Chapter 7
AT FIRST IT LOOKED like Kathy was going to be successful if her objective was to put down the bondage experience. Marie sent the silken whiplash singing down across Kathy's naked tits time after time without Kathy appearing to feel a thing.
But as the silken thongs kept falling, I noticed a crimson glow beginning to spread through that velvety soft skin covering her luscious young tits. About the time that crimson glow began spreading, the skin of the areola around each pink nipple began puckering, signaling rising sexual excitement. Then the nipples grew rigid, standing smartly at attention.
I glanced at Kathy's face. Her eyes were closed and her head was rolling slowly back and forth.
Her face was tense and drawn with strain and her breath was coming in short gasps. Her determined grasp on her cool was slipping badly.
I glanced at Joanna. Having just been through the experience, she was empathizing with Kathy; she seemed almost as breathless and her face almost as flushed and drawn with the strain of her excitement.
The sight of both of them so sexually aroused made my aching cock seem to swell and stretch further with determination to punch its way through the material of my pants. It started hurting too bad to ignore. I had to stick a hand down inside the waist of my pants and shorts, grab my aching cock, untangle the head of it from the snarl it had gotten itself into in the material of my shorts, and pull it up parallel with my lower belly, thus ending its struggle to punch its way out of my pants.
When I glanced up from doing that, Joanna was watching me, her young eyes strangely bright. She murmured, "Me too."
Surprised, I asked sharply, "What?"
She said, "Just watching, knowing what Kathy's feeling, has my tits as gorged with superheated blood as your cock is. My nipples are tingling like they were charged with electricity. Won't you please suck them for me? Please?"
I have no memory of consciously thinking about her urgent request, of making any conscious decision what I should do. That quick I had flopped upon the floor upon my back. And equally quickly, Joanna was astride me, her sweet young tits pressed against my mouth. Her mini skirt was up around her waist and she hadn't put her panties back on, so her ass was bare. She began grinding her drooling, naked cunt against the hardness of my cock trapped inside my pants, dry fucking me, which didn't violate Marie's ban against my penetrating either of my sex students while we were in her house.
I gathered Joanna's luscious young tits between both hands and sucked in her pink nipples like they were sugar. That's all it took. Joanna screamed and started coming, struggling over me desperately as she ground her pulsating cunt against the front of my pants, coating the material with a glistening coat of her slippery cunt-juices.
Then I heard Marie's teasing voice chiding, "Hey, you dirty old man, you're missing out on the really fantastic sight. This one's coming too, and I haven't even touched her cunt with the lash yet. Just her tits triggered her. She's a masterpiece of exquisite feminine passion, the like of which I've seldom seen."
But I was too busy gobbling away at the sweetness of Joanna's tits just then to see what Kathy was doing. Lord, how that sweet Joanna was coming. How my achingly stiff cock, trapped under the material of my pants, yearned to be in that furiously pulsating cunt of hers. Talk about exquisite torment! To be so near the sweetness of that fiery young cunt, yet to be denied its actual burning caresses as Joanna bucked and screamed over me was fantastically exciting. Many times I'd felt less excited while actually fucking a woman whose response was less complete than Joanna's. I'd have come right in my pants like a greenhorn kid on his first hot date if I hadn't yanked my mind away from the fantastic excitement of the present and turned it to other things, exercising control exactly as if I has actually been fucking Joanna. I hadn't come that close to coming without being inside a lovingly caressing, pulsating cunt since I'd been a teenager just beginning to explore the mysteries of sex. I was amazed at finding myself so close to going out of control.
Joanna seemed to keep coming endlessly. I finally began feeling a little concerned. So reluctantly I pulled my mouth away from the sweetness of her young tits. Even without that stimulation, she kept on coming several more minutes from the friction of her cunt against the front of my trousers as she continued riding me wildly.
I rolled her off, easing her down upon her back upon the floor, and let her lay there gasping for breath while I got up.
I found Marie still flicking the silken lash back and forth from Kathy's tits to her pulsating cunt; she was still coming. Marie flashed me a wry smile when she saw I'd rejoined her. She murmured, "You ought to suck this one's tits. I'll bet you'd see something really sensational. She really turns on, and I don't mean maybe!"
I told her, "I've already bitterly regretted the promise you made me give you. Anything more erotic than I've already experienced might-"
Marie interrupted, reminding, "You aren't going to spend all the rest of your life here, darling Dore ... Or even all the rest of this night. You'll get your chance at this talented jail bait, if that's what you want."
Just the thought made the excitement in my aching cock and lower belly roar to a new high of intensity. I fought to hide it; after all, I didn't want to let anything show that might stir Marie's jealousy. When I was certain my voice wouldn't betray me by trembling, I shrugged and exclaimed. "Yeh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
But my sweet friend Marie scoffed, "Don't give me any of that 'Yeh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!' shit, lover! You can hardly breathe, you're so charged with excitement about the idea of getting into these two inexperienced pussies. Don't try playing games with me. This is a game I know as well or maybe even better than you do. Remember?"
I chuckled, again shrugging as I again exclaimed, "Yeh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
Marie had stopped swinging the silken whip as she talked. We both were startled by the sudden sound of Kathy's weary voice demanding, "Get me off this damned torture rack, now! It's dear Dore's turn."
We both glanced at her in surprise. I soothed, "But I've been initiated-"
Kathy interrupted, "But that's not what Marie said."
Quietly Marie asked, "What did I say, darling?"
Kathy declared, "You said everyone who enters this room submits to the delights of bondage before they leave! That includes you and friend Dore, not just Joanna and me."
Marie protested, "But you don't know how-"
Again Kathy interrupted, "We're here to learn!"
I backed her, declaring, "Fair is fair, Marie."
Triumphantly Kathy crowed, "You see? Dore's just been waiting for an excuse!"
Marie chuckled wryly, "That'll be the day, when darling Dore needs an excuse before he does something he wants to."
I chuckled and told them, "That's not quite an accurate picture. I'll wager you can't find many humans uninhibited enough to just do whatever they feel like at all times unless they're able to find some way to justify doing it. In other words, an excuse that's acceptable to them. And I'm afraid I'm no exception."
Wryly Marie said, "Then you've developed a greater talent for dreaming up excuses than most."
I protested, "How can you say such a thing?"
"Only because it's the truth," Marie said flatly.
"But remember how I was," I reminded her, "the first time I visited you."
"How were you?" Kathy demanded instantly.
I chuckled and confessed, "I'd have died at the thought of exposing my naked body to the view of three other human beings, much less three lovelies like you three here.
"You're kidding!" Kathy exclaimed in amazement.
I shook my head. "Just ask Marie."
Marie nodded, looking thoughtful as she admitted, "He was pretty hung up ... That seems so long ago I'd almost forgotten about it."
I said quickly, "So if I've changed so much, just who do you think was almost entirely responsible for it?"
Marie gave me a glance with a quiet smile, getting exactly what I was driving at. She murmured, "Don't expect me to apologize. If I'm the one responsible, I'm proud of being able to claim such an accomplishment."
"But why on earth were you so hung up?" Kathy put in insistently. "You're more handsome than most men."
"Thank you," I told her. "The fact is, in clothing, I felt absolute self-confidence. But naked, I felt deformed."
"You're kidding!" another voice exclaimed, another station heard from. I glanced around and found Joanna now sitting up on the floor where I'd left her recuperating. She continued, "What ever gave you such a crazy idea as that?"
I stripped off my clothes quickly. A moment later I stood naked before Marie and the two girls. My cock stood out before my belly at rigid attention, but it was in no way heroic in its proportions. I told them, "There's the culprit. I thought I was a hopeless weakling in the one department where I'd always heard that size was most important so far as being able to please a woman was concerned."
Marie laughed and murmured, "I've never understood it, but all men seem to have been brainwashed with that same idea. Even those with bigger than average cocks always think they'd be a better man if only their cock had been just a little bigger. Size is all most men seem to think is really important."
"What is most important?" Kathy asked quietly, suspecting the answer to be indescribable.
"The size of what a man has in his head, not in the crotch of his pants," Marie declared instantly.
"A man's mental attitude about sex and about women and about life in general. That's what's really important. If his attitude's right, I don't care how small his cock is, he can learn to become the kind of master lover who can make women throw rocks at horse-cocked stupes who think their big cock automatically makes them a great lover."
"Are men with big ones always that way?" Joanna asked intently.
"There are exceptions to every rule, like they've taught you in school," Marie responded. "But you can almost depend on it as a rule-of-thumb that a man with a horse-sized cock owns a rabbit-sized brain when it comes to how much he knows about being a real lover ... and about the sexual control every man has to develop in order to ever become a real lover."
"But is a big one an asset," Kathy asked, "if the man who owns it has the right attitudes and has learned-"
Marie interrupted, declaring, "Not really! Even if he's one of the rare exceptions who really knows what he's doing, a man whose cock is very much over-sized stretches the average woman's cunt too much for her to really get much pleasure. The only kind of woman who can enjoy feeling like she may be split wide open just any instant by the horse-cock in her is a sick-in-the-head jane who's gotten wires crossed in her head so that pain and pleasure have for her become one."
"Hurting a woman is one worry I've never had," I chuckled.
Marie's hand closed suddenly around my cock in a loving grip as she exclaimed, "That's because you have a sweet joystick to give a girl a real treat with, not a damned billy club, to batter her into submission with."
Keeping her grip on my cock, she led me to the chair. She released Kathy and put me in her place, belly down. She flipped switches that caused my legs to be spread and my ass to be hoisted.
Meantime, she'd selected another whip featuring a velvet lash. As the upward movement of my ass stopped, she brought that lash zinging down into the crack of my ass. The velvet went whisking across my exposed ass-hole and on downward across my balls and the sensitive underside of my hard cock. As she rained down stroke after stroke of that velvet lash, I felt my cock swelling and lengthening until it ached.
I felt that inner pressure mounting steadily toward the point where my cock's eruption was inevitable. I tried desperately to turn my mind away from the sensations, but that lash whisking across my ass-hole seemed able to jerk my attention back instantly every time. Having one's anus open to such attack by another makes one feel more completely vulnerable than anything else I know of; I found it absolutely impossible to ignore.
But suddenly Marie's attack stopped short and I heard her murmur rather breathlessly, "You don't want to just waste all that hot charge, do you? Wouldn't you rather fit that joystick of yours into my tight cunt and let me enjoy a trip to heaven and indescribable sensual pleasure?"
I told her, "Just turn me loose, and I'm all yours."
"But hadn't he ought to finish up in bondage, like Jo and I did?" Kathy protested.
"You think he won't be in bondage once my cunt gets a grip on that joystick of his?" Marie demanded. "If a woman's half smart even, if she knows anything at all about what she's doing, she's got a man in bondage even when her cunt isn't cinched down around his cock. Haven't you ever heard anyone talking about a man being pussy-whipped? That's the ultimate joy in bondage."
"But that's still not the way you made us-"
Marie interrupted again, explaining, "But men are so limited, compared to us woman. Don't you see? We can come and come again and again, maybe a dozen times without letup. But once you start a man's cock erupting, he's finished for at least fifteen minutes. So you try to get the most pleasure possible out of each male eruption because they just can't trigger off again right away like we girls can."
"Then we at least get to watch," Kathy persisted.
Marie chuckled as she handed her the whip, then started unfastening the restraints binding me as she promised, "You'll get even better than that, honey. Even better than that."