The keeper - illustrated bondage story, part 29

Melissa started gasping, then cried all the more when both captors redoubled their efforts. He positioned her mouth over his member, then suddenly pushed it inside. Just then, the woman lay her entire front on Melissa’s back, grabbing both chair legs to hold the girl in place.

Melissa’s scream was flled and then stopped up. Thee girl choked and gagged, her body shuddering. The woman placed both hands on the back of Melissa’s head, as if holding her underwater. He grabbed the sides of her face, letting his fngers cup her jaw. They just held her there, waiting for the two parts to adjust to themselves. Melissa coughed and sputtered, saliva and spit pouring into his crotch hair.

“There,” whispered the old woman, leaning over to Melissa’s ear. “Feel that? It will be there until you’re fnished, like it or not. So mold it. Get used to it. Get used to it or you’ll strangle.”

Melissa tried to yank herself off again, but it was no use. The old woman’s chest mashed against her frm back, sealing her to him. Finally she forced her head down directly over his legs so the penis lay against her tongue and the top of her throat.

She stayed incredibly still, hardly daring to move. Only her chest swelled, trying to take air in through her nose. Her eyes were still squeezed shut against the sight.

“There,” the old woman said again. ‘I knew you could do it. Now,” she whispered huskily, directly into the girl’s ear, her lips rubbing red hair and pale skin. “Listen to me. It won’t end until you get him off. Do you understand? You have to make him come in your mouth. Even if it takes all night. All right?” Melissa didn’t move. Even her chest stopped moving.

“Don’t worry,” said the woman, laying heavily on Melissa’s back. “I’m here to help you. I’ll show you how.”

Melissa’s head began to move slightly, from side to side. She began to plead as best she could.

“No, no, no,” the woman cooed, taking both sides of Melissa’s lace clothing at her shoulders, and pulling down. The teenager’s perfect, round, Jell-O-mold tits popped free. The girl whined and cringed. But then the woman’s hands were completely covered the orbs, squeezing slightly. “You have to do it right,” she said, lightly rolling the nipples to get them stiff. “I’ll be here to tell you whether you’ve got it right.... “ She caressed the pink nubs gently. “...or wrong.” She pinched them sharply.

Melissa jerked in place, the cock crown scraping the top of her mouth. She mewled, then was forced back down.

“Come on,” said the woman, delicately fondling Melissa’s breasts as she lay atop her back. “Come on. You can do it.”

Melissa suddenly bit down as hard as she could, but the ring wouldn’t let her jaw close. He gripped her hair tighter, starting in spite of himself, while his mother gave Melissa’s tits a savage, twisting pinch. The girl jerked in place, crying out around the cock, then started to sob again.

“That’s not right,” said the old woman mildly, sooth- ing Melissa’s nipples with her soft, open palms. “Try again.” She leaned down, even heavier, and whispered wetly into the girl’s ear again. “Try dislodging the ring. Go ahead. Try.... “

Melissa didn’t move, but then again, neither did her captors. He just sat there, his prick still hard in her mouth. The old woman just kept laying on her, her experienced, practiced hands doing a number on her aching breasts.

Finally the girl could take no more. Her tongue darted around inside her mouth, trying to get under the ring. The more she tried to get around the cock, the more she licked it. The more she tried to dislodge the gag, the closer she seemed to get.

Soon her shoulders and arms began to move, jerking, trying to get the proper leverage to pry the ring loose and bite his cock completely off. But the more she tried, the more saliva drooled across the dick and over her lips -- and the more she felt the thing sandwiched between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

The longer she took, the heavier the old woman got on her back, and the faster the old woman’s stimulation of her chest became. “Breathe,” the old woman blew in her ear. “Breathe through your mouth.” She rubbed Melissa’s tits smoothly.

Melissa tried to pull back again, her eyes shut, but his hands were pressing on the back of her head ... and then the old woman let go of her right breast. Suddenly Melissa’s nostrils were pinched shut. The teenage redhead struggled crazily, but still was unable to get loose. The old woman held her nose closed and pulled her right tit in the opposite direction. The man held her head and cupped her chin. Finally she had to let the cock sink all the way back in. She sucked in air through her mouth, and around the prick.

“There,” repeated the old woman, rubbing her arm against Melissa’s chest while still clamping her nostrils shut. “There. That’s it.” She fnally let go of the girl’s nose and lay her hands across the top of Melissa’s back. ‘Keep going. That’s good. Keep going.” She reached around and took a wine bottle off the table.

Melissa stopped dead when she felt something be- tween her legs. She made a little quizzical sound, her head turning as far as the cock would let it. Suddenly the old woman wrapped her hands around the girl’s inner thighs and lifted. Then she put her hands on top of Melissa’s thighs and pushed down.