© Mike Kimera 2000 Do not reproduce without permission

You are on your back on a small coffee table. Your legs and arms are folded under the table so that your wrists are tied to your ankles. Your knees are tied together. Your head leans over the edge of the coffee table. Mary's thighs are on either side of your face. Her light red pubic hair tickles your chin as you lick her fresh young cunt. Mary has been dropping wax onto your breasts for the past 15 minutes as you licked her. 

Mary is close to orgasm now. The freckles on her pale skin look darker. The skin between her breasts and neck looks flushed. She is making small mewing sounds. She has saved your nipples for last. Your left breast is covered in blue wax, the right in red. The nipples look naked.

As she cums in your mouth Mary drops hot wax on both your nipples at the same time. I wonder if the little coffee table will survive the two of you bouncing like that.  My finger, moving lightly over your cunt and clit, shows me that you are very wet. Your eyes between Mary's legs look glazed. Mary collapses on top you, her small breasts pushing into your belly. Her head resting on your pubic bone. Her hair is a red waterfall across your thighs.

I tie Mary on top of you using a rope around her waist and under the table, trapping her arms by her sides. I whisper in her ear and she starts to touch your clit with the tip of her tongue. Gentle, brief touches. It would take a long time for you to cum this way. You are trying to raise your cum stained mouth to reach her but it is too far. You beg her to lick you harder. You struggle under her. She continues the slow gentle lapping of your clit.

You see the whip, Mary doesn’t. She is surprised when it cuts across her buttocks. She groans into your cunt and grinds her pubis into your breasts, cracking the wax she laboured to place there. I hit her again… and again. Red welts trace the kiss of the whip on the soft white flesh of her buttocks. She is chewing your clit now as she loses herself in her pain. Her body, where it touches yours, is slick with sweat. 

Your eyes follow my cock, which sways in front of me as I hit her. You open your mouth and lick your lips in a clear invitation. At this angle your mouth and throat form a straight line of tempting warmth. I kneel and slide my hard cock deep inside you. I can feel the hot breath from your nostrils on the underside of my balls. You suck on my cock with the same enthusiasm with which Mary is attacking your cunt.

The whip is still in my hand. Using small circular motions I work the smooth rounded pommel of the braided black leather whip handle between Mary’s swollen labia. Only the rope around her waist prevents her from crawling away as her tight, seldom used cunt is filled by the fat black handle of the whip.

I extract my now glazed cock from you throat. You moan in incoherent protest. Mary has adjusted to the invasive presence of the whip. Her hips are pushing slowly against your breasts, trying in vain to find a point of purchase for her clit. Perhaps in sympathy with her need for relief she sucks your whole clit into her mouth.  Grinning I spread her cheeks and force my lubricated cock into her arse in a single movement. Mary’s head snaps back, stretching your clit til it slips from her mouth as she cries out.  I never last long in Mary’s arse but this time I can feel the whip handle in her cunt pressing against the underside of my cock and I know I will cum very soon. 

She is shouting now. A long stream of repetitive invective that sounds strange from the mouth of one so young.  Rather than pull my cock from her tight grip, I move the whip in and out of her cunt, driving us both towards climax. You have raised your head and are trying to capture my balls in your mouth. The touch of your tongue launches my sperm on its frantic race into Mary’s bowels. Mary arches her back as far as the rope will allow and then lies on you with deathly stillness.

Gently I remove myself and the whip handle from Mary. Some of my cum drips from her arse, over her bruised cunt and pools at the base of your neck. Both my balls are now in your mouth and you seem to be trying to juggle them with you tongue. I open your mouth with my hand, kiss you briefly on the lips and say “your turn”.

Walking around the coffee table I see that Mary is almost asleep on top of you. Your completely unhooded clit stands ignored centimeters away from her mouth. Not for the first time I consider how complete your clit would look if it were pierced. 

You have done well both of you. You look magnificent. I bend to give you your reward. 

Prevented by the rope from opening your knees you have been trying to press your legs together as closely as possible. Your upper thighs are slick with sweat, saliva and cunt juice. My lips close around your clit as my tongue caresses it. One finger pushes down between your tightly closed thighs to find itself sheathed in your plump wet labia. Your thighs flex. Your breathing halts. Then, with a moan so low I feel rather than hear it, you cum with your clit still in my mouth.

© Mike Kimera 2000 Do not reproduce without permission