Stay in school!

Today I find myself once again in Sandy’s room. It’s way bigger than ours and no one complains if we get loud. It’s just me and Mistress though. We’re studying, and every time I get the wrong answer I get paddled. I wish she didn’t also vibe me every time. Then I wouldn’t have to get so many wrong.

Sandy was with us earlier in the day, but she was so excited about her date tonight. I think his name was… Tom? Harry? Whatever. I’m happy for her. Apparently they’ve been seeing each other for a little while and she thinks it’s getting serious.

The important thing is I’m all alone with Mistress. Once we finish studying I can already feel her slamming against my deliciously sore red ass. Yes…

I’m brought back to reality as Mistress Vanessa sighs dramatically. “If you don’t pay attention we’ll be here all night. I want to fuck as much as you do,” the lack of your cock in me proves this statement wrong, but please continue, “but you need to bring your grades up. We can’t have another close call like midterms. Finals aren’t that far away and I am not used to being the voice of reason when it comes to sex. So please, take me seriously when I order you to PAY ATTENTION.”

Mistresses out of character outburst fills me with contrition. I hadn’t even had sex before this school year began. Surely I could dial it back on my own without Mistress having to constantly manage my sex intake. I can do this. Self control! Responsibility! A mature and measured response to sexual stimuli!

“Fuck me Vanessa!” Suddenly Sandy bursts in to her room, sobbing madly.

“Hey calm down. Stop crying and acting like Violet. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“He,” sniff, “said I was… too SLUTTY for him!”

Oh my god. Okay, I know objectively that Sandy is pretty sexual, but it’s not like she’s ever cheated on anyone. She told me before that the last person she had been serious with was Mistress… and that hadn’t ended well. Obviously they are friends with benefits now, but I knew she was pretty broken up about it at the time. And now she finally finds someone she wants to get serious with and they say that to her!

I jump up and hug Sandy tight. I try my hardest to squeeze the sadness out, but she still keeps crying. I don’t know what to do. I’m not strong enough to push out her sadness. But…

I turn around and grab Mistress. She’s the strongest person I know. I yank her hard… and fall towards her. Second try, I pull Sandy to Mistress instead. Understanding my intent, Mistress hugs Sandy gently, if awkwardly.

“He… he was so nice. He said I was pretty and smart.” She lets out a strangled sob. “He said he thought his mom might like me!” Wow, even my romance illiterate self knew he had laid it on thick. I was starting to think Sandy might have been hurting for a while. All her sexy jokes about stealing me away, her voracious appetite for sex with Mistress… I kind of feel stupid now for not seeing it before. And then this boy comes and… “He told me I’m special!” Yeah, that.

The three of us slowly make our way to the only place large enough for us all to sit, Sandy’s bed. Mistress and I do our best to comfort Sandy, I begin to rub her shoulders while Mistress rubs up her arms. Suddenly a particularly large sob rocks Sandy. She looks up and lunges at Mistress, tackling her onto her back on the bed. I’m worried for a second that Sandy has gone insane, but I relax as I realize she’s just kissing Mistress… a lot. Mistress and I have a pretty open relationship, at least one way, so I’ve gotten used to these things happening. Especially with Sandy. But something about the way she’s kissing Mistress… the need behind it. Something’s different.

Still, she needs this. She needs her friends. So I straighten my little maid headband and do my best to slip Sandy’s shoes off as they make out. Followed by her skirt and panties. I rub Mistresses shoulder to get her attention. “Lift her arms please Mistress.” Luckily she listens and I’m able to get Sandy’s shirt off while only making them break from their kisses for a moment. Finally I unhook her bra.

Luckily Mistress takes control from here, apparently deciding she’s done letting me and Sandy control the outcome of tonight. She rolls over, pinning Sandy beneath her. She begins to unbuckle and kick off her pants, and I dutifully help remove them. Before long Mistress is also naked as she rubs her cock against Sandy’s entrance. Growing impatient, Sandy hooks her legs around Mistress and pulls her inside.

Surprised but still in over all control, Mistress begins pounding into Sandy. Surprisingly, they don’t kiss. Mistress tries to but Sandy holds her back, content to just breath heavily while staring yearningly into Mistresses eyes. She’s not even being vocal, her soft moans sounding more like… well like I sound like.

Speaking of. It might be wishful thinking, but just in case I begin to strip myself down to the chastity belt. Afterwards I crawl onto the bed next to them. Up close I can really see Sandy’s glistening eyes as she holds back the tears. She’s still staring up at Mistress, who has closed here eyes for a moment. It seems wrong to try and stop her from watching Mistress, so instead I grab her free hand and begin to kiss the back of it, trying to convey my desire to see her happy again.

She looks at me for a second and seems dazed. Then she shakes her head and it’s like she’s back to being her old self again. Still hurt, but I can see more than lust and anguish in her eyes. She pulls her hand away and beckons me closer. I comply, and she pulls me closer still to kiss me gently. We make out slowly as Mistress keeps pounding away. After sometime Mistress groans and finishes. I pull away from Sandy’s face so she can see Mistress better. When she pulls out I see that her never ending supply of condoms hasn’t failed her yet. Despite the circumstances I can’t help but feel giddy as I open my mouth to receive my treat. Mistress doesn't think twice about feeding me her cum. By now it’s routine, a given that her condom is emptied into my mouth. So I feel a little surprised when I look over and see a jealous look on Sandy’s face.

She quickly looks away, but I know what I saw. And I think about it. And I know what Sandy needs me to do. After I show Mistress my clean mouth, I tug her head towards me to whisper, “please fuck me. Sandy needs us.”

Mistress looks at me like I was trying to pull off the world’s dumbest con job… which I suppose I can see why she might think my motives were impure. “Please fuck her, I want to watch.” Sandy’s sudden interjection surprises me, but it helps so yay. Her dead pan voice as she said it, less yay.

Mistress sighs, but relents. She pulls out the keys to my chastity belt, and a moment later I am gloriously free. Rather than go straight to Mistress though, I crawl to Sandy and kiss her fiercely on the lips. I want to try and awaken the passion she had in her. It doesn’t really work. Sandy only lightly kisses me back. Finally I lean in close and whisper quietly so Mistress can’t hear, “You still love Vanessa, don’t you?” Sandy looks away and shakes her head. But her eyes tearing up gives her away.

I cry out as I feel a strong smack on my ass. Mistress was done being patient. “You wanted me to fuck you in front of Sandy? Alright, no more stalling.” Mistress quickly and roughly begins to impale me with her penis. I hug Sandy tightly, imploring her to look me in the eyes while the woman she loves rails me crudely in her bedroom. I don’t want to hurt Sandy, I just want to help her understand. And Mistress… she just wants to make sure I can’t sit. It seems every time I’m getting even a little close to climax her hand comes crashing down on my ass… at this rate she is going to make me cum in record time. I kiss Sandy deeply and try to maintain composure.

I’m not sure at this point that I would even need Mistress to fuck me in order to make me cum, as she smacks my ass one more time and my composure shatters in ecstatic bliss. I forget all about Sandy and our intertwined lips and tongue, and just feel the joy. Of course Mistress has noticed I came early, and is furiously hammering into me in order to keep me convulsing and to finish herself. With one more push she completes her mission, and holds me down while she enjoys the moment.

I release Sandy’s mouth from my own, still breathing heavily. As Mistress pulls out I roll to the side to lie on my back next to Sandy and tilt my head till I feel it touch hers. And then the moment I’ve been waiting for comes. Mistress removes her most recent condom, and holds it above my head.

Instead of opening my mouth like I have countless times before, I reach up and gently push Mistresses hand to hang above Sandy’s head instead. Sandy looks at me intently.

“Are you… sure?” Sandy looks ready to cry again, but these tears are sparkling with joy. Or maybe that’s just my fucked silly brain playing tricks on me.

I smile at her. “Be my cum sister?”

She laughs at the silly name, and I feel her hand grab mine and squeeze it gently. Then she looks back up at Mistress and opens her mouth wide.

“… what the hell is going on with you two?” Mistress has a very annoyed look on her face.

“Please Mistress, feed Sandy your cum so we can be your sexy girlfriends together, your very own happy harem.” I played it up a little to get her onboard sooner rather than later… but I didn’t feel like that was far off of what was happening. I looked back at Sandy with her still open mouth which now clearly she struggled with not closing in a smile.

Mistress wasted no more time and began emptying the contents of her condom into Sandy’s mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the taste, before swallowing and showing off her empty mouth.

Mistress shooed us both out of the way so she could lay down. In fairness, she did do all the hard work today. I crawled into her right arm and rested my head on her shoulder, and Sandy mirrored me on the left. “So, how is this supposed to work? Did you really want to try dating me again?” Mistress seemed wary of this turn of events. I guess I couldn’t blame her.

“Well, I was thinking that you never were easy for a single girl to satisfy, so… why don’t you just consider us both your girlfriend. Is that okay with you Violet?”

“… Mistress, I think Sandy made me a masochist.” They both look at me in confusion. “She started the whole vibing me while spanking me thing, and now I feel disappointed when I sit down and it doesn’t sting.”

“Okay… so does that mean you are not okay with me dating Sandy also?”

“Mistress, I love Sandy. I know the three of us will be happy together. I just think it’s only fair that we use some vibrators on her while we paddle her.”

They both can’t help but laugh. I don’t, this is serious business. “How about a compromise. Since I’d hate for you to feel disappointed, whenever you manage to not get spanked, Sandy will paddle your bottom. That way you can sit happily on your cute red butt. Okay?”

“Thank you mistress.” I kiss her cheek, and Sandy does the same. I look at my new sister and get the feeling if I’m not careful Mistress might actually end up with an actual harem. Until then, I kind of like the idea of my best friend and me servicing our Mistress together. I reach over and take Sandy’s hand, and she laces our fingers together. Mistress gropes us both at the same time as we share a smile together.