Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2000 21:28:48 -0700 From: J. Ocean Subject: 17th summer 22 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 22 [Advisory: This story contains depictions of heterosexual intercourse. If this bothers you, please skip it and wait for the next installment. Thanks. -J.O.] By 10:30 the next morning, I was chained on my stomach in Madeleine's basement. My legs were apart, my arms pulled out in front of me, the red ball gag in my mouth. The moment I walked in the door, Madeleine had taken my hand and led me to the basement, then stripped me naked and put me in this position. Then she'd disappeared upstairs. All I could do now was wait, buzzing with curiosity about what she had in mind. I heard voices, and strained my ears to try to make them out. I couldn't understand what was being said, but I could distinguish Madeleine's voice and two others -- deep voices. Male voices. This gave me a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Madeleine reappeared a few minutes later, dressed atypically for her in a mid-knee plaid skirt and halter top, and pulled up a chair so she could sit right next to the end of the platform where my head was. She put one warm hand on the back of my neck. "Listen close now, Morgan. There's something that I think it's time for you to learn. You do want to learn, right?" I nodded. "OK. I think it's important for you to learn how to enjoy men." What? I started to protest -- but of course, I couldn't speak. "I know it's probably a little scary for you. But I think you're cheating yourself if you don't at least dabble in a little dick now and then. It's not anything you want a steady diet of, but it makes for a good change of pace now and again. If you cut yourself off from that side of things completely, then your not experiencing the full spectrum of possible pleasure." I pondered this silently. True, there had been a couple guys in my past that I'd thought I was attracted to. It wasn't that the idea of being with a man was completely abhorrent to me; but I hadn't expected it now, not here, certainly not under these circumstances. "A couple of very nice guys from the bank have agreed to help us out. It'll be an experience we can share with each other -- I'll be with you the whole time. You know I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, right?" I nodded again. "Don't worry, I made sure they both got checked out, and they're perfectly clean. We're going to take good care of you. Now, is it OK if I call them down?" I hesitated; this all came as something of a shock. But I calmed myself and reasoned that if Madeleine wanted this for me, it must be a good idea. I nodded for a third time. "Good girl," said Madeleine, and ran her hand down my back to my ass. She leaned over me to plant a wet kiss between my legs, then went to the door and yelled up: "Come on down, guys." A few seconds later two men appeared: one white and tall, the other black and shorter. "Morgan, this is Larry," said Madeleine, indicating the white guy, "and this is Keith. Boys, this is Morgan." Larry and Keith exchanged a knowing look; I felt both alarmed and titillated to be presented to them naked and bound in this way. They looked like nice enough guys-well-groomed, clean-shaven, with friendly eyes. I told myself that everything was going to be alright. "Make yourselves at home," said Madeleine. Larry and Keith stripped off their shirts. Larry was hairy-chested, with a lean, sinewy build, while Keith was smooth with muscular arms and chest that looked like they'd seen some time in the weight room. I had to admit they were both kind of sexy -- and knowing that they were going to have me, that Madeleine was giving me to them, gave me a twisted little kick that helped me to relax. Then Madeleine did something I never expected to see from her: She walked casually up to Keith, fell to her knees in front of him, unzipped his jeans, and pulled his cock out of them. He was already fairly hard and Madeleine quickly wrapped her mouth around the head, then sucked down more as she pulled Keith's pants down around his ankles and he stepped out of them. This was bizarre but it was getting me hot, for whatever reason. Larry approached Madeleine from the side and, while still sucking Keith, she deftly unbuttoned Larry's khakis with her left hand and released his growing erection. She held Keith in her right hand as she dipped her head to run her tongue along the underside of Larry's shaft, and I got a good look at both dicks for the first time. I gulped: Keith was huge, and Larry was even bigger. Madeleine returned her mouth to Keith, then ran his cock across her face and down into her cleavage, leaving a little trail of moisture. She paused briefly, now holding a giant, throbbing organ in each hand. (Ever notice how many more words there are for men's genitals than for women's? It's not fair, somehow.) Then she stood and led the two men by their penises over to me. Releasing them, she popped the ball gag out of my mouth, then she retreated to a corner of the room, just at the periphery of my vision. Larry came around in front of me, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, its one eye leading him to me. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, well, there's no turning back now; with a glance at Madeleine in the corner, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Larry's cockhead felt warm, salty, and surprisingly soft in my mouth. Meanwhile, Keith had moved around behind me; the shape of the platform enabled him to walk right up between my legs. I felt his fingers stroke my inner thighs and move up to part my labia. Larry leaned forward, pushing more of his meat into my mouth, while Keith dipped a finger inside me, then widened me with a second and third. Larry held my head and continued to thrust; my mouth was now completely full, and I had to concentrate to stifle my gag reflex. Once I did that, it felt kind of nice; I'd sucked lots of dildos, of course, but I'd never had anything so huge and so alive in my mouth. Keith brought the head of his dick to my entrance, then gently but steadily glided all the way in. I'd never had a cock in me before, and now I was filled with them from both ends. Both men began to move in and out of me, their thrusts falling in and out of rhythm. Keith fit well in my pussy; he held my hips as he ground his own, swirling his tool around inside me and rubbing it against my clit. Larry was a little more difficult; he was absolutely huge and, try as I might, I just couldn't take all of him into my mouth. Keith was very skillful and he had me on the brink of coming when he spoke the first word I'd heard either of them say: "Trade." They both pulled out and when Larry walked away I briefly saw Madeleine; she was sitting in the corner, skirt hiked up and panties off, a hand in her crotch and a lustful, rapturous gleam in her eye. She blew me a kiss just before she was obscured by the form of Keith, whose ebony cock appeared at eye level. He quickly inserted it into my mouth; I tasted myself on him. Larry's gigantic organ poised at my hole, then slowly moved way up inside me, seemingly jabbing all the way up against my heart. For a moment, I felt really afraid for the first time. Here I was being penetrated by two strange men. Larry's cock hurt a bit; though I'd taken some huge dildos in my time, something about the angle he was entering me from combined with the tension of the situation made me feel like I was being turned inside-out. Keith's dick was tickling the back of my throat, making the urge to gag stronger than ever. Then I thought of Madeleine. I thought that these men were really just her instruments, that it was really her fucking me -- it was her slamming into my pussy, her filling up my mouth. As soon as I thought that, I felt something let go deep within me, like a ripple that soon turned into a roaring wave -- and I came with a force that amazed me, my cunt spasming around Larry's cock as Keith's muffled my screams. Keith pulled out from my mouth and I led my head slump against the platform, closing my eyes and letting the little aftershocks run through me. My consciousness drifted away for a minute; it was brought back by a clinking sound near my ear. The emptiness of my cunt told me that Larry was out of me. I smelled perfume; I opened my eyes. Madeleine was unchaining my wrists. Feeling totally limp and malleable, I smiled at her; she winked at me. She unchained my ankles. "Give me a hand here, boys," she said. Larry held my arms, Keith my legs, and they flipped me so that I was now on my back. Then Madeleine started rechaining me -- first ankles, then wrists. When I was fully shackled, she climbed on top of me. She hiked her skirt up and lowered her pussy onto my face. It was very, very wet; she must have been terribly excited by watching Larry and Keith fuck me. I started slurping at it like I madwoman -- I hadn't tasted her for more than a week -- as she fell atop me and plunged her tongue into me. Something appeared above me; it was Larry's balls, which brushed against my nose as he penetrated Madeleine, drawing an animalistic grunt from her. I had a view from inches away as he rammed the length of his huge member into her several times, then withdrew from Madeleine and popped it right into my mouth. The combination of his texture with her taste was intoxicating, and I sucked him like I'd been a slut for dick all my life; I was actually disappointed when he pulled it away from me and it disappeared into Madeleine's pussy once again. Keith must have been doing the same thing at the other end: He was inside me, then he was gone, then he was inside me, then he was gone. I felt Madeleine's mouth move around his cock when it was in me, darting into my cunt and stimulating my clit; I started doing the same for her. Together the four of us were building up to some kind of apocalyptic release. I was coming again and again, already sensitized by the fucking I'd gotten; I felt Madeleine shuddering as I ran my tongue along the place where Larry's dick met her pussy; Keith was letting out a low moan. I heard Madeleine's voice from somewhere beyond the various sexual organs above me: "Don't you dare come inside her!" She nimbly leapt from the platform and pulled Keith's cock out of me, leaving Larry thrusting into empty air. She gave Keith's shaft a couple of quick pumps and his come started shooting out all over my stomach, with a little bit spattering into my pubic hair. Then she did the same for Larry, who groaned helplessly as his semen spewed in a great jet into the air, some of it landing on my face and hair; she guided it so that the rest of it splashed onto my breasts. And that was pretty much that. Keith and Larry nodded at me, mumbled thanks to Madeleine, and got dressed; Madeleine walked them up the stairs. When she returned, she leaned down to kiss me and stroke my hair. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked. I shook my head no. "In fact, it was kind of fun, wasn't it?" I had to admit that it was. "You were very, very good," said Madeleine. "No, more than that; you were incredible. I've never felt as close to you as I feel right now." And then she proceeded to lick me clean of the come that was all over my body; only then did she unchain me and lead me to her bedroom, where we spent the rest of the day napping, watching movies, and making slow, sweet, gentle love.