Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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The cabin which would be our home for the week was in a very remote area. To reach it it was necessary to turn from the main highway onto a succession of other paved roads before finally turning on the long gravel driveway that wound its way over two miles further into the woods. There were some vacation homes in this area, two on either side of the cabin, the nearest something over a mile away. I knew the owners of these two homes, who visited infrequently during other parts of the year. We would be very alone here.

The cabin itself sat on the side of a hill just above a six acre lake. A deck ran the entire length of the cabin, affording a beautiful view of the lake and the surrouding cleared area in front of the cabin. The construction was entirely of hand hewn logs, dating back nearly one hundred years. The main part of the cabin was one large room and there had been additions made through the years to provide nicely designed modern kitchen and bath facilities and a large Master bedroom.

The one thing which always impressed me when I first arrived at the cabin was also noticed by the two girls. It was so quiet there. Even in the small town in which I live one becomes accustomed to hearing the noise of traffic on occasions, but here in the deep woods there was never the sound of an automobile. All one could hear was the chirping of birds and the occasional splashing sound of a feeding fish in the lake.

Sandra and Cindi were both impressed by the beauty that surrounded them, and commented specifically on the quality of the groundskeeping. They should have been impressed with that. I had only a week before brought a crew of six men in to help me prepare the cabin for our arrival. There were areas in the woods that I wanted prepared as well, areas the girls had not seen yet, but with which they would become very familiar. To accomplish all that needed to be done it had taken my crew nearly three days of hard work. It was worth it.

"This is WONDERFUL, Master!", exclaimed Sandra, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I had no idea it would be this nice!"

Cindi added her approval, smiling and watching with interest as Sandra and I kissed. Cindi loved to watch as well as to be watched, and I knew she would get plenty of both during our time here in the woods.

"Unpack your bags, girls," I said, sliding Sandra's arms from around my neck. "Kathy and Janet will be calling in a bit and I'll have to go meet them. Why don't you shower and play a bit before they get here? I know it was a long ride."

"Mmmmmmm....that sounds lovely, Master," sighed Cindi, immediately beginning to remove her snuggly fitting shirt and to kick off her sandals. Neither of these girls cared much for wearing alot of clothing, especially when they were together. That was just fine with me.

I busied myself in the kitchen while the two delightful women playfully stripped and showered together. They were like little kittens when they were together, rubbing against each other, almost purring with delight at the freedom they felt to touch and explore each other's bodies. I knew they would shower together and that their soapy bodies would be pressed against each other as they did so, tits rubbing tits, lips crushing lips. I loved the giggling that came from the shower, but I loved the quiet moments even more.

Knocking pipes announced the end of their shower, and it was only moments later that the two little sluts came running into the main room, naked, tits bouncing, snapping towels at each other playfully. I stood at the island counter in the kitchen, sipping my drink and watching with amused interest.

"You bitch!", Sandra shouted teasingly, as Cindi popped her with the towel very close to her cunt.

"You know it, you little slave slut you...I'm YOUR bitch, and you'll know it well by the end of the week!" Cindi popped her again with the towel, this time her aim excellent but directed at one of Sandra's full tits. Cindi was very good at being dominant when she wanted to be, and I was looking forward to her playing the role of Sandra's Mistress at times during the week. I had discussed it with her, but Sandra was unaware of what Cindi and I had planned for her.

This time, however, there was to be no domination, but only playful loving, and the towel snapping soon ceased as the hungry little girls fell to the couch, their arms winding around each other, their mouths locking in a passionate kiss.

I really love to watch two women french kiss. Not all of them love it as much as Cindi and Sandra do, nor do many of them do it with the enthusiasm and growing passion that they do. I felt myself growing hard as I watched their busy mouths working, their tongues dancing against each other, their lips opening, closing, widening and then narrowing.

They kissed for a very long time before their allowed their concentration to shift to other parts of their bodies. Then, almost as if on cue, they both began to shift their bodies so that they could open their legs to each other. Sandra's hand moved quickly down Cindi's body, lingering only for a moment to toy with her pubic hair before her fingers busily searched for and found her hardening clitoris.

I moved into the main room to afford myself a better view. Settling quietly into the over-stuffed chair directly across the room from the couch on which they sat, I watched with growing interest as Cindi began pinching Sandra's nipples roughly, pulling at them with her tiny fingers, making her moan in appreciation. She was content to leave Sandra's moistening cunt unattended for the moment, and I smiled as I watched Sandra open and close her legs rythmically, an only partially successful attempt to masturbate herself in some way.

Sandra continued her assault on Cindi's throbbing clit and lowered her head to the full and hard nippled breasts being thrust out to her by the naked girl beside her. Cindi kissed Sandra's blonde head softly, moving her hand around to the back of her in order to play with her ass. She moaned as Sandra's talented lips, teeth and tongue began working on her long nipples.

"Yes, Baby...I love that...mmmmmm..you know I love that so much!", she mewed. Her hips began rising and falling as she pushed her clit against Sandras manipulating fingers.

"You're so wet!", Sandra whispered hotly, as she spread open Cindi's pussy with her red-nailed fingers. "I love it when you're wet, Cindi!"

"I know, Baby, I know you love it...make me wet..I want to be wet for you."

Sandra knew exactly how to work Cindi's adorable pussy to bring more and more of the pungent vaginal secretions to the surface, and did so purposely, knowing, just as Cindi did, that she would soon be sucking those very juices into her mouth. Every contact their bodies made was electrifying now, but their thoughts were concentrated on just one thing...Cindi's pussy juice. Cindi wanted to be as wet as possible when Sandra ate her. It was naughty for her to wish that, and she knew it. Naughty for her to want Sandra's mouth to be full of her cunt juice. Naughty for her to want so much for her gism to be on Sandra's tongue and lips and, in fact, all over her face. Still, as much as her own naughtiness excited her, what really made her juices flow was the knowledge that Sandra's mind was just as firmly planted on those very same thoughts. There was a very hungry, extremely content, sublimely happy, pussy-eating-slave-slut working her way at this very moment to a spot between her legs where she would, for as long as Cindi wished it, lick and suck and nibble at her clitoris and outer and inner cunt lips, as if she had never tasted anything as wonderful in her life.

With knowledge comes freedom, and Cindi's knowledge of Sandra's naughty hungers allowed her the freedom to let her body movements and her words work together to inflame even further the desires that were already burning hotly within them.

"Oh, Gawd...so wet, pussy girl...so wet for you..I want your mouth so much!" She pushed at Sandra with her free hand, almost shoving her off the couch, as she opened her legs widely. Sandra slid quickly into the floor, positioning herself on her knees in front of the spread-eagled girl. Cindi grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them back, offering up her sex lewdly to the kneeling slave-girl whose nostrils were beginning to fill with the aroma of girl-fuck as her face moved closer and closer to Cindi's wet and quivering cunt.

Cindi threw her head back, her hair tossing, and then raised it once more, staring into my eyes. There was a passion in her gaze that told me more than words ever could. She liked that I was watching, that I could see her so brazenly baring her naked sex before me, so hungrily allowing another woman to feast on her pussy. There was gratitude, committment, overwhelming passion and shared excitement in her eyes as Sandra's tongue slid from between her lips and flicked at her clitoris, touching it for the first time in weeks.

Cindi's eyes closed tightly and her head flew back once more. "YES!!!..like that! Ohhhh...Gawd!!!" She released her legs and pushed them straight up into the air, as her hands fell to her heaving breasts and began mauling them, her thumbs and fingers grabbing at her stiff nipples, tearing at them hotly.

I had only planned on watching, but the extreme passion I was witnessing was more than I could stand. Rising, I struggled with my zipper, and struggled once more with my cock as I pulled it from my pants. I wouldn't bother with taking anything off, not this time.

I walked behind Sandra and slapped her ass roughly. She jerked and cried out, but immediately rose to her knees and spread her legs widely, aware of my desire. Kneeling behind her, my eyes locked on Cindi's, I pressed my stiff member into Sandra's sopping wet fuckhole and shoved it in completely. Sandra raised her head, gasping, and turned to look at me, only to find Cindi's hands grabbing her by the hair roughly and pulling her face back to her cunt. I pumped Sandra steadily, fucking her from behind as she sucked and ate hungrily at Cindi's sex. Her hand moved quickly to her slit and I felt her rubbing her clit hard and fast, her own orgasm building at break-neck speed within her.

"You like to watch me fuck, don't you, Cindi?", I asked hotly as I worked my hips hard and fast, fucking my cock in and out of the pussy eating slut between us.

"God, yes, Master! You know I love to watch you! Fuck her hard, Master! Drive her tongue deeper into me!"

Sandra moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the spasming lips of Cindi's flooded cunt. Her hand was flying now, her orgasm beginning to rush through her. I felt her hips rising and falling now as she worked her sex on my cock, squeezing me, milking me, begging for my cum.

"Where will Master put his cum, little whores?", I asked, breathlessly. "Who wants it? Tell Master where to shoot his fuck!"

"My mouth, Massster!!!", Cindi cried out, the passion slurring her words. Her legs fell to Sandra's shoulder's now, inviting me to straddle them. "Pleasse fuck my mouuth!!"

I pulled back, removing my cunt juice covered cock from Sandra's bottom. It made a sucking noise as it was emptied, the rich juices stringing from her cunt lips to my escaping dick. Quickly I stepped up onto the couch, straddling Cindi's body, and pulling her head to my crotch, immediately put my cock into her waiting mouth. Holding her head in both my hands I fucked in and out of her mouth hotly, but her orgasm was upon her, and her concentration lacking. I wrapped my and around the shaft of my cum filled member and began jerking it, stroking my hand up and down its length, the head still in her mouth.

"Ohhhmmmmph....Ohhhmmmmph.....Ohhhhmmmmmmmphhh..," Cindi moaned rythmically as her orgasm began sweeping through her. Over and over. "Ohhhhmmmmp.....Ohhhhmmmmmph...Ohhhhmmmmppp..." It was a lewd sound..a dirty sound...it was the sound of a bitch in heat, a slutty animalistic sound from deep within her, muffled by the cockhead that was pressing against her tongue and by the flying fist which jerked against her wet lips.

I clamped my eyes together tightly, my head becoming dizzy as I felt the cum move through me, into the shaft, then the head, then spewing hotly into the bi-girl's mouth. My own grunts and groans mixed with Cindi's orgasmic strains as we came together, juices moving into her at one end, out of her at the other. The thought of her being a vessel for fuck brought one last stream of cum from my jerking dick which splashed across her upper lip and her left cheek.

Feeling my knees growing weak and losing my balance, I stumbled from the couch and sat next to the trembling naked girl, watching as Sandra rose to lick at the cum which was now oozing down the side of Cindi's face. When she had gathered it all with her tongue she kissed Cindi full on the mouth again, sharing with her the fluids of our bodies.

We held each other there on the couch for quite some time, not speaking, allowing our spent bodies to restore themselves. Finally I rose to clean myself, and left the two wonderful women holding each other's naked bodies tightly. Almost as if on cue the phone rang, announcing the arrival of our guests.

Continued in Chapter Three