my lips and through the ring holding my mouth open. Using her leg to hold my head in place, she slowly contracted her abdominals and glutes, thrusting her rod deeper into my mouth. In unison, Naomi thrust herself into my rear, nearly tearing my cheeks off as she pulled them apart as far as they would go as she pressed herself into my nether cavity.

It was a strange feeling being doubly penetrated. My focus on one penetration was constantly shifted to the other and then back again as each set off a kaleidoscope of sensations - taste, smell, heat and weight as Katherine's member penetrated my mouth; heat, pressure, stretching and sense of power as Naomi slid into my ass. I could feel Naomi's large cock head filling me as it slid in. I had loosened up a bit so the pain of stretching transformed itself to the incredibly wonderful sensation of being filled up and being powerfully taken.

Just as I focused on that snake filling my ass, Katherine went further in her thrust and speeded up, drawing my attention back to my mouth and the insistent rod thrusting its way in. Although I had many experiences receiving a blow job, I had never given one before that day so every sensation was new and unexpected. The heat on my tongue and the salty taste of pre-cum dominated at first and then there was the thrusting action itself, the speed and the depth in which I could do nothing to control. At one point, the head slid all of the way in to the back of my throat triggering my gag reflex. I coughed and sputtered - "So that's what that feels like," I thought as tears came to my eyes and fluid leaked from my nose.

I barely had time to recover from the gagging before Naomi pressed herself in further. Just as she reached the very end of my rectum, I felt more pressure on my anus stretching me further as her dick widened towards its base. Again she pulled me open with her powerful thumbs and fingers, gripping me tightly and suddenly jerking my cheeks open so hard that I thought she would split me at the top and bottom of my crack. The sudden jerked opening hurt but that pain was immediately overtaken by the pain of her large dick head pushing hard against the sphincter separating my rectum from the colon and the pain of the stretching at the entrance as the fat base of her dick pressed itself in.

Suddenly the thrusting pressure in my ass stopped and Naomi withdrew her cock an inch or two just as Katherine began increasing the speed of her thrusts in my mouth.

"Use your tongue Kevin. I want to feel that tongue," she urged me as her pace quickened.

I immediately complied, trying my best to use my tongue but I couldn't quite time the thrusts and mostly just flailed about. Katherine took complete control, flexed her leg at the back of my neck to hold me tightly to her and then just thrust away in short, rapid strokes. Every time she went deep, I gagged and coughed which interrupted her pace but somehow she seemed to like the idea of giving me that experience. Then she thrust in deeply and held it. I gagged and began to cough but this time she didn't withdraw. In fact, I felt her squeeze the back of my neck tighter with her powerful leg muscles and held me there, vice-like, unable to move.

"Take it Kevin, . . . take all of it." How do you like deep-throating? Lot's of fun, isn't it?" She said sarcastically, taking some pleasure in giving me the full experience.

I began to panic as she remained motionless, dick jammed all the way in until it slid past the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe. I had an overwhelming urge to cough but couldn't even do that. I looked up at her and pleaded with my eyes - "let me go, please let me go."

Finally, she relented, slowly withdrawing her dick half way out and letting me cough and drool until I was done.

"Just thought you wanted the fully experience. Didn't mean to scare you," she said and smiled a little.

As my coughing stopped, her thrusting began again, slowly at first and then increasing in speed. Naomi resumed her thrusting in my ass although she only penetrated me with about half of her dick before withdrawing and thrusting again. I could feel Katherine's muscles tense as her arousal increased. She began breathing faster and faster, finally panting as she thrust back and forth, my face held rigidly steady by her powerful leg and the handful of hair she gripped, pulling my head back. I could feel her dick actually expand in my mouth and her ball sack tighten.

Without any warning, she went off, grunting loudly and yelling, "I'm cuming, I'm cummmmming. . . Urrrrrrrrrrrgggggaaaaaaaa! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The first spurt hit the back of my throat with tremendous force. It was hot, almost scalding and very thick. It stuck there for a moment and then began sliding down just as the next spurt hit with just as much force as the first. I wasn't ready for it so I started to gag as some of it got into my wind pipe. I coughed and gagged violently as she blew a third load into me and then a fourth, followed quickly by a fifth; each time thrusting violently into me and grunting loudly.

I used my tongue to try and clear my mouth, swallowing some, pushing some out. I felt the hot, viscous fluid seep out of my lips around her cock still resting in my mouth. It was hot and salty and had a faint bleach or chlorine taste to it. It was my first time tasting cum. Before this day, just the idea of tasting cum, mine or especially someone else's would have grossed me out. It would have been unthinkable. That all changed in the course of an afternoon with Katherine and Naomi. All of my boundaries had been blown away. And it wasn't bad. There were few better demonstrations of utter submission.

Katherine took a deep breath, sighed loudly and then slowly withdrew her cock until it slipped from my mouth, a long strand of cum mixed with saliva stretched between us until it finally broke. She was still semi-hard, her member glistened in the soft light. She let go of my hair and relaxed the grip of her leg around my neck, bringing her index finger down to my chin and then running it up to my lips, collecting the cum that had leaked out.

"Take all of it Kevin. You don't want to miss any."

I responded immediately, sliding my tongue out to gather it in, licking her fingertip as a kitten would lick milk off the fingertip of its owner. I swallowed it and looked up at her.

"Now clean it . . . clean it all up," she said offering her cum covered dick to me, placing it over my ring opened lips.

Again, I complied immediately, slowly licking her shaft and around the head of her softening cock until it was covered only with saliva. I had taken the last salty drops of her cum.

"Good boy Kevin," she said as she patted my head.

I took several deep breaths before I realized that Naomi had started fucking my ass again. My brief respite was over. It was time to service Naomi now and I focused my attention on that. I relaxed my anus as best I could, pushing out to open it and moving my hips back slightly to meet her thrusts. Naomi noticed the change in my focus, and slapped my butt hard.

"Yes, Kevin, it's my turn now. It's my turn."

I barely noticed Katherine pulling away from me, sliding over and down the side of my torso until she dipped her head and shoulders under my widely spread thigh until her face was under my groin, her body perpendicular to mine. Naomi had quickened her pace and was fucking me in short, powerful thrusts. Katherine reached up and took a grip on my semi-hard dick, squeezing it tightly at the base, pulsing it before sliding her hand up towards the head and then down again. She was stroking me now, quickly, in time with Naomi's thrusts. Each powerful thrust in was met by Katherine downward stroke on my cock. She was holding my shaft as one would a dagger and each Naomi thrust was met by a tight-fisted "stab" of my shaft into my groin.

The technique was incredibly arousing. Perhaps it was the dual pressure on my prostate or the combination of prostate pressure and pressure on nerve endings in my dick, but every stroke of Naomi and Katherine generated an increasingly powerful zing of pleasure that seemed to originate deep in my ass and then radiate outward like a small explosion. I had never felt anything like it before.

Whether it was the increasing pleasure or the distraction of both of them working on me I don't know but I seemed to loosen up. Even my involuntary sphincters were giving way. Naomi's strokes seemed to lengthen. I felt the unmistakable passage of her large dick head through the sphincter separating rectum from colon. The sensation of being thoroughly filled was very satisfying and seemed to mask the pain of the stretching necessary to fit the wider base of her dick through my anus.

It seemed impossible before but I was taking her entire dick into my ass - all ten or eleven inches of it, down to the two and a half inch wide base. She was going "balls deep" into me and although I felt the pressure of the stretch, the pain was gone. My endorphin levels must have been over the top. She was fucking me now in long, rapid strokes, as she continued to hold my ass cheeks wide apart to accommodate her. I closed my eyes and began to whimper softly, completely lost in the moment, enjoying the utter thrill of being powerfully fucked by this huge cock, being completely filled while my dick was being pumped and stroked by Katherine.

I felt Naomi thrust herself all of the way into me and hold it instead of withdrawing. Katherine held my dick tightly at the base and pressed it like a dagger into my groin. I felt a series of small, powerful contractions deep in my ass, each one immensely pleasurable - comparable to an orgasm but without the great muscular contractions and ejaculation. It kept going on and on. It was exquisitely pleasurable. Wherever I was at that moment, I never wanted to come back.

I vaguely felt Naomi move behind me as though repositioning herself. As that happened, I felt a smooth, warm, wetness engulf the head of my dick. I opened my eyes and glanced down between my legs. Katherine had taken the head of my dick into her mouth and was gently sucking on it, swirling her tongue around my engorged head. It didn't seem possible but the level of pleasurable sensations shot up. It was beyond the pleasure of orgasm. It can't even be described.

Again, I vaguely felt Naomi repositioning herself, this time seeming to rise up behind me. With her enormous dick still deeply buried in my ass and held there, I felt first one leg and then the other of Naomi's climb over my thigh and then hook back around under it. Her weight was completely on my lower back and ass as she snaked first one leg and then the other down along mine before hooking her feet behind my knees. Her hands left the cheeks of my ass and moved up, first to my nipples which she squeezed and pulled, before moving to my shoulders, her powerful fingers wrapped themselves around my collarbone from underneath.

Finally, she resumed fucking me, but now with enormous leverage, her first thrust took my breath away. Using her powerful legs, arms, hands, abs and glutes in unison, she withdrew almost all of the way from my ass and then blasted her way back in with one massive thrust. It was unbelievable. I felt like a rag doll. She continued, one massive thrust followed by another, then another, her pace increased. To keep my balls from being ripped off by the forward force of her thrusts I had to time her thrusts and thrust my ass back to meet it.

I was completely lost, like a rutting animal thrusting back, completely abandoning myself to her, feeling every inch of her blow through me, splitting me, filling me; her entire body engulfing me. Katherine continued to work my shaft with hand and tongue. I was experiencing a kind of continuous orgasm. Instead of ejaculation, cum flowed from my cock, impelled only by the contractions of my prostate and gravity. Katherine consumed all of it and squeezed my shaft hard to get more. She reached up with her other hand and gripped my already tightly bound balls and squeezed them, seeking more juice.

Naomi pounded into me. The sound of her hips slapping my ass cheeks with every massive thrust filled the room. Then the increasingly loud sound of her breathing, panting added to the slap, slap, slap of her body against mine. I felt her arm and hands grip me tighter, her legs tensed and gripped my legs. Each thrust seemed to increase the tension in he body. Her grunts added to the sound of her panting. Her cock seemed to grow, expand inside of my body until every crevice of my ass was filled. I was so lost in the pleasure of the moment that my only conscious thought was "don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

Then there was a massively powerful thrust into me and she froze, gripping me so tightly with her arms and legs that I couldn't move, couldn't even breathe, then a loud cry came from her that surprised me:

"Aaaaarrraaaahhhhhhh! AAAAAHHHHHHHH! Cummmmmmmin!"

I felt her cock suddenly expand as though rapidly inflated and then all hell broke loose as her entire body jerked and spasmed. I felt the impact of her hot load deep in my gut. She continued to spasm, thrust and flail with her entire body, holding me in a death grip as she pumped load after load of hot jism into me. I had this incredible feeling of satisfaction at pleasing her at being her vessel that she was filling up. Katherine continued to grip my shaft and balls, pumping and squeezing in sync with Naomi's wild thrusts and I then I exploded, ejaculating wildly into her mouth. I literally saw stars, bright flashes of light as I strained against my bonds. I was completely and utterly drained.

I felt Katherine release my shaft and, using both hands, unsnapped the ball stretcher gripping my sack, thus releasing me from the tether holding my balls to the footboard. I collapsed forward, Naomi still completely on top of me, still shuddering as she pulsed and spasmed, the last of her jism squirting out before she finally stopped and went completely still.

We were all motionless, a moment frozen in time. I was only semi-conscious, floating off somewhere as my brain, like an overloaded computer, stopped and tried to re-boot. I don't know how long I was out, but some minutes later I felt Naomi move and shift a bit. Her cock was still embedded in my ass but it had softened and I felt her withdraw it slowly until I felt it exit entirely. Immediately, I felt a warm fluid running down my crack and inner thighs. My first thought was that it was blood. But the flow stopped after a few moments or so which somehow reassured me.

Naomi remained on top of me as Katherine went about the perimeter of the bed releasing the tethers that held me spread open and bound. I became aware that my hips hurt, spread as they were for so long and supporting not only my weight but Naomi's as well. My ass was sore but didn't really hurt. It was kind of a good sore feeling. I felt Naomi's warm breath at my ear as she lay her head beside mine, her body still on top of me. She was breathing deeply; her chest expanding against my back. I felt warm and comfortable beneath her, somehow covered and protected.

It was some time before either of us stirred again. I think I fell asleep for a few minutes. From the sound of Naomi's slow, even breathing, I think she did too. It wasn't until Katherine returned carrying a tray that either one of us moved.

"Orange Juice - will get your blood sugar back up," she said smiling as though doing a commercial.

Each glass had a straw. I lifted my head slightly and sipped one, a little startled and pleased by the intense orange flavor and the cold. Naomi stirred above me and then slowly rose up until she was sitting astride me. I looked back over my shoulder and saw her take a long sip and then another. She took a deep breath after that, her sweat shiny, melon sized breasts seeming to fill with air as her chest rose. She was still strikingly beautiful, "Naomi Campbell" in every respect, well almost every respect, even with her make-up smudged and worn off. Her cock lay soft and dormant on top of my bleached white ass, still slowly oozing small drops of almost clear fluid.

Her wide smile warmed my heart. It was the first time I had seen her really smile. She was obviously completely satisfied. I had pleased her and that gave me a tremendous feeling of personal satisfaction. I can't explain why serving her was so important to me. I can't really explain any of this, but it was and it all made sense in the moment.

After a few minutes, Naomi swung her leg around and "dismounted," moving off the bed to retrieve her clothes. Wordlessly, she put them on, looking at me as she dressed. I rolled over on my back and sat up, drawing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. I looked down and saw the large, wet circle under my butt where her fluids had seeped out of me. The stain was tinged in pink. Apparently, a little part of me was torn in the process.

The rational part of my brain was returning rapidly, the "re-booting" process almost complete, and with pink stained sheet beneath me I asked them if they had recently been tested for HIV. There was a long pause as Naomi and Katherine looked at each other. In that moment I was afraid, very afraid.

"Yes honey, Katherine and me were tested day before yesterday, and we're both clean," she said smiling, seeing the relief that must have been evident on my face."Otherwise we never would have gone at you bareback. We would never hurt anybody."

"Tha . . . thank you," I stammered, a great weight that had suddenly been dropped on my chest just as suddenly had been lifted.

"How about you, Kevin? Been tested?"

"Well . . . er, no, not recently," I said somewhat embarrassed at my selfish focus on my safety and not theirs. "But I haven't done anything that would expose me to risk - at least not before this," I said trying to reassure them.

"I'm sure you haven't," Naomi said with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "You can't be too careful these days."

"No, no you can't," I replied, the irony of her advice not lost on me.

As I rolled over and off the bed I suddenly felt stiff and sore all over. My hips and shoulders registered their complaints at having been stretched out for so long. My asshole and balls let me know that there is no free lunch. There is a flip side to discovering the most intense, long lasting pleasure I had ever felt, and I was experiencing that other side now.

"Do you mind if I use your shower?" I asked Katherine.

"Not at all - please do. It's around the corner there," she said motioning towards the master bathroom.

"Do you mind if we join you?" Naomi piped up, smiling a little, almost surprised by her own request."

"Na . . .no, not at all. I'd love to have you join me, I said smiling," not at all sure where this was going and almost certain that I had nothing left to give and was way too sore to receive anything.

The separate shower enclosure was large and easily fit the three of us. The warm water felt so good. Even better, Naomi and Katherine took turns soaping me up and rinsing me off with the removable nozzle and hose. There was a lot of touching and stroking and many warm, wet kisses from both of them. Finally, Naomi turned off the shower. The three of us stepped out and helped dry each other off with Katherine's large, soft, bath towels. It was a wonderful finish to an extraordinary day.

Back in the bedroom, I dressed slowly, not wanting it to end. Eventually, I got the last button buttoned and the last zipper zipped. Although they didn't ask for anything more, I took my wallet out and put some additional bills on the nightstand .

"Thanks Kevin," Katherine said as Naomi watched wordlessly.

"No, thank you, thank you both for an incredibly great time. You've opened new doors for me; given me a new perspective. I wish there was some other way to thank you."

"See us again, Kevin. See us again. I know we'll find some way you can thank us," Naomi said with a smile and a glint in her eye.

"Yes, yes I will, and soon."

They walked me to the door. Each gave me a soft kiss on the check. And then I was gone. I knew I would be back.