Chapter IX - It's all in the Groove
The color of Susan's freshly spanked pussy pouch was no where near the color of
her blistered and bruised bottom, none the less, it was painted a nice warm
cherry color and made her swollen clef a prominent focal point of her body as
she stood and walked. Chris was hard as he looked at it and then went to her and
cupped her mound in his hand and made her wince and grimace as he rubbed and
squeezed the sensitive fig. "Oh my pussy, it aches," Susan squealed as Chris
dipped his finger between the swollen red lips and searched for the fine cut the
leather had made inside of her. Finding it, he worked it with his finger as she
held on to his shoulders and cried, "OW OW OW!! She was extremely wet and his
finger made a slurping sound as it worked itself around in her slice. Finally
letting go of her, he led both of the naked women into he dining room.
He instructed Susan to get up on the table on her back, pulling a chair forward
so that she could climb up. "Oh Ow, aaahhhh," Susan announced as her still very
sore bottom cheeks connected with the hard wood of the table. Chris helped her
until Susan was lying flat on her back on the table. "Carol, go to the end of
the table where Susan's head is," he told the woman, and Carol did as she was
told taking her place. Susan looked up and into the eyes of her friend. Chris
meanwhile began to lift Susan' legs in the air and press them back towards her
chest. When her ankles were parallel to her boobs, Chris instructed Carol to
take a firm grasp, an ankle in each hand. Doing so, Susan's position was that
now her ass was thrust into the air, her twat and asshole parallel to the
tabletop. Actually her ass was pretty much off the table and she rested on her
back and shoulders. Carol held Susan's ankle's fast and even spread them a bit,
so that Susan's recently blistered twat fell open by about an inch and a half,
revealing the pink inner membranes, her little pee hole and stiff little
clitoris. Looking intently at Susan's lovely pussy made Carol's mouth water, and
she was eager for a time alone with Susan, to see if her friend would respond.
She knew that Susan's wasn't a lesbian, but perhaps she was bi, that was
something to hope for Carol thought.
Chris took up his place overlooking Susan's bottom from the end of the table and
reaching out picked up the last strap. Lifting it up he showed it to Carol, and
spoke, "Susan, what is this," he asked. Susan closed her eyes and answered,
"It's a groove strap." Carol could only stare in disbelief, feeling her own
pussy clench and unclench in new waves of excitement.
"I'm sure Carol that I don't need to point out which two grooves we are talking
about," Chris said as his finger traced a line from the top of Susan's slit to
the bottom and then another from the bottom her slit through the crack between
her ass cheeks. "When using a groove strap Carol, we are intent on two
particular points, one is this little puckering hole," and his finger encircled
Susan's little ass hole, "and the other is of course this little finger here,"
and he tweaked Susan's little clitoris which peeked its head out from under it's
hood. Lifting the thin strap over his head, he brought it down with precision so
that almost the length of it landed all at once in Susan's ass crack. A red line
appeared down the center of Susan's groove as her body tensed with the stroke
and she grunted, "UUUGGGGGHHHHH." Susan was wiggling on the table, but Carol
held her firmly as Chris delivered another stroke, this time making the target
the little entry into her bottom. Chris was an expert at making the very tip of
the strap connect and snap at the little bud. Susan's bottom cheeks tried
valiantly to clench against the cut, but it did little help. "IIIIEEEEEEEEEEE,"
Susan wailed as she felt as if a bee had decided to deposit its stinger in the
little hole. Chris knew that Susan was driven wild by anything anal, and that
while it stung like crazy, her sexual juices were flowing. Both he and Carol
watched as Susan's twat canal filled with the white syrup of excitement and
lust. Susan was on the brink of orgasm. Chris turned his attention to her other
groove, that glistened in a warm pinkness begging for attention. Susan's eyes
were closed and she didn't see the strap ascend in the air and then come down
swiftly and with force right into the slot of her naked snatch. The leather
exploded against her sensitive membranes and kissed wickedly her clitoris.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHOOOOWWWWIEEEEEEEE," Susan wailed in a cry that was mostly a
response to the intense fusion of pain with pleasure. Her clit seemed to come
alive and throb as it tried to adjust to the intense sting. In reality, the cut
was diminished in intensity because of the copious amount of twat fluid that
filled her slice. When the strap landed between her parted lips, Susan's juice
was splattered into the air, and her thighs and ass were covered with her
excitement. The stroke, while definitely felt, was one of sexual pleasure for
Susan, but before her body had an opportunity to react and once again fill the
little reservoir with it's pool of pussy juice, Chris brought the strap down
once again, this time delivering more sting and burn as the strap tore at all
that lie between those two delicious lips that he loved. Susan's bottom bucked
with the lick, and Carol was hard pressed to hold on but she managed as Susan
was pushed over into orgasm. Chris, attune to Susan's sexual ways, allowed her
to be and to enjoy her orgasm to it fullest. When she had returned to the scene,
he told her to take hold of her legs and hold them behind the knees, keeping
them towards her chest. He then told Carol to come to his end of the table.
"Ok Carol, I think it's time for Susan to have a little soothing, let's get that
tongue of yours busy doing something other than panting." Had she not been a
lesbian, Carol might have objected, but she was only too happy to go down on her
friend. Susan let out a yelp as Carol placed her hands on her bruised ass
cheeks, and dipped her head downward. Susan immediately forgot the sensation of
pain as she felt Carol's cool tongue glide from the top of Susan's ass crack to
the bottom. Twice more Carol licked the entire length of Susan's crack as if it
were an ice cream cone, before settling on the little opening to her friend's
bottom. Susan all but swooned with the wonderful sensation of Carol's tongue in
so intimate a part of her body, but when Carol went to work on the little
asshole, Susan nearly exploded. Certainly she had heard of "rimming" but it had
never been done on her before, and she couldn't believe the wonderful exciting
feeling that came with Carol's probing tongue, which swished around her little
hole and poked it's way inside of her. The orgasms came one after another, and
when Carol moved up the path to dip her tongue between Susan's pussy lips, she
began to tremble.
As all this was happening to Susan, Chris had drawn up a chair behind the bent
over Carol. Sitting down, he found himself level with Carol's bottom cheeks, and
his hands pressed between her legs, and Carol instinctively shifted, parting her
slender thighs and giving him the access he wanted to her dripping snatch. Chris
was particularly interested in the thin flaps of her labia minora and how they
extended past her labia majora, and he took one between thumb and fore finger of
each hand and stretched and pulled till they were a good two inches out from her
twat, then pulling them to the sides so that her clam shell like twat opened and
her juice spilled out. As Chris's fingers explored the inner reaches of her
cunt, pinching her clit and slowly sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy
channel, Carol went at Susan's clitoris with a fury, licking, biting and sending
Susan into ecstasy with her well trained tongue, licking and eating a twat the
way only a woman can. Susan was building towards a crescendo, her head thrust
back, the veins in her neck tense and pulsating as a slow cry came from the very
center of her, and built with her orgasm until she was filling the room with a
different kind of wail than before. As Susan was lost in orgasm, Carol under the
ministrations of Chris's diligent fingers began to scream with her own orgasm.
Her lips buried in her friends boiling twat, her face smeared with Susan's
juices, she howled with pleasure and drank furiously from the never-ending flood
of Susan's passion.
When it was over, Chris carried Susan to bed as Carol tried to put herself
together. In the car on the road home, she was quiet, exhausted and spent with
the evening's affairs. There would be time to talk about it later. Chris
returned home and slipped between the covers coming close to Susan and wrapping
his arms around her they slept deeply.
