DON`T TELL MOMMA Part 1

Melinda Madison had her first orgasm one week after her sixteenth birthday. She was alone at the time.
It was springtime and the weather was starting to get a lot warmer. The grass was turning green fast.
The sun was baking off the mud. The baseball team had already begun their season at the high school.
Melinda was feeling hornier than she had ever felt before. She didn’t know what was getting into her.
The little girl figured that she had one nasty case of spring fever. And she could tell that it was going to get worse before it got better.
She had never thought about sex much before that spring. She just hadn’t been terribly interested in the subject. She knew that the boys in her class seemed to think about it all the time. But they were crude and immature. And then — BAM! Melinda found that she could think of nothing but sex. She spent every waking minute thinking about how nice it would be to have a long hard cock slipping in and out of her pussy. She found that she was having difficulty sleeping at night. She would stare at her ceiling for a long time praying that the ache in her loins would go away. Melinda always slept with her hands above the covers. That’s what nice girls were supposed to do. Melinda liked to think of herself as a nice girl. She certainly had never touched herself. But her willpower was wearing thin.
There were times when Melinda wished that she could be like her sister, Michele. They were the exact same age. Actually, Michele was about fifteen minutes older. They were twins. Identical twins. They shared the same room upstairs in their white house. The girls lived alone with their mother. Daddy had run off with a neighbor lady five years before. There had been quite a scandal. The twins lived in a small town where gossip could ravage the village faster than a tornado. It had been hard at school for a while, but eventually the teenagers felt as if life had returned — more or less — to normal. They had no idea how much their mother’s separation from her mate had warped her. Michele and Melinda thought that their mother worked in the city as a waitress. They were wrong.
Melinda was the shy twin. She would blush if she made eye contact with a boy. Not so Michele. She was the bold one. She had even gone all the way with a boy a couple of times. Michele had tried to describe how good it felt to be fucked to Melinda — but the quiet twin said she didn’t want to hear. Melinda had pretended to be shocked. Deep down inside Melinda wanted to hear all of the details.
On this particular night Melinda was home alone. Mommy worked nights. Michele was spending the night at a friend’s house.
Melinda knew that she would have complete privacy for a long time. She knew that her willpower would finally give out. Melinda decided that it was time she found out what all of the fuss was about.
She was going to touch herself!
Melinda Madison was going to touch herself in an impure manner.
It was a major decision and it made her nervous the second she made it.
She could feel a thousand butterflies in her tummy.
Her stomach felt as if it were tying itself up into knots.
Her heartbeat increased in rapidity until it was racing.
She felt as if her ticker would beat right out of her chest.
Melinda was alone in her room. There was nothing to stop her. She still had all of her clothes on. She got up and stood in front of the full length mirror mounted on the inside of her closet door.
She winked at herself. Melinda was not a large girl. She stood only a fraction of an inch taller than five feet. She was built on a small frame and had never weighed more than ninety-five pounds. Naturally, neither had her sister. In appearance, the two little girls were the same in every way. It was only in their attitudes toward life that the twins differed — and there they differed greatly. Michele had been grabbing for all of the physical pleasure she could ever since she was fourteen. The older twin was known around town as “a good sport”.
Melinda had never even been out on a date. She had been too frightened. A couple of guys had asked, but she had always turned chickenshit. She had always invented an excuse to say no.
Her biggest fear was that she felt she would enjoy sex too much.
That was certainly the biggest reason she had never touched herself.
She feared she would be opening her own personal Pandora’s Box.
Melinda Madison had golden blonde hair. It grew in tight curls out of her pink scalp thickly.
Melinda thought that her hair looked like a mops — like Harpo Marx’s wig. Everyone else in the world thought that Melinda’s blonde curls were very cute. She was not a vain girl. She was filled with insecurities. Michele had the same hair and thought that it was “bitchin’”.
Melinda’s eyes were large and round. They tended to always express her feelings. Melinda knew that her big baby blue orbs gave her away every time. She knew that she could never be a liar. She certainly knew that she could never be an actress.
Her eyes were the color of the summer sky. They were the color of robin eggs. They sparkled merrily whenever she was happy. But Melinda was not happy nearly as often as every one thought she should be. Mommy treated her mean, and she was not popular at school. Everyone wondered why she couldn’t be like her sister. Melinda tried not to think about it. Whenever she thought about her life she became maudlin and felt like weeping. Somehow, the little girl knew that it wasn’t healthy to be crying all the time — no matter how crummy her life seemed.
It was a Friday night. Mommy always worked very late on Friday nights. She said that the restaurant where she worked was open twenty-four hours. Melinda sometimes thought that it was funny that she had never known the name of the restaurant where Mommy worked — and neither she nor her sister had ever been allowed to go there and visit.
Mommy got angry when the subject was mentioned so Melinda had never pursued the matter too far. Mommy’s wrath could be ugly when she seethed with ire. Melinda had once been locked in the closet for, forty-eight hours.
Melinda Madison had a perfect peaches and cream complexion.
She had never had a blemish in her entire life. Neither had Michele, but the older twin’s face usually had mosquito bites on it. Michele had a liking for rolling in wooded areas naked.
Melinda’s nose was very tiny. A mere button. It was turned up a little at the end. Her nostrils were oval-shaped and tended to flare wide whenever she was excited about something.
Melinda tilted her head back a little and raised her chin. Her mouth was not large. But her lips were full and sensuous. She and Michele had pouting mouths. They looked as if they needed to be kissed very badly. At least that was what the boys in town thought.
Melinda Madison puckered her lips a little. She could feel the blood rushing down in her body toward the insides of her thighs and her loins. Melinda could feel both her inner and outer cunt lips swelling rapidly with the blood of her engorgement. She could feel a deep ache of desire forming in her lower abdomen. Her loins felt as if they were filled with a thousand hornets — all poised to sting her pussy simultaneously. The little girl could feel the glands at the sides of her vulva begin to secrete her natural lubrication. Melinda could tell that her pussy was going to get all wet and slippery. That had been happening frequently. It seemed like there were days when she had to change her panties four or five times because she kept soaking out the crotch.
Melinda could feel the cunt juice pooling at the base of her slit.
She could tell that it wouldn’t be long before her pink panties would be wet.
Her panties were skimpy bikini bottoms. Cotton.
Pink with little red hearts all over them. Precious.
She was wearing a tee-shirt with no bra underneath.
She needed no bra. Nature did her lifting and separating.
For a tiny girl, Melinda Madison had huge tits. They defied gravity. They were ripe round melons that rested high on her chest. They were pert. Perky. They were so peppy with her youth that her nipples pointed slightly upward. She had large nipples — the size of silver dollars when she became sexually aroused — as she was at that moment — her nipple became very erect. They burned and buzzed. Her feminine erections yearned to be stroked. But she had never touched those aching rosebuds.
Until now.
Melinda made kissy motions at herself with her pouting lips. She winked at herself once again. Her eyebrows and her eyelashes were just as light as the hair that grew out of her scalp. The pretty little blonde had very long lashes. They were curled at the tips. They licked lightly at her high rosy cheekbones when she winked at herself. Her lips were as red as cherries — in spite of the fact that the pretty little virgin had never worn any lipstick in her life. She had a nervous habit of licking at her full lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them. She didn’t even know that she did it. The boys in town could feel their balls ache when she moistened her kissers with the tip of her pink taster.
They felt embarrassment over the bulges in their jeans, those boys.
Melinda and Michele lived in a very small town called Rushdale. Rushdale was no more than a crossroads beside Black Creek, just east of Syracuse, New York. The town was not far from the old Erie Canal bed.
It was the sort of town where all of the houses were painted white. Someone could be tarred and feathered in Rushdale for painting their house any other color. All of the houses were likewise trimmed in Kelly green. The streets were all narrow. Each and every street was lined with mature maple trees, in the summer the streets looked like green tunnels. In the fail there was much raking to be done.
The town was rural. Many of the townies were farmers who owned land to the south. Only in the last fifteen years had white collar workers who commuted into Syracuse been moving in. Rushdale was unprepared to become a suburb — but there were folks that said that that was the wave of the future. It couldn’t be stopped. It was only a matter of time before housing projects began to spring up — filling the halls of the high school with pieces of white trash. At least that was what the super-conservative folks of Rushdale believed.
Melinda could see that there were bumps in the front of her shirt.
She quickly removed her top and tossed it aside.
Her breasts looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her nipples were cherries at their tips. Her nipples were very hard and erect. She watched her tits bounce up and down a little as she moved. Melinda could feel the crotch of her pink panties getting wet. Her pussy flesh was quivering with anticipation. She could feel the material of her panties crawling up between her swollen outer labia — making her cunt feel as if it were caught in a trap. She needed to get naked. She needed to be free. Wearing clothes made Melinda feel as if she were bound stringently. Her cunt was suffocating. It needed fresh air. It needed to breathe!
Her breaths were getting shorter and closer together.
It occurred to Melinda that she was starting to pant.
She was panting just like a wild jungle beast. A cat.
A cat in heat. Panting like the animal she wanted to become.
Melinda could feel her knees starting to shake.
The little girl was wearing super-tight designer jeans.
They looked as if they had been applied with spray paint.
Melinda could feel her fingers shaking as she reached down to her waist.
Melinda had a perfect hourglass figure. Her waist was very slim.
The little girl had a perfect round ass and shapely legs.
Her ass wiggled from side to side when she walked — although Melinda was not aware of this. She couldn’t see herself from behind. The pretty little blonde virgin did not know that there were boys in town who would turn around and walk in the other direction, or cross the street, just for an opportunity to watch Melinda’s ass as she strolled down the sidewalk.
Melinda unbuttoned the sole button that held her dark blue pants together at the top. She fumbled with the button for a moment before she got it unfastened.
Melinda grabbed the top of her fly between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it all the way to the bottom. Melinda had to arch her fingers as she did this so her long nails would not get in the way.
One of the few womanly vanities Melinda allowed herself was a professional looking manicure — which she did herself. Her fingernails were long and very close to the same length. She had filed them carefully so that they had a common roundness to their tips. They curled under slightly — making them resemble the claws of a jungle cat.
She always kept her fingernails painted a deep red color. That was so it would be more difficult to tell her sister and she apart. Michele always kept her fingernails and her toenails painted the same deep red color. Michele said she liked that color best because it was the color of “blood oozing from a fresh wound”. There were times when Melinda thought her sister was a little strange. Michele was more like Mom, than Melinda. They both had a mean streak — there could be no doubt about that!
Mommy never had any trouble telling her daughters apart.
Melinda was always the one to get slapped at the dinner table.
Mommy never made a mistake and hit the wrong girl. Melinda was the only one to be punished — and she was punished frequently.
Melinda couldn’t even remember her mother raising her voice to her sister. It was clear that Michele could get away with anything. Melinda could get away with nothing. Melinda sometimes got punished for doing nothing at all. That was just one of the ways that Mommy had fun. At sixteen years old, Melinda was starting to think she was getting a little old for having her bare fanny spanked with a paddle!
Melinda hooked her thumbs under the top of her bluejeans and the elastic to her pink bikini panties simultaneously. She wiggled her hips from side to side.
Melinda sighed as she felt the cotton pull out from between her swollen outer cunt lips.
A quick glance downward verified their wetness.
The pretty little blonde kicked off her sneakers. She was wearing no socks. She pointed her foes as she pulled off her bottoms. She kicked her jeans and panties carelessly into the corner of her bedroom. The closet was on the same side of the room as the bed. She would only have to take a couple of steps to get prone — a move that Melinda felt was in her very near future.
Her knees were shaking more severely than before, and the muscles in her legs were feeling weaker by the second. Melinda couldn’t help but wonder how long her legs would be able to support the weight of her body. She was starting to think that masturbation was something she would have to do while laying down. Melinda winked at herself in the mirror one more time and closed the door to the closet. She stepped over to her bed and got on her back. At first she stretched her shapely legs out straight in front of her. Then she parted her thighs to a perfect ninety degree angle. Her feet were off the edges of the single bed. She moved the balls of her feet flat to the bedspread and raised her knees in the air. She pointed her knees at opposite walls of her bedroom and kept her feet close together. Her tiny toes were tightly curled under. Like Michele, Melinda kept her round toenails painted a deep red color.
Melinda could feel the sexual tension in her loins getting very bad. She was a great deal hornier than she had ever been before. She was still frightened. Her chest heaved — taking her breasts along with it — as she struggled to suck fresh air deep into her lungs. The little girl could feel her thick natural lubrication rolling out of the base of her pink pussy slit. It rolled over the single inch of mucous membrane between the bottom of her twat and her tight puckered asshole. Melinda had two curls of blonde pubic hair above and to the sides of her clit. Her outer labia and the crack of her ass were bald. This made her cunt look even pinker and more delicious that it would have anyway.
At that moment Melinda could feel her clitoris starting to swell — pushing out from under the semi-circle of flesh above it. The sheath all but covered her love button when she was not aroused. Now it was being pushed upward and back by the swelling in the center of her womanly pleasure.
Melinda had both of her pillows on top of one another, propping up her head. She could wait no longer. She was hungry for pleasure. Melinda began to roll her fingertips lightly over her nipples. She could feel those feminine erections throbbing and growing harder against her hypersensitive fingertips. She found that it was increasingly difficult to keep her hips still. She found that she was gyrating her lower torso. She ground her ass cheeks downward against the bed.
Melinda got each of her erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She rolled them back and forth for a moment and then began to pinch them lightly. She could feel every nerve-ending in her nervous-system tingling. Her entire body — all ninety-five pounds of her — was completely in tune with her emerging sexuality. The little girl could tell that she was about to change her life. She knew that she would never be able to stop thinking about sex once she knew how good an orgasm felt.
Melinda could tell that she was starting to make a wet spot on the bedspread from the natural lubrication that dribbled from her poontang.
She didn’t care.
Her inhibitions were low.
Her lust had sucked them away.
She proceeded with reckless abandon.
As Melinda pinched at her hard nipples she began to open and close her knees very rapidly as if she were trying to fan the fire in the soaking wet delta where her smooth milky thighs came together.
She could hear herself making little moaning ands groaning sounds deep in hers throat. She was convinced that she was alone in the house. The pretty little blonde saw no reason to stifle her exclamations of physical pleasure. She pinched at her nipples harder — until it hurt a little. Melinda quickly discovered that a little intrinsically sexual pain felt good mixed in with her pleasure when she was acutely aroused. She tugged on her nipples until the skin all around them was taut, and her tits looked pointy, stretched out from the top of her rib-cage.
Sally pinched and pulled until the pain was severe. Yet her horny mind translated the pain into pleasure and sent the signal directly down her arched backbone to her cunt, which throbbed with delight. Melinda released her grip on her erect nipples.
The pretty blonde could feel her face growing hot with her passion.
Melinda could tell that her sweet kisser was turning as red as a beet.
Her full lips were pulled back tight over her teeth.
Her expression was half-grimace and half-smile at that moment.
Her teeth were large. She had a slight overbite. They were pearly white and perfectly straight. She ran her tongue over her front teeth and then flicked at the corner of her mouth. Her back teeth became tightly clenched together. The little girl could feel the muscles at the side of her face sticking out. Her neck was tense. Her clit was so swollen that she thought it would explode — or certainly come popping right out of her pussy.
Melinda placed the palms of her hands over her tits.
The little girl opened her fingers as wide as she could.
She tried to clutch all of her breast flesh at the same time.
Her erect nipples were against the centers of her palms.
Her knuckles strained. Her nipples were longer and harder than they had ever been before — and they still burned and throbbed.
Melinda squeezed her own tits.
She pressed her fingertips into her tit flesh hard enough to make it pucker. She began to move both of her tits together, in slow sensuous circles. She pressed her tits together firmly — so they were flattened at the sides. Melinda opened her eyes and saw that her cleavage was longer and deeper than she had ever seen it.
But this only make the ache between her legs get worse.
She released her tits.
She ran the tips of her long red fingernails slowly down the front of her body. She traced a little circle around her dimpled bellybutton with her right forefinger. She had a great urge to go straight for her clit. She was hornier than she would have thought possible. She could tell that her orgasm was going to feel a hell of a lot better than anything she had ever imagined in her frequent sexual fantasies. She could tell that her ultimate sexual climax was going to be a mind-boggling experience. It would be awesomely intense. And the little girl knew that she wouldn’t have to lovingly massage her love button for very long before her dream would become a reality. She could tell that she had a hair trigger. A subtle caress to her clit and the volcano inside her cunt would erupt!
But she did not begin to touch her clitoris right away.
She used her willpower.
Something in the back of Melinda’s head — something instinctive — told her that her orgasm would be better if she made herself wait for it. She knew that her convulsions would be more intense if she brought her sexual tension to the saturation point with patience. Melinda decided to tease herself. She decided to see how long she could keep herself on the edge of bliss before she tipped herself over the edge into unadulterated ecstasy. Melinda placed the tips of her long red fingernails on the insides of her thighs. She began to self-caress way up near her bent knees. She drew her fingers downward until the tip of the nails were only a fraction of an inch from her pink swollen outer labia. The little girl shivered with delight. She could feel every square inch of her skin become covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh as she caressed so close to her womanly slit. She shivered violently. Melinda could feel the little golden hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end and she heard herself let out a low moan of pleasure. The sound seemed to gurgle up from deep inside her throat.
Melinda repeated the caress several times, each time coming a little closer to her cunt — but never actually touching it. She could tell that the wet spot on the bedspread beneath her gyrating ass was getting bigger.
The little girl could feel a tingling between her ass cheeks.
There was a burning in between her round creamy buttocks.
Her asshole.
Her bung needed some sexy attention.
Melinda rolled back onto the small of her back and her shoulders.
She lifted her feet off the bedspread, pointing her toes.
She rolled her ass cheeks off the bed and into the air.
Her breaths were shorter and closer together than ever.
The pretty little blonde was becoming lathered with sweat.
Her peachy skin was slick with the hot perspiration of her lustful exertion.
She switched her caresses to the backs of her slim thighs.
She tickled herself behind the knees — where the skin was soft.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that this was an erogenous zone.
The skin behind her knee was hypersensitive and she shuddered.
That subtle caress felt a lot better than she thought it was going to.
Melinda ran her fingertips down to the cheeks of her ass.
She touched herself lightly — but then firmly.
Soon she was kneading at the cheeks of her fanny with strong fingers.
She worked at the muscles as if she were preparing dough for baking.
Melinda then turned her fingers inward, so the tips of her long red fingernails were pointing at her crack.
She pressed her fingertips into the flesh and then began to separate the buttocks — very slowly.
She felt as if she were parting the sections of a ripe fruit as she pulled apart her fanny cheeks.
She didn’t stop until the skin in the crack was stretched tight. She could feel cunt juice rolling over her throbbing asshole.
Her hairless anus greatly resembled a pink asterisk.
At that moment, the little hole was opening and closing.
Melinda thought that her nether eye felt as if it were winking.
Melinda could feel her sphincter muscle burning with a need to be touched. This did not surprise her. What did surprise the little girl was the craving she felt deep inside her bowels. It was a craving for deep penetration. Melinda had never thought much in her life about anal intercourse. But now she thought it seemed like a very good idea. She could tell that she was going to grow up to be the kind of woman who would allow her man to fuck her in all three of her holes.
She held her ass cheeks apart with her left hand exclusively, and used the forefinger on her right hand to caress the sensitive tissues between. She placed the tip of that finger at the top of the crack of her ass — which was closest to the bed. She moved her fingertip upward a fraction of an inch at a time and let out a deep grunt of pleasure as she touched her own quivering rectum. She patted at the hole with the fleshy part of her finger. She could feel her button nose moving up and down like a bunny. Her pouting lips were puckered and protruding. Her eyes were once again closed tightly. Her brow was furrowed. Her oval-shaped nostrils were flaring as she sucked air. She had a great urge to stick her finger deep inside her asshole — but she didn’t do it. She was afraid that she would tear her internal tissues with her long fingernail — and she wasn’t about to ruin her manicure for a moments pleasure.
Melinda lowered her feet back to the bedspread.
She once again pointed her knees at opposite walls.
She moved her finger to the base of her pussy slit.
The flesh was very swollen there. The cunt juice was thick.
Her fingertip quickly became slippery with her quim honey.
Melinda bucked up and down wildly on the bed with her ass.
Little did she know that her sister was coming in the front door at that very moment.
Melinda could feel her sexy tension reaching the saturation point.
She ran her fingertip up and down the outer lips of her pussy.
She gingerly touched the outer edges of her inner lips — the lips that surrounded her unused fuck hole.
The inner labia stuck out furthest from the slit and were curled back a bit at their edges where they were swollen.
Her cunt was a rose blossom in the springtime, Melinda thought.
It would not become a full-fledged flower until it took a man’s cock.
She worked her fingertip in between her inner lips at the base of her slit.
She bent the knuckles and pushed her fingertips inside.
She had never touched herself there before. She had always washed there briskly.
She wiggled her fingertip around and tried to push it in deeper.
But the tip of her fingernail struck a wall of tissue blocking her path.
Her cherry.
Her intact hymen.
Her precious maidenhead.
The wall of flesh that had — for so long — protected the sixteen year old’s chastity.
She wanted to push her stiff finger right through that wall — but she didn’t.
She decided to save her cherry.
She would offer it as a gift to the man she chose to be her first lover.
Instead she decided to make herself come.
All of the muscles in her body were tensed and trembling.
She was moaning and groaning loudly.
Her exclamations of self-induced passion filled the house.
Michele heard them clearly from the livingroom downstairs.
Michele smiled inwardly — she knew what those sounds meant.
She headed up the stairs. She couldn’t envision Melinda jacking-off.
Michele was anxious to see her identical twin in ecstasy.
Michele was determined to catch her twin in the act — with her finger still in the pie!!! Michele was very quiet as she tip-toed up the staircase.
Melinda placed the tip of her right forefinger directly on her love button — as lightly as she could. Her back teeth were once again clenched together — this time so tightly that her jaw began to ache. But the minor discomfort in her face was next to insignificant compared to the tremendous sexual anxiety still building inside her lower torso. She dabbed at her clit, always pulling away before her orgasmic convulsions had a chance to begin. But then as would be expected, her willpower gave out. She placed her finger on her little man in the boat and kept it there. She pressed firmly and began to roll the fiery ball at the top of her slit in a slow circle. She rolled her love button around as if it were a marble floating in a sea of boiling oil. This was all it took to make her volcano erupt.
Melinda touched harder and moved her finger more quickly. She began to flick her fingertip back and forth lightly and quickly across the clit. She could feel her jaw come unclenched. Her mouth fell gaping open. The corners of her mouth were pulled taut. She could hear herself screaming with pleasure. She really hollered. She screamed bloody murder in her bliss. Melinda would never have suspected in a million years that such pleasure was possible for a mere mortal such as herself. She could feel the pleasure spreading outward from her clitoris until if was filling her cunt. She could feel her inner cunt lips opening and closing rapidly as if they were trying in vain to speak out and describe the womanly pleasure they experienced. Melinda was convinced by this time that her cunt had a mind of its own. A stronger mind. A mind that could control her will. She had opened her personal Pandora’s Box. Melinda would be surprised how quickly things were going to get out of hand.
Melinda could feel a little spurt of fluid come out of her urethra. She thought she was peeing on her hand for a moment — and then realized that this was her feminine ejaculation.
She could feel the pleasure spreading to fill her lower torso. It rolled down her shapely legs all the way to her toes and up her spine to the base of her skull where it formed a comet-like ball of fire before exploding into her already reeling brain. Melinda could see little spots of brilliant light flashing on and off on the insides of her tightly clenched eyelids. She was bouncing her ass up and down on the bed with a frenzy and she continued to scream with pleasure. Her sister was standing right outside the door — waiting. Waiting for the proper moment to burst in. She knew that the door was not locked. The girls bedroom door did not have a lock. Mommy wouldn’t allow it.
Melinda could feel her scalp tingling.
Her sense of time and space were elongated by her intense pleasure.
She thought the orgasm was lasting a very long time.
In reality, the whole thing was over in a matter of seconds.
She flicked the tip of her finger across her clit as hard and fast as she could near the end.
Then her very first come ended as quickly as it had begun.
All of her muscles relaxed at the same time. She had been pressing down with the balls of her feet and the back of her head hard enough to lift her ass off the bed. Now the collapsed back onto the bed. All of her muscles were relaxed. In fact, the little girl was more relaxed than she could ever remember being before. She felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Melinda could feel the ecstasy of her orgasmic convulsions being replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow. Her hand remained in her pussy. Her tits continued to heave up and down as Melinda a struggled to catch her breath. The little blonde felt as if she had just sprinted a mile!
She was drenched with sweat and her heartbeat was slowly returning to normal.
She fell silent and whimpered weakly. Her hips jerked with one final post-orgasmic spasm — and then she was still.
Michele opened the door and walked in with a naughty grin on her face. Michele giggled when she saw the shocked expression on her sister’s face.
Melinda could feel all of the blood draining from her face as her jaw fell open. Melinda quickly pulled her hand away from her cunt and rolled onto her belly.
Michele sat on the edge of her own bed and stared at her sister. They were both silent for a long time. Melinda had never been so embarrassed in her life. She wanted to roll up in a ball and die. She was afraid that Michele would tease her mercilessly. She ever feared that Michele would threaten to tell Mommy.
“Feel good?” Michele said. There was a bit of cruelty in her voice — but mostly she was amused.
“What are you doing here?” Melinda asked. “You aren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow!!!”
Melinda could feel pressure building up behind her baby blue eyes.
She could feel her eyes welling up with tears. She sniffled.
“The slumber party at Pauline’s got cancelled,” Michele said.
“How come?” Melinda asked. She got up on her hands and knees.
Melinda crawled under her covers and pulled them up to her neck.
“Mrs. Connors caught the boys trying to sneak in,” Michele said.
“Too bad,” Melinda replied. She was hoping that the subject was permanently changed.
“I’ll say. I am as horny as hell,” Michele said with a frown.
“I guess you already know how I was feeling tonight,” Melinda said.
“I’m sorry that I burst in on you like that,” Michele said.
“It’s okay,” Melinda said. Her urge to sob and weep had gone away.
“I just couldn’t resist a chance to see the look on your face.”
“You are mean.”
“I get it from Mommy.”
“Thank God you aren’t as mean as Mommy,” Melinda said.
“You jack off all the time?” Michele asked her sister.
Michele’s voice was casual — nonchalant. Melinda felt more comfortable.
“Uh uh,” the younger twin said. She shook her head from side to side.
“You can tell me the truth. I have been masturbating since I was twelve.”
“Wow,” Melinda said.
Her eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her baby blue pupils.
“My first time,” Melinda said.
“Kidding?” Michele asked, tilting her head a little to one side.
The older sister raised her right eyebrow into an arch.
“Nope. I finally gave in. Figured I got caught,” Melinda said.
“I guess you are having one of those lives, sweetheart.”
The girls shared a friendly laugh and Michele stood up.
The bolder twin moved so she was sitting on Melinda’s bed.
Michele could smell the musky scent of her sister’s pussy.
The older twin took a deep breath to build up her courage.
She had not been lying when she said she was very horny.
“It’s perfectly natural to give yourself pleasure. You certainly sounded like you came very hard,” Michele said.
Melinda was acutely aware of the way Michele was looking at her. Michele’s eyelids were heavy and her lips were pussy. The lips were parted and moist Melinda could tell she was being flirted with. That surprised her a great deal. What surprised her more was the fact that she didn’t mind. In fact Melinda rather liked the idea of being seduced by her sister.
“I know,” Melinda said. “It felt a lot better than I thought it would. I guess you could hear me downstairs, huh?”
“I could hear you down the block. You know,” Michele paused. “It feels about a thousand times better being touched by someone else than it does when you touch yourself.”
“I don’t think that is possible,” Melinda said.
Once again the shy twin could feel her heart pounding.
She could feel her tummy fill with butterflies just them.
Melinda was self-conscious of her odor. She knew the bed reeked of her lust.
She had gotten under the covers — but she had left the wet spot on the bedspread behind.
“I can prove it to you,” Michele said quietly. Her voice was a soft whisper. Throaty. Wanton.
Sexy.
Incestuous!
Melinda shuddered.
“Teach me about this pleasure,” Melinda said. She pulled the covers off of herself so Michele could once again gaze lustfully at her naked body. They were mirror images of one another. Making it with each other would be very similar to masturbation — only it would feel much much better.
“Let me get out of my clothes,” Michele said. She was very excited. She hopped off the bed and scrambled to get out of her clothes as fast as she could. Michele had never made it with another girl before. It all seemed so natural to them.
The second Michele was nude she joined her sister on Melinda’s bed.
They swooned as they felt each other’s body heat. Michele hovered her face, above Melinda’s. Their lips were only a fraction of an inch apart. They could feel each other’s hot moist flesh.
Michele pressed her lips down on Melinda’s firmly.
Melinda Madison had never been kissed passionately before.
They kissed with only their lips for a couple of seconds.
Then they lightly touched the tips of their tongues together.
They could hear the crackling of sexual electricity.
They rolled their tongues together. The kiss became wet and sloppy.
They had a wet, internal sword fight with their eager tasters.
They explored the insides of each other’s mouths enthusiastically.
Melinda could feel her salivary gland working overtime.
Her mouth was filling with her hot spittle. They swapped spit.
They sucked at each other’s tongues. Melinda and Michele quaffed deeply of each other’s sweet saliva.
The kiss lasted for a long time and they were both breathless with passion by the time it was through.
“Wow,” Melinda said. She placed her hands at the back of Michele’s neck.
“Does that feel good?” Michele asked, rubbing Melinda’s nipples.
“So good I can hardly stand it,” Melinda said with a shudder.
“I will make you scream even louder that you made yourself scream,” Melinda said. She kissed her identical twin lightly on her cheekbone.
“I dare you,” Melinda said. Her afterglow had been gone. She had not been allowed to savor her post-orgasmic contentment at all. It had already been replaced by a rekindled lust.
An incestuous lust!
A lesbian lust!
Michele kissed and licked at the sides of Melinda’s neck.
The older blonde could do magic things to Melinda’s jugular.
She gave Melinda little love bites with her bared teeth. Michele flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Melinda’s dangling earlobe. She licked behind her ear and then explored the inside with a bold tongue.
Melinda shivered as she felt the tip of Michele’s tongue work its way deep into her shell-like ear. It felt great and she could hear herself purring. The cat-like sound made her entire throat vibrate. Michele kissed at front of Melinda’s white throat.
The older twin moved down toward the foot of the bed.
Soon Michele was showering Melinda’s tits with peck kisses.
The younger girl could feel the sexual tension in her lower abdomen growing in leaps and bounds. She could tell that the orgasm Michele was going to give her would make the one she had given herself seem like kid stuff.
Michele kissed Melinda’s huge tits in ever-decreasing concentric circles. Each kiss was a little closer to the nipple than the one before it.
Finally Michele parted her lips and stuck out her pink tongue as far as she could. Michele concentrated on making the tip of her tongue as pointy as she could.
She placed the pointy tip directly on Melinda’s right nipple and the younger twin could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing involuntarily.
Melinda could feel her sister rolling her tongue lazily over her feminine erection, covering the swollen rosebud with a film of hot spittle.
“SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!” Melinda called out. Her face was red.
Melinda began to toss her head wildly from side to side.
She could feel her cunt glands producing fresh juices.
New natural lubrication pooled at the base of her twat slit.
Michele pulled her tongue away from the wet nipple and puckered her lips.
But she did not suck.
Not yet.
Instead she blew cool air onto the wet nipple and Melinda found herself shuddering so violently that she thought for a moment she was going to shake herself right out of her skin.
Michele then flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the nipple as hard and fast as she possibly could and Melinda could feel her beautiful facial features begin to contort with the intensity of her incestuous desire.
Michele then opened her mouth and fastened her lips over the rosebud. She began to suck. Melinda made high pitched moaning and groaning noises. The younger twin could no longer keep her ass still. She writhed beneath Michele. She gyrated her hips. She bucked her loins as if she were pretending a long stiff dick was already dancing inside her virgin pussy. Michele sucked with a smooth, even draw. She sucked in her cheeks until they were hollowed. Michele kept her tongue tip busy. She continued to lap happily at the nipple even as she sucked. She sucked so hard that the skin all around the nipple was pulled taut.
“BITE! BITE! BITE!” Melinda called out eagerly.
She was tossing her head from side to side faster and harder than ever.
Michele bared her teeth.
She nipped lightly.
Melinda remembered how good it had felt when she pinched her own nipples until it hurt severely.
She knew that that fragile combination of pleasure and pain would be even more superb while being administered by her twin.
“HARDER!”
Michele clamped down on the nipple and tugged hard.
She made a growling noise and tossed her head a bit.
For a moment Melinda thought her sister was going to tear her nipple right off the tip of her breast. Her brain translated the pain into pleasure and sent the signal directly to the base of her spine and her pussy, just as Melinda had anticipated.
Michele released the nipple and repeated the process with the other one — once again going all the way from delicate licking to savage biting. Then the older twin grabbed those breasts in the palms of her hands and pressed them together. Michele crawled further down toward the foot of the bed. Her feet dangled off the edge. Michele rolled onto her belly. Her toes pointed downward toward the floor of the bedroom they shared.
Melinda lifted her right leg and Michele moved her head beneath her thigh. When Melinda lowered her leg again the older twin found herself looking directly at Melinda’s cunt — which was just as bald and pink as her own.
Melinda placed the balls of her feet flat on the bedspread.
She clutched and gathered the bedspread with her curling toes.
She moved her knees very far apart and Michele propped her upper torso up on her elbows. Michele began to kiss and lick at the insides of Melinda’s thigh. She placed the tip of her nose very close to Melinda’s pussy. Michele could see the plentiful flow of natural lubrication dripping from the base of the pink cooze down into the crack of Melinda’s sweet ass.
The cunt juice looked like melted pearls to Michele. Very delicious.
Melinda could feel the burning in her asshole returning — along with the craving for deep penetration inside her bowels.
Melinda lifted her feet off the bed and drew back her knees so that her ass was in her sister’s face. Michele began to shower those buttocks with sucking kisses. She then pressed her fingertips into the ass cheeks, very close to the crack, and pulled the buttocks apart as far as she could get them. Michele was breathing exclusively through her nose. She loved the scent of her sister’s womanhood. She wanted to fill her sinuses with it. Michele could tell that Melinda’s pussy was going to taste just as good as it smelled.
Melinda whimpered.
Whined.
Purred.
Michele placed the tip of her tongue at the top of the crack of. Melinda’s ass, moving her chin very close to the bed, pressing her tits flat beneath her. Michele ground her loins against the foot of the bed.
Melinda moaned.
Groaned.
Begged for pleasure!
Michele flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth and lifted her head away from the bed. Her eager taster approached her twin’s asshole a fraction of an inch at a time.
“LICK MY ASSHOLE! OH PUH-LEASE LICK MY ASSHOLE!” Melinda exclaimed enthusiastically.
The little girl was very tense. The hornets had returned to her loins. Her clit once again tilt like it would either explode or pop out of her pussy. Melinda could tell, that her sister was not going to have to tongue the center of her womanly pleasure at all before she would have her second come of the evening.
Melinda placed the tip of her tongue on Melinda’s nether eye. She used the very tip to trace a hot wet circle around Melinda’s tight ring of rectal muscle. Melinda blustered her lips with the pleasure. Michele flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the bung. The sphincter muscle was opening and closing with little spasms — throbbing in sync with her racing heartbeat.
Michele switched to the flat part of her tongue and licked across the ring of tight muscle until all of the delicious anal flavor had been licked away. Melinda reached down and held her own ass cheeks open so it would be easier for her sister to get at the asshole with her mouth.
Melinda could hear herself moaning and groaning with each of her rapid exhales — and each of her exclamations of incestuous lust was a little higher in pitch than the one before it. By the time she finally orgasmed her cries of bliss would be so high-pitched that only stray dogs that might have been wandering around outside the house would be able to hear it.
Melinda was breathing so hard that she was hardly breathing at all.
She didn’t know if she would suffocate or hyperventilate.
She felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room.
Beads of hot sweat formed in a straight line across Melinda’s brow.
Soon those droplets of saltwater would drip down into her eyes — stinging them.
Michele could taste her sister’s cunt juice in the crack of her ass.
She lengthened her tongue strokes steadily as she went along.
Michele was licking all the way from the top of the crack of Melinda’s ass to the base of her pussy slit.
“STICK IT IN!” Melinda heard herself scream.
It did not sound like herself. The sound of her voice was shrill — wanton.
Melinda heard the sound of her own voice as if it were coming from far away perhaps from the other end of the house.
Michele stiffened her tongue and made it very pointy at the tip.
She placed the tip of her taster directly on Melinda’s asshole.
The younger twin concentrated on relaxing her sphincter muscle.
She wanted her sister to push her tongue all the way into her bowels.
“DEEP! DEEP UP MY ASS!” Melinda heard herself holler.
Michele found herself tensing the muscles in her neck.
She could see her sister’s fingertips clutching desperately.
Melinda was holding her own buttocks so far apart that some of the puckers in the sphincter muscle were smoothed.
Michele pushed the tongue in.
Melinda felt herself open.
“YES! YES! YES!” Melinda called out again and again — hardly able to contain her growing enthusiasm. Melinda could feel the tip of her sister’s tongue working past the tight tube of muscle into the softer, more elastic flesh of her bowels. Melinda could feel herself being massaged orally in an anal region where she had never been touched before. Michele got her tongue as deep inside Melinda’s ass as she could and wiggled the tip of her taster around playfully. Keeping her tongue as stiff as she could she began to work the tongue in and out of the hole.
She fucked her sister’s asshole with her stiff tongue!
But it didn’t take the little girl long enough to figure out that the dominant sister’s tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to appease her deep anal cravings. The rim-job she was receiving was only making the desire in her cunt that much worse.
“MAKE ME COME!”
Melinda was desperate.
Michele thought that it seemed like a very good idea.
The older twin couldn’t wait to suck that hot pussy.
This incestuous act of lesbianism struck Michele as a natural, extension of her own sensuality. There was a part of her that felt like she was eating her own cunt.
Michele knew that her sister would return the favor. She would have her own pussy eaten by Melinda once she was finished giving the blonde virgin vaginal ecstasy.
Michele pulled her tongue out of Melinda’s super-tight asshole.
Melinda lowered her feet back to the bed on wither side of Michele’s skinny waist.
Once again she clutched and gathered at the bedspread with her pink toes. She placed her hand on top of Michele’s head. She worked her long red fingernails and fleshy fingertips through the tight curls that grew out of Michele’s pink scalp.
Melinda could feel her sister pressing against the outer lips of her pussy. Michele pulled those outer labia apart as far as she could get them. She did not stop the separation of the flesh until the virgin cunt looked like a slab of raw meat.
Michele placed the tip of her tongue at the base of the pussy. The natural lubrication was gathered there thickly.
Michele made a humming noise — to let Melinda know how much she enjoyed the flavor of her musky cunt juice.
Michele began to flick the tip of her tongue up and down the pulled back outer cunt lips. She licked between the two sets of lips — and even to either side of the clit.
She flicked at the outer edges of the swollen inner lips. She sucked at the inner labia one at a time, making a sloppy wet sound with her mouth.
Melinda was quickly at the brink of orgasm.
Michele explored all of her nooks and crannies.
She pushed her tongue into the mouth of Melinda’s fuck hole.
Michele could feel her sister’s cherry on the top of her taster.
She pulled Melinda’s clitoral foreskin up and away from the love button.
Melinda took a deep breath.
She had no idea how long it would be before she would be able to inhale again. She correctly assumed that she would stop breathing all together with her orgasm.
Michele placed the tip of her tongue on her sister’s swollen clitoris and began to roll the ball of fiery flesh in a slow circle.
Michele found that she had to wrap her arms around the tops of Melinda’s slim thighs and pin her ass cheeks to the bed or else Melinda would have smacked her in the face with her bucking pubic bone.
Michele began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across Melinda’s center of womanly pleasure.
Melinda began to come.
It was more intense that her self-induced orgasm.
Much more intense.
Melinda could feel herself being launched into never-never land. She could no longer feel the bed. She felt as if she were levitating — spiraling upward toward the ceiling of her bedroom.
Melinda was no longer aware of time or space. She was only aware of sensation.
Monica Madison, otherwise known as Madame Pain, worked as a professional dominatrix bitch out of her own apartment in the downtown area.
When her husband had left her for another woman five years before, Monica’s mind had snapped. She had become a thoroughly embittered woman. She became a man-hater.
Monica did some reading on the subject and learned that there were a great number of men who found sexual pleasure in physical pain. Since Monica was still a very horny woman, she figured that these men offered her a lucrative profession. She would give them the pain they needed in exchange for the good fucking she wanted — not counting a sizable tip.
At that moment Monica Madison was sitting in the livingroom of her private apartment in the city waiting for her next client to arrive. In her right hand she had a mixed drink. She twirled the ice with the forefinger on her left. She glanced impatiently at the clock on the wall.
Monica was a strawberry blonde. She didn’t look nearly as old as she really was. The woman was well-preserved. Even though she was 36, she could have easily passed for a college co-ed.
She was dressed in her dominatrix bitch outfit. Around her middle was a black leather corset that fit her snugly and showed off her shapely figure.
The corset had half-cups at the top that fit perfectly beneath her large breasts — pushing her tits up even further than they rested naturally.
Monica was a few inches taller than her daughters, but it was clear where the teenage girls got their breasts and their beautiful facial features Monica’s eyes were green — like a cat’s.
The corset left her ass, her pussy, and her tits exposed.
On her shapely legs the woman wore black fish-net stockings.
The stockings had a black seam up the backs of her calves and thighs.
At her thighs the stocking were attached to a black garter-belt.
Monica Madison never wore any panties when she was working.
The door bell rang.
Monica set her mixed drink of the coffee table in front of the sofa. She stood close to the door.
“Who is it?” Monica said. She always made her clients identify themselves before they were allowed to enter. She never knew when the local cherry-tops might be making a call.
“Harvey Harris,” a meek voice said from the other side of the door in the hall. Monica could feel her green eyes twinkling. She could feel the corners of her mouth turning upward into a smile.
“Come in, Harvey. You are three minutes late,” Madame Pain exclaimed. Her jaw was set and her back teeth were clenched. Her voice was stern. She was angry.
“I’m sorry, Madame Pain,” Harvey Harris said with his head slightly bowed as he entered the livingroom of the dominatrix bitch’s apartment. “I got caught in traffic.”
“That will not be a good enough excuse, Harvey. Your punishment for this evening is going to be increased,” Madame Pain. The man shivered. Madame Pain felt delight. She knew that he was very frightened. There were few things that the strawberry blonde liked better than seeing a man looking as if he were about to piss his pants.
“Naturally, I will do whatever you say,” Harvey said. His eyes were on his feet. He spoke subserviently.
“Well, you sniveling shit! The first thing you can do is get out of those clothes,” Monica Madison said. She was wearing a pair of black spike high heels that made her look even more dangerous. Her heels were propped high-in the air. Monica had very long toes. One could not look at the dominatrix bitch’s toes without trying to imagine her picking up a number two pencil off a linoleum kitchen floor. She had slim ankles. Men thought she was beautiful. The mere sight of Madame Pain made men ache in their balls.
Harvey Harris was a large man. He stood well over six feet.
His shoulders were very broad and muscular, as was his chest.
His hair was dark brown — although there was some gray at his temples.
Monica thought that the gray hair made him look distinguished.
The man was sheepish around the woman — not at all his natural demeanor.
He was a successful business man and quite well-to-do. He always tipped Madame Pain very well when his torture sessions were through. Harvey had a ruggedly handsome face. His jaw was square and he usually looked like he needed a shave. It was clear that Harvey went through a great deal of trouble keeping himself in shape. He weighed well over two-hundred pounds. But this is not to say that he was overweight.
Oh no.
Harvey Harris did not have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body.
In spite of the girth of his upper torso, Madame Pain had always been pleased to see that his waist and his hips were very slim. The huge man was built like a triangle point down. Monica Madison thought that he had been made by God specifically for whipping and fucking.
She thought that it was odd that this man would be such a go-getter in the business world and such a sniveling subservient sexually.
But Madame Pain was glad. If the world were not filled with sexual submissives like Harvey Harris — well — she would be out of a job.
Harvey’s sideburns, which were grayish, came down a little below his earlobes.
His eyes were very dark brown, and he looked as if he were squinting.
His eyes were so dark that they looked black in limited light.
His thighs were very thick. It occurred to Monica that one of Harvey’s thighs was bigger around that her waist. Monica had the same slim waist and flat tummy as her beautiful sixteen year old daughters. Naturally, none of the men who came to Madame Pain for their abuse were aware of the fact that their dominatrix bitch was a mother. Monica had managed to completely separate her two worlds.
Monica noticed that his hands and his feet were very large. She new from experience that this was also true of other parts of the man’s anatomy.
Harvey was wearing a three-piece suit so it took him a long time to undress. Madame Pain sat on the couch with her drink in her hand and watched.
Monica Madison could see a bulge forming in the crotch of Harvey Harris’ suit pants. Harvey could feel his pants getting tighter by the second.
He hung each piece of clothing neatly in the closet. He knew the routine. He had to be neat. His punishment would be increased if he was careless as he undressed.
As he unbuttoned his white shirt and untucked it from the top of his pants, Madame Pain could see that his broad chest was covered with a thick rug of dark brown fur. Like the hair on his head, this too was sprinkled with curly white hairs.
Madame Pain sat her drink on the wooden coffee table in front of her and felt an ache in her cunt as Harvey pulled off his shoes and socks.
The strawberry blonde bitch could feel both her inner and outer cunt lips swelling as she watched the man reaching for the brass buckle at the front of his broad black leather belt.
Harvey unbuckled the belt. There was fear and anticipation in his dark brown eyes. He unbuckled his belt with sure fingers and unhooked the single hook that kept the top of his pants fastened.
He pulled his zipper down and hooked his large thumbs under the top of his pants and the elastic to his white cotton jockey shorts simultaneously.
He pulled them down together all the way to his knees and Madame Pain puckered her full lips as she saw his cock come springing out wildly.
Harvey’s dick snapped out from his loins like some kind of horny jack-in-the-box. It looked as if it were attached to his loins by a tightly springed hinge.
As the huge handsome man hunt up his pants in the closet the strawberry blonde could see the entire length of his cock bobbing up and down with expectation.
Madame Pain sucked cool air in through her puckered lips.
She made a low whistling noise as she filled her lungs with air.
Harvey’s cock had to be at least ten inches long!! Monica loved it.
She considered herself quite an expert on male genitalia.
And she had seldom seen a dick as big as her current slave’s.
She could feel her pussy getting all wet and slippery just from looking at the massive pole the man had between his thick thighs.
Madame Pain could feel her clitoris poking out from under its foreskin at the top of her pussy slit. Her nipples had grown hard and were starting to burn with arousal.
Her breasts felt swollen.
Her pussy was fully engorged.
The base of her slit drooled.
Harvey stepped out of his pants.
His cock was not just ten inches long — but it was also very thick.
Monica Madison figured that it was at least as thick as her wrist.
She could see that his pole had its most girth at the head.
Harvey Harris had a massive cock head. It looked like a mushroom.
An edible mushroom.
It was a deep purple color and so swollen that it was as hard as rock.
The skin that covered his cock head was stretched tight and smooth.
His glans looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump inside. The skin that covered it looked as smooth as a plate of glass. Madame Pain found herself looking at the little hole in the center of the glans. The piss hole. This was the hole where both Harvey’s urine and semen came out.
Madame Pain found herself thinking about how far her inner cunt-lips would have to stretch open to take the head of Harvey’s cock. She knew that both the side walls and the back wall of her vagina would be stretched to full capacity when she took that ten inch pole all the way inside her cunt. She would be filled to the brim with her slave’s cock meat. And that was the way that the strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch liked it best.
The rest of Harvey’s cock was not quite as thick as the head. But it was just as hard. The shaft of his awesome lance was a slightly lighter shade of purple. The tip of his cock snapped upward with every beat of the man’s racing heart. The tip came ever-closer to slapping him in the belly. The tip would have struck him well above his hairy bellybutton if that contact had been made. As the tip of his dick snapped upward Madame Pain could see the underside of his shaft. She could see that it was lined with dilated blue veins that ran all the way from the base of the stem to the base of the glans. Those veins were throbbing visibly. They made the man’s cock look more like an angry weapon than an instrument of love making.
Madame Pain found herself looking below the base of his cock — to his huge dangling scrotal sack. The bag was so large that there was no way Madame Pain could clutch the whole thing in the palm of her hand at the same time, no matter how far apart she spread her fingers.
She knew.
She had tried it.
The testicles were very swollen and rested heavy at the base of the sack. The balls were so swollen that they were the size of golf balls — and Madame Pain knew very well how sensitive that made them. The scrotal sack was wrinkled and there were little dark brown short and curly hairs growing right out of it. Madame Pain could not help but notice that the sack appeared to be filled to the brim with hot sticky silver seed. Monica found herself wondering how long it had been since the man had had an orgasm. She hadn’t seen him in a week and a half. She wondered if he had pulled his pud since then — or if he had been saving all of his jam for her blessed abuse.
Harvey was naked.
“Good slave,” Madame Pain said.
The strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch rubbed her palms together.
“Shall we get started?” she said — although it wasn’t really a question.
They were going to get started whether Harvey wanted to or not.
The man lowered his head. His heart was pounding very hard.
The palms of Harvey’s huge hands were slick with sweat.
He found it difficult to maintain eye-contact with the bitch.
He felt that she was intrinsically superior to him. He liked being her slave.
He loved having a beautiful mistress that humiliated him regularly.
Harvey could not feel sexual pleasure without unadulterated degradation.
And he loved the verbal abuse she dished out just as much as the pain.
“Into the torture room!” Monica said firmly, her jaw set.
It was clear from the tone of the woman’s voice that she was not in the mood to take no for an answer. The torture room was where the bedroom was supposed to be, very close to the apartment’s bathroom.
The torture room had been soundproofed so the neighbors in the building would not complain about the screams of agony that occurred in that room five nights a week.
The walls and the ceiling were painted black. The floor was covered with a dark red wall-to-wall rug. The room was lit dimly and directly. It was a very spooky place. Everything was a little surreal in Madame Pain’s torture chamber.
Dangling from the ceiling of the room by strings and ropes were human skulls, and shrunken heads that had been sent to her from the jungles of South America.
Along one wall of the room was a long table where all of the dominatrix tools of pain were displayed neatly. She had a great variety of whips. Whipping was Madame Pain’s favorite thing to do — next to fucking.
The major piece of furniture in the torture chamber was the torture table — which was a wooden rack in the center. At all four corners of the table were thick steel cuffs for bondage purposes.
“ON THE TABLE!” Madame Pain ordered her handsome slave.
“On my belly or on my back?” Harvey asked nervously.
The handsome man’s voice shivered a little as he spoke to his mistress.
“On your belly — for now,” Madame Pain said harshly. Harvey moved quickly. He knew that the strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch did not tolerate dawdling. He quickly climbed onto the wooden table on his stomach. He opened his thighs and stretched his arms over his head. He rested his cheekbone on the bone. His whole body moved up and down with his frantic panting. He knew that Madame Pain was going to show him once again how she had earned her name.
The second that he was in place Madame Pain took long strides on her black spike high heels toward the head of the torture table. She put Harvey’s thick right wrist in a cuff.
The insides of the steel cuffs were teethed with sharp metal, so that they bit painfully into the slave’s flesh when they were administered by thee dominatrix. She put the cuff on as tightly as she could. The bondage interrupted the natural flow of blood to Harvey’s hand. At first the handsome subservient could feel pins and needles in his fingertips. He noticed hat his knuckles were growing increasingly stiff. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t move his fingers at all. His hand was completely numb.
Madame Pain repeated the process with the other hand. She chuckled to herself as she did this. Harvey pulled his lips back tightly over his teeth.
The handsome slave’s face began to contort with his discomfort. He could tell that the teethed cuffs were drawing blood in spots.
The beautiful dominatrix slowly circled to the foot of the torture table. The strawberry blonde looked and moved like a cat. She looked as if she were a wild jungle cat circling her helpless prey. There was something intrinsically evil about the way the woman laughed to herself as she bound her muscular subservient stringently.
Harvey could feel the entire length of his cock throbbing.
His thick dick was pinned between the wood and his belly.
The pressure on his rod would increase each time she smacked his ass.
And Harvey had been to the torture room enough to know that he was never bound on his belly unless the cheeks of his ass were going to be smacked as hard as the woman could do it repeatedly. The only thing Harvey didn’t know was what weapon the woman planned to use to administer the punishment.
He whimpered.
He whined.
Madame Pain grabbed his ankles and pulled them far apart.
She could see his balls pressing against the wooden table.
She wrapped the steel cuffs around each of his ankles.
The teeth bit into the flesh near his anklebones most painfully.
Once again the circulation of blood was interrupted.
Harvey could feel the pins and needles in his large toes.
He knew that it wouldn’t be long before his feet were as numb as his hands.
He had been rendered immobile by the sadistic steel cuffs.
Both his knees and his elbows were locked in the straight position.
He could lift his face away from the table a little bit.
But not much.
He was helpless.
Like a baby.
Ready to be beaten. Hungry for pain. Eager for agony.
He was just as eager to receive his cruel punishment as the strawberry blonde was to dish it out.
Madame Pain moved to the long display table on the side of the room and placed a crooked forefinger on her chin. She stood with her hip cocked to one side.
Her nipples burned and throbbed. Her breasts swelled further. She could feel her natural lubrication rolling thickly down the insides of her thighs — like honey. She finally picked out a riding crop at the very end of the table — much like the ones that jockeys use to whip the shit out of the haunches of their mounts in the homestretch at the flats. She gripped the whip in her right hand by the handle and returned to the side of the torture table.
“What have you done since I last saw you?” Madame Pain asked.
“I have done nothing to embarrass your superiority.”
“Are you sure about that, you piece of monkey vomit?”
“Very sure, Madame Pain. I have been a good boy,” Harvey said.
He was begging the strawberry blonde for mercy with the tone of his voice.
“Have you been touching yourself, you scumbag freak?”
“No, Madame Pain. Not even once,” Harvey whimpered pathetically.
“How about in the shower?”
“No, Madame Pain.”
“And when you toweled dry?”
“I patted dry. I didn’t rub.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said.
She raised her right arm over her head.
SMACK!
She brought the riding crop down on the cheeks of his ass as hard as she possibly could. She threw back her head and laughed sadistically. Her whole body shook. She loved the way her slave’s muscles jerked with the pain. She could hear Harvey Harris letting out a sharp cry of pain. His buttocks turned red immediately. Those tight ass cheeks were going to be striped by angry red welts by the time the savage whipping was complete.
“Have you touched your wife?” Madame Pain asked. Her voice hissed. The sound made her seem like an evil snake slithering through the warm summer grass.
“Never. We don’t even sleep in the same bedroom anymore, I swear,” the man said. His voice was high-pitched. The muscles in his throat were tight. As they tensed they squeezed down on his vocal cords and raised the pitch of his voice.
“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!” she screamed.
Again her arm raised.
SMACK!
Every muscle in Harvey’s body tensed at the moment of the impact. He could feel the lightning bolt of agony shoot up his spine to the base of his skull where it formed a fiery cluster before seering his ravaged brain.
She whipped his ass until she got bored. Her arm got sore.
As she continued to beat his butt, the man could feel the sensation changing.
It no longer hurt.
His ass cheeks had been completely numbed by the abuse.
He could tell that he would have trouble sitting for a while.
He would have to carry a pillow around with him all the time.
He could feel a pleasant warmth in his ravaged buttocks.
They throbbed with a dull ache — and he let out a deep sigh.
The ache in his ass blended perfectly with the ache in his balls.
The sexual submissive could no longer distinguish between pleasure and pain.
Madame Pain tossed the black riding crop carelessly aside.
She strode to the display table and grabbed her rubber glove.
In her other hand Monica grasped a plastic jar with a metal cap.
This was her K-Y Jelly — Madame Pain’s favorite lubricant.
She returned to the torture table and set the jar on the wood between the handsome slave’s thick parted thighs.
She then put the rubber glove on her right hand. She pushed between her fingers to make sure it was on as tight as possible.
“Now it is time to see how much we can get up your ass,” she said.
Harvey Harris shivered and quivered against his bondage.
Every time he tried to move the cuffs seemed to get tighter.
Having the insides of his bowels explored was one of Harvey’s favorite tortures.
Never was the combination of pleasure and pain so sweet as when Monica Madison was ramming as many fingers as she could get deep into the handsome subservient tight puckered asshole.
Madame Pain placed her fingertips on the cheeks of his ass. They were very red, striped with welts, and hot to the touch. She began to massage his buttocks. He found that he was unable to tense the muscles in his ass cheeks. The muscles in his ass were exhausted from the sadistic whipping he had just received.
Madame Pain pulled the tight cheeks of Harvey’s ass apart as far as she could get them so she could see his asshole. There was a ring if dark brown hair around the anus.
Harvey could feel his rectum burning with sexual desire.
He could feel a craving for violation in his deep bowels.
Madame Pain could see the asshole opening and closing with spasms.
His tight tube of rectal muscle moved, in sync with his heartbeat.
Monica Madison thought that his nether eye was winking at her.
She held his ass cheeks open with her rubber gloved hand.
With her other she flicked the metal cap off the plastic jar of K-Y Jelly with her thumb. Switching hands, she dipped three fingers into the jelly and rubbed the slippery lubricant sensuously up and down the crack of Harvey’s ass, making sure most of the stuff was directly on his quivering bung!
Monica then placed the middle finger of her gloved hand directly on his asshole. She turned her wrist. Her palm was upward — facing the human skulls and shrunken heads that dangled from the ceiling of the dimly lit torture chamber.
“You want it, slave,” Monica said with an evil hiss.
“Yes, Madame Pain. I want it very badly,” Harvey said.
“You need the pain,” she said. The woman was almost shouting.
“More than anything else in the world,” Harvey said.
“You are a rotten worm beneath the toes of a spastic,” she said.
“I’m worse than that,” Harvey said. “I need to be punished.”
“You are a turd drawing flies in a rat-filled alley,” she said.
The woman began to slip her greased finger into Harvey’s butt.
She could sense the muscles in the handsome subservient’s thighs tensing involuntarily as his tight, puckered sphincter muscle opened to allow her greased digit inside.
Madame Pain pushed her finger into his ass as far as she could get it.
She didn’t stop pushing until his asshole was gripping at her third knuckle.
She wiggled the tip of her finger around inside his bowels.
Harvey could feel his cock getting harder.