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Master Wade 119
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MRWADE.119 BY MASTER WADE
Copyright 1992
By Wade Mondegam
Girls in the Wood
Chapter Eight
Kathy held my arm and walked closely to me as we worked our way
along the path through the woods. We heard the sounds long before we
reached the small clearing. Kathy knew right away what she was
hearing, and her grip tightened on my arm.
As we drew near enough to see what was taking place, Cindi
became aware of our approach and seemed to renew her efforts with the
whip. Sandra's eyes were closed tightly and she bit at her lower
lip, her cheeks wet with tears, her body red and flushed. Cindi
changed the direction of the whipping now and swung upward between
Sandra's legs, wanting, I supposed, for us to see how Sandra
responded to having her pussy whipped.
Each stroke of the leather cat brought an almost child-like
whimper from Sandra as the thin strands licked hotly at her exposed
cunt. The clothespins had been removed from both her labia and her
nipples, and the tips of the leather strands were free to caress all
of her exposed sex. Each time they landed the whimper would come and
she would raise herself upward on her toes, pushing them down into
the loamy forest floor and straining upward as if there were some
possible escape from the stinging rawhide.
"Look at her thighs, Master!", Kathy whispered to me. "Her
thighs are wet nearly to her knees! Is that because it excites her
so? Does it make her that hot?"
I nodded and then spoke to Sandra.
"Do you want Cindi to stop whipping your naked and sore little
pussy, Sandra?"
Sandra's eyes opened wide as she first became aware of my
return.
"No, Master! Please don't make her stop! I'm sooooo hot,
Master!"
"But doesn't it hurt your little slut tramp cunt for it to be
whipped so hard, Sandra?"
"Yes, Master! It hurts soooo much!! But......ungggghhhh (the
cat landed again)...I want it, Master! I want Mistress Cindi to hurt
my pussy!"
I wasn't sure how Kathy would respond to seeing Cindi at work,
but she began rubbing herself through her tight shorts as she watched
and listened.
"Has she responded nicely, Cindi? Do you like my slave Sandra?"
"She's amazing, Master, she really is. I had no idea she would
love it so much. It's as if she can't get enough."
"And is it making you hot to use her, Cindi?"
"God, yes, Master! If it weren't for the fact that I'd have to
stop whipping her to do it, I'd shove the handle of this thing inside
me and get off...God, I'm so hot!"
Kathy looked up at me, and I immediately knew what she had in
mind. Stepping over to the slut bag I took out a long cock-shaped
dildo and handed it to her. Taking it, she knelt beside Cindi and
began kissing her thigh, holding the dildo in one hand and rubbing
Cindi's clitoris and very wet pussy with the other. Cindi continued
swinging the cat, changing direction once more so that the strands
landed on the large heaving and tied breasts of the well-bound
slavegirl.
Kathy wiped the head of the dildo with her wet hand and then
placed it at the entrance to Cindi's hole. Supporting herself by
hugging Cindi's well-formed thigh with one arm, she began working the
dildo up into the busy Mistress's cunt.
I'm sure the dildo must have been distracting to Cindi, but
there was no evidence of it in her application of the cat to Sandra's
naked body. If anything she seemed to swing more hotly at her, and
red stripes began forming across the pale white skin of the whipping
girl.
Kathy repositioned herself slightly and began licking at Cindi's
clit while she fucked the big dildo in and out of her. In almost no
time Cindi was moaning herself, her hips hunching at the dildo, her
arm still busy swinging the whip, her free hand mauling her own large
breasts.
I had intended to only be an observer, but watching the three
beautiful women with each other made me change my mind quickly. My
cock was raging now, hard and pushing against the front of my pants.
Unzipping them I pulled it out and stroked it as I continued to
watch.
Stepping closer to Cindi, I pushed the head of my hard member
between her cheeks until I felt what I was searching for. Bending at
the knees and holding her around the waist, I shoved my cock up into
her asshole, grunting as I fed it all into her. I could feel the
thick dildo pressing at me through the walls of her body as Kathy
continued to fuck her pussy with it.
"Oh God!!", Cindi screamed, as she threw down the cat and
clasped Kathy's head with both hands, pulling her face tighter
against her wet crotch. She humped at her now, making my cock slide
back and forth inside her tight anal canal. I fucked back at her
hotly, sliding my hands up to her breasts, and rolling her nipples
between my thumbs and forefingers.
I knew it would not take long for either of us, and it was no
surprise to me when our orgasms occured almost simultaneously. I
rammed my thick cock deeply into her ass and held it there, the cum
spurting from me in long streams, coating the inside of her. Her
knees buckled and then began jerking as she ground her pussy against
Kathy's face in the midst of her orgasm. Kathy had to struggle to
keep from falling, but she clung desparately to the orgasming
Mistress's legs and swallowed quickly to keep from gagging on the
juice that streamed into her hungry mouth.
When it was finally over, both Kathy and Cindi grew limp, Cindi
collapsing to the ground and sitting crosslegged next to Kathy. They
kissed warmly and for quite some time, savoring the aroma and the
taste of Cindi's juices as they swapped them back and forth on their
tongues.
I wiped my cock in Cindi's hair to clean it and then tucked it
back inside my pants. Sandra had watched all of this with passionate
interest, and I knew she very much wanted someone to allow her to
come as well.
"Kathy, I would like for you to stay here with Sandra and make
her come with your mouth while she's still tied. When you've done
that you may untie her and bring her back to the cabin with you."
Kathy smiled weakly at me. She knew better than to argue with
me, and I know she wanted to do exactly what I asked of her, but she
had indeed been a very busy girl.
"Can you do that for me, Kathy?", I asked, smiling at her.
"Yes, Master. I can, and I will do it with much pleasure."
"Good girl. I think you can see now, precious, that Master will
make sure you get all the pussy you can handle, can't you, my pet?"
"Yes, Master. I do see that, and I'm very grateful, Master!"
"Good. Cindi, gather up our things and come along. The day is
still young."
Upon our arrival at the cabin we found Janet in the midst of
what she later told us was her third orgasm. I had Cindi remove the
artificial cocks from her when she had finished and directed her to
have Janet shower and dress in the clothes I laid out for her. I
choose a very lovely pink garter belt outfit, white stockings and
high heels, and tiny pink bikini panties with a lacey front.
When Janet had complied with my wishes, I explained to her that
she would prepare and serve lunch to the rest of us on the deck. She
set about her task while Cindi and the other two girls showered and
dressed themselves. I knew that Sandra would be one very tired and
sore girl, but I wanted her to have lunch before she rested.
Janet's attire looked very out of place in such a rustic
setting, but in spite of that, or perhaps to some degree because of
that, it was powerfully erotic to see her moving around the kitchen
dressed so sexily. Her breasts were firm and rode high on her chest,
the nipples small and pouty. They shimmered, more than bounced, as
she walked in the high heels, and I knew we would all find it
exciting to have her serving us.
Sandra, Cindi and Kathy all dressed much more casually after
their showers. Sandra wore a pair of light green shorts with a white
top, Cindi and Kathy both wore cutoff blue jeans and halter tops.
The four of us discussed Janet while we sat around the picnic table
on the deck, waiting for our lunch.
"She soaked the bed while we were in the woods, Master," Cindi
said, smiling. "She really must have been excited about something!"
Kathy and I looked at each other and smiled.
"Well, Kathy and I excited her a bit, I think, each in our own
way," I said. "I may have made a mistake in letting her come like
that. I want her to be good and ready for the rest of her week."
"She still hasn't had the one thing she wants most, Master,"
Kathy replied. "And I don't have to tell you what that is, do I?"
She most certainly did not. I really had nothing to worry
about, because as Kathy had reminded me, Janet still had not had an
opportunity to eat pussy. All of us knew how much she wanted that.
No matter what other treats she enjoyed she would definitely
be ready for that when her chance came.
"We're going to make her want that even more than she does now,
Kathy," I said, smiling. "Here's what we're going to do...."
Just as I finished filling in the three girls on what I had
planned for the rest of our day, Janet began serving our lunch to
us. She moved gracefully in and out of the cabin, carrying platters
loaded down with fried chicken, potato salad, baked beans and other
afternoon delights. When she had finished, I motioned for her to
come to me. Pulling her arms behind her, I handcuffed her and gave
her instructions to stand in the middle of the deck, some five or six
feet away from the table where we could all see her well.
We ate our lunch with genuine appreciation for Janet's culinary
talents, each of us glancing over at her from time to time and taking
in her physical beauty as she stood, shifting from one foot to the
other, her hands bound, her breasts naked, her stockinged legs only
increasing our appetites.
Upon my instruction there was food left for Janet when we were
done. I instructed Janet to move around the table and to lick clean
the hands and lips of the other girls. She did so, obediently,
bending over with hands behind her to suck each finger and lick it
clean, then turning her head to kiss and suck clean each girl's
lips. As instructed she was not touched otherwise by any of the
girls.
When she had done as I asked, I allowed her to sit on the small
bench which ran along the outer edge of the deck, making sure she
kept her legs apart, allowing us all a view of her crotch and the
lovely sight of pubic hairs poking through the lacey front of her
panties.
"Now its our turn to feed you, Janet," I said, knowing the other
girl's knew exactly what that meant.
One by one the girl's began stripping and sat beside each other
along one side of the picnic table, facing Janet. With their legs
apart they each rubbed themselves, stroking their clits and lips,
making themselves wet while Janet watched them. Each girl, when she
had grown appropriately wet, then inserted a chicken leg into
herself, allowing it to become coated with her juices. They made
quite a show of it, knowing the effect it would have on Janet.
Each girl then fed Janet bites of the leg she had prepared for
her, pausing from time to time to spoon feed her some of the potato
salad and baked beans as well. Sips of cold beer were given to her
as well, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind about what her
favorite course was.
Once Janet had been thusly fed, the girls set about cleaning
each other. Still naked, with pussies smelling and tasting of
chicken, the girls lay on the floor of the deck in front of Janet in
a tight daisy chain, licking and cleaning each other hungrily. Long
after any trace of the chicken was gone the girls continued to lick
and kiss each other, sucking and nibbling, until they were one
writhing mass of passionate female flesh on display for the lingerie
clad girl who could do nothing but watch and savor the taste that
still lingered in her own mouth.
I watched the entire episode with amused interest, noting
especially the growing dampness which stained the pink crotch of
Janet's panties. Moving to sit beside her on the bench while she
watched the other girls, I rubbed her clitoris through her panties
gently and ran my finger along the back of her neck.
"Don't you wish you were one of them, Janet?", I asked in a hot
whisper. "Look how much they love it. They love pussy, Janet, but
not a one of them loves it any more than you do, do they, precious?
Watch them make each other so hot. Can you still taste them in your
hungry little mouth, sweetie? Can you smell their juices even yet?"
Janet's eyes were glued on the girls, her legs opening wider,
her body shifting as I continued caressing her and whispering to her.
"I want some, Master!", she said, hotly, turning her head toward
me for only a second and then fixing her gaze once again on the naked
girls. "I really want some pussy." Her legs began opening and
closing again. Her nipples were rock hard, poking out almost
obscenely from her naked breasts.
"Yes, I know you do, Janet, but you can't have any yet. You got
to taste some just now, honey, but that's all you get for now."
Janet groaned, and I felt my finger growing wetter as her juices
leaked through her pantied crotch.
"Tomorrow, Master?", she almost panted. "I can have some
tomorrow, can't I, Master?"
"Yes, little piece. You can have pussy tomorrow. Nice wet slut
pussy for my Janet. You'll get some from all three of them
tomorrow. Can you wait that long, little bislut girl?"
Janet shuddered and licked her lips, nodding. I was afraid she
would come again, and took my hand away from her rigid little nub.
She was distressed that I had left her hanging, but said nothing,
closing her legs together tightly and trying with all her might to
rub her pussy lips against each other.
The three girls on the floor finally brought each other to
climax. It was an amazing sight, one I had not witnessed before
myself, and my only regret was that I had not video-taped it.
Afterward, while Cindi, Sandra and Kathy took the dishes back
into the kitchen, I guided Janet to one of the supporting posts
underneath the over-hanging roof and bound her there. I slid her wet
panties down her legs, leaving her sex naked, and balling up the
panties in such a way as to keep the juice soaked crotch area in one
place, inserted that portion of them into her mouth to gag her. The
rest of the day would be one of relaxation for us, and our view as we
looked out of the sliding glass doors toward the lake, would be
enhanced by the sight of this lingerie clad and gagged girl bound to
the post in the center of our view.
The rest of the day was spent reading and enjoying the quiet
beauty of our surroundings. As we had discussed earlier, each of the
girls from time to time spent a few moments fondling Janet throughout
the remainder of the day, never enough to bring her to orgasm, but
always enough to keep her wet. When their own excitement grew to the
point that they needed relief they were free to take a partner into
the bedroom, and did so on several occasions until nightfall, when
Janet was taken down and put in bed alongside me for the remainder of
the night.
Continued in Chapter Nine
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