Melinda and Michele were exactly the same in every way.
At that moment they rolled naked together on the bed, breathless.
Melinda, the submissive twin, found herself on top.
"EAT MY CUNT!" the dominant sister, Michele, said firmly.
It was clear that Michele was not in the mood to take no for aw answer.
They were in Heaven. Little did they know that the sensuous orgasm-filled world they were sharing was about to come to a shattering halt.
When Mommy found out what her twin daughters did at night she would be very angry. They would be tortured, humiliated, degraded. Their mother would teach them to love the pain and the abuse.
The twins, now ecstatic in the midst of their incestuous lesbian lust, were about to become their mother's subservient sex slaves!
CHAPTER ONE
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 s 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' 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.
CHAPTER TWO
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.
"Yoo 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.
CHAPTER THREE
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.
CHAPTER FOUR
Melinda Madison couldn't believe how long her orgasm was lasting. Just when she thought the intensity of her orgasmic convulsions were bound to die down her beautiful twin sister did something that she had not expected.
Michele was flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth across Melinda's love button as hard and fast as she possibly could when she puckered her lips.
Michele slowly wrapped her full, sensuous, pouting lips around her younger sister's clitoris - and the surrounding flesh - and she began to suck with a smooth even draw.
Michele drew in her smooth peaches and cream cheeks with the vacuum she was creating in her oral cavity, and Melinda could feel her love button being tugged at the roots.
Melinda could feel her orgasmic spasms returning to full intensity, and she thought she was going to pass out from the pureness of her pleasure.
"I CAN'T!" Melinda screamed. "I CAN'T STOP COMING!" The shy girl's face was still bright red with the flush of her emerging sexuality - and she was tossing her head from side to side with an increasing frenzy.
Michele kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times. She continued to flick back and forth across the ball of fiery flesh even as she sucked on the center of her sister's womanly pleasure.
Michele flicked and sucked until Melinda's orgasm was over. It wasn't hard to tell when that was. Melinda had been pressing down against the bed as hard as she could with the back of her pretty head, her slim smooth shoulders, and the balls of her dainty feet. The whole time she was coming every muscle in her body was tensed and trembling, and it was clear that she was trying very hard to thrust her loins up in the air. She was prevented from doing this by her sister, who had her ass pinned to the bed - to avoid personal injury to her face from Melinda's bucking pubic bone.
Melinda could feel all of her muscles relaxing at the same times and again the shy girl could feel the ecstasy of her orgasm being replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow.
Michele was smart enough to know that Melinda's clit was too sensitive for direct stimulation during those first moment of her post-come glow. She pulled her mouth away from Melinda's clit the second she sensed the muscles in her thighs relaxing.
Michele could tell that her face was all wet and sticky from the cunt juices that had gushed out of Melinda's pink slit during her awesome sexual climax.
Michele placed her chin on Melinda's practically bald pubic mound and looked at her sister's face between her heaving breasts. The youngest twin could feel her heartbeat slowly returning to normal. She could tell that her skin was once again drenched with the riot perspiration of her exertion. She struggled to catch her breath. Her nipples were still hard arid erect as her tits moved up and down with her rib-cage.
Michele smiled and ran the palms of her hands slowly up the front of Melinda's body. She stroked her sister's abdomen and then her belly. Finally, she moved her palms to Melinda's huge firm tits!
Michele positioned her palms so that the throbbing nipples were precisely pressed against their centers, and opened her fingers as far as she could. She fondled the tits lovingly.
Melinda still had her eyes closed. She was very relaxed. She could tell that the wet spot she had made on the bedspread was a lot bigger than the one she had made when she masturbated earlier in the evening.
Melinda could feel her boobs being fondled. Michele was moving both of her breasts at the same time, in slow sensuous circles - first pushing the tits together so that they were flattened at the sides and the cleavage was long and deep between them, and then pulling them far apart.
"Did it feel as good as you thought it was going to," Michele Madison asked her sister. She began to pinch lightly at Melinda's throbbing nipples.
"Oh yes. You weren't lying when you said it was going to feel better than when I touched myself," Melinda said. She finally opened her eyes. She found that she had to blink three times sincerely to clear her vision. Although she had not been conscious of it, her baby blue eyes had welled with tears of happiness during her joyous pussy explosions.
Melinda lowered her head and gave her younger twin sister a sensuous smacking kiss with puckered puffy tingly lips, between her pubes and her belly button.
"You look kind of funny, though," Melinda said. She moved her head a little to one side. Michele could see her sister baring her pearly white teeth as she smiled.
"What is so funny about the way I look?" Michele said. She tilted her head and arched a single golden eyebrow. Her brows furrowed a little bit.
"It's your face. You are all wet and shiny from the juices I spritzed onto you," Melinda said. She reached down and ran her fingers through Michele's curly blonde hair. Both of the girls had hair so light that it bleached almost white in the summertime. They had the kind of skin that was so fair that they had to be careful about going into the sun early in the tanning season. Michele and Melinda could burn badly if they were not careful. Both of them had to burn and peel a couple of times before the tanning process would begin. It was too early in the spring for them to worry about that however. It would be at least three weeks before Michele and Melinda would have to worry about the tanning oil.
"If you were a nice sister, you would offer to lick my face clean," Michele said. She lifted her chin a couple of inches off of her sister's nearly bald pubic mound.
"Come here. It would be a pleasure. I have always wanted to know what my pussy juice tasted like," Melinda said. "I know that anything that comes off of that pretty face of yours will be as sweet as candy."
"You are going to get plenty of chances to taste cunt juices before the night is through," Michele said. Her own pussy had turned into a swamp-zone while she was going down on Melinda.
"Oh, I know. I think it will be interesting to find out if our pussies taste the same. I mean - everything else about us is the same, right?"
"Physically."
"Yeah, physically."
Michele crawled up on top of her sister, and they positioned themselves so they could touch with their nipples and their mouths at the same time. Melinda parted her lips and began to lick at her sister's wet face enthusiastically. She did not stop licking until the only thing making Michele's face wet and shiny was the hot spittle that spilled from Melinda's pink taster. It didn't take the shy twin very long at all to realize that she liked the taste of her cunt juice very much. She knew that the dool from her sister's cunt was going to be just as delicious. Melinda was anxious to return the favor. Melinda was looking forward to getting her pretty face between her beautiful sister's spread thighs.
Michele offered her own tongue and the cleansing process turned naturally into a soulful kiss. The girl's embraced with both their arms and their legs. They pressed their firm tits together - like hot pillows - so that both sets of boobs were flattened at their tips. They kissed with their nipples.
They explored the insides of each other's mouths thoroughly. They sucked each other's tongue enthusiastically. They swapped spit eagerly. The kiss became wet and sloppy.
Michele could feel the sexual tension in her lower abdomen approaching the point where it was unbearable.
"I need your tongue in my cunt," Michele said. Her voice was breathless. Michele found that she had to spit out the words in between gasps for air - as if they were, so many watermelon seeds.
"Okie-dokie, Michele," Melinda said cheerfully, and the two rolled together on the bed so that Melinda was on top. Melinda moved her hot mouth to the side of Michele's neck. She kissed and licked up and down the neck. She even bared her teeth and gave the bolder twin a few love bites. Melinda flicked the tip of her tongue ever-so-lightly across Michele's eyelids.
Melinda rolled off of Michele and remained on her belly. She licked and sucked at the nipples for a long time - but Michele stopped her when she tried to use her teeth. Michele was not into pain. Not at all.
Melinda flicked her tongue across both of the feminine erections.
She cupped her hands beneath her sister's heaving tits.
She pushed them upward. Michele could lick her own nipples - but it was an uncomfortable strain on the back of her neck, so she stopped. Melinda pinched and pulled lightly at Michele's nipples and showered those boobs with precious smacking kisses.
"I'm so hot. So fucking hot. I want you to stick your tongue as far as you can get it inside my pussy," Michele said, her voice filled with moan.
"I'll get there. Be patient," Melinda said. The younger twin realized that her sister did not have a cherry to get in the way like she did.
She could stick her tongue - or even her fingers if she wanted to - deep inside Michele's cunt, maybe even all the way to the mouth of her womb!!!
Melinda began to kiss her way down the front of Michele's body. Michele's tummy was flat, yet soft. Her bellybutton was dimpled. Her crotch was just as bald as her sister's.
At that moment Michele could feel her clit throbbing very hard at the top of her poontang slash.
It seemed like she had been horny for hours. She had been horny for hours. She had gotten revved up over the boys showing up at the slumber party. Then there had been a big let down when the party got busted up and they all got sent home. Then she had gotten horny again when she heard her sister's exclamations of self-induced physical pleasure from the livingroom. From that point on, things had only gotten worse. The little girl's honey pot was boiling. She was seething with lust. Michele Madison oozed incestuous passion. She dripped with her sexuality. She parted her thighs as far as she could get them and worked her tummy muscles, subtly moving her loins up and down as she flexed the muscles in her round creamy buttocks.
Melinda moved so that she was in between her sister's legs with her toes dangling off the foot of the bed pointing toward the floor of their bedroom.
Melinda could smell the rich funkiness of her sister's private parts. She thought that it was fascinating to look at Michele's cunt up close like that. Melinda knew that it was just as if she had a bird's eye view of her own twat - something she had never had. Melinda had never taken a good look at her cunt. Because of her anatomy is was difficult. She would have needed a hand mirror - and she had never bothered. But she made plans to in the near future the second she got her first close-up glimpse of her sister's dripping cooze. It was a lot more complicated that Melinda had envisioned it. There were many interesting folds of pink flesh for her to lick and suck - and Melinda could not wait to get started.
Melinda placed the fleshy parts of her fingertips on the Outer lips of Michele's pussy and slowly pulled them apart so the many pink folds of flesh would separate.
Melinda parted her lips and her teeth. She made her tongue pointy. She stuck her taster out as far as she could. Melinda placed the tip of her tongue at the base of the slit and hummed as she got her first full-blast taste of that yummy cunt flavor!
"That's it, baby. Nice and slow. Nice and gentle. Make it last, sweet sister. Make it last for as long as you can," Michele said with a wanton whimper.
"Ummmm mmmmmrnrn," Melinda said softly as she began to flick the tip of her tongue up and down the pulled back outer lips of her sister's pussy.
"Oh yes, make the feeling grow. I can feel it growing. It's growing too fast! Take it easy! Go slow. Make the caress as subtle as you can at first," Michele said with a deep sigh of delight.
Michele could feel her sister licking to the sides of her clit, and even on top of the clitoris foreskin - but Melinda, never allowed herself to make direct contact with Michele's little man in the boat.
Melinda flicked her tongue over the outer edges of Michele's curled back inner labia - the lips that surrounded her aching fuck hole - which protruded furthest from her womanly pink slash.
Melinda pushed those lips apart with her tongue tip.
She stiffened her taster and drove it inside the hole.
Melinda pushed her tongue as far in her sister as she could.
She turned her head a little to one side as she did this.
Melinda did not want to caress the clit with her nose.
The younger twin wiggled her tongue tip around playfully.
Michele began to whimper and whine with each rapid exhale.
Now Michele had beads of sweat forming across her brow.
Michele had her arms out to her sides. She was clutching the edges of the bed.
She gathered and held the bedspread as hard as she could.
Her grip was so tight that all of Michele's knuckles had turned white.
Michele felt as if her love button would burst. Her hips moved up and down with a natural fuck motion. Michele found herself wishing that her sister had a cock. She told herself that they should play with her dildo after they were done eating each other. Michele had a vibrating dildo that was seven inches long and made of flesh-colored plastic. She masturbated with it all the time when Melinda was not around. Now that they were lovers it could be Melinda's toy too - to use however she chose.
Melinda could tell by the way her sister was breathing that the older twin needed an orgasm very badly. Melinda explored all of the nooks and crannies of Michele's pussy. She licked and caressed everything except the clit. She worked her middle finger in and out of Michele's hungry fuck hole. Melinda loved the way that Michele's internal womanly tissues felt against her probing finger. Michele could tense the muscles at the sides of her vulva and squeeze down on Melinda's finger. Melinda could feel her sister's pussy muscles tugging at her finger each time she withdrew. She pushed her finger in so deep that she found Michele's cervix with the tip. Michele's facial features began to contort'. as Melinda pressed firmly against that spot. She then ran her fingertip hard over the top wall of the fuck hole, until she was pressing against the base of Michele's pubic bone. Michele was on the brink of orgasm. She could tell that the massive explosions between her parted thighs were going to begin the second Melinda placed her tongue on her thoroughly engorged love button.
Melinda pulled her finger all the way out of her sister's pussy.
She pulled Michele's clitoral foreskin upward.
The ball of fiery clit flesh was throbbing visibly.
The love button quivered.
It even looked urgent.
Michele could feel the center of her womanly pleasure demanding to be stroked. She could hardly breathe. She was drenched with sweat. She was squirming and making a fuss on the bed. Both the bedspread and the sheets beneath were damp with the hot perspiration that had dripped from the skin of both of the blonde twins.
Melinda blew cool air onto the clit through puckered lips.
Monica bucked as if she were trying to shuck her skin.
Her body was covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh.
Michele could feel a strange tingling at the nape of her neck.
She knew all the golden hairs there were standing on end.
She could feel her natural lubrication secreted in a steady flow.
Her cunt juices dribbled from her twat into her ass crack.
She clutched at the bedspread with her pink chubby toes.
Melinda once again stuck out her tongue and made it pointy.
She touched the tip of her tongue to the ball of fire gingerly.
Michele clenched her ass cheeks firmly and bucked upward.
The bold sister let out a shrill cry of pleasure at that moment.
Melinda pulled her tongue away as soon as contact had been made.
The younger girl did not give the orgasm a chance to begin.
She was making it last.
As per request.
Then she placed the tip of her tongue on the clit and left it there. She wrapped her arms around the tops of Michele's thighs firmly. She dug her fingers into her flesh making the skin pucker. She pressed down very hard on the love button, and moved her head and shoulders with the bucking movement of Michele's round creamy ass. Melinda began to roll the center of her sister's womanly pleasure in a slow circle. Then in a fast circle. She could feel a little spurt of fluid coming from Michele's urethra - the feminine ejaculation!! It struck Melinda on her curled lower lips and rolled hot onto her chin.
Just as Michele had done for her, Melinda waited until Michele's orgasm was in full-gear and then wrapped her lips around her sister's clit so she could suck and lick at the love button simultaneously.
"C CCC OOO OMM MM IIIINNNNGGGG!!!" Michele called out.
Melinda continued to suck, and lick until the come was over.
Michele held her arms up in the air as an invitation to hug.
The girls moved into each other's arms and rolled from side to side.
Their lips were riveted, together in a passionate kiss.
Their humongous breasts were pressed flat against one another.
They could feel each other's hard nipples throbbing.
They could hear each other's heartbeats - slowing, slowing, slowing.
They rubbed their loins together in an incestuous grind.
The room smelled like an orgy. The air was stank with pussy.
But they didn't care. They loved the sour odor of their sex play!
They fell silent.
Michele got off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Melinda asked. She felt sleepy.
The blonde's eyelids were heavy. She felt sand in her eyes.
She knew that it would be easy to drift off right then and there.
"I'm not done with you," Michele said with a giggle.
The bolder sister was not tired at all. She felt like playing all night.
Michele saw no reason why they couldn't lust till dawn.
She had confidence that Melinda would get her second wind.
And she was right.
"I have something I want to show you" Michele said.
Melinda propped her upper torso up on her elbows.
"It's a toy for us to play, with," Michele said.
Melinda furrowed her brow with curiosity. She had no idea what her sister was talking about. She figured that they were getting a little old to be playing with toys. After all, they had each other to play with.
Michele went to the closet door and opened it. She stood up on her toes and reached into the top shelf. The closet had one shelf for each girl and they had always respected each other's privacy. Michele pulled down a shoe-box. The box was made of cardboard and had black lettering on it for the store it came from. Also written on the top of the box, in black magic-marker, was the word: "TOYS."
"What is it?"
"You'll see."
"I can't wait."
Melinda sensed it was something naughty from the mischievous look Michele had in her eyes as she returned to the bed with the cardboard box clutched maternally to her bosom.
Michele sat on the edge of the bed and held the box so Melinda couldn't see as she removed the box. Melinda sat up erect in the bed. The little girl felt like she would never want to cross her legs again. She wanted to keep her thighs parted for the rest of her life - so her cunt could breathe!
Melinda's eyes were wide with interest. She didn't feel sleepy anymore. Melinda felt her jaw drop as Michele turned and showed her the toy.
It was the dildo!
A fake cock!
With batteries to make it vibrate!
"Wow," Melinda said. "I never saw anything like that before. What do you do with that thing?"
"I work it in and out of myself when I jack off. It feels yummy," Michele said knowingly.
"The whole thing fits inside you?" Melinda asked innocently. It seemed awfully thick. Melinda couldn't, imagine being - well - comfortable with a log like that inside her.
"Silly girl," Michele said. "Your pussy is a lot more elastic than you think. There are some women who can take a whole man's fist in their cunts."
"No!"
Melinda was astonished.
She didn't believe it.
"It is true," Michele said with a sincere nod. She turned the little dial at the base of the flesh-colored fake cock so Melinda could hear what it sounded like when it was vibrating.
"Have you ever taken a fist?" Melinda asked quietly.
"Not me. It seems to me like it would hurt like hell. You are the one who is into pain," Michele said.
"To a degree," Melinda added.
The thoughts of being fist-fucked made the shy girl a little nervous. What she liked least about the thought was the part of herself that liked it.
"Make me come with this," Michele said.
She handed the dildo to her sister. Melinda gripped it in her right palm. She turned the dial at the base. It vibrated in her hand. It was stronger than she thought. It tickled her palm. She tried to imagine what that vibration would feel like when the fake cock was inside her - but she couldn't. She would have to lose her cherry before she could get into dildos and stuff like that.
Michele got on her back in the center of the bed. The bedspread and sheets were still very damp from all of the sweat and cunt juice that had been spilled. But Michele didn't care. She planned to make the bed even wetter in the very near future. Michele knew how much her cunt would gush when Melinda used that fake cock on her hungry pussy. Michele yearned to have her cunt filled with the vibrator. She knew that she would be able to come many times if Melinda operated the fake cock properly.
"Fuck me with it, please," Michele said, her voice wanton.
Melinda smiled.
"My pleasure," the shy girl said.
Melinda couldn't remember when she had so much fun.
In the torture chamber of Madame Pain, the strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch was beginning to work her rubber gloved middle finger in and out of Harvey's asshole.
She was in a particularly mean mood. She could feel his spasming sphincter muscle tensing and relaxing as she finger-fucked him slowly and steadily.
The cruel woman used the entire length of her finger.
She pulled her digit almost all the way out of his ass before she pushed it back in.
She could hear Harvey's moans and groans getting louder.
This was just a gentle prelude to the pain to follow - and Harvey knew it. His moaning was partly because of the pleasure he felt, and partly because of the pain he anticipated.
Madame Pain finger-fucked faster as she proceeded.
She pulled and pushed at Harvey's puckered bung-hole.
The strawberry blonde was, panting with mounting lust.
She could feel the ache in her pussy getting steadily worse.
Monica Madison placed her first two fingers close together.
She inserted them both into his anus simultaneously.
At this point the penetration began to get a little uncomfortable for the man. He could feel some of the puckers in his tight ring of sphincter muscle being smoothed as he was forced to stretch to take both fingers. She pushed those twin digits in and out of his ass, and deep into his bowels, as hard and fast as she could. Madame Pain laughed with sadism as she heard herself forcing gas out of his bowels humiliating Harvey by making him produce farting noises out of his straining rectum.
She added a third finger.
Harvey pulled his lips back tightly over his teeth.
The handsome slave's face contorted with his pain.
She spread her three fingers to stretch his tube of muscle even more.
The muscular subservient struggled to relax his ass.
He tried to keep his pain to a minimum by loosening his sphincter.
But it was difficult - and he closed his eyes very tightly.
Harvey's eyelids were wrinkled with his frenzy. Crow's feet formed at the corners of his dark brown orbs. The evil dominatrix bitch pushed all three fingers as deep into his butt as she could. His gaping asshole struggled and strained to grip at all three of their third knuckles at the same time. But Madame Pain was not done. She always made Harvey take a little more up the butt than he had before. This time he was getting it all. The whole hand.
The fist!
The rubber-gloved fist right up the poop-chute! Madame Pains could feel her clit quivering and her inner pussy lips pulsating as she thought of it. She pressed all four of her fingers together as tightly as she could get them and worked them deep into his asshole - which was already stretched to capacity and threatening to tear.
"The fist, Harvey," Madame Pain announced. Her voice was filled with pride.
"GOD! NO!" Harvey protested. His voice was filled with terror.
His tight skin became drenched with the icy sweat of his panic.
"God isn't here to help you," Madame Pain said with a false sweetness.
Harvey whimpered pathetically. His dark eyes filled with tears.
He could feed the pressure behind his near-ebony orbs mounting.
Saltwater dripped from his tear ducts along the sides of his nose.
The tears fell bitterly onto the torture table beneath his contorting face.
He knew that trying to clench his ass closed would do him no good.
She would only beat him until he was forced to submit to her.
His best bet was still to relax his ass as much as he could
But that was going to be hard - considering his terror.
"I am the only one here with you, Harvey, and I am not God. I am a messenger from Satan. I come from the fiery below. I am evil incarnate! I am the Mistress of Hell. I bring only pain and torment. I am the only one who can give you the abuse you truly need," she said. She had four fingers inside his rectum and she pressed the tip of her thumb against the center of her palm. She stood with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart on the carpeted floor of the black sound-proofed torture chamber. She planted her feet securely on her high heels. She bent a little at the knees. She straightened her right elbow and moved so that she could get the weight of her body behind the penetration effort. The strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch could tell that it was going to take a hell of a lot of brute force to get her fist inside Harvey's ass - especially when his internal muscles were involuntarily battling the brutal anal violation every step of the way.
"BUT YOU WILL TEAR ME APART!" Harvey called out.
His voice made him sound much younger than he really was.
Harvey was in his forties. He sounded fourteen. His voice cracked. Tears of fear, pain and despair streamed down his cheeks. His whiskered cheeks were stained by those droplets of bitter saltwater. Some of his tears made it to the corner of his mouth and onto his puffy tongue. They tasted awful. Even his tears were filled with the taste of his humiliation and degradation!
As Madame Pain began to push her hand inside, the man could feel the agony strike. He could hear his muscles tearing. He knew that the rubber glove was going to be covered with blood by the time she was through with his already ravaged nether eye.
But as the pain peaked - so did the man's pleasure.
He could feel his hot sticky semen swirling impatiently around his swollen balls. He could feel a tickle of sexual anxiety forming at the base of his rock-hard dick.
The tip of his cock was pinned to his belly several inches above his belly button. He could tell that the woman was going to make him come with the extreme abuse. He knew that the tickle he felt at the base of his ten inch dong was only going to get worse until his sexual tension reached the point of saturation and his orgasm became inevitable.
There was a dull popping noise.
Harvey thought he would faint.
He saw flashes of light before his closed eyes. The torture chamber began to spin.
Madame Pain sighed.
She watched her hand disappear inside his ass. She began to close her fingers.
The strawberry blonde dominatrix began to make a fist.
Harvey felt his cock convulse. Madame Pain clenched her fist tightly - and twisted savagely.
CHAPTER FIVE
Madame Pain could tell that the slave was shooting his wad. She could tell by the little Harvey Harris was making in the back of his throat that he had pumped his sperm onto his belly. She could feel his inner bowels convulsing against her tightly clenched gloved fist. She straightened her fingers and pulled the hand out of his hole. There wasn't nearly as much blood as Harvey might have feared. His sphincter had torn in a couple of places - but no wounds had been opened deep inside him, as he had been afraid. Madame Pain pulled the rubber glove off in disgust and tossed it into the corner of the torture room where there was a working white porcelain sink.
She would clean it off later. She wiped her hands on a rag she found on the display table and glanced up for a moment at the grotesque ornaments decorating the ceiling of her torture chamber. She used the same rag to clean up Harvey's ass. She didn't think that any serious damage had been done. Once her hand was pulled out his asshole returned to its normal size - and once again looked like a pink asterisk covered with hair. As she tenderly wiped his ass he winced. His asshole was understandably sore. Madame Pain cleansed his anal passageway thoroughly, until all of the blood and bowel mucous had been wiped away. She threw the rag into the sink also and immediately released the teethed steel cuffs that stringently held the muscular subservient wrists and ankles in place.
Harvey thought that he would never be able to move again.
He was completely exhausted. Whipped. Beaten. He whimpered quietly.
"Roll over on your back," Madame Pain said sternly.
This was no request.
This was an order.
She was not asking.
She was telling.
And she wasn't about to take no for an answer.
But Harvey Harris, the rich business executive, did not move fast enough.
The muscular slave made the mistake of hesitation.
Hesitation infuriated the strawberry blonde bitch.
She raked her fingernails across the backs of his legs.
She drew blood on the sensitive skin behind his knees.
Harvey gathered up all of the energy he could muster.
He groaned with pain as he rolled over onto his back.
He opened his eyes and found himself looking at a skull.
He closed his eyes again. He could feel something trickling from his asshole. In a moment of raw horror, Harvey realized that this was blood he was feeling. He knew that the crack of his ass, and maybe even the cheeks, were going to be caked and crusty with dried blood by the time the dominatrix bitch had completed her torture session. His cock dwindled after his orgasm. Madame Pain could see the smeared come on his belly. As he rolled onto his back his cock moved from his abdomen to the inside of his thick thigh. She could see the blood pumping out of both the head and the shaft. It was clear that the man's penis was well on its way to being flaccid. Madame Pain did not mind. She knew that this was temporary. She had tortured Harvey Harris enough to know that it wouldn't take him very long to get another boner. She was glad that he had shot his wad during the brutal anal fist fuck. This meant that the muscular subservient would be able to fuck her for longer. He would be able to keep his cock hard for a long time the second time around. Monica Madison knew that the dark-haired man was going to make her come more times than she could count with that cock of his. She was very sure. The second he got onto his back Madame Pain ordered him to put his arms back over his head and part his thighs so that his feet were pointing toward the cuffs at the foot of the torture table. He did this without a peep of protest. His eyes were red and swollen from the tears he had spilled during the anal abuse. He was having trouble blinking. Every time the handsome business executive tried to close his eyes the insides of his eyelids felt as if they were made of sandpaper.
Madame Pain re-administered the cuffs that held his wrists and ankles in place. Just when Harvey began to get the sensation back in his toes and fingertips, Madame Pain made him numb once again. The handsome man looked at his mistress. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Harvey couldn't think of another dominatrix he would rather be abused by. The man had been to quite a few professionals in his day - but he found that many of the women who proclaimed themselves to be torturers were actually street hookers who were willing to spank their kinky johns. Madame Pain was the only woman Harvey had ever found who did not fear the pain she caused. She plunged into her torture sessions with reckless abandon - as was evidenced by the savage manner in which she had thrust her fist into his bowels.
"You are worthless, slave," Madame Pain said with a sneer.
She curled her upper lip as she spoke. Harvey paid strict attention.
He knew that the woman never repeated herself. He had to hear everything the first time.
"You are lower than my toilet. I don't think you are worthy to be in the same room with my toilet," Madame Pain said. She stood at the foot of the torture table with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart on the carpet. She bent slightly at the knees. She held her hands on her hips. Her fingers were together and pointing downward toward the floor. Her elbows were cocked out to the side. She stood with her chin tilted upward. Her shoulders were back. Her flat tummy was sucked in. She puffed out her chest - so that her breasts rose even further than the black leather corset pushed them. Her lips were full, wanton. Harvey knew how horny his mistress was. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could. He wanted to make her come until she could come no more. She gave him exactly what he wanted, it only seemed fair to the handsome subservient that he do the same for her.
"I am too worthy. I swear I am," Harvey said. "I am good enough to be your toilet. Please - just give me the opportunity. Pretty please."
He begged.
She laughed.
He felt like crying.
She stroked her own nipples.
Madame Pain tossed back her head and moaned as she pinched the feminine erections at the tips of her huge tits. "Okay," she said with a half-smile. "I will give you one chance. You had better be a good toilet, you piece of toe-jam maggot scum!"
Harvey loved the way she called him such inventive names.
Monica Madison had been drinking mixed drinks all evening.
Her bladder was very full. It felt as if it would burst.
The strawberry blonde climbed up onto the torture table.
The numbness in Harvey's ass cheeks was starting to wear off.
He could feel how ravaged his buttock flesh was from the savage thrashing he had taken there earlier with Madame Pain's riding crop.
She was on her knees.
She moved so that she was straddling his head.
Harvey was looking straight up into her pussy.
At least she blocked his view of the ceiling ornaments, he figured. He would rather look at a beautiful woman's cunt than a smelly old shrunken head any day! Madame Pain hovered her cunt over Harvey's face. She moved her knees as far apart on the torture table as she could. She reached down and began to stroke the insides of her thighs with the tips of her long, slightly curved, fingernails.
The strawberry blonde bitch stroked mostly between the tops of her black fishnet stockings and the super-swollen outer lips of her cunt.
The dominatrix bitch then pressed the fleshy part of her fingertips against her engorged outer labia and pulled them apart as far as she could, making a little gurgling sound of pleasure in the back of her throat. Harvey could see how aroused she was. Her inner cunt lips were throbbing visibly. It looked as if her nether mouth were trying to speak in vain. He could see her clit poking out from under its foreskin. It was throbbing so hard that he could see it clearly. He was thirsty. He wanted to be her toilet very badly. It was so humiliating. So very degrading. Harvey knew that he was going to love it. The woman opened her floodgates and began to urinate. She did not piss in a steady stream. She had a very talented and sexually experienced urethra. The woman could open and close the little piss hole directly below her clit at will. She made her piss come out of that hole in short, hot squirts, making her urination appear similar to a male ejaculation. Harvey could feel the ache returning to his balls even though it had only been a few minutes since he had shot his wad with her fist up his fanny.
The beautiful blonde woman pissed all over Harvey's face, and she turned up one corner of her mouth into an inward smile of amusement as she saw her muscular subservient drop his jaw. Harvey allowed his mouth to fall gaping open. He looked like a newborn bird waiting to be fed predigested worms by his regurgitating mother.
Madame Pain redirected the aim of her golden shower
She made her tiny squirts go between his bared teeth.
She could hear him gargling on her yellow tinkle.
It was a good thing that she did not piss in a steady stream.
If she had she would have surely drowned the man in piss.
His adam's apple moved up and down very fast as he struggled to swallow.
His face was all wet and sticky with the pee that had missed his oral cavity.
He drank it all down.
Like a good slave.
Madame Pain sighed.
Her pee dribbled.
Her bladder was empty.
"So, if you are good enough to be my toilet, you bucket of pig snot, you are certainly good enough to be my toilet paper!" Madame Pain said with a sneer.
Harvey felt a warm spot in his tummy.
He could feel the blood pumping downward in his long body.
Harvey could tell that blood was heading for his groin.
The ache in his testicles was getting worse by the second.
His, balls were swelling. Soon they would once again be as big as golf balls - to Madame Pain's delight.
Monica Madison sat on her subservient's face so he could lick away the excess pee between her inner cunt lips and around her urethra directly below her throbbing love button.
Harvey was smart enough to realize that he wasn't supposed to stop licking that delicious cunt flesh when all of her tinkle had been cleansed away by his eager tongue. He wasn't supposed to stop licking and sucking until he had driven his beautiful dominatrix into a shuddering climax!
"OH, you sleazy asshole, stick your tongue way up inside Madame Pain's pussy," Monica said with a sigh. She tossed back her head and closed her eyes. She could feel her face getting hot.
"Ummmphabub," Harvey said. Whatever he had been trying to communicate was muffled by Madame Pain's swollen poontang. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth as far as he could. He made the tip pointy and drove it hard between the woman's curled back inner labia at the base of the slit. He found the mouth of her fuck hole and pierced it. But Madame Pain could tell that his tongue wasn't going to get deep enough inside her pussy to satisfy her. She lifted herself off of his face for a moment. This offered Harvey an opportunity to take a deep, breath - something that had been difficult while she sat on his puss.
His face was getting even wetted with the natural lubrication that dribbled out of her cunt hole. He could feel a tugging at the roots of his tongue - near his thumping salivary gland - as he strained to get his tongue further out of his mouth. Madame Pain reached back and grabbed herself by the round smooth cheeks of her ass. She pulled her ass cheeks apart as far as she could and sat on his handsome face once again - this time positioning herself so he could rim her hot anus clean. He tongued her asshole enthusiastically - first flicking with the tip of his tongue and then licking across the nether eye with the flat broad part of his taster.
She then rocked back and forth.
She slid her crotch over his face.
He was forced to lick all the way from her asshole to her clit with each stroke. Madame Pain let out a sharp cry of pleasure each time his tongue touched her clit. She could feel the sexual tension in her loins getting worse by the second. Her hominess grew in leaps and bounds. Harvey worked his tongue deep into the snatch He worked his tongue over her urethra as he licked her pussy from base to top. He got a yellow hair on his tongue which made him feel uncomfortable - but naturally there was nothing he could do about so he tried not to think about it.
The handsome slave could hear his mistress panting wildly.
Madame Pain's lips quivered and pulled back over her teeth.
She clenched her back teeth together. Her face got redder.
The moans and groans that came with each of her rapid exhales were getting higher in pitch as the strawberry blonde approached her first come of the session. She stopped her back and forth rocking and strained to keep herself still. She wanted Harvey to pay exclusive attention to her clit. She needed an orgasm desperately. She wouldn't even be able to think about anything else until she got her rocks off. She had been horny ever since Harvey showed up. She was pleased with herself for being so patient. She had waited a long time and had abused her slave a great deal before she paused for her own pleasure. Madame Pain knew that this was a sign of a damn fine dominatrix - which is what the - woman considered herself.
Harvey could feel the blood pumping into both the shaft and head of his cock with increasing rapidity. He could feel his dick start to throb in sync with his heartbeat. He could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before he had another full-fledged boner. He could feel the woman's little man in the boat on the tip of his tongue. He licked at it eagerly and Madame Pain began to make sharp grunting noises.
Her face contorted.
Her teeth clenched harder.
The muscles at the sides of her face began to protrude.
Then Harvey flicked his tongue across her clit very hard.
Madame Pain could feel her cunt exploding into bliss!
"C-C-C-COMING! I'M COMING SO FUCKING HARD!" Madame Pain screamed. She tossed her head from side to side. Her pussy gushed onto Harvey's face. He pinned her love button against the base of her pubic bone with the flat part of his tongue. He worked his taster hard from side to side so he would give the center of his mistress womanly pleasure maximum stimulation. She tensed every muscle in her body. She dripped sweat. Perspiration rolled off of her creased forehead into her green cat-like eyes. Harvey continued to lick at her little man in the boat until her come was completely over.
As she writhed in her bliss, the strawberry blonde was pressing her pussy against her handsome slave's face so hard that he could hardly breathe at all. He managed to breathe exclusively through one nostril.
When the woman's come was over she knelt up erect and pulled her pussy off of her slave's face. He huffed and puffed to catch his lost breath.
Madame Pain could feel an intense afterglow filling her lower abdomen. But she knew that that warm contentment was not going to last for long. She knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before her glow disappeared and was replaced by rekindled lust. Harvey could no longer feel anything dribbling out of his ravaged asshole, but he didn't know if that was because the flow of blood had stopped, or because he was too numb to feel anything at all between his whipped ass cheeks.
She climbed off the table.
Harvey's cock had moved from his thigh back to his belly.
Madame Pain smiled when she looked at his masculine equipment.
His cock was once again a full ten inches long. She whimpered.
It was as thick as it could get. As thick as her wrist!
The head had returned to its deep purple color and the skin that covered his glans was stretched so thin that it looked as if the cap would explode if the slave got any homier.
The strawberry blonde looked at the little hole in the tip of that glans. It was opening and closing. The lips at the sides of his urethra appeared red and swollen. Even though it had not been very long since Harvey had dumped his wad, his huge scrotal sack still looked as if it were filled to the brim with his come.
The tip of his cock was resting on his belly well above his navel.
The tip was pointing at the subservient's handsome face.
The entire length of the cock bounced up and down with anticipation.
Madame Pain could feel a new sexual anxiety growing inside her.
But this time her clit was no longer her desire's focal point.
Her love button's role as center of her feminine pleasure had been usurped. Temporarily - at least.
She could feel her craving centered around a magic spot deep inside her cunt - a spot on the upper wall of her inner vagina, between the base of her pubic bone and the dimpled mouth of her womb. There was a tremendous ache near her cervix. She knew that the handsome man would give her many deep vaginal orgasms when he rammed the humongous purple head of his pole of masculinity against that magic spot deep inside her tunnel of love!
Madame Pain did not stay off the table for long. She took the opportunity to caress his genitalia. She did this gently. She did not want to cause him any severe pain at that moment - for fear that it would make him lose his erection. Instead the woman worked her fingertips between the torture table and the base of his scrotal sack. She turned her wrist so that her palm and her fingertips were facing the ceiling of the dimly lit torture chamber. The strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch lifted his balls gently. She bobbed them up and down on her fingertips - as if she were trying to determine how much those twin swollen glands weighed. . She caressed his nuts by wiggling her fingers. She then cupped her palms and opened her fingers as far as she could. She made a vain attempt to clutch the entire scrotum simultaneously. She lightly caressed the hypersensitive patch of skin between the base of his balls and the ravaged mucous membranes of his rectum. She squeezed his balls rhythmically and gently. The man moaned with pleasure. Harvey forgot about his whipped ass cheeks. He forgot about his sore asshole. He loved the woman very much. She was the only one who could make sexual pleasure so intense. She released her grip on his nuts and ran her fingertips lightly up and down the underside of his ten inch cock shaft - all the way from the base to the tip. She used her thumb to caress the supersensitive patch of skin just below the head of his cock on the underside of the fleshy patch near the ring of scar tissue where the glans split to make it resemble a ripe plum. Harvey closed his eyes tighter and allowed himself as sharp grunt of physical joy. Madame Pain had an urge to suck his cock.
But she didn't do it.
She held herself back.
If she started to blow him, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to stop.
She didn't want him to come in her mouth. Not at all. If that happened she would have to wait again for him to get hard. She had a game plan, for this boner, and it had to do with her eager, hungry, fuck hole.
Madame Pain, loved the way the dilated blue veins that ran near the surface on the underside of his throbbing dick felt as they pulsated against her arched fingertips.
She could wait no longer.
The glands inside her pussy were secreting a fresh flow of natural lubrication. The inside of her pussy was on fire with her desire for cock meat.
Her nipples were throbbing and were as hard as pebbles protruding from the tips of her large breasts. The woman could feel her clit return to its erect state.
She got up on the table.
This time she straddled his hips.
She placed one knee on either side of his slim loins.
She moved her knees as far apart as she could get them.
Madame Pain worked her fingers between his cock and his belly.
Once again the strawberry blonde had her palm turned upward.
She curled her fingers around the thick shaft of his dong.
Her fingers only barely made it all the way around his stem.
She lifted the cock away from his flat hard stomach slowly.
She could feel it pulsate against her palm and the insides of her curled fingers.
She squeezed firmly at his dick - just to make sure it was as hard and thick as it could be. The she moved the head of his lance to her pussy slit. She slid the tip up and down her cunt flesh. She covered his glans with her cunt juice. She knew that his cock would have to be nice and slippery for the fuck to be comfortable. He was very big. As experienced as she was, Madame Pain would still have to stretch to take all ten inches inside her hungry twat!
She rubbed his piss hole against her clit for a moment.
Then she moved the head down to the base of the slit.
She leaned forward a little, so the force of gravity was working in the same direction as her tits - making those huge breasts look larger than ever.
Her strawberry blonde hair was naturally as curly as her daughter's - but she straightened it laboriously so it fell over her milky white shoulders in thick, graceful waves.
She positioned her hips so that his cock shaft was at the appropriate angle for deep vaginal penetration.
She felt as if she were straddling a skyscraper. She was going to lower herself to the sidewalk. Madame Pain concentrated for a moment in relaxing the muscles at the sides of her craving vulva. She knew that his cock was thick enough to rub directly against her clit as they fucked. She began to press down. Her lips quivered and she gurgled with delight as she felt her inner cunt lips stretch open. Her inner labia pulled tight. Then the head of his cock popped in. The lips at the mouth of her fuck hole were struggling to grip the ring of scar tissue at the base of his mushroom-shaped cock head.
"SO FUCKING GOOD!" she screamed.
His cock was too thick to plunge all the way into her at the same time. She moved her fingertips to the base of his cock shaft and lowered herself on his lance slowly. She could feel the tip of his dick working deeper into her poontang a fraction of an inch at a time.
"HOT! HOT! HOT!" she cried. She could feel his urgently erect pole getting ever closer to the magic spot near her dimpled cervix. She could tell that she was going to have the first of many deep vaginal orgasms the second his dick made contact with that internal, feminine, secret magic spot.
As she leaned forward she could rub his penetrating cock shaft against her swollen clit - thus enhancing the pleasure she was already experiencing between her parted thighs.
She rammed down with her cunt as hard as she could. His cock head smacked her cervix. She screamed with pleasure as the waves of her orgasm spread in ever-growing concentric circles to fill her entire body.
"UUUHHHGGGHHHH!!!" she hollered. Her cunt loosened. The rest of his dick slipped into her with ease. She could feel the side walls and back wall of her cunt being stretched tight by the length and girth of the muscular subservient's ten inch phallus!
Harvey could feel the dominatrix bitch's inner pussy flesh spasming and convulsing against his supersensitive cock shaft. He could feel the head of his dick lodged against the back wall of her hole. Madame Pain could feel that purple glans throbbing incredibly deep inside her - way up into her lower belly.
Harvey thought that Madame Pain had the most talented pussy he had ever plowed. The inside of her cunt felt as if it were filled with a thousand magic fingers.
And all of those fingers had been put there especially to give his dick pleasure. He could feel the head and shaft of his lance being stroked gloriously.
Harvey hoped that the woman would start her up and down fuck motion right away. He felt as if he were the sand on the beach and Madame Pain was the tide rolling in over him.
His breathing became shorter and faster. Madame Pain continued to press down with her loins even after his cock was all the way inside her hole.
She ground her pubic bone against his. Her gaping pussy lips gripped and tugged at the base of his pole. She gyrated her hips in a slow circle.
She could feel his massive rod stretching at the inner walls of her cunt and the inner lips of her pussy in every possible direction.
It seemed to the muscular slave like it took forever before the obviously superior woman began to pull upward with her lips. Her cunt felt like it was sucking his cock.
Madame Pain pulled upward until only the head of his purple dick was inside her. Her inner cunt lips were once again gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the base of his glans.
She took a deep breath.
She filled her lungs.
Then she drove herself down on his rod as hard as she could. She took him all in one fell swoop. Her cunt went from completely empty to completely full.
Her eyes opened very wide - so that the whites were visible all the way around her cat-like green pupils. Her eyes felt like they were going to come popping right out of their sockets.
Madame Pain began to fuck her slave with a smooth steady motion.
She kept leaning forward so her clit would receive maximum stimulation.
She wanted her love button to feel battered as if it were a small punching bag being worked over by an especially talented boxer.
She steadily picked up the pace as she went along.
Madame Pain felt as if she were impaling herself on his rod.
Each time she slammed down against his loins she could feel great lightning bolts of pleasure shooting up her backbone to the base of her skull. Her eyes closed tightly.
She could tell that it wouldn't be long before she would have her second deep vaginal come - and she could already tell it was going to be more intense than the first.
Harvey felt in control.
He could tell that he would be able to fuck or be fucked - for a long time before he would have to worry about ending the act by spilling his seed inside the mistress' pussy.
Madame Pain soon began to snap off orgasms at an incredible rate.
Her climaxes came closer and closer together as she fucked faster.
She bounced up and down on his dick as hard and fast as she could.
Her pussy made a wet sucking sound as it was repeatedly pierced by his lance of rock-hard cock flesh. His tube steak found her core again and again it got to the point where Madame Pain could no longer count her orgasms. She didn't care how many she had.
Numbers were unimportant as far as the strawberry blonde was concerned.
Besides, her orgasms came so close together that she was having trouble figuring out when one ended and the next one began. It felt more like she was having one continuous come than it did like she was having a series of shorter orgasms strung closely together - like kernels of popcorn on a string.
Neither of them had any idea of long the fuck lasted. It could have been five minutes. It could have been an hour. Their perceptions of time were seriously warped by the intensity of the sensations they shared.
Finally Madame Pain could tell they had reached the homestretch of the fuck. She could tell by the frenzied noises Harvey was making in her throat. The tickle of sexual anxiety had returned to the base of his dick. His come was once again swimming impatiently around his swollen testicles.
She could feel his cock get thicker and longer inside her.
She could tell he was about to spew his sweet spunk.
His cock spasmed.
Harvey let out a bellow of ecstasy. He sounded like an animal. Half-man, half-best. He was a werewolf - howling in homage to the full moon.
Madame Pain snapped off her final come of the fuck at that moment.
This pleased her.
They came simultaneously. Harvey felt as if there were only one orgasm - and the two of them were sharing the bliss it provided.
CHAPTER SIX
Melinda Madison turned the vibrating dildo on and off a couple of times so she could hear the hum and feel the tingling against her palm and the insides of her fingers.
Her sister, Michele, was on her back with her knees up in the air and her thighs opened. Her knees were pointing at opposite walls of the bedroom.
"I want you to stick it all the way inside me," Michele said. She could feel the ache in her pussy getting worse as she thought about the penetration.
"Would you like me to stick it in you hard or soft?" Melinda asked. The shy twin licked her full lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.
"I want you to stick it in me slowly - at first. After a while you can move it in and out as hard and fast as you want," Michele said breathlessly. Michele closed her eyes gently and pressed the back of her head against the foam-rubber pillow.
"Do you want me to turn it on first?" Melinda asked. She lowered her head so that she was looking at the quivering flesh of her sister's hot pussy. She could see the thick natural lubrications once again flowing out of the base of Michele's slit down into the crack of her ass and onto the bedspread where a new wet spot was forming.
"I want you to leave it off. Get it all the way inside me first - and then turn it on full blast!!!" Michele said, her voice catching with her anticipation.
"Can do," the shy twin said cheerfully, still holding the flesh-colored plastic fake prick clutched tightly in her tiny right hand.
The bold twin found it very difficult to keep her ass still. Her loins were on fire. There was a mounting pressure in her lower abdomen. Her clitoris was throbbing.
"Where did you get this thing anyway?" Melinda asked. She began to rub the tip of the dildo up and down the insides of her sisters thighs - all the way from her knees to the thoroughly engorged pink outer labia.
"I got it in a store in Syracuse," Michele said. Her voice was low. No more than a whisper. Even though they were alone in the house Michele acted as if they had to keep quiet. They were keeping secrets.
"What kind of a store? I have been to a lot of stores in Syracuse and I never ever saw anything like this," Melinda said. Michele moved the balls of her feet flat on the bedspread. She clutched at the covers with her curled toes.
"I got it at a health and beauty aid store," Michele said. "They called it a marital aid, or a muscle relaxer, or something like that."
"I guess they figured that it would be uncool to just come out and call it a dildo, huh?" Melinda said. The shape of the object betrayed its purpose. The only muscles that the fake cock was intended to relax were internal.
"Uh huh," Michele said. It was clear from the older sister's voice at that point that she was no longer in the mood for conversation. She needed the fake cock inside her - pronto.
Michele began to whimper and whine and Melinda understood. The shy girl placed the tip of the spurious phallus at the base of her sister's cunt slit.
The tip was rather pointy. Melinda pushed the tip in between Michele's slightly curled back inner labia. She pressed on the base. She pushed it in slowly.
Melinda's eyes went wide with awe as the plastic vibrator slowly disappeared inside her loving sister's hot poontang. It moved inside a fraction of an inch at a time.
All of Michele's muscles stiffened as she felt the tip of the marital aid moving past the mouth of her womb - toward the back wall of her vagina.
Melinda kept pushing on the base of the fake dick until only the very end was sticking out of the hole - keeping the swollen inner cunt lips pried far apart.
Michele could feel the entire length of the dildo stretching at the side walls and the back wall of her pussy. Her breaths were very rapid and very short.
Michele could hear herself panting with her growing lust. She could tell that she was going to start coming the second her sister turned the vibrator on.
Melinda paused for a moment and turned the dial at the base of the fake cock. Michele screamed bloody murder with the fantastic pleasure this caused.
Michele could feel her pussy spasming immediately. She could feel her orgasmic convulsion spreading in ripples to fill her lower torso.
Melinda held the dildo deep inside Michele's pussy with the tips of her arched fingers and licked her lips as Michele began to buck about wildly on the bed.
"ccc coo OOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!" Michele screamed at the top of her lungs. Her face turned red as a beet and she began to thrash her head from side to side.
Michele could feel tears welling rapidly in her baby blue eyes. She pressed her long, slightly curled, golden eyelashes against her high cheekbones.
Melinda gripped the base of the dildo and began to pull it out. She pulled the fake cock almost all the way out of her sister's tight pussy.
Melinda stopped the withdrawl when only the very tip of the marital aid remained between her sister's inner cunt lips at the base of her slit - at the mouth of her seething, drooling fuck hole.
Michele could feel herself coming again and again as her insides were stimulated magically by the plastic sex toy she had bought in Syracuse.
Melinda began to moved the rod in and out of the hole using a slow steady motion. Melinda picked up the pace and pressure of the penetration as she went along.
It wasn't long before the little blonde was moving the dildo in and out of her twin's cunt as hard and fast as she possibly could - much to Michele's delight.
Michele could feel a fiery ball forming at the base of her skull. Her back teeth clenched. The muscles at the sides of her face protruded.
Her jaw ached. Her lips pulled back tight over her teeth so that her expression was half smile and half grimace. Her eyes were closed so tightly that her eyelids were wrinkled.
Melinda couldn't help but notice that the tops of her sister's shell-like ears turned redder than the rest of her face when she flushed with her acute hominess.
Michele also got especially red on the tip of her tiny button nose - and Melinda found herself wondering if her face looked the same way when she was writhing in ecstasy.
Michele came until she could come no more. She finally reached down and grabbed Melinda by the wrist firmly. Melinda stopped. She pulled the dildo out of the hole.
Melinda looked at the plastic cock and could see that it was all wet and shiny from the natural lubrication it had picked up inside Michele's cooze.
Michele could feel a warm afterglow filling her abdomen. Melinda crawled on top of her sister. They pressed their breasts and their lips together simultaneously.
Melinda could feel her sister's tongue deep inside her mouth. Melinda wrapped her full sensuous lips tightly around Michele's probing taster.
Melinda began to suck lightly at Michele's tongue, so that the bolder of the two teenage blondes could feel a pleasant tugging at her tongue's roots.
Melinda set the dildo down on the edge of the bed. The girls rolled their tongues together for a long time. Both sets of lips were wet and slippery from shared spittle by the time the soulful, passionate, incestuous kiss was complete.
Michele ran the tips of her fingers up and down Melinda's spine - all the way from the base of her skull to the soft spot at the top of the crack of her ass.
Melinda wished that she wasn't a virgin. Her inner pussy ached horribly. She had an itch and there was no way for her to scratch it. She would have had to pop her own cherry to get at the spots that needed to be touched the most severely - spots that had never been touched before.
Melinda decided that she was bloody sick and tired of being a chaste teenager. She wanted to have lots of fun at sex play like her sister.
She certainly wanted to get rid of her hymen. As far as she could tell the cherry was only getting in her way. There was part of Melinda that wanted her sister to bust down her maidenhead with the dildo right then and there.
But there was an even bigger part of the shy little girl that wanted to have her cherry popped by a real live, throbbing cock. No substitutions!
"I have an idea," Melinda said. She moved her mouth so that it was very close to her sister's ear. She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Michele's earlobe. She explored the inside of that shell-like ear with the tip of her bold and curious taster. Michele shivered. She could feel the strange tingling at the back of her neck. She could tell that the little golden hairs back there were standing on end. She could feel her entire body become covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh.
"What?" Michele said. The girls moved so that they were both on their sides facing each other. They moved from side to side so that their nipples kissed.
"Let's take a shower together!" Melinda said cheerfully. Her eyes lit up. Michele thought that it was a splendid idea and both girls got off the bed.
"We had better take the dildo to the john with us," Michele mused. "I always like to wash it off in between playtimes, if you know what I mean."
Melinda nodded that she understood. They didn't bother to put any clothes on. They padded barefoot and naked out of the bathroom into the upstairs hall.
Michele set the base of the dildo on the corner of the tub so that the tip was pointing at the ceiling of the bathroom. She pushed the translucent shower curtain inside the white porcelain tub so that they wouldn't flood out the john as they bathed each other sensuously.
"How do you like your showers?" Michele asked. She turned on the faucets: and started the water. She turned the hot on all the way, and the cold just a little bit.
"Real steamy," Melinda replied. "I like it just short of scalding." It suddenly occurred to Melinda that she had to pee. She didn't feel shy at all. She sat on the toilet.
Michele looked at her and winked. The older twin volunteered to wipe Melinda's pussy gently with a ball of toilet paper once her precious leak was through.
Melinda thought that that was a very, sexy idea and leaned back against the tank and spread her legs after her swollen bladder had completely emptied.
Michele pulled off a strip of toilet tissue and placed it at the base of Melinda's cunt slit. She ran it all the way to the top of the pussy.
Melinda could feel herself shiver and .hear herself moan as her sister allowed the toilet paper to linger on her little man in the boat for a moment.
The water was very hot.
Steam rose.
The mirror on the medicine cabinet was quickly steamed over.
The same was true of the full-length mirror mounted on the back of the bathroom door. The girls stepped into the shower together. Michele placed her palms flat on the small of Melinda's back.
Melinda placed her hands on the back of Michele's neck. Their faces moved closer together as if they were moving in slow motion. They touched the tips of their tongues together a fraction of a second before their lips met. Their breasts were flattened against one another. Michele lowered her hands to the cheeks of Melinda's ass. Melinda used the tips of her long red fingernails to lightly scratch her sister between her shoulder-blades.
Melinda could feel the muscles in her buttocks being kneaded sensuously by her sister's fingers. Michele ran the middle finger of her right hand up and down the crack of Melinda's ass.
The younger twin shuddered and purred like a feline every time her sister stroked her tight puckered sphincter with her curious fingertip.
They spent a long time in the shower together that night.
Their skin was all wrinkled from the water by the time they were done.
Melinda went down on Michele right there in the tub.
Michele placed her feet as far apart as she could inside the tub.
Michele pressed her anklebones against the sides of the white porcelain.
Melinda dropped to her knees in front of her sister and licked her cunt.
Melinda could feel the needles of spray on top of her head.
Michele placed her palms on top. of Melinda's head and ran her nails through the tight blonde curls until she was pressing against her sister's pink scalp.
Melinda licked eagerly at the soaking wet delta of love.
Michele began to moan and groan. She gyrated her hips.
Michele arched her back sharply as her pleasure mounted.
She threw back her head and felt her jaw drop far.
Her mouth fell gaping open and her blue eyes closed tightly.
Melinda got her tongue as deep inside her sister's cunt as she could.
Then she licked and sucked at her sister's throbbing clit.
Michele could feel her umpteenth come of the night beginning.
Pussy juice gushed onto Melinda's working face once again.
This time the natural lubrication was washed away immediately.
They switched positions and Michele ate Melinda's cunt.
Only after they had both orgasmed did they get the soap. "I have a trick I want to show you," Michele said.
"What is it?" Melinda queried, her voice filled with interest.
"It's called the hide the soap trick," Michele said.
Michele placed her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.
"Now, where would you hide the soap?" Melinda asked.
The shy sister's eyes were twinkling naughtily at that moment.
"In my pussy," Michele said. She bent at the knees and parted her thighs.
Michele ran the slippery bar of soap up and down her pussy. She then squatted further and pushed the bar of soap - which was a large bar, relatively new, though the letters of the brand name had worn off - right up into her hole. It disappeared all the way inside. Melinda applauded merrily.
"See?" Michele said. "I hid the soap." She giggled.
Melinda had a big grin on her face. She loved her sister very much.
Michele then clamped down on her inner cunt muscles and made the bar of soap shoot back out of the hole.
Melinda was envious.
This was just another sample of how limited her sexual potential was while she still possessed her maidenhead.
Michele and Melinda felt very sleepy after their shower.
They went downstairs and drank soda while watching TV.
But they soon became too sleepy to keep their eyes open.
Michele turned off the TV a little after two o'clock.
"Come on, angel. Time for beddie-bye," Michele said.
She shook her snoozing double by the shoulder violently.
Neither girl had bothered to put on any clothes. Mommy wasn't expected until the sun came up. She didn't really work Friday night. It was more like she worked Saturday morning.
Melinda woke and took Michele's hand. Michele pulled her to her feet.
Hand in hand, they climbed the stairs to their bedroom.
Melinda and Michele got into their own beds and fell fast asleep the second their heads hit the pillow - and neither woke until noon the next day.
"Have you got your homework done, young lady?" Monica Madison said sternly. It was Monday morning. Melinda had her books in her arms and was about to leave for school.
"Yes, Mommy," Melinda said, without turning to look.
"You look into my eyes when you talk to me, missy!"
Melinda stopped in her tracks, sighed and turned to look at her cruel mother.
"Yes, Mommy," Melinda said. She had her head tilted to one side.
"You give me another look like that and I'll slap you right across your lip!" Monica said.
"Can I go now? I'll be late for school," Melinda whined.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get the hell out of here." Monica turned her back on Melinda. The little girl left. She could only think of one thing. She had to get laid. She knew that Michele could find a guy any time she wanted to, so she saw no reason why she should have any difficulties. Still, it was going to be nerve-racking.
Michele came skipping down the stairs about thirty seconds behind her sister.
"Morning, Mommy. Gimme sugar," Michele said. She kissed her mother on the cheek.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Monica said. "Have fun at school today!"
"I will, Mommy. See ya!" Michele said and skipped out the door. "HEY, MINDY! WAIT UP!"
Melinda stopped in her tracks and waited for her sister to catch up with her. She told herself that she should have waited for her in the first place Melinda figured they would probably be hanging around with one another more often now that they were lovers.
"Why is Mommy so mean to me, Michele?" Melinda asked.
"Because she is jealous."
"Huh?"
"Sure. She wishes she could have your cheery outlook on life."
"Bull poop!" Melinda said.
"It's true."
"I don't believe you."
"So don't. Mommy is mean to almost every one. I can't help if I'm her little baby. I am the exception, not the rule," Michele said.
"I guess you are right," Melinda said. "God, I'm horny."
"You wanna cut school and make out in the woods?" Michele said.
"Uh uh," Melinda replied. She shook her head from side to side.
"How come?" Michele asked. She didn't seem too upset - just curious.
"I wanna find a boyfriend," Melinda said. "Please don't laugh."
"I'm not laughing. I think it is a wonderful idea," Michele said.
"I was hoping you might be able to help me," Melinda said shyly.
"No sweat, sugar pie honey bunch. What would you like to know?"
"Which guys do you think would most want to go out with me?" Melinda asked. Her voice was low. They walked down the sidewalk shoulder to shoulder. Their heads were down.
"Any one you want?" Michele said. "The first rule you have to remember is: Boys will do anything. "Doesn't make a difference. I suggest you stay away from guys with steady girlfriends or else you might get beaten up in the lavatory."
"Oh, I know. I can really have anyone I want?" Melinda asked.
"Sure. No problem. Some guys are quicker," Michele said.
"I don't understand," Melinda said. Her brow was furrowed.
"Like some guys are shy. Like you. They might not have much experience. It could take some tender loving care to get a guy like that out of his duds."
"I see."
"But the good looking jocks, for example, well, they are fucking all the time. Wink at one of them and he'll be dragging you into the woods in a second. You just have to be calm. And blunt. Always be blunt. Do not beat around the bush. The guy will think he isn't understanding you correctly if you are too subtle. I have always found that wanna fuck works, if you really have to say anything at all."
"I can say wanna fuck wordlessly," Melinda replied.
"Good girl. Do you have anyone in mind?" Michele queried.
"Uh huh," Melinda said. Her eyes twinkled. She was sure.
"Don't be a tease, Mindy! Tell me who!" Michele said.
"Bernard Shakey," Melinda said. She looked at her toes as she walked.
"He's an egghead. A good looking egghead - but shit. He might want to talk to you about science or something."
"Biology, more than likely," Melinda said with a giggle.
"Good luck," Michele said. She draped her arm across her sister's shoulder
"Thank, Michele. We can still fool around at home."
"Cut that crap out. I know! Do you think I'm giving up boys?"
"Sorry. I think that my life is changing for the better."
"It would certainly seem that way. I hope Bernard has a big one!"
"Not too big," Melinda said.
Michele caught a note of worry in her sister's voice.
Melinda did not see Bernard until two o'clock in the afternoon.
It was a bright sunshiny day. Spring was in full gear.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky over the tiny town.
The sun beat down hotter than it had all year on Rushdale.
Melinda thought it was a perfect day to lose her virginity.
She sat next to Bernard in English class. While the teacher was talking she slipped the handsome boy a note.
Bernard was exactly six feet tall - although he was still growing. His hair was dark brown, almost black, and just as curly as Melinda's. Bernard had broad shoulders and a slim middle. His legs were long. He had the long finely-toned muscles of a swimmer rather than the bulky muscles of a weightlifter. His eyes were large and very dark. His lips were full. Bernard's jaw was square. He had a dimple in the middle of his chin. His complexion was olive. He tanned very dark in the summer. He was a genius. The smartest kid in the class. Melinda wanted some of his essential juices pumped into her pussy.
The note said, "MEET ME UNDER BLEACHERS AFTER LAST PERIOD."
After checking Melinda's note for grammar errors, Bernard wrote on the back, "ARE YOU WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE?"
Melinda had to think about this for a moment. Then it occurred to her. He thought that she was playing a game. He thought that she and her sister had switched for the day - something that they could probably do but had never even considered.
"MINDY WANTS YOU," the pretty little blonde wrote back.
Bernard grinned.
Melinda knew that it was going to be a long wait until last period.
Ninety minutes!
She knew that it would seem like a decade. Melinda squirmed.
Bernard and Melinda exchanged glances all during class.
The little girl could feel the blood pumping down in her body. She could feel both her inner and outer cunt lips swelling rapidly with the blood of her arousal.
She could feel a savage ache forming deep inside her pussy - at the spot she knew Bernard would soon be stroking with the head of his prick.
She could feel a mounting tension in her lower abdomen. It was a womanly lust. Melinda knew that she was about to graduate from being a little girl into being a woman.
The pretty little blonde knew that Bernard was going to tear a piece of her away. Forever. He was going to tear a piece from her that would never grow back!
And she didn't care.
She held no nostalgia.
She yearned for womanhood.
She yearned for the bliss of vaginal penetration.
But the end of school finally came. When Melinda got to the bleachers she was pleased to find that handsome Bernard Shakey was already there and waiting for her. He was a crisp dresser. He was one of the few guys in her class that wore slacks rather than raggedy jeans.
"Wanna go someplace and fool around?" Melinda said.
She stood very close to him. There was no one else around. No one watching. She folded her fingers at the back of his neck. Bernard cleared his throat.
"This isn't like you," Bernard said. "You haven't said ten words to me in your whole life and now you are all over me?"
"You don't like it?"
"I love it. I just think that it is strange," Bernard said.
"I guess I woke up," Melinda said. She knew that she could be vague and he would still understand. After all he had an I.Q. of three zillion or something.
"I'm glad that you woke up and saw me," Bernard said.
Melinda got up on her toes and Bernard stooped. They kissed.
Their tongues rolled together. He was so muscular. So taut. Melinda wanted to fuck him so bad she could taste it. She could feel her clit twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun.
Melinda rubbed her crotch against the front of his thigh. Bernard rubbed back sensuously. The kiss ended. They were both breathless with passion. Melinda had never kissed a guy like that before.
"Where can we go?" Melinda asked. Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch from the side of the boy's neck so he could feel her hot moist breath on his jugular vein. It warmed his whole body and he blustered his full lips a bit.
"I know a place."
"Where?"
"The woods beside the north forty," Bernard said. He took her hand. "Come on!" The north forty was the back field behind the high school building. When a guy fucked up in gym he had to run all the way around it. Most guys puked. Those that didn't puke sometimes had to run it again - until they puked - and then they could stop.
Bernard was no jock. He liked to keep in shape and all. It was the jock mentality that he despised.
Melinda could feel her pussy getting wet as they walked toward the woods. She could tell that she was soaking the crotch of her panties.
She wore white bikini panties that day.
"Very symbolic," Bernard would say when he saw them.
When they got into the woods they went directly to a private clearing, where the earth was dry and the grass was warm. It was too early in the year for mosquitoes to be a problem. Melinda wasted no time. She wanted to get out of her clothes as fast as she could. She had never seen an erect penis before. She was greatly looking forward to her first glimpse of Bernard's cock. She could see a bulge forming in the crotch of his tight black slacks. Melinda began to unbutton her yellow blouse. She pulled the blouse out of her dark blue designer jeans. She had, naturally, worn her tightest pants that day Melinda pulled the front of her blouse open and Bernard's eyes went wide when he looked at her tits. He thought that they were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. The nipples were hard and erect. Melinda could feel the feminine erections at the tips of her firm boobs burning with a desire to be stroked, licked and sucked by the handsome dark haired boy.
Melinda pulled off her shirt and hung it on a nearby branch. Bernard likewise removed his shirt. Melinda was pleased to see that his chest was muscular and covered with a thick rug of fur. His belly was flat, hard and also quite hairy. The boy kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. Melinda did likewise. At the same time they reached for the top of their pants. Melinda unbuttoned the single button that held the top of her designer jeans closed and pulled down her fly. She hooked her thumbs under her pants and the elastic to her white panties at the same time. She could feel the wet crotch of her bikini underwear crawling up uncomfortably between the swollen outer lips of her seething poontang.
Then Bernard pulled down his pants and underwear at the same time.
Melinda gasped.
She couldn't believe it.
He was huge.
A full nine inches of throbbing cock meat standing at attention if front of the boy's slim loins. His cock was thick too, and Melinda could feel her palms begin to sweat as she thought about how far her virgin cunt was going to have to stretch to take that rod.
She looked at his balls, which dangled low beneath the base of his dick. Her mouth watered. They were nude. Melinda could see the entire length of Bernard's dick bobbing up and down with anticipation.
The pretty little blonde could feel her natural lubrication rolling thickly and hotly down the insides of her smooth, milky white, thighs as she stood in the grass with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. The little girl could feel her clitoris twitching violently at the top of her quim slash. Her inner cunt lips were so swollen that Bernard could see them dangling. He couldn't believe how bald her cunt was. He had never fucked Michele, so he didn't know what to expect. She was practically bald down by her pussy. For some reason this made the ache in Bernard's nuts get worse. His cock head snapped upward all of a sudden and slapped him in his belly.
Melinda dropped to her knees before him.
She licked his balls.
She sucked his testicles.
She drenched his wrinkled scrotal sack in spittle!
She licked his cock and thought about sucking it. But she sprawled on her back in the grass instead.
She didn't want him to come in her mouth. She didn't want to wait. The sooner he popped her cherry - the more the pretty little blonde was going to like it.
Melinda felt cunt juice dribbling from her twat's base.
The crack of her ass was lubricated by the cooze honey.
Bernard could feel his purple glans throbbing very hard.
His urethra opening pulsated with the rapid beating of his heart.
The handsome boy could feel butterflies in his stomach.
This was to be only his third lover - and one of his previous lovers had been a one-night affair.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bernard nodded. His eyelids felt heavy. His lips felt puffy. The handsome teenager flicked at the corners of his mouth with his tongue tip. He watched as Melinda spread her legs. He fell to his knees between her legs. He sprawled on top of her and they both moaned with pleasure as they pressed their naked bodies together. Bernard could feel her huge melon breasts pressing against his muscular chest. He could feel her nipples. They were hard. Like pebbles. They throbbed against him. Melinda could feel the entire length of Bernard's huge dick pressed up against her lower belly. For the first time the little girl knew exactly how deep inside the cock was going to have to go if the complete penetration they both needed so desperately was to be achieved. The base of his cock was pressing against her tiny golden pubic patch, just above her pulsating little man in the boat, and the tip was twitching a little near her navel. Melinda knew that the tip of Bernard's cock would be lodged deep inside her belly by the time her inner cunt lips got around to gripping at the base of his purple lance. Melinda feared for a moment that she had bitten off a tiny bit more than she could chew. She tried to push her fears into the back of her head. She tried to think of nothing but the womanly pleasures she would know once Bernard rammed his dick past her cherry. Melinda did not want to think about anything that might get in the way of the physical joy she knew she was about to experience. She didn't want to do anything that might stifle her sensual bliss. The little girl kissed hungrily at Bernard's mouth and they were both panting like wild animals in heat. She wondered if she should tell him that he was her first male lover. She decided, upon consideration, that honesty was always the best policy.
"Bernard?"
"Hmmmm?"
"I have a confession to make."
"Yes."
"I have never been with a guy before - you know - like this."
"Never?"
"Uh uh."
"You are a virgin?"
"You are redundant. I am absolutely a virgin," Melinda said. She didn't know if this was true, exactly. She had gotten her pussy eaten repeatedly. She was no stranger to sexual pleasure. She just had never taken a cock inside her. Melinda decided to keep her lesbian love a secret.
"I'm honored to be your first man," Bernard said sweetly.
"Please fuck me now. I can't wait any longer," Melinda said.
Her voice was shaky, desperate, wanton. She begged him with her sincere baby blue eyes. She flapped her long blonde eyelashes against her high cheekbones.
Bernard placed the palms of his hands flat on the ground on either side of Melinda's pretty head.
He pushed down.
He straightened his arms.
Bernard arched his back and lifted his upper torso. He moved so that only Melinda's erect nipples were touching his chest. He got up on his toes. The boy looked as if he were about to do push-ups on top of the little girl. Only the tip of his long thick cock was touching her, between her bellybutton and her mound. She moved his hips backward so that his piss hole ran through her pubes. The head of his cock was so hypersensitive at that moment that he winced as the hairs brushed his urethra - despite the fact that her pubes were downy soft. The handsome teenage boy supported the weight of his upper body with his left hand exclusively. He moved his fingers as far apart as he could in the grass. He bent a little at the knuckles and dug his fingertips into the warm soil. Melinda felt very natural. Being naked in the woods alone would be nice - even if she weren't about to get her cherry popped.
With his right hand Bernard reached back and. grabbed the base of his cock. He wrapped his fingers around it tightly and clenched his fist. He gave his thick dick a couple of quick squeezes - just to make sure that it was as long and thick as possible. He was satisfied with the experiment and used his hand to guide his cock tip. Melinda found it impossible to keep her ass still. She was grinding her buttocks against the warm grass. She could tell that her natural lubrication was dripping into the ground. So natural, Melinda thought to herself. Bernard rubbed his quivering piss hole against the little girl's twitching love button for a moment.
She whimpered.
She whined.
"Fuck me," the little girl said breathlessly. "Pretty please!"
Bernard ran the tip of his pole of manhood ever-so-slowly up and down the little girl's pussy. He loved the way she sounded when she begged for his cock. He could tell that she was in his control. He knew that he could tease her for as long as he wanted. He liked the feeling of power. But he also wanted to get laid - so he wasn't going to tease for too long. Melinda could feel the ache of desire inside her cunt getting worse than it had ever been before in her entire life.
Finally he moved the throbbing purple head of his thick lance to the base of her drooling poontang. He moved his hips from side to side and got the head of his cock between her inner labia. He clenched the muscles in his ass cheeks. He pressed his buttocks tightly together - as tightly as he could. One would not've been able to pry those ass cheeks apart with a crow bar at that moment.
He moved his hips so that his cock was at the appropriate angle for vaginal penetration. The little girl knew that her virginity only had a few seconds to live. She found it very difficult to breathe. Melinda gasped desperately as she felt the pressure increasing at the mouth of her fuck hole. The pretty little blonde could feel her swollen inner pussy lips stretching until they were gaping. Soon the lips that surrounded her fuck hole were struggling to grip at the ring of scar tissue at the base of Bernard's glans. She could feel the tip of his cock on her cherry. He could feel it too. It was tight, firm. He could tell that it was going to take some brute force to get inside her. He was very big. She was tiny. He knew he was going to hurt her. He knew that there was no way he could keep from hurting her. He figured that his best bet was to get the pain of initial penetration out of the way as quickly as possible. The handsome teenage boy took a deep breath. He filled his lungs with air. Then he stabbed down with his ass as hard as he could.
Melinda heard a tearing sound.
She felt a horrible pain.
Her cherry popped like a cork out of a champagne bottle!
Her hymen tore brutally away from the walls of her inner cunt.
Melinda let out a sharp cry of agony at that point.
She felt as if her cunt had been stabbed with a kitchen knife.
She could feel something warm and sticky mixing with her cunt juice.
She shivered as she realized that this was blood from her recently opened wound. The blood was the same color as the fingernail polish she and her sister always wore.
She could tell that Bernard's cock would be covered with blood by the time he finished fucking her. All of her muscles stiffened as the horrible agony shot up her spinal cord to her reeling brain.
"Should I stop? Does it hurt too much?" Bernard said.
It was clear from the tone of his voice that he did not want to stop.
Bernard Shakey wasn't even sure he was able to stop.
He could feel the raw savage animal within him emerging.
"NO! GOD! NO! DEEPER!" Melinda screamed at the top of her lungs.
They were alone deep in the woods. They did not worry about being discovered.
Melinda Madison made no attempt to stifle her exclamations of pain and lust. The pretty little blonde was pleased to find that the agony of her initial vaginal violation was transient. It soon faded into a dull ache - and that ache blended perfectly with the ache of desire she was feeling. There was a ball of molten yearning at her core.
Bernard could tell that it was going to be no easy task getting all nine inches of his prick inside the little girl in spite of the fact that he had removed the major barrier. Her cunt was shriveled and closed from lack of use. He had to pry it open with the thick head of his cock. He had to stretch her hole to full capacity.
Melinda could feel the tip of Bernard's dick moving inside her bleeding cunt a fraction of an inch at a time. The tip was getting ever-closer to the magic spot. She could tell that something marvelous was going to happen to her when the head of his cock reached that spot. She could tell that she was going to come in a brand new way. She knew this instinctively, and she began to press up with her ass. The little girl tried as hard as she could to relax the muscles at the sides of her vulva so the penetration would be more comfortable for both of them.
Then Bernard took another deep breath, paused and stabbed down as hard as he could. The tip of his prick banged hard against the mouth of Melinda's womb. She exploded into the first vaginal orgasm of her life. She could feel her inner pussy walls convulsing around his huge glans. His cock was less than half way in and she had already stiffened and trembled with her ecstasy. Bernard could feel his hot sticky semen swirling around his swollen testicles. The head of his prick felt like it was going to burst. Her pussy was the tightest thing he had ever felt on his pole of manhood.
Melinda found her deep-vaginal climax to be shorter and sharper than the clitoral comes she had known.
But the best thing about the new kind of come was that she could tell it was only the first of many that she would have during the course of the fuck.
Melinda Madison lifted her feet out of the grass. Bernard's cock began to slide it more quickly. She was wetter and more relaxed after her orgasm.
Melinda's chubby pink toes were clutching desperately at the top balls of her feet as she lifted her legs.
The pretty little blonde straightened her legs and pointed her toes at the sky. She squeezed at the sides of Bernard's tensed hips with the insides of her thighs.
She turned her feet inward and crossed her ankles at the small of her back. Her knees were pointing in opposite directions, and her thighs were as far apart as she could get them.
Melinda wrapped her arms around his strong back. She scratched lightly at the tight skin between Bernard's rather point-y shoulder-blades. In this manner the pretty little blonde hugged her first man with her arms and her legs at the same time.
Melinda could feel the boy's cock against the back wall of her pussy. There were still several inches of cock at the base left to be pushed inside.
Melinda could not believe how stuffed with cock meat she felt. She thought that her insides would burst and she would bleed to death at any second.
The pretty little blonde found that her pussy was a lot more elastic than she thought it would be - just like her sister Michele had said it would be.
The head of his cock found her core.
She felt thoroughly pierced!
Impaled.
She felt like a butterfly on a pin on display under glass.
His cock head throbbed incredibly deep inside her belly.
She could feel the entire length of his rod pulsating against the taut walls of her womanly internal flesh.
Bernard Shakey had done more than touch Melinda in places that she had never been touched before.
Oh yes.
Much more.
Bernard had touched the pretty little blonde in places she didn't even know she had. Deep places. Internal places.
Secret places.
Feminine places.
Places so deep inside Melinda's body that the little girl would have thought that they couldn't be reached from the outside. She was filled to the brim with twitching tube steak!
"Fuck me," she said.
Her voice was filled with urgency. She needed it bad.
Melinda Madison wanted to be fucked until she could hardly walk!
Melinda's inner cunt lips gaped and gripped at the base of Bernard's lance. He was all the way in. Melinda thought that he would start his in-and-out fuck motion right away.
Bernard continued to press down with his hips. He ground his pubic bone against her. He rubbed the top of his cock base against her engorged little man in the boat.
He gyrated his hips. He stretched the inner walls and inner lips of Melinda's cunt in every possible direction. Melinda made pathetic whimpering noises. Again she begged him with her eyes.
He had mercy on her. He began to fuck. He felt more in control than ever. He loved the way her tits felt against his chest. He loved the way her shapely legs felt as they gripped him. He loved the sensations her long red fingernails caused as they scratched lightly at his back and the back of his neck.
He knew he wouldn't be able to fuck for very long.
It had been a long time since the handsome boy had gotten laid.
It was still difficult to score at sixteen in Rushdale.
It didn't help that he had a reputation as an egghead.
No matter how normal he acted he was still an oddball.
But not with Melinda. Melinda didn't care about the power of his mind.
She only cared about the power of the stiff meat Bernard carried around with him between his thighs.
Bernard pulled his dick out of her pussy very slowly.
He could feel the girth of the pole tugging the inner labia.
Melinda's inner cunt lips were stretched far out as he withdrew.
Bernard pulled his cock almost all the way out of the quim.
Only the head of his cock remained inside her cunt. Her lips gripped the base of his glans. He paused, took a deep breath, and rammed down as hard as he could. The little girl could feel her pussy hole going from completely empty to completely full in one fell swoop. Melinda could feel a great rush of pleasure rip through her diminutive torso. She could tell that the handsome boy was not going to have to do that too many times before she would have her second orgasm of the fuck.
Bernard heard her grunt.
She emptied her lungs.
Her face was very red.
He could tell that he would soon shoot his wad - so he gave it everything he had.
The handsome boy began to fuck that tight bleeding twat as hard and fast as he could.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bernard could feel his sadistic nature emerging. He didn't care how much he hurt the girl. He wanted to drive himself to an awesome climax.
The handsome teenager could feel the tickle of sexual anxiety forming at the base of his prick. He knew they were in the homestretch of the animalistic hump.
Her cunt made squishy splashing noises as he rammed it.
Melinda thrust upward with her hips each time the boy slammed downward with his nine inch pole of masculinity. Their loins slapped together rhythmically. They were slick with sweat. They moaned and groaned together. Melinda exploded into her second orgasm, and she was pleased to find that it was even longer and more intense than her first.
After several more strokes Bernard could feel his sexual tension reach the saturation point. All of his muscles tensed and he shivered violently.
The handsome boy slammed the entire length of his cock into the little girl's cunt. This made Melinda come for the third - and best - time. They came simultaneously. - She could feel his cock head and stem spasming against the stretched internal walls of her needy womanhood, and this triggered her own convulsions. They sang a duet. Both screamed with bliss. Melinda could feel the boy's huge cock getting even thicker and longer as the lava began to spurt from the tip.
He bathed her inner pussy with his hot sticky semen.
Bernard filled Melinda's poontang with his fuck cream.
His silver seed shot out of his gaping piss hole plentifully.
Melinda discovered that she could use her internal cunt muscles.
She contracted the muscles and tugged on his dick as hard as she could.
Bernard felt as if he were being sucked off by cunt flesh.
She was going to suck his balls dry with her hungry pussy.
He had scratched her internal itch - the itch that had been plaguing her for so long. Now she was a real woman.
Her cunt was no longer a rosebud.
It was a full-fledged flower.
She could feel his cock lose its urgent rigidity.
Bernard's penis softened within her spongy hole.
He lowered his face. They kissed passionately - wetly.
They tongued each other's gums and teeth. They stimulated each other's saliva glands. They swapped spit. They quaffed cheerfully of each other's hot spittle. They drank from each other's sensuous mouths. Bernard pulled out and rolled onto his back.
His semi-erect cock slouched on his thigh.
Melinda winced when she looked at his groin. As expected, his diminishing lance was wearing a crimson coat - blood from her popped cherry. The flow of blood inside the little girl had stopped, but, there was dried blood on her pubes, the insides of her thighs and down in the crack of her ass.
"We made a mess," Melinda said with a giggle.
"I hope I didn't hurt you too badly," Bernard said.
"Oh, Bernard, it was perfect," Melinda said. "A real manly fuck." She beamed. She was very happy. A brand new world had been opened up for her by his stiff dick.
She stretched her arms up over her head - toward the sky.
She arched her back languorously - feeling very adult.
"I have a handkerchief to clean up," Bernard said. He stood and went to his clothes which were hung over a nearby tree branch.
He was thinking of more practical matters.
He handed the handkerchief to Melinda and she frowned. She had been hoping that he would mop her pussy for her. With his hominess, Bernard's romantic self had left.
She wiped the blood off as much as she could and handed the hanky back to the boy, who used it to clean his cock. Melinda noticed that the blood had clustered most thickly at the base of his dick - in a ring.
They got dressed.
Melinda felt strange. Bernard was actually very cold when he wasn't hot. Melinda almost smiled at her unintentional humor. But she was glad that her cherry was gone. Now she and Michele could play all of the same games when they got it on at night.
"So how was it?" Michele Madison asked her sister eagerly.
"Very nice," Melinda said. Her blue eyes were twinkling.
The corners of Melinda's mouth insisted on turning upward.
"Sounds like it was more than nice. Did you come?"
"Three times."
"Was he big?"
"About nine inches."
"How long did he keep it up."
"I have no idea. Long enough. Not too long," Melinda said.
"Honey, there is no such thing as too long," Michele replied.
"There is when you are bleeding," Melinda added, raising her right eyebrow into a golden arch.
"Poor, Mindy," Michele said with a pout. "Did it hurt bad."
"Only for a second," the little girl said. Her cheeks were rosy.
"Much blood?"
"Some. Not too bad. The pleasure was good more than the pain was bad - if you know what I mean,"
"Uh huh," Michele said. They were in their bedroom. Both sat on Melinda's bed, very close to one another. "I guess you won't be horny tonight, huh?"
"The hell I won't," Melinda said. She kissed her sister on the lips. It had just turned dark. They figured they had four of five hours of privacy ahead of them.
They were wrong.
Little did the pair know that Monica Madison had gotten half way to her "office" in Syracuse when she decided to take the night off. She had had a rough week, and she decided that it would be nice to spend a quiet evening- at home watching television or catching up on her reading. She made a U-turn and headed back for her home in Rushdale.
Melinda and Michele flicked the tips of their tongues together. Then they rolled them together in a wet, internal swordfight.
"I need a bath before we fool around," Melinda said.
"I'll draw you a tub," Michele said, caressing her cheek.
"Scrub my back?" Melinda asked mischievously with a wink.
Melinda took off all of her clothes and followed Michele into the bathroom.
Michele filled the white porcelain tub half full of hot water. Melinda stepped into it slowly - dipping an experimental big toe before taking the plunge. She sat down in the tub slowly - knowing that the water was going to feel hotter on her cunt than anywhere else on her body - with the possible exception of her nipples, but they were the last to get wet.
Michele got naked too - just so her clothes wouldn't get wet in case there was some impromptu splashing.
Melinda sprawled on her back in the tub. Her eyes closed. Her breasts were buoys.
Michele grabbed the white bar of soap and began to lather Melinda's breasts. She stroked the nipples.
Melinda knew that Michele had more raw sensuality in her little finger than Bernard had in his whole body. He hadn't even touched her tits - except for smashing them flat against her chest - which didn't give the pretty little blonde extraordinary pleasure.
Melinda could feel her sister's hand working down the front of her body. Melinda lifted her feet out of the water and placed them on the white tiled wall near the chrome faucets. Her toes pressed very hard against the wall. Michele ran her fingers gingerly down between Melinda's legs. Melinda winced as her sister first touched her pussy. But the warm water quickly soothed the flesh, and Melinda could feel an ache of desire forming there. She could tell that her cunt was swelling. She imagined she was lubricating herself, but there was -no way of knowing for sure while she was in the tub.
Melinda heard herself start to moan. Michele used plenty of soap and washed Melinda's crotch. She was clean as a whistle by the time Michele put the bar of soap back in its dish at the side of the tub.
She plunged her right hand back under the water. Michele lightly stroked up and down Melinda's swelling slit. She pushed a couple fingers in between the little girl's inner cunt lips at the base of the slit. Michele had never been able to stick her fingers inside Melinda before. She began to penetrate.
"Oh yeah, sweety! Stick your fingers all the way in," Melinda said. Her niece was filled with unadulterated joy.
The girls were having so much fun playing in the tub that they did not hear their mother's car pull into the front driveway. They didn't hear as she opened the front door and stepped into the livingroom downstairs.
"FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGERS!!!" Melinda screamed out at the top of her lungs. She splashed water out of the tub as she began to buck up and down with her hips.
That was all Monica Madison needed to hear.
She knew what was happening.
Her daughters were playing their sinful game. And they would have to be punished. Monica was not going to play favorites now. They would both be punished.
She ran up the stairs three at a time. Her mind snapped. She confused Monica with Madame Pain. They became one. She confused being a mother with being a professional dominatrix bitch.
CHAPTER NINE
Monica Madison's face was beet red with her ire as she burst into the steamy bathroom. Melinda was iii the middle of an orgasm. Water was being splashed all over the bathroom floor. Michele was working three stiff fingers in and out of her sister's poontang as hard and fast as she could, using her thumb to directly stimulate Melinda's lobe button simultaneously.
Melinda was screaming bloody murder in her ecstasy, and it took both of the girls a few seconds to realize that they were in very deep trouble. Once Melinda saw her Mommy standing in the doorway the convulsions stopped. She fell still in the tub. Michele looked back over her shoulder. Her jaw dropped. Michele sheepishly pulled her fingers out of Melinda's cunt. They could both feel the blood draining from their heads. Melinda and Michele could feel themselves turning as white as ghosts. Melinda could feel her heartbeat begin to race with her extraordinary terror. She could feel ants crawling around inside her tummy. Her skin was slick with a cold sweat.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU GIRLS THINK YOU ARE DOING, GOD DAMMIT?"
Monica screamed at the top of her lung. Her jaw was set. She was grinding her teeth. Michele could tell that she wasn't going to get off easy this time. The bolder sister knew that she was going to be punished just as severely as Melinda.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," Michele managed to say. Her voice was pathetically weak. She shut up as Monica slapped her twice across the face as hard as she could. Michele was slapped once on either cheek. Once with the palm of Mommy's hand and once with the knuckles. Michele was dazed by the blow and found herself sitting on the bathroom floor seeing stars before her eyes.
"Shut up, cunt. You two wanna play sex games. I'll show you sex games. Now you are going to find out what Mommy really does when she goes to work."
"You mean you aren't a waitress?" Melinda heard herself say. She winced. She had not intended to speak.
"Stupid, pussy! No! I never waited on a table in my life, cunt. I give men pain. I am a dominatrix! A common hooker - with a specialty. There. Think about it. Now you know. And I will cause you pain too."
Melinda could feel tears of fear and despair welling in her eyes. The tears soon rolled from the ducts at the corners of her baby blues down her cheeks and the sides of her button nose.
"Now get out of the tub and get dry. We are going to go into the master bedroom now. Oh yes, we are going to find out who the mistress is around here. I will be your sex mistress. You, I am afraid, will be no more than my sniveling slaves by the time I am through."
The girls knew that she could do it if she wanted to.
And all appearances said that she wanted to a lot. The girls' minds were blown. They were trying to adjust to their mother's occupation and obey her orders at the same time.
Everything was happening too damn fast for them to understand.
Melinda could feel her mind racing in a thousand different directions at the same time - never able to cling to a single thought for more than a fraction of a second.
She stepped out of the tub. Monica backed up into the hall. The girls dried off very fast in the bathroom and followed their crazed mother sheepishly into the master bedroom.
Melinda could feel her knees shaking. She could feel her leg muscles getting weaker by the second. The muscles in her thighs felt as if they were made of jelly. Melinda was not at all sure how long her legs would be able to support the weight of her body. She had nothing to worry about. She would be prone soon enough.
"You!" Monica pointed at Michele. "Sit on the desk chair."
"Yes, Mommy," Michele said with her eyes lowered.
The little girl did her best to sound subservient. Michele's mind was filled with hatred for her mother. Mommy had been lying to her for years. She was a cruel bitch.
"YOU! GET ON THE BED ON YOUR BELLY!" Monica screamed at Melinda.
Melinda sniffled away her tears and got on the huge double bed.
"Stretch your arms out straight in front of you." Monica said.
Melinda could tell that there was no point in struggling.
Monica was going to get her way one way or another, Melinda knew.
Melinda figured her best bet was to be cooperative.
Melinda prayed that the whole thing would be over quickly.
The pretty little blonde stretched her arms. Her breasts were against the bed.
Her ass cheeks stuck up in the air - so round, cute and vulnerable.
Monica licked her lips in anticipation as she gazed upon Melinda's wet ass.
Melinda heard her mother rummaging in her bottom dresser drawer.
The strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch produced four pieces of rope.
She quickly tied Melinda's wrists to the bars in the headboard.
Monica tied the knots as tightly as she could get them.
Melinda could tell that her mother had gone completely insane.
It was clear that the bitch had no concern for her pain.
In fact, the strawberry blonde relished Melinda's discomfort.
Melinda could feel the ropes biting into her wrists.
She could tell that the circulation of blood had been interrupted.
Melinda could tell her fingertips were turning a deep purple color.
The little blonde began to feel pins and needles in her fingers.
She noticed that her knuckles were becoming increasingly stiff.
She knew that it wouldn't be long before her fingers were immobile.
In a few minutes both of her hands would be completely numb.
When Monica finished tying the hands she moved to the foot of the bed.
She grabbed both of Melinda's trim ankles at the same time.
She pulled the ankles as far apart as she could get them.
Monica could see Melinda's buttocks and pussy lips part in the process.
Melinda's slim white thighs were opened past a ninety degree angle.
Her feet were pointed toward the bedposts at the foot of the bed.
Monica hurriedly tied Melinda ankles in place - just as stringently.
Melinda felt the pins and needles in her toes. She knew without looking that her toes - usually so pink - were turning purple from the bondage. Melinda could tell that there would be rings around her wrists and ankles that would last long after the bondage was removed.
If it was removed.
Melinda couldn't be sure it would. For all she knew her mother was about to torture her to death. The mere thought made the pretty little blonde weep with hopelessness and despair. The bedspread got wet from saltwater beneath her shiny face.
Her eyes were red and swollen. The insides of her eyelids felt as if they were made of sandpaper every time the little girl blinked.
Monica had no more rope.
But she found some copper wire - which she used to bind Michele's ankles together. Michele's wrists were bound together behind the desk chair.
Then Monica went to her closet and fetched a riding crop. She always kept some tools of pain around the house - just in case they might come in handy at some time or another.
"This is what happens to little girls who play diddley with their sisters!" Monica cried. Her face was very red. She was grinding her back teeth together nervously.
She raised her right arm over her head slowly.
Then she brought that arm down as hard as she could.
SMACK!
The riding crop came down across Melinda's sweet buttocks.
The pretty little blonde howled with the pain this caused.
SMACK!
Monica hit her again just as hard. Her ass cheeks burned. They turned a fiery red. Monica was not going to stop until those twin globes of delicious ass flesh were striped with angry red welts.
As the whipping continued Melinda could feel the pain change.
At first the blows stung horribly - as if she were getting stung in the ass by humongous hornets.
But then the sharpness of the pain left.
Her ass cheeks numbed from the abuse.
They ached - warmly. It started to feel good. Her dominatrix bitch Mommy was teaching her once and for all how delicate and precious the line between agony and ecstasy was.
Melinda heard her screams of pain transforming into moans of pleasure.
"You like it?" Monica said with an evil hiss - like a snake.
"Yes. Mommy," Melinda said.
"Then I will stop," Monica said. "We will have to think of another way to torture you."
Monica tossed the riding crop to one side. It struck the rug near the foot of the huge double bed and scuttled into the corner near the base of her dresser.
Monica Madison decided that it was high time she got out of her clothes. Whipping sweet Melinda's butt had made her very horny. Her cunt was getting wet and swollen.
The strawberry blonde dominatrix bitch could feel her nipples getting hard and erect. The same was true of her little man in the boat at the top of her pussy slit.
Monica removed her shirt. Michele watched with great interest. Michele had never seen her Mommy without any clothes on before. She looked forward to seeing her mother nude with an odd anticipation.
Michele could see how large and hard her mother's nipples were the second she pulled her blouse open. Monica - like her daughters - wore no bra.
Monica kicked off the high heels and removed her skirt. She slipped off her stockings and her panties - which had a wet spot in the crotch - so that she was completely naked.
"I have to think of something to do with you," Monica said to Melinda, placing a crooked forefinger on her chin and furrowing her brow with thought.
Then Monica snapped her fingers.
"I have it," she said.
"What are you going to do, Mommy?" Melinda asked.
"I am going to give you the reaming of your life," Monica said.
Melinda did not know what the word reaming meant. Monica sensed her confusion.
"Dumb cunt, I am going to fuck your ass," Monica said.
The dominatrix bitch returned to the bottom drawer of her dresser.
She parted her knees as she squatted to rummage around.
Michele could see her Mommy's pink pussy. She could tell that her mother was very horny. It was plain to see that the strawberry blonde's cunt was wet and swollen. The inner pussy lips dangled low from her crotch as she squatted.
Monica found what she was looking for.
"Ahhhhhh, Big Mike," Monica said with a sigh of pleasure.
Big Mike was a dildo. A big fucking dildo! Humongous!
Big Mike was made out of hard black rubber. He was nine inches long.
It was the thickest dildo Monica had. The ebony pole was as thick as Harvey Harris' dick, Monica's muscular slave.
Attached to the base of the dildo was an elastic strap. Monica could put the straps over her hips and the tops of her thighs and wear Big Mike like a real cock.
The fake prick had little rubber pimples - like those you might find on the surface of a ping-pong paddle - on its base. If Monica positioned the spurious phallus properly she could rub her clit against those bumps as she fucked - and make herself come!
Monica did not put the dildo on right away.
She moved to the head of the bed and held it in front of Melinda's face.
"This is going up your asshole," Monica said cruelly.
The dominatrix bitch curled her upper lip into a sneer.
"It's too big, Mommy!" Melinda said - her voice quivering.
The little girl was on the verge of panic. She was drenched with icy sweat.
Melinda found it very difficult to breathe. Her racing heart filled her chest - leaving no room for her lungs.
"It will tear me apart!" Melinda screamed. Fresh tears welled in the pretty little blonde's large baby blue eyes.
