Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

Janet listened, her mouth agape as they spoke of her husband. She could scarcely believe her lack of pain or concern for Paul or what had happened to him. Her glazed, drugged brain was too filled with her own starved and unsated passion, while her belly and loins ached in seething unfulfilled lust.

Dear God! What now… now that she's come? I'm going out of my mind! My cunt is on fire…!

Then, the Madame's hand reached forward to touch and caress her breast and Janet experienced another new sensation she had never before known. She gasped, momentarily closing her eyes, as she heard the doctor's lewd chuckle. The long, gentle, slim fingers caught at her nipple, rolling it and squeezing it in a tender, understanding way that only a woman could know. Janet began to tremble all over at the strange forbiddenness of the situation. Her upbringing had never accepted this sort of thing, let alone any of the vile degrading acts she had already let herself sink to. But at the moment her whole being was in torment with her unfulfilled lust, and she couldn't, had she wanted to, resist the handsome woman's advances.

The alien fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently forced her onto her hack, her head against the pillow beside the doctor whom she knew was watching in vile delight. Then, she closed her eyes even tighter as she felt the woman's soft lips engulf the nipple of her left breast, all the knob-like areola, all of the berry-like nipple with a swiftly flickering tongue that sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward along nerves to her brain… to sweet conditioned responses.

Slowly, Danielle slithered up her body until their faces were level with each other, and her thigh crept up Janet's twining around it, her soft, curling fleece of pubic hair brushing warmly again that of her own. Then, her lips found Janet's with an agile, pliant, soft, sweet, knowing possession, and her tongue fluttered into her mouth.

And, in spite of her shame at the thought of another woman touching her, Janet could not help responding. She sucked at the invading tongue as Danielle's hand trailed over her tormented body with fascinating touches, running over her breasts, her sides and back, their bodies finally locking together as the caressing hand reached her buttocks and pulled them apart to stroke the raw little anus delicately with her finger.

At last, Danielle raised above her, taking Janet's left breast in her hand, her fingers teasing the still distended nipple. She let her eyes rove over the lovely blonde girl's voluptuous nakedness as if they were alone in the room. Finally, her voice trembled as she said, "I am going to make you come like a fountain, ma chere… no, like a volcano!"

Janet moaned, "Oh yes, yes, please…"

"I will, cheri," Danielle panted, and commenced to slide away… down the trembling, passion-filled body.

Janet raised her head to watch in half revulsive captivation as Danielle nestled her face into the hollow of her opened thighs. She felt the soft kisses on her skin, on the tender creases, felt the hot puffs of breath, and then… the magic tongue licking the cleft, simply licking in long strokes from the bottom to the top, not entering yet, but bringing an involuntary slight lifting of the loins with each slow up-lick of tongue on sensitive labia.

Janet's clitoris hardened even more as it peeked out further to enjoy a grazing tickle from the tongue. She hissed and rolled her head slowly back and forth on the pillow. Danielle eased her tongue inside at the bottom of the cleft and drew it up… up toward the tingling clitoris.

Janet's throat worked insanely. She held her breath, then exhaled sharply at the delicious contact… and suddenly, the gentle taunting was over…

Danielle pressed her mouth closer. She reached up with both hands and played with Janet's breasts, while her mouth became hungry, open, hot, nothing but tongue invading the seething wet cunt before it, nothing but tongue lashing at the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in her throbbing pussy, slippery in the juices, eel-like in the vagina, and always returning to the sensitive, tingling clitoris…

Janet moaned uncontrollably. Leduc chuckled and stroked his massive cock that had once again burst into stone-hardness. Minutes passed and Janet's belly rippled. She commenced to pant explosively as her loins curled up, pressed up with vibrant tension to bring the magic tongue tighter to the quivering center of her body.

Danielle was gasping, sucking air in short surges, hardly ever breaking the fervent, lashing contact of her eager mouth… tongue… lips… even her nose was buried, immersed, sometimes, during the wild depravity of her lovemaking in Janet's wet, steaming cunt…

"Ohhh… ohhhh… I can't stand it!" Janet screamed. "It's too much… too much…!" Her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and then broke out again in a high-pitched wail as her passion overflowed all bounds and swept through her loins. She twisted in the grip of her sweet agony, twisted and writhed and did not break with the open mouth glued to her cunt while the flickering magic tongue played like summer lightning over her clitoris and sent that lightning surging through her body to her crackling, burning brain.

She endured the pleasure, gasped, groaned, clutched Danielle's black raven-hued tresses with clawing fingers… at last, shuddering violently, then relaxing… or trying to relax… as Danielle continued, refusing to stop.

"Oh God… that's enough! Oh, stop… please…" Janet begged weakly, not really wanting it to stop, but cringing with the sharpened sensation.

Danielle eased away from Janet's clitoris. She plunged into the vagina, tasting the slightly acid secretion, licked again the now flushed swollen cunt-lips, kissed the trembling inner thighs.

"Dear God…!" Janet drew shuddering breaths. She was enervated, drained, lethargic. She could not push the woman's head away. She could not close her thighs. Oh God, she still wanted to be fucked! She rolled her head to stare at the doctor's thick, long, hard cock. God, she wanted it filling her… his hips thrusting it into her. She sobbed aloud with her frustration and Danielle returned to her voracious tonguing of the hard little bud of her clitoris. Janet convulsed. Her stomach muscles went rigid as her hands locked at the woman's head, wanting, yet not wanting her to stop.

Again, she spasmed inside, climaxed once more, her heart slamming wildly in her chest, her mind awash in pleasure that flamed, her chest a bellows, animal-like sounds emitting deep in her chest as her eyes glazed and her mouth hung limply open.

Once more, the woman drove her toward the peak and Leduc interrupted. "Enough," he said and his wife withdrew her wet, glistening mouth from Janet's palpitating cunt, raising her head slowly. "It's time that I entered into this little party, my pets."

Janet could not help but offer a grateful, if wanton, twitching smile, as the sweating Danielle crept up beside her in the bed.

"How will you have us, darling?" the woman asked her husband in husky anticipation.

He still lay on his back, his massive cock jerking in its swollen rigidity. He thought a moment while new sensual spasms of hazy delight at what was to come taunted Janet's still throbbing pelvic area. Now, she would get fucked! Surely, now…

"I think my favorite, darling… a bit of sodomy," he said to his wife. "But in your ass this time." He chuckled. "I have already reamed our lovely guest's once tonight." Again, he laughed. "But first, darling, get on your hands and knees so that our slave can lubricate your little hole with her tongue, eh?"

Danielle gave a little shudder of delight and did as she was ordered, while Janet got to her knees in dull abhorrence at the thought. To perform such an act on a man was one thing, but upon a woman… she didn't think she could do it… But Danielle had already waggled her buttocks back toward where she knelt… beautiful round white moon-shaped buttocks, and Janet could see the hairless, puckered brown opening as the Madame lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting the area back toward her. Janet's eyes dropped to the long red slit of her cunt with its hair-lined lips only slightly opened, and she could see the enticing pink flesh beyond. Small, sparkling droplets clung to the fleecy lips… and suddenly she sensed herself moving forward as if magnetized… until the muski-perfumed scent stung her nostrils and she lashed out with her tongue, going down deep toward the handsome woman's clitoris just as she had done to her only moments before. She found it clasped within the inner petals, her own lips coming in contact with the soft pubic haired, fleshy folds of her cunt as she stretched her tongue to its entirety, its tip stabbing at the erect bud and raising a deep groan from the woman.