When The Gavel Falls (Masters of the Castle)

by Tabitha Black

  Rosie lifted her hand to find Valerie's, their clasped hands settling on his abdomen. "Thank you," she said softly. "Thank you for teaching me." Her heart skipped a beat as Valerie smiled and lifted herself only far enough to press her lips against Rosie's. The young woman was startled at the taste of herself, but returned the kiss.

  Grant smiled as he looked down to see the two women kissing so softly, so beautifully.

  Valerie pulled back, returning her cheek to his chest. "That was only the beginning of your lessons, Rosie," she said, smiling as Rosie's eyes opened wide. "I promise you will have so many more little cummies. God, this is going to be incredible."

  "This is most likely going to kill me," Grant moaned.

  Valerie smiled. "That's another wonderful advantage of making love to another woman, sweet girl—we don't have to wait to get hard." Though Rosa blushed, she giggled again, and Grant's chuckle had his chest rising under their cheeks.

  "Naughty," he said, reaching down to each woman's bottom, giving them each a swat in turn. "I suggest neither of you forget who is the leader of this pack."

  Rosie looked at Valerie and saw her smile and nod, letting Rosie know that though she was a Domme to her, she was actually a switch, and willing to submit to one person—her husband. Rosie smiled and closed her eyes. Just the way the couple spoke, the words they used and the promises they made had her aching to learn more. She'd had her first 'cummie'—God, she'd never even heard that word used for climaxing, but she realized it just sounded so right. Before she could fall asleep, she felt Grant move again, lifting her over his body and tucking her in between himself and Valerie. Rosa didn't open her eyes but fell asleep, living the vision she had seen, safe and satiated between two people who had loved her so completely.

  Chapter Eight

  Rosa slowly became aware of light strokes against her skin, fingers trailing across her body, palms moving to cup her breasts. When she felt the unmistakable sensation of a tongue—no, make that tongues—replacing fingertips, she quivered and opened her eyes. Peering down, she saw Valerie and Grant bent over her, their lips and tongues exploring each of her breasts. As Grant took her left nipple into his mouth and suckled hard, she moaned, her hand going to the back of his dark head. A moment later, her other hand was stroking the long black strands of Valerie's hair as her right nipple was suckled. Her eyes closed again as she relished the attention and the tingling that was coursing through her body as it awakened.

  Grant released the delicious bud and lifted his head. "I believe our girl is awake, Val." When he felt Rosie's hand press against his head, attempting to return his mouth to her breast, he smiled. "Awake and evidently very greedy." He gave her nipple one last long stroke of his tongue before moving up the bed to bend down and kiss her mouth. He watched her eyes flutter open, loving the pink color that crept up her neck to color her cheeks. Lifting his head again, he traced a finger down her cheek. "Good morning, Rosie."

  "Goo… good morning," Rosie whispered, and then gave a startled yelp when she felt a hand moving down her stomach to slide across the newly shaven mound of her sex, her eyes going wide with the realization that it wasn't Grant's.

  Grant saw the moment of panic flash across her face as she clasped her legs together, attempting to thwart Valerie's intentions. Though she had been so responsive the night before, it was clear she needed a little nudge to continue exploring. "No, Rosie. Remember, you will never attempt to keep Mommy or me out of your body. You belong to us. Now, open your legs." He bent and kissed her gently before speaking again. "Mommy wants to play with your sweet quim. Now open your legs wide, or do I need to put you in restraints so we can wake you up properly?" When she still hesitated, her cheeks now a bright red, he shook his head. "Or perhaps our girl would prefer to be awakened with a paddle to her bottom?" It took all his strength not to chuckle when she threw her legs open and shook her head at the same time. "Ah, good choice. Though I'm sure a morning spanking would certainly chase away any remnants of the Sandman, I, too, prefer a gentler awakening."

  His mouth returned to hers, his lips demanding her response, his tongue not teasing or asking, but pushing between her lips to touch and explore. When she moaned into his mouth and her body arched, he deepened the kiss, a hand cupping her cheek, holding her to him as Valerie's fingers began their play.

  It seemed that Rosie only needed that one reminder that she was their submissive. She responded to the kiss, her tongue tangling with his as Valerie's fingers began sliding along the outside of her labia.

  Listening to Rosie's moan, and feeling her shudder beneath him as Valerie slid a finger between her nether lips and into the slickness of her sex, Grant felt her arch her back, her movements giving testament to her acquiescence of their demands.

  Grant continued the kiss as he moved a hand to Rosie's breast, his thumb and finger closing around a nipple that was already taut. Squeezing softly, he began to test her levels of tolerance by increasing the pressure, pulling and twisting the pink bud until Rosie was squirming beneath him, her soft whimpers easily swallowed by his mouth. His cock had been at half-mast when he had awakened, growing to its full, impressive length when he'd looked at the two beautiful women in the bed—one dark, one pale, and both his. Rosie had continued to sleep as Valerie, seeming to sense her husband, opened her eyes and smiled. It had been unnecessary for words to be spoken, both leaning over the small woman to kiss each other, both their bodies giving evidence of their arousal as Valerie's dark nipples thickened, protruding from her dark brown areolas until they were as hard as Grant's cock. They had ended their kiss only to begin stroking Rosie and then lowering their mouths to lick and suckle at the beautiful mounds, the sleeping girl's nipples hardening into delicious pink peaks.

  As Valerie slid down the bed, removing her hand from Rosie's pussy only to place her palms on the woman's soft inner thighs, pushing them wider apart, Rosie's moan told of her sense of loss. "Pinch her nipples again, Daddy. Pinch them quite hard, as it seems our Little girl gushes when you play rough with her sweet titties."

  Grant released her mouth, his fingers twisting a nipple until Rosie bucked against the sensation. He drew back so that her view was unobstructed. "Watch, Rosie. Watch as Val breaks her fast. Watch while she feasts on the bounty your beautiful, dripping cunny is providing."

  Rosa had never imagined hearing such words, never once considered hearing a man instruct her to watch as another woman began to lick and take small nibbles up her thighs, knowing what her destination was to be. This was different from last night; there was no concealing darkness. There had been no long hours of teasing, of touches, of anticipation. This was her, on her back, her knees pushed up and held apart. Even though this would not be the first time she had been licked, kissed, suckled, and yes, pleasured by Valerie's lips and tongue, somehow it was not the same. Finding Valerie's green eyes lifting from her position between her splayed legs with her own blue ones, Rosie felt shame warring with desire. She attempted to turn her head to the side, but Grant gently turned it back.

  "No, you will watch. It is just us, sweetheart, just the three of us. There is no shame here, only pleasure. You will watch and, Rosie, you will enjoy."

  It was as if his words gave her permission to push away the doubt, the shame of lying in bed with two others. The knowledge that they cared not what others might consider scandalous at the least and perverted at the worst; that they knew without a single doubt that there was nothing wrong about sharing the gift of pleasure, had Rosie's eyes finding Valerie's again. Valerie lifted her head enough to give her a smile of such promise that Rosa quivered, her knees falling a bit more open, her hips lifting just the slightest.

  As Valerie began again, Grant continued his play as well, tugging, twisting and pulling on Rosie's nipples until she was writhing, her soft sounds of pain driving him to pull just that much harder, to twist that much further, pleased to never hear her ask him to stop. He placed his lips close to her ear, his warm breath adding another sensation as g
oosebumps popped up along her skin. "You like it a bit rough, don't you, sweetie? You like it when I pull on your nipples." His fingers demonstrated what his words were saying and she threw back her head.

  "Yes… oh, God, yes…"

  "Yes, what?" he asked, his tongue licking the small sensitive area behind her ear.

  "Yes, Da-Grant, um… Sir."

  Grant paused in his tasting of her skin. "Sweetheart, when the three of us are in bed, enjoying Big girl time, you may address us as Grant and Valerie if that makes you more comfortable."

  Rosa blushed, her skin tingling where his tongue had licked, her nipples aching to have his play continue, her pussy gushing as Valerie suckled.

  "May... may I call you Daddy and Mommy?" She realized that she desperately hoped he would agree. There was just something about addressing them as such that made her feel so loved, and allowed her to become the Little that she had always wanted to be.

  "We would like that, Rosie." Grant smiled and plucked a nipple hard again, her moan going straight to his heart. "Now, answer Daddy again. You like it rough, don't you my sweet girl?"

  "Oh yes, Daddy... I like it very much."

  "Hmm, yes, I can see that you do. Your nipples are so beautiful, Rosie. So soft… well, no—I suppose I should say so hard, and so very pink. I can't wait to put clamps around your sweet buds." Her instant groan had him smiling. "Yes, I know, sweetie, I know that just the thought of having your nipples clamped makes you gush. Is your pussy soaking the sheets, little one?" He chuckled, then pretended to correct himself. "Oh, once again I spoke wrong. I can see that Val is greedily feasting at your fountain, taking every drop for herself and you know what? I believe she is not the only thirsty one."

  Rosa's heart pounded in her chest, her hands constantly fluttering as if not knowing where to land, her pussy growing more and more wet as Valerie's tongue and Grant's hands and words expertly drove her towards her culmination.

  "What is your pleasure, Rosie? Which do you prefer; cock or cunt to drink from?" Grant's question spoken directly into her ear—the words instantly forming a picture in her mind—had Rosie's body tensing as it prepared to explode.

  Valerie, a very experienced Top, stopped her feast; their girl would not be allowed to come alone. Morning pleasure was a ritual she would discover was shared by all.

  Lifting her head slightly, keeping a single finger stroking along a slick lip, Valerie spoke for the first time that morning. "Yes, my darling girl. How shall you break your own fast? Drinking from Daddy's beautiful cock, or from the cunt that so enjoyed your mouth last night?"

  They both watched as Rosie's body quivered, her hand floating in the air as if not knowing where to touch, whom to choose.

  The couple could not have been more pleased when she finally whispered her answer. "Both… May I have both?"

  Valerie smiled and helped Rosie learn the erotic dance. "What a wonderful request. Yes, our beautiful girl, you may feast until you are satisfied. But I suggest we share the feast. Shall we both show Daddy how much we adore his beautiful cock?" At Rosie's nod, Valerie bent to drop a kiss on the pussy she would leave aching and wanting—at least for a bit. Taking Rosie's hand, she bent and pressed her slick lips against Rosie's mouth, so very pleased when Rosie's tongue flicked out to taste the cream of her own body.

  Pulling back, they watched as Grant moved to lie on his back, his erection pointing towards the ceiling.

  Rosa allowed herself to be guided, to learn how three people made love with the same passion as two. Valerie moved to the other side and then, taking Rosie's hand again, led it to the heavy testicles of their partner. Rosa allowed her hand to cup them, rolling them gently in her palm while she watched Valerie's mouth open to take the head of Grant's cock inside. Without being told, Rosie's free hand moved to encircle the base of Grant's shaft, stroking gently up and down, while Valerie suckled and licked, lifting her head to show Rosie that she was swiping the tip of her tongue into the slit of Grant's cock, quenching her thirst with the drops that oozed from it. Rosa felt a surge of need, lowering her own head, and Valerie pulled away, guiding Grant's cock into Rosie's mouth.

  The two women took turns, mouths suckling and tongues licking up and down Grant's cock, their hands fondling his heavy sac and stroking up and down until he was about to explode. Though it took immense control, he pulled away, knowing there would be another opportunity to see how much of his shaft Rosie could accommodate in her mouth. For now, he wished to allow her the second course of her meal.

  "Rosie, you've had your first taste, and I promise you more. It's time for you to drink from Mommy's hot cunt while watching the cock you so lovingly kissed fuck her." Seeing her look of lust, as well as disappointment that she had yet to truly drink from his cock, he grinned. "Don't worry, baby. I always keep my promises." At her nod, he helped her into the same position as the night before, but this time she was on the bottom. Valerie climbed on top of her, her hands moving to spread Rosie's legs wide again, her mouth delving between Rosie's slick thighs to return to her breakfast.

  Grant chuckled as he moved behind her. "Someone seems to be forgetting her table manners." He reached out and swatted Valerie's ass hard, earning him a sharp cry as her head lifted and she sat up. "It's rude to begin eating without waiting for the others."

  "Sorry, Sir, but this meal is just so very tempting."

  Rosa stared at the red handprint that covered one of Valerie's buttocks. God, does my ass look like that when I'm spanked? How long does the perfect hand shape last? She giggled; the thought and the pleasure of feeling wanted making her desire to pleasure them both intensify.

  Seeing Rosie's round eyes looking at his wife's ass, Grant grinned, and reached out to place another hard swat, and another red handprint, on Valerie's other cheek. At her squeal and her look as she turned her head back, Grant gave her a grin. "Naughty Mommies get their asses smacked as well. Back into position, but remember, naughty girls don't get to come." At his nod, Valerie lowered herself back over Rosie, trying to hold back until her husband began their play.

  When Grant moved his hand to Val's cunt, two thick fingers sliding into her, Rosie wished fervently that it was her tongue instead.

  "Sounds like I have two very greedy girls. Very well, shall we begin?"

  Mouths began to taste, tongues to lick and fingers to play. Rosie moaned as Valerie slipped two fingers into her at the same time that she saw Grant move his cock to Valerie's entrance. It was strange and unknown, like watching a sex film up close, and very, very personal, and it was the most erotic thing Rosa had ever witnessed. As Grant's cock disappeared slowly into Valerie's dripping cunt, she licked along the shaft until his balls were the only part of him outside Valerie's sheath.

  For a novice, Rosa did an incredible job, her desire to learn and her need to pleasure helping her to know when to lick, when to nibble and when to simply watch in awe as Grant fucked Valerie until she was squirming and moaning, her hips lifting and descending, her clit growing until it was the only thing that Rosie concentrated on, closing her mouth around the throbbing nubbin.

  The only sounds in the room were those of pleasure. Moans, gasps and strangled pleading filled the air as climaxes built, demanding release.

  Rosa shrieked into Valerie's cunt as she bucked, her orgasm consuming her. An instant later, still contracting and pulsing around the three fingers that were fucking her hard and fast, she felt her mouth flooded with Valerie's cream as it poured around Grant's thrusting cock.

  Grant continued fucking his wife, his ability to control his climax keeping him in place until both girls came again, their undulating bodies and soft, identical whimpers telling of the growing sensitivity of clits. He buried himself to the hilt and stilled.

  "Rosie, I'm going to pull out of Mommy and, darling, I want you to kneel beside her before me." He gave her a moment to take in his direction and then pulled from his wife, her cream, which had been trapped by his cock, dripping onto Rosie's face. He smiled when she instantl
y lapped it up. Moving away, he watched as she gave Valerie's twitching cunt a final kiss before Valerie lifted herself off Rosie. Together, they went to their knees before him, their hands clasping each other's as they lifted their faces to his. "God, you are both so fucking beautiful," he said, stroking his slick cock, his balls tightening in preparation. "Heads together, mouths wide open, tongues out."

  Rosa's nipples instantly went tighter at his crude demand. She tilted her head until it met Valerie's. Her mouth opened and she stuck her tongue out as far as she could, her eyes locked on the tip of his cock, waiting for his gift. When it came, she was shocked, a bit shamed and very much titillated as his seed spurted onto her tongue, his hand directing his cock to offer both women his ejaculate, filling their mouths until come dripped from their tongues, splashes of semen on their cheeks and breasts. It seemed to last a lifetime and yet only an instant as well.

  With a final deep groan, he pumped his cock with his hand, giving a final spurt for the women to share. Empty, he sat back on his heels and watched as Valerie took over the part of leader in the dance.

  She turned to face Rosie, her hand moving behind the blonde head as she bent forward, her tongue gently licking across Rosie's lips, her cheeks, and her chin, gathering Grant's semen. She ran a finger across Rosie's flushed breast and lifted it to Rosie's mouth.

  Grant watched as his Little obediently accepted the finger between her lips, suckling the spilled seed. After Rosie did the same on Valerie's body, she didn't miss a step, the dance ending as both women fused their mouths together, tongues tasting the incredible combination of all three distinct, and yet perfectly combined, essences. It was with beautiful smiles that they fell apart, turning to him, smiles of intense satisfaction on their faces. Grant bent forward and kissed them both. Sitting back, he grinned as he heard distinct rumbling coming from both of them.