Chapter 7
"Kiss my thighs, my delicious little slave," Bernard said, placing his palms gently on top of Melinda's head.
He ran his long, thick, strong fingers through her hair until the fleshy part of his fingertips were pressed against her scalp.
He ran his fingers down to the back of her skull and held her firmly, parting his legs as he did so.
Melinda puckered those full lips and began to kiss the firm flesh on the insides of Bernard's muscular thighs.
Her lips were moistened by her tongue, and the kisses were sweet and damp on his hairy, sensitive skin.
She kissed her way slowly towards his crotch, placing her fingers on his knees lightly as she made her way.
Already she could smell the heavy odor of sex all over Bernard Shakey's formidable cock and balls.
He got up off the table completely and stood with his knees slightly bent, his long legs far apart.
He arched his back and threw back his shoulders, making his broad chest throw out in a most manly way.
He looked down at the top of Melinda's head with an expressionof complete dominance on his handsome rugged face.
Finally Melinda got to the side of Bernard's dangling scrotum and she stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.
She placed the tip of her tongue on his balls and was thrilled when she heard the man gasp for pleasure.
She began to wiggle the tip of her tongue around and she could feel the muscles in Bernard's thighs get tense from anticipation.
He let out a little moan that made the hairs on the back of Melinda's neck stand up on end.
"That's it baby," Bernard said, in a low tone that was mellower than his previously angry self.
Melinda placed her fingertips on the base of Bernard's scrotum.
She slowly lifted his balls up so that she would be able to get her tongue up and under his testicles.
She could feel how full his scrotum sack felt. Even though he had already had too orgasms his scrotum felt as if it were filled to the rim with hot sticky come.
She bobbed that sack up and down for a moment with her fingertips.
She liked the way his balls felt when they were wiggling around inside the sack, swimming in a sea of come.
She looked as if she were trying to figure out in her mind how much Bernard's humongous testicles weighed.
Melinda lowered her head a little more and turned her face so that she could lick the very base of his balls.
At the same time she wiggled the fingertips that rested on that sack to double the man's pleasure.
For a while Melinda forgot about the pain that was still very much present in her crusty ass-hole.
She concentrated her attention solely on the pleasure she was giving Bernard's balls with her fingers and tongue.
Melinda flicked her tongue rapidly back and forth on the patch of skin between Bernard's balls and his ass-hole.
He moaned more deeply and Melinda could feel his grip getting firmer at the back of her skull.
Her cheek held the sack that held his balls aloft so she moved her fingers on both hands to the cheeks of Bernard's ass.
She worked her fingers slowly and gracefully toward the crack of her ass, seeing how gently she could touch him.
He could feel her nails getting very close to his throbbing ass-hole where they stopped and did not move for a moment. Then Melinda gently parted his buttocks with her fingertips.
She did it very slowly and gingerly, as if she were afraid of being too abrupt and taking a risk of angering her sex master.
She could feel that his ass-hole was covered with hair, but this did not stop her hot, thick, sensuous tongue.
Her tongue was very curious and the tip slowly crawled over the hot skin toward its target in between the cheeks.
She got her tongue right on his ass-hole and began to wiggle it around.
She could feel his sphincter contracting each time : she tongued it with the tip of her hot wet tongue.
She ran the tip of her tongue in a circle all around the ring of muscle that surrounded the man's tight rectum.
"Yes, yes, yes," Bernard said breathlessly. "Lick it. Lick my ass-hole with that hot tongue of yours."
Melinda began to lap at his butt hole hungrily, using the flat part of her tongue.
She didn't care about the little ass hairs that she was getting in her mouth by licking him in this manner.
She found that she loved the flavor of Bernard's ass-hole.
She licked him until all of the flavor was gone from that orifice.
She then pulled her tongue away from his ass-hole and once again flicked her tongue lightly on the patch of skin between his ass and balls.
She licked at the base of his balls, and then licked at the entire full sack with the flat part of her tongue.
There were little hairs growing right out of his scrotum.
She got one of those hairs between a thumb and forefinger.
She held her fingers at an odd angle so her fingernails would not get in the way.
She gave that hair a tiny tug, and Bernard was amazed at her skills at giving him pleasure.
She had a way of making the tiniest sensation very intense just by her timing and her sense of sensuality.
"That's it baby. Now lick my cock. I want you to lick my cock very, very slowly," Bernard said in a deep throaty voice.
He could feel the blood pumping downward in his body at that moment.
His cock was throbbing and growing larger with each throb.
The color of the glans was darkening and becoming more purple.
Melinda placed her fingertips lightly on the base of his cock.
She pushed the shaft upward and felt the flesh becoming firmer even as she moved it.
She pushed that rod upward until it was pressed on his flat stomach.
It was pointing straight up toward his face, and quickly became as hard as a rock.
As the base of his prick swelled, some of the blood that had been crusted there cracked and flaked off.
The tip of his cock rested well above his belly button, and Melinda could tell for sure that she wouldn't have been able to get her tiny fingers all the way around the shaft if she had been asked to give him a hand-job.
Once again Melinda stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.
She concentrated on making the tip as sharp as possible.
She placed the tip at the very base of the shaft, where it was connected to the sack that held his balls.
His balls were all wet and shiny from the hot spittle Melinda had spilled on them when she was giving them love and affection.
She looked at the shaft of Bernard's prick and she could see that it was lined with dilated, protruding blue veins.
Those veins ran in crooked patterns the entire length of his cock.
The veins reminded the beautiful woman of a road map.
She decided to use the veins as a roadmap to determine her tongue's route.
She was going to go on a ten-inch journey, with her tongue, all the way to the tip of Bernard's cock.
She knew that the underside of his cock was the most sensitive.
She was very gentle and flicked her tongue back and forth as she moved her whole head upward.
She discovered that Bernard was most sensitive on the fleshy patch just below the head of his cock.
She paid a lot of attention to the spot at the base of the glans where it splits.
She then ran her tongue up over the head and used the very tip of her tongue to fondle the piss hole in the center of that crown.
She allowed his cock to lower just enough so he could roll her tongue thickly over the silky smooth skin that was stretched taut over the head of Bernard Shakey's throbbing pole of manhood.
She licked at his glans until it too was wet and shiny from the saliva that Melinda spilled upon it.
Melinda's saliva gland was working overtime and she had to concentrate on swallowing frequently so she wouldn't drool any more than was necessary.
She then returned to the base of his cock and licked a bit harder.
His whole cock was rich with the taste of blood and the scum and he had picked up from deep inside Melinda's bowels.
She quickly learned that she loved the taste. It was the taste of sex.
She hungrily went about the project of licking his cock meat clean of that caked blood and ass scum.
She worked hardest at the base of his prick where it was caked on the thickest.
She then licked at the underside of his shaft with the flat part of her tongue.
She allowed his cock to stick out straight from his hips at its natural slightly upward angle.
The angle that his cock rested in naturally reminded Melinda of anti-aircraft guns mounted on the side of a war ship.
She then licked the scum from the top of his cock.
His penis was now as clean as a whistle and Bernard smiled.
"That was very good, my slave. Now you must suck me. I want you to suck me until I come once again. And when I come I want you to drink down my semen as if it were a fine imported wine. Do you understand what your master says, my beautiful petite slave?"
Melinda drew her head back and looked at Bernard's erect member.
She looked at the head in particular. She was in awe of it.
She hoped that that purple glans would fit inside her mouth.
She knew that, at best, it was going to be a very tight fit.
She knew that the corners of her mouth were going to be pinned back.
She opened her mouth as far as she could and began to move her face forward.
Her mouth was so far open it looked like she was in the dentist's chair.
She stuck out her tongue a little bit so it would touch his piss hole just before her lips made contact.
She knew that Bernard's cock was a lot thicker than Harold's.
She would have to be careful to keep her lips curled over her teeth.
She didn't want to take the slightest risk of scratching him with her teeth.
Not only did the idea of hurting him offend her, but she knew that the punishment would be severe for something like that.
She managed to get the whole head of his cock inside her mouth.
She had to concentrate on breathing deeply through her nose.
Her nostrils flared as she sucked air in through them.
She sucked hard on the purple throbbing head of Bernard's cock.
She rolled her tongue over the tip gracefully as she sucked.
"That's it baby. Now take it deeper," Bernard said, spitting out the words in between gasps for breath.
His fingers moved to the back of her neck slowly.
He dug his fingers into the tense muscles back there.
He dug his fingers in so deeply that he was hurting the little girl.
Melinda knelt with her knees far apart She was sitting on the backs of her calves, using the muscles in the backs of her legs to keep her buttocks parted.
Her ass-hole had stopped bleeding and it felt better when some air could get at it.
Bernard began to pull at Melinda's head, pushing slowly forward with his hips.
Melinda had sucked Harold's cock many times, but she had usually just sucked on the glans. The only time she ever had her husband's whole cock in her mouth was when he was flaccid.
Melinda could tell that Bernard Shakey was not going to stop pushing forward with his hips until all ten inches of his incredible lance of masculinity was plunged deep into Melinda's sensitive throat.
As Melinda moved her head steadily forward, not entirely under her own will she cupped her right palm under his scrotum.
The beautiful woman opened her fingers as far as she could.
But she found she couldn't hold the entire sack at the same time.
No matter how much she stretched her hand some of that sack spilled over the sides of her tiny fingers.
Melinda could not hide her nervousness and her fear.
She could feel her palms getting all sweaty and clammy.
Beads of cold sweat formed in a straight line across her brow.
A single drop of sweat formed under her armpit and ran slowly down her side.
That bead of sweat tickled a little but Melinda paid it little mind.
The thought of having the huge man stab his cock down her throat terrified the beautiful kneeling woman.
She knew that she would have to gag the second the tip of his cock entered her throat.
It was just too thick for her to take without suffering a great deal of pain.
But she knew that she had to prove herself as a lover to him.
If it was humanly possible for her to get his cock all the way inside her throat she was going to do her best to accomplish that feat.
She knew that there were several things she would have to do if she were going to manage his rod.
She would have to meditate on her own breathing. Smooth and steady and through her flaring nostrils.
She would have to concentrate on relaxing her throat muscles as much as possible.
She knew that gagging was psychological. Through brain control she vowed to stop those spasms from thwarting her yearning for complete penetration.
"Take it. Take it all the way into your throat," Bernard said and his voice was strained from his passion.
Melinda Manning could feel the tip enter her throat.
She had a painful urge to allow her muscles to convulse.
Tears welled up in her already swollen big brown eyes.
Those tears overflowed, and soon dripped onto her high cheekbones.
She felt as if she were being stabbed in the throat with a hot knife.
But Bernard continued to pull on the back of Melinda's head.
He continued to move slowly forward with his taut hips.
The cock continued to sink deeper into the flesh.
Melinda straightened her neck so the violation would come easier.
And she knew her plan had worked.
She was not going to gag. She was going to take the whole cock in her throat.
She knew there would be pain. OH, yes! There would be agony!
She knew it would take all of her concentration, but it would be worth it.