Slow Tease, Sweet RevengeChapter 10
Bob awoke on his knees. He was still tied to the bed, but this time he was kneeling at the head, up on the mattress, with his hands cuffed behind him to the headboard. Marie and I were kissing on the mattress... she in red lingerie with gartered silk stockings and me in black with fishnets. I had my hand in Marie's panties and she was hugging me and sticking her tongue deep inside my mouth. As Marie began to cum, I pulled down her corset and licked and sucked at her breasts. Her moans filled our little bungalow.
While Bob was passed out, we had made ourselves up like we do before we dance... our hair was brushed - free and long, and we were made up like models. We had lingerie, a feather duster and two bottles of champagne... and we had all night. We were headed for a long, slow session of sweet lovemaking. Right before Bob's eyes.
"It's your turn", Marie told me, as she eased me back onto the bed. Lying on my back, I could look straight up and see Bob's painfully harnessed cock straining upward at a 45 degree angle. While I was contemplating the pain his balls must have been in, I could feel Marie sucking the little toe of my left foot. I gasped as she slowly progressed from toe to toe, caressing my calves as she went. She ever-so gradually began to lick her way up my legs. As she did, I grew hotter and hotter...squirming on the bed. "Ooh baby... I'm on fire!", I said breathlessly as she began to work on my thighs. Her soft tongue playfully flitted its way up to the hair surrounding my pussy. She held my hands down at my sides as she began to tease my clitoris with soft kisses... licking and sucking the hard little bud. I was practically hyperventilating when she moved up to my belly. Marie's silky hair gently brushed along my body while she erotically bathed by body with her tongue. By the time she began circling my aching nipples with her sweet kisses, she was caressing the sides of my body. She was driving me absolutely nuts! I tried to tell her that she had complete control over my body, but I was breathing to hard to talk. So I just moaned and whimpered. From time to time I would catch a glimpse of Bob's tortured genitals and a wave of heat would shoot through my body... building up to a savage orgasm; one I was beginning to be afraid of having.
I felt at that point that any more sexual intensity would certainly cause me to self-combust! By the time Marie planted her voluptuous mouth on mine, my entire body was trembling out of control. I could feel her beautiful breasts rubbing against mine as she simultaneously pressed her wet, warm pussy against mine. She Frenched me and squeezed her body against mine while she spread my legs with hers and held her bush tight to mine... and I was in sexual ecstasy! "You are the sexiest woman in the world", she told me. I felt like it. Although I also felt that it was Marie who was the ultimate lover! After paying me such a beautiful compliment, Marie began to work her way down my body... just as slowly as before. I was beginning to swoon, dizzily on the verge of fainting. I felt her luscious tongue on my clitoris again.
She turned herself around so that her pussy was right over my face, eclipsing Bob's agonized manhood from my view. The moment I began feverishly licking at her vagina, Marie squeezed her body to mine and we merged into a taught, ecstatic ball. With our tongues deep inside each other, we both exploded in orgasm! I wrapped my arms around Marie as far as they would go and I held on as tight as possible... for fear of disappearing entirely! We both heaved and convulsed and rolled over each other and onto the floor. My orgasm seemed to last forever, as Marie and I continued licking each other on the floor.
When we were done, we climbed back onto the bed and undressed each other. Neither of us looked at Bob's face the entire time. We were doing this for each other, and it was just a bonus for Bob to feel the cold sting of isolation as he jealously watched us indulging in each other. To his utter exclusion. Completely overwhelmed, he didn't utter a peep the entire time. When I had Marie naked, I reached for the feather duster and began dusting her tits with it. On her knees, she tossed her head back and placed her hands far behind her, arching her back on the mattress while she gyrated her hips. I slipped a finger into her pussy as I continued to titillate her with the feather duster. As Marie grew more and more excited, I decided to mock Bob by taunting her.
"Ooh, suffer baby!", I teased. "No... please?", begged Marie, and we both began to giggle. "I want you on your knees, you little bitch", I said to her as I began to turn her so that she faced Bob. "I want you to grovel at my feet." "Why are you doing this to me?", she implored, imitating Bob. At this point, Bob began to look a little less delirious and a little more alert. With Marie on all fours, staring straight into Bob's face, I began to spank her while I continued tickling her with the feather duster. Each time I hit her, she let out a little squeal and rocked forward to peck Bob on the lips.
After a while, I got off the bed and fetched the dildo out of our bag. "Don't move, you little slut", I commanded. "Oh... please help me, mister", Marie asked Bob, in a little girl voice. When I got back on the bed, she was running the tip of her tongue around and around Bob's lips. His cock and balls were in agony as they strained against their cruel leather harness. His red face, beaded with sweat, betrayed his pain and he gritted his teeth as Marie continued to deliver her soft retribution. I strapped the dildo around my waist and rubbed some lubricant on it... although Marie's snatch seemed to be offering more than enough of its own. Then I glided it into her, gently. While I fucked Marie, she alternately moaned, laughed, and kissed Bob's trembling mouth. His face was so red, it looked like his head was going to explode, and he started squirming from the pain in his genitals. Marie began moaning loudly and tossing her hair around so that it hit Bob in the face.
When her orgasm was upon her, she was licking his chest and squeezing his shoulders. I let her down easy, fucking her slow before pulling the dildo out. I got off the bed and put the dildo on the dresser. I grabbed the little leather cat-o'-nine tails out of our bag and threw it to her. It was a sweet whip... no barbs, like the medieval version... but very effective in the right hands. "Whip the dog", I commanded. "With pleasure, m'lady", Marie responded. "Hard or soft?" "VERY hard." "With great pleasure, m'sweet lady." Marie moved to the right of Bob and gave him a taste of her formidable tennis forearm - right across his chest.
The man who was mutely writhing in intense agony since he awoke on his knees, tied to the head of the bed, finally let out the most anguished scream I had heard up to that point. It sounded like a combination of a man being torn into pieces and a baby wailing for its mother. I popped a tape into the radio as Marie's lashes grew louder, and I cranked up the volume. I began to dance sexily to the Afro-Cuban drum music that filled the room. Bob looked like a twisted, tortured soul as he stared at my voluptuous victory dance through his tears. He was completely out of breath, so each time Marie walloped him, he just let out a wheezing grunt.
I was really getting sexed up, so I moved closer to the bed. I stopped off at the dresser to grab a candle from the bag, which I lit as I began to dance closer. I gyrated my hips and turned around and around, smiling wickedly at my helpless victim as I approached. All the while, Marie made him weep with her expert handling of the whip. After circling the bed for a long time, savoring my power, I climbed up on the mattress and stood over Bob. Marie stopped her whipping and got off the bed to begin dancing to the funky, frenetic rhythm. She held the whip between her legs with one hand in front and one in back, sliding it over her pussy as she performed.
As Bob weakly watched his other tormentor gleefully taunt him with her sex, I began to inflict a new sensation on his miserable body. When the first drop of hot wax landed on his shoulder, his head snapped up and he stared crazily at me with his mouth wide open. "I'm gonna make you burn, baby", I said, putting throaty emphasis on the word "burn". I moved the candle over Bob's helpless body and dripped wax onto his arms, chest, neck, back... and even on his forehead.
After about twenty drops or so, he was bucking so hard I almost fell off the bed. But I didn't... I just ruthlessly continued. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three... Bob was no longer begging with words. He was reduced to gags, grunts and gasps. After I went through more than three-quarters of the candle, Bob's entire torso seemed like it was covered with wax.
Marie was sweaty from dancing to the frenzied drums, and she hopped back onto the bed. I blew out the candle and Marie stood on the right side of Bob and straddled his right shoulder. I straddled his left and we hugged and kissed each other while we humped his head between us. We fucked like this for a good, long time... in no particular hurry to cum. Once we finally did... our hot pussies pressing down against each of his broad shoulders... we jumped down off the bed and stood back to appreciate our work. First I went to turn off the radio, then Marie and I stood with an arm around each other's hips, and we looked Bob over like a piece of abstract art... or a 4-H farm animal. "Exquisite, Heather", said Marie. "You really know how to destroy a man." "I've always considered myself a femme fatale", I laughed. "Always leave 'em beggin' for more!"
Marie's eyes widened as she focused on Bob's penis. "Holy shit! Look at his cock!" I looked down and couldn't believe my eyes. Bob's tortured cock seemed twice as big as when it was normally erect and it was deep purple. His nuts were incredibly engorged and looked as if they were about to explode. The straps were digging into his male apparatus and they looked as if they would break skin any minute. Bob's breathing was very fast and shallow. Obviously, we took him well over the edge with our last little torture session and now he was in a state that could require hospitalization if we didn't move fast. Marie saw no hurry. She walked up to him with a big smile on her face. "Does that hurt, Bobby?", she teased as she ran her fingers up his inner thigh. "Marie, I think we should remove the cock harness", I recommended. "We don't want his little pecker to fall off."
"I guess you're right, Heather. But not yet." I walked over to Bob and was just about to remove the leather straps when Marie stopped me, "Wait", she said. I just want to savor this moment a little longer." With that, Marie wet her lips and started to gently suck on the head of Bob's twisted cock. "Oh, you're sooooo cruel Marie!", I laughed. I look up into Bob's eyes as he wordlessly looked to me for mercy... imploring me with his eyes to make her stop. "That's good, Bobby", I said coldly and softly. "I like that expression on your face. It tells me that you finally understand what's happening here. It tells me that you are learning the bitter taste of total defeat." Bob looked away toward the door, with tears welling up in his eyes, biting his lower lip.
Meanwhile, Marie kept sucking and licking the head of a cock that would never come. "That's it, honey", I quietly taunted. "Cry like a little baby. That's what we're here for. To make you cry." Bob lurched his head back and looked straight up at the ceiling, letting out a loud, wavering sob. "Ooohhh... stop. Pleeeeeeease." Marie finally stopped, smiled, and slid a finger up Bob's ass. When he moved his hips in response, he wretched from the pain below his waist. I knew it was finally time to undo the cock harness... if for no better reason than to avoid getting puked on.
Smiling at the satisfaction of seeing Bob's cock twisted like a piece of beef jerky, I ran my finger over his taught scrotum to the snap at the base of his balls. Just for one last kick, I gave his bag a squeeze...causing him to violently throw his head back, hitting the wall. Giggling to myself, I unsnapped the wicked straps and removed the harness. Seeing Bob's cock free for the first time in many hours, I simply couldn't resist the temptation to stroke it oh so lightly. Not surprisingly, Bob still winced in abject agony. "I think we should tie him spread-eagle again and go for a swim", said Marie.
I agreed. First, though, we took him to the bathroom and let him do his thing. Of course, we chaperoned him to make sure he couldn't "play with himself". Then I fed him some more bread and water. After all that, we stretched Bob out again, tying his hands to the head of the bed and his feet to the foot. It would be a while before his cock returned to its normal size, so Marie and I figured to go and have some fun while the feeling slowly seeped back into Bob's numb groin. As for his balls, they would not shrink... they would eventually grow larger, if possible.
We put on our bikinis and slathered sun-tan lotion over each other's beautiful bodies as Bob stared. When we were done, I blew him a kiss and Marie laughed as we strode out the door. He would have plenty of time alone to think... and to be tormented by the returning sensation in his dick... he might even cry out for us to return, madly begging the silent walls. But he would be alone. In misery.
Chapter 11
Marie and I spent the better part of the afternoon on the beach... tanning and swimming and just relaxing. Neither of us even mentioned Bob for the longest time, but we both shared an unspoken sense of satisfaction and delight... knowing that while we luxuriated in the sun, our nemesis was suffering alone in the dark. We both felt powerful and sexy... and whenever a guy would eye us on the beach, Marie and I would smile at each other. I know what we were both thinking: "Don't mess with us boy... or you'll be so very sorry!" In fact, the spirit of the week was becoming more playful. We still had four days left and we'd long since conquered Bob. Now we could just continue to have fun toying with him and making his life a living hell.
We were ready to have some good clean fun. That day, Marie and I rented jet skis and zoomed around, then we went parasailing for free (after we sweet-talked the guy in the ticket-booth to slip us two tickets), and afterward we danced in the sun to a great reggae band on the beach. When we returned to the cabin, it was dark and silent. The air smelled faintly of sweat and Bob was laying still as a corpse. I quietly padded into the room for a closer look. Bob's eyes were open and he was staring blankly at the ceiling. A sweet, cruel wave of pleasure rushed through my body as I looked down at him - and I began to giggle. At the sound of my voice, Bob winced and squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to make it all go away.
Oh how he must have wished that he could open his eyes and wake up in his apartment... that this would all turn out to have been just a bad dream. But when he opened his eyes and turned to look at me, he stared directly at his nightmare, standing there in the flesh. Flesh that was more deeply tanned than this morning. Hair that was lighter than before... the blond highlights bleached by today's sun. Eyes that sparkled and laughed at him... moist lips that smiled as I examined his face. His poor, beaten face. His humiliation and defeat. Red eyes that said he could take no more. Lips that were dry and slightly parted. Shallow breaths carrying a faint whimper. Such a vulnerable man. Such a helpless victim. Tonight promised to hold hours of slow and deliciously wicked fun... the girls were going to work their boy over with exquisite attention to detail... gentle... physical and intimate.
Oh yes... tonight would be a night of slow, hot, sexy torture.... Marie sat in the chair against the right wall facing the bed and crossed her legs, which were glistening with tanning oil. "What do you have in store for Bobby now"? Bob wearily looked at me, visibly dreading my response. I looked back into his eyes for a good long while. "I'm not sure, Marie. I'm feeling so energized from our day... I want to get... intimate." "Intimate?", Marie asked. "Yes", I said, watching Bob lick his chapped lips and blink nervously. "I want to feel like I am touching every part of Bob's body... touching it and slowly tearing it apart." Bob closed his eyes again and turned his face back toward the ceiling... his face contorted as if he had just been sucking on a lemon. "Sounds... interesting", said Marie curiously.
I walked up to the bed and brushed my fingers up and down Bob's legs. "You know what I brought with me in my bag Marie? Bikini wax." I could see Bob's jaw muscles bulge as he clenched his teeth. "I really love a man with bare legs, don't you Marie? It makes me feel like I can get SO much closer to him." Marie was silent. When I turned, she was just shaking her head and smiling slightly. "Remind me never to get on your bad side, Heather", she said softly. I was startled by Bob's voice. His throat was obviously parched and his voice trembled with emotion.
"Y'know, H-heather... you could go to... t-to jail for a very long time for doing this. Marie... that goes for you too." He continued after pausing. "I could bring kidnapping... and assault charges against you." "Even rape charges?", I asked, coldly. "Y-yes", he said in a whisper. "Even that." There was another pause, then he spoke again. "B-but I swear to God... if you let me go now, I won't report any of this. I promise. I just can't..." "I'm supposed to believe YOU?", I snapped. "A maniac who tried to rape me and who tried to kill my friend?" Silence. I moved up to the bed, my fingers trailing up his body until I was leaning down over his face. "Never", I whispered, softly caressing his face. "I can never trust you. I will never forgive you. And I will make sure you never get what you want, ever again."
"Oh, Heather...", he sobbed. As he looked up at me I could see that he was scared shitless of me... of my absolute power over him. I leaned forward, as if to kiss him. When I could feel his moist breath and sense the closeness of his trembling, yearning lips, I gently whispered, "Never". I backed away from the bed and walked over to my bag. Marie was sitting, smoking a cigarette and just looking at Bob. "Marie, why so quiet?", I asked, as I fished out all the bikini waxing paraphernalia. She got up and walked to the cabin door and motioned me to follow her outside. Standing under a small cluster of palm trees, I looked out at the beautiful sunset. "Gorgeous!", I exclaimed. "You know, Heather. We never really discussed how we were going to end this thing."
Marie took a drag of her cigarette. She was right, of course. "Well, um", I began, but I found myself truly at a loss for words. "I mean what the fuck are we going to do with him, Heather?" "He won't be able to prove any of this", I said hesitantly. "Prove? I don't give a shit about that. I'm thinking about what HE'S going to do. You don't think he's not going to try to kill us... or get even somehow... do you?" The truth of the matter is, I hadn't thought about anything at all beyond this week. Stupid? Yes... but not unlike many other big vacations I've been on. Who needs to think about all the mundane details of returning home afterward? Of course, the real reason wasn't quite so flippant. The fact is, when you're consumed by the desire for revenge, you hardly think about anything but the sheer pleasure of having that revenge. "Well, do you?", Marie persisted. "I don't know", I answered. "I hadn't given it much thought." "You haven't given it ANY thought Heather, and neither have I. What are we going to do with the bastard when the week's up?"
I didn't have an answer, but I was growing angry. In fact, I was becoming furious. I walked briskly down the beach and Marie followed. "Where are you going, Heather?" I sped up. When I reached the surf, I spun around and screamed at Marie, "You mean to tell me that all this time... this WHOLE FUCKING TIME... when I thought we OWNED the son-of-a-bitch... that he was actually in control!" I was beside myself with rage. "So is that IT, Marie? Bob... FUCKING BOB! Bob gets the last laugh?", I felt my face flushing as tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt dizzy and sick... he couldn't.... this couldn't be happening. "It wasn't supposed to happen this way", I sobbed, and turned away to face the sunset.
We stood silent for a long time, just staring out over the ocean. It had grown dark by the time Marie and I walked a short distance up the beach and sat in the sand. We nestled against each other, rubbing each others arms... we were still in our bikinis and there was a slight chill to the night air. "We really only have two options", Marie said quietly. "We could let Bob go and face the consequences - legal, if he could swallow his pride and actually report this, and then if he could actually prove anything - and personal. It's ridiculous to think that he won't come after us immediately. And we know the kind of sick shit he's capable of."
"Right. And the other option?", I whispered, almost imperceptibly. "Well...", started Marie, "when people torture people in the real world, they normally don't have to worry about retaliation. They have the military or police behind them." I shuddered slightly at the comparison. "You mean we're NOT torturing him in real life, Marie?", I asked... a sob welling up in my throat again. "You mean we're different from state interrogators and rapists?" I was crying. She held me silently for a long time. "Well, we're not trying to get information out of him and we're not trying to silence his political views. This is different. This is.... retribution." "We still have only two options", I said slowly and deliberately. "One is to throw ourselves at the mercy of Bob's own revenge. And the other, obviously, is..." I stopped short. Afraid to finish my own sentence. "I could do it", said Marie, firmly. "I could kill him." "There HAS to be another way." "There IS no other way, Heather. Unless, of course, you're willing to keep him locked up in your basement for the rest of your life." I got up and began walking back to the cabin. Marie followed.
When I flicked on the light I was relieved to see Bob still tied to the bed. I had half expected to see him gone... maybe hiding around the corner with an axe, or something... but there he was. I was still in control of the situation. I felt mildly reassured, for the time being. "Where'd you bitches go?", Bob asked. I jumped - startled. His voice was louder. He even managed to sound sarcastic. "I guess I put a scare into you, eh Heather? Whatcha do Marie, talk some sense into the little cunt?" In an instant, Marie walked over to the bullwhip and picked it up off the floor. "What did you call her, deary?", she asked in a sweet soft tone. I know I couldn't have managed such a calm voice.
"Don't fucking touch me with that thing!", Bob screamed. "You girls are already in enough..." CRACK! Marie flogged Bob's chest with all her might, knocking the wind out of him. CRACK! She slammed it down again across his stomach. CRACK! Again, across his legs. CRACK! His chest again. Bob gasped, but couldn't take a deep enough breath to scream. Dropping the whip to the floor, Marie walked over to the bed. "Got something to say, sexy?", she asked in that same, sweet little-girl voice.
Bob's back was arched as he gasped for air... red welts forming on his body from the blows. I grabbed the bikini waxing kit I had earlier removed from my bag and sat myself down at the end of the bed. "You certainly don't elicit much sympathy", I said, my voice trembling slightly from rage. Marie came to the foot of the bed and waited for me to get everything ready... then she helped me apply the wax to Bob's legs. I didn't stop at Bob's waist, though. I applied the bikini wax to his chest hairs and underarms. Nobody said a word until we were done. "I'm going for a shower", I said, and headed off to the bathroom.
I whipped off my bikini and got into the shower... turning up the water good and hot. As soon as I stepped in, I began to relax. We still had half the week, maybe Marie and I would think of something else. In any case, I still wanted to enjoy this... and I needed to remove all doubt in my own mind that it was me who was in complete control. I needed Bob to acknowledge that tonight. I needed to see it in his eyes. I didn't dry myself.
Instead, I came out of the bathroom naked and wet. Bob stared at me. "Mmmm... you look sweet", purred Marie as she handed me a glass of white wine. After she handed it to me, she moved closer and pressed my clit with her fingers before sliding two into my pussy. I almost dropped the glass. But instead I moaned and took a sip. Marie continued to work me with her hand, and just as I finished my glass, I had an orgasm. I closed my eyes, shuddered and moaned. When I opened them, Marie smiled and took the glass from my hand. She kissed me on the lips and went to refill the glass.
Now it was time for the bikini wax torture! I sat myself next to Bob on the bed and I tousled his hair. "You ready, sweetie?", I asked. Marie set my newly filled glass of wine on the table next to the bed and smiled down at Bob, who was silent as stone. I decided not to play around... and began with the hair in Bob's left armpit. When I pulled on the wax, the skin under his arm stretched out far... and then *plunk*, out came the first couple hairs. Bob sucked air in through his teeth and hissed, "oh shit". *Plunk, plunk*, out they came. I took my time, trying to only remove one hair at a time. "Oh no please", blurted Bob. "I'm sorry about those things I said before... OW! OW! STOP!... pleeease. Please stop hurting me... I'm only human." I snickered as I ripped the remaining hairs from Bob's armpit. His entire body tensed and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream. I inspected my work under my trembling victim's arm. "Human, huh?" All the hairs were gone. "That's a laugh".
Chapter 12
Bob breathed fast through his teeth, smarting from the stinging pain in his left armpit, where the hair used to be. I scratched my fingertip over the bare skin and Bob emitted a miserable little whine. Still wet from my shower, I decided to straddle Bob's midsection so that he could be tortured by the sweet, warm sensation of my slippery thighs and soft, hot snatch... as I went to work on the hairs under his right armpit. He clenched his teeth as I slowly lowered myself onto his tummy. *Plunk!* Out came one hair. Bob bit his lower lip. *Plunk! Plunk!* He squeezed his eyes tight with pain as I rubbed my sweet pussy up and down his belly. It was enough to make me cum... and I knew that, in no time, I would. As I continued to slowly rip each hair from Bob's armpit, Marie bent over the bed and looked down into his face. Each time Bob's face twisted into a new expression of anguish, Marie laughed with rich delight. As I continued, she walked over to the fridge and took an ice cube from the freezer.
She returned just in time to rub the ice in Bob's newly smooth right armpit. Hardly able to breath, Bob let out a sound not unlike the creaking of a gate on rusty hinges. His constricted groan was followed by a sudden, almost convulsive sob. I could feel my pussy juices flowing onto his abs. This was all so very delicious. I slid about three inches down Bob's body, spreading my legs farther and settling my snatch down on his lower abdomen. At that point, I could feel the head of Bob's cock resting like a feather on the crack of my ass... the same perfect, firm ass he drooled over at the club. As soon as I sensed the contact, I gently rocked back and forth on his belly, making his cock rub my soft skin. I squeezed my ass cheeks, making them hug Bob's cock-head for just an instant, then I let go. I repeated this action a few more times before plucking the first few hairs from my victim's chest. "O-h-h-h, H-e-e-a-a-ther", Bob whispered. He swallowed hard. I plucked a few more hairs. He started to cry.
"What's the matta?", Marie taunted. "Aren't you man enough to take a girly bikini waxing?" She was looking down into his face again, smiling at him with that beautiful smile... and gorgeous eyes that displayed not a hint of pity. "Men are such sissies", Marie softly whispered, as she gently traced her fingertips over Bob's reddening face. "You just can't take it, can ya?", she mocked. "Hah, hah!" She kissed his sweaty forehead. I tore all the hair from Bob's right pec in one shot... his back arched and he screamed at the top of his lungs. A wave of orgasm shot from my snatch through my body, as if his pain sent an electric charge up through my spread legs, electrifying me with pleasure. As the orgasm peaked, I ripped the rest of the wax from Bob's chest, causing him to buck and hoarsely yelp... and I bounced up and down on him... fucking his agonized torso... in an absolutely ecstatic orgasm!
Marie was just smiling down into Bob's face, twirling a few of his hairs around her index finger. I knew that she must have been getting extremely turned on, savoring Bob's agony as I derived such cruel sexual pleasure from his writhing body. "It's my turn to ride the animal, Heather", Marie said, a broad smile on her face. I just smiled back and got off of Bob. Marie hadn't showered and her body was still covered with a glistening layer of tanning oil. She got on the bed and straddled Bob's tummy with her slippery legs and leaned forward to hug his head to her luscious, slippery breasts. She commenced to slowly grind her hips and rub herself all over Bob's upper body... rubbing his face in her cleavage, his body between her thighs... never touching his excruciated penis the entire time. Marie was taking her time... squirming against Bob's naked skin - something which, in most situations would have been anything BUT torture... so I decided to take my own sweet time as well.
I poured myself another glass of wine and started to work on Bob's pubic hairs. Again, pulling out only a few at a time, I was treated to Bob's wretched groans. To add another maddening counter-point to his pain, I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue as I slowly circled his manhood... pulling out every last pube. Before continuing, I tenderly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and just barely sucked on it. Bob convulsed and bucked under Marie's squirming body, and his unsuccessful attempts to get more of his forsaken manhood into my mouth drove Marie over the edge, and her breathy moans mingled with his pathetic grunts, as she came in much the same way I did just moments ago. "Weeee!", exclaimed Marie, as she slid her wet bush all over Bob's hairless torso, bathing him in her juices. "This is fun!" Eventually, Marie slid off of Bob.
He looked really funny at that point in time with no hair on his body, save for his legs. His trembling, hairless body looked so vulnerable; which is just what I wanted... I wanted Bob to have no defenses... I wanted to feel like I could kill him with a caress if I so desired. I wanted to be able to touch his soul. I looked at Marie and gave her a mischievous smirk. "I'll race ya!", I said. She didn't seem to understand. I gestured toward Bob's legs. "Choose your lane!"
Finally catching on, Marie smiled. She ran her fingers up and down Bob's left leg, then his right. "I'm not sure, Heather. What do YOU think?" I copied Marie and stroked each of Bob's legs. "Well", I said, "The left lane feels faster. I believe I'll take it." "Agreed", answered Marie. "Then I'll take the right." We both grabbed some wax far up on Bob's thighs. "On your mark", I said. "Get set. GO!!!" We were having such fun separating Bob from his body hair amid his acute screams, neither of us noticed who won the race.
Not surprisingly, Bob wasn't much help in judging the matter either. So we declared a tie and poured ourselves two more glasses of wine!