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Ch 3
Sunday evening turned into Monday morning and I was still tied to my bed. The boys were insatiable, especially Peter, who seemed to have taken a fancy to me. He ignored Ann and Kathy and took all his turns with me. It was flattering, but he seemed to be in a romantic mood and only wanted to fuck me. I had to remind him that I was a slave should be tortured me as well. When I finally convinced him that I liked the whip, he got with it and whipped me soundly. He discovered the delights of kneeling between my legs and whipping my breasts while he thrust his cock into me. In fact he was engaged in doing that when the house keeper walked in.
"Well, and just might you be?" Maria asked Peter.
A look of pure astonishment came across his face and he jumped off the bed. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Maria is a few years older than me and has worked for us since I came to the house after my wedding. She is a dear and loyal member of the family. She is large and imposing and since my husband died has taken on the role of my protector. We exchanged a glance and I saw the twinkle in her eyes. Embarrassed, poor Peter did not see it.
"Uh, I uh, I'm a friend of Mark from college," he stammered. "There are several of us here for spring break."
"Well being a guest doesn't give you the right to rape the lady of the house," Maria announced.
"Yes it does Maria," Tom said walking into the room. "Mom's in slave status."
"Slave night is Fridays, its now Monday morning," Maria said slapping him gently on the back of his head.
"Actually we extended slave night," Tom said. "Its still going on."
"Do you mean to tell me that you've had your mother tied up all weekend?" Maria demanded. She looked at me in astonishment.
"They've whipped me and fucked me hundreds of times," I pretended to pout.
She bent down and looked at my neck. "And they've been hanging you too I'd say, from the marks on your neck."
I nodded.
"And the girls too?" she demanded of Tom.
"Yeah, and did they ever like it! Kathy came about fifty times."
She folded her arms under her enormous bosom. "Just how many house guests do we have?"
"Four," he said.
"I thought there must be at least a hundred, judging from the mess the kitchen is in," she said.
"Oh, we were going to clean up, but forgot," Tom said sheepishly. "We got distracted with the slaves."
I was so tired I actually fell asleep while they were talking. I jerked awake when Maria began releasing my chains. She peered into my face for a moment, then turned to the boys in annoyance. "Don't you realize that this lady is exhausted? Just get your butts out of here and let her rest."
"Well, we aren't finished with her," Mark said, walking in the door. A couple of the other boys were behind him. "In fact, we are just getting warmed up." Mark is very much like his father, and when his father was the mood to torture a woman, she got tortured and that was that. My husband never took no for an answer. Mark is just like him.
"Then go get your sister and her cousin," Maria told him. "Leave your mother alone."
"We have been fucking the girls," Mark said. "But they aren't enough to go around."
Maria was removing my cuffs and tucking me under the covers. I curled up meekly, like a little girl.
"I'll tell you what, Maria," Mark said grinning. "If you want Mom to have a break, you'll have to take her place."
She was bending over me, adjusting my pillow. The boys couldn't see the tiny smile that appeared on face for a split second. She winked at me then straightened up and glared at them. She picked up the cuffs that been wearing all weekend. They were soaked with perspiration. She tossed them aside and took a fresh set from my closet. The boys watched as she buckled them tightly on herself. She added a wide slave collar and slipped into a pair of my highest heels, then she unbuttoned her dress.
The boys watched wide eyed as Maria stripped. They were stunned when she tossed her dress aside to reveal a skimpy black thong, thigh high hose and a transparent bra.
"Wow Maria, I didn't know, , ," Tom said in awe.
"Young man, I could write a book about what you don't know," Maria told him tartly. She unhooked her bra and her huge breasts spilled out. The boys cheered. Maria couldn't completely suppress a smile. She wiggled her pelvis. "Anybody want to take my panties off?"
A boy named Eric was the first to get there. He knelt almost reverently and grasped the waistband of her thong. She looked down at him. "Go ahead."
Eric slid Maria's thong down and she stepped out of it. They stared at her pussy as if they'd never seen one before.
"Its completely hairless," someone said.
"Uh huh, if I didn't shave it I'd have more hair on my pussy than on my head," Maria told them. They looked at the thick mass of black hair cascading around her shoulders.
"I like hairy pussies," one of the boys said.
"Well, you're going to have to make do with a bald one today," she said. "If you want hair, give me a few weeks warning the next time you come, then you can see a hairy pussy."
"You've got a deal, Ma am," the boy said reverently. I had to bite my lip.
Maria closed the curtains then bent over me again. She started to kiss me on the cheek, but I grabbed the sides of her head and kissed her on the mouth. She opened her lips and I slipped my tongue inside. The boys gasped in awe. I caressed her breasts while we kissed long and slowly.
Maria straightened up. She faced the boys while she expertly locked her wrist cuffs behind her back. Mark's eyes were flicking back and forth from me to her.
"Like I said, sonny boy, there's a lot you don't know about me," she said to Mark. "And a lot more you that don't know about your Momma." She winked at me as they led her out the door.
When I awoke its was mid afternoon. I peeked out the curtains. Everyone was under one of the trees. The boys had dragged some of the old torture equipment out of a barn. Kathy was locked into a pillory bent at the waist. A boy was fucking her from behind while another had his cock in her mouth. Ann was tied spread wide to stakes in the lawn and a boy was fucking her, but everyone's attention was really on Maria.
They had hung Maria upside down from a tree limb, her legs were tied wide apart and she was swinging wildly. The boys were pushing and pulling her body to make her swing. Two of them would each grab a breast and pull her upward, then release. They were whipping her as well and even at fifty yards distance I could see the bright pink on the skin around her pussy, I could also see the delighted expression on her face between her breasts.
Maria's breasts are so huge that when she is hung upside down they cover her face. We've made jokes about her suffocating that way. She was keeping them moving by twisting her body from side to side.
I was tempted to go down and join it, but decided to let Maria enjoy herself with all the boys' attention. I knew that she would figure out a way to get them to tie us together later. My husband used to tie me and Maria to a bed and force us to eat each other's pussies for hours. We cried and begged him not to do it, and I don't think he ever realized that secretly we loved every second of it.
That got me to thinking about Maria's shaved pussy. The first few dozen times I'd eaten it, it was lush and sweet with a thick curly mane of black hair. Many years ago, during a party, my husband had tied Maria to a table and made me shave her pussy as our guests watched, and she has kept it smooth shaven ever since. I like eating bald pussies, but still remember Maria's soft lush black pubic hair. Now that John was dead I thought I'd suggest that she stop shaving.
I smiled at a memory, twenty years earlier. I had been kneeling in the kitchen licking Maria's pussy when my husband came in and I barely managed to hide in the pantry. John yanked Maria over the counter, lifted her skirt and gave her bottom a few dozen swats with his riding crop, then he fucked her. He remarked about how wet her crotch was and decided that all her pussy hair must hold too much moisture. That night I was ordered to shave her. John didn't know that Maria's pussy was damp with my saliva as well as her own juices.
I went to the kitchen and made a cup of tea. Back in my room I dragged a chair to the window and opened the drapes. The boys were hanging Maria and the girls by their necks and playing the endurance game. Each slave had a tennis ball placed in her hand and tried to hold it as long as she could while being hanged; the last one to drop her ball won. The winner got her pussy eaten by one of the boys. I propped my feet on the window sill and watched them play the game all afternoon.
Sure enough, Maria managed to talk the boys into tying all the females together that night. It was probably no harder than Brer Rabbit and: 'Please don't tie the girls together and make them eat each other's pussy, and don't you dare tie me and your mother together either.'
After a dinner of pizza and cum, Maria called her family and told them that we had house guests and I had asked her to stay late to help with the entertaining, so rather than drive home late, she would spend the night. She's done that so many times over the last twenty five years that her husband and daughters thought nothing of it. The house has a servant's apartment and her husband thinks that's where she sleeps when she stays over.
We were taken to the large guest room. That room has two full sized beds. Ann was tied to one bed and I to the other, then the boys tied Kathy atop Ann, and Maria atop me. I had my mouth and nose in Maria's pussy before they finished tying her down.
Mark watched in surprise as I rubbed my face in Maria's pussy.
"Mom, have you done this before?" he asked astonished.
Maria raised her head and looked at him. "Like I said Mark, what you boys don't know about your mother could fill a book."
I winked at him between Maria's legs.
The boys turned out the lights and closed the door. I was so happy licking Maria's pussy that I barely heard the door open an hour later. Tom stuck his head in the room.
"Mom?"
"Hmmmm?" My voice was a little muffled.
"We just had a meeting downstairs and the guys decided to keep you all in slave status until Friday."
"All right dear."