Chapter 8
Bernard could feel his sadistic nature emerging. He didn't care how much he hurt the girl. He wanted to drive himself to an awesome climax.
The handsome teenager could feel the tickle of sexual anxiety forming at the base of his prick. He knew they were in the homestretch of the animalistic hump.
Her cunt made squishy splashing noises as he rammed it.
Melinda thrust upward with her hips each time the boy slammed downward with his nine inch pole of masculinity. Their loins slapped together rhythmically. They were slick with sweat. They moaned and groaned together. Melinda exploded into her second orgasm, and she was pleased to find that it was even longer and more intense than her first.
After several more strokes Bernard could feel his sexual tension reach the saturation point. All of his muscles tensed and he shivered violently.
The handsome boy slammed the entire length of his cock into the little girl's cunt. This made Melinda come for the third — and best — time. They came simultaneously. - She could feel his cock head and stem spasming against the stretched internal walls of her needy womanhood, and this triggered her own convulsions. They sang a duet. Both screamed with bliss. Melinda could feel the boy's huge cock getting even thicker and longer as the lava began to spurt from the tip.
He bathed her inner pussy with his hot sticky semen.
Bernard filled Melinda's poontang with his fuck cream.
His silver seed shot out of his gaping piss hole plentifully.
Melinda discovered that she could use her internal cunt muscles.
She contracted the muscles and tugged on his dick as hard as she could.
Bernard felt as if he were being sucked off by cunt flesh.
She was going to suck his balls dry with her hungry pussy.
He had scratched her internal itch — the itch that had been plaguing her for so long. Now she was a real woman.
Her cunt was no longer a rosebud.
It was a full-fledged flower.
She could feel his cock lose its urgent rigidity.
Bernard's penis softened within her spongy hole.
He lowered his face. They kissed passionately — wetly.
They tongued each other's gums and teeth. They stimulated each other's saliva glands. They swapped spit. They quaffed cheerfully of each other's hot spittle. They drank from each other's sensuous mouths. Bernard pulled out and rolled onto his back.
His semi-erect cock slouched on his thigh.
Melinda winced when she looked at his groin. As expected, his diminishing lance was wearing a crimson coat — blood from her popped cherry. The flow of blood inside the little girl had stopped, but, there was dried blood on her pubes, the insides of her thighs and down in the crack of her ass.
"We made a mess," Melinda said with a giggle.
"I hope I didn't hurt you too badly," Bernard said.
"Oh, Bernard, it was perfect," Melinda said. "A real manly fuck." She beamed. She was very happy. A brand new world had been opened up for her by his stiff dick.
She stretched her arms up over her head — toward the sky.
She arched her back languorously — feeling very adult.
"I have a handkerchief to clean up," Bernard said. He stood and went to his clothes which were hung over a nearby tree branch.
He was thinking of more practical matters.
He handed the handkerchief to Melinda and she frowned. She had been hoping that he would mop her pussy for her. With his hominess, Bernard's romantic self had left.
She wiped the blood off as much as she could and handed the hanky back to the boy, who used it to clean his cock. Melinda noticed that the blood had clustered most thickly at the base of his dick — in a ring.
They got dressed.
Melinda felt strange. Bernard was actually very cold when he wasn't hot. Melinda almost smiled at her unintentional humor. But she was glad that her cherry was gone. Now she and Michele could play all of the same games when they got it on at night.
"So how was it?" Michele Madison asked her sister eagerly.
"Very nice," Melinda said. Her blue eyes were twinkling.
The corners of Melinda's mouth insisted on turning upward.
"Sounds like it was more than nice. Did you come?"
"Three times."
"Was he big?"
"About nine inches."
"How long did he keep it up."
"I have no idea. Long enough. Not too long," Melinda said.
"Honey, there is no such thing as too long," Michele replied.
"There is when you are bleeding," Melinda added, raising her right eyebrow into a golden arch.
"Poor, Mindy," Michele said with a pout. "Did it hurt bad."
"Only for a second," the little girl said. Her cheeks were rosy.
"Much blood?"
"Some. Not too bad. The pleasure was good more than the pain was bad — if you know what I mean,"
"Uh huh," Michele said. They were in their bedroom. Both sat on Melinda's bed, very close to one another. "I guess you won't be horny tonight, huh?"
"The hell I won't," Melinda said. She kissed her sister on the lips. It had just turned dark. They figured they had four of five hours of privacy ahead of them.
They were wrong.
Little did the pair know that Monica Madison had gotten half way to her "office" in Syracuse when she decided to take the night off. She had had a rough week, and she decided that it would be nice to spend a quiet evening- at home watching television or catching up on her reading. She made a U-turn and headed back for her home in Rushdale.
Melinda and Michele flicked the tips of their tongues together. Then they rolled them together in a wet, internal swordfight.
"I need a bath before we fool around," Melinda said.
"I'll draw you a tub," Michele said, caressing her cheek.
"Scrub my back?" Melinda asked mischievously with a wink.
Melinda took off all of her clothes and followed Michele into the bathroom.
Michele filled the white porcelain tub half full of hot water. Melinda stepped into it slowly - dipping an experimental big toe before taking the plunge. She sat down in the tub slowly - knowing that the water was going to feel hotter on her cunt than anywhere else on her body — with the possible exception of her nipples, but they were the last to get wet.
Michele got naked too — just so her clothes wouldn't get wet in case there was some impromptu splashing.
Melinda sprawled on her back in the tub. Her eyes closed. Her breasts were buoys.
Michele grabbed the white bar of soap and began to lather Melinda's breasts. She stroked the nipples.
Melinda knew that Michele had more raw sensuality in her little finger than Bernard had in his whole body. He hadn't even touched her tits — except for smashing them flat against her chest — which didn't give the pretty little blonde extraordinary pleasure.
Melinda could feel her sister's hand working down the front of her body. Melinda lifted her feet out of the water and placed them on the white tiled wall near the chrome faucets. Her toes pressed very hard against the wall. Michele ran her fingers gingerly down between Melinda's legs. Melinda winced as her sister first touched her pussy. But the warm water quickly soothed the flesh, and Melinda could feel an ache of desire forming there. She could tell that her cunt was swelling. She imagined she was lubricating herself, but there was -no way of knowing for sure while she was in the tub.
Melinda heard herself start to moan. Michele used plenty of soap and washed Melinda's crotch. She was clean as a whistle by the time Michele put the bar of soap back in its dish at the side of the tub.
She plunged her right hand back under the water. Michele lightly stroked up and down Melinda's swelling slit. She pushed a couple fingers in between the little girl's inner cunt lips at the base of the slit. Michele had never been able to stick her fingers inside Melinda before. She began to penetrate.
"Oh yeah, sweety! Stick your fingers all the way in," Melinda said. Her niece was filled with unadulterated joy.
The girls were having so much fun playing in the tub that they did not hear their mother's car pull into the front driveway. They didn't hear as she opened the front door and stepped into the livingroom downstairs.
"FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGERS!!!" Melinda screamed out at the top of her lungs. She splashed water out of the tub as she began to buck up and down with her hips.
That was all Monica Madison needed to hear.
She knew what was happening.
Her daughters were playing their sinful game. And they would have to be punished. Monica was not going to play favorites now. They would both be punished.
She ran up the stairs three at a time. Her mind snapped. She confused Monica with Madame Pain. They became one. She confused being a mother with being a professional dominatrix bitch.