Chapter 10

Marie handed the whip to me. As I turned toward the cabinet to put it away, she stopped me, declaring, "I want you to use that, sweetie."

I turned to stare after her in surprise as she went to release Uncle Malcolm. "On me," she added, over her shoulder.

"What?" I asked in amazement.

She was opening the wrist and ankle cuffs without changing the mechanism back into the form of a chair. Without glancing around, she explained, "I want you to sensitize my anus the same way you watched me sensitize Malcolm's."

"You want me to use this whip on your asshole?" I asked incredulously.

Marie glanced around frowning as she opened the last cuff. "Anus, not asshole, sweetie. Don't be vulgar."

I told her, "In Wyoming an asshole's an asshole and the only vulgar people are hypocrites who pretend their choice of words can make the difference between something being refined or vulgar. Don't lecture me or I'll do more than just sensitize your asshole. Dig?"

Marie's brows raised. "My, my, but our little kitten seems to have claws," she murmured. "All right, sweetie... I want you to please sensitize my asshole."

She stretched herself in the place Uncle Malcolm had just vacated, he closed the cuffs upon her that she'd just released him from. As the last one snapped shut on Marie's ankle, he glanced at me, exclaiming, "Go!"

A strange feeling of satisfaction went through me as I raised the whip. I sent the lash whistling down into the open crack of Marie's ass; it brought a low, sighing grunt out of her. I raised the whip and sent it singing down into that unprotected valley of flesh again and again and again. Marie's moans became louder each time the lash fell. Something about whipping her that way was stirring a wild excitement within me. It seemed almost as if I was making love to her. It was weird, but I felt it happening, felt my own blood heating up, felt the slippery sweat of excitement begin flowing in my cunt again. Suddenly I was wondering if that's exactly what Marie had anticipated would happen to me? And if she had, why she'd hoped it would happen?

Moments later I found out. Marie signaled that she'd been sensitized enough. In fact she later claimed that if I'd hit her half-a-dozen times more, she'd have come; gone into orgasm was the way she put it. Anyhow, as she crawled off the rack of bondage, the first thing she said was, "I hope you're as good with your tongue, sweetie, as you were with that whip. I want you to lick my vulva and pull my nipples while Malcolm shoves that hard sugarstick of his as far as he can up my asshole." As she said the last word, she gave me a little smile, wrinkling her nose.

"What do I get to do?" Laura protested, clearly afraid she was going to get left out.

"You'll play the hardest part of all," Marie told her with a quick glance. "You'll be the unselfish Good Samaritan who gives whatever's needed by others and doesn't receive one thing in return. You get behind dear Malcolm and lick his burning anus and scrotum while he pours his candy stick into me. Okay?"

Laura nodded. "Okay."

"Places everybody!" Marie said in a loud voice.

Uncle Malcolm chuckled, murmuring, "Are you giving me the needle, you minx? Trying to sound like you're the big movie director on this stage?"

"How'm I doing?" Marie demanded in a teasing tone as she got down over me on her hands and knees.

"Great!" Uncle Malcolm chuckled, getting down upon his knees in position behind her. He gripped Marie's hips with both hands. Looking up between her legs as I lay on the floor below her cunt, I could see the swollen head of his stiff cock start closing in on her asshole. But she abruptly dropped her tits and belly right down against me, tipping her pelvic area to aim him into her cunt instead of her asshole.

"Stir around in my honeybox for a minute or so, first," she directed quietly, "to get him good and slippery with lubrication before you try fitting him into tighter quarters."

"I'll tell you just one thing," Malcolm told her breathlessly as the head of his cock disappeared into Marie's slippery cunt.

"What's that, lover?" she asked.

"This production you're directing may be an artistic masterpiece," he told her as he shoved the entire shaft of his hard cock into her cunt to its roots. Drawing it out for another inward stroke, he added, "but it'll never get even an X rating on the big screen. It's just too unconventional."

"Who cares?" Marie sniffed derisively. "I'm a true artist. My masterpieces are created for my own personal pleasure, not in the hope of winning fame and filthy lucre. Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

That groan of pleasure was a phony, but it gave me a sudden inspiration. I raised my head, bringing my mouth to Marie's clitoris, as Uncle Malcolm's hard cock stroked in and out of her cunt. Before she realized what I was up to, I sucked her clit into my mouth and began licking it. That brought a genuine, anguished sounding "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" gasping out of her.

Uncle Malcolm warned sharply, "Not yet, you passion pot!" Directly above my face he jerked his cock out of her cunt, obviously thinking he'd done whatever had her sounding like she was on the verge of coming. He raised her upper body with an impatient lift, changing the angle of her ass. He shoved the slippery head of his cock into Marie's asshole while I watched, sucking and licking at her drooling cunt not more than an inch below. Another long, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" came out of Marie as his cock slid into her.

Right behind that a startled-sounding, "Son of a bitch!" came gasping from Uncle Malcolm explosively.

Instantly I heard Laura asking in a frightened voice, "Did I hurt you?"

Then Uncle Malcolm was urgently reassuring, "Lord, no, sweets! Your tongue just felt so good it startled me. It didn't hurt me! I've never had such a sensation!"

I started to giggle and suddenly fingers closed upon one of my nipples, giving it an affectionate tug. Hot lips and a fantastic tongue closed over my feverish cunt and began sucking and licking. Instantly my giggles changed into an anguished moan. The fantastic tangle the four of us were in had excited me far more than I'd realized. Now I suddenly felt like one more lick of Marie's tongue through my steaming cunt would send me into orbit. The surface skin throughout my whole cunt area was still fantastically sensitized from the erotic strokes of that silk lash Marie had whipped my cunt with earlier. My cunt had never been so sensitive, so loaded with sensation.

Marie's hot tongue went licking through my crack again. Just as I'd expected, I started coming! But I fought to keep from blacking out, to keep from drowning in my own raging sea of swirling sensation. I had some giving to deliver in return for the supercharge of pleasure I was getting. Frantically I fought to keep from being overwhelmed by the tidal waves of sensation roaring up through me from my pulsating cunt. Furiously I kept lapping and sucking at Marie's fiery cunt and pulling at the hard nipples of both tits. Suddenly her cunt began to quiver against my lips. Then it was wracked abruptly by powerful spasms as she came too.

It brought a scream out of Marie. But her voice was nearly drowned out by a bass yell of excruciating anguish as Uncle Malcolm hammered his cock in and out of Marie's tight asshole frantically. Talk about simultaneous mutual orgasm! Just a conventional two-way heat can be pretty far out, but this three-way thing we'd touched off was really wild. The excitement within each of us seemed to be replenished faster than it could be discharged through our pulsating genitals, as if it was being doubled and redoubled by our awareness of the ex-- citement of each of the other two.

I'd started coming first, but my orgasm seemed to get more intense as it went along. Finally it got almost painful, like the whole lower part of my belly was being turned wrong-side out. When that hurricane of passion finally ended, all three of us were drenched with sweat. The outline of my back was imprinted upon the rug in sweaty dampness when I finally got enough strength to get up.

Laura exclaimed brightly, "That looked like a pretty wild trip for all you guys!"

Marie glanced at her, then at Uncle Malcolm and me. Finally she declared, "If there's a law that says a Good Samaritan has to always give but never receive, I say it's time we repealed it!"

"Second the motion!" Uncle Malcolm agreed. "I'll suck her nipples."

"And I'll lick her sweet cunt," Marie volunteered. "Trina, you kiss her anus... asshole to you."

An excited shriek came out of Laura. She tried to dodge away and run for it. She wanted to play the coy female, to make a game of it, to make it appear the thing she actually wanted desperately was being forced upon her. But Uncle Malcolm's hand was too fast; he grabbed her before she could get her playful sprint started.

Laura shrieked again. She started struggling, acting like she was desperate to get free. That seemed to surprise Uncle Malcolm. I think Laura might have escaped his grip, but Marie grabbed her too just then. I was right behind Marie.

We took Laura to the floor in a screaming, yelling tangle of wildly thrashing arms and legs. Once we were all on the floor together, Laura's excited screams abruptly turned into strangled gasps. Uncle Malcolm had managed to suck both her rigid nipples into his mouth together. An instant later her gasps turned into an anguished moan. Marie's mouth had closed upon Laura's cunt, which obviously was still as supersensitive as mine was from the whipping. Then I got my tongue into the crack of Laura's ass. The first lick I made up across her quivering asshole drove an anguished-sounding scream up out of her that was no put-on.

Only a split second later all the muscles throughout Laura's entire ass cut loose with pulsating spasms; we had her launched and heading into space. One quavering, continuous scream came out of her as she went. The three of us were overwhelming her with sensation from so many different areas. I began feeling really scared we might be making her actually blow her mind completely.

I didn't know whether I should keep on licking Laura's pulsating asshole or not. She helped me make up my mind; she cut loose with a long series of staccatolike farts. They came whistling from her each time the pulsating muscles around her asshole relaxed momentarily before clamping down frantically tight again. Believe me, I got my face to hell away from her line of fire.

But Marie on the floor under her kept right on lapping away at Laura's quaking cunt like a greedy bear licking honey. And Uncle Malcolm went right on gobbling Laura's tits like he was determined to make all of them disappear into his greedy mouth at once. Laura didn't even seem to miss my tongue on her asshole; she kept right on giving out that moaning scream, coming and farting and coming some more. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her mouth hung open, then clamped shut to grind her teeth. Her whole body was trembling and shaking, kind of like she was in the throes of some kind of fit. She looked to me like she'd really freaked out all the way, like she might be getting out beyond the point of no return.

Before I could do anything, however, Laura suddenly collapsed on top of Marie and Uncle Malcolm, her arms and legs giving away like all her bones and muscles had turned to jelly. Marie jerked her head out from under Laura gasping for breath. She'd been nearly smothered by Laura's cunt being plastered down hard over her face. At the other end, Uncle Malcolm had to come up for air too. But Laura kept right on moaning, her whole body jerking slightly with convulsive little tremors, for at least another minute after they'd quit teasing her cunt and tits. The convulsive tremors finally stopped. She just lay there like a collapsed balloon. Whimpering little moans still came out of her from time to time. I was really scared Laura'd never be the same again.

After another minute or so, she began to struggle and slowly turned herself over on her back. At first her face was just a blank. Then she got her eyes focused and looked up at us. Relief flooded through me when her blank expression changed into a big, blissful smile. She murmured, "What's next, fearless leader?"