Middle Ages-looking instrument of torture. Abruptly Pammy broke away to run to a wall closet.
'What are you doing?' It was obvious from Denise's question that this wasn't part of the plan.
Silence answered for long seconds while the twin busied herself, back to the others. Then she turned and walked slowly and purposefully toward her mother, wearing a long silver fox neckpiece and carrying a cat-o'-nine tails in each hand.
'Whatever…'
'Mutiny, mother. That's whatever. Your lovin' daughters have decided to take over their own education and use you and Bryan here to get the answer.' Pammy tossed a thin thonged whip to Sandy.
'See, we read this neat old-fashioned sex torture bit in your hope chest, Mommy. Venus In Furs. All about how men and girls go nutty to whipping while they think about sex. So we're going to do that on you and prove something about Bryan. Get her, Sandy.'
A squealing, but not too violently protesting Denise, was dragged unceremoniously over the carpeted step- up, past a boggle-eyed Bryan. Her nude wantonness looked deliciously fragile in the grasp of two determined daughters. He never had been aware before of the predatory nature of the female. Now, seeing their glittering stares at his hard-on as they brushed past him, Bryan knew he was to be center stage before long. It was frightening and alluring, at the same time.
'Mommy, it's sinful for you to be so stinking beautiful at your age!' stormed Pammy, dragging one of Denise's arms high over her head and to the side, to be held in the wrist trap of the rack.
'Sandra, you're hurting my ankle!' Denise strained furiously against her ankle and wrist snares, but obviously enjoyed her captivity.
At the side wheel control, Pammy ignored cries to be careful and cranked the ratchet to bend her mother's body to a deep arch. Spreadeagled, her sleekly tanned arms and legs wide stretched and torso convexed, Denise's already outspoken breasts were now an explosive display, leaping from her chest as though trying to separate from her body. Low on her tummy her vee mound was an urgent hillock of wanting.
From his crouch against the steps, Bryan felt the heady delirium of the sensuality. The girls, high heeled and nude, except for the fur neckpieces that reached nearly to the floor, now circled their prisoner warily. The tables were turned and the unexpected had taken command.
Splaaatt!
The deviling sting of the cat o' nine tails laid impudently across Denise's bared front, forcing a reflex to its nerve-tingling slap. Just enough bite to the thin strands to evoke a sizzling erotic response deep inside Denise's hyper-sexed frame.
'Girls! Please… you must know what you're…'
'We do,' crowded a triumphant Pammy laying on stroke after stroke of the love whip. 'We've seen you through the tiny peep hole we made into your room. You love it from your men. Do girls turn you on, too?'
'Ahhhh… oh, do it! Harder!' whimpered Denise, her body a cacophony of sex chaos, the gorgeous muscles that knit her trapped torso together straining against the whips. 'Some one please, anyone… love me while I die!'
It was the need in her mother's voice that tore Sandy's will to punish her more. With a little cry of desperation, she flung herself past Bryan on the steps and fell across Denise's sleek legs. 'I'll protect you against that old whip!' she screamed, burrowing eagerly into the valley between the sleekly molded thighs and kissing frantically along the inner muscle till she came to where the magic was.
'Ohhh, Pammy… you're right… Pammy, she's sweet as honey.'
'Traitor!' shrilled Sandy's twin, strutting in intriguing display of nudity in witch heat. Pammy's red hair was in flaming disarray, breasts high borne, thrusting through the silver-gray fur piece, body proud as she pranced to accent impudent buttocks and gorgeous legs. 'I shall punish you both, then!'
Pammy circled the embracing pair, whip flailing but only intensifying Sandy's passion at Denise's pussy center. Arriving at the steps where a naked and feverishly aroused Bryan crouched watching, Pammy sprawled in nude voluptuosity across his bound form, grinding warm curves against his trembling frame as she whipped at the two above them.
'You better get ready, big cock!' she hissed in his ear. 'You're next!'
'Hey… geez, lemme outta this!' howled Bryan, panicked by the desire driving his thoughts and his awareness of his naivete in lovemaking. Pammy's lush female wonders seemed to envelope him as she wriggled and squirmed across his taut torso while striking at the others. In one frenzied twist she had him driven back against the steps, his cock caught between her thighs so close to her crotch he could feel the heat. He barely extricated before his orgasm build-up began.
'Those crazies!' screeched Pammy. 'They're both coming from whip whoopee!'
It wasn't from the whip nearly as much as Sandy's busy lips on Denise's cunty cleft. Her tongue spearing through the palpitating quim, stirred the tumid clit and the climax that stormed Denise swept Sandy simultaneously. No neophyte to lesby play, Sandy knew the way to prolong girl-to-girl orgasm. Nights with her twin, as they lay planning their someday love life, had taught her the play ways with another female.
And now it was quiet on the rack, except for the sobbing happiness of Denise who never had had such intimacy from either of her daughters till now. Her superb body, perspiring lightly from her passion, no longer fought the wrist and ankle grips and she lay still, eyes closed, waiting.
'Bring him,' she said quietly to the girl still curled at her crotch. 'It's time for his torture.'
'You know it!' exulted Pammy, squirming down along Bryan's side and bending to kiss impudently at the desperately inflated cock crown. 'Come, Sandy, 'nuff play with Mommy's pussy. Let's see if Bryan has any better self-control than you did.'
'Pamela! Where did you learn that word? Undo me this instant and put Bryan down!'
'Ohhh h, no, Mommy. We'll show you where Bryan goes. Mutiny, remember?'
'Dear God!' moaned a delighted Denise as the girls dragged a willing/unwilling Bryan, spread-legging him over her opened thighs and irreverently jamming his monumental erection hard against her soft labial flesh.
'Now we're going to see,' Pammy danced away from the dazed Bryan, pausing to admire his position. He was still a prisoner, his hands bound behind his back. His powerfully muscled body looked both threatening and helpless, kneeling astride Denise. One move downward would drive him into her vagina, or a pelvic thrust upward by the outspread victim beneath would lock them in coitus.
'Help!' Denise was outwardly determined not to yield, but inwardly her body burned for Bryan's impaling. 'However did you learn…'
'Peeking through our peephole.' Sandy, enamored of the taste of Denise, crept across the curve of the wheel rack and flung herself across her mother's upper body, twisting to turn her own front outward as she heard Pammy slash at Bryan's muscular back with the whip.
'Whip him – not us!' she cried warningly when the thin thongs whistled too close to her breasts and splat across Bryan's front.
It was a weird, wonderful first for the captive male. He felt no pain from the thongs, but a maddening tingle deep inside at each blow. And flush against his ballooning prick was the gateway to sex heaven. He had only to urge his buttocks in response to the swatting leather and he would fuck his first woman body.
Fierce and frenzied deep within was the strange want to wait. A pledge to his own mother's nosiness about his sexual maturing was needling and it wouldn't let him go. He had promised he would remain a virgin till 'the girl of his dreams' came into his life. No way to pretend to his conscience that wanton, wriggly Mrs. Pritchard was that girl. If she was divorced or not, his lust frenzy for a once-married seemed illicit… a battle against something like adultery.
He was losing the battle! He could feel her cunty lips trembling and warm against his cock crown. Gawking down, he saw Denise's labia had dilated. Her pussy cleft was already spreading to welcome his cock. Cockflesh against cuntflesh – so near – so far! He fought a hopeless battle to keep it that way.
Slaaappp! The thong whizzed past his chest and he saw the love whip snip teasingly at Sandy's pert breasts.
'Don't Pammy… don't!' Her terror sounded real, but the sparkle in her eyes as she shielded her mother, told Bryan Sandy loved it. 'You know it makes me come!' she shrilled.
'So, come!' Pammy doubled the assault on her sister and as she did, Sandy began to vibrate and convulse in the clear grip of orgasm. Wriggling over to her tummy to escape the torture, she burrowed into Denise's breasts
