She was tight, but hot and very well lubricated. She smiled shyly as I moved into her, then let out a little scream as the fully strapped Suzanne rammed the dildo all the way into her ass. Then her shy smile turned into a wide grimace, and she purred like a big pink and tan cat. Suzanne began fucking her like a woman possessed. It was a very real example of projection, and with each thrust I could see Suzanne's internal visualization of two dicks pounding into her with the same effort she was giving Candy. It almost made me lose my erection. Or maybe I was afraid it would. Or maybe my 'inner Calvinist' wanted it to.
I suddenly flashed back to a Sunday school lesson I was listening to while a coursing course of testosterone was driving my brain to crazed sexual thoughts every other minute. I specifically remember wanting to motorboat my then forty-five-year-old second cousin and Sunday School teacher, Mrs. Jones, who used to change my dirty diapers when I was a little kid. I wanted to see her teats so badly I couldn't think about anything else, until three minutes later when I instead wanted to put my hands under the skirt of the incredibly hot Elsie Yanez, the hottest little Cuban girl I have ever seen, before or since.
That Sunday school lesson was, appropriately enough, about original sin. Was all sexual desire sinful or just that outside of marriage? Was it sinful for Suzanne to want three dicks at the same time or was it just sinful to actually do it? Was it sinful for me to think about it? To not want to think about it? Was I being a hypocrite? I certainly had wanted three girls at once, and had had them. It was even better than I thought it would be. I certainly didn't just try it once and then not want it again. What would happen if Suzanne tried it? Those images wouldn't go away. Then I realized she wanted three dicks, not three guys. All those images were disembodied dicks, not guys with faces. What exactly did that mean? Was that original sin, venal, cardinal, ordinal? I forget the distinctions.
Meanwhile, my dick was thinking for itself, and driving my spinal circuits to move my pelvis back and forth. Damn that felt good. Suzanne and I alternated and gradually drifted between in phase and out of phase motions into and out of our respectively assigned Candy orifices. Was this simple harmonic motion? No, there was nothing simple about this! I needed some distractions to delay my orgasm for a while. Let's see - the derivative of sine is cosine, the derivative of cosine is minus sine, tangent is secant squared, cotangent is cosecant squared, ... Hey it worked! I could now delay producing my own derivative for a while. John Henry the pile driving automaton reporting for duty, and happily fucking on.
Candy came, squirting. Lara giggled. "It's raining!"
Suzanne and I continued our ministrations, and Candy came two more times. Then Lara slipped the clips holding Candy down about a two feet or so, and used two other straps to hold her legs out so they were almost parallel to, and about three feet above, the floor of the living room. She used another strap to hold Candy's head immobile so she couldn't turn and look around behind her. Then she picked up the canes and stood just behind Candy.
Suzanne and I sat down on the couch to watch. Although Suzanne had some facility to both give and receive such treatment, I was only comfortable on the giving side, and not particularly good at it. But our lovely Lara had a real talent for dishing it out, and Candy, as we would soon discover, was a genius at taking. Suzanne picked up the 'Master's Manual' from Judicial Caning and began to leaf through it, with me looking over her shoulder.
It read like one of those Singapore math books they had used at my middle school. Understated, vaguely British in its phrasing, but clear and easy to understand. Apparently the central theme was maximum painful stimulation with minimum tissue damage, ensuring some great (punishment, and/or) sexual excitement, and then allowing several days' time for things to heal. There was some discussion of individual differences in pain tolerance, and differential healing rates. I knew from my dog training experiences that dogs range from hard to soft in their pain response. Hard dogs, like Eldee and her issue, barely felt anything that did no tissue damage, and but soft dogs could be corrected with barely a touch.
Happily, Candy was a soft little bitch, able to get highly stimulating pain from relatively non-damaging blows. So even moderate strikes from the canes sent her around the bend, sexually speaking. Lara had apparently read the section of the book on 'calibration' very carefully, and soon had Candy fully characterized. Spreading the blows out to minimize tissue damage in any one particular area, Lara tuned Candy up like a master mechanic and made her come completely via anticipation and pain. The larger of the rattan canes was applied to her ass, and she came. The smaller cane was applied to her inner thighs, and she came. It soon became so reflexively Pavlovian that all Lara had to do was wave the canes, and Candy almost came from the motion of the air.
Soon Candy was simply vibrating in the trapeze straps, almost catatonic. Lara put the canes in their little case, and snapped it closed loudly and dramatically. Candy whimpered lowly. Lara put her mouth right next Candy's ear, and said "You'll get more when I think you need it, slut," and then kissed her cheek gently. She motioned to Suzanne and I and we took Candy down gently and carried her into the bathroom. Lukewarm water and dilute soap with a soft sponge cleaned her up, bringing the red marks up clearly against her skin. The red welts were even more dramatic against the baby pink and untanned skin of her buttocks.
Lara went the kitchen and puttered about. We applied a little antibacterial ointment, and one or two bandages where required, plus a lot of kissing and whispered sweet nothings, and then put Candy in one of Lara's plush terrycloth robes. We walked Candy back to the living room and sat her on the couch. Lara fed her warm chicken soup, and the color returned to her face. Candy giggled. "I didn't even know you were Jewish!" We all laughed, and hugged and kissed, and Candy sobbed. Lara put Candy to bed in her bedroom, and she went soundly asleep in 30 seconds. Suzanne and I then turned our attentions to Lara and passed the night blissfully on the couch, checking on Candy occasionally, and sleeping a little, too. Good times.
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Everyone in the little rodeo arena was watching as Big Liz spoke in Veronica's ear. Veronica had been 'prepared'. Was Liz telling her what for?
"Hi, Veronica. You are all tied up like a pretty little orange and white present, aren't you? Everyone's thinks I am America's sweetheart of a big sister, and maybe sometimes I am. But while they think I am talking to you tenderly and offering you support in your soon to be several hours of need, what I really wanted to let you know that I am going to make you my little bitch before anyone else gets a chance at you. You are going to eat my pussy with slavish devotion, and do it just the way I like it, with everyone watching!
For her part, Veronica Tappert was very pleased with the progress of the evening so far. Boring was over, and excitement was on the rise. She was getting to act out several fantasies at once here. She knew her husband would probably enjoy watching it as much as she would enjoy experiencing it. In for a penny, in for a pound. "Bring it on, big sister!"
Big Liz felt very good. This woman was truly into the scene, so Liz could let herself go. There were two things that her threesomes with Ralph and Little Marilyn did not supply: bitchy domination, and enough one on one possessive good lovin' and cuddlin' tenderness. She now saw a way to get some of both, starting with Ms. Faculty Wife being her little bitch tonight, and finishing with charming Robbie right out of his Suzanne and Lara habit. She used a step ladder and adjusted her position so that her pussy was now Veronica's whole world, holding onto the ropes to steady herself. I almost looked like she was riding Veronica like a wakeboard. The lights from the central tower came on full and the two women were shown in full contrast and relief. The crowd gasped. Soon Big Liz was gasping too. Ms. Faculty Wife could really eat pussy!
Veronica had decided to do it up right: give it all the attention to detail she herself wanted when Rock ate her. She had taught him systematically and scientifically what she liked, and he was devoted and very good at getting her off. She undertook her own survey of what this big, tall, and hot college girl liked, and enthusiastically gathered her data. She got quick feedback. The girl's legs shook and her muscular thighs twitched, and her pussy gushed wet and tasty. Veronica liked it, a lot.
