The CFNM Brunch Society - Ch. 4


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Tom cleared his throat, and then said faintly, "Yes, Miss. I understand." He seemed to sway where he stood.

Amy decided that this had gone far enough. She stepped around Tom into his line of sight and said, "Hi, sweetheart. How're you doing?" She saw his eyes go wide, shock written across every feature.

Valerie stepped to his other side. "You ready to get out of that rig?"

If anything, Tom's eyes grew even wider. "It... it was you two all along?" he choked out.

Amy reached out, gave him a quick hug. "Yep. It was us all along. And Tom, meet my friend Jill. Jill, Tom."

"Oh, we already know each other, don't we, Tom?" Jill chirped brightly. "Like they say, it's been the equivalent of a formal introduction."

Tom's knees buckled, and Amy barely caught him in time to ease him to the floor. Beside her, Valerie quickly released his hands while Jill stepped behind and began unlacing the hood. Within seconds, he lay totally naked in Amy's arms, tears streaming down his face as she cuddled and rocked and crooned to him. "It's all right, baby. You're safe. Shh. It's all right now."

Some minutes later, Tom seemed to come back to himself. Wiping his eyes, he gently disengaged from Amy's grasp and tottered to his feet. Drawing himself to attention, he said formally, "Please accept my thanks, ladies, for one of the most intense experiences of my life. And now, if you please, might I have some clothes? I think I would like to get out of here."

Valerie left to retrieve his clothes from wherever she'd stashed them. Amy turned to Tom and asked, "Are you sure you're all right?"

Tom reached over and Amy found that she really liked naked hugs from him. Into her ear, he whispered, "That was so fucking hot! Was that your idea? Please say it was!"

"Sorry," she whispered back. "It was mostly Valerie. Playing with your ass was all mine, though."

Tom pushed away, searched her face. "That was you?"

Amy grinned. "Yep. Was it good for you, too?"

"I was one second away from coming when you stopped. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?"

"Some," she admitted. "Is that a bad thing?"

Tom shook his head. "Not necessarily, but I can't begin to tell you how much my balls ache right now."

She reached out, grasped his sack, which did seem larger than usual. "Poor baby. We'll have to see what we can do about that, won't we?"

Tom searched her face again. "I sincerely hope so."

Amy pondered, then asked, "What would you like better? To cum right here in front of Valerie and Jill, or wait until we're home and it's just the two of us?"

He hesitated, then said softly, "If it pleases you, Amy, I'd prefer to wait until we're alone."

Amy laughed. "That's Miss Amy to you, buddy. OK, they're your balls. But I think the girls are going to be really disappointed." Valerie stepped back in carrying Tom's clothes, and started to hand them to him, but Amy grabbed the bundle. "Let's make it up to them. You want clothes, you're going to have to earn them. After all, you never did find anything to wear out in the corridor. So, grab that beautiful cock and start stroking for us. But don't you dare cum." She squeezed his balls for emphasis, and he groaned.

She stepped back. Tom seized his semi-rigid cock in his right hand and began to pump, his eyes screwed shut. Gesturing toward him, she said, "Ladies? He's all yours. Just don't make him cum."

Smiling broadly, Jill and Valerie stepped forward. Jill honed in on Tom's nipples, twisting and pulling one between her thumb and forefinger while she worked on the other with sharp teeth. Valerie chose a rear assault; stepping behind him, she sunk the nails of both hands deep into his ass cheeks and shook them. Amy snaked a hand past Jill and grabbed his balls again, rolling them in her hand and squeezing. Within moments, his breathing became ragged, and Amy released his balls. Almost simultaneously, Jill unclamped her teeth from his nipple and dropped to her knees before him. Removing his pumping hand from his massive hard-on, she let the very tip of her tongue graze the underside, causing his entire body to jerk, then flicked all around the tip. Meanwhile, Valerie was stroking one finger between his ass cheeks, pausing occasionally to dive deep, causing him to groan. He was clearly desperate to cum, but couldn't without more stimulation to his cock.

Amy stepped away, marveling at the fact that Tom suffered such torment just because she wanted him to. Jill had abandoned his cock and was now rolling his balls inside her mouth; Amy was amazed that she could fit the entire package in there, and made a mental note to try it herself. Her amazement turned to shock when Valerie stepped out from behind Tom wearing only the briefest and wispiest of thongs, nipples hard, eyes bright. She grabbed Tom's hand and guided it to her sopping pussy. Without hesitation, his eyes still tightly shut, he reached under the thin material and began stroking, causing her to throw back her head and moan as her hand worked at one breast.

Removing her mouth from Tom's balls, Jill glanced over and saw Valerie on the brink of cumming. "Fuck it," she said hoarsely, and in one swift move stripped off her tank top, leaving her naked from the waist up. She reached over and guided Tom's mouth to her nipple; at the same time, she maneuvered his free hand under her skirt. Within moments, her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Valerie was sobbing, her hips bucking wildly against Tom's working hand. Suddenly, she thrust her own hand into her mouth an instant before she screamed, the sound weirdly muffled by her fingers.

Slowly, both women collapsed onto Tom, their arms draped around his shoulders and each other as they fought for breath. He opened his eyes and stared straight at her, looking a question.

Amy nodded slowly, and smiled, and his eyes gleamed.

After the two had recovered, Amy reluctantly handed Tom his clothes. Within moments, he was presentable, albeit with a huge hard-on tenting his shorts, and the four trooped back into the hallway. With a nod to Valerie to stay with Tom, Amy dropped back to walk with Jill. "Thanks for coming over. I'm sorry if it wasn't as—intense—as you expected."

Jill stopped, seized Amy in a fierce hug. "Are you fucking kidding me? After that orgasm? Can I borrow him sometime? I haven't cum that hard in years, and he didn't even fuck me!"

Amy hesitated, and Jill caught it. "No rush, Amy. Whenever you're ready. But I gotta tell you, I hope you'll be ready soon!"

"Umm... OK. We'll see. But, I meant I was sorry about stopping the whole blindfold and hood thing."

Jill laughed. "Don't you worry about cutting the playtime short. You were right to stop it when you did. Shows good judgment, and that's one the most important things a dominant has to have."

Amy pushed away, held her at arm's length. "Jesus," she complained, "does everybody know about this stuff except me?"

Jill gave her a wink. "You're a natural. He's in good hands."

Just before they exited, Tom asked, "Miss Valerie? Just for the record, what clothes did you have hidden in the hallway?"

Uncharacteristically, Valerie looked abashed. "Uh—a lace bra and thong set, and matching pumps."

And all four dissolved in laughter.


Amy closed the front door to her home and breathed a huge sigh of relief. While the morning's events had thrilled her like nothing before, they had also unnerved her. Things seemed to be taking on a life of their own, moving too fast. She felt a if she were on a slippery slope, picking up speed, helpless to even slow down, much less stop.

Then she saw Tom collapse onto her sofa, and her concerns for herself fled. Flinging Valerie's carry bag to the hall table, she rushed to him. Kneeling, she put her hands on his thighs. "Tom, are you OK?"

His eyes were tightly shut, his breathing ragged. When he didn't answer for few seconds, her apprehension grew. Had she pushed him too far? Was he going to suggest they stop? Amy wasn't sure how she felt the turn that their relationship had taken, but she knew she would miss this strange, sudden, exciting intimacy.

Finally, Tom opened his eyes and gave her a wan smile. "I'm OK. Just—exhausted, I suppose. That was the most frightening thing I've ever been through."

Tears filled her eyes. "Oh, my God. I'm so sorry! Can you forgive me? I honestly didn't know Valerie would call Jill. She didn't tell me. And I had no idea it would be that bad for you."

Tom stared at her in amazement. "Are you fucking kidding me? It was great!"

Amy abruptly sat back on her haunches, snatching her hands form his legs. "You—liked it?"

"I loved it. And I'd do something like that again in a heartbeat." His voice rang with absolute conviction.

Her mind whirling, Amy decided she needed a time out. "I'm going to put on some coffee."

"I'll do it," he said, starting to rise.

She leaned forward, put one hand on his chest, and pushed him back. "No. You stay here and rest." She hesitated, then continued, "And take off your clothes while I'm gone."

His eyes flew wide. "Yes, Miss Amy."

She actually felt his eyes tracking her as she left the living room. Trying to measure the scoops of coffee, she found her hands were shaking. She drew in a deep breath, blew it out. So much for trying to slow things down. Mind racing, she ran through a dozen scenarios, some catastrophic, some fabulous. She started to tell herself that she didn't know what she wanted with him, and then pictured him naked, waiting patiently for her in the living room. Her nipples grew hard. So much for not knowing, she chided herself.

"I want him to be mine," she whispered. "But I'm scared. I don't know how to do this right. And I'm afraid I'll fuck it up." Fear was no stranger; it seemed she had lived her entire life in fear—of doing the wrong thing, of not being good enough, of displeasing others, of being alone. Her fear had kept her from even knowing what she wanted, much less doing what she wanted.

"But I want him," she said softly. "And I'm going to have him, even if I fuck up somehow and lose him."

And with that, her hands became rock-steady, although she still felt a lump deep in her stomach. Pouring the water and flipping the warmer to "On," she retrieved two mugs from the cupboard. Her Bunn coffeemaker took only a few minutes to brew. She used the time to put some of the leftovers from brunch on a plate; the poor boy hadn't eaten anything but a strawberry covered in her pussy juices. Delicious, no doubt, but not very filling. She giggled with the thought, and her fear retreated further.

"I can do this," Amy told herself. She took a few moments more to decide how she would approach him. Filling both mugs—he took his coffee black, hers had cream and sugar—she re-entered the living room to find him standing at Parade Rest, head level, eyes downcast. The sight made her pause, chased away the last of her fear.

He wants this, she realized. He wants to be mine.

Placing his mug on the coffee table, she sipped at her own as she circled him, drinking in the sight of his strong legs and back, his tempting ass, and his flat stomach. Her gaze dropped lower and she gazed fondly on his cock. He seemed to sense her regard, because he started to lengthen and swell under her gaze. Fighting the urge to take him in her mouth, she seated herself on the sofa.

"Come sit down," she said quietly. He raised his gaze to meet hers. Was that disappointment she saw? Without a word, though, he seated himself opposite, although he avoided looking at her. "Let's talk a bit, just you and me, OK?"

He drew in a breath, let it out. "OK, Miss—OK." The few words were tinged with defeat, and her heart went out to him.

"What we did this morning was—the single most incredible experience of my life," she started slowly. His head snapped around, his eyes boring into hers.

"And?" he prompted after a few moments.

She hesitated. "There's something you don't know about it. When we were in the stockroom, and you were still blindfolded, Valerie pulled out a strap-on. She asked me if she could fuck your ass."

It was his turn to hesitate. "So, what happened?"

Amy drew in a breath. "I said no. And the reason I said no was because if anyone was going to take your ass, it was going to be me. And not in front of the others."

He sat, obviously stunned. "I... I don't know what to say, Amy."

She fought the urge to get up and pace. He deserved to have her close while she did this, not cowering away in fear of rejection. "When Valerie and I were on the patio, she told me that you're mine, if I want you. I didn't know what that meant, and it scared me to think about it. Truthfully, it still scares me, because I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."

He started to protest but she cut him off. "No, I don't. I don't have any experience. I don't know what's too much or what's not enough. If there's a right and wrong to this—stuff—I don't know what they are. So, I'm still scared, but I've decided one thing."

Her heart nearly broke at the hope that blossomed in his eyes. "I want you to be mine. I'm not really sure what that means, and I know I've got a lot to learn, but—I want you to be mine. If you want to be."

Tom sat absolutely stock-still, not even breathing. Finally, he whispered, "I won't insult you by asking if you're sure... but I would like that very much—Miss Amy."

Tension that she hadn't even realized she was holding drained from her neck and shoulders. Blowing out a breath, she said firmly, "Good. That's settled, then. We'll work out the details later." She didn't miss how quickly he had lapsed back into discipline.

"Yes, Miss Amy." His eyes glowed. And his cock, she noticed, was rock-hard.

A thought that had been slowly growing since they left the mall suddenly thrust itself into her awareness, and she fought not to smile. It was, after all, why she'd asked Valerie to let her keep the bag for a few days.

"Do you trust me?" she asked quietly.

Tom seemed startled. "After today? Unquestionably, Miss Amy."

She nodded slowly and threw caution to the winds. "Very well, then. Stand behind the couch, facing it. Hands at your sides." As he moved to comply, she retrieved Valerie's bag from the hallway. Pulling out the hood, she managed to re-fasten the blindfold but left the gag off. There was no need for silence, now. Stepping behind him, she said, "Crouch."

Oddly, there was no hesitation or fumbling in what she did. It was the matter of a few moments to slide the black leather over his head, and only a few moments more to snug up and tie off the laces. "Can you see?" she asked, wanting to make sure.

"No, Miss Amy."

"Good!" Pulling out the belt, which still had the cuffs attached, she snaked it around his waist and cinched it tight. Seizing his wrist firmly, she buckled the cuff, taking care not to make it too tight. Somehow, she didn't think he'd try to get free and nearly chuckled at the thought. After a few more moments, both hands were secured to his waist.

"Good boy. Just stand there a little longer." Reaching again into the bag, Amy untangled the strap-on harness. About to step into it, she paused. He couldn't see her, after all. She unzipped her skirt, allowing it to pool around her ankles, and stepped free. Kicking it away, she pulled her tank top over her head and for the first time stood breathlessly naked with Tom. A pity he couldn't see it, she thought, and grinned fiercely.

A little experimentation allowed her to adjust the straps so the harness seemed unlikely to slip. It took considerably longer to fit the dildo but she eventually managed and breathed a sigh of relief. She rummaged again in the bag and silently blessed Valerie as she found the two other essential ingredients for her plan: condoms and lube. As an added bonus, she found latex surgical gloves.

Stepping to Tom's side, Amy carefully judged his distance from the back of the couch and moved him back about a foot. Placing both hands on his chest, she said, "Bend forward at the waist." She controlled his descent until the lower portion of his chest rested exactly where she wanted it. Reaching around, she tweaked a nipple, leaned in to whisper, "You should see yourself. Now, move your feet back and spread your legs." She used her feet to guide his until they formed a wide vee, allowing her complete access between his legs.

Stepping back, she pulled on a glove and smeared it with lube. From directly behind him, she seized his now-straining cock in her ungloved hand and said, "I loved finger-fucking your ass at the mall. Did you like it, too? Oh, I see you did. Good! Let's see if you still like it. Tell me if hurts too much." She parted his ass cheeks, extended one lubed finger and slowly circled his asshole. Without warning, she plunged her index finger deeply through his clenched ring, eliciting a hiss of indrawn breath and a groan from Tom.

Amy gloried in the sight as she worked her finger in and out, pausing occasionally draw a circle inside him, stretching him out. She kept her other hand, still wrapped tightly around his cock, completely still, allowing it to move with his slight movements to avoid triggering his orgasm. She had plans for his cock, too. Thinking about it, her nipples grew rock hard; she was beginning to pant from arousal, from the sheer power of what she was doing. Reaching under the strap-on, she found her clit and began to tease herself, never slackening her efforts with his ass. She found her own orgasm building with incredible speed, and regretfully stopped. She might not have the equipment to ejaculate but, for her first time with Tom, she wanted to cum with her substitute cock buried deep in his ass.

Catching her breath, she added another finger to the invasion of his asshole. He almost seemed to welcome the addition, hips thrusting awkwardly back to meet each plunge inside him. After a few moments, she added a third without difficulty, which prompted her to wonder aloud, "How can you do this so easily?"

Voice strained, Tom replied, "I was trained for ass play, Miss Amy. You're not hurting me at all. Quite the opposite, in fact."

Briefly taken aback, Amy nevertheless managed to reply brightly, "Well, that's excellent! You'll have to tell me all about it. Later. So I can quit worrying, then?"

Tom hesitated. "I don't know what you have in mind, Miss Amy, but I should be able to take an eight-inch long dildo, maybe two to three inches in diameter, with no problem."

Amy looked down at the latex dildo jutting from her abdomen. Hard to judge its length looking down on it. Spanning her hand wide, she measured the length with outstretched fingers, then brought her hand to eye level. Six, maybe seven inches, and she was sure it wasn't three inches wide.

"It seems we're in luck. Don't go away!" Chuckling, she stripped off the glove, turning it inside out to catch the mess, and ripped open a condom packet. It took a few moments to snug it down over the dildo, and she carefully squirted a generous amount of lube. Her brief experience at the mall, coupled with common sense, told her that lubrication and taking it slowly were the keys to avoiding injury to his soft tissues. She stepped into him, slowly trailed the very tip of the dildo between his cheeks.

"Tom, I said that if anybody was going to fuck you're ass, it'd be me. I'm going to fuck your ass. I'm going to claim it as mine, and you with it. I'm going to fuck your ass hard, and I'm going to cum with my cock buried deep inside you. I hope you enjoy yourself, but that's not my primary concern right now. You may not cum. Questions?" Amy genuinely didn't recognize this naked woman wearing the strap-on, preparing to fuck her long-time friend's asshole... but decided that she liked her.

"No, Miss Amy."

"Then let's get started. Oh, by the way—I'm completely naked back here." As his breath caught, she leaned over and slowly dragged her hard nipples up his back. She grinned as he moaned, nearly a sob of frustration. Straightening, she positioned herself, and the tip of the dildo, carefully. Nudging it into his asshole, she slowly leaned forward, increasing the pressure. To her astonishment, it slid in smoothly and easily. With half the dildo's length buried in Tom's ass, she paused. "Still OK?"

To be continued...