Chapter 26-1
Dipped In Chocolate
Part 2
She made her way around me kissing and licking my exposed upper body. Since I was good; she untied me and warned me not to touch her or my blindfold or I'd be punished. I gave her my promises. Trusting her, she wouldn't hurt me. When she circled me again, she undid my pants and removed them, leaving me with only in my boxers. She kept circling me a couple more times, feeling and massaging my exposed skin with her tongue and kisses. When she stopped behind me, the next time she dropped my boxers, noticing my very hard arousal and stroking it. She warned me again to remain standing and not touch my blindfold or the game would be over, and we wouldn't play.
Even though I was blindfolded, I started to enjoy this new game. I asked her why all the toppings she wanted me to bring; she said. "Be patient, my little spider. That's the best part of our game, proving you are still a good little spider." Stroking me just enough to see how hard I was. I felt her kneel as took it into her mouth, telling me I smelled and tasted really good. She stood up and kissed me and removed the blindfold and told me it was my turn. Placing the blindfold on her hand had me tie it in the back. She gave me permission to do anything I liked, to feel free to punish her when she was bad, giving me a wicked little smile. She placed me in her trust the same as I put my trust in her.
I started with a kiss, taking away a silk scarf every time I circled her, letting my kiss and tongue trail over her exposed skin and back again to kiss her. I smiled when I saw the bikini top telling her I liked it, but I per to see her without it, and took it off, freeing those bad boys and making my arousal jump. I came around after licking her shoulders and the base of her back only enough where I wouldn't have to get on my knees and back up again to her earlobes.
I reached around her and cupped her breast. She moaned as I massaged them behind her. I made my way back and took each one in my mouth, trailing my lips and tongue around her nipples. She was wickedly bad as she reached out and grabbed my penis and began stroking it. It was my job to punish her, knowing the rules that she wasn't supposed to touch me. I slapped her little hands and leaned in for a kiss and said. "My little flower was bad. Now I have to punish her."
She smiled said. "I like that name. No one has ever called me that before."
I kissed her again, letting her explore my mouth as I tied her hands to the crossbar and went back to her breast, letting my tongue circle those nice, hardened nipples again and I bit softly as she moaned, telling me how unfair I was. I kissed her again and circled her, removing the bottom layers of each scarf and finding the bottom of her bikini. I wasted no time and slipped it off and tossed it to the side.
I kneeled in front of her sweet spot and spread her legs to gain access, letting my tongue and lips do the works as she climaxed hearing the scream of pleasure. I made my way back up and kissed her and untied her as I removed the blindfold. She kissed me, drawing me closer telling me we now have permission to touch whatever we like. Taking my penis and stroking it. She pulled me to the mat and the pillow with my bandanna, then took it off with a kiss.
I was told to lie down so she could play with me, placing a pillow for my head. Yet what I expected was totally different. At first, I thought she was going to massage me and stimulate me. Instead, she blindfolded me again, telling me she got a surprise for me. Telling me whenever I am in the boiler room or a dark closet to think about this moment and the dream will fade quickly. She opened a bottle of soda and lifted my head up so I could drink to quench my parched mouth. She then laid me flat on the ground and drizzled it on my chest. I shivered because it was cold and wasn't what I expected.
She took her tongue and licked it up. Spending time on my nipples and working her way down my belly button, she spilled some more, letting it fill it. Letting it go down my crotch and between my legs. It was a cold shock, but quite enjoyable; even more so when she licked it up spending time between my legs and my sack and working my penis back into her mouth, shaking it softly between her teeth like a chew toy. She spilled so more down my legs and emptied it on my feet and toes, only to lick it back up, torturing me as she found all those pleasurable spots. Then she worked her way back up to my lips and removed the blindfold.
It was my turn to play as she lay back down, letting me put on the blindfold on her. I took another bottle of soda and took a sip and gave her one and kissed her, rubbing that sweet spot before I drizzled the soda on her and licked everywhere it spilled, finding I really liked it and this new game we were playing.
I spilled more on her breast, spending extra time making her moan happily. She reached up, pulling my head and closer as I licked those juicy soda-covered breasts. I did the same to her stomach and when I got to her sweet spot I drizzled lightly, unsure if it would hurt her, but she spread her legs begging for more and I did it eagerly. She climaxed faster than before as I spent time making sure I got every last drop. I opened another bottle, took another sip, and raised her head so she could have another drink. And kissed her again as we shared it in our mouths, swallowing half of it.
I slowly made my way down, doing the same to those nice, delectable legs and feet until I ran out of soda. I worked my way back up and spent more time on that sweet spot. She raised her back and climaxed, taking her hands pulled me closer to it. When I reached her lips, I removed the blindfold, watching her set it to the side. She had me lie back down and open our container of goodies, pulling out the strawberry jam, the chocolate sauce, the honey, and the whip-cream. I asked playfully, "Are we having ice cream sundaes for lunch?" She giggled and kissed me, laying my head back down on the pillow.
I watched her open another container with half-gallon buckets of vanilla ice cream and another one being chocolate. She told me this was going to be just a little cold. I wiggled with anticipation. She took her hands and put it on my chest and spread it around. I shivered as it touched me, watching it melt all over me as she covered every inch of me with it. I watched her do the same with the other flavor, having me shiver again.
She giggled, taking her tongue and licking my chest, and then shook her head, saying I tasted good, but I need something else. She added the chocolate sauce and the strawberry jam and topped it with the whip cream, making funny designs around my nipples and two lines on each side of my chest and filling my belly button. I jumped a little, saying that's cold when she applied the ice cream to my penis and crotch.
She giggled as she made sure my hardened shaft was covered, letting it drip down between my legs. Then added the whipped cream and drizzled the honey on top of it and made her way back to my chest then worked on my legs and feet adding every topping we had brought with us. She tasted me and moaned how yummy her little spider tasted. She had me close my eyes so she could cover my face with chocolate and apply it to my ears and neck. I could only imagine what I looked like, but simply didn't care; today I was an ice cream sundae. I could picture each of my beautiful mermaids dipped in chocolate. Just thinking about it made me harder, if that was possible.
When she was satisfied, she straddled me and licked me clean. I moaned with such pleasure that I didn't think it could get any better. She had me take some off my chest and put some on her breast and stomach. We looked like a wonderfully sticky mess. I added the whipped-cream to top them off as she licked my face as letting me lick her breast, finding it very desirable. She worked her way down, licking as she went. Spending time on my nipples and biting them as I moaned.
I moaned even more as she made her way down my chest, reaching for my belly button. She slid carefully over my penis, watching it spring right back up, having me spread my legs as took care of my crotch and cleaned off my penis. I told her I was close; she simply didn't care. Considering I would have plenty of time to regenerate for seconds.
She let me climax and sucked me clean and dry leaned back up to kiss me to share me and her and our tasty treat; then returned to my legs and feet, taking her time before she came back and kissed me as I locked our legs and rolled so I could be on top. She wiggled beneath me, making her and us comfortable. I did the same to her, adding my condiments, and began eating my ice cream sundae. I loved the taste as it dripped down her breasts and a nice line between them. She moaned, forcing my head closer as I licked and massaged them, biting softly on her nipples.
I made my way down to her sweet spot spending time on her belly button and crotch, finding out this was significantly better than with Nora and all her delicious flavors, and even better than last night. She screamed as she climaxed with two in a row as I remained licking that sweet spot and everything between her legs.
I soon made my way down to her legs, taking my time as I reached her feet and toes. I noticed right away that she wasn't as ticklish as Nora was and spent extra time there because of it having her climax again, watching those perky wonderful breasts raise up getting my attention. I scooted my way back up to her sweet spot and waited to see if she do it again, but she only moaned. I could tell I had actually tired her out. So, I focused back on her breast, listening to her moan and pant, having her tell me I was such a wicked little spider, and it was her turn to punish me for it.
I grinned as she pushed me off and playfully forced me onto my stomach. She placed the blindfold on me and gave my butt a quick hard spank, causing me to jump a little because I wasn't expecting that. Like the front of me, she did the same as I shivered beneath her. I could feel the cold ice cream going between my butt and I jumped when she spread it using her finger telling me. She was not Shawn. I had nothing to fear. I told her I didn't like it. She slapped my butt again and told me to lie still or she'll tie me up again, letting the rope drag across my legs.
I got angry and begged her not to, but she forced me down, placing her knees on my back, and telling me she was not going to hurt me by repeating herself. I am not Shawn. She wasn't that strong and knew I could hurt her, but I let her tie my hands, making it impossible to roll over. I made her promise not to stick anything in there. She laughed, telling me she doesn't have a penis and I should know that by now. Reminding me this game is called "Trust" and I should trust her. I swallowed hard not liking the idea. Knowing I could back out anytime, and we could go home.
I took her word and did my best to stay calm, letting her do what she liked for now. I knew when we got back. I was going to have a serious talk with Mom and Dad regarding this. She continued on adding her toppings when she was done. She told me to trust her, but she didn't untie me. I tried to focus on the experience, but the closer she got to my butt made it hard to enjoy it. She told me to relax and forced my legs open and lay between them so I couldn't close them or tighten up. She told me to relax again, telling me, that her sisters do this all the time, and her brothers and they really like it. Somehow, that didn't make me feel any better. Wondering why Shawn likes it so much?
I asked her if her Dad does it too or if sticks his penis inside them. She slapped my butt really hard, telling me. "He's not gay, and no he never did that. Only girls are allowed and our mothers." She knew what I was thinking and climbed off me and untied me. Letting me sit up took my blindfold off so I could look at her said. "Shawn was sexually abused by his grandfather and a local boy who we thought was his friend, considering they spent every waking moment together. He and his family were living here, yet we didn't know it at the time that it was happening until your Dad and my Dad caught them together. Shawn was only seven when it first happened. He had been abused for nearly a year, but by that time it was too late.
"He sought out other boys around here and did it in secret; until one of them came to my parents fearing your parents, because of how quick to anger they were. Because of that, your parents decided it was best to move. Hoping that a new start would be good for all of them, but as you know, that didn't help. Shawn liked it too much and found new friends to abuse. I am sorry about what happened, but me and my sisters, as well as our parents, are trying to make up for what happened. Hoping to change what had happened to your brothers and hoping we can turn them away from that kind of behavior. Showing them that what they can and can't do and bringing back the love and affection they once had for each other.
"I know you fear it because you have been taught what we are doing is wrong. I tell you I have spent long nights on my knees and asked people who I trust. Yet I tell you that God fills my heart every time I share myself with my family in the right way like we are doing right now. I struggled like you are struggling now, but trust me in time if you allow yourself to feel loved and knock down those walls that tell you not to trust because of a few bad apples.
"You will never find peace; you'll never find the answer. Yet if you search inside you, you find that God loves you, your family loves you and we love you for who you are, and not what the world thinks what is right or what's wrong. So, I will give you the choice to go back now and not spend another moment here with me or my sisters or my family and our friends. We will leave you in peace and never speak of this again. Or you can trust me."
She waited for my answer, and I nodded. I would be a good little spider and laid back down. She didn't tie me up or replace the blindfold when she finished what she started, re-adding the condiments that had come off me. Even though I didn't like it, Mom and Dad's words echoed in my mind that everything was ok. All I had to do was to be open to new things. I put my trust in them and her and focused on the moment. I jerked a little when she spread my legs again, gaining access between them.
I jerked again when she spread my butt with her fingers and used her tongue to wash it out. I was very glad that Mom made sure I was squeaky clean, but the idea frightened me, but I was surprised that I moaned as she took her time. I asked her how it tastes. Knowing what comes out of there. She didn't answer but kept licking it, making me moan even more. Despite the initial feeling of wrongness, I couldn't deny the pleasantness that enveloped me. In fact, it was more than just nice; it was like stepping into a dream. I felt a sense of calm wash over me as I willingly let go, surrendering to her desires. When she finished, she consumed every last bit of me. I noticed that I was becoming aroused again as I turned over, and she softly stroked me.
It was my turn. I did the same and blindfolded her and worked my way down. I was curious, but instead, I passed it up only to have her yell at me, telling me. "It's ok. I did it to you and now it's your turn. It's not going to hurt you, like you I am groomed." I swallowed hard and cringed as I spread her butt just enough using my fingers to taste. It wasn't as bad as I thought. In fact, it was quite good with all those condiments. I swallowed hard to let my tongue take another taste, fearing it would be bad and not pleasant. She moaned just as much as I did, and I found it just as enjoyable as her sweet spot. I made a note to ask Mom and Dad about it to see if it was really ok.
She had me lie back on my back as she took off the blindfold again. I was hard again, which surprised me, but it had been at least an hour or two. She grabbed the lotion and massaged me. I closed my eyes, letting her have her way with me. I felt something warm. Something new, something I never felt before. I opened my eyes and noticed she had placed my penis inside of her and wasn't in her mouth. I quickly took it out and rolled out of the way I said. "No, never this. I only said we could stimulate each other not to have sex. I promised I wouldn't until I was married.
She rushed towards me and tried it again. I squirmed out from underneath her and dove into the lake. She yelled at me to come back inside so I could satisfy her. I yelled no and swam back to shore. Two miles were nothing, considering I did it all the time. The water helped push me and I made it to shore and ran home.
Mom and Dad were inside waiting for me; I sat down shaking and told them what had happened. I thought he and Mom would be angry with me, but they beamed with pride. Isza came in soon after with her parents. Dad told them what happened. I knew Isza was going to be punished, but she went too far. Mr. Rock-water asked if this was true. She said. "It was, and he did what you thought you guys hoped he would. No matter how hard I tried to convince him he refused me. Dad, you can trust me. Nothing happened and I am proud of him."
She tried to kiss me, but I stepped back, pushing her away from me. Dad placed his arms around me and said. "Son, I am sorry if we put you through it. We wanted to know how far you would go. I had a strong feeling you wouldn't, but I thought in the heat of the moment and discovered you really liked it, which you should." In frustration, I sprinted up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest, and burst into tears at the realization that their trust in me had not yet been restored.