Chapter 12 - Kelly's Triumph
By this time I had significantly reduced my body fat
percentage. I was no longer portly and my abdomen was showing muscle
ridges I had never had before. Getting the remaining ten pounds off
was a serious challenge and my weight seemed to creep downward with
glacial slowness, but I was determined to succeed. I had to know if I
could pass an extended test as Brandy, including solo.
Kelly had started with lower total weight, but had probably
had at least as much fat in her cherubic figure. Even after her
second ten pounds she had a visible tummy bulge which demonstrated an
opportunity she was quick to take advantage of. We worked out every
morning and walked most evenings, joined now by Billie Jo. Despite my
best intentions, I was still three pounds from my goal when Kelly
pointed at the reading on the scale as she weighed.
"Guess what," she gloated.
"I can see," I grumped, but I was truly happy for her success.
Now that she had earned her goal, it remained to me to deliver on my
promise. I had clearly picked up on Billie Jo's excitement at bondage
and knew that it should be part of the evening. Full bondage was so
intense that Kelly could literally not stand it every time we made
love. She was always willing, but most evenings after our walk I used
the bungees only for their steady tension. I did, however, often
leave her stretched for a while after I completed her massage to let
her back and arms gently relax. Often I would bring her a glass of
wine and help her sip it while still stretched, but then I would
release her without arousing her sexually. If we chose to combine sex
with bondage, usually she only wore handcuffs, perhaps with a
blindfold. Her special reward evening, though, would clearly warrant
the full treatment. However, I didn't want a one-dimensional evening
so I decided to plan on several activities.
Friday afternoon I suggested we go for our walk a little early
while it was still light enough to have been a real problem for me
just a short while before. Though I was not fully dressed as Brandy
and would therefore be exposing a potential embarrassment for Ran, I
walked with Kelly and Billie Jo in casual acceptance of my attire, not
particularly concerned with what others might think. Nonetheless, we
moved out briskly and none of the neighbors showed any unusual
interest. I decided they had already recognized my eccentricity and
accepted it, or did not notice. We completed our circuit in normal
time and returned home. With a quiet look I warned Billie Jo to be
ready for my signal, then went with Kelly into our house.
I began my attentive rubdown on her back and when I reached
the slim band of her thong, she lifted her hips of her own volition.
I stripped the thong off of her and she was fully nude. I resolved
not to let her know anything unusual was about until she was fully
committed so I continued normally until it was time for her to turn
over. Stretching her into the bondage of the wrist and ankle bands
was now our normal habit as well and the first sign of anything
different was when I placed the silk scarf around her eyes.
"This is different," she commented, in no way worried or
nervous.
"To help you relax," I explained, "just let yourself go."
I continued with my careful attention. As I thought might
happen, Kelly drifted off to sleep and began to snore softly with a
small, furry sound. Since I knew that these stretching massages
really were good for her, I continued to the end and left her
stretched and bound as was our frequent practice. I got off the bed
carefully, but she roused enough to ask where I was going. I said not
to worry, but she had drifted off again before she heard my answer.
Walking through the house, I turned on a kitchen light that Billie Jo
could see from her house. When she noticed the signal, she ran
quickly to our house dressed in a long tee-shirt. As she removed her
tee-shirt I could see she wore only the nearly-transparent g-string we
had provided to her on the evening she had met Brandy.
I had noted earlier that Kelly seemed interested in
transforming me into something approaching the lean hardness
demonstrated by Billie Jo's trim body. The weight I had lost and the
exercise regimen we followed had brought me far enough that I had
decided that Kelly might not be able to tell us apart as we moved on
the bed, if her eyes were covered. That formed the basis for my plan,
which was to have Billie Jo impersonate me for as long as possible
until Kelly noticed the substitution. Billie Jo had been briefed on
my normal technique so she could follow the general trend. In
specifics, she was free to follow her own desires which should keep
Kelly guessing for as long as possible.
I had explained what she would see in our bedroom but the
sight of Kelly stretched tightly to the four corners of our bed,
blindfolded but sleeping in total acceptance of another's control over
her body, brought a raging hardness to Billie Jo's exposed nipples.
Though Kelly slept on, I could already smell the pungent fragrance of
Billie Jo's arousal. I caught quietly at the strap of her g-string to
indicate she should remove it.
Billie Jo pulled her g-string down, then paused as her eyes
fell on my bulging thong. Before when she had stripped in my
presence, I had been Brandy, not Ran, and she had not really
considered the implications of differences hidden behind Brandy's
skirts. Smiling in acceptance of her commitment and of trust in the
person inside my skin however clothed or unclothed, she stepped out of
her g-string and moved to the bed.
As she moved her weight onto the bed, Kelly roused and yawned,
"Is it time to get up? This feels so good I must have fallen asleep."
I had moved over when Billie Jo did, so I leaned beside her
and said, "No, not yet, I think you deserve a little reward for being
so beautiful."
Smiling at the implications of this announcement, Kelly's
nipples stood to quick attention. She enjoyed these sessions as much
as I did and her training was far enough along that her body's
responses were immediate. Billie Jo leaned forward and gently blew on
one of Kelly's erect nipples, causing the first small shudder to
vibrate through Kelly's body. Following her warm breath with her warm
and moist tongue, Billie Jo began to wash Kelly's nipples until they
glistened brightly. She then wrapped each nipple in turn in her full
lips and sucked it to an even higher state of extension. Kelly moaned
in pleasure.
"You've never done it quite like that before. It feels so
good!" Kelly praised.
Billie Jo positioned herself between Kelly's legs, and
repeated the basic process of soft breath, soft and moist tongue, and
firm sucking only now the target of her attention was Kelly's pulsing
jewel. Kelly's moans increased in intensity, and the shudders
wracking her body began to build on themselves as the energy she would
normally expend in large motions could find no outlet except rapid
internal vibrations.
"OH!" she exclaimed, "that feels so good! What are you doing
differently? Oh, ah, AH, where did you learn that?"
I could see the smile in Billie Jo's eyes at this confirmation
of the effectiveness of her technique, and of the novelty. Soon
Kelly's body was humming to the first climax of the evening. As she
subsided, I nodded to Billie Jo that it was probably time to spring
our little secret. She knee-walked up to the head of the bed and
Kelly licked her lips in anticipation of a taste of my cock. The
aroma of Kelly's arousal had swamped the pungent smell from Billie Jo
so Kelly's nose provided no clue to her upcoming adventure. When
Billie Jo was positioned over Kelly's head, she started to lower
herself to Kelly's searching lips. At the first touch of her lower
lips to Kelly's moist mouth, Kelly froze, she tugged briefly at her
bonds, forgetting their inescapability, and tossed her head as she
tried to remove her blindfold. Without giving her time or space to
speak, Billie Jo lowered herself further to engulf Kelly's mouth and
waited for Kelly's next move.
It was not long in coming. Soon I could see the muscles of
Kelly's jaw move as she began licking and sucking at Billie Jo's
dripping pleasure nub. Kelly's nipples, visible behind Billie Jo's
trim ass, showed by their rigid hardness the excitement Kelly was
feeling. Her enthusiasm caused similar excitement to show on Billie
Jo's nipples as well, confirmed by a building flush and gasping
breath. As Billie Jo's arousal built to her own first climax, she
forced herself to concentrate long enough to nod to me before
surrendering to the building energy within her.
I moved on to the bed behind Billie Jo and positioned my
massive erection at the liquid entrance to Kelly's tunnel of love.
I'm not sure that Kelly noticed my extra weight on the bed, she was so
caught up in her labors on Billie Jo, but she definitely noticed when
I plunged into her. I slid without pause to the hilt, stopping only
when I had penetrated her fully. The shock caused an immediate orgasm
to pulse through Kelly.
Billie Jo raised up with a shout, "She bit me!"
Kelly moaned in distraction, "Come back. I'm sorry. I
couldn't help it, but I'll make it up to you."
I grinned at Billie Jo's distress and waved her back into
position. Her answering grin betrayed her appreciation of the humor
of the situation and she was soon riding Kelly's face again. I began
to thrust into Kelly, trying to find a rhythm compatible with the
small bounce Billie Jo had started. It was only a short time longer
that Billie Jo gasped and froze for a moment as her own first orgasm
broke through her body. Kelly continued the tender motions of her
tongue and lips, but Billie Jo raised up off her face though Kelly
strained to recapture her. I thought Billie Jo had had enough, but
she surprised me by turning around and lowering herself again. Now
Billie Jo faced me as I held myself up on my arms and stroked in and
out of Kelly's tight receptacle. Billie Jo leaned forward to kiss me
gently. I returned her kiss with more energy as my own excitement
increased. My arms were busy supporting my body and Kelly's were
stretched to the corners of the bed so Billie Jo began to caress her
own nipples as she rode Kelly's face. Soon I could feel the tension
in Kelly's muscles that warned of her building pressure. I increased
the force and pace of my strokes, simultaneously sucking on Billie
Jo's tongue with frantic fervor. Kelly's vibrating muscles clamped my
cock with undeniable energy, and I did not deny it. My own juices
pulsed into her, driven by my pounding hips. Somehow, Kelly managed
to continue her stimulation of Billie Jo and even as Kelly's scream of
release was smothered by Billie Jo's moist folds, Billie Jo gasped her
own passion into my lips.
I never could remember what happened next after that
incredible explosion. When I could think rationally again I was
collapsed on Kelly's chest. Billie Jo was lying next to me, fallen
forward enough to clear Kelly's breathing, and Kelly was panting
softly in her bondage, eyes closed. I withdrew from Kelly's liquid
embrace and moved to the bathroom to clean up. Billie Jo stirred on
the bed as I returned and after she moved off I gently undid the
bungees holding Kelly. She smiled a languid smile and lifted her arms
to my embrace. Pulling her to me, I smiled at Billie Jo and motioned
her to a space on the other side of Kelly, to join with us in a warm,
post-coital cooldown period.
"That was incredible," Kelly whispered. She looked at Billie
Jo and said, "Someday, if you're incredibly lucky you might find
someone to spoil you as much as Ran spoils me. Thank you for joining
us."
"It was literally my pleasure," Billie Jo smiled back, but the
idea that Kelly had been more favored by our actions caused a
thoughtful look to linger on Billie Jo's face.
"Does she do this to you?" Billie Jo asked me.
"No, she has only bound my arms once, for a short while, and
never while we made love."
"Have you ever wanted me to?" Kelly asked, surprised at the
suggestion, and also that she had never thought of it herself.
"I never really thought of it. Of course I trust you enough
to try anything you ask, but I've been so focused on your pleasure
that I never much worry about mine. It takes care of itself in
pleasing you."
"Would you like to try it?" Kelly persisted.
I considered for a moment. I had always known that Kelly had
the real slave personality and would be the one to benefit most from
bondage. I was not as comfortable totally surrendering control. I
looked at Billie Jo, realizing that whatever decision I made would
involve her as well. Finally I nodded. I would try this experience
from the other perspective.
The women moved aside and I lay back stretching my arms and
legs to the corner posts of the bed. Kelly started on my legs,
attaching each ankle restraint in turn and then pulling the bungees to
the attached rings. Billie Jo studied the cuffs and was soon placing
them around my wrists. In a few minutes, I was stretched tautly to
the corners of the bed. My own personality was not as excited by
bondage and my cock remained flaccid as I explored the limits of
available motion and relaxed into the gentle tugging on my back. It
was really pretty comfortable. There was a gleam in Billie Jo's eyes
I had not seen before and I looked at her quizzically. Kelly had not
noticed and was looking for the massage oil.
"You want to help?" she asked Billie Jo.
Nodding, Billie Jo placed herself on one side, as Kelly moved
to the other. They passed the bottle of oil back and forth as they
massaged it into my arms and legs, then met at the middle on my chest.
As time passed I relaxed even further, leaning my head back and
closing my eyes. As the muscle massage drew to a close, I felt
graceful fingers lightly twirling the short hairs at the base of my
cock that were all that remained of my body hair. I opened my eyes to
see not Kelly, but Billie Jo playfully teasing my building erection.
"I have a confession to make," she said dreamily, not looking
directly at either one of us.
I raised an eyebrow, about the only motion I could make, and
Kelly made a questioning noise of encouragement.
"I've never been with a man before," Billie Jo declared. "I
have used women and been used by them for purely physical pleasure,
but I was always frightened of being hurt by a man. My mother died
giving me birth and all I had were brothers, so I grew up as a
rough-and-tumble tomboy. All I remember, from before they started
covering up around me, was how enormous a man's tool seemed to me as a
small girl and I was always afraid of men. This is the first time
I've seen a man's full erection since I was a child. I read up on
enough of Masters and Johnson to know that Ran, here, is better than
average size, but seeing him stroke lovingly into you makes his cock
seem less frightening somehow."
"Kelly, would you mind if I tried him out?"
It was interesting that she didn't ask me. It seemed that
part of the reduction in her fear was due to the fact that she knew I
could neither force nor refuse her actions or her pace, only Kelly
could consent to her request. By now, her gentle caresses had
resurrected my fallen soldier to new life, though without pounding
need as yet. I looked at Kelly as well, my raised eyebrow now
directed at her, a smile of acceptance on my face. I would not
attempt to influence her decision. Billie Jo was pretty enough and we
were close enough that I expected to enjoy the experience. But I had
always been true to Kelly and she knew it. It would take her consent
before I would ever willingly couple with another woman. Perhaps
Billie Jo was sensitive enough to recognize this aspect of my
relationship with Kelly and so had directed her question to the right
place after all. Kelly looked at me to see if I was trying to tell
her anything and then nodded recognition of my acceptance of her right
to make this decision.
In answer, Kelly leaned across and kissed Billie Jo lightly
but firmly on her trembling lips. She smiled as she moved back to the
edge of the bed and swept her arm over my outstretched body in
invitation. Now that she had received the permission she had sought,
Billie Jo became more tentative, stopping her gentle stroking. She
looked at me and seemed to wonder where to begin. Kelly sat back with
our traditional amused smile, ready to help but not intruding.
Finally Billie Jo admitted her need.
"What should I do? What do you enjoy most? I don't want to
waste it."
"He's not quite ancient and decrepit enough to die after only
one more time tonight," Kelly laughed. "Take your best shot. If it's
not all you want, he'll service you again in a little while."
Her comments were not threatening, of course, but they did
betray Kelly's basic misunderstanding of the responsibilities of being
a loving master, or in this case mistress. I had never treated her as
a tool to be used in any way. Her bondage was for her pleasure, to
allow her total release. I was not worried, but it was clear that our
present arrangement would not replace our normal approach where Kelly
was the one in bondage. Nonetheless, I trusted both women to exercise
due care in their authority over my body so I remained relaxed as I
waited for things to develop.
After an additional moment's thought, Kelly continued, "If you
want a suggestion, though, you ought to try the things you can only do
with a man. Suck him to the fullest erection you can get, then ride
him. I really enjoy both of those."
I could see by the gulp that showed in Billie Jo's throat that
she had not thought about fellatio. A small frown appeared as a
crease in her forehead. Kelly noticed it too, and grinned as she
moved between my legs.
"I can see you need a little instruction. Don't worry about
taking it all down at once, use plenty of tongue inside and out, and
try and keep your teeth clear. Slow on the downstroke until you get
your throat reflexes in order, and all the suction you can manage."
Kelly proceeded to demonstrate her wonderfully effective
technique. She deliberately used the same steps as Billie Jo had
previously used on her. First she blew warmly on the tip, smiling at
the responsive pulse which reflected the shudder she remembered from
her own recent experience. Then she started washing my cock from tip
to base with her warm and moist tongue. When it was glistening wetly,
she took the head in her mouth and proceeded to stroke up and down.
At one point she stopped and lifted her head.
"I'm using my tongue inside to vibrate against any place I can
reach," she explained.
She resumed her up and down motion, gradually taking in more
and more. The hollowness of her cheeks demonstrated her strong
suction pressure, and I began to feel pressure in my balls as they
readied their response to the call from her mouth. She was lost in
her demonstration and didn't notice the sweat beading my forehead as I
struggled to maintain control. All at once she sat back with an
embarrassed grin, provoking a breathless groan from me.
"I told you I enjoyed doing that. I think he tastes good and
I like the texture. I guess in part I also find fulfillment in
meeting the challenge. It takes practice to do it right. You know, I
always figured it was better than licking a lady. Now, thanks to you,
I know that's true. I don't mind lady-licking at all, in fact I enjoy
it, but man-swallowing is the best."
She moved out of the way, inviting Billie Jo to take her
place. She was admittedly a novice, but Kelly's enthusiasm was
infectious, and she moved into position with interested curiosity.
Bending down, she also let her warm breath flow onto my cock, now
glistening with moisture from Kelly's mouth. Again the reflexive
pulse showed itself, and Billie Jo grinned at this proof of her
effect. She began to lick gently at the tip, causing repeated
pulsations to move her target around.
"Don't just dab at it," Kelly instructed. "Give it a good
lick."
Billie Jo demonstrated her aptness as a pupil, soon delivering
an enthusiastic tongue wash to everything she could reach. Before she
moved to the next step, she smiled and said, "You're right about the
taste and texture. I like it."
Licking her glossy lips she stretched her mouth wide and
surrounded the head of my cock. As she closed her lips about it, her
teeth gently touched the skin of my shaft. Her mouth flew open and
her head back.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said.
"Don't be," I said, breaking my long silence. "Gentle touches
add a little variety to the feeling. Just do your best."
She resumed her cautious approach. Soon she was bobbing
gingerly, taking only a little in her mouth. Once she bobbed too
deeply and triggered her throat reflex, causing her to pull back.
Kelly smiled encouragement and motioned her to continue. Billie Jo
started once again, finally adding suction to her motion. Eventually
she developed a comfortable rhythm which began to have its desired
effect. The beads of sweat returned to my brow and I felt the
pressure in my balls again. Billie Jo had become oblivious to the
body attached to the cock she was tasting, but Kelly noticed the
tell-tale signs of pressure and pulled gently at Billie Jo's shoulder.
"You better stop unless you want to really taste his come. I
enjoy that too, but that hard-on is too valuable to spend that way if
you've never ridden a cock before."
Billie Jo sat back and looked at the tower she had created.
You could see the concern in her eyes about whether that massive shaft
would fit inside her virgin receptacle.
"Don't worry, honey," Kelly comforted her. "It may hurt at
first, but that will pass and then, well, you saw what it did to me.
Like I said, lady-licking is fun from either side, but man swallowing
is the best. Let your lower mouth take you where you need to go. Oh,
by the way, you better check yourself for flow. You need to be well
lubricated, especially for your first time."
Billie Jo let a tentative hand creep between her legs, and
brought out her fingers dripping wet. She giggled slightly at this
indication of her arousal, the first real sign of lessening tension.
She moved to straddle me like she had earlier straddled Kelly's face.
"Here, let me help," Kelly offered.
Taking the shaft of my cock in her hand, Kelly positioned it
at the entrance to Billie Jo's dripping tunnel. Kelly placed her
other hand on Billie Jo's shoulder and slowly urged her to lower
herself onto my shaft. She was almost painfully tight, due mostly to
her tension, and I concentrated on patience as she impaled herself an
inch at a time onto my raging erection. At first her face betrayed
her own pain, a grimace distorting her elegant features. By the time
she was halfway impaled, however, her face relaxed as did her
clenching muscles and pleasure began to light her smile. When she
reached the base of my shaft she rested for a moment, though I could
feel muscles pulsing internally. Kelly sat back and encouraged her
with a smile to take it at her own pace. Billie Jo slowly moved up
until the head was nearly exposed, then lowered herself again, picking
up her pace. Her smile began to grow into a wild grin, lighting her
eyes with a joy she had never imagined. She began to bounce up and
down with desperate rapidity, trying to extend the building energy
into impossible heights instantly. I could only hope she would be
successful, since the results would soon be beyond my control. Her
breath became a panting gasp, then a grunt as a moan combined with the
inadequate breath. She pounded faster and faster, tossing her head in
uncontrollable passion, using my cock as a tool for her own pleasure.
Regardless of her lack of attention to me, my own pleasure was being
handled spectacularly, the energy in her tight muscles clenching at my
shaft with irresistible pressure. In a timeless instant, I lost my
control and arched against my bonds with a desperate need to drive
into her. My groan of release was matched by her own panting moan as
she collapsed onto my chest.
It was interesting to watch her face as she returned to the
real world. First, there was a blank expression, as though there were
no mental processes in action. Then, a dreamy look showed in her eyes
as she began to recall the emotions of her experience, still without
conscious thought. However, when she finally began to remember in
detail the experience she had just survived a light of unrestrained
joy lit her face, transforming the normally reserved contours into an
softer, more feminine expression than she had ever worn. She leaned
over to my face and began to smother it with enthusiastic kisses.
Though it was a tough job, I resolved that someone had to do it, so I
let her. Of course, there wasn't anything else I could do.
Kelly laughed at the joy in Billie Jo's face, and asked,
"Didn't I tell you that having a man was better than anything a woman
can do? Lady-licking is like ice cream, sweet and delicious, but a
man is like steak, and satisfies in a much more 'filling' way."
Giggling at her own pun, she took Billie Jo away to the
bathroom to clean up a little, and I lay back to relax to the gentle
tension of my bonds. In a few minutes, they returned and gently
squirmed into bed on either side of me.
"Comfortable?" Kelly asked.
"Not bad," I replied. "How long do you intend to leave me
like this?"
The two women looked at each other and giggled together, then
snuggled closer.
"We'll let you know," Kelly smiled sleepily.
They drifted off to sleep, legs intertwined with mine, heads
resting on my arms, and their own arms joined over my chest. As I let
drowsiness overcome me, I considered the tableau we made. Beautiful
women sprawled over a tightly bound man. I wondered how many men
would envy my position.
