Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 16:42:07 -0800
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: 17th summer 31

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 31

Monday dawned hazy and strange, full of uncertainties and possibilities. I
sat up in bed and thought to myself, all that stuff I thought I remembered
from the night before -- had it really happened? I couldn't quite believe
it. But then I saw, piled on a chair, the clothes I'd had to borrow from
Madeleine because she'd sliced up mine.

After breakfast I ambled over to Madeleine's and spent some time just
wandering around, neatening up here and there. I took out the trash, a
little tingle running through me as I saw Hannah's and my ruined clothes.
Tina turned up around 3 o'clock and we spent the afternoon hanging around,
catching some sun, saying very little. Things had gotten unpredictable and
exciting and I think we didn't want to break the spell by talking too much
about it.

Madeleine came home around 7. It was mid-August now and so by the time the
three of us sat down for dinner, the sun was going down. There wasn't much
talk as we ate the soup and sandwiches I'd made. Nobody mentioned Hannah,
but there was no doubt she was on all of our minds.

Then, just as it was getting really dark out, there was a knock at the
back door. Madeleine stood up, said "You girls wait here," and walked out.

Tina and I were on pins and needles as we waited patiently, wondering what
was happening on the other side of the house. Finally, after what seemed
like ages, the door opened -- and there was Hannah, naked, with a studded
collar around her neck and a red ball gag in her mouth.

She came into the dining room with Madeleine right behind her. "Hannah and
I have had a discussion about the conditions under which she will be
allowed to enter my house," Madeleine said. "She is here to serve as an
instrument of our pleasure. Therefore, she may not wear clothes except when
she's just walked in and when she's about to leave. Second, she must wear
this collar at all times, to symbolize the fact that she needs to be
controlled. Finally, she will wear the gag at all times unless she's doing
something useful with her mouth. For instance, Morgan, will you lift up
your skirt please?" I did so. "Panties off." I complied, whereupon
Madeleine gave a hand signal to Hannah, who knelt. Madeleine removed
Hannah's gag pushed her head forward into my crotch. As Hannah's tongue
raked across my pussy, Madeleine took her seat and casually resumed eating
her dinner.

When I was satisfied Hannah left me and crawled under the table. I saw
Tina shift in her seat so that her stepmother could pull off her jeans;
then she continued spooning soup into her mouth as if nothing was
happening. When I peeked under the table, though, I saw Hannah intently
working Tina's cunt with her fingers and mouth. When Tina put her spoon
down and leaned back in her chair with her mouth agape, I knew that she was
coming; when she picked up the spoon again and went back to her soup, I
knew that Hannah had moved on to Madeleine.

Some minutes later, when Hannah crawled out from underneath the table,
Madeleine fed her a scrap of food off her plate as you might a dog, then
strapped her gag into place. Then she laid Hannah face down across her lap
and penetrated her with a carrot stick. After dinner we adjourned to the
basement, where Hannah was tied spread-eagled and we took turns licking her
to the brink of orgasm. When Madeleine finally let her come an hour and a
half later, she grunted through the gag and lay still with a faraway look
in her eyes.

* * *

The next couple weeks were very interesting. Our little cabal had grown to
four, and there was a very definite hierarchy. Madeleine was on top, of
course; she directed our actions, sometimes quietly and sometimes vocally,
and her authority was never questioned.

Tina and I were in the middle. Sometimes I felt like I was above Tina,
since I'd been with Madeleine first and I was older, and because Tina
deferred to me in most things. But then something would happen that made it
appear that Madeleine favored Tina. Several times she took Tina off to her
bedroom for a private fuck session while Hannah and I washed dishes. And
periodically Madeleine had me wear my maid's uniform to remind me of my
place in the household -- this led to some weird scenes at dinner, where
Tina would be dressed like a normal teenager, Madeleine in a suit, me in my
uniform, and Hannah in nothing but a collar and gag. Sometimes I got
jealous of Tina, but more often we felt like sisters and/or allies.

And Hannah was indubitably on the bottom, even though at 35 she was the
oldest of the four of us. Madeleine took great delight in degrading her,
making her do the most humiliating household tasks in addition to serving
as a sex slave not only to Madeleine herself, but also to Tina and me. At
times Madeleine focused so much on her subjection of Hannah that I was
envious of the amount of attention Hannah got. I went so far once as to ask
Madeleine once why she was so hard on Hannah. "It's the hypocrisy," she
answered. "She spent her whole adult life not only hiding her true desires,
but denouncing people who shared them. It's pathetic. To this day, she's a
good little Christian girl at that school all day, then sneaks off here at
night to do what she really wants to do. One of these days she's going to
have to decide who she really is, but in the meantime, it turns me on to
use her this way."

I had to admit she had a point, and I also knew that if Hannah wasn't
getting off on being subservient, she wouldn't keep coming back. Looking
back, I realize that Hannah really wanted to be treated that way, that it
made her feel less guilty. She could tell herself that it wasn't her
decision to do these terrible, perverted things; no, she was being forced
to do it.

The person I really felt bad for in all of this was Tina's dad, who had
married a closeted lesbian. I imagine he'd gotten very little sex from her
and was probably getting none at all now. It had to be kind of lonely
around Tina's house these days, I thought -- he must be starting to wonder
where his wife and daughter were spending all their time....

Hannah, meanwhile, turned out to be the most insatiable pussy eater I've
ever known (and I've known quite a few). She must have been trying to make
up for lost time; her tongue was tireless and scenes like the one I just
described, where she did all three of us over dinner, were not unusual. The
sight of a woman's pubic hair or the merest whiff of her arousal seemed to
drive Hannah insane and Tina, in particular, enjoyed making her beg and
plead (which counted, in Tina's estimation, as "doing something useful with
your mouth"). Of course, Tina in general derived a lot of pleasure from
Hannah's lowly position, exacting revenge for Hannah's former strictness.

My memories from this period of time includes scenes like these:

..Hannah chained on her hands and knees as Tina and I fuck her from both
ends with strap-ons, while Madeleine videotapes...

..Madeleine's bathroom converted to a "spa" where Hannah gives each of us
in turn a bath, shaves our legs and underarms, and licks our cunts for good
measure...

..a picnic in a secluded park area that turns into a risky but thrilling
four-way orgy in the sunshine...

..Tina and Hannah 69ing as Madeleine pours champagne on them, then fucks
Hannah with the bottle...

..it's Sunday afternoon and Tina and Hannah are sleeping intertwined on
Madeleine's bed; Madeleine takes me to the shower, where she fingers me
tenderly while soaping my tits...

..Hannah licking Madeleine's boot, her face a mixture of love, desire,
and deference...

..music throbbing, the light red and low as I breathe in the scent of
Hannah's steaming cunt above me, see Madeleine's head bobbing between my
legs; Tina is draped across the sofa, smiling slyly...

..and lots more. But how can I really capture the flavor of that time? It
wasn't just four women who excited each other, driving each other to new
heights of rapture. It was that we knew the whole thing was dangerous and
tenuous, and couldn't be expected to last for long.