Discoveries, the pervy kind

A few minutes after Valerie’s explosive orgasm, the three of them were drinking the last bit of their tea. Valerie looked at both of them, her breasts rising and falling slowly as she coughed softly. “Hmmm, now that was something, John, you are quite talented... “ she winked at him, then draped herself to his side, squeezing his cock playfully before kissing him just short of his mouth.

“Thanks, I really liked doing it,” John replied giving her an appreciative smile, the confidence he had when he was going for a sexual act nowhere to be seen as he slightly reverted to his old nerd persona.

Cynthia was nursing her last bit of tea as she looked at them, smiling softly as she enjoyed the atmosphere and the sight of hot people having fun. She then leaned slightly to the two. “Get a room, you two,” she teased, to which Val kissed her on her nose.

“Funny you should say that... “ she looked from one to the other, her eyes shining with mischief, lust and something neither of them could really place. “I invited you here to experiment, remember? How about we get to that, hm?” she asked, looking at both of them to make sure they were still having fun. When she heard no objections, she got up, not the least bit self conscious about her nakedness. She struck a thinking pose, pressing her finger to her chin, then her eyes flashed with an idea. “Oh, that might be it.” She extended her hand at Cynthia, “Cynthia, can I borrow you for a little? John, please, if you could wait here a bit? I promise you that I won’t hurt her, unless she asks me to,” she quipped.

Cynthia looked at John who smirked at the last remark and gave her a nod. “Up til now she has not shown us a reason to stop, so why don’t you see what she’s up to, hm?” He squeezed her hand, then added, “I love you, little Cinnabun.”

Cynthia’s nerves got swept away as she nodded, that little nickname… there was no way he had come up with that himself, but it was a sweet one, the one her ex used for her… and it still made her feel special. “Alright. I will come with you, Val. Don’t go jerking it though, John… You are not allowed to cum unless it’s inside either of us,” she teased her boyfriend, wiggling her ass at her lover and taking Val’s hand.

Valerie pulled her in for another cuddle and kiss before waving her hand at a certain shelf, “While you wait, why not have a look in there? You might see something you like.” After that she impatiently started to drag Cynthia to the stairs, giving her ass a playful swat to hurry her along.

John snickered slightly as he watched the two naked women walk away from him. He was promptly reminded of the saying: ‘Hate so see you go, love to watch you leave.’ Their beautiful asses jiggled with each steps as he downed the last bit of his tea, then, with his cock jutting and striking his legs with every step, hard as a rock but with no desire to take care of it himself, he walked to the shelf Val had pointed him at.

John first saw a few movies; the titles showed that these were anything but family movies. ‘Showing Her the Ropes, Spellbound, Crack the Whip and The Girl and the Rope Whisperer.’ He turned a few of them over, getting treated to some pictures of the movies’ contents that left very little to the imagination. Women and men, bound and left at the mercy of other people. John was, and still is, a pervert, and he had spent hours upon hours in his room jacking it to porn, so he was nowhere near taken aback by this, even better, he was quite intrigued.

He perused the shelf some more after putting the DVDs away, finding what looked to be a photo album. John was not stupid, with this album on this shelf, he was quite sure that he would enjoy the contents of it. He carefully took it off the shelf, then walked back to the couch, his cock of course not going down. He opened it to the first page and was treated to a close up picture of Val’s face, covered in cum and surrounded by multiple softening cocks. John felt himself shudder slightly in perverse pleasure at it, quickly turning a few pages, seeing Valerie bound, in multiple poses, as well as a few men and women bound while Valerie stood over them. To John’s surprise, one of the women in a picture of Val bound and being fucked with a strap-on, was a very, very recognizable teacher of his. June Summers. It was not really a surprise that she was sexually active - with a body like that, who wouldn’t be? - but to see her fucking someone with a strap-on, well that was still something else.

As John turned more pages, he started to notice that some places were empty with the glue still there, as were small bits of photo paper, but the photos themselves had gone missing. “Bad memories?” he mumbled to himself as his other brain demanded attention again when he kept flipping through the pages. Pictures of Valerie pegging cute feminine men, pictures of beautiful women, bound by or next to Val, and pictures of Val unbound but just enjoying herself. The pages were better than 90% of the porn he had ever seen, just because it showed everyone genuinely enjoying themselves. The ecstasy, the perverted pleasure and the delight shown on all of their faces, even if they were tied up in uncomfortable positions. He was now looking forward to the surprise waiting for him, no idea what it was, but his mind was going all over the place, until he **** himself to relax, to think, instead of just giving in to his lust.

Two things stuck out to John from what he saw: One, Valerie really was sexually ‘liberated’ if he could go by these pictures. Two, Valerie was a switch, if his thorough ‘research’ into this subject was anything to go by. With those fun little nuggets of information, he continued flipping through the book. Just as he was nearing the end, Val came down the stairs, her eyes focusing on him the moment she could see him, delighted to see her album in his hands, as well as his cock being hard as can be even after the time they had left him alone.

“We are ready for you, John,” she said with a smile, her eyes catching his, captivating him as he put the book down. He got up from his seat as the book’s last page flipped over; if he had seen it, who knows if John would have been be intrigued or put off, as the last picture showed Valerie’s face pressed within Miranda’s juicy ass and Arnold's body leaning over the little goth slut. Alas, John was too busy walking to the stairs to see it.

Valerie kissed him tenderly, letting him taste the tangy taste of Cynthia on her lips. She winked as he shivered lightly. “You two kept busy,” John teased her as she started to head back up the stairs, guiding him to the attic.

“That we did. Your girlfriend and I had a little talk, about wants, needs and the like… And seeing as you don’t seem to have lost your interest when looking through my pages… Well, let's go in, then I will finish my sentence.”

Valerie opened the door leading to her attic. In the large, open room underneath the roof of the house, Cynthia was lying spread eagle on the bed. Her wrists were cuffed, locked to the top of the bed while her ankles had similar cuffs, ropes extending from them and tied to the sides, forcing her to keep her legs spread. A small ball gag placed in her mouth could be seen as she lifted her head to see them come in, flush with arousal and a hint of perverse shame at being seen like that by her boyfriend.

Valerie clung to John’s side, guiding him forward to the edge of the bed. The goth’s right hand tickled his sack as her left wound around his neck, holding on to him tightly. He could feel her warm breath on his ear as she whispered, “I have observed you two, I know a bit about you, both of you. A boy with little confidence, dying to let his real self out. You have wants, needs. You want to just go for it. I can see it, I can feel it… No one here will judge you, John. We are all here to have fun. So, I will offer you a choice… You saw how I like to play, you saw I can do both. Now the question to you is… Will you be true to yourself? Will you let your hidden desires free and help me make this a night to remember for all of us?”

John’s face went red; she had seen straight through him, probably with a bit of help from Cyn, but still. He nodded, he wanted this, but he had been afraid to ask for that what he desired. He was afraid it would chase the new life he had found and loved away.

“Good, then, John…” Valerie whispered seductively. “Will you kneel, and worship me, together with your sweet, perverted girlfriend here? Or will you take charge, claim us, ravage us, and take control tonight? No matter what you desire.”