Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 14:07:40 -0800
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: My Seventeenth Summer, Part 30

Madeleine stood over Tina again now, reaching down with the riding crop to
tease her toes and tickle the bottoms of her feet. She ran it slowly up
each of Tina's legs and slapped it gently against her inner thighs. They
looked sooo good, those sweetly soft thighs; I wanted desperately to nibble
on them. But all I could do was watch as Tina got wetter by the second, her
pussy lips puffing up and opening of their own accord. Madeleine dragged
the riding crop once across Tina's slit, drawing from her an enchanting
little moan.

Walking back over to me, Madeleine knelt by my side, and cut off my tights
by making incisions down the length of either side. Given that my feet
weren't bound, she could just as easily have simply pulled them off, but
she seemed to be caught up in the theater of the moment. Next she sliced
the waistband of my panties on either side and they fluttered to the
ground.

Now that I was nude, Madeleine stood up and started in on me with the
riding crop, alternating caresses of my thighs and ass with stinging little
slaps. The flow of my juices accelerated,  my pussy throbbing with heat and
aching to be touched. But no; now Madeleine was back to torturing Tina,
running the pointy toe of her shoe up Tina's thigh, sliding the tip of it
into Tina's gaping cunt as the riding crop danced on her nipples.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling that I couldn't bear it any longer.
Then I felt Madeleine behind me, sweeping my hair aside and pushing her
tongue into my ear. She ran her hands up my stomach and briefly cupped my
tits, which thrilled to the touch. I heard a clink behind me as she worked
the cinch, letting out a little of the chain that held my hands. Madeleine
gripped my shoulders and guided me to the floor so that I was on my knees
with my face pressed against the floor. The riding crop stung my ass, then
snaked between my legs where it ever so slightly made contact with my
impatient pussy. A jolt of ecstasy flashed through me and I wanted more,
but Madeleine had returned to Tina.

From where I was now, I was looking straight on into Tina's crotch from
about ten feet away. So I had an excellent view as Madeleine leaned over
her and penetrated her with the handle of the riding crop, causing her back
to arch and her butt to lift up off the ground. Then she withdrew it and
slid it into Tina's mouth, giving her a taste of her own wetness.

This was killing me. I'd been horny when I walked into the house to begin
with; felt it grow over dinner, and that much more during dessert; then
there'd been the whole thing with Hannah, and this long tease from
Madeleine as she deliberately whipped Tina and I up into a frenzy. I was
desperate for some release from my longing, to grip somebody's head between
my legs, to bury my face in Tina's folds.

But Madeleine had plans of her own. Bit by bit -- maybe a foot at a time
-- she let out my chain so that I could crawl closer to Tina. In between,
she would look me straight in the eye as she sucked Tina's nipples; or
fingered her and licked the fingers clean; or spread Tina's lips so that
her pussy beckoned me, spoke to me, begged for my attention.

I was well aware that all this was being staged for Hannah's benefit, but
I didn't care about that anymore; I wanted some satisfaction. When
Madeleine had finally let out the chain enough that Tina's sex was just out
of my reach, I strained forward with all my strength, hoping to finally
feel the taste I was dying for on my tongue. I felt Madeleine behind me;
her leg pushed up between my legs and I ground against it gratefully. Then
the chain slackened more and I dove forward into Tina's cunt, feeling her
slickness against my face as I tongue-fucked her for all I was worth,
forgetting Hannah, forgetting Madeleine, forgetting everything except my
raw lust.

The chain slackened more and I was able to work my body around so that I
could climb up on top of Tina in 69 position. Everything seemed to slow
down and go quiet as we ate each other. The air felt hot and syrupy, our
soft slurping and moaning sounds seemed to echo in the silence. Madeleine
circled around us, periodically stroking one pussy or the other with the
riding crop. Then she uncuffed my hands and I eagerly grabbed Tina's ass,
pulling her pussy tight against my mouth. She shuddered under me as she
came, then I felt Madeleine take me by the wrist and pull my hand away. She
cuffed my wrists to Tina's ankles and vice versa, so that we were locked in
that position. That was fine with me. I lost myself in the pleasure I was
giving Tina and she was giving me. We kept at it for I don't know how long,
until finally we had massive, simultaneous orgasms and lay for a while in a
panting heap.

Waves of bliss were washing over me and I forgot where I was until I heard
Madeleine's voice. "You really enjoyed the show, didn't you?" When I looked
up, she was standing over Hannah, who was gazing up at her with a bug-eyed
look of fear, desire, or some combination thereof. All my earlier anxieties
came flooding back. What would happen now that Hannah had seen me having
sex with her stepdaughter? If Madeleine was wrong about her, there would be
hell to pay: my parents would know everything; Madeleine might go to jail;
and our kinky acts would be known all over town. This was the moment of
truth.

Madeleine looked over at me; her eyes were alive with that beautiful
cruelty that I found so sexy. "Morgan, you know what I think? I think she's
been able to do a lot of watching without contributing anything. I don't
really think that's fair. I think she should be made to eat some pussy,
don't you?"

I didn't answer; it was a rhetorical question. Madeleine unbuttoned and
opened her jacket, revealing her naked breasts swinging free beneath it.
She pulled off her shoes and pants; she wasn't wearing underwear, so she
was naked from the waist down now except for black socks. She straddled
Hannah's head so that her pussy was just inches from Hannah's face. Then
she yanked off Hannah's gag.

I clenched my teeth, prepared for Hannah to start screaming for help.
Instead, she extended her tongue and lifted her head so that she could
reach Madeleine's cunt, which I could see was sopping wet; she had, after
all, been waiting and watching all this time. Hannah began to lick
Madeleine with passionate intensity, and soon all I saw was Hannah's chin
pressed against Madeleine's black bush. It was one of the sexiest things
I'd ever seen.

Madeleine leaned back and opened her legs, affording me a better view.
This caused her to move a few inches away from Hannah, whose whole body
tensed as she struggled against her bonds to get her mouth back on
Madeleine's pussy. She was clumsy but eager and in a few minutes had
Madeleine, who was incredibly aroused, shaking and groaning as she came.

Madeleine stood up. She was smiling triumphantly as she uncuffed me from
Tina -- whose hands were still tied above her head -- and helped me up. She
pulled off Tina's blindfold. Tina looked around, saw the two of us standing
there naked, Hannah still in her dress tied there on the floor, and turned
beet red. As strange as this was for me, it must have been even weirder for
her. But that only made the whole thing that much hotter.

I looked over at Hannah. Her face was wet with Madeleine's juices, her
eyes burning with the hunger that she had been hiding for so long.
Madeleine whispered in my ear, "Your turn," and led me by the hand over to
Hannah. With one eye on Tina and one on Hannah, who looked so gorgeously
abject in this submissive position, I put one leg on either side of her and
slowly lowered my pussy down to her waiting mouth. She licked at my thighs
and ass and then thrust her tongue deep inside me; Madeleine, kneeling
beside me, sucked one of my tits into her mouth. With that kind of
attention, and with my clit already sensitive, it didn't take long for me
to erupt into paroxysms of rapture.

Tina was last. We untied her, lifted her to her feet, and Madeleine and I
each took one arm. We brought her to Hannah. A look fraught with
complicated emotions passed between them; then Tina stepped forward and
tentatively, her knees shaking, sank down until her stepmother's head was
between her legs. Hannah attacked her ravenously. I leaned down to kiss
Tina on the navel and to get a better look. I never imagined I'd be able to
watch from inches away as Hannah lapped at her stepdaughter's dripping
cunt...but it was happening.

Tina put an arm around me to support her weight. She used her other hand
to pull Hannah's head tight against her, then said something that shocked
me. "Lick me, you bitch," she growled, not sounding like herself at all.
Then I felt her fingernails dig into my back as she came.

Tina wobbled in my arms and her legs seemed to give out beneath her, so I
eased her down onto the floor next to Hannah, who was looking up with a
dazed expression. I felt like I wanted to comfort her, so I kissed her on
the mouth, tasting all the various flavors of pussy on her lips. Madeleine,
meanwhile, had the knife in her hand and made short work of Hannah's dress,
then her bra and panties.

Hannah spread her legs wide; her pussy was puckered, fringed with dark
blond hair, and absolutely beautiful. As one, Madeleine, Tina, and I were
drawn to it: I was laying across Hannah, Madeleine was poised between her
legs, and Tina was approaching from the side. Like three kittens around a
bowl of milk, we jostled for position as we each tried to be the first to
taste her.

I think you can imagine where things went from there. I don't know if I
have the energy to describe everything the four of us did together...
suffice it to say that it was a long night, and a good one.