Go visit Beaumont with Jill and Allison

You and Sara are not officially committed or anything, and besides, it's not like you know for sure something is going to happen up at Beaumon. You agree to come visit and Jill squeals with delight and promises that you are going to have so much fun. That weekend you drive up in your Jetta. Beaumont really has the whole college feel to it. Lots of young, good-looking people walking around the shady campus, big brick dorms and school buildings. The sounds of music and people hanging out on the greens enjoying the last days of summer session.

Jill and Allison live off-campus in a little apartment complex of two-story upscale buildings. This is pretty nice, obviously housing for staff at the school and not most of the kids. Jill sees you pull up from the second floor balcony of their townhouse. She was sunning herself in a pink string bikini, body glistening with tanning oil. She waves to you and you wave back and heft your little pink suitcase out of the trunk.

"It's so good to see you," Jill says. "Allie just went to the store to get some things. She'll be back soon. Let me show you around."

You watch Jill's tight little butt move down the hall and you feel like a guy. She smells like coconut and looks like the tanned, long-legged beach girl you remember from skinny dipping.

"It's not much, but we set up a cot in Allie's office," she shows you a small computer room. "You can put your stuff down. Come on, I'll show you were Allie and me sleep."

Their bedroom is quite large and nice, but you can't help but notice a few odd items in the room. There's a wooden frame in the shape of an "n" on one wall. Hanging from the upper corners are a pair of chains that end in fur-lined metal shackles. There is a similar pair down at the base. There is also an item that looks a lot like a pommel horse gymnasts use and some sort of nylon hammock or swing hanging from the ceiling.

"Yeah," Jill says, laughing at your shock. "We have a lot of fun in here."

You look at the chains. They're real, heavy duty manacles even though they're lined with fake fur.

"Which one of you is the boss?"

Jill walks up behind you and runs a hand up your back. Her fingers lace tightly in your hair and she turns your head to face hers.

"We take turns," she says and yanks your head back and kisses you. After only a few seconds she slides her tongue from between your lips and looks in your eyes. "But you can call us both mistress if you'd like."

The weekend is certainly memorable. By the time Allison returns with groceries Jill is sprawled on their bed, her bikini bottoms discarded and her knees up as you tongue her bare little pussy, obeying her every instructions and yelping submissively when she taps your shoulders with a riding crop. She's propped up and watching, waving to Jill when she comes in with the groceries. You lift your head to say hello, but Jill directs yout tongue back to her clit with the riding crop against the back of your head.

Allison has soon joined in, kneeling beside you, holding your hair in one hand and pushing your face into her lover's sweet pussy. She kisses Jill while you lick away and then stops to slide your shorts down over your hips and begin massaging your ass. Allison's chubby fingers probe your juicing pussy and begin to press into your ass, forcing their way into your clenched back door. You're very receptive and obedient, enjoying the slightly rough attention Allison is giving you as much as the light slaps of the riding crop directing your tonguing of Jill's slit.

Once Jill has cum she puts on a black-dicked strapon and begins to fuck your missionary style. Allison undresses, her body pale and jiggling with fat, her breasts huge, ass bigger, pussy trimmed but still a thatch of thick pubic hair above her slit. She stands with your head below her, feeling and smelling the muskiness of her arousal as she squats slowly, lowering her moist folds to your waiting face. Your tongue snakes inside her warm, wet cunt and she groans and leans the heels of her palms against your forehead. She is heavy squatting over your face and growing heavier, placing her smothering slit against your tongue and filling your nostrils with her thatch of musky hairs.

You moan at the feeling of being fucked, unable to see anything but the pale flesh of Allison while Jill is sliding her thick, rigid strapon in and out of you. Allison encloses you completely between her thighs, riding your tongue, pussy leaking down your cheeks an over your chin. Jill makes you cum hard, thumb against clit, plastic prick plunging in and out of you while you buck and spasm around it. Once Allison has cum as well she lifts up from your face and you clean her thighs and slit and then the pussy-drenched strapon worn by Jill. Then you shower together, cleaning their asses with your tongue, lathering their feet, kissing and sucking their breasts until they've had their fill.

Jill leaves you and Allison alone for a bit and Allison sets you on the bathroom counter and eats your pussy like it has never been eaten before. She's red-faced, tongue to the hilt in your creamy crease, moaning as she drinks your juices straight from their source, tongue in your crack, fingers in your slit, kissing you, squeezing your breasts. When you cum you feel your cream squeezing out and into her mouth.

They are very nice and show you all around Beaumont. It seems like a wonderful college and you think it might be the right place for you. In the evenings you go out to dinner or dancing, turning on all the guys at the straight club as you and Jill bump and grind and making all the lesbians jealous at the girl bars when you rub your firm little butt against short-haired Allison.

After drinks and dancing you head back to their place and gladly submit to their joint authority. A favorite for Allison is to sit on their bed propped up by pillows, naked and with a clit-stimulator worn like a ring around her finger. She instructs you and Jill like actresses in her perverse play. Kiss her, undress her, touch her breasts, now you touch her breasts, turn around, bend over, spread your ass. This usually strays over to the shackles, with you chained to their wall and whipped (with care) by Allsion. Alligator clips are attached to your nipples, a pump is used to draw engorging blood into your pussy until it is red and throbbing and huge. Vibrators and dildos of every shape and description are used on you.

You lick Jill's feet, massage oils into her toned body, spend a long time with your face buried between her cheeks and your tongue wriggling in the warm clutches of her ass, and of course you lick and suck her pussy again and again while Allison watches and pleasures herself.

You perform for Allison as well. She is not a beautiful woman, isn't in shape, she even has a bit of an odor between her thighs, but you enjoy her all the same. She is tender when she wishes to be and rough when you most desire it. She dominates you with her size and enjoys finger-fucking you with all four fingers, stretching your cunt while she lays above you, kissing your lips, your neck, and your tender nipples. You lick her at her urging, lick her while Jill fucks you from behind, lick and suck her sweet juices while Allison licks yours. It is an endless steamy weekend of fucking and power games and intense pleasure. You're exhausted by the time you need to leave and actually a little **** to go.

When you return home you try to keep things going with Sara, but late at night you fantasize about Jill and about Allison. Soon you're calling them both and masturbating over the phone, then it's a laptop with a webcam and your favorite buzzing rabbit vibe. When it comes time to choose colleges there is only one choice. Sara talks about going with you, about divorcing Tom, but you tell her no. It's time for you to go by yourself and explore life as a budding young lady.

Of course as you talk about all that the only thing on your mind is the sweet taste of Jill's orgasmic honey and the feel of Allison's four pudgy fingers thrusting in and out of your little cunt. So your romance with Sara is over. It's sad, but not everything was meant to last. She'll get over you and you know you'll get over her.