Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 20:18:32 -0700
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: 17th summer 21

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 21

The light was very dim, and I was wearing high heels, so I negotiated the
steps to the basement slowly and carefully. When I reached the bottom, I
saw Madeleine and Elena on the couch -- soft music was playing, soft
reddish light was coming from a lamp in the corner. The room had a dreamy,
hushed quality. I sat the tray down on the coffee table in front of them,
whereupon Madeleine stood up.

"Thank you, Morgan," she said. "You are now relieved of your duties." She
took me by the arm. About ten feet away, there was a device that looked
like the stocks where Puritans were once locked in the town square as
punishment for their sins. Madeleine had me kneel and opened the device. I
placed my head and hands in it, and she closed and locked it. She then
produced a red rubber ball and popped it into my mouth.

Madeleine returned to the couch and sat down next to Elena. I was facing
them, on my knees, immobile, mute, as they picked up their mousse and began
to eat. It looked rich, chocolatey, delicious, and I knew it was -- I'd
already sampled a little. Elena sat back, letting out a loud "Mmmmmm" as
she took a big mouthful.

I watched helplessly, my mouth watering, as the two women worked slowly on
their desserts. Madeleine leaned back beside Elena and draped her left leg
over Elena's right one. This made me tense with jealousy. Then Madeleine
reached over and pulled Elena's top up over her breasts. She was,
amazingly, braless, her giant globes boldly defying gravity. Madeleine
scooped some mousse out of her bowl and daubed it on one of Elena's
nipples, then leaned down and began to suck it off. Oh, how I envied her;
actual drool was now forming at the corners of my mouth. A forlorn moan
escaped my gag.

Madeleine sat up again and poured two cups of coffee, handing one to
Elena. As they sat and sipped, their hands casually found their way down
between each other's legs. Skirts were lifted; I saw Madeleine's fingers
slip under the crotch of Elena's white panties, Elena's hand slide down the
top of Madeleine's black ones. Elena's magnificent breasts were exploding
out from under her top. This was torture; and yet I felt privileged to be
witnessing it.

Madeleine spoke. "So what do you think of Morgan?"

"She's very beautiful."

"Yeah, she is. And she's indispensable around the house. I don't know how
I ever managed without her."

"You're lucky to have her."

"I guess I am. The thing about Morgan is..."

"Yes?" prompted Elena.

"Well, she's such a slut. You can't turn your back on her for a minute.
She's a bigger pussy hound than I am, and that's saying something. I could
tell from the moment she laid eyes on you that she was thinking about doing
you."

"Yes, that was obvious." Elena looked over at me; the two women continued
fondling each other as they conversed.

"It's funny, though, the truth is...I like it. Her appetite. It turns me on."

"I know what you mean."

"So..." said Madeleine. "Would you like to fuck her?"

"Of course I would."

"How would you like to have her?"

"Hmmm..." Elena thought for a few seconds. "I guess upside-down."

"You're the guest," answered Madeleine. She put her coffee down, stood up,
and walked over behind me. My heart was racing, my pussy was moistening
over what had been said and what was going to happen next.

Madeleine removed my shoes and stockings, then reached up under my dress
to pull off my panties. My legs were spread and my ankles chained to a
metal bar; the bar was then linked to another chain which ran to the
ceiling. I couldn't see any of this, of course, bound as I was; but I knew
what was happening. Madeleine worked a pulley and my feet lifted up off the
ground; she raised the bar attached to my ankles as far as it would go in
this position, which was just above the level of my head. Then she came
around and unlocked me from the stocks.

Madeleine resumed raising the bar until I was hanging upside-down with my
head two feet off the ground. She approached and pulled the dress off over
my head, then took my wrists and cuffed them together behind my back.

Now I was fully naked, dangling there upside-down, still gagged, legs
spread wide by the bar, hands cuffed behind me. This was a new one. I felt
vulnerable and a bit dazed with all the blood rushing to my head; but also
unspeakably thrilled to be the center of such attention.

Madeleine returned to her seat next to Elena. "She's all yours," she said.
They just sat and looked at me for a minute. It's not every day that you
get a 17-year-old blonde trussed up and presented to you in this manner.

Elena pulled her top the rest of the way off. She walked slowly over and
knelt in front of me. She removed the ball gag from my mouth, and replaced
it with one of her stupendous boobs; I sucked it hungrily, tasting a trace
of chocolate on it. She pulled it away and gave me the other one, cradling
my head against her as I lost myself in the sweet softness. I could have
done that forever...but the best was yet to come.

Elena sat back and pulled off her socks, then unzipped her skirt down the
side and wriggled out of it. I looked over at Madeleine sitting on the
couch, watching raptly. Elena slid her panties off and parted her legs.
Smiling, teasing me, she opened her lips, put a finger between them. I
wanted to say something, tell her how beautiful her cunt was, how badly I
wanted it right away. All I could manage was "Oh God."

She crawled over and offered my the finger that had been inside her. I
took it happily into my mouth, tasting her exotic tang, hoping that I would
soon get to the source. Elena kissed me long and hard. She stood up slowly,
brushing her breasts all along the length of my body. When she finally
stood fully upright, my face was nestled between her thighs. From my
hanging position, it took quite some effort to work my way up to her pussy.
But I managed. I took a couple of soft, tentative licks at first, feeling
Elena's delectable flavor dance on the tip of my tongue. I felt her hands
squeezing my ass. When she gripped my head firmly between her thighs,
giving me a little more purchase, I started tongue-fucking her as hard as I
could.

I loved servicing her, but I was also hoping for some reciprocation.
Finally I felt her hands reach around to open me and a warm slurp ran
across the surface of my pussy. My body quaked, which started me swinging
back and forth a little on my chain; Elena rode with me, doing a little
dance that synced her movements with mine. I stroked her clit, feeling her
writhe against me as she came, her tits pressing against my pelvis.

I heard Madeleine's voice, nearby, speaking to Elena: "Lick her, but don't
make her come."

Sure enough, as I continued to lap up the Latina's dripping nectar, she
repeatedly and expertly brought me to the brink of orgasm and held off. It
was frustrating, but it was also strangely satisfying to be manipulated by
such a master. Or mistress.

Elena came again, letting out a sharp, high-pitched yelp of pleasure. Then
she stepped away. Madeleine appeared in front of me, knelt, kissed me, and
ran her tongue all around my face, cleaning off Elena's plentiful juices.
Then she stood and, when she ran a single finger lightly across my clit, I
exploded. I shuddered and howled, holding on to Madeleine for dear life as
my orgasm ripped through me. Then I went totally limp.

Madeleine lowered me gently to the floor, unchained and uncuffed me, and
helped me up. I wrapped one naked leg around her and kissed her on the
neck, pressing my tingling pussy against her side. Then I caught a glimpse
of her watch. It was after midnight.

"Oh, Jesus," I said. "Mom's going to kill me."

"You'd better get going," said Madeleine. "But be back by ten o'clock
tomorrow. I have something special planned for the morning."

I nodded and went to hug Elena, thinking, what do you say to a woman who
you've just met, then had sex with while shackled and hanging from the
ceiling? I contented myself with a conspiratorial smile, which she
returned, warmth shining in her big brown eyes.

I needed to find my clothes, but first I turned for a last look at
Madeleine, who was unzipping her skirt as she approached Elena. I was sad
that I was going to miss the next part, but happy at having been so well
and thoroughly used.