The ladies in charge kept us waiting for a few minutes, and then held a little contest. Which one of the tied people could be made to come first as we were masturbated right there on the beach? Cheryl fingered Norah, and Tatiana stroked my throbbing cock. I tried to hold out, hoping to show that she couldn’t just make me come on command.
Before long, though, I was groaning loudly, and my spunk splattered all over my abdomen. Tatiana put a little of it on her middle finger and then rubbed that on my lips. As I was licking my cum, Norah moaned loudly, at which point Tatiana reached over and put some of it on Norah’s lips, too. Cheryl, looking amused, reached over and gave a couple of strokes to my limp cock. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself?” Tatiana said to Cheryl. “You might get tied up next time, wench.”
“Sounds like someone’s getting too big for her britches, bitch,” Cheryl shot back.
I was half-expecting them to start wrestling right then and there, or maybe for one to swiftly put the other across her knee. But instead, the two women just laughed and started untying their respective partners. Still, that last exchange left me wondering if who was ultimately in charge at the summer house might be a matter that hadn’t been entirely tied down just yet.