Uncomfortable

"I'm really looking forward to writing my first report about you on Monday," she said.

"So help me, Margie," he growled, trying to keep his voice low but making a couple of heads near him turn, "if you dare--"

"Hush," she said softly as she put a finger on his lips. "They're going to be great reports. And soon I'll be congratulating you on a promotion. Winnie just called me." She bounced away from his desk.

He sat there stunned. Winnie had given in to Margie. He felt terrible for Winnie and he felt ashamed that he couldn't think of anything to stop Margie. He felt even more ashamed at the stirring in his pants as he thought about Winnie and Margie.

It took place the following Friday night, and Winnie and Bert both tried but failed to pretend everything was normal in the week leading up to it. Each day, Winnie seemed more distant and Bert grew more concerned about her.

When they arrived, Margie was the gracious hostess, welcoming them into her brightly lit apartment and offering them drinks.

"Show me your setup," Winnie said in a cold voice.

Margie led them to her bedroom and began talking about the placement of the lights and the four video cameras mounted on tripods behind each corner of the bed. She demonstrated the sensitive microphones near and even on the bed. They would capture every sigh and whisper, every soft squishy sound of bodies and tongues and fingers interacting. Margie would amplify them for the final video.

She showed how all the cameras would start at the same time when she threw a master switch. Afterward, she would take the video from each camera and edit them into a professionally finished product. She'd add some music, but it would be soft, so it wouldn't cover up the loud animal sounds of sweaty bodies abandoning themselves to hot sex.

"What about the close-up cameras?" Winnie asked.

"I didn't know you were a video aficionado, too," Margie said. "They're all around the bed but sort of hidden so they aren't caught by the other cameras. There are four of them. Every facial expression we make will be larger than life size and in full high definition. It will be the same with every follicle of hair and every ripple of our flesh."

Winnie asked Margie to show her the four hidden cameras. Margie showed her and then explained how she would move Winnie around.

"I'll make sure everything will be brightly illuminated and captured in the close-ups. You'll be surprised when you see the finished video. It will drive Bert crazy, and I hope it excites you, too."

Bert had no idea Winnie was interested in videography. The talk about watching the video was getting him hard.

Once Winnie checked everything out, she started to take off her clothes mechanically. She wants to get this over with, Bert thought, but he couldn't help getting more excited as Margie started to undress, too. There were two amazingly beautiful women disrobing in front of him. One was his beautiful petite wife, and the other was a voluptuous Amazon. He was nearly out of his mind with excitement.

"You have to take your clothes off, too, Bert," Margie said. Winnie didn't look pleased.

"No, you're not getting in on the action," Margie said, pulling an easy chair next to the bed and motioning for him to sit in it. "But when I look over and see you whacking off while we make love... I'll get even more excited."

The look Winnie gave him told him he better do no such thing, so he stood there.

"Our deal is that he would be naked," Margie said to Winnie. "What he does with his cock is up to him. Tell him to take his clothes off."

Winnie said nothing, but she nodded to him, and then she crawled onto the bed and lay down with her head on a pillow and her knees up and spread apart.

"I'm so glad you're natural," Margie said. "Your bush is almost as big as mine. I'm going to explore every square inch of that jungle."

Bert undressed and sat in the chair. He watched as Margie crawled on the bed and moved between Winnie's legs. Winnie didn't tell him anything about her deal with Margie, but he could tell that she wasn't required to act as if she was enjoying this, because when Margie began stroking Winnie's legs and running her tongue up and down Winnie's thighs, Winnie lay there like a log, breathing normally and showing no signs of arousal.

For a while, it was silent in the room. He thought he could hear Margie's tongue sometimes, but he wasn't sure. She had moved it to Winnie's pubic hair. He could see it because Margie moved Winnie around so that his view was unobstructed. Then he heard a noise.

He looked up to see a horrible expression on Winnie's face. She was holding her breath and clenching her teeth. It looked like she was in terrible pain, but Bert knew better. She was trying to hold back the feelings that she was beginning to feel. She hates it, Bert thought, but she can't control how her body is responding.

Then there was a huge explosion of breath, and Winnie began to gasp and cry and moan, all at the same time. Her body began twitching, and Bert looked down between her legs and saw that her vagina was wide open and bright red, and her juices were flowing and dripping onto the bed. Margie's tongue was flicking so fast he could barely see it move.

He heard the sound Winnie made when she came hard, and he saw her body bounce in the air. That's one, he thought.

He continued to count and he peered between Winnie's legs and tried to see what Margie was doing. It was hard, because Margie moved quickly from one thing to another. Some of it was slower, like when she was lapping up Winnie's sap as if she was licking an ice cream cone. But most of it was frenetic, moving all around the area between her legs.

Then it all stopped for a second. Margie lifted her face up and looked at Bert. She was covered from forehead to chin with Winnie's juices, and she was smiling broadly.

"Here comes the earthquake," she announced and then ducked back down between Winnie's legs.

He tried to see what she was doing, but he couldn't tell much because Margie's mouth was pressed between Winne's legs. He did see that Margie had a finger in Winnie's ass. Then he heard Winnie take some deep breaths and start panting like a dog. Her whole body began moving from side to side, and then it began lifting off the bed and dropping back down. He heard a small high-pitched sound that got gradually louder and turned into a blood-curdling scream. With a final tremendous slam of her body into the bed, the scream stopped a second and then burst out one more time. Then, all he heard was panting and crying.

Winnie lay on the bed for a while as she caught her breath. She continued to cry quietly, and there was a strange expression on her face that Bert had never seen before.

Bert forgot that Margie was even in the room until he heard her voice. She sounded overjoyed.

"Winnie, you are the most amazing woman I've ever fucked. Your whole body is fine-tuned for lesbian sex. I wish I could respond as totally as you just did, but at least I came just from watching your ecstasy and knowing I was the one responsible.

"I'm sure your brain is fighting with your emotions. But it will soon understand that your feelings are authentic and allow you to accept that you were born a lesbian and you've finally come home.

"You are one in a million, and I'm selfish. I'm not going to let any other woman near you. I'm going to mark you for myself, so you become mine and no one else's.

"You will love bending to my will because your reward will be more of what you experienced just now. Now that I've unleashed your true feelings, you will want this kind of loving like a drug you're addicted to. I need to mark you to make sure nobody else will give it to you except me.

"Bert doesn't need to go away. He'll be plenty satisfied watching us, and you'll take care of him alone, too, when I tell you to. Once I've marked you, all you will want to do is please me so you can receive more of the drug that only I can provide."

There was no response from Winnie other than the crying. After a while, the crying stopped, and Winnie quietly sat up and moved to the side of the bed. Margie took her place in the center and spread her legs the same way as Winnie had.

"I don't expect you to be as good as I was, because this is your first time," Margie said. "You agreed to give me as many orgasms as I gave you, but that's impossible. After you've satisfied me a few times, I'll tell you when to change positions for the next part."

Margie's ravings made Bert nervous, especially the part about marking Winnie. What did that mean? Did Margie intend to brand his wife or pierce her? Could he stop her? Would Winnie let him stop her? He watched as Winnie went to work, and in a matter of minutes, he forgot his concerns as pure lust washed over him again.

Margie was silent at first, but then she began talking and never stopped, except when she was out of breath and gulping for air.

"Are you sure you've never done this before, Winnie? I know you're imitating what I did, but that tic-tac-toe thing you just did with your tongue on my clitoris was brilliant."

Bert started to count Margie's orgasms. After the third one, Margie babbled in a baby's voice.

"Mommy, mommy, you are the best mommy!"

After a couple more, she stopped Winnie because she had to catch her breath.

"Winnie, you can forget the sex slave training," she proclaimed. "You already know more by intuition that I've learned my whole life. How in the world did you do that thing with your finger and tongue so I couldn't tell which was which?"

Bert saw Winnie lift her head and begin moving it back and forth so her hair was whipping between Margie's legs. Margie had spread her legs wider than Bert thought possible, and she looked grotesque, because her position pushed out her bright red vagina and made it seem huge. Her juices seemed to be flowing like a river as Winnie's hair lashed it.

"Stop!" shouted Margie. "If we don't do the sixty-nine right now, I won't have any energy left."

Winnie slipped under Margie and they began tonguing each other. Margie lifted her head as she had another orgasm and saw Bert'S face. She called to Winnie.

"Look at your husband, Winnie. He's in tremendous pain. Tell him it's OK to whack off or you're going to have to take him to a doctor, because he's about to burst."

Bert saw Winnie's gleaming face turn to him. She was covered with Margie's secretions and looked as if she had just stepped out of a swimming pool. Her eyes had a dazed look as she stared at him a moment and then nodded. He put his hands to work.

"Ooooooh!" Margie screamed. "Watching Bert is getting me near to exploding again. Let's see what this does for him."

She raised her body up and slid back a few inches. Then she reached behind her and grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled them apart and lowered herself onto Winnie's body again. Bert saw that Margie's anus was pushed right onto Winnie's mouth. Winnie twisted her body and tried to push Maggie up with her hands, but the larger woman pushed down hard and prevented her.

"Can she hear me?" Margie asked Bert.

Bert looked at Winnie's face. Not much of it was visible because it was pushed deep into the crack of Margie's ass. But her ears weren't covered.

"Yes," he said and the sound of his voice startled him. He was horrified by what Margie was doing to his wife, but his voice showed how excited he was to be watching it. He hoped Winnie didn't notice.

"Winnie, you need to explore my asshole with your tongue," Margie said. "You're not going to like this part, but I need to do it to mark you. It's the beginning of your submission to me. Don't make it hard on yourself. As soon as you start, I'll raise up enough so you can breathe through my ass hair. Otherwise you're going to pass out. If you do that, it won't be for long, because I have some smelling salts."

Margie stopped talking. Winnie continued to struggle in vain to get free. Her struggles began to slow down. She was running out of breath. Then Margie gave out a little shriek.

"Yesssss! Oh that feels so great. I'm marking you as mine in your mind. You'll always remember the taste and smell of me the first time you ate my ass out."

Margie lifted her ass, and Bert heard Winnie gasping for air. After a minute, Margie lowered herself again. This time Bert could see Winnie's nose in Margie's crack. Everything below that, down to her chin, was still embedded inside Margie's butt.

As Winnie tongued Margie's anus, Margie began squirming. She reached down and got two of her fingers working on her clitoris.

"As soon as I come, I'll let you up," she said to Margie. "You should see Bert. He's going crazy watching us."

Bert was in a zone now and he had no idea what he was doing with his hand. All he knew was that he couldn't stop. Then he exploded and his semen flew high and wide.

"Oh, wow!" Margie yelled. "That wasn't me, Margie. Your husband just blew his top and sprayed us both. I think the sight of that is bringing me over the edge. There, there, there, there. Oh, I can't stop. Do you feel me spasming around your tongue? I feel like I'm grabbing it with my ass and twisting it. I think that was the last one. No, here's one more."

When Margie stopped coming, she collapsed on top of Winnie, who was so lifeless that Bert thought she had passed out.

After a couple of minutes, Margie took some deep breaths and then slid forward on Winnie. When Winnie's mouth came free of Margie's ass, Bert saw she was blowing little bubbles as she breathed through the puddle of saliva covering her mouth. That was the only sign of life.

Margie kept sliding forward until she was sitting on Winnie's stomach. She stood up with her legs straddling Winnie's body and stepped over her with one foot, turned around and moved a foot back over her so she was straddling her in the opposite direction.

She sat down on Winnie's stomach again, this time facing Winnie's legs, and leaned forward. She stuck a finger into Winnie's vagina and began moving it in and out. Then she added a second finger and a third. She raised her head and looked at Bert and laughed. He lay back in his chair exhausted, but he was getting hard again.

When she stuck a fourth finger in, Winnie's eyes popped open and she looked around frantically. When she realized what was happening, she began twisting her body and trying to throw Margie off.

Margie bounced on her like a rider on a bucking horse and then raised up and dropped hard onto her stomach. The air went out of Winnie, and her struggling slowed. After Margie did this twice more, Winnie could barely move.

"I'm sorry I had to do that," Margie said, "but this is the second part of marking you, Winnie. It's something else that will remind you of your submission to me. I'm tucking my thumb behind the four fingers in your vagina and pushing slowly. Your pussy juices gushed so much from all the times you came that I don't even need lube. I don't need to push hard. Just a little pressure will do the job. You should see your husband's face. It's as red as a fire engine."

"Oh!" Margie exclaimed as her whole hand went into Winnie's vagina up to the wrist.

Bert couldn't believe his eyes. Winnie was moaning, but Margie ignored her.

"Now I need to mark your asshole, and then we're done and our life of pleasure can begin," Margie said. Winnie began bucking again, but Margie dropped down hard on her stomach once more and she stopped.

Bert saw Margie reach down to the floor and pick up an open can of Crisco. She put it on the bed and scooped out some of the white shortening with two fingers and began pushing it into Winnie's ass. She added more scoops and pushed them until they disappeared.

"You're all lubed up, Winnie, so just relax and it won't be too hard."

As she had done with her fingers in the vagina, she began inserting them into Winnie's ass, but much more slowly.

"I'm almost there," she said when she was pushing her bunched up thumb and fingers in. "Try to relax your muscles and don't fight me. Your body is still fighting my hand, and that will make it hurt a lot longer after we're done."

Margie pushed and twisted her hand around until it finally burst into Winnie. Winnie screamed as it went in and her body began jerking in all directions as she tried to shake off Margie's hands in her vagina and ass.

Margie's face glowed as she watched Winnie. She had a tired but satisfied smile on her face as she looked over at Bert. What she saw energized her to speak.

"Bert just came again," she said in a triumphant voice. "In his own way, he was celebrating our union. Now that I've marked you, the three of us are joined forever."

After a few minutes Winnie's body slowed its movements and then stopped. Margie carefully pulled her hands free and instructed Bert to go to the bathroom and bring back a wet washcloth, some soap and a towel. Winnie lay quietly as Margie cleaned her up. The only sounds in the room were Winnie's chest heaving and her occasional sobs. When she was finished, Margie leaned over and kissed her and then got off of her and stood up.

When Margie stood up, Winnie took a deep breath and scrambled out of the bed. As she landed on the floor, she screamed in pain and put one hand between her legs. But she only stopped a second before running to the chair where she had put her purse and reaching into it.

When she turned around, Bert saw a large hunting knife in her hand.

"Winnie!" he yelled. "No, Winnie, she's not worth it."

Winnie ignored him and started walking toward Margie. Margie jumped off the bed and ran to the far end of the room and stared at Winnie in fright. She shifted her weight on her feet and prepared to run again, but Winnie didn't go after her.

"That's it, you bitch!" Winnie spat at her. "Stay right where you are. I warned you I wouldn't go for any rough stuff. You marked me? Ha! What a bunch of garbage! I should mark you by cutting you into little pieces. Bert!"

He was still sitting in the chair looking at Margie and Winnie in a daze. Winnie was facing Margie, so he didn't realize she was talking to him until she yelled "Bert!" again.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm going to move over there," Winnie said, taking a few steps, "so I can see Margie and you at the same time. You're going to go to each tripod and remove the camera and place it on the bed. Come on, let's go!"

Bert had no idea what was going on, but with that knife and that wild look in her eyes, Winnie didn't seem ready for any discussion. He got the cameras and put them side by side on the bed.

"Now, I'm going to tell you where each of the hidden cameras are," she said, "and I want you to put them on the bed, too. If I find out that Margie didn't tell me about one, I'm going to visit her with this knife, no matter where she runs to.

"You like excitement, Margie? Well, you'll be looking behind you for the rest of your life waiting for me to find you. Or else you can tell me right now whether there are any cameras you didn't tell me about."

"No, I showed them all to you," said a voice in the corner.

"Good," Winnie snapped.

After all the cameras were on the bed, Winnie walked over to them, put down her knife and began picking them up one by one and examining them until she found where the recording drive was. Then she removed it.

"No!" screamed the voice from the corner, and Margie began walking toward the bed.

Winnie stopped and turned around. She picked up her knife from the bed.

"Get back in that corner, Margie," she said quietly. "You're bigger and stronger than me, so maybe you can get the videos away from me. The only question is whether you can do that before I cut off one of your breasts and grind it up in the garbage disposal."

There was a shocked gasp from Margie as she moved back to the corner. Winnie finished removing all the recordings and stuck them into her purse.