Tamara's Induction: Part 2
By
Alessandra Tamino (tamassandra@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: This is a fictionalized account, not for minors or those repulsed by descriptions of lesbian sadomashochistic interactions or forbidden relations. Feedback always welcome: please email.
Somehow I had done the unthinkable. I had broken one taboo by engaging in homosexual relations, another in submitting myself to masochistic service, and yet another in having those relations with my mother's sister Marisa. I had actually licked and sucked Marisa's wonderful smooth pussy, me, a 14 year old who had never done anything beyond guiltily masturbating and indulging in a few half-kisses with grubby boys! Now my young body was aching, straining with the electric desire to come, inflamed as I was by my depravity and the sure hand of my Mistress-Aunt.
She tossed my light body onto the bed and pulled my arms up over my head, securing my wrists with her left hand. She used her powerful legs to spread my thin thighs and keep them apart as she bent her head towards mine and nuzzled my mouth with her lips. I was on the verge of screaming for her to touch my cunt and start the explosion I so needed, but I had been commanded by her not to speak unless spoken to, and then only to use 4 words/phrases: please, yes, thank you, and Mistress. I merely sighed and endured.
Marisa moved her nipples close to my mouth and I strained to touch them with my tongue's tip. She slapped me across the face, this wicked goddess-bitch, then started to tease me again with her irresistible breasts, and I couldn't help but reach out, which earned another slap. But I loved the way she teased me and I grew even hotter. I tried to squeeze my thighs together but Marisa's strong legs atop them prevented me from creating the pressure and friction I so desperately needed to orgasm.
She shook her ample breasts over my face and I caught a nipple and sucked deliriously on it for a moment before she withdrew and slapped me hard on both sides of my face with forehand and backhand. I loved being punished by her. I was a disobedient degraded little teenage slut, nothing more, and it felt wonderful to admit this, after years of unknowing sexual misery.
Now I could relax... so I spat on her breast, much to her delighted surprise: I could tell my display excited her, so she dangled her nipple just within my mouth's reach before pressing the weight of her chest against my face. I sucked and wet and licked first one breast, then another like a wild and voracious slut until Marisa lifted herself away to my extreme disappointment. I was frustrated enough to cry: the slightest touch on my tender cunt would have brought me over the edge....
But my devious aunt had other tricks up her sleeve. She reached for something near the headboard and I could feel my hands being bound and secured. She fastened my right leg with a smooth red scarf to the bed's footboard, leaving my left leg free, which she grasped in her hands and held aloft.
My pussy was glistening, open, begging for her hand, her mouth, her knee, anything....as she lifted her lips to my foot and very slowly ran her tongue along its side. I nearly screamed out. Marisa then kissed the inside of my left calf and moved back down to my foot and traveled up my leg again, so sweetly with tongue and lips, each time getting closer to my cunt.
God, how I loved what she was doing to me, how I loved my aunt Marisa, how I loved her full tanned sexy mature body and yearned to please it, to please her, to give myself to her every deviant desire, to kneel before the altar of her lust.
She drew my leg up and to the side over my head and lowered her mouth to my heaving pearl, and simply breathed on it. I arched my torso in response, and then Marisa slowly dribbled a stream of her spittle onto my labia. Oh my god -- I couldn't contain myself!
Suddenly her warm mouth engulfed my treasure and I cried out at the top of my lungs:
"YESSSSSS, YESSSSSSS, THANK YOU, YESSSSSS, YESSSSSS MISTRESS, YESSSSS!!!!!"
I thought I would die with pleasure, so intensely did I come!
"Thank you, Mistress, thank you, thank you, thank you," I muttered inarticulately, lost in a recuperative hedonistic haze.
She laid herself fully upon me, nestling her crotch between my legs, pressing her breasts against my nubs, engulfing my mouth with hers in a forceful kiss while stretching her hands along my extended limbs, caressing my legs and thighs and flank and breasts and
neck and arms and face.
"You're so beautiful, my dear slut Tami, so very beautiful, but..." She paused as if in consternation. "Did I give you permission?"
I closed my eyes and smiled and shook my head.
She took my nipples within her fingers and pinched them, gradually increasing the pressure until I lifted my back off the mattress. It hurt and thrilled me and my cunt again was growing wet. Then she guided both my breasts into her mouth simultaneously, kneading them while she sucked on my delectable nipples, coating each with a thick film of her mouth-juice.
"I'm sorry, dear," she said, without a trace of apology in her voice, "but you'll have to behave better.
She tied down my free leg to the left bedpost and surveyed my thin young helpless subservient teenage form: I was completely at her mercy. I rejoiced in my slavery and began to anticipate more punishing delights -- would she blindfold me, gag me, whip me, spank me?
She merely turned silently away, and her splendidly sensual body receded into the doorway, leaving me utterly alone for the night.
(to be continued....)