Date: Sun, 19 Dec 1999 21:59:04 -0800
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: my-seventeenth-summer-5

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 5

Some time passed, I don't know how much. I started to wonder, was I really
laying here, chained down naked in Madeleine's basement? Or was I really at
home in bed, dreaming this whole thing? It felt like it must be a dream,
but if so, why was nothing happening? Dreams are always changing--you don't
just lay there staring at the ceiling for hours at a time. Also, I was
starting to get really hungry.  My stomach was growling, and that felt very
real.

What's more, it was a cool day for the summertime and I was starting to get
a little chilly in the basement with no clothes on. What was going on? Was
Madeleine coming back? What did she have in mind?

At last I heard the door open and there were footsteps on the stairs.
Madeleine came into view, still nude, with a large glass bowl in one
hand. She'd never looked more beautiful, and all sorts of feelings rushed
over me at once--the racing of my heart and a stirring in my loins along
with the pangs in my stomach and goosepimples on my skin.

Madeleine walked over and stood next to me. What was in that bowl she held?
She smiled down at me and dipped a finger into it, then stuck the finger
into my mouth.  Warm chocolate. It was gooey and delicious and gave me an
immediate head rush. I wanted more right away but when Madeleine dipped her
finger in again she took a taste for herself. She leaned down and kissed me
and I sucked hungrily at her tongue, savoring the chocolatey taste.

She spread chocolate on one of her nipples and offered it to me. Good God,
what an amazing combination of pleasures. My mouth felt like it was
melting. The other nipple followed; I had died and gone to heaven, there
was no question about it.

But when Madeleine dipped into the bowl again and spread warm chocolate on
one of my cold, hard nipples, my whole body shuddered with rapture. She
proceeded to dab warm little smears onto my other nipple, then in lines
down my chest to my belly button, on my hips, on the insides of my knees,
and up my thighs.  Finally, she stuck her whole hand into the bowl and
scooped out a big handful of chocolate which she lathered onto my pussy.

I must have had 20 little warm spots all over my body, and the one big one
between my legs. Slowly, one at a time, Madeleine licked them all off. By
the time I felt her tongue lapping and her teeth biting at my inner thighs
I was moaning helplessly; when her mouth met my sex, I came instantly, and
I didn't stop coming until Madeleine had licked me clean.

She jumped up and laid down on top of me, pressing our breasts
together. "That was nice, Morgan, wasn't it?" I nodded. "See what happens
when you trust me?"  She kissed me hard; I tasted my own juices mingled
with chocolate.

Madeleine pulled herself up onto her knees and reached for the bowl. She
put big globs of chocolate on each thigh and rubbed them all around and
into her crotch.  This, I knew, was going to be the best part of all. She
took her time doing it, but when she finally lowered her sweet, gooey cunt
onto my face, I was the happiest girl on Earth. I won't even try to
describe to you how delicious it was; how could I? By now I'm sure you get
the idea.

When I had finished having dessert from between my beloved Madeleine's
legs, she stood up on the platform, towering over me like a goddess. She
applied another serving and spun around so that this time I got a nice view
of her smooth, tight butt as she sat on my face. For the next hour or so I
luxuriated in her mouth-watering flavor as she lay atop me, periodically
smearing a new coat of chocolate on me before slurping it off.

When she finally climbed off me I was in another world. Never before had I
been so completely sated. Madeleine unchained me and helped me up; my legs
were so wobbly I could hardly stand. "That was amazing," I said. "No one's
ever done me like that."

"I know," she said.

I looked around. This was the first time I'd really seen the basement.
Aside from the platform I'd been chained to, there was an apparatus that
looked like an old-
fashioned stocks and some other things that I didn't
recognize at all. There was also a grandfather clock and a big chest of
drawers; to my right was a sunken area that held two big couches situated
around a glass coffee table, a big-screen TV, a bar, and in the corner, a
video camera on a tripod. It was to this area that Madeleine led me now,
easing me down onto a couch where I collapsed into a wet, happy heap.

Then she disappeared again; when she returned, she had a giant bowl of
popcorn in one hand and, in the other, the movie I'd been watching
upstairs. I spent the rest of the afternoon in total contentment with my
head in Madeleine's lap, watching the movie and eating popcorn as she
gently stroked my hair. A whole new world was opening up before me, and I
knew that this was just the beginning.