I wondered what she was trying to tell us, but before I
could frame another question, Jean asked, "Tell us about the
powerful ones, girl. Can you remember what made them that way?"
"Yes, I can . . . but I'm a little embarrassed to talk about
it."
Bending forward, I used my finger tips to pull open the lips
of her pussy, watching her finger roll her clit.
"Then all the more reason to tell us," I interjected. "It's
the stuff about which we are most embarrassed that's often behind
the greatest erotic charge."
"Exactly," chimed Jean. "Remember, you're our slave, so
tell us everything girlfriend."
I presented the wet tips of my fingers to Jean. She sniffed
them and said, "I'm beginning to understand why you keep
snitching my panties, Billy."
Margi looked back and forth between us, straining her neck
trying to see Jean behind her. I nodded to her. "Go on."
"You guys make me forget what I'm saying . . ."
"The most powerful cums," I prompted.
"Oh yeah! Well, it had something to do with the fear of
getting found out. That some one would catch me. The closer I
got to discovery, the more powerful my cums got. A couple a
times I got caught with my hand in my panties as I was about to
cum and it shot me over the edge. I just doubled up and groaned,
it was so strong."
I scrunched a little closer again. Margi had to lift her
thighs even higher as I moved in. She looked down and saw my
cock, inches from her. She tentatively reached out to touch me
and I said, "In a moment. But right now, I want to look at you.
I want to touch you. Have you ever been this open for anyone?"
She shook her head and continued to look at my cock, now
bobbing. I ran my finger through her slit. It was swampy and the
musky scent of her was filling the room.
"And have you *wanted* to show yourself this way? "
She nodded her head vigorously. "All the time! I don't
understand it, but I *want* to be seen. I put myself in
positions where I'll be exposed and then almost die of
embarrassment when I am. And I keep doing it. I get so hot
sometimes I have to . . ."
"Masturbate?" Jean prompted.
"Yes. I *have* to get off. I even stick things up inside
of me." She paused and then added, "God, I can't believe I said
that!"
Turning her back to the moment, I asked, "Can you feel it in
your pussy when Jean pinches your nipples?"
I nodded to Jean. Margi gasped with the intensity of Jean's
pinch. "Can you feel that in your little cunny, Margi?" Jean
asked, tugging on her swollen nipples.
Margi bobbed her head and groaned, as she slid down a bit,
pushing her cunt at my fisted cock. I slid the head of my dick
up and down through her wet slit and said to her, "Margi, bring
yourself off for us. Show us how you cum. We want to watch you,
your pussy, your sweet cunt. Watch it drool. Make it foam, girl.
Jill off for us."
She looked wildly at me for a moment and then surrendering,
she threw her head back, her neck arched, tits thrust forward and
slipped the fingers of her right hand into her cunt as she began
rolling her clitoral hood with her left hand.
I began to tap on the engorged and jutting tip of her clit
with the head of my cock, much as I'd done with Jean once a few
years before. And like Jean had done, she began a grunting moan
that sounded like, "Hmmmm, uh, uh, uh," over and over, thrusting
her hips at me, plunging her fingers into her swampy core. My
desire was surging.