Date: Sat, 11 Dec 1999 17:47:56 -0800 From: J. Ocean Subject: my-seventeenth-summer-3 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 3 After awhile my birthday rolled around--the 4th of July. My mom had a party planned for that evening with all my friends and relatives, so I was getting some stuff done at Madeleine's in the afternoon. Man, it was hot. It was like a hundred and two and soupy with humidity that day as I worked in the garden, sticky with sweat and a little delirious. I was wearing short cotton shorts and a bikini top but I was still hot, so I decided to take my top off to mow the lawn. I was almost finished when I looked over at the patio and saw Madeleine watching me. I had kind of forgotten that she was home for the holiday-- I mean I knew, I'd talked to her when I got there, but it just hadn't crossed my mind for some reason. She was leaning there in the doorway, martini in hand, dressed in a sheer black blouse and short, gauzy skirt, barefoot. She looked like a classic photograph from another time. How long, I wondered, had she been standing there? I looked down at my tits; they were dewy with sweat and my nipples were hard. More importantly, I wondered what she was she thinking. Her eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, revealed nothing. Madeleine spoke up. "Christ, Morgan, it's ungodly hot out there. Come in and have something to drink." I turned off the mower and started to look for my top, but suddenly I was so nervous that I couldn't remember where I'd left it. Madeleine motioned for me to come inside. "Don't worry about it. Just come in and cool off." So, feeling nervous and excited, I went in wearing just my shorts and sat down. Madeleine brought me a tall, frosty glass of lemonade with ice. It was really fucking good; I gulped it down in nothing flat. "You need a refill?" she said. "That's OK," I said. "I'll get it." I went into the kitchen and refilled my glass, and when I walked out into the living room again, Madeleine was standing in my path. I stopped and just stood there for a second; there was something new, a kind of fervor, in her body language. Without saying anything, she reached out, took the glass of lemonade from my hand, and sat it down on a side table. Then she leaned forward and kissed me. It felt so natural. She wrapped her arms around me and I melted into them, opening my mouth as our tongues met and explored. Madeleine's hand slid down my back and traced around to my belly, tickled my navel, then moved up to cup my breast and stroke my nipple. She moved around to kiss my ear, licking it gently and exhaling a soft breath of warm air into it. I swooned and nearly fell, but I felt her arms tighten around me and pull me up. Madeleine kissed down my neck and across my shoulders, her hand still rubbing and pinching my now painfully stiff nipple. I could sense that she was releasing a tidal wave of pent-up desire, and it set off a similar wave in me. I looked down at her jet-black hair draped over my shoulder as I felt her mouth close around my right nipple, then open again to suck in as much of my breast as it could. She was hungry, forceful, feline in her movements. Madeleine moved quickly to suck my other tit as she reached down, grabbed my shorts by the waist band with both hands and pulled them down and off. I stood naked now before her as she dropped to her knees, running her tongue over my belly and navel. Her hand reached between my legs; I felt her palm pressed firmly against my wet pussy. I bent my knees, struggling to both keep my balance and grind my crotch down on her hand. I gasped as she penetrated me with one finger, then two, then three. Madeleine eased me back onto the couch and spread my legs. I looked down at her; her gray eyes flashed up at me. Something passed between us in that moment, some look of recognition. She struck me just for a second as some beautiful predator, like a black panther, sleek and supple and assured of its own power. My cunt has hot and wet and spread open before her like a fresh kill. She savored the moment and so did I, breathing in the hot, sticky air along with the scent of my own arousal. I was completely in her power and deliriously happy to be there, while at the same time desperately impatient to have her mouth on my pussy. "You really want this, don't you, Morgan." she said. It wasn't a question; it was statement. "You want it bad. I can tell." She smiled. "But you're going to have to at least say please." It took me a moment to process what she was saying, then I answered hoarsely, finding it difficult to speak. "Please, Madeleine." With painful deliberateness she leaned forward, planting a kiss on my blond bush. Teasing, she licked around it and down onto my thighs, as I desperately tried to maneuver my crotch into her path, failing every time. From the moment Madeleine's mouth touched my pussy, I went into an altered state, where time disappeared and I saw nothing but a pure white light. I know that I arched my back and screamed in pleasure; I know that Madeleine wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up, driving her tongue deep inside me; I know that I came over and over again. But it was all this jumbled mass of images flashing through my head, and when I opened my eyes it was like waking up from a dream, tingling and spent. I looked up and Madeleine was standing over me. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a set of breasts as ripe and rounded and delicious-looking as any I've ever seen. She shed the blouse and slowly unzipped her skirt, sliding it down and off. The sight of the soft black fur between her legs sent a shuddering thrill through me, but I didn't move, waiting for Madeleine to take the initiative. She leaned over me so that I could suckle one breast, then the other, her hair tickling my nipples. Then she straddled my head and I looked up into her cunt, which was both the most breathtaking and the wettest I'd ever seen. I sighed as that beautiful thing came down to meet me, and when at last I tasted her, it was more delectable than I'd ever imagined. Have you ever had a meal that you've been waiting for for hours and hours, and maybe it took longer than expected, and your stomach's been growling, and you've been smelling it, and when you finally get it you just want to gorge yourself, stuffing it all in your mouth at once? This was like that, only better. Madeleine's pussy would have been a gourmet delight in any case, but it was the first one I'd tasted in months, and that made it extra luscious. Madeleine reached down and pinned my wrists down on the couch I was laying on, grinding her snatch down onto me. I gasped for air, my face slick with her juices, my only thought to give her as much pleasure as humanly possible. I felt her first orgasm pass through her like a rippling wave, and it set me to vibrating too. I didn't let up but redoubled my efforts, stabbing at her clit again and again as I felt her tits press against my belly and her fingers spread my labia to admit her tongue. We ate each other furiously until at last we were sated and lay still. I inhaled deeply, tasting the hot, humid air tinged with sweat and the smell of female, feeling Madeleine's weight on top of me, firm but soft and comforting. After awhile she stood up, took me by the hand, and led me into the bedroom. We spent the afternoon intertwined, luxuriating in one another, savoring every pleasure we could think of. Finally, as the sun was going down, I lay with my head on Madeleine's breasts, her legs wrapped around me, her pussy warm and moist against my side. I suddenly remembered that I needed to get home for my birthday party. "I have to go home," I said. "I know, Morgan," she answered, gently stroking my hair. She whispered into my ear "It's just that you're so very beautiful--" and opened her legs, letting me free. I kissed her hard and ran quickly to get dressed, afraid to linger lest I not be able to leave at all. Walking home, I realized that I was going to need to shower first of all; I smelled like pussy from head to toe. So I greeted my mom and quickly adjourned to the bathroom, where I reluctantly scrubbed myself clean. The party was nice but I sleepwalked through it, lost in a haze, thinking only of Madeleine and of what would happen next.