Horseplay
Chapter 7 : Tough Love

  The first Sunday of the camp was essentially a day off for the
counselors. Students would arrive in the morning and would be
escorted to their dorms and given orientation and skill tests. For
the counselors there would be a staff meeting to lay out jobs and
assign groups. Unlike the system used with the younger campers, the
older groups got much more intense training, which meant
professionals would be on staff for the first week. Rather than
moving from group to group, Counselors would be assigned a single
group to lead around and junior counselors would work in rotating
jobs to learn new skills. This meant a single set of twenty for each
counselor until the next Sunday, when they'd reorganize the groups
into more specific sections. Neil expected to get an entry level
group since it was his first year as a full counselor and then he'd
probably get a trail or western group to lead for the second week.
	After the disaster of the previous night, Neil woke, showered
and brooded for most of the morning. Apparently Dave and Ruth were
aware, at least in part, because they stopped by very briefly to see
if he wanted anything to eat. Dave managed to talk him into a bagel,
which he ate by himself in his cabin.
	With the whole, boring morning stretching out in front of him,
Neil finally forced himself to make a decision. He could brood and
bitch all day and spend the week with minimal time to do anything or
he could make some hard decisions and get on with things.
	He managed to brood for a while, but it got boring. "Stop being
such a pussy" he growled to himself, wiping tears out of his eyes.
"Man up and do SOMETHING".
	Something turned out to be pretty straightforward, if a little
cold hearted. Mae clearly had two unshakable positions. She loved to
be submissive sexually and she refused to be his girlfriend except
when it was convenient. So the clear path was to end all romance,
relationship and emotional connection and stick to the sexual
domination.
	Neil's mood improved significantly after that. After getting
dressed, he headed to Harriet's room, where he knew he'd find Mae. He
knocked on the door and Harriet's surprised face greeted him.
	"She's... kind of"
	"Mae!" he shouted past Harriet. "Come here now"
	"Neil, what the hell are you..."
	"She doesn't want a relationship beyond the sexual domination,
then I'll just have to live with..."
	Mae's appearance cut him short. She was red eyed and unkempt
and looked at him with a face full of confusion.
	"Clean yourself up and be in my cabin in half an hour." he said
firmly.
	Mae hesitated only for a moment, then rushed back inside.
	Harriet gave him a concerned look. "Neil, you can't... just
bury your feelings toward her! Nobody is going to be happy then!"
	"And who's happy NOW? I'll give her what she wants and take
what she'll give me." Without another word he turned and headed back
to his cabin.
	Thirty seven minutes later, Neil was sitting in one of the
hardbacked chairs waiting impatiently for Mae to arrive. He'd been
very careful in his timekeeping, and made a mental note.
	Mae rushed in without knocking and hesitated at the doorway.
"I'm sorry.. I couldn't find my"
	"Strip." Neil said firmly.
	Mae blinked and straightened. "What? Neil.. I"
	Neil stood slowly and walked to her with his face stern and his
back straight. "We're starting a new phase of our relationship." he
said stiffly. "Over the last few days, I'm afraid I've been very
foolish, misunderstanding certain things and placing an emphasis on
certain aspects of our relationship rather than others."
	As he stepped, moving onto the next carefully selected phrase
Mae made a sound as if to interrupt. "SILENCE" he said suddenly. Mae
stood rod-straight.
	Neil took another step and paused for effect. "I have failed,
and made corrections to prevent further failure. Your failures are
forgiven, as of right now. Further disobedience, however, will not be
tolerated. Am I clear?"
	Mae looked at him in shock, searching for some sign of humor,
some trace of softness on the new, harsh edge Neil projected. She
made some sound of confusion and Neil frowned.
	"You wish to end our relationship?" he asked.
	Mae shook her head suddenly. Her breathing was increasing and
her pulse was clearly faster.
	"Good. Now, I gave a simple set of orders. From now on, failure
to follow my orders will not be tolerated. I will be sure, very sure,
to keep them simple, direct and easy for you to understand. Am I
clear?"
	Mae nodded mutely.
	"You will speak when spoken to. You will act as I expect you to
act. You will be available to me whenever I demand it. I, in turn,
will honor my promise not to physically hurt you and I will not get
you fired from this job. You will find ample pleasure in my orders
and, should I choose to allow it, you will come repeatedly as I fuck
you. Is that all clear?"
	Mae's head bobbed rapidly. There was a slow line of red rising
past her cheeks and down her forehead. Her hands clasped and
unclasped slowly, without thought. She stared at the floor mutely.
	"You will answer".
	"Yes... its clear"
	"Yes... what?"
	"Yes... maser."
	"Good. Now what were my orders?"
	"Strip... master"
	Neil waited. When Mae turned to close the door he stopped her.
"I did not order you to do anything else."
	Mae's eyes snapped wide in shock and she paused, trying to
answer. When Neil raised an eyebrow in warning she swallowed and
turned back to her original position. Very slowly she reached down
and started to pull her shirt over her head When she had it just over
her face, Neil quietly closed the door carefully letting the latch
slide silently into place. He then moved across the room and stood
next to the wooden chair again.
	Mae finished undressing very quickly, pleading with her eyes.
Her entire face was bright red and when she could not stand it any
longer she broke. "Please.. .Neil.. master... please let me close the
door."
	Neil raised one eyebrow and frowned. "I've already closed the
door. I promised you that I would not allow you to be fired. You seem
to have very little faith in my promises."
	Mae had to stop herself from looking, but the relief on her
face was instant. She stood, nude and gasping in his doorway, looking
at him for some kind of response.
	"Come over here and get on to your knees" he ordered. The
sexual power he felt was unbelievable, but it failed to completely
cover the pain underneath. He wanted so badly to hold her, to sleep
behind her, to see the love that she refused to express. Instead, he
felt waves of lust and longing pouring out of her. She was soaked, he
knew. She yearned for sexual release and each command, each order
turned her thermostat up a tiny notch.
	Mae moved quickly to stand in front of him, then dropped to her
knees. She started to reach for him but he grunted and she froze.
	"Hands and knees" he ordered, remaining standing. She moved
onto her hands and knees and he stepped past her, looking back as her
ass and pussy opened before him. It was incredible. She instinctively
dropped onto her elbows so that her ass would open further,
displaying her innermost openings fully to him. Neil grinned in
anticipation. "Very nice" he said.
	Mae shuddered. "Th... thank..you master" she whispered
hoarsely.
	"Does it excite you? Does it make you wet to have me watch you
displayed like that? Your pussy and ass open to me, available for
me?"
	Mae nearly vibrated on the floor. She was making deep humming
sounds and trying unsuccessfully not to shift. Her hands twitched and
moved back an inch, only to stop and return. "Yes... yes master" she
whispered so quietly that Neil almost couldn't hear her.
	"Well, then I will remember this pose." he said simply.
"Whenever I ask for you to display yourself, I think this is how you
will do it. Isn't that a good idea?"
	Mae shook her head, which had come to rest on the floor.
	Neil smiled, but felt a little sad as well. It was what she
wanted, he reminded himself, and staring at her wet and aroused
vagina, it was very hard to debate.
	"You may play with yourself. But do not come" he said. Mae
reacted quickly, moving her hands back and working them into her
pussy. For several minutes Neil watched, talking to her about the
arena events the day before, his time in the parking lot, anything he
could think of to delay the time.
	"Mmm..mmaster... " she grunted suddenly. "Neeeeeill.."
	"Yes?" he asked, watching her. She was humping her hands and
her fingers had stopped.
	"So... close... oh.. god.. please..."
	"Ah, yes. You've been a very good slave so far."
	Mae groaned, holding her hands together on the floor to keep
from touching herself. Her hips bucked slowly up and down.
	Neil stood and took off his clothes, then kneeled down next to
her face.
	Without asking she rose up and took him into her mouth. Her
groans abated slightly and she took to sucking and licking with
abandon. Neil suspected she was trying to lessen her edge and he
decided to take the opportunity. "I think I'm going to like this new
arrangement" he said, allowing her to do the all the work of sucking
him.
	She groaned something that might have been agreement.
	Neil ignored her response and pulled out, but did not move
away. Mae stayed still on her hands and knees, her face a few inches
from his wet and red cock. Neil grasped it and slid it down her
cheek, moving away as she tried to take him back in her mouth. "Ah,
my pet... so ready".
	Mae nodded and tried to move forward, whimpering when he pulled
away.
	Without a word Neil moved behind her and pressed down on her
back gently until she lay her face and upper chest on the floor. Once
again her ass and pussy were obscenely displayed for him, open for his
inspection or use. Neil gazed for a moment, savoring the view and made
an approving sound. He moved into position and slid his cock head down
her wet slit, lubricating it. She moaned and he smiled, enjoying the
anticipation and her response. Mae tried to move back, but Neil
blocked her with his hip, then brought his hand down onto her buttock
with a mild smack. "None of that." he said with a bit of a growl.
	Mae moaned even louder.
	Neil paused, making sure he had not misread her. He hadn't
considered that discipline might be a furtherance of his hold on her
and toyed with the idea. "I think, slave, that we should discuss your
performance before continuing."
	Mae made sounds of begging, wiggling her hips for effect.
	"Ah, now I do enjoy that. I will tolerate your attempts to
pleasure me, but your disobedience of late... although forgiven, will
not be tolerated in the future." Neil punctuated this with a slightly
sharper smack on the side of her buttocks.
	Mae moaned and arched up and down, causing her vagina to come
in and out of Neil's view. He grinned and held her still, then slid
his cock up her ass cleft, then down her slit for more lubrication.
When he felt ready, he held her ass firmly and slid inside as slowly
as he could. "You may play with yourself while I fuck you" he said in
a generous tone.
	Mae moved again to fondle herself, rubbing her sopping clit and
moaning in pleasure.
	Neil moved gently, enjoying, feeling each inch of her. It was
bliss and he resisted the urge to move quickly despite the urging of
his mind. He knew the danger there, and fought it with long,
persistently slow motions.
	Mae moved closer and closer to orgasm, and Neil realized she
was not paying much attention.
	"Are you going to come without my permission slave?" he asked
firmly.
	Mae shuddered and dropped her hands, nearly crying in agony at
the loss. Her hands rapped against the floor, spasming and clenching.

	"I'm going to fuck your mouth and come on your face." he said
suddenly, you can come then.
	Mae shivered and spasmed.
	It was a clear precursor to an orgasm and Neil realized he
would have to move quickly. He wanted to make sure she was as
obedient as possible today. Without a word he moved back to her head
and found her spinning to meat him. As soon as her mouth engulfed his
cock she started to build, racing toward an orgasm that Neil was
certain he couldn't beat.
	Mae, however, seemed to clutch on the very tip of release,
squeezing her eyes and attacking his manhood lie a woman possessed.
She was ravenous, flying up and down the shaft with her mouth,
pulling him in to the base and fondling his balls. When it became
clear she wasn't going to make it, she pulled his cock out of her
mouth, opened it wide and jerked rapidly, her face screwed into
bliss, desperation and lust. "Pleeeease come on meeeeee pleeease...
oh go Neiiilll" she wailed.
	Seeing her face, the sheer adulation, fear, hope and sexual
excitement splayed across her features while she begged him to cover
her with semen overwhelmed Neil. He wavered on the brink of
abandoning his tough love approach until she started to orgasm. The
look of defeat on her face was amazing. It pushed him to orgasm so
fast that he nearly choked. He had to hold his breath to stop the
scream in his mouth. With his last conscious thought he looked down
at a face of rapture as Mae realized he was coming, ejaculating shots
of come into her mouth and across her cheek. Seeing this sent Neil to
a whole new level of rapture and he nearly fell over from the shock.
He finally managed to mentally recover and the sound of Mae's fading
orgasm finally overcame the rushing in his ears.
	Mae was meek and obedient afterwards, coming as close as she
could stand to him at one moment, demurely standing aside the next.
Neil fought the desire to kiss her, to hold her, to caress her and
was warm but distant to her. He finally sent her off to breakfast and
made his way to the shower.
	Harriet was waiting for him when he returned, a look of concern
on her face. "Do you know what you're doing with all this Neil?"
	Neil mustered up his bravado and nearly broke into tears.
"No..." he said in an exhausted voice.
	Harriet sighed and came to sit with him, offering him a
friendly shoulder.
	He waved her off after a small hug. "I wish I did, Harriet... I
swear. I've never been so... cold to someone."
	"And she was?"
	"Hot. Fucking-A sexpot wet as a swimming pool HOT"
	Harriet burst into a short, frustrated laugh. "Shit. Shit shit
shit."
	"I don't know what I'm doing, Harriet. Not a goddamn clue. I
can do no wrong in the sack, but when it comes to her head, I suck."
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	After lunch the counselors piled into the Cave for assignments.
As he expected, Neil was assigned a western and trail class. They
would do a little dressage later in the week, but most of his time
would be focused on getting their ranch riding skills and trail
skills up. He also got a beginner's class, and Neil shifted through
their riding scores briefly, noting a lot of 1's and 2's.
	In the school, riders were ranked from 1 to 6 in a number of
skill areas. The counselors were also ranked and then certified at
specific skills so they could work with the riders to get their
scores higher. Teachers were rare for the top level, and cost a lot
to bring in. Mom prided herself with a nearly complete list of
tip-tip certifications on her wall, a fact that found its way into
every advertising flier that went out. Neil held three intermediate
certifications, which made him a good instructor for a beginner
class. He considered getting a dressage/English cert, but with his
emphasis on Western and trail, it wouldn't do much for him.
	Neil compared schedules with everyone and found very little
overlap. There was only one double day, but he had almost no free
periods over the week. He almost bitched, but noted that every other
schedule seemed to match his fairly closely for workload and counted
his blessings. In fact he managed to get close enough to Mom to grin
at her, earning him a big, tired smile in return.
	Neil headed back to the cabins to stretch and Mae dropped into
step behind him. He could feel some anticipation or apprehension from
her, and paused at his cabin door.
	"Did you want something, Mae?"
	Mae shook her head. "I wanted to see if you needed anything."
she said simply.
	Neil smiled. He nearly hugged her, but paused. She seemed to be
anticipating some show of affection and she was reluctant and hesitant
in his presence. Instead, he patted her face and sent her off so he
could think.
	Sitting on his bed he considered his options. If he showed her
any real affection, she would see it as a hidden, underlying layer of
"not my boyfriend" again. Neil filed that under bad ideas and turned
the puzzle of Mae in his head a few times. If he continued to show
only the master side, she would certainly respond, but she wanted the
boyfriend, no matter how much she refused it. It was maddening, and
Neil couldn't find a way to work through it.
	To take his mind off things he tracked down Dave and Ruth,
which proved to be pretty easy since they were in Dave's room. Dave
had a small, portable TV and they were watching some awful slasher
movie on DVD, cheering on the monster.
	Ruth pounced on him at the door, dragging him to the bed. "So,
what's the news from you-fucking-me, South Carolina?"
	Dave grinned and threw a pillow at them. "Oh, just ignore me.
I'm not even here."
	"You got yours, love", Ruth replied, tossing the pillow back.
	Dave couldn't find an argument for that, and went back to the
movie.
	"I... Mae and I are in a weird place, one that might be
advantageous to your position." Neil said.
	"And what position would that be?" she asked. She jumped onto
the bed, landing on her hands and knees. "THIS one?" she asked,
wiggling her ass. "Or... THIS one?" she asked, rolling onto her back
and spreading her legs behind her elbows.
	Neil grinned and watched. "And a few more, probably."
	For the rest of the movie Ruth made obscene suggestions to Neil
in his ear, despite his protests that he'd already had his quota of
sex for the day. She seemed convinced that she could talk him into
more, and Neil was pretty sure she was right. He started to react to
her suggestions and constant contact, so much so that he had to
abandon the cabin.
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	He spent a lazy afternoon cleaning his cabin. While putting his
bed into a corner he had a sudden epiphany and gave his room a good
study. With a nod he headed down to the stable and started carefully
selecting supplies. Lengths of chain and rope were easy items to
locate in a stable, as were the leather straps. He found a large
collection of clasps in a box and spent a long time selecting the
exact ones he needed. The only difficult parts required a bit of
hunting, a little alteration and some very slow and ugly sewing. He
finished the project in a small tool room that he'd known existed but
had never used. By dinner he'd assembled everything in his room and
carefully driven a large screw through the drywall and deep into the
thick logs behind it. Two short ropes with chains looping the head
posts came out over his headboard, stopping just at the top corners
of the mattress. Two long ropes ran from the screw, under his bed and
were chained to the foot posts. When brought over the foot board,
protected by a pair of massive leather straps, they would secure
someone's legs very, very firmly.
	When he finished, he examined his handiwork. The arm cuffs were
padded and tight. The leg cuffs extra secure to each post. The entire
rig could be hidden easily and the clasps were fast and simple to
engage. He did, however pause to make a special modification.
Remembering Harriet's threat several days prior after having a brief
moment of panic testing a cuff, Neil pulled out the clasps and rope
and set to work. He built a simple but subtle flaw into one of the
clasps. It would take a small amount of work, but by attaching a tiny
bit of string to the release bar of the latch, he managed to unlatch
the cuff from inside.
	He admired his work for a long time. Just standing next to the
bed, even with the cuffs and ropes tucked carefully out of sight he
had a powerful erection. At first he wanted to drag someone into his
trap and ravish them, but the anticipation, the knowledge that it
lurked just out of sight, waiting to be put to his carnal uses
stopped him. It would be a surprise, a very big surprise.
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	At dinner, Neil had a long and very interesting conversation
with Harriet and Ruth. While Mae squirmed beside him, they loosely
set up plans for the big orgy. Neil noted Mae's growing discomfort
and finally allowed her to speak.
	"Am... Are you going to... make me.. with. "
	Neil jerked in surprise, then covered it with a low laugh.
"Would you enjoy that, pet? No... I'm keeping you all to myself. I'm
just greedy that way, I suppose."
	Mae nodded quietly and Neil could feel the overwhelming relief
that radiated from her throughout the rest of dinner. By the time
they'd finished, and set up a play date for the following night, Mae
was actually squirming for a very different reason. The discussion of
sex, now that she didn't feel threatened by a surprise orgy, turned
her on. Neil noted the new shifts in voice and the faint scent of sex
she gave off and very directly asked Harriet if she'd be interested in
joining them for dessert at his cabin.
	Mae was clearly excited by the idea, but Harriet paused and
finally got Neil to send Mae ahead to "get ready"
	"Have you figured anything out, or are you just interested in
getting back in my pants?"
	"I'm not interested in getting in your pants" Neil joked. When
Harriet actually looked hurt he continued innocently "but I might be
interested in getting into your mouth, or your hot pussy, or..."
	Harriet growled and elbowed him. "Dammit... I'm serious."
	Neil made a dispirited gesture. "What do you want me to do? I'm
flying a little blind here."
	Harriet nodded, then stopped. "Neil, I'm worried you'll hurt
her." When Neil gave her a shocked look, she grabbed him by the
shoulder. "Listen. I know you don't want to hurt her, I know. But
you... shit Neil. You're pushing her. HARD. And when she runs out of
rope? Then what?"
	Neil paused. Harriet was right, but maybe not in the way she
thought. He started forming a plan, a loose and indistinct plan, but
one he saw a glimmer of hope behind.
	"Are you fucking listening to me, jackass?" Harriet growled.
	Neil smiled, then leaned in and kissed her. Her shocked look
was priceless, and he burst into laughter. "Come on. I guess I'm not
flying completely blind."
	Harriet tried to pry it out of him, but he was firm. He needed
to pick this knot apart in his head first, to see how it fell out. On
the one hand, it might bring Mae to him. On the other, she might be
lost to him forever.
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	When Harriet and Neil arrived at his cabin they found Mae
ready, quite ready in fact. She had disrobed entirely and was
standing in her newly adopted stance, head slightly down, arms behind
her back and back straight. Neil had to pause and admire her. She was
beautiful, pale and lithe with her red hair framing her face. Harriet
stopped beside him.
	"Jeez.. " she whispered softly. "You've got her jumping, don't
you."
	Neil nodded and started to circle the room, walking beside Mae
and looking back at Harriet. "What do you think of the new Mae?" he
asked, idly drawing a finger across her back and shoulders.
	Mae shivered and smiled slightly.
	Harriet's mouth formed a slight frown on one side, she seemed
pensive and hesitant, something Neil had never encountered in her.
"I'm... not sure.."
	"Ah, come now Harriet? Don't you want her?"
	"Well, I mean"
	"You can do anything you like. Use her in any way that pleases
you."
	Harriet's eyes widened and she muttered something, then gave
Mae another inspection from top to bottom.
	Mae was starting to glisten with sweat. She was clearly aroused
by their conversation, being referred to as if she were deaf, examined
and displayed.
	Neil completed his circuit around Mae, running his hand down
her arm. She remained still, but goosebumps followed his touch. "See
how ready she is, Harriet? Maybe you're not ready, though. Tell her
to lick you. Tell her to suck you nipples. Anything you want."
	Harriet paused and tilted her head considering.
	"Or is there some dark fantasy you've harbored? Some lust
you've locked away, fearing to even mention. Perhaps I can make it
happen." Neil continued to run his hands along Mae's back, turning
and walking behind her again to her other side. She responded quietly
as his fingers traced the tops of her buttocks, then slid up her side
and over her shoulder.
	Harriet had started to chew on a lip and looked unsure. At the
same time she was touching the buttons on her shirt near her naval
without moving to unbutton them. "Well... Mae... uh"
	Neil moved over to Harriet and stood just beside her and leaned
in "Don't ASK, tell her what you want. Tell her exactly what she MUST
do." When Harriet still hesitated, Neil turned to Mae. "Mae. Come
here. It seems Harriet is overwhelmed by opportunity. Undress her.
Maybe that will spark some ideas"
	Mae moved seductively over to Harriet and began to unbutton her
shirt. Neil stayed, standing close to the two and feeling the rapidly
increasing heat between them. He made a few noises of approval or
disapproval, slowing Mae's attempt to strip Harriet quickly or linger
too long on her breasts.
	Harriet turned to him when Mae had finished unbuttoning her
shirt, her face flush. "Oh... god, Neil... have her..."
	"Tut! Tell her. ORDER. her" he said firmly.
	Harriet nodded quickly and turned to Mae, who was leaning in
very close to her chest, moving her hands around Harriet's back and
sliding up to find her bra clasp. "Leave it" she said with some
quiver in her voice. "Take...off my shorts"
	Mae nodded and slid down to her knees, bringing herself eye
level with Harriet's denim shorts. While she worked the snap and
zipper, Harriet turned to Neil and shivered, drawing him in at her
shoulder.
	"Fuck.. that's so hot"
	Neil gave her a knowing look and watched as Mae slid Harriet's
shorts down, exposing her lacy green underwear. Harriet stepped out
and Mae sat, waiting. Harriet paused, thinking and Neil moved to
whisper in her ear "Remember to reward her. Tell her she's done a
good job"
	Harriet nodded silently, squeezing Neil close. "Now Neil, take
his shirt off" Harriet said with a growl.
	Mae moved up to Neil's chest, pulling his shirt up and over his
head. She leaned in against him, rubbing her nipples against his
stomach and chest. Mae then returned to her knees and started to
unzip his shorts.
	Harriet watched in awe, reaching out to touch Mae while she was
undressing Neil. "Yes... wow.." she muttered, taking in the sight.
	Neil glanced over and prompted Harriet to continue, but she was
distracted by Mae's movements against him. "Now take off Harriet's
shirt and bra" he ordered.
	Harriet closed her eyes and shivered while Mae stripped her.
Mae took her time, caressing and teasing her breasts, brushing across
her nipples. Harriet finally opened her eyes and looked at Neil "Ah...
god Neil, I want you in me"
	Neil grinned and shook his head. "We're not undressed yet."
	Harriet moved past Neil and grabbed the waistband of his riding
shorts. "Mae. Take these off. Now. And mine.. take mine off..."
	Mae moved next to them. Harriet was standing directly in front
of Neil, so she had to approach from the side. She reached in and
grabbed Harriet's panties and pulled them down while Harriet wiggled
to get out of them. Neil allowed her to do all the work, only moving
to prevent her from taking him in her mouth.
	Harriet reached down and caressed his cock, humming and sliding
against his shoulder. "I want you to fuck me, but I can't decide what
to do with Mae." she said in a low voice.
	Neil nodded and whispered back "there must be something you'd
like. You mean you have no fantasies?"
	Harriet wavered "Maybe... but"
	"But?"
	Harriet looked down at Mae's head. "Mae... meet me on the bed"
	Harriet lay back on the bed with her legs pulled up. "Eat me."
she ordered quickly.
	Neil lay on the bed next to her with a look of disappointment.
"That's it? You've already..."
	"I'm working on it" Harriet said, moaning as Mae's tongue found
her slit.
	Neil enjoyed the show, letting Harriet fondle him while she
enjoyed Mae's attention. It was erotic, but Neil needed to push Mae.
	"Neil, get your baby oil... "
	Neil blinked and nodded. He slid off the bed and brought the
half-empty bottle over.
	"Mae, get your hand's oiled, but don't stop licking me..."
	Mae complied, lathering her hands with oil.
	"Fuck my ass with your finger" she ordered.
	Mae stopped and Neil was about to order her to comply when she
shivered. He saw that she was sitting on her foot, and was rocking
back and forth on top of her heel, masturbating. She wiped oil over
Harriet's asshole, never pausing in her licking and sucking. She then
slid her knuckle over the puckered hole, then slid one finger slowly
inside.
	Harriet moaned, rocking back and forth as Harriet licked her.
"I've seen...ah... porn stars... do it... and I wanted... ohfuck..."
	Neil nodded, sliding up onto the bed and over Harriet's face.
She opened her mouth and he held still so she could lick and suck his
shaft and balls. He could have moved into a better position to enter
her mouth, but he didn't want to get too excited.
	"More... Mae... more fingers... suck my clit, dammit!"
	Mae complied and Harriet was soon rocking on the bed in
enjoyment.
	"Neil... I want.. I want you to fuck my ass" Harriet said.
	Neil was shocked, he'd seen it in porn and it appealed to him
on some level, but he had oral sex plans with Mae. He glanced down
and had a sudden idea.
	"How about I fuck you while she licks you, then I'll fuck your
ass while she finishes you off?"
	Harriet bucked and moaned. "Oh fuck yeah.."
	Neil moved down and moved Mae over. He offered his cock and she
slathered it with saliva. Neil enjoyed the moment, feeling her
attentive tongue and hand sliding up and down his shaft, then he
moved to Harriet on the edge of the bed and slid up and down her slit
to add more lubricant.
	"On the bed, Mae, lick her while I fuck her"
	Mae jumped onto the bed and lay flat, craning over Harriet's
stomach to reach. It wasn't easy. Neil was sliding forward,
eliminating the space Mae needed to reach. Neil got into a slow
rhythm, pulling Mae down to lick, then sliding forward and moving her
away.
	As Harriet started to build, Neil reached down and got the baby
oil. He pounded Harriet a few times to get her going, then pulled out
and rubbed the oil over his cockhead, dribbling it down the shaft and
letting it drip onto Harriet and run down into her ass crack. Neil
pulled Mae down to pay attention to Harriet's clit and slid down,
finding a good position. The bed was too high for him to really enter
her. Finally he pulled her onto the bed and slid around onto the
blankets, grabbing a towel to reduce the mess the baby oil was
making. With Harriet on her back, Mae on her stomach and him kneeling
he had a good angle.
	Harriet was still moaning and groaning, but Neil didn't have
enough experience to really judge. He was worried how long he'd hold
out during his first anal encounter, but wasn't going to pass up the
opportunity. He ordered Mae to increase her speed, placed his
cockhead against her sphincter and leaned forward gently.
	The oil and Mae's fingers helped, but it was unbelievably
tight. Too tight for pleasure and just barely shy of pain. Neil slid
further and further, judging his speed an pressure by Harriet's moans
and cries. Harriet reached over and pulled Mae on top of her, licking
the girl's pussy ravenously. Neil was shocked when Mae started to
climax. She started to moan into Harriet's slit, spraying saliva and
lubricant down on him. Her face contorted as she tried to continue
licking, but she eventually lost control and curled her head back, up
onto Harriet's stomach. With a series of shakes she finished, then
turned back to her task.
	Neil reached the bottom of his inward thrust and stopped. "Are
you OK Harriet?"
	"Fuck.... so... big... shit..."
	Neil tapped Mae's head and got her to switch positions again so
he could see Harriet's face. She looked a little uncomfortable, but
the lust and ecstasy was clear. With a gentle shift Neil started to
pull back and watched in fascination as Harriet's mouth opened wide,
her eyes clamped shut and she began to pant.
	"God... yes... oh..." she muttered.
	Neil reached the other extreme and slid forward again, staring
in awe as his cock pressed back into her ass. Mae was still working
Harriet's pussy and Neil had to close his eyes to block out the
sensations. Harriet had opened somewhat, and he quickly added more
baby oil to keep her lubricated.
	"Fuck it.. .Neil... fuck my ass... oh god.." she muttered.
	Neil increased his pace slightly and tried to measure Harriet's
reaction. She wasn't in pain, but it was a different kind of pleasure.
The fantasy seemed to be more important than the sensations. He
finally reached a very modest pace, sliding in and out slowly. He was
trying to work out a better position when Harriet came. Her head
slammed back onto the bed, her hands flew up to her mouth and Neil
felt her ass clamp down on him without warning. He barely slid a half
inch further in when the sheer debauchery of it all overwhelmed him.
Harriet finishing, the visual shift, the raunch of living part of a
porno. Neil wondered how the girls in the movies managed, she was so
tight. Whe he felt his own orgasm approach he welcomed it, knowing he
wasn't likely to get any other attention after being in Harriet's
butt. So he rode the first wave in, rising quickly and emptying his
balls into her colon, growling and pounding into her.
=======================
	After a shower, Neil walked Harriet back to her cabin and they
stopped to talk.
	"Thanks.. Neil." she muttered.
	Neil blinked. "Uh...anytime?"
	Harriet laughed and hugged him. "No, the fantasy thing..and the
sex thing. I don't know that its going to replace my normal sexual
interests, but thanks for...taking it easy on me."
	"What's it...I mean, was it good?"
	Harriet grinned "Sort of. The sensation wasn't as good
as...normal sex. You know? Just...different. It was more the
exploration, the fantasy... all that."
	Neil shrugged. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I got to pop
your cherry!"
	She looked confused for a second and broke into laughs. "OK,
sure. You took my anal sex cherry."
	"Now I've had all 3. "Neil boasted.
	"Yeah." She sobered up quickly and looked at him seriously.
"Mae." she said simply.
	Neil scowled. "I'm...working on something."
	"Something?"
	"Yeah. I can't explain yet. Its not...done."
	Harriet rolled her eyes. "Fine. On to Ruth and Dave."
	"Tomorrow night, I guess."
	Harriet cocked her head. "Trading me so easily?"
	Neil smiled "No. A little jealousy, I suppose...you're..."
	Harriet nodded and hugged him from the side. "Yeah, a little
here too. Dave's a good guy, and Ruth wants you so bad she's ruining
underwear"
	Neil laughed and hugged her back. "Good. I'm... curious. Mae's
so"
	"Submissive."
	"and she seems so... aggressive."
	"What about me?"
	"You're not really aggressive, unless I get you hot and
bothered. But its different. You're confident and all, but Ruth is...
more."
	Harriet shrugged. "You don't think it'll.. or you'll work
together?"
	"I think it will, but I wonder how well. Mae's brought
something out of me... I like to take charge, I guess. Maybe with her
it'll be different"
	"Or worse"
	"Or worse"
	"You push, she'll push back... harder maybe. Think you can
handle that?"
	"You make it sound like a tug of war."
	Harriet looked at him knowingly.
	"Yeah, maybe. Maybe that'll make it better."
	She laughed and patted his butt. "Maybe. See you tomorrow."
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	Neil came back to the room and found Mae drying off from the
shower. It was a tense moment. He'd been "on" all day, pushing her,
driving her. Now it was his down time and he knew there'd be a
problem. If he let her into bed with him, he'd be revealing the
boyfriend part, and he still had to work that out. When Mae climbed
into the bed he made a quick decision.
	"Sleep at the end of the bed"
	Her face betrayed sudden shock and hurt. She tried to read him,
and Neil locked himself into a poker face. He refused to look at her
for more than a moment. Refused to give her a chance to read
something that wasn't there, or worse, to read something that was.
With a final sad nod she slid down the bed and curled into a ball.
	Neil got into bed and found a position where he wasn't touching
her. It wasn't easy given the size of the bed, but he managed. Laying
in the dark, he started to puzzle his problem out again. Mae wanted
him to love her and be her sexual master while only returning the
sexual part. The loving part was selective, she refused to open
herself to him, denying him that part of her. Neil had decided to do
the same, deny her any part of his heart, any part that was not
sexual or controlling. The problem was the result. He'd push her to
realize that his actions contained no love. She'd eventually break
and would have to come to a decision. Would she see the lack of love
and demand it, or would she see the lack of love and abandon the sex
as well. Neil struggled to find a path of action that would force her
to make the first choice.
	Listening to her breathe, Neil found another puzzle piece. The
sex was rewarding for her, and that was a problem. She might be
willing to give up the loving, substituting sexual satisfaction, but
what if she lost that as well? What if she got nothing in return? If
Neil pushed her sexually with no payoff, locked her into serving him
for his satisfaction alone, how would she break? Could he do it and
not break?
	He tried to imagine the final confrontation, her finally
breaking out of her slave role and demanding satisfaction from him.
What kind of satisfaction would she want more, the sex or the love?
Neil didn't know, and that bothered him.