Shannon was awakened in the night by a small, warm, gentle hand wrapped around and massaging his rejuvenating shaft into a vigorous rigid state. For a moment, his sleep fogged brain failed him and he dwelt in a rapturous dream of sensual bliss, wherein he lay upon a haremish couch being sexually administered to by a pair of lovely concubines… and then, his senses abruptly cleared, a delightful thought immediately occurring to him… reality was more enticing than his dream…
He lay between them in their naked loveliness: Madeleine slept, her soft, voluptuous body partially curled, close against him, her limp hand resting on his chest; Annette, on his left, writhed gently, her long willowy form sleek and satiny as it squirmed and pressed hotly, vibrantly to his own while her small, slender hand continued its taunting ministrations to his ever-hardening prick.
Finally, she whispered, her breath warm in his face: "At last, you're awake, cheri. I was beginning to wonder if I'd lost my touch."
Shannon grunted softly as her small hand began to work the heavy foreskin slowly up and down his lengthening rod. He could feel the cool air brush against its naked, rubbery head as she drew the thick skin down below the coronal rim, then assisted it in its re-sheathing. He slipped his arm beneath and around her, his big hand cupping her small but resilient firm breast and felt the nipple harden against the palm of his hand as he drew her snugly to him. "Don't you ever sleep?" he whispered back, kissing the tip of her nose.
"I-I wanted to talk to you," she said.
"You've got a nice way of gaining a man's attention," he replied and she tittered softly.
"Well… I've got other things in mind too," she added, pressing the wet tip of her tiny tongue into his ear.
"I'd never guess," said Shannon, cringing pleasureably before her tantalizing tongue. "What do you want to talk about, teasing?"
"Sh-h-h-h," she hissed, giving his now solid prick a tight little squeeze as a galvanic chill rippled through her at the sound and thought of the whispered lewd word and all of its connotations. "Listen to me, Shannon, cheri… I want to join you… help you, eh?"
For a moment, he didn't answer. Then: "Join me…? What do you mean?"
"Throw in with you… both of you… help you get the ransom money from my father," she said quickly, excitedly. "Don't you see? With my help, we couldn't fail…"
"And without it, we will, eh? Is that what you're saying?" Shannon whispered back at her.
"Maybe… maybe not, I don't know, cher, but no one knows Gaston Larreau better than I do… I know how his evil mind works, and I believe I can out-guess him, where you might not be so lucky because you don't understand how he thinks, eh? Doesn't it make sense…?"
"Why?" Shannon interrupted. "Why would you want to do this? I mean… we're going to take a half-million dollars from your papa, baby…"
"So? You think I'm above stealing a half-million dollars from that pig?" she hissed vehemently. "I hate and despise him for as many reasons! He is evil… Oh God, Shannon, mon cher… that's not all," she went on, her whispering voice mellowing suddenly. "I… I think I love you… and maybe even Madeleine too… I want to be with both of you… forever… is that so crazy, eh?"
Shannon swallowed tightly; she was writhing her warm sensuous body salaciously against him once more, her soft hand doing marvelous things with his cock and balls… and just the mere thought of her triad conjugal suggestion was enough to incite the growing lust inside him. "I… I don't know," he said after a moment. "Christ… I can't think right now… we'll have to talk to Madeleine about it anyway…"
"Merci, cheri!" came a soft interrupting voice from his right, and Shannon felt Madeleine's gorgeous contours moving closer to caress his desire-tensing body possessively, her own hand making warm, delightful little circles against the lean muscles of his hairy chest. "I've been waiting for you to say that as I lay here listening."
"You've been awake all the time?" Shannon questioned, looking over at her in the darkness.
"Oui… I've been listening… and you made me happy… both of you," she replied. "Maybe, Annette's idea is a good one, eh? Wouldn't we have a better chance of succeeding…?"
"In what, making love or kidnapping?" Shannon punned.
Both girls had raised to their elbows and Annette had turned on the small bedside lamp. They looked at one another above his chest and Shannon read the gleams of anticipation and excitement in their faces. Then, Madeleine's hand slithered down over his stomach causing gooseflesh to raise on him as her fingers trailed lightly through his pubic hair to cover Annette's hand still grasping his now aching cock. It was the most lewd three-way pact he had ever witnessed contracted.
"Christ!" he blurted. "You gals are driving me out of my mind. You got that prick up from its sleep, now, what're you going to do with it?"
For answer, Madeleine removed her hand and slowly eased down in the bed. While Shannon watched fascinated, Annette held his cock and Madeleine lowered her mouth down to it, abruptly enclosing the full, pulsating glans in a soft, warm pressure. He groaned, thrusting his loins upward automatically as the warm moistness of her ovalled, lips closed over the throbbing sensitive head.
Gently, Annette's small hand worked up and down the rigid shaft while Madeleine's lips slid down to meet her clasping fingers, and she began to suck it steadily, rhythmically… up and down with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each stroke.
Shannon tensed his loins and Annette leaned over him to dangle one firm taut breast with its distended nipple above his lips. Ravenously, he sucked it into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble and bite, causing the slender girl to gasp and whimper with the pleasure-pain. Below, at his crotch, Madeleine moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with the edges of her teeth. His prick was white beneath the scraping suck and rich purple at its smooth turgid head. He felt her hands cupping and cradling his balls while she plunged her mouth down over it from above. Suddenly, he raised his head slightly as he sucked at Annette's throbbing tit and saw his massive cock nearly disappearing right down Madeleine's throat. Annette had removed her hand and was dipping it into the moistened slit between her own legs.
Momentarily, Shannon's eyes fell on Launcelot standing erect at the foot of the bed, watching and whimpering as his great tail wagged back and forth. Fuck you, hound, he thought wildly. Go get your own bitches!
Madeleine's tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making the glans vibrate and pulse maddeningly. He watched her face stuffed with his cock, working over him hungrily, her lips being pulled out grotesquely, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked in wanton delight… and suddenly, she stopped.
"What the hell!" he gasped. "What're you stopping for, damnit…?"
Madeleine smiled as she raised her head, tossing her long blonde-tinted hair back over her shoulders. "To try something else, cheri!" she said scurrying to her knees beside him, and Annette raised in like fashion on the other side. "I have an idea… as well as a wild desire to have it another way, my Shannon? Will you let me do as I want…?"
"Damn… I don't care what you do… but do something before I come unglued," he said, the pressure she had sucked into being causing his balls to throb and his prick to jerk achingly.
"Oui, cheri!" Madeleine nodded enthusiastically. "I want it in my backside… may I…?"
"Oh…" Annette gasped at the mere mention of the other's desire. "Oui… Oui… let me help, cherie."
Wild spasms of lust twisted salaciously in Shannon's brain. "All right," he said. "But I'm not moving. The two of you can work it out your own way while I just lay here like some big fat potentate. How's that suit your fancy?"
"And we'll be your slaves!" cried Annette excitedly, delighted with the lewd and masochistic theme their private little orgy was taking.
"I'll just dictate," said Shannon, grinning.
"Oui oui!" agreed Madeleine. "So… what do we do first, Master?"
Annette tittered, her flesh tingling feverishly at the sound of the title Madeleine had used.
"Okay… Madeleine, you get on your hands and knees so that Annette can lick your tight little asshole and prepare it. How's that for starters?"
Madeleine gave a little shudder of delight and quickly moved around in the bed to do as she was ordered, while Annette got to her knees behind her more hesitantly, her brain whirling with the lascivious sensations his obscene command had instigated within her. She had never done such a thing… to perform the act on a man was one thing, but upon a woman… she wondered if she could do it… and Madeleine waggled her round white buttocks expectantly back toward where she knelt.
They were beautiful, ovalled, white moon-shaped buttocks, and Annette could see the hairless, puckered brown opening as the lovely girl lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting the enchanting area back at her. Annette's eyes lowered to the long coral slit of her cunt with its hair-lined lips only partially opened, and she could see the enticing pink flesh within. Small, sparkling droplets of viscous fluid clung to the thin fleecy lips… and suddenly she sensed herself moving forward as if being drawn by a magnet… until the musky-perfumed scent stung her nostrils pleasingly and she lashed out with her tongue, going down deep toward the voluptuous girl's throbbing clitoris, just as Madeleine had done to her earlier that night. She found it enclosed within the inner-petals, her own lips coming in contact with the silky, pubic-haired folds of flesh as she stretched her tongue to its entirety, its tip stabbing at the erect bud and raising a deep groan from Madeleine's throat.
Slowly, Annette swept upward, flicking her tongue tip several times against the twitching clitoris, then backward toward the round viscous covered opening of her vagina, plunging in far enough to feel the rippled walls of hot flesh nibble and milk at her tongue, then out to taunt her urethra before traveling on up the satin-smooth vale between her buttocks to the crinkled mouth of her pulsating rectum.
Oh, Mon Dieu! It's wonderful! The delicious taste of her cunt… I never realized… I love her… love him… love me!
"Okay," interrupted Shannon. "Enough of that. Let's get down to the nitty gritty… Come on, Madeleine… sit down on it. I'll just lay here like any potentate worth his salt and you slip my cock right up your ass."
"Oui… oui, cheri!" exclaimed Madeleine, moving quickly to get above him with her back facing him in a semi-squatting position.
While she was doing this, he said to Annette: "Ever lick another girl's ass before, baby?"
"No… no, cheri," Annette replied, her dark eyes alive with the obvious carnal sensations it had given her. "But I intend to do it again… and yours many many times over."
Shannon pulled her down to him and kissed her mouth hungrily, running his tongue over her thin lips and into her mouth, tasting the familiar sweet tang of his Madeleine there.
"Aaaauuuuugggghhh," Madeleine groaned holding tight to Shannon's long thick cock and both he and Annette watched while she wormed the turgid rubbery head into the tiny orifice, squirming and wriggling her squatting wide-spread buttocks in her effort to skewer the massive cudgel up into her unbelievably wide stretching hole. Greedily, she lowered herself down onto it, the grunting little whimpers of torment she emitted charging both viewers wildly.
"Does it hurt, cherie?" questioned Annette, suddenly getting to her knees and reaching around to caress Madeleine's full, magnificent breast with sympathetic, if, masochistic envy. "Does it hurt beautifully?"
"Ooohhh… Oooohhhhh Christ," Madeleine cried. "I… I… Oh… it's horrible… it's beautiful… I love it!"
Shannon chuckled in obscene delight as he watched her gyrate her splendid hips down… down… until her ass-cheeks were flat against his pelvis, and he began to work with her, gently, in an effort to widen her back passage with his cock thrust hurtingly to its full length up the tight, hot velvety channel of her entrancing bottom.
"Christ, what a beautiful ass you've got, baby," Shannon said, tensing and thrusting as she squirmed her buttocks down even tighter to his pelvis, forcing his cock further up into her.
"Ooohhhh, Mon Dieu! It's going to come right out my mouth," Madeleine gasped as slowly she lay back atop of him, her arms resting on the bed at the elbows while Annette stared at the two of them in licentious fascination.
Madeleine's dark hair-lined pussy looked up at her, its long pink slit trailing down to her soft white buttocks where Annette could see Shannon's massive cock splitting them… holding them apart… its thick length buried to the hilt up her wide-stretched anus, and his heavy balls pulsating before her. She couldn't, had she wanted to, contain herself and she nestled her face to the soft, sweet smelling crotch, starting her excited tongue at the tip of Shannon's testicles, taunting the exposed half-inch of his shaft not yet swallowed into her, and into the now pulsating, open cunt and upward, finally sucking the inner-lips and clitoris into her mouth with a wet little slurping sound.
Madeleine began to raise her buttocks up and down over Shannon's plundering cock and as she did this she pressed her glistening pussy, now flowered open with her splayed legs, against Annette's wildly sucking mouth. Frantically, Annette lashed her tongue around, over, up and into the sweet, delicious-tasting cunt, her own passion mounting feverishly in her belly and loins.
She reached down between her legs and began to massage her quivering clitoris vigorously. Mon Dieu! I've got to be fucked or something, she thought, and then, she remembered her Launcelot.
"Launcelot… lover! Come up here, mon cher!" she choked, raising her ass up high, then burying her tongue deeper into Madeleine's pulsing cunt.
Annette sensed the bed give as the great dog immediately leaped onto it, raising up onto his hind legs and clasping his forelegs tightly around her waist. She thrust her behind high and back, feeling his hard wet animal prick ram and slip against her buttocks. Again and again it floundered until she spread her legs farther apart and thrust back her completely expanded crotch.
Once more, it rammed.
"Auggghhhh," she winced before it as the long, slender prick soared into her, spearing her hungry, moist vaginal walls like a flint-tipped arrow.
Mon Dieu! Her magnificent Launcelot! He was like a heavenly sent miracle… always ready and able to satisfy the lusty desire of her ever increasing needful cunt. Dear God, she loved him too, she thought, as she licked and sucked shamelessly at the delectable wet split before her. She heard Madeleine whimper and Shannon's throaty grunts, all in the faint background of her mind, for her lover was hammering her with rapid, pile-driving thrusts that were reaching her very womb, and the slender cock was beginning to swell inside her as always. She could feel it getting larger and larger, filling her entire channel like a great growing monster… the way no man could ever fill her… a beautiful, unbelievable fucking machine… driving her ever, ever toward her apex…
Wildly, Annette licked and sucked until Madeleine screamed: "Oooohhh, Mon Dieu! I'm going to cum… Mother of Christ… Oui, oui… I am… nowww… I'm cuuuummmiinnnggg!"
"Pound your ass!" charged Shannon. "Godamn you… don't stop now, damn you! Pound your fucking ass!"
"Yiiieee… Oooohhh… Oui… ouiiii!" cried Annette as Launcelot fucked into her, his animal prick suddenly long, long… and thick, thick inside her flooding cunt, those jackhammer lunges never lessening…!
And then, she felt the animal's stream of hot juices squirting into her unceasingly! Long jets of it scalding the inner walls of her vagina, spurting into her womb with violent force, sloshing against the inner-sides of her wildly spasming belly, its steaming heat setting her off until at last she wailed loudly, helplessly.
Time and again she screamed; her release was that great! She heaved her ass back toward the humping dog's expanded shaft as it continued to shoot into her with unbelievable force, her thighs trembling, her stomach quaking, her brain reeling insanely with the sensual reactions traversing along her spine, all realism escaping her as she fell forward on her face into Madeleine's soft open crotch, a deep sleep almost immediately engulfing her.