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Kathy Exposed Me Ch. 01

By: Badger51



I was in my late twenties and had only one prior sexual partner when I met Kathy. She was in her mid twenties, dark hair and eyes, about 5'5' and 120 pounds. She had a shapely bottom and very well shaped, though small breasts.

Kathy was very sexually adventurous and I entered a completely new world when I met her. I had more sex with Kathy in a month than I'd had in my lift to that point. By that time she had me hooked and could talk me into just about anything.

For many if may not seem risqué but for me, sex in a car parked on a street, in a park, a boat on a lake and a few feet from a hiking path, even after dark, was dangerous and exciting stuff. The big one was the hand job under the blanked at the Fourth of July fireworks, amid thousands of people in a park.

One day about two weeks after the Fourth I was at Kathy's house in late afternoon when she told me to follow her as she went out the door and into her detached garage. She got into the driver's seat of her truck and told me to get in. Once inside she told me to remove my pants and underwear. I was reluctant but her smile, hand on my crotch and a new exciting experience convinced me to comply.

She started the truck and as she backed from the garage she threw my clothes out the window.

I asked, actually more like demanded, to know what she thought she was doing and told her to stop. She gave me a quick smile, a wink and with a laugh she backed out onto the road, leaving me dressed only in a tee shirt and sandals.

"Relax," she said. "Remember under the blanket? Didn't you have fun?" I had to admit that I had. "Well then, you're going to have a good time now."

We drove off in broad daylight. Fortunately the truck was higher than cars and after a while I became more comfortable.

We drove aimlessly around for about a half hour during which Kathy teased me about sitting nearly naked in her truck, occasionally reaching over and giving my cock a little rub, to which it usually quickly responded. I was both nervous and excited.

Kathy drove into a park and as we passed the beach area she saw her sister, Sarah, and a friend walking to their car, having just been for a swim.

"Scoot over towards the door. I'm going to stop and talk to Sarah," she said.

I protested, practically begged her not to. It would have been very embarrassing to me to be seen this way, especially by two women I didn't even know.

"Oh stop being a baby, we've all seen naked men before," she said with a smile. "Besides, if you get close enough to the door and slouch a bit they won't even know you don't have any pants on."

I took her advice as she pulled up along side Sarah and her friend, Kristine. Both I later learned were twenty one. 

Sarah looked much like her sister, maybe a little above average, but slightly taller and a bit heavier, having obviously larger breasts than Kathy. Kristine was smaller, about 5'2" and couldn't have topped a hundred pounds. She had light blonde hair, blue eyes and a really nice body, breasts well proportioned to her body. She would turn any man's head.

"Hello, Sarah," Kathy said as she pulled alongside. "How was the beach?"

Leaning on the window on my side of the truck Sarah replied, "Great. Who's your friend?"

"This is Dickie," Kathy said, referring to a name by which she often refers to my penis.

"Hi, Dickie. Nice to meet you," Sarah said as she offered me her hand. "This is Kristine. What's so funny," Sarah asked when Kathy giggled at her calling me Dickie.

Sarah's breasts were being pushed about in her bathing suit top as she leaned into the window. Her smile was sweet, her skin tan and smooth. The touch of her hand did it to me and I began to become erect, causing me to slouch further, look away and try to think of anything but tits. "Well, Kathy," I said, "I don't want to be a wet blanket but don't we need to be going?"

Eyes glancing down to the bulge pushing against my shirt and smiling, she said, "Looks like you're the only one who need to get somewhere. Now where exactly is it you want to get. She saved me the embarrassment of an answer by quickly adding, "Yeah, we better get going. Hey, Sarah. I'm heading home. Why don't you and Kristine stop over. It's a hot day and we could use a few cold drinks."

"Sounds good to me, how about you, Kris," Sarah said. When Kris nodded her consent Sarah told us that they'd be there soon.

I watched them as they walked to their car. I was getting so horny watching their hips sway and quickly moved from firm to hard. Kathy noticed and slapped my cock. "Hey, that's my sister's butt you're getting hard over!" She was trying to look upset but I thought she was enjoying my predicament. 

"Kathy, I'm so fucking horny you have to do something about this," I said, glancing down at my erection. "Come on, I need some relief. Please...." I added.

"Oh I have to do I," she said, accenting the word have. "Well, it looks like we need to find a use for that thing so let's get home." "But Kathy, Sarah and her friend will be there. I don't think we'll have the time. Maybe you could do something now," I plead.

"Don't worry about Sarah. Her being there won't get in our way. And besides, I just came up with an idea on what to do about that thing," she said, glancing down at my erection. "And don't ask cause I'm not telling you. All you have to know is that you're going to cum. And believe me, baby, when you do you are going to cum soooooo hard. It will be the best cum of your life and we'll both love it."

Well, that was enough to shut me up for the drive home with a quick stop at a quick mart to pick up some beer. I, of course, waited in the truck pulling my shirt as low as I could.

As we neared Kathy's house I could see Sarah and Kristine getting out of their car in front. They were both wearing their bathing suit tops and had added only blue jean shorts. "Damn," I thought. I knew I wouldn't be getting anything as long as they were there and, although I was now flaccid, I was worried about staying that way having to watch Sarah and Kristine's bikini covered breasts. At least when I put my pants back on it wouldn't be obvious if there was a problem..

"Hi, Sarah," Kathy called as we turned into the driveway. "Just head on in and we'll be in shortly."

In the garage Kathy got out of the truck and I asked that she toss me my pants. She picked them, up, tucked them under her arm, told me to grab the beer and follow her.

"Oh no. Ugh, Ugh. Not gonna happen. Did you forget that Sarah and Kristine are in there? I'm not going in there like this."

"Oh sweetie, would that really bother you," Kathy cooed in a concerned voice.

"Hell yeah, it would," I replied. "Kathy, you know you're only the second woman ever to see me naked. I'm very uncomfortable with this. I'm not some sort of pervert. Now give me my pants," I demanded.

"Now, I don't like that tone of voice, mister," Kathy replied sternly. "Let me ask you this, do you enjoy having sex with me?" I nodded. "Haven't you said it's the best sex you ever had? Haven't you said you are always so excited? You know you've never had more or better sex," Kathy added.

"Well, I'm sorry about the tone," I said. But you know I can't do this, and yes, you're right about the sex. I've never had better and probably never will. But please, this would be too embarrassing. My God, put yourself in my place. Would you feel comfortable being naked in front of men you didn't even know? If you couldn't do that then you know I can't do it either." Her quick smile told me I'd used the wrong argument. She'd told me many stories of her sexual exploits and more than once she'd been the woman in a two, three or four way event, usually knowing only one, or sometimes two, of the men.

"Hmmm. Glad you put it that way. You know I've been naked, and fucked as well, in front of and by men I didn't even know. Now follow me," she barked. "Just act like it's no big thing. Sarah and Kris will get a big kick out of it and besides, you can cover yourself with the beer."

I tried one more time, "Please," I plead, "Please give me my pants."

"You'll get them back once you behave. Now grab the beer and follow me. Don't worry, the girls will get a kick out of it and I'll make it worth your while." And off she went into the house.

I can't explain why. I grabbed the case of beer, held it in front of myself and followed her into the house.

Sarah and Kristine were in the living room, seated on opposite ends of the sofa, both already enjoying a beer. 

"Here we are," Kathy called as we entered the kitchen. Oh did I feel embarrassed knowing that only the case of beer I held before me protected me from their view.

"Dickie, sweetie," Kathy cooed. Put the beer in the refrigerator please."

I shot her a quick pleading look. We both knew that it was my only protection. 

Kathy's face assumed a stern look like I'd never seen before. She took hold of my arm, lead me to the refrigerator and told me that if I ever wanted sex with her again I'd do what she said. She then very firmly told me to put the beer away and walk to the living room. "And keep your hands at your side," she added. "I don't want anything covering your dickie, Dickie."

Kathy walked into the living room and I was stunned. What to do. I finally decided that Kathy seemed to mean what she said. If I wanted sex with Kathy again, and believe me, I really did, I'd have to play along.

I screwed up my courage, stretched my shirt as low as it would go, slouched down a bit and walked into the living room.

Kathy had her back turned to me, wanting to see the girls expression as I entered. Oddly, somehow so did I.

As I entered their jaws dropped and eyes opened wide. "Oh my God," cried Sarah.

"He's naked!" called Kristine.

"Well," added Kathy, "he's not technically naked. He is wearing a shirt and sandals. Dickie," she called, come over here please."

I did but I was becoming more concerned. I continually looked at the floor unable to look the girls in the eye.

Kathy gave me a short soft peck on the cheek and thanked me for the surprise. "But there's a bit more," she added.

That really got my attention. I whispered into her ear, "Kathy, please, no more. This is very embarrassing. Anything more would be totally humiliating. It's like I'm on display. Being undressed in front of you all makes me feel so small and powerless. I don't like it. And I will not," I said with emphasis, "have sex with you in front of them if that's what you're thinking."

"Oh, sweetie, no," she replied, we won't have sex in front of them. "Don't worry about that, but you've given me an idea and remember, I promised you the best cum of your life if you behave."

"Yeah, but Kathy, you said no sex in front of them so let's remember that, okay? They've had their cheap peak, can I get my pants now?"

As she walked behind me, Kathy replied, "Not just yet. In a minute perhaps. Remember I said you gave me an idea?" She added, responding to my quizzical look, "Remember," as she kicked my feet apart, "displayed," she shouted as she quickly pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me naked, save for sandals, with my arms above my head, feet spread, exposing my genitals for the girls observation.

I only quickly saw the shocked expressions on their faces as I looked again to the floor.

"Stand just like that for a moment, please," Kathy said. And I did, on display, wondering what she was planning.

To be continued... 

Kathy Exposed Me Ch. 02



Stunned, I stood there naked, legs spread and hands above my head, in front of Kathy's sister, Sara, and her friend Kristine. I quickly covered myself with my hands, feeling utter embarrassment.

"Come on, sweetie, don't be like that," Kathy said as she tried to pull my hands apart. "Sara and Kristi want to see your cock and I kind of promised them they could."

"Well too damn bad, that's not something that you get to decide!" I said harshly, as I quickly turned and walked rapidly into Kathy's bedroom, slamming the door behind me. With no clothes in the room, and anticipating that Kathy may not take no for an answer, I crawled into her bed and wrapped the covers around me. But, it appeared, I didn't need to be concerned as I soon heard the sounds of talking and laughter as the girls began working their way through the case of beer.

Sometime in the course of the next hour or so I calmed down and drifted off to sleep, awakening to the sound of the bedroom door opening.

Kathy walked in and sat on the edge of the bed as I tightened the covers. "Don't worry, they've left," she said, leaning over and giving me a passionate kiss. I could smell the beer on her breath and she looked like she had a good buzz going. "That didn't work out as well as I expected it to," she added.

"Kathy," I said, "I'm just not comfortable with that. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was for me to be naked in front of them? Kristi was bad enough but I've never even met her before and probably won't ever see her again. But Sara, well, she's your sister. Do you think I want her smiling at me every time we meet, knowing what she's thinking? And where the hell exactly do you get the idea that you decide who sees me naked."

"Sweetie," Kathy replied, caressing my face, "I'm sorry but that's all part of the game. It's fun, exciting, sexy, it really is. Anyway, eventually you'll figure that out." Before I could disabuse her of that idea she said, "Well, let me make it up to you. I have quite the new exciting experience planned for you."

She stood and slowly pulled down the covers of the bed, dropping them off the end, exposing my naked body. Crawling up between my legs she began passionately kissing me and rubbing herself against my cock, which very quickly responded. It didn't take long and she began kissing her way down my chest and abdomen, finally reaching my cock, and with the tip of her tongue ran a line from the base to the head, sucking the head softly into her mouth. After just a short time of this I was rock hard and under her control. She backed away, softly kissing the head of my cock.

Kathy reached over to the bottom drawer of her nightstand and removed some black nylon straps. "This is part of your new experience, but it won't work if you don't trust me. You do trust me, don't you, Dickie?" she said as she slowly ran a fingernail along the length of my cock.

"Well, yeah, I trust you," I said somewhat hesitantly as I wondered exactly what the straps were for. I didn't have to wonder long as I surrendered to her as she wrapped Velcro cuffs on each wrist and secured the ends to the top corners of the bed frame.

"Okay," she said, picking up a pillow and doubling it over, "Now lift your butt up." As I did so she slid the doubled pillow under my butt so that when I dropped back onto the bed my hips were thrust upwards. "Now for the legs," she said as she wrapped a cuff onto each and secured them to the opposite corners of the bed, leaving a bit of slack for each leg so, as she said, I'd have a bit of room to, "Thrash around a bit."

Once I was secured to the bed, spread eagled, with cock and balls thrust upwards, Kathy laid on the bed along my right side, propping herself up on an elbow and running her other hand softly over my body, ignoring my very hard cock. "Well, what do you think, should we start now?" she asked.

But before I could say anything her cell phone rang. Kathy picked it up and, looking at the caller ID, smiled. "Hello. Yep, all set. Good to go. Okay, see ya!" " That was Sara," she said, with no further explanation. She put the phone back on the night stand and reached into the top drawer saying, "Okay, we're almost ready to start, just two more things and here's number one." Kathy withdrew something I'd never seen before but learned was a ball gag, which she secured around my head. Once that was in place she doubled another pillow, placing it under my head so that, as she said, "You can see what was going to happen."

As she finished propping my head up I heard a door open and close, then the sounds of footsteps. I was horrified and began pulling on the restraints, trying through the ball gag to tell Kathy to close the bedroom door. But as I looked at her, she was smiling.

"And that's the second thing," she said as Sara and Kristine walked into the bedroom, each dragging a kitchen chair. "Now we're ready to start. And yes, we planned this when you walked in here and left all that beer just for us. You never know what's going to happen when a bunch of girls sit around drinking."

Sara paused a moment as she walked in as if in reflection. "Wait a minute," she said, putting finger to her lips and looking as if she were trying to figure something out. "Something's different here, now what is it? Hmmmmm, I just can't quite put my finger on it. Wait, I have it!" she suddenly exclaimed. Laughing uproariously she pointed at me and said, "Yeah, that's it. The girls are all wearing clothes and you're not! How dare you get naked in front of a bunch of innocent young girls? Does it excite you, you pervert? Apparently it does," she laughingly added, pointing at my erect cock.

After the laughing subsided, Kathy directed Sara and Kristine to place the chairs beside the bed on my left side and sit down. I looked at the girls in horror. Kristine couldn't look me in the eye but Sara, who was obviously half in the bag, was smiling broadly. They sat, with Sara closest to my head. Sara reached into her bag and produced two bottles of beer, popping the tops, handing one to Kristine and proclaiming, "Okay, let the show begin!"

I looked to Kathy, pleading with my eyes since I couldn't speak but I quickly saw it was fruitless as she said, "Sweetie, you embarrassed me in front of the girls when you walked away from us. I told them you were naked in the truck and promised they could see your cock and you made a liar out of me. You said I didn't get to decide who saw you naked. Well, you're wrong, I do get to decide. And here you are, naked. Just you and nobody else. You said you were embarrassed to be seen naked in front of the girls, well here you are, not only naked but displayed, tied up, presenting your cock and balls for all of us to see. We can stroke it, lick it, kiss it suck it, twist it, whip it, bite it, whatever we want, any one of us can and, you can't do anything about it but watch. How embarrassed you must be now to be not only on display but to be hard and, " as she softly lifted my cock with her left hand while pressing the bottom side firmly with a finger from her right and running it from the base to the head, "dripping pre cum in front of my sister." As she said this I clearly could see a large drop of pre cum forced from my cock and drip to my belly, hanging by a thread as Sara roared with laughter and even Kristine cracked a slight smile. "Nature's sex lube," Kathy remarked as she dipped a finger in the pre cum and then ran the finger around my cock head.

"Oh yes," she said leaning closely and whispering into my ear, "and imagine the embarrassment of losing control and cumming all over yourself in front of all of us for our enjoyment. Imagine what Sara and Kristi will say to their friends about this. Someday you'll see a girl smiling at you and you'll wonder if she knows, if she wants to see the same thing, wonder if someday I'll invite her to watch me display you for her. And I will if I want to, you know I will. But," she suddenly proclaimed, sitting up beside me, "it's time we see what you can do."

Sara loudly giggled, bouncing in her chair, causing her tits to bounce and wobble in her bikini top. "This is gonna be hot. C'mon, Kristi, scoot up closer."

Kathy drizzled oil on my cock and took it softly in her hand and rubbed it from top to bottom, stroking me softly and slowly, occasionally massaging my balls, now and again running a fingernail up and down the bottom of my cock and dancing her nails around the head of my cock, a unique feeling which I found extremely arousing. Gripping my cock firmly she squeezed pre cum out to lubricate my cock. I was producing so much pre cum that I was too lubricated. I was getting enough feeling to maintain a rigid erection but not enough friction to bring me beyond that point, for which I was thankful as I did not want to further embarrass myself by cumming.

Every time I would look at Kathy I would find her watching my face, smiling softly, whereas every time I looked at Sara and Kristi, I found them with their gaze locked on my cock and balls, glistening with a mixture of oil and pre cum.

"My arm is getting tired," Kathy said. As I looked up at her I found her smiling broadly. "Guess I need some help. Want to give me a hand Kristi?"

"No!" Kristine exclaimed as she leaned back in her chair, prompting Sara to laugh and explain to Kathy that Kristi was still a virgin and didn't know what to do and, in fact, had never even seen a man's cock before. Apparently surprise registered on both Kathy's and my face, and I truly was surprised that this very attractive blonde 21 year old could be a virgin. Not only was I surprised, I found it to be oddly exciting to know that mine was the first erect cock to be seen by a beautiful virgin.

"Well I don't mind helping," Sara said. "Here, Kristi, change places with me." And as Sara took her place nearer my waist, she quickly reached out and firmly grabbed my cock. Looking me in the face as she began a firm and rapid jerking on my cock she said, "I'm not as gentle as Kathy, nor as patient." It was odd how her face had hardened. "Actually, you're lucky Kathy is calling the shots or I'd shove a dildo up your ass and make you my bitch boy." I had absolutely no doubt that she would too.

Sara's handjob skill wasn't what Kathy's was but she sure knew what it took to get the cum boiling. Repeatedly her hand ran from bottom to top, swirling over the head on the down stroke. My shaft can be stroked all day long and I won't cum but playing with the head will do it in short order. I fought to avoid showing any response as I did not want to encourage her.

Kathy accurately read the situation and told Sara her turn was over. Reluctantly she let go and, sitting back said, "Damn, I thought he was just about to pop!"

"Want a turn, Kristi? I'll tell you what to do," Kathy said.

"No, I don't really want to," Kristine replied, but her expression and tone of voice said otherwise.

"Sure you do," Kathy said as she reached out and took Kristine's hand. "Here," she said as she guided her hand to my cock, "Here, grab it and I'll help you."

Kristi took my cock lightly in her hand, as if she were afraid of hurting me. Kathy's hand circled Kristine's and squeezed a bit saying, "Just like this," as she moved Kristine's hand up and down over my cock. "Make sure you move your hand over the head, they really like that," and Kristi did as she was told.

"Okay," Kathy said to Kristi, "Now keep stroking with one hand and use the other to rub his balls."

Kristine did as she was told and gripped my balls as if she were gripping a cock. I winced in pain as she roughly rubbed my balls until Kathy warned her to be careful, explaining that, "Most men's balls are really sensitive to pain. You can roll them in your hand and with your fingers but don't squeeze unless you want to hurt them."

My eyes were closed and my head was pushed back as far as I could get it. "Dickie! Dickie!" Kathy called, "Open your eyes and watch Kristi stroke your cock! I can't believe that you wouldn't want to watch a pretty virgin jacking you off. Be respectful. This is a big deal for her, it's the first cock she's ever held. Matter of fact you should thank her for rubbing your cock. Go on, thank her and do it nicely so she doesn't have to be rough with your balls. Remember the way I taught you to refer to me when we're being formal?

"Thank you Miss Kristine," I said, "For touching my cock. I'm honored that mine is the first you've held or jacked off."

"Please," Kristine said with a giggle. "Under the circumstances I think you can refer to me as Miss Kristi."

This elicited a laugh from both Kathy and Sara, with Kathy complimenting me on my appropriate courtesy to a woman whose hand holds my cock and whose other hand held my vulnerable balls. 

I watched Kristi as I was told but it was almost too much to bear. She certainly didn't demonstrate a lot of skill but the sight and thought that the beautiful girl rubbing my cock was a virgin, experiencing her first cock was, I was certain, sure to bring me to orgasm quickly. It didn't help when, as Kathy instructed her, she began to gently rub a finger around the head of my cock, lubricated by pre cum. In fact, after the first squirt of oil Kathy used, the only lubrication necessary throughout was my pre cum. Any time I got a bit dry, whoever was handling my cock just squeezed a new drop or two of natural lube out of me.

"Well, I guess that's enough," Kristi said as she released my cock and sat back in her chair. As she did so I noticed that her nipples were firm and pressing out against the fabric of her bikini top. Had she been rubbing my cock when I noticed this I'm sure I would have lost control.

"Hey Kathy," Sara said, "don't you think it's time you made him cum? Looking me in the eye with a smile she added, " I want to see him make his cum face."

Kathy paused a moment, looking thoughtful as my eyes made a silent plea and I mumbled a protest into my ball gag. She said, "I'm not sure I should. It would be awfully embarrassing for Dickie to be made to lose control and cum in front of you. You know what I mean? That's a total loss of control for a man at the hands of a woman. I think that makes them feel kind of weak and powerless, don't you agree?"

"Hell yes I agree!" Sara exclaimed. "He's naked in front of clothed women. Powerless is the whole purpose of the thing. You want to make a bitch boy you have to show him who has the power! Go on, make him cum, I want to see it! Actually, we kind of owe it to Kristi, getting her all hot stroking her first cock and not getting to see what happens just wouldn't be right." Leaning in and whispering in my ear she said, "I bet Kristi is really wet. I sure am. And we can all see how wet you are. You're constantly dripping, dude." She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and backed away with a smile.

"Well I guess you have a point there," Kathy said. "Kristi, do you want to see him cum?"

"Ahhh," Kristi stammered, "Well, I kind of would, you know, but I'm sure, you know? I don't know, maybe, I guess."

It wasn't hard to see that she wanted to see me cum but was embarrassed to say so. Kathy and Sara saw the same thing as well.

"Okay, okay," Sara said. "Maybe you're reluctant to make your bitch cum in front of us so let's make a deal, okay, Dickie?" she said, looking at me. Cupping her bikini covered breasts and bouncing them up and down in her hands, she said, "He's been looking at my boobs ever since I've been here. You'd like to see them out of this top, wouldn't you, Dickie?" Of course I couldn't respond. "So here's the deal," Sara continued. "Kathy, you stroke him good for three minutes. I don't think he can hold out that long. If he does, I'll show him my boobs. What the hell, I'll even slap them in his face. How's that, Dickie? Deal?

All I could do was try to mumble my protest through the ball gag, although I was determined if this were to happen that I would hold out if, for no other reason, than to have those nice tits slapping my face.

"Okay, it's a deal!" Sara said, "But Kathy, you have to keep a steady stroking and he has to have something to lose in this bet as well."

"Well, yeah," said Kathy, "If he loses obviously what he pays is the embarrassment of cumming in front of you."

"Oh big deal," Sara said, "After this much stroking he probably wants to anyway. No, here's the deal, if he holds out three minutes he gets my boobs in his face but if he can't hold out............I'm going to feed him his cum."

Horrified, I began to thrash around in my restraints, trying to shout my opposition.

"See," Sara said, "He likes the idea. Okay, Kathy, let's see who wins.

"Well, I guess if he agrees we can try it," Kathy said, smiling the whole time, and she began a steady stroking of my cock. Yeah, like this wasn't set up.

Sara sat back and told Kristi to watch closely because it was going to be quite a show, "and he's not going to have the opportunity to see my boobs."

"How can you be sure? I mean, I've never handled a cock before. I wouldn't have any idea about how to guess"

"Look at him," Sara said. "See how his breathing is quicker and his belly is flexing. Watch for his nut sack to tighten up, that's what happens just before they let go. And right now, and this is always a good indicator, look at the head of his cock. See how big and purple it is? It doesn't look that way normally. When it swells like that, get out from in front of it," she said with a wink. "He probably doesn't have a minute left to resist, unless Kathy makes it easy on him. But don't worry, she'll break him."

Kathy continued a soft steady stroking of my cock, occasionally pausing at the top to rub her thumb in circles on the underside of my cock head. It was so hard to hold back. If not for the observers I'm sure I'd have cum long ago.

"Come on, bitch boy," Sara said. Cum for us, I know you want to, just think how good it will feel, yeah you know you want to." 

I involuntarily began to moan as the pleasure became so great. "Oh yeah, here we go, come on just let go, let's see that cum." Sara continued. "Kathy, suck on his cock you know he'd love it."

"Oh I'd really love to suck it but we agreed that we wouldn't have sex in front of you," Causing all three to laugh loudly. 

"Hold on, sweetie," Kathy said. "Only two more minutes. I know you can do it. Don't embarrass yourself, just hold it back." Her actions, however, belied her words as she kept up the stimulation of my cock head, rubbing a thumb on the underside and running a free finger over and around the head, all the while steadily stroking. 

"One minute now," Sara said. "Come on just let go, you know you want to, we all want to see you cum." She stood by my head, leaning forward massaging her tits. I could see the nipples pressing out on the fabric. I moaned. "Oh yeah, you like that don't you? You like tits? God I get so hot rubbing my tits," and she moaned. "I wish you were sucking on them, my nipples are so hard for you."

"Oooooo, sweetie, try hard now. I'm worried. Your balls are pulling up and you know what that means. Don't do it, just hold on, less than a minute now," Kathy cooed, all the while keeping up the relentless assault on my cock.

"Watch this Kristi, here, move up this way, it's about to happen," Sara said. "See how tight his nuts are, his belly is heaving and the head of his cock is so big it looks like it's gonna rupture. And he's grunting like a pig," she laughed.

She was right, I was grunting and I didn't think I could hold out much longer. In fact I knew I couldn't and I wasn't sure I wanted to. I was torn between the powerful need for release and the embarrassment of being made to cum by these girls and then the degradation of being fed my cum.

"You can do it, sweetie, we're almost there, only a half a minute," Kathy said, trying to sound reassuring. However, I could tell that her assault on my cock was now directed completely to the head and her grip had tightened and perhaps sped up. Over and over the head her hand went. "Look at me now, look at me, look at my hand on your cock." 




Kathy Exposed Me Ch. 02



I did look at her, my cock and her rubbing hand between my eyes and her face. "Keep watching me, don't take your eyes off mine," she said.

"So close," Kathy said, "so close." I wasn't sure if she was referring to the amount of time I had yet to go or how very close I was to exploding. "Only fifteen seconds, keep control, sweetie. Oh please don't make us feed you your cum, that would be so bad for you. You don't want to eat your cum, do you?"

I was only seconds from avoiding that humiliation, although it seemed like the time reports given by Kathy weren't entirely accurate. In the back of my mind I knew she wanted to make me cum.

"Yeah! Yeah! Here we go!" Sara exclaimed. "He's making his cum face, he's making his cum face! Look, Kristi, it's his cum face!

"Keep watching me," Kathy repeated, "Don't take your eyes off of me. Hold out just a few seconds longer. Don't cum, don't cum, you know what will happen."

Hold out, really? Kathy was now very firmly and rapidly manipulating the head of my cock and there was no way I could hold out.

I began tugging at the restraints and bucking upward. I was out of control. Kathy owned my orgasm and we all knew it. Oh God, eating my own cum! "No, no, no, no , no," I kept repeating to myself. At least I thought it was to myself until I heard Sara replying, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"Keep watching me," Kathy said sternly, "don't 

take your eyes off of me, watch me as you cum!"

The pressure was building and there was no stopping orgasm. It was imminent. I was sure I was past the three minute time limit but it mattered not to Kathy and, at that point it didn't matter to me. I felt the cum building, the head of my cock was sore and felt like tearing open.

With a final hard pull against my restraints, a loud grunt and a thrusting of my hips upward, I came. One long string of cum burst from the head of my cock. As I was looking at Kathy's face and hand on my cock, as she instructed, I could see it coming but it was too fast to do anything about it. The heavy string of cum arched only slightly upward and hit me hard in the face, just below my left eye, and trailed down across my cheek, chin, neck and chest.

Sara shrieked with excitement. Kristi merely exclaimed, "My God, look at that!"

Kathy kept up the stroking, encouraging me to, "Get it all out."

The first blast was followed by four or five much smaller squirts that pulsed above my cock before falling back upon it and Kathy's constantly stroking hand.

"That's it, that's my boy. Let's get it all out now. There's a good boy, keep looking at me." Kathy said as her hand now jacked rapid fire on my cock.

I maintained eye contact with Kathy throughout my orgasm, although I don't know how I managed.

Long after my cock was drained Kathy kept up the rapid stroking and I was now struggling and moaning in an ecstatic agony. My cock head was so sensitive and sore but it hurt so good. Over and over Kathy's hand went, my loud moans accompanying her movement as I tugged and thrashed against the restraints. Now I understood what Kathy meant when, as she restrained me, she said she left a little slack on my legs so that I could thrash around.

"What's wrong?" Kristi asked, a tone of concern in her voice.

"Nothing," replied Sara. "This is a fun part, you know like how sensitive your clit is after cumming and you don't want it touched? Same thing with a cock head but he doesn't get to decide when to stop, that's a woman's decision. Jerk him! Jerk him hard!" she called to Kathy.

Kathy slowed her jacking and loosened her grip, still maintaining a rubbing motion, occasionally rubbing a finger over and around the very sensitive head of my cock. Now and then stopping the jacking to run her fingernails over my balls, shaft and cock head, only to return to jacking me. First hard and fast, then slow and gently, then hard and fast again. On and on this went for what must have been three minutes until she stopped.

"Well," said Kathy, "I don't think he has anything left to give." Leaning over my face, her own showing concern, she said, "I'm so sorry sweetie, I was pulling for you. Now look what you've done to yourself, you've cum in front of Sara and Kristi. I'm so embarrassed for you."

"Yeah," added Sara, "And it's not quite done yet."

I knew she was talking about feeding my cum to me and tears welled up in my eyes as I shook my head.

Sara, saying, "A bet is a bet," reached her hand towards my cum-covered face, pausing momentarily before saying, "Oh hell, that gag is in the way. I guess this will have to do." As she took her fingers and spread the cum around my face, over my nose, lips and chin. She then, complaining about the sticky mess on her fingers, wiped them in my hair. "You're lucky you have that gag in or you'd have to clean my fingers with your mouth," she said.

"Ewwww," Kristi suddenly said, apparently just noticing the copious amount of cum covering Kathy's hand, which still gripped my now very soft cock. "What a mess. Is it always so messy and how do you clean it? It looks slimy."

"It's not always so messy," Kathy replied. "But I think he was really aroused and when they are that excited they can really produce. Maybe someday we'll do a slow controlled milking and measure how much he produces and then compare it to a quick hand job. And it is kind of slimy," she added as she ran her cum-covered fingers together. "Now, how to clean it, let me think." I didn't like the way she said that. "Sara, can you get me something to clean my hand with?"

"Sure," Sara replied. I have something here, just take the ball gag out of its mouth and feed it to him."

"No........no I don't think so." Kathy replied. "But I guess there was a bet made and we have to live up to it. Guess I'll just live up to it like you did." With that she ran her hand over my face, mouth and nose, covering them with a thick coating of cum. She returned her hand to my cock, balls and belly, collecting all the accumulated cum she could and transferring it with her hand to my face.

"Well," said Sara, as she stood. "That was a fun way to spend an afternoon, right Kristi? Hey, now you've seen your first man orgasm. What did you think of it?"

Kristi, quiet, shy, meek appearing Kristi, looked at me with a blank expression on her face and said, "That was the hottest fucking think I have ever seen!" Sara and Kathy got a kick out of that.

"C'mon, Kristi," Sara said. "I have to get home and," she said with a sly wink, "take care of a pressing personal matter." Knowing what she meant brought general laughter from all but me, although I did think of her rubbing one out with the thought of my naked body in her mind. 

As she turned to walk out, Sara leaned over me and put a finger under my chin, lifting my face to meet her gaze. "You've been dominated," she said, "and you loved it. Hope for more. I'll be thinking of you."

Kathy walked the girls to the door, said her goodbyes and returned to the bedroom. 

"Wow," she said, as she passed me on the way to the bathroom, "I have to agree with Kristi. That was fucking hot. I hope you're not too mad. I know it was embarrassing, it always is the first time, but it gets better."

"What the hell does she mean first time?" I thought. I had to admit that as humiliating as this was I had experienced unquestionably the best orgasm of my life and would, myself, think of this for years to come as I rubbed a quick one out.

But I quickly came back to reality. I was still restrained spread eagle on the bed with my hips thrust up, smelling the powerful odor of the drying cum covering my face, some of which had seeped around the ball gag, giving me a taste of the cum that Sara wanted to feed me. I'd never admit that she was successful.

I heard water running in the bathroom and began trying to shout through the gag for Kathy to let me up. Soon, Kathy walked into the room from the bathroom, naked, with a damp washcloth in her hand. "You gotta be kidding me," I thought. "If she thinks I'm going to fuck her she doesn't realize how much she took out of me."

"Here, let me get that gag out of your mouth," she said as she unhooked it. "Sorry about that but I guess we really didn't want to hear anything you said. Are you terribly mad? I think you had fun. If you had half as much fun as we did I know you had a good time."

I couldn't really respond as my jaw was sore from the gag. She was right that I was totally sexually satisfied. It was an incredible experience, although I dreaded the next time I ran into Sara or Kristi. I suspected Kristi would just blush and avoid eye contact. But I was also confident that Sara would make some remark, especially if we were in public where others could hear. I was also pretty sure that whenever and wherever we met I would become involuntarily erect, probably eliciting a smart remark from Sara and no doubt embarrassing myself.

"Here, let me clean you up," Kathy said as she straddled me, her back toward my face.

"Hey," I said, "My face is covered with cum. It needs washing more than my cock does."

"Oh," she said, looking back over her shoulder and smiling at me. "No sense cleaning that just yet. Now that your mouth is free you have some work to do." With that and a wink at me, she leaned forward and backed her bottom to my face, pressing her very swollen and very wet pussy to my mouth. "Okay," she said. "First, you clean me. Get to work!"



Kathy Exposed Me Ch. 03



Kathy's mother, Sandra, stood to greet us as the hostess led us to a booth at the rear of the dimly lit restaurant. I thought she looked more like an older sister than the fifty four old woman whose birthday we were there to celebrate. As we neared I could see that Sandra looked very similar to Kathy, although quite a bit taller at what I later found to be 5'10". I thought she was very attractive in a black cocktail dress that I ordinarily would have thought a bit too short on a woman of her age. The gold choker necklace, bright red lipstick and matching fingernail polish, which accented her long, thin fingers all caught my eye. Her jet black hair was parted in the middle and formed in a 1960s Bob style that I thought fit her overall appearance very well.

"Hi mom, this is Jed," Kathy said. "Jed, this is my mom, Sandra."

"Hello, Jed, it's very nice to meet you," Sandra said, shaking my hand with a firm grip. "It was very nice of you and Kathy to invite me to dinner."

We were seated and enjoyed a fine dinner and drinks, during the course of which we engaged in wide-ranging small talk. I was very impressed with Sandra. Although she looked at least ten years younger than her actual age, her maturity was apparent in her confidence and general demeanor. She radiated an air of authority.

Over after dinner drinks, Kathy excused herself to go to the ladies room and I was left alone with Sandra. Not being a good conversationalist, I felt slightly uncomfortable with the momentary silence. Sandra, however, broke the silence as she leaned towards me and said, "So, Jed, I understand that you're fucking my daughter."

I was shocked. How does one respond to a comment like that? "Ahhh......pardon me? I think I misunderstood you," I replied.

With a barely perceptible smile Sandra said, "Oh I'm sure you heard me correctly. Did the question make you uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable, are you kidding?" I said to myself before replying. Blushing and avoiding eye contact, I replied, "Well, yeah, I guess I do feel uncomfortable speaking of that part of our relationship with my girlfriend's mother."

My mind quickly flashed back to a time several weeks after I had first met Kathy. I didn't have a lot of game and lacked confidence in relationships with women, so I enjoyed that Kathy was more extroverted than I and willing to take the lead. We'd gone out half a dozen times, talked on the phone regularly and I would drop in on her at work from time to time just to say hello, but I was uncertain how to move on to a closer relationship. We hadn't done more than hug and exchange light kisses when one day, as we were leaving my home after spending an evening watching a DVD, Kathy paused, looked at me and said, "So, Jed, when are you going to fuck me?" Apparently Kathy learned the direct approach from her mother.

Fortunately, Kathy soon returned to the table and Sandra explained that she was afraid that she'd caused me some embarrassment, though thankfully she didn't say why. I later came to understand why Kathy didn't need to ask why.

Sandra excused herself to go to the ladies room and I told Kathy what her mother had said. She chuckled, smiled, and told me that her mother was always very direct, especially with men. She explained that her mother had a history of making bad choices with men as a young woman and when Kathy's father abandoned the family for another woman when she was only ten years old, her mother changed dramatically, especially in her attitude towards men. Times became rough for a while as she started a business, which she grew and made successful by being a tough and take-charge woman in a man's business world.

When Sandra returned to the table it was my turn to excuse myself to pay the bill. When I returned, Kathy told me that her mother had asked if I would accompany her home so that she could have some private time to get to know me me better, adding that she would drop by in about an hour and pick me up. I didn't want any more uncomfortable moments with her, "direct approach," but given the nature of the relationship Kathy and I were developing the suggestion was understandable, so I reluctantly agreed.

As we parted in the parking lot, Kathy hugged me and said, "Be nice to my mom. Her approval is important to me. Besides," she whispered into my ear as she pulled me closer, "she just wants to get to really get to know the man who's fucking me." She backed away with a smile and a wink. Apparently Sandra had mentioned the comment that surprised me.

I got into the car with Sandra for the short ride to her home. On the way there my eyes were drawn to her legs, her short dress having ridden up a bit. They were, I thought, surprisingly shapely. I briefly felt a bit ashamed of myself for the attraction I felt to my girlfriend's mother.

When we arrived at her home she led me in to the great room and directed me to a chair. She seated herself on the edge of a sofa facing me, a coffee table separating us.

Sandra took the lead in the conversation, asking me about myself and putting me at ease. After about fifteen minutes she looked at her watch and commented that an hour wasn't really long enough to get to get to know me as well as she would like so she needed to, "Get to it." She stood and walked around the table to where I was seated, asking me to stand.

As I did so she moved very close to me. In her three inch high heels she stood 6'1", more than five inches taller than I. Not a lot taller but enough that I had to look up to meet her gaze. Moving even closer she said, "Now it's time to see what you're made of," as she reached forward, placing her hand on my groin.

Startled, I began to back away but she quickly grasped the waistband of my pants with her other hand and pulled me to her.

"Stand still please," she said. It was a demand more than a polite request. I surprised myself when I obeyed as she began manipulating my genitals. "Don't look so surprised, surely you had some idea of why I wanted you to come here." Sandra continued, "Sara tells me that Kathy jacked you off for her. Are you surprised that I know? Don't be, my girls and I share everything, even men."

Responding to the apparent surprise showing on my face, Sandra continued, "Kathy gives a good handjob, doesn't she? I should know, I taught her. Know what I gave her for her eighteenth birthday?" After a slight pause she added, "My boyfriend. Son of a bitch was beside himself when I brought her in and told him what was going to happen. Shot his load ten seconds after she touched him but we brought him up again and made some use of him. She was a natural, a quick learner, knows exactly how to control a man. She and I control a man through lust, his own powerful need to orgasm. Control the orgasm and you control the man I told her. Sara is something different though. She enjoys being hard on men, not seriously hurting them mind you, never anything that does them any lasting harm. Any marks she might leave are gone in a few days at most and some even enjoy Kathy and I watching what Sara is doing to them. You men are so basic, aren't you?" 

"You're not going to be one of those ten second disappointments to me, are you?" she asked. As she talked, Sandra was unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. They fell to the floor and she told me to take off my shoes and socks and step out of the pants.

After I had done so, Sandra pulled my shirt over my head and stepped back to look at me, standing before her in only my briefs, my growing cock apparent. "Take them off," she said. All kinds of thoughts ran through my confused mind and I hesitated. "I'm not used to repeating myself. Do as you're told please," she directed.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and bent forward, lowering the briefs, my now erect cock catching on the waistband before snapping up when it broke free. I stood and instinctively moved to cover my groin with my hands.

"Don't even think about it," Sandra said. "Let's avoid the temptation, hold your hands behind your back." I did as instructed and abruptly realized how small I felt, standing in the great room, a tall, older, confident and attractive woman standing before my naked body.

"Hmmm. That surprises me," she said, looking at my crotch. Referring to my pubic hair she added, "I would have thought Kathy would have shaved you by now. Well, no matter it's her decision but as for me, when I lick a man's balls I don't want hairs getting in my mouth. But don't get too excited. That doesn't mean I'm going to lick your balls, at least not yet."

Sandra turned her back and told me to follow her as she walked down a hallway. I obeyed, following her with my hands behind my back, my erect cock bouncing before me. I watched her hips swaying as her heels clicked on the wood floor.

We walked through the master bedroom into the bathroom and I was told to stand with one foot on the edge of the bathtub, making my balls accessible while Sandra opened a drawer, taking out a box of bikini wax. She quickly mixed it and spread it on my scrotum with a stick and quickly covered the wax with fabric strips. I met her gaze as she tore the first strip away, ripping my hair out by the roots. I winced in pain as she continued until my scrotum was bare.

When she was done she grasped my erect cock firmly and turned, telling me to follow her as she pulled me forward and led me by the cock back into the great room. Once there she sat back on the edge of the sofa while I stood before her. Oddly, I noticed her straight posture. Everything about this woman seemed to impress me.

Telling me to step closer she grasped my balls and began rolling them around with her fingers. "This won't do," she said. "You're not tall enough. Here," she said, pushing me back and drawing the coffee table very close to her. So close in fact that she had to spread her legs a bit. With her skirt having again ridden more than midway up her thigh and with her legs slightly apart, my eyes were treated to just a glimpse of the swelling of her pussy against her white cotton panties.

The sight caused a drop of pre cum to form on the end of my cock, which Sandra saw almost immediately, saying, "Oh yes, Sara mentioned that you were a dripper." Picking my briefs off the floor she wrapped them around my cock, giving it a good pull to force out any more pre cum into them and then dropping them onto my pants. "I can't have you dripping on my floor. I'll have to do something about that. Stay put," she ordered as she walked back down the hall to her bedroom. Again I watched her swaying hips and listened to the clicking of her heels on the floor.

She soon returned holding a brightly colored scarf, a shoelace and a wrapped condom. Placing the items on the sofa, she tore open the condom wrapper and slipped the sheath over my cock, saying, "I don't mind a dripper but, as I said, not on my floor."

She sat back down on the sofa, again pulling the coffee table closer, and again giving me a brief glimpse of her panty covered pussy. And, once again, I dripped a drop of pre cum into the condom.

"Get up on the coffee table," she said. When I'd done so, she instructed me as to how far to spread my legs to lower my groin to her eye level and telling me to place my hands atop my head. "Okay, now move towards me to the edge of the table."

"Sandra," I said. But before I could say anything more she held up her hand and cut me off.

"The polite term of address when speaking to a woman who is your elder would be as Mrs. Curtis, unless told otherwise. Please refer to me by that name."

Well this was surprising. The woman who had stripped me naked, ripped the hair from my scrotum, led me through the house by my cock and had just put a condom on me didn't think we were familiar enough for first names?

I moved toward the edge of the table as instructed until my cock was in front of her face. She reached forward and with a finger bounced my dangling balls from side to side, then taking them in her hand and massaging them. "Smooth testicles are so much nicer to handle," she said as he continued her manipulation.

After some time she grasped my cock in her hand and began masturbating me. I was soon pushing into her hand doing everything I could to cum. 

"You're getting close, aren't you?" she asked. I nodded and moaned. "Soon, very soon," she said. "Would you like to cum for me?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Sandra, I want to cum for you."

She stopped her masturbation and grasped my balls very firmly saying, "That's Mrs. Curtis. Please don't forget again. Understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Curtis," I replied. 

She began her stroking again and very soon I could feel the ejaculation building. Just as I was about to cum, Mrs. Curtis released my cock. Leaning back, she watched it helplessly pulsed before her face as I struggled to cum. A small quantity of cum ran from my cock into the reservoir of the condom, but the sensation was not at all satisfying.

With a satisfied smile, she lightly said, "You thought you were going to cum, didn't you? Oh poor boy, you were so close. Can't have that just yet. I haven't had the chance to fuck you."

"Oh God!" I thought, indescribably excited that this woman wanted me inside of her. The thought brought further small drops of cum from my cock.

"I'm afraid that you wouldn't be able to last through a good fucking though," she said, nearly breaking my heart.

I was so excited just listening to the way this woman was talking to me, seeing what she was doing to me and knowing what she might do with me.

Mrs. Curtis reached over to the scarf and brought forward a shoe lace. "This will slow you down a bit," she said as she placed the string behind my balls, running the ends over the base of my cock and repeating the process, pulling it very tight before tying it below my balls.

The lace prevented blood from leaving my cock, in addition to probably making it impossible for me to cum, which was obviously her intention.

Telling me to get off the table she tied the scarf around my head, blindfolding me. She explained that I was for her to see naked but I was not to see her.

She helped me to the floor, telling me to lie on my back with my hands stretched out beyond my head. I lay there for only a short time before I felt her straddle me. I felt the fabric of her dress and imagined her pulling aside the panties from her puffy pussy to permit entry by my cock.

Very soon she began rubbing her crotch back and forth on my abdomen and it was easy to tell that she had removed her panties.

"Can you feel my wetness on your belly? Does it excite you? I bet it does. It excites me. Oh poor boy, your cock looks so lonely back there, looking for something to do. Would you like to put it in me?"

"Oh yes, please yes, Mrs. Curtis." I begged, "Please put it in."

I felt her weight shift and she had my cock in her hand, rubbing it on her pussy. Suddenly a warmth engulfed my cock as she easily slid onto it.

She began a rapid grinding movement. Not up and down but back and forth, rubbing her clit hard against my pubic bone. She wasn't fooling around, she wanted to cum and I wanted so badly to make her. And for her to make me.

I could hear her breathing quicken. She began softly moaning and in my mind's eye I could see her, a hot older woman, the confidence in her face now replaced by the contorted look of a woman in lust, wanting nothing more than to cum.

Faster and faster she went until with a whimper she came, her pussy gripping tightly on my cock, her legs pressing hard on my sides, and fingers digging into my chest, her entire body trembling. Oh how I wished I could have seen her chest heaving, her face contorted with ecstasy, no longer the in-control woman but now an animal in heat.

With a contented sigh she lifted herself off me. "Give me your hands," she said as she helped me to my feet, removing the blindfold.

Looking at her I found it hard to believe what had just happened. Her hair was perfectly in place, her flesh wasn't flushed, there was no sweat upon her face, she looked very calm. "Did it really happen?" I asked myself. But there, on the end of the couch, were her cotton panties.

Again sitting on the edge of the sofa she began pulling the coffee table close and began again spreading her legs apart. She stopped and laughed as she saw my eyes looking between her legs, expecting this time to see her bare pussy. "No, you're not going to see anything she said," closing her legs. "That was just a tease."

She slapped her hand on the table, saying nothing but obviously intending for me to step upon it again. I did so and she immediately reached out and grasped my cock firmly.

"You've done well so far." As she worked her hand back and forth along the length of my cock she asked, "Do you think you've earned a good cum?"

"Yes. Yes I do," I moaned. "Please make me cum."

She looked at me, her face showing indifference. Back and forth her hand went faster and faster while her other hand massaged my balls.

"Yes, I think you deserve to cum. Would you like to cum now?" she asked. But before I could answer she said, "Oh, but your cock is tied. You can't cum with your cock tied, can you? Should I untie your cock? Would you like that?"

"Yes, yes, please untie my cock, Mrs. Curtis." I pleaded. I needed to cum so badly. The restricted blood flow had my cock unbelievably hard and the entire situation had me so hot but the tight tie around my cock and balls prevented me from cumming.

"I guess I can do that," she said, reaching behind my balls and pulling the knot free.

She began again to run her hand over the length of my cock with a firm grip. It wouldn't take long, of that I was certain.

As I began to thrust at her hand, moaning, begging her to make me cum, she asked, "Are you ready to cum now? Do you really want to?"

Once again I begged for release and Mrs. Curtis asked, "How badly do you want to cum? What would you do if I let you cum? Would you come to my home any time I asked? Would you perform for me, my girls, my friends if I asked? Would you do whatever I ask you to do even if you didn't want to?" Would you?"

"Yes, yes, Mrs. Curtis, I will do whatever you want whenever you want me to, I promise I will," I said, thoroughly meaning it.

"Good," she said, releasing my cock. "Then you can start now by jacking yourself off." 

Disappointment hit me like a hammer. I had so wanted her to finish me off but I was so far gone that I needed to do whatever it took to ease the pressure. I took my cock in my hand and soon it was a blur of motion as I jerked my way toward release.

Very soon I felt orgasm approach and with a loud groan I came hard, pumping my semen into the condom as Mrs. Curtis watched stoically, surprisingly seeming to show no satisfaction.

I came so much that the reservoir could not contain the fluid, which was forced around the head of my cock and beyond by the rapid motion of my hand.

Soon, all too soon, it was over and I stood looking down at her. While lost in lust all I had wanted to do was to cum and nothing else mattered. Now that it was over I felt embarrassed, standing naked before her atop her coffee table, wearing a condom heavy with cum, beginning to hang off the end of my softening cock.

Looking at her watch, Mrs. Curtis commented that we had to hurry and get me dressed because Kathy should soon be arriving to pick me up and it would be impolite of me to make her wait.

I stepped down from the table and began to pull the condom off. "Whoa! Whoa! What are you doing? I told you I don't want you dripping on my floor!" she exclaimed. "Here," she said, picking up my briefs and holding them for me to step into.

"Sandra, I mean Mrs. Curtis," I said, "I have to take the condom off. When I get, you know, soft, it's going to slip off."

"Then it can slip off in your pants, not on my floor. Now hurry up and get dressed."




Kathy Exposed Me Ch. 03



I knew what was likely to happen but I hoped that by pulling my briefs tight to me the condom would be held in place. I wished that I'd worn dark slacks instead of the tan ones that I had chosen for that evening.

As I bent forward to tie my shoes, I could feel the condom slipping and I knew what was going to happen.

We heard Kathy's car pull into the driveway and her mother walked me towards the door. As we walked, I felt the condom slip off my cock and the cum spilling into my underwear. As I continued on I could feel the cum sliding down to my balls, creating a gooey mess.

Mrs. Curtis opened the door and hugged Kathy as she walked in. "Well what do you think of him, mom?" Kathy asked.

"A good choice," she said. He's a dripper, but you already know that. He'll get naked in front of clothed women, promised to do whatever I want whenever I want, and he knows how to do what he's told. I think he'll be fine. And by the way, I took care of the hair on his balls for you."

As they parted, Kathy looked at me, eyes suddenly going wide as they traveled to my crotch. My eyes followed hers down and, as I had feared, a large wet spot had formed on my pants.

"Mom! Did you make him cum in his pants? You're so bad," she said, smiling and laughing.

If I'd felt small before I felt even smaller now. My girlfriend laughing with her mother, thinking she'd made me cum in my pants. I felt like a piece in a game. Obviously this had been set up and Kathy knew what her mother had been planning on doing to me all along. I was the fly lured to the spider's web.

"No I didn't make him cum in his pants!" Mrs. Curtis replied with a smile. "He's got a condom full of cum in there. Well," she said, pausing and looking at the wet spot, "at least it was full of cum." Mrs. Curtis grinned slyly and Kathy laughed, nearly uncontrollably.

"Well," Mrs. Curtis said, "time for you to be on your way, I have to be up early for work tomorrow. And Kathy, judging by the size of that spot on his pants," speaking of me as if I were an object, "there's quite a mess in there. When you get to your car make him take his pants off and put them in the trunk. Have him sit on his shirt so he doesn't mess up your seat. I don't think he'll mind being naked in your car. He certainly didn't mind being naked on my coffee table."

I cast my eyes down and blushed, while she smiled and Kathy again roared with laughter.

"Come on," Kathy said, taking my hand and leading me to the door. "You're a mess. I can practically hear you squishing with every step."

"Off you go now," Mrs. Curtis said, patting my butt as we walked out. "I'll be seeing you," she added, stressing the word, "seeing."