It was my mother’s birthday, and Daddy said he had booked a special overnight stay at the local health spa and retreat for the three of us: our Mom, Agnes, my sister, Lorna, and me, Michelle. We were to be given some rejuvenating treatments that he was sure we’d enjoy, so he dropped us off at the resort, and we checked in. After taking our cases to our rooms, we were instructed by the male ‘bell hop’ to undress and put on the resort robes we’d find in the closet, wearing nothing underneath. We were then escorted to our first stop: the steam room.
We all found the steam room warm and relaxing as we sat on the wooden seats, au naturel. Mom, my sister, and I enjoyed the humid steam’s effect on our skin and dispositions. We not only got our pores opened, but being naked, our inhibitions loosened up as well. I suppose that it was only natural, being in a sex-laden environment and naked, that we would get aroused.
After about half an hour, a nubile female assistant came for us, and after exiting the steam room and drying, she asked us to don paper outfits. This seemed a bit odd, putting on paper trousers and tops, but who were we to argue? I also thought it odd hearing her say to herself as she took notes: two completely bald, one big gray bush. Relaxed and not concerned, I joined Mom and sis as we were rolled in fancy wheelchairs to the next stop on our adventure: a rather dimly lit treatment room.
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A muscular male attendant, who we learned later was Sebastian, lifted Mom into a chair much like a dentist’s chair. Then he rolled over a tray of equipment next to the chair. He asked us to stand a few feet away and place our hands behind our backs. We did, and were surprised when two other male assistants came up from behind and locked handcuffs on our wrists! As we watched Sebastian take care of Mom, we saw that the chair was more like a gynecologist’s chair, and Mom was soon strapped into it, wrists and ankles secured. While we watched, the other two assistants stripped the paper gowns off us, leaving us naked as we saw Sebastian rip the paper clothes off Mom; we saw her spread legs and her ‘gray bush’ was exposed, while her head was hanging between Sebastian’s thighs.
In mere moments, Sebastian moved between Mom’s legs, applied foam to Mom’s bush, and started to shave her. When he was done, and just as we were enthralled and a bit shocked at what was happening to her, our two assistants grabbed Lorna and me and took us to two other chairs like Mom’s, removed the cuffs, and strapped us in… but they secured us on our stomachs, face down. Then we saw Sebastian had flipped Mom over as well, so now all three of us were secured, helpless, and exposed in the same way.
Sebastian and the other male assistants moved in front of our heads and stripped right in front of our faces; we could see their enormous cocks. Sebastian’s penis was like a python, long and huge, and the other two were almost equally well-endowed. They waved their massive dicks in front of our faces, and we were all afraid of what they intended to do with them. None of the three of us thought we could possibly take those huge cocks into any of our orifices.
But instead of expecting a blow job, all three men moved behind us, pulled paddles from a box of such things, and began to spank us. Not too hard, but the effect was instantaneous. We all began to sigh and moan, and our pussies got wetter with each swat. They spanked us for several minutes and then, in sync, they all switched to floggers. Soon, we were all being slapped with leather strands, and it hurt more than the paddles as they struck us in the same places on our rears. Sebastian and his cohorts flogged us for about five minutes, enough to redden our asses nicely and make them hurt enough that we wanted them to stop, despite the arousal the flogging caused us all.
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Retreating, the three men soon rolled some devices mounted on rolling frames between our spread legs. Then they came before us and showed us each three dildos and told us to nod our heads to pick one. We each nodded toward the one we had chosen, and the men retreated behind us again. It was obvious they intended to fuck each of us with the dildo we picked…. and we were right. But the men placed the dildos on the machines between our legs and adjusted their position so that the penile-shaped phalluses were in line with our vaginas.
Then they turned the machines on, and we felt the dildos slide into us. They drove slow and deep, until we felt the fake balls at the end of each dildo bump against our labia. Then they pulled back, almost out, before driving forward again. In and out they moved, constant, relentlessly fucking the three of us in sync. We all loved the feel and moaned in our appreciation. Meanwhile, the three men moved to our faces again, and this time they pressed their cock against our lips. With the arousal we were getting as the machines fucked us, we simply opened our mouths!
Sebastian and his fellow staff slid their huge cocks past our welcoming lips and commanded us to suck on them. We all obliged, even Mom, and began giving them blow jobs. We licked and sucked their huge cocks, distracted beyond thinking by the fucking machines pumping our pussies. We used our tongues to feel the ridges and little tufts of skin on their cock’s undersides, swirled about the rings of their penis heads, and generally got the guys completely turned on. Perhaps out of sympathy for our likelihood of gagging, they did not push into our throats but let us take as much of them as we wanted. And we wanted more than they expected, and had them groaning and ready to pop in no time. One by one, each of them came in our mouths, leaving us a load of their semen. Knowing not every woman wants to swallow, they pulled out and offered us a cup to spit in if we wanted, but only Mom used it; Lorna and I swallowed their load.
Then the men left, and we were alone with the fucking machines. They were relentless, pushing the dildos in and out of our cunts, over and over as we got wetter and came again and again. Eventually, the wonderful feeling they provided in the beginning turned to soreness, and we squirmed and sighed, no longer from pure arousal, but from a growing discomfort. As if they could read our minds, three female attendants entered and turned off the machines. They unstrapped us from the chairs, helped us up and put our robes on us, and then rolled us in wheelchairs to our rooms.
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Later that evening, after we had a wonderful meal and lavish desserts, we retired to our rooms when a call came, saying they would be taking us for more treatments at nine. We were to be ready in our rooms, wearing the robes the resort provided, and nothing else. The three of us were already in Mom’s room comparing notes on how the last experience in the treatment room went, and we concluded it went well for all of us. Mom said Sebastian’s blow job gave her a thrill, and he was a perfect gentleman about it, while the machine-fucking was fun until the very end, but then they stopped it. Lorna and I felt the same; it was erotic, and we were all ready for more.
At nine, three female staff members retrieved us from our rooms and wheeled us to the treatment room. They took us to a separate ‘back room’, which was more dimly lit and had many unusual devices, like beds with ropes and lashes, spanking benches, arches, crosses, and chains with lashes hanging from the ceiling while other chains lay on the floor. They explained that Dad had explicitly requested this part of the treatment and that we would be treating one another, with Mom being the first recipient, since this overnight stay was for her birthday.
Then the staff assisted Mom to a curved arch and tied her to it on her back. This curved her backward and, with her arms and legs tied to the sides of the arch, left her spread wide open. They put a ball gag in her mouth and secured it, then told us to use any implement we found on the wall on Mom. We were to ‘arouse’ Mom until she came, and were to be sure she squirmed in pain as well as pleasure…, or they would take over and do the job on all of us, with no limits. Then they sat nearby to watch as Lorna and I went to work on Mom. We knew two things: we would each receive some sort of treatment, and if we didn’t make this one severe enough, they would take over and make it much worse.
So we started by attaching nipple clips to Mom, who was unable to speak due to the ball gag, but squirmed in pain when they were clamped on. Next, we took turns pulling on the nipple clamps’ chains, which caused a pain and pleasure combination. Then we stretched her nipples and breasts using the chains so we could attach the chains to the wooden arch. The female staff smiled as they watched. Next, Lorna found a riding crop and decided to smack Mom’s pussy with it to inflict some pain, lest we be judged too lenient. Smacking her snatch, Lorna made sure to make it hurt enough that Mom reacted strongly, and that she hit her clit every so often. Each of these smacks caused Mom to jerk and scream, but her voice was muffled to near silence by the ball gag. After a few minutes of Mom’s torment, the assistants stopped us and told us to choose more erotic instruments, and then continue.
So I took a vibrator from the wall, turned it on low, and applied it to Mom’s pussy. She jerked at its first touch, but soon settled into a relaxed bliss as the vibrator soothed and aroused her sore, swollen clit. It wasn’t long before Mom was squirming in delight on the arch, her cunt afire with desire. I upped the speed to medium and continued, with Mom wiggling all she could, moaning and breathing heavily. She was obviously enjoying the vibrations, and as she writhed helplessly under my touch, I upped the speed again to full and pressed harder on her clit. She screamed into the ball gag and rocked all she could before jerking, spasming, and cumming with a great flood of her juices. She jerked over and over as I continued to press the vibrator against her cunt, her juices gushing onto the device, until she simply collapsed, exhausted. I pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. The staff came to us and said we were done with Mom and that Lorna would be next.
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They took Mom off the arch and allowed her ten minutes to recover while they led Lorna to a chair. They had her sit in the chair backward, that is, facing the chairback with her rear hanging over the front of the chair. The staff tied her to the chair, with her legs spread to expose her pussy, and put a ball gag in her mouth as well. Next, they inserted a large hook with a butt plug on its end into her ass and tied a rope connecting it to her neck, such that every time she moved her head, it pulled on the hook and added discomfort to her ass. Then they deemed her ready and had Mom and me choose implements from the wall to begin Lorna’s torment.
Mom, remembering the riding crop Lorna used on her, took a flogger from the wall and began to whip Lorna’s rear with it. I kept the vibrator I had used on Mom before, and between strikes by Mom, I used it on Lorna’s pussy. Then I sat on the floor between Lorna’s legs and pressed the vibrator to her pussy. In that position, I did not interfere with Mom’s flogging her ass, and we both continued to inflict pain and pleasure on Lorna’s privates. My sweet sister was having her ass flogged hard by Mom, causing Lorna to jerk with each strike, which caused the hook to pull against her asshole and inflict even more pain. And all the time I was buzzing her cunt, her slit, and her swelling clit with the vibrator. Lorna was moaning in pain and pleasure, and straining to escape, but there was no escaping the flogger or the vibrator.
Before long, Lorna came with an incredible orgasm, and for maybe the first time, she squirted her juices from her cunt all over, including some on me. Seeing her in such a state, so out of control in her orgasmic ecstasy, I was moved that I helped to get her so turned on. That got me even more aroused than I was after doing Mom… and I was next!
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The female staff took me to a small bed and had me lie on my stomach with my legs at the edge. Next, they tied me to the bed with my arms bent over a pipe and cuffed, and my legs spread wider than I thought possible, and secured my legs along the edge, with my pussy completely exposed. Then Mom and Lorna came over and brought a riding crop and a vibrator with them. Mom had the riding crop and traced it along my bound legs to my pussy, then tapped my labia a few times to test my reaction. I was already so turned on from doing Mom and Lorna that I leaked my pussy juices immediately. Mom liked seeing that and continued to tap my pussy, a little harder each time. I felt the crop’s leather tip lightly smacking my slit and clit, and I squirmed as much as I could. But I could not escape the tapping and the wild arousal it caused me, making me moan and strain against the ropes holding me in my helpless position.
Meanwhile, Lorna took the vibrator to my pussy as well, and she began to take turns with Mom. I felt Lorna press the vibrator against my clit and hold it there for many seconds as I squirmed in pleasure, followed by Mom smacking my clit with the riding crop several times, making me hurt. They continued to alternate, and I could not stand the erotic feel of it, as pain and pleasure combined to drive me wild. I wiggled all I could, but nothing could salve my desire and the need for release that I felt. My swollen clit was on fire with pain from each smack of Mom’s riding crop, while sister Lorna came in right after and buzzed my clit until I screamed for relief. They continued to assault my cunt until I was crazy with need, so aroused that I could think of nothing else.
I squirmed and writhed under their torturous attack on my pussy, but I could not escape it. I screamed in the agony of the erotic torment they were inflicting on me, until I finally broke. I exploded in orgasm, jerking and spasming, squirting my nectar onto the floor, and unable to stop as waves of release overtook me. Eventually, after a series of orgasms, I was sated, my need relieved, and I simply lay on the bed, tied down and exhausted.
A female staff member came and untied me, and I just lay there, unable to move. My pussy and clit were so sore that I didn’t think I’d ever want sex again. But then I remembered the ecstasy I’d just endured as they tormented me, and knew I would welcome doing it all once more.
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After I recovered, the three female staff wheeled Mom, Lorna, and me back to our rooms. We were not to leave our separate rooms until breakfast. We were left to our memories of the adventurous day, the steam bath, the treatment room with the male staff and the fucking machines and blow jobs, the female staff in the back room with Mom, Lorna, and me tormenting each other to massive orgasms. We were all worn out, our sexual needs satisfied. We relaxed and fell asleep, all of us dreaming about our memories of the day.
At breakfast, we discussed the weekend and all that had happened to us, and our favorite parts. All of us shared two thoughts… How could we ever thank Daddy… and when could we do it again!
