by Cyan
Copyright 1996 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"Watch," she said. Althea and I were in the hidden room behind the spying mirror and she had just opened the little trap door. Light coming through the mirror suddenly illuminated our little room a bit more, the light previously provided by a pair of candles off in one corner.
I sat on the little bench that was positioned for watching and looked. Sarah was in there with Jack.
"No!" I whispered harshly. Not Sarah!
"Shhh!" returned Althea. Sarah was smiling. She looked so pretty with her long, light-brown hair. She shouldn't be in there with Jack. She couldn't handle it! I remembered Althea and me heading out to the bar earlier that evening: not really that unusual for us, but I had been wondering why Althea seemed so intent on dragging me out tonight in particular.
Sarah had been there. She was talking to some guy when we got there, but seemed willing to leave him when she saw me.
"Who was that?" I'd asked. I couldn't help myself: she's my little sister.
"Never mind," she said, brightly. Sarah in a bar, talking to strange men!
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm 18 today, remember?" Sarah looked at Althea, obviously wondering why she wasn't being introduced. No, not Sarah and Althea!
"This is Althea," I said, cursing my luck that we'd just run into Sarah. I watched Althea: she wasn't looking the way I usually saw her: she was looking so ordinary.
"Hi," said Sarah, suddenly sounding just a touch shy. "I'm Rebecca's sister."
"How do you do," answered Althea. So ordinary, yet her voice sent chills up my spine. There was something wrong, I knew it.
"I'm just out to celebrate," volunteered Sarah, "I'm my own woman now, and I'm going to enjoy myself."
"Not too much, I hope," said Althea in a motherly way. I was more frightened. This wasn't Althea at all!
"No, but I'll make some men wish for more," Sarah said with a little laugh. She planned to do some teasing! Well, she certainly had the looks to accomplish that, without even trying much. And it was just like Sarah: trying to prove herself.
"You be careful," I said to Sarah in a low voice, leaning close to her.
Sarah giggled as if I were just an over-protective mother-hen. "Oh, you worry about yourself," she said.
"Now listen to your sister," said Althea to Sarah. Althea could be so normal when she wanted to be.
Like when I first met her. I'd been separated from David for two weeks and was worrying so much about the possibility of divorce and Althea and I ended up talking for a while at a bar: a different one. I'd told her about my problems and she brought me over to meet her brother, Jack. First I'd been flirting with him a little, then somehow before I knew it, I found myself kneeling in front of him, sucking him, Althea snapping pictures! I remember panic grabbing me as I sort-of came to my senses, and I let go of Jack's penis and started to stand, but Althea put her hands on my shoulders, caressed my neck and whispered in my ear how sexy I was. She took hold of his penis and guided it back into my mouth, telling me how much I was torturing him by not following through on my promises. In a minute I was sucking again and she was snapping again and my thoughts slipped back to the strength of that huge thing in my mouth while I recalled the feel of Althea's touch a minute before. It was just an hour later that I was begging to be tied to the bed.
And now, here was Sarah in the living room with Jack. I couldn't hear, just watch. The way she smiled at him, giggling, sipping her drink, throwing her hair. She shouldn't be doing this! She was no match for him: she had no idea what to expect.
"No," I whispered.
"Yes," whispered back Althea, sitting next to me on the bench. Her lips were to my ear and she started kissing the side of my head. Her hand found its way to the back of my neck and I knew all the more that despite my objections, all I would do is sit there watching and let Althea touch me.
Sarah was unbuttoning her blouse.
She didn't take it off, just unbuttoned it seductively, then held it wrapped tightly around herself. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Jack continued to talk as he sat on the couch, looking up at her. She gave him a coy smile.
"You wish you were in there instead of Sarah?" asked Althea. I didn't answer: I just stared. Althea's fingers caressed the front of my neck and my chin and lips. Her other hand was on my back.
Sarah tied the front of the blouse, leaving her midriff bare. All without really showing anything but it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Then she took her glass and sipped again. After that, she was obviously posing for him.
Someone was at the front door. Jack got it and Vanessa and Tom walked in. Vanessa kissed Jack's cheek, but exactly as if they were merely friends. She'd know not to disturb the situation. Or had she known all about this?
Tom had his arm around Vanessa. Sarah obviously took them for a couple, having no inkling that in reality, Vanessa was married to Jack. They all talked a little and Jack got them drinks.
Soon Jack and Tom were sitting on the couch and both Vanessa and Sarah were standing in front of them. Vanessa had on one of her typical evening outfits: tight jeans and a small tube top. She smiled at Sarah and made as if to pull it down uncovering her breasts. But she didn't: she just teased, just like Sarah had been doing.
I knew where this was going. "Please stop them," I begged. Althea laughed a low laugh, then continued caressing me. She pushed a finger into my mouth. I felt myself suck on it just a little. She removed it, and brushed her hand down my front to my nipples, through my blouse.
"You like this," she responded.
"No!" I said, but still quietly. But I stood up: I had to go in there and stop them.
"Tonight," she whispered in my ear, having stood with me, "I'm going to lick you."
I didn't move: I was stuck to the floor. I stared at them through the glass. "You've never been licked before, have you?" asked Althea. She knew the answer. "Not once in all those years with your husband, right? And I know how to do it, too." Her hand shot to between my legs and was rubbing me suddenly. I felt my breath catch. "Relax and watch." She guided me back to sitting on the bench.
Tom had stood. He and Vanessa were looking at each other, for all the world like a happy couple. They talked, the other two looking at them, then Vanessa slid in front of Tom, her back to him, his arms wrapped around the middle of her body. They were talking to Sarah.
Sarah sat next to Jack. His arm went possessively around her shoulder. Vanessa turned around and she and Tom took places facing each other about four feet apart. Suddenly she knelt. She turned and gave Jack and Sarah a little sly smile, then turned back to Tom.
Sarah was wide-eyed. Tom and Vanessa just stayed in the middle of the room, Vanessa kneeling, looking at Tom's feet, Tom standing in front of her. Vanessa had taken a serious expression.
Tom handed her something: it was a blindfold. Vanessa put it around her head, then put her hands on top of her head.
Althea had gotten my pants open. She made me stand a little while she pulled them down. Then my underpants. I sat down again, just in my top, staring at the scene through the little window.
Tom knelt in front of Vanessa. She still had the blindfolds on and her hands on top of her head. He gently slipped down the tube top, exposing her. She didn't move a bit.
She looked a little nervous though. But she wasn't: not Vanessa. It was all for Sarah. Jack held Sarah's hand while his other arm was around her, his hand idly sitting on her opposite shoulder.
Althea knelt. She was between my legs. I looked down at her beautiful form, kneeling there. "Watch them," she said.
I looked back at the scene. I almost came, feeling the first of Althea's tongue. She tongued me slowly and I felt I was melting away. I could not believe this was finally happening. And it was Althea doing it.
Tom touched Vanessa's nipples. As I watched, her breathing started growing more pronounced. Soon she was coming, right in front of Sarah and Jack! Not that that would bother Vanessa, but I couldn't imagine what Sarah thought of all this.
Tom went behind Vanessa, then took her hands off the top of her head. He brought them behind her, then he had handcuffs in his hands and he fastened hers together. Vanessa smiled, still blindfolded. Sarah stared.
I was breathing harder. What Althea was doing was everything I thought it would be: so perfect. I'd dreamed of it: of David doing it, then later dreamed of other men doing it. Maybe that's why I left him: I realized he was no longer my fantasy-lover. I remember how I thought I'd found my fantasy-lover in Jack. Tom had unzipped himself and had his penis out, right in front of Vanessa's mouth! I was sure Sarah had never seen anything like this!
I'd found my fantasy-lover all right: in fact, I'd found four of them, something that was clear to me within two days of that first meeting. But I'd never fantasized of the things we were doing: of being their slave, accepting their punishment, doing everything they demanded of me.
They'd taken me out to a bar one night soon after I'd moved in with Althea and Tom. Tom, Jack, and Vanessa had disappeared to the rest rooms: I knew that the place had small rest rooms with locks on their doors, and that the three of them were in the same room. Althea had just squeezed my hand under the table and we sat there waiting. In a few minutes, Vanessa had come back and Althea had gone. Then Althea was back and she told me to knock softly on the men's room four times.
They'd quickly pulled me in. They were both completely naked. They made me kneel: I'd expected that. I sucked. My clothes were removed and fingers wormed into my rear hole. Pushing in lubricant. I found myself face down, across the basin, one in my mouth, the other in my rear. Fingers found my nipples and my clitoris. I came and came.
They hadn't dressed when I did. The door shut behind me, and a waiter was walking by outside: I felt like he must have sensed what was going on. Althea stood and let me slide in between her and Vanessa. Fingers were immediately up under the front of my dress: I wore no underpants. Our waitress asked if we wanted more. They talked to her, telling her what to bring. And chatted. I tried to hide the fact that I was coming right in front of her. There was a little time before the men returned to the table. I wondered what had kept them.
Tom was coming while I watched through the spy-window. Sarah still just stared. Her hand as well as Jack's was in her lap. I saw him caressing the top of her thigh: I knew his ways. Althea still licked ever so slowly. I felt my body press itself toward her mouth. I was ready for more. "More," I heard myself beg.
They left: Tom and Vanessa. She was still handcuffed and uncovered while they walked out the front door, though he had zipped up. Jack and Sarah still sat on the couch. Then they were kissing. His hand was on her body. Her hands looked confused like they didn't know what to do. "Please," I whispered: Althea wasn't licking quite so slowly as before, but I found myself wanting more.
Finally they broke the kiss, but Jack still caressed her thighs and her belly as they talked. I could see Sarah was confused. I remembered the confusion I had felt that first night with Jack and Althea. Althea was increasing her speed, her tongue moving faster and faster.
Jack stood. Sarah stood too and faced him. My breathing was much too fast. A part of me couldn't believe that Althea, of all people, would do this for me: lick me. Sarah knelt, looking up at Jack, a look of nervous anticipation obvious on her face. I saw a blindfold in his hand. I blacked out.
Cyan Stories
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