Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2000 14:12:23 -0800
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: 17th summer 27

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 27

When I got to the bottom of the steps, Madeleine and Tina were on the
couch, kissing. Tina's robe was open, her white panties were down around
her knees, and Madeleine had two fingers inside her wet, lusciously pink
cunt.

I lost it. I don't know why, I just did. I was so mad at being left out
that I threw the tray down on the ground as hard as I could, scattering the
cookies all around. The thud of impact resounded all through the enclosed
space.

Madeleine and Tina broke their clinch and turned toward me; Madeleine
pulled her fingers out and stood up. She had a look on her face I'd never
seen before: genuine anger. She stood there for a few seconds, her eyes
boring through me, deliberately licking her fingers clean. I immediately
regretted what I'd done. I'd overstepped my bounds and embarrassed
myself. I felt faint.

Madeleine walked toward me and right by without a second's pause; I felt
her grab my wrists from behind and bring them together, hard. "Goddamn it,
Morgan, this is no way to act." I tried to apologize but couldn't find the
words; and it was too late now anyway.

Madeleine cuffed my wrists together and forced me to my knees, stuffing a
ball gag into my mouth. She cuffed my ankles too, then attached the wrist
and ankle cuffs by chains to the wall. Tina watched the process with her
mouth agape, legs still akimbo with panties at the knees. Madeleine wrapped
a rope around my thighs so that I couldn't part my legs or stand, then
locked a collar around my neck and chained it, too, to the wall. I was
throughly helpless.

Satisfied with her handiwork, Madeleine walked over next to Tina and
regarded me. "Morgan needs to learn a little lesson about civil
behavior. Let's give her something to think about."

She took Tina's hand and helped her up from the couch. She pushed the
scarlet robe down over Tina's smooth shoulders and it dropped to the
floor. Then Madeleine bent at the waist to take each one of Tina's jutting
nipples into her mouth, rendering them slow and loving attention. She
licked down Tina's belly, lowering herself onto her knees as she did
so. She pulled Tina's panties the rest of the way down and off, flinging
them in my general direction. It was incredible, and incredibly painful, to
watch as Madeleine held Tina's knees and steadied her while spreading her
legs. Madeleine moved up under the standing Tina and extended the tip of
her tongue until it met Tina's pussy.

I squirmed in my chains but could do nothing. Nothing but watch as
Madeleine worked her magic on my little cheerleader. She toppled Tina back
onto the couch, forcing her legs open roughly and -- still, mind you,
dressed in her elegant black strapless -- making Tina yelp in a way I'd
never heard before.

Then Tina laid back on the couch, looking up with a mixture of rapture and
awe, as Madeleine gracefully wriggled out of her dress, then teasingly
stripped off her bra and panties. It was truly a scene to behold -- the
sweet, brown-haired teenager awaiting her next surprise, and the powerful,
black-haired woman in full command of all she surveyed. Both naked, both
wet and willing.

And then there was me, the frustrated spectator. I would have given
anything to get myself free and join in. But all I could do was wait.

In a move she'd used on me many times, Madeleine leaned over the arm of the
couch and dangled her beautiful breasts over Tina's eager mouth. Tina
sucked them both with a mixture of passion and tenderness that made my
stomach clench. Then Madeleine lifted one foot up onto the couch and
presented her glistening snatch for Tina's consumption. Tina complied
enthusiastically, causing the moisture that had been gathering between my
legs to accelerate into a gush. When Madeleine lowered herself on top of
Tina, all I could see of Tina was the top of her head and her nose working
amongst Madeleine's folds. Both of them groaned, working toward a mighty
release, and I felt that this was all I could stand. I tried to close my
eyes. But I couldn't.

Their moans quickened, peaked, and faded. After a couple of minutes
Madeleine disentangled herself from Tina, who remained motionless on her
back as if happily dead. Madeleine approached me and took my chin in her
hand, lifting my head so that I was looking into her eyes. "Do we
understand each other?" she said. I nodded. "Good," she said and, pulling
out the ball gag, leaned down to kiss me open-mouthed. Tasting Tina's pussy
on Madeleine was one of the most delicious things I'd ever experienced, and
I sucked hungrily on her tongue to try to get more.

Madeleine unchained my wrists and ankles from the wall, then unchained my
collar but held that chain tightly in hand like a leash. I knew exactly
what she wanted, because I wanted it too. By a combination of writhing and
crawling, I was able to slowly make my way toward the couch where Tina
lay. Madeleine walked behind me, leaving slack in the chain until my mouth
was just inches from Tina's right nipple -- whereupon Madeleine snapped the
chain back, pulling my head away from the delectable female flesh before
me.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she let me ease forward, till I was just ready to
wrap my lips around that hard nubbin, then the collar yanked me back
again. I groaned in frustration. I looked into the eyes of Tina, who could
so easily have helped me by easing forward a little bit. But she wouldn't.

Again Madeleine slackened the pressure a little, and this time I expected
the snapback but it never came. I was able to put my mouth around Tina's
breast and suck her nipple hard, joy pounding through my head. When I
started to move down Tina's body I felt the chain again, halting my
progress, gentle then taut as I made my way down her stomach and through
her soft brown bush. The aroma drifting up from her well-oiled sex drove me
into a frenzy. I had to strain with all my might, hanging there as if on a
precipice, before Madeleine finally let me put my mouth on Tina's cunt,
which I attacked with a gusto that I don't think I can adequately
convey. Unable to use my hands -- which were still cuffed behind me -- I
worked Tina's already tender pussy with my mouth and tongue until she had a
screeching, wrenching, juicy orgasm.

Having me still cuffed ankle and wrist, Madeleine couldn't resist one more
little humiliation, a reminder of the fact that my pleasure came at her
whim: she pushed my face to the floor and made me eat some of the cookies
I'd spilled. But they were good, and she then laid me back on the couch,
uncuffed my ankles, and removed the rope from around my legs. She and Tina
made themselves confortable between my legs and tortured my inflamed pussy
most delightfully -- with dainty kisses and delicate little licks -- for
what felt like a blissful lifetime.