Chapter 22

Shannon was awakened in the night by a small, warm, gentle hand wrapped around and massaging his rejuvenating shaft into a vigorous rigid state. For a moment, his sleep fogged brain failed him and he dwelt in a rapturous dream of sensual bliss, wherein he lay upon a haremish couch being sexually administered to by a pair of lovely concubines... and then, his senses abruptly cleared, a delightful thought immediately occurring to him... reality was more enticing than his dream...

He lay between them in their naked loveliness: Madeleine slept, her soft, voluptuous body partially curled, close against him, her limp hand resting on his chest; Annette, on his left, writhed gently, her long willowy form sleek and satiny as it squirmed and pressed hotly, vibrantly to his own while her small, slender hand continued its taunting ministrations to his ever- hardening prick.

Finally, she whispered, her breath warm in his face: "At last, you're awake, Cheri. I was beginning to wonder if I'd lost my touch."

Shannon grunted softly as her small hand began to work the heavy foreskin slowly up and down his lengthening rod. He could feel the cool air brush against its naked, rubbery head as she drew the thick skin down below the coronal rim, then assisted it in its re-sheathing. He slipped his arm beneath and around her, his big hand cupping her small but resilient firm breast and felt the nipple harden against the palm of his hand as he drew her snugly to him. "Don't you ever sleep?" he whispered back, kissing the tip of her nose.

"I--I wanted to talk to you," she said.

"You've got a nice way of gaining a man's attention," he replied and she tittered softly.

"Well... I've got other things in mind too," she added, pressing the wet tip of her tiny tongue into his ear.

"I'd never guess," said Shannon, cringing pleasureably before her tantalizing tongue. "What do you want to talk about, teasing?"

"Sh-h-h-h," she hissed, giving his now solid prick a tight little squeeze as a galvanic chill rippled through her at the sound and thought of the whispered lewd word and all of its connotations. "Listen to me, Shannon, cheri... I want to join you... help you, eh?"

For a moment, he didn't answer. Then: "Join me... ? What do you mean?"

"Throw in with you... both of you... help you get the ransom money from my father," she said quickly, excitedly. "Don't you see? With my help, we couldn't fail..."

"And without it, we will, eh? Is that what you're saying?" Shannon whispered back at her.

"Maybe... maybe not, I don't know, Cher, but no one knows Gaston Larreau better than I do... I know how his evil mind works, and I believe I can out-guess him, where you might not be so lucky because you don't understand how he thinks, eh? Doesn't it make sense... ?"

"Why?" Shannon interrupted. "Why would you want to do this? I mean... we're going to take a half-million dollars from your papa, Baby..."

"So? You think I'm above stealing a half-million dollars from that pig?" she hissed vehemently. "I hate and despise him for as many reasons! He is evil... Oh God, Shannon, Mon cher... that's not all," she went on, her whispering voice mellowing suddenly. "I... I think I love you... and maybe even Madeleine too... I want to be with both of you... forever... is that so crazy, eh?"

Shannon swallowed tightly; she was writhing her warm sensuous body salaciously against him once more, her soft hand doing marvelous things with his cock and balls... and just the mere thought of her triad conjugal suggestion was enough to incite the growing lust inside him. "I... I don't know," he said after a moment. "Christ... I can't think right now... we'll have to talk to Madeleine about it anyway..."

"Merci, Cheri!" came a soft interrupting voice from his right, and Shannon felt Madeleine's gorgeous contours moving closer to caress his desire-tensing body possessively, her own hand making warm, delightful little circles against the lean muscles of his hairy chest. "I've been waiting for you to say that as I lay here listening."

"You've been awake all the time?" Shannon questioned, looking over at her in the darkness.

"Oui... I've been listening... and you made me happy... both of you," she replied. "Maybe, Annette's idea is a good one, eh? Wouldn't we have a better chance of succeeding... ?"

"In what, making love or kidnapping?" Shannon punned.

Both girls had raised to their elbows and Annette had turned on the small bedside lamp. They looked at one another above his chest and Shannon read the gleams of anticipation and excitement in their faces. Then, Madeleine's hand slithered down over his stomach causing gooseflesh to raise on him as her fingers trailed lightly through his pubic hair to cover Annette's hand still grasping his now aching cock. It was the most lewd three-way pact he had ever witnessed contracted.

"Christ!" he blurted. "You gals are driving me out of my mind. You got that prick up from its sleep, now, what're you going to do with it?"

For answer, Madeleine removed her hand and slowly eased down in the bed. While Shannon watched fascinated, Annette held his cock and Madeleine lowered her mouth down to it, abruptly enclosing the full, pulsating glans in a soft, warm pressure. He groaned, thrusting his loins upward automatically as the warm moistness of her ovalled, lips closed over the throbbing sensitive head.

Gently, Annette's small hand worked up and down the rigid shaft while Madeleine's lips slid down to meet her clasping fingers, and she began to suck it steadily, rhythmically... up and down with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each stroke.

Shannon tensed his loins and Annette leaned over him to dangle one firm taut breast with its distended nipple above his lips. Ravenously, he sucked it into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble and bite, causing the slender girl to gasp and whimper with the pleasure-pain. Below, at his crotch, Madeleine moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with the edges of her teeth. His prick was white beneath the scraping suck and rich purple at its smooth turgid head. He felt her hands cupping and cradling his balls while she plunged her mouth down over it from above. Suddenly, he raised his head slightly as he sucked at Annette's throbbing tit and saw his massive cock nearly disappearing right down Madeleine's throat. Annette had removed her hand and was dipping it into the moistened slit between her own legs.

Momentarily, Shannon's eyes fell on Launcelot standing erect at the foot of the bed, watching and whimpering as his great tail wagged back and forth. Fuck you, hound, he thought wildly. Go get your own bitches!

Madeleine's tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making the glans vibrate and pulse maddeningly. He watched her face stuffed with his cock, working over him hungrily, her lips being pulled out grotesquely, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked in wanton delight... and suddenly, she stopped.

"What the hell!" he gasped. "What're you stopping for, damnit... ?"

Madeleine smiled as she raised her head, tossing her long blonde-tinted hair back over her shoulders. "To try something else, Cheri!" she said scurrying to her knees beside him, and Annette raised in like fashion on the other side. "I have an idea... as well as a wild desire to have it another way, my Shannon? Will you let me do as I want... ?"

"Damn... I don't care what you do... but do something before I come unglued," he said, the pressure she had sucked into being causing his balls to throb and his prick to jerk achingly.

"Oui, Cheri!" Madeleine nodded enthusiastically. "I want it in my backside... may I... ?"

"Oh..." Annette gasped at the mere mention of the other's desire. "Oui... Oui... let me help, Cherie."

Wild spasms of lust twisted salaciously in Shannon's brain. "All right," he said. "But I'm not moving. The two of you can work it out your own way while I just lay here like some big fat potentate. How's that suit your fancy?"

"And we'll be your slaves!" cried Annette excitedly, delighted with the lewd and masochistic theme their private little orgy was taking.

"I'll just dictate," said Shannon, grinning.

"Oui oui!" agreed Madeleine. "So... what do we do first, Master?"

Annette tittered, her flesh tingling feverishly at the sound of the title Madeleine had used.

"Okay... Madeleine, you get on your hands and knees so that Annette can lick your tight little asshole and prepare it. How's that for starters?"