Laura (II) G. 7.0 & Cathy 9.0

2 November 1981

“Did you think of us while you were fucking Marie?” Laura asked with a broad smile as I joined her and Cathy at a round table in the Brody cafeteria.

“Uh... Of course.” I knew better than to try to deny Marie and I had made love during my visit to Madison.

“Liar!” she laughed having noticed my hesitation. “It’s for the best, anyway, because I’d hate to think you’re thinking of her when you’re with us.”

Indeed, except for the weekend’s sojourn, I had not given Marie much thought since beginning my ménage à trois with Laura and Cathy two weeks earlier. Much had happened during that time, most significantly, by swapping roommates, they now shared a room. This had made it considerably easier to hide the nature of our unusual romance.

“You should come to our room tonight,” Laura continued, changing the subject. “We did some fun shopping while you were gone.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. Laura’s leer and the way Cathy blushed and looked down intrigued me. “What did you buy?”

“You’ll just have to stop by and find out,” Laura chucked lasciviously. “Don’t show up before ten. We have studying to do.”

***

I glanced up and down the dormitory corridor before knocking on the girls’ door. Laura opened it and I caught a glimpse of her long black satin robe before she pulled me inside. With the lights off and the shades down, I could not see a thing as the door clicked shut behind me. Before I could say anything, she started kissing me with passionate ferocity.

“Did you miss us?” she whispered when we stopped to catch breath.

“Yes,” I answered simply. “Did you miss me?”

“A little,” she giggled. “We mostly spent the weekend playing with our new toys.”

“You keep saying ‘we.’ Where’s Cathy?”

Laura reached over and clicked on a lamp on her dresser. It contained a bare black-light bulb, turning the room a disorienting purple. I looked around expecting to find glowing three dimensional posters. Instead, I spotted Cathy.

She lay face up and spreadeagle upon her bed. Black leather cuffs bound her wrists and ankles to the headboard and footboard with thick leather belts. She wore nothing but a black leather collar and blindfold, and a black ball gag.

“You know that head shop on Albert Avenue?” Laura asked rhetorically. “There’s a whole other room in the rear that you won’t notice unless you check out the punk clothing at the rear of the main store. That’s where they have this kind of stuff. I also bought this there.”

She removed her robe to reveal a tiny black leather corset that went from a few inches below her small, pert breasts just down to the top of her hips, cinching her already tiny waist. Its garter straps secured black fishnet stockings. Without panties, her wispy blonde pubic hair sparked purple in the black-light. She wore black pumps with at least four inch heels.

I thought it best not to mention that Marie had similarly and coincidentally surprised me with a corset and stockings just two nights earlier. Instead, I whistled approvingly and said, “I’d love to take you shopping there and help pick out your next purchases.”

“Oh, we bought more,” Laura told me. She opened up her desk drawer and pulled out a torpedo shaped vibrator that glowed lavender in the black-light. She smiled at me as she moved to the bed and, clicking it on, started rubbing it on Cathy’s exposed vulva. Cathy groaned through her gag as Laura explained. “I was doing this to her while we were waiting for you, so she’s in a bit of an excited frame of mind.”

As if to prove it, she slipped the vibrator into Cathy. Most of its eight inch length glided right in, disclosing how wet she’d already become. Cathy’s back arched and the gag muffled her loud moan.

Leaving the vibrator in place, Laura stood up and reached for something on the dresser I couldn’t identify in the strange light. She picked up a black leather handle and then I saw hanging from it at least a dozen strips of black leather, the size and shape of linguini, but about eighteen inches long. Distracted and blindfolded, Cathy did not anticipate the first slap of the flogger right across her hips and screeched around the gag. Laura had hit her just hard enough to leave a series of pink marks that immediately started to fade. Laura continued to whip her with this amount of force up and down her body, from breasts to thighs and back again.

“Don’t fret,” Laura said to me. “We had all weekend to play with our new toys. I assure you Cathy’s loving this.”

Indeed, while each impact incited a growl or shriek from Cathy, it sounded like cries of lust, and her hips had started to buck with obvious need. This writhing and jerking soon caused the vibrator to slip out of her. Laura tossed the flogger on the other bed and retrieved the buzzing toy. Cathy’s whole body shivered as Laura pressed the smooth but energized plastic directly to her clitoris. For a moment, it looked like Cathy would come, but her wanton moans turned to pathetic whimpers when Laura pulled the vibrator away.

“You don’t get an orgasm yet, Dear,” she told her, then turned to me. “Get undressed. I want you to make slow, passionate love to me.”

As I quickly removed my sweats, underwear, and socks, Laura climbed onto the bed on which Cathy was tied, getting on her hands and knees over her with their heads at the same end of the bed. Thus, when Laura removed Cathy’s blindfold, they stared directly into each other’s eyes.

“I’m going to have him fuck me now,” Laura told her. “And I’m going to have the orgasm you need so badly.”

Laura looked back over her shoulder to wink at me with a lascivious smile. Comprehending her intent, I climbed onto the bed behind her, between Cathy’s spread, bound ankles, and took Laura doggie style.

“Oohhh.... His cock is in my pussy,” Laura, who liked to talk dirty during sex, told Cathy. “It feels so good.”

Indeed, it did. Having grown very excited while watching Laura torment Cathy, I did not know if I would last long enough to give Laura the predicted orgasm this way. Either sensing this, or wanting to further torture Cathy by using on herself the toy she’d denied her, Laura balanced herself on her left hand and used her right to start rubbing the vibrator against her own clitoris. I could feel the vibrations in her vagina as I slowly slid in and out of her.

“Faster!” Laura shouted and I willingly complied. She moved the vibrator up and down over her clit in time with the increasing tempo of my thrusts. “FASTER!”

No longer able to balance on one arm, she buried her face in Cathy’s shoulder, screaming vulgarities into her thick brown hair as the orgasm struck her. This caused me to come, too. Poor Cathy just got to watch.

Trying to catch my breath, I crawled off the bed to sit on the rug. The vibrator had fallen onto the floor and I switched it off. Laura remained over Cathy on the bed. As soon as she’d regained her composure and balance, she removed Cathy’s gag.

“Who am I?” Laura asked as she set it aside.

Cathy worked her sore jaw a bit before answering. “You are the Mistress.”

“And who are you?”

“I am your slave.”

“Very good!” Laura laughed with simple delight as she glanced at me to emphasize this new dimension they had added to their relationship. Her loving gaze then returned to Cathy. “I can feel his come starting to leak out of my pussy. That just won’t do. You need to clean me.”

Already straddling Cathy’s hips, Laura simply had to hold onto the headboard and scoot up the bed to place her vagina directly over her mouth. I could see the slurry of her juices mixed with my semen drip onto Cathy’s chin just as her tongue came up to start licking Laura. Laura groaned licentiously.

“That’s right, slave. Lick all that sperm out of my pussy. Drink it all down. You know the only thing you like better than his sperm is my pussy juice.” Her hips started to rock and for a few minutes she said nothing as Cathy dutifully licked the goo from her pudenda. When she finally spoke again, desperate need filled Laura’s voice. “I think that’s good. I think that’s clean. Now lick my clit, slave. Lick my clit until I come all over your face. Mmmm.... That’s right. That’s good. You’re a fucking whore, aren’t you? You love licking pussy like a fucking whore. You’re my fucking whore, that’s what you are. My fucking whore sex slave! That’s what you are. You’re my fucking whore sex slave. Now, say it!”

“I’m your fucking whore sex slave,” Cathy’s muffled voice came from under her. I’d never heard Cathy swear before.

It set Laura off. She tilted her hips to put her clitoris right between Cathy’s lips and started thrusting against her face. “Lick my clit, you fucking whore! Lick my clit.... Lick my clit ‘til I come all over your fucking face! Lick my fucking clit!!!”

Laura became increasingly vulgar, but incoherent, as she neared orgasm. A few minutes later, when she finally came, she screamed the single word “FUCK!” so loudly I’m surprised no one knocked on the door to find out what had happened. Perhaps our dorm-mates had already figured out what the three of us were up to by then.

Laura rolled off Cathy and off the bed to curl up next to me on the rug. She wore a thin, devilish smile and her hoarse words came as whispers. “You fuck her now. You fuck my dirty little sex slave.”

Cathy blushed as I got back into bed with her and our eyes met. I think the smutty things she’d said to Laura embarrassed her a bit. She smiled, however, as I settled between her legs and sighed happily as the tip of my again erect organ parted her still sodden labia. She then moaned appreciatively when it slipped deep into her.

After over an hour of sexual stimulation, torment, and deprivation, Cathy’s first orgasm came quickly. I continued to make love to her and only noticed that Laura had unlocked the cuffs around her ankles when Cathy’s legs wrapped around my thighs, encouraging me to even deeper and more forceful thrusting. Leaving her wrists bound, Laura again kneeled over her face, and Cathy again hungrily lapped at her womanhood. Watching Laura, writhing in her black corset and stockings — her shoes had come off at some point I hadn’t noticed — as Cathy ate her, soon inspired my own orgasm, and I groaned as I came deep inside Cathy.

She continued licking Laura, so I thought it only fair that she receive similar treatment. As soon as I had caught my breath, I settled onto my stomach between Cathy’s legs and started giving her oral sex, hoping to please her at least as much as she obviously pleasured Laura. Indeed, soon Laura gave a short, high pitched cry of rapturous climax. This initiated Cathy’s second orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to keep my tongue in active contact with her clitoris as her hips bucked, only relenting when Laura collapsed next to me and Cathy let out a final extended scream from the pinnacle of ecstacy.

Laura moved first, rising from bed to remove her little corset and stockings. I released Cathy’s wrists, but left her collar symbolically in place, then laid down next to her. Laura then joined us, laying down on the other side of Cathy. We soon fell asleep, the three of us cuddling contentedly together on that little dormitory bed for the rest of the night.