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Funnel

By: a real jrkoff



Thomas was addicted to masturbation. He had been playing with himself since he was old enough to get boners and enjoy the stroking that accompanied it. He was a shy young man and especially so around women. He had been raised under the strict female ordinances of a domineering mother, and at 30 years old, he delivered newspapers. It had been his mother's idea that he keep to low earning jobs and leave the higher paying jobs for women. As embarrassing as it was, she had explained to him that men, after all, were best suited for "low work", as she put it. She was divorced.

Two doors down on Sunnyvale Road lived Audrey Green. Audrey was a fairly typical suburban housewife and mother. She worked at home keeping house now that she had sent her children off to make their way in the world. She was an attractive woman of 46 and had the body that comes with womanly maturity, and she was quite attractive to Thomas who delivered her newspaper each day.

These two lived their lives apart and with predictable regularity, only coming in contact when Thomas brought Audrey her afternoon paper. That is, until the fateful day that Ms. Fortune came to town. 

Isabella Fortune was a statuesque beauty of 47 who stood about six feet tall in her stockinged feet. She was a brunette bombshell who epitomized everything sexy about older European women. She smoked her long European cigarettes, held precariously on the end of her finely expensive holder, her gloved hands caressing the end like a boy caressing his penis. She wore tailored business suits with modest hems that fit snugly. She was never without her pretty gloves and hats and she walked with a slight wiggle that sent her big ass (and a number of cocks) wagging. She moved in to the house between Thomas and Audrey and quickly became comfortable in her surroundings.

It was a Sunday when Thomas came home from the bookstore with his purchases to find his mother chatting in the living room with Ms. Fortune. They paused in their conversation to regard him in the doorway, his dark black sack of porn clutched to his tummy. His breathing was funny and, although he was pretty sure they had no idea what his bag concealed, he wanted to quickly go upstairs to his room and avoid scrutiny. Instead, his mother waived him over to them.

"Thomas, come here. I want to introduce you to our neighbor."

He shuffled over nervously and cautiously brought his black bag around behind him, clutching it just a bit tighter then necessary. His mother gestured toward the mysterious Italian woman sitting next to her on the sofa. He stole a crafty glance downward to her legs, wrapped in luscious, smoky black hose.

"Isabella, this is Thomas. My son. Thomas, this is Ms. Fortune."

He forced a crooked smile as the woman brought a white-gloved hand forward in greeting. He gently put his hand into it as she took it and he was a bit surprised by the grip he found there. The feeling of her soft-gloved hand was quite nice, but she didn't seem to be eager to let go. Her perfume drilled into his senses as her dark brown eyes looked directly into his own green ones. Her voice had an almost catlike purr when she spoke.

"Your Mama tells me you are a paperboy, yes?"

He swallowed hard and, unable to speak just yet, nodded in the affirmative.

"Is very nice. You deliver papers like the little boys. You deliver my paper too, yes?"

Thomas was getting increasingly uncomfortable standing there. He was all too aware of his dirty porno stuffed into the bag in his left hand. It was feeling so heavy all of the sudden. He wanted to get out of there! I mean, this woman was breathtaking and wasn't letting go of his hand and his mother was right there! And the way she spoke to him made him feel too excited.

"He is a bashful boy, no? You be my paperboy too?" She was gripping his hand tighter in her silky gloved fist and then her eyes fell down to the black bag in his white knuckles. "What is in his bag, here?"

His face was ablaze in embarrassment. My god! How was he going to get out of this? His mother was sitting right there and this woman was actually pointing… pointing to his masturbation toys! His mother actually saved him.

"Oh, he's always buying comic books and things like that. Did you spend all your newspaper money on that garbage again, Thomas?"

He nodded stupidly as he looked straight ahead, too embarrassed to meet the eyes of any woman right then.

Isabella let go of his hand, letting it slide through the little "O" she made with her fingers. "Can we see them, Thomas?"

He panicked. "Uh, I, uh… really have to get going. It was nice meeting you." He darted up the stairs to his room and quickly shut the door behind him. He leaned against it, trying to catch his breath. He pressed his ear against the door and tried to listen to what they were saying. But there wasn't much talking at the moment, just feminine laughter.

Thomas didn't know what they were laughing about and at that moment he didn't really care. He was safe in his room and his cock was making a tent in his pants. He needed to jack off bad. Raising the bag above his little bed, he dumped the contents of his shame on the mattress. He quickly stripped down to just his socks and stood there with a big boner, staring down at the toys he had bought. There were magazines of course, and a big tube of jackoff lube that the cute female clerk had gigglingly recommended to him. There was also a new masturbation toy that she had talked him into. He had blushed as Dawn had taken his finger and pushed it into the little opening of the device, which had come alive with a sucking action.

These toys were in front of him, but his mind was now actually on Ms. Isabella Fortune. He had never met a woman so mysterious and so exciting. He remembered the way her gloved fist had squeezed into a little knot as his hand slid through the material and there in his room his untouched cock gave a wicked throb. He winced a little at the sensation and then reached down for the tube of lubricant. He poured a generous amount over his cockhead and shaft and then reached down to take himself in hand. As he stood there naked but for socks, jacking off, he allowed his mind to recall the details of her outfit. There was something very sexy about the kind of stockings she was wearing. They seemed unusually shiny and tight on her muscular legs. He remembered them making a silky hissing sound when she crossed her leg and his balls trembled against the sticky slapping sound of his downstrokes. It was at that precise moment that a knock came to his door.

"Thomas. Are you decent? Ms. Fortune has to go and wanted to say goodbye to you."

Horrified, he froze in mid stroke. He couldn't seem to move at all. In the ensuing silence that followed, he gingerly took his hand off his throbbing penis and turned his nakedness to face the door.

"Thomas? What's going on in there?"

There was no lock on his door. His mother thought boys got up to enough mischief without the encouragement of privacy. He watched the doorknob turn.

"I'm changing clothes mom!", he cried out frantically.

There was an excruciating pause, during which his still hard cock painfully lurched, untouched in mid-air.

"Aww. He is a bashful boy, no? Goodbye, Thomas. Have a good afternoon."

He swore he could hear the teasing, zipping sound of her stockings rubbing together even through his door as she descending the steps to the living room. His cock lurched again and a dollop of precum slithered out of his opening and down the knots and veins of his shaft to soak into his balls. Then, his mother spoke, shattering his fantasy.

"Thomas, I want to talk to you when you are finished."

Unmasturbated, and his pornography hidden, Thomas sat at the kitchen table listening as his mother explained the special delivery instructions Ms. Fortune had required for her newspapers.

Two doors down, Audrey Green was staring disbelievingly at the erotic tableau before her. Her own kitchen window faced into the window of the woman next door. She hadn't had a chance to properly introduce herself just yet, but she was meaning to go over there later this afternoon. Then, as she was doing dishes, she saw the Italian lady sauntering into her kitchen with a leash in one hand. Before Audrey had a chance to wonder what kind of dog it was, a naked man followed her in on all fours. He was almost like an animal, she thought. He was covered in thick masses and whirls of coarse black hair and his cock was gigantic! The leash that the woman led him by was attached to his big balls. Audrey had brought her hand up to her mouth to stifle her gasp of astonishment. The naked brute was carrying some kind of white cloth in his mouth. Reaching the center of the kitchen, the woman stopped and turned to face the beast at the end of her scrotum leash. Audrey noted that it was a wide thick leather collar that actually pulled his huge balls downward and away from the base of his penis. She fanned herself with one hand as she watched his mistress reach down to take the items from his mouth. They were a pair of pristine white silk lady's gloves. She put them on, smoothing them around each finger before going over by the refrigerator to retrieve an old metal bucket… and something else that she couldn't identify. It was oddly phallic in shape and size but smooth with a wide base and a smaller top. The black device seemed to be made of a strong rubber and didn't yield the least as she gripped it in her white-gloved hand. It seemed unusually long to Audrey, who had yet to ascertain its use. She set the bucket down on the floor and, pulling on the leash, directed her male to take up a position on all fours with his cock directly over it. Audrey watched then as the Woman In Charge sauntered around to his bare bottom and reaching down to pry one asscheek to the side, proceeded to work the wicked black implement deeply into the male's ass. The poor dear didn't show the least discomfort or shock at what was being done to him, and Audrey had to conclude that she was seeing something that was very common to the couple next door. Now, as she continued to watch, the Italian woman began removing the skirt of her business attire, reavealing the bottom of an old fashione white girdle attached to her fine black stockings with heavy straps. Her upper half was almost puritanically covered, while from the waist down she was a young man's masturbatory venus. For a moment, Audrey allowed herself to think of young Thomas, the paperboy who was also her neighbor. She imagined from his bedroom window, he would also benefit from this show. In her mind, she saw him standing in his little bedroom with his white underpants pulled down to his knees… his stiff little penis in his hand… jacking… what was she thinking!? She was a respectable woman and she had been thinking about the neighbor boy masturbating! With a controlled exhale, Audrey reasoned to herself that she was only human and her thoughts were being greatly influenced by what was going on in the neighbor's kitchen. The attractive brunette brought a very small stool over next to the male and sat down on it, her stockings pulling tight as she did. She began talking to the man, stroking his bare back and ass as one hand stole under him to grasp his erection in her gloved fist. She began a very slow very gentle stroking motion that reminded Audrey of a cow being milked. Then she realized the bucket's purpose. My god… this man was being milked like a cow, his sperm collected in a bucket like an animal. Audrey went faint and realized that her panties were very wet in the crotch.

In the other kitchen, Ms. Fortune's milking slave was panting and sweating a bit. The female hand between his legs was pulling harder on his cock and making his balls bounce comically. He grunted and arched his back eliciting a sharp spank to his rear end from his owner.

"Stay still, you!"

The pathetic male was, of course, forbidden to speak. The leather dog collar around his neck bore a small metal id tag that proclaimed his name as "Ms. Isabella's dickhead". Ms. Fortune looked under the beast to observe the contents of it's bucket. It was almost half full from previous drainings and she intended to add more this afternoon. She was a woman who believed that dickheads like this stupid male were born for the milkings she provided. She believed it kept them docile and enslaved to a world of perversity that they were fully suited to. Some men might be marriage material, but then there were these creatures. Her mind turned to the young man who was going to be her paperboy. She thought she could sense a certain guilt in him… the way he was unable to meet her eyes… the way he stole little glances of her stockings… his quick retreat to his bedroom. She tightened her grip and jacked harder on the penis in her dainty gloved hand.

Audrey, who had been watching for some time now, was being confronted with feelings she had never felt before. As the pervert on the leash was thoroughly masturbated for his cream, she began to think that just maybe this was as it should be. It probably didn't work… couldn't do much in life except exist to please it's Mistress. She found herself chuckling softly. She couldn't wait to meet this woman.

Thomas ran over the instructions in his head again. Ms. Fortune required her newspapers to be delivered directly to her dining room table. A key was to be found taped to the mailbox and he was to enter quietly, drop off the paper and leave. She was, his mother explained, a very busy woman and didn't have time for chit chat with paperboys. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his mother's car leaving the driveway for his aunt's house, where she would spend the afternoon visiting. Quickly, he ran up the stairs to his bedroom and began undressing. Once again, naked but for his socks, he stood there and began to stroke his enflamed penis. As he jerked off, he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye from the house next door. He turned to face his window completely and his eyes widened to saucers at the spectacle presented in the kitchen of Ms. Fortune.

Isabella thought that her pervert might be getting close to squirting as its ass had started humping just a bit more agressively. It was now driving it's cock down angrily into her sweet gloved fist. She cooed at it and said sweetly dirty things to encourage it to make it's disgusting mess. The thing's balls were slapping loudly in the little kitchen as it humped and grunted like a rutting pig, desperate to relieve itself of more semen. Isabella absent-mindedly ran a finger back and forth across its bound scrotum as her she thought of the paperboy… and then she had a wicked idea. With no explanation to Dickhead, she let go of its penis and left the kitchen. Her full ass rolled invitingly in her matronly white girdle, peeking out from beneath her shirttails. When she returned a moment later, she was carrying a condom package. Seating herself again on her stool, she pressed the package to dickhead's lips and he wordlessly chewed it open for her. Then, she withdrew the small white circle of rubber and began rolling it up the length of his stiff penis. He grunted with frustration at not being able to feel the soft friction of her gloves and was again soundly spanked for his rebellion.

"BEHAVE! You will make your mess in rubber. No sass mama, dickhead."

Then, she resumed her aggressive stroking of his cock. She tickled his hairy balls as she beat him off and laughed at his absence of dignity.

As Audrey watched with full attention, the male began its beastly climax as its owner coaxed it out of him with her hand. He was being spanked across his bare bottom as he emptied his awful sperm into the condom. Audrey had been quite the cocktease in her youth and given her share of handjobs to boys but truly recognized the expertise of the woman next door. After several minutes, it was dragged to a kneeling position in front of its Mistress as the condom was examined. Again, Audrey stiffled a gasp at the sight of the condom tip, ballooned outward with its heavy burden of sperm. The Italian lady carefully stripped it off of her pet, careful not to lose a drop of the thick semen.

Next door, Thomas began to ejaculate at the sight of the male being masturbated. Completely unhinged, he had begun to crouch slightly with the intesity of the discharges that splattered noisily against the window pane. He landed in a heap on the bedroom floor and groaned like a wounded animal staring up at the rich deposits of cream he had generously spurted against the glass. He clung to one terrible thought in the creeping darkness of the late afternoon… he wanted to be masturbated that way.

Warren was led back into his little dog cage by Ms. Fortune. She removed the leather ball collar and rubbed a bit of lotion into the sac to avoid chaffing. With a smart crack to his ass with the crop, and the locking of his cage, he was sent to bed. As he drifted off, he recalled how this exotic woman had taken charge of him from the beginning. He had been a transient in bus stations, which is where he met her. His life had been a failure and he wasn't terribly bright. However, from the moment there eyes first met, it seemed she could see the need in them… and hear it in his voice when he spoke. He was, and always had been a pervert. She had ensnared him easily with sexy stockings and terse commands floating on a wave of cigarette smoke. He curled up in his cage and fingered the little tag on his collar. Dickhead fell into a restless sleep.

Funnel  Ch. 02



It was perhaps about 5am when Thomas awoke to see his mother standing over his naked form and staring at the dried semen on his window.  She shifted her gaze to her son.

“Where are your pajamas?  Why are you naked on the floor… and for gods sake what is all this sticky stuff on your window?”

As she watched the red fill his cheeks with shame it all clicked into place.  She tugged indignantly on the hem of her skirt as if to protect herself from her own son’s perverted look.

“Put some clothes on and come down for breakfast.  Its time to start your paper-route.”  She left without saying anything further about the incident.

Audrey Green was putting some things away in the hall closet when she heard the paperboy coming up the stairs to her porch.  She smiled slightly as she closed the closet door and came into the living room to greet him.  Opening the front door, she found Thomas just pulling her paper out of his bag.

“Why, hello Thomas.  You seem earlier than usual today.”  He blushed and looked down at his shoes.

“Hi, Ms. Green.  Here’s your paper.”

She took it from him and held the door open.

“Thomas, why don’t you come in for a bit.  We can chat for a while since you got such a nice head-start on your route.”

The younger man shyly nodded and followed her inside.  He sat at the kitchen table while Ms. Green made some lemonade at the counter.  He studied her ass as she bent over for a pitcher.  He could see the slight lines of the legs and waistband of her panties through her skirt.  And just like that…naughty Thomas had a boner.  He reached down with one hand and tried to rub it a bit to make the pressure not so hurtful… it was wrapped painfully around one of the leg openings of his white cotton briefs and as it tried to stiffen it goaded his sore penis.  Ms. Green turned and caught him rubbing.

“Thomas, is everything ok?”  He blushed deeply and asked to use her bathroom.  Audrey gave a knowing smirk and pointed to a room off the hall.  He shuffled off to the bathroom, closing the door and pulling his pants and down.  He knew he had to be extra careful, as this door didn’t have a working lock.  He decided to just pull his cock out through the opening in his briefs to wank it.

In the kitchen Audrey was laughing softly at the too obvious slapping sounds coming from her bathroom.  Despite what the paperboy thought, he was making quite a lot of noise in there and the sounds were unmistakable.  He was beating off in her bathroom, Audrey thought with a grin.  This had never happened before in all the times they had chatted.  Audrey’s mind filled with the image of Ms. Fortune milking the sperm from her pet pervert’s leashed balls.  She ran a hand down to her thigh and traced the garter strap there.  She had dressed up special for Thomas today.  She intended to tease him with the mixed messages of her otherwise conservative attire mixed with the mature feminine appearance of an old fashioned garter and stockings.

She got up from her chair and slowly walked over to the bathroom door.  She pressed her ear to it and was greeted with the telltale heavy breathing and ball slapping that accompanies masturbation.  She took her ear away and addressed the door:

“Thomas.  Are you going to be much longer, dear?”  She tried to hold her laughter.

There was a startled gasp followed by the rustling of clothes.

“N-no, Ma’am.  Just finishing up.”

A moment later Thomas opened the door looking flushed and nervous as he practically walked into Audrey standing in the bathroom doorway.  There was a terribly accusatory moment of silence as she slowly glanced down at his crotch.  He hadn’t managed to zip up properly and the zip had caught in the material of his white briefs.

“Ohhh…” she cooed, “let me help you with that.”

She had him stand in front of her while she sat in a kitchen chair.  She raised the hem of her skirt slightly enough to show the darker banded tops of her beige stockings and the little clasps that cinched them to her garter belt.  She drew Thomas closer and wrapped her stockinged legs about his own to keep him in place.

“My, my, my… got your underpants in a bunch, huh?”  She chuckled.

Thomas was very nervous.  He hadn’t cum yet and his balls felt heavy with sperm.  He saw that Ms. Green was wearing those kind of stockings that Ms. Fortune always wore and his penis stiffened up slightly.  It was an easy matter for Audrey to pull the underpants out of his zip but she handled the wadded material for a while.  She pulled on it hard and the young mans dick was forced down one leg opening.  She easily made out the shape of his boner as it throbbed against his pant leg.  Still tethering him to her with his briefs, she slowly brought her hand up to caress the fattened head.  Looking up at him in mock innocence, she asked:  “Whatever is this, Thomas?  Hmm?”

When he began to stutter incoherently, she laughed and let go of his briefs.  He quickly zipped up and said he had to go.  Audrey just continued to laugh as she nodded her understanding.

With the reverence of a monk, he quietly ascended the steps to Ms. Fortune’s front door.  He felt around for the key, found it just where she said it would be, and entered the house.  It was quiet inside and he felt like an intruder.  He quickly fished out her newspaper and left it on the dining room table per her instructions.  Then, he heard that awful sound… like a wounded cow “mooing”.  There were sharp smacking sounds and even sharper admonishments being delivered in a firm female voice.  It all seemed to be coming from upstairs.  Remembering the bizarre show from the previous day, he had to follow those sounds.  There was a sinister cadence to noises.  They were almost… rhythmic.  He slowly climbed the stairs that led to the upstairs and noticed to his good fortune that the far bedroom door was slightly ajar.  He could now clearly make out the woman’s voice.

SMACK!
“You do!  You do as I say!  Hump!”

There was quiet for a bit, save for the dirty sounds of oiled skin rubbing hard against something and labored animal grunts.

SMACK!
“Hump it!”  A pause.  “Can you hear him?  What he does now for me?”

Thomas froze in his tracks, terrified that Ms. Fortune was addressing him through the door.  He peered ever so slightly into the room and saw that she was actually speaking to someone on her phone.  The phone was in one of her hands and it was being held down closely to the greasy cock of the man he had seen before.  She had bound him to some kind of wooden frame and held his penis in one greasy fist.  He was fucking it for their entertainment like a circus geek.

Despite his revulsion at the terrible sight, his own penis was getting stiff again.  He watched the hairy brute rut into his Mistress’s oiled fist.  The man was sweaty and dirty looking.  He was wearing some kind of leather helmet that covered his entire face.  She was laughing at the spectacle he made, and brought the phone back up to her face to speak.

“Do you hear?  Yes, he makes sounds like animal.  He make big mess soon.”  More laughter.

There in doorway, Thomas decided he had to masturbate to this.  He was not particularly strong-willed to begin with and this was proving way too much for him.  He carefully unzipped his pants and extracted his cock from the opening of his white cotton briefs.  He whacked it in time with the forced handjob being performed on the man in the other room.  His balls gently beat against his fist as he dragged it up and down his erection.  He felt like he could actually cum at any minute, as he had been aroused since the time he had spent at Ms. Green’s.  Suddenly, he fell forward a bit and the door opened fully, exposing him.

“AH!  What you do?!  Why you spy on me?”

Ms. Fortune seemed furious.  She spoke into the phone.

“I have to go.  The paperboy is here.  I will callback.”  She hung up and stood looking at the pervert in her doorway with his cock sticking out of his underpants.  Her other hand remained fixed in a circle as the greasy penis of dickhead shoved in and out of it without interruption.

“I.. I’m sorry, Ms. Fortune.  I didn’t mean to…”

She silenced him by holding up her free hand and shushing.

“Shame on you!  Playing with yourself and spying on me!  What am I going to do with you, eh?”

Thomas’ cheeks burned with shame and he hung his head.  He knew what he had done was bad and now this exciting woman was angry with him.  He only wished he could make it all better.

“I call your mama, no?  I tell her what you do… dirty boy?”

He grew fearful of the threat and started begging.  “Please, Ms. Fortune, no.  I am so sorry.”

The older woman rested a hand on one hip while the other was still being fucked by the penis of her naked male.  She seemed to be thinking… considering what her options were.  The silence in the room emphasized the squishy jacking sounds of the pervert that she milked.  She felt that she could probably make this young man do just about anything for her right now.  Then, she remembered the condom.

“Come in here Thomas and undress for me.”

He shuffled into the room looking for all the world like a naughty little boy.  His pants were at his ankles, hobbling his movements.  He slowly undressed before her as the man in bondage continued to be milked.  His big penis was so hairy and so were his balls, Thomas thought.  With the last item of clothing removed, he stood naked before Ms. Fortune.  She smiled wickedly as she made him turn around and show his bare ass to her.  She made him wiggle it back and forth for her like a dog.  Then there was a strangled whimper as her milking hand abandoned the big cock.  She gave him a couple of harsh spanks to his bottom for his outburst and turned her attention to her naughty neighbor.

“You play with yourself so much, yes?”

He nodded his head stupidly, unable to say the words.

“And you cum so much, yes?  All over?”

He nodded again and she laughed out loud in his face.

“You are so dirty.  Dirty, dirty, dirty.  Like dirty little boy you play with yourself and make big mess.”

She walked to her nightstand and retrieved several items.  One was a leather strap, which she proceeded to bind his wrists with behind his back.  The second was a smaller leather strap, which she fastened about his naked balls.  There was a leash attached to the ball collar, like the one he had seen on the man when he had been masturbated.  And of course, there was the fat, bloated condom.  She gave a sharp jerk on the leash and issued her first command.

“Down!  Kneel down!”

Knowing he didn’t have much of a choice, Thomas sank to his knees on the wooden floor.  He knelt in front of the woman who now controlled him by his balls.  She regarded him for a bit and playfully waggled the leash to make his scrotum bob and dance for her.  Then she sat down on a nearby chair and proceeded to remove one high heel shoe.  The large dark toe reinforcement of her stocking came into view and she wiggled her toes allowing them to air out beneath his face.  The odor was strong and made Thomas’ cock begin to grow.  She brought her stockinged foot down between his legs and playfully slapped at the head of his penis with it.  The silky stocking felt sooo good to him down there.  Then, she gave another sharp pull on his testicle leash and ordered him to tilt his head back.  Slowly, Isabella Fortune began to dangle the full condom over the young man’s face.

“You open your mouth for me.  Wide open for me.  Do it!”

He did and she began to pour the thick cream into his mouth directly from the used rubber.  He gagged slightly but his own little penis was an angry red and throbbing under her playful stockinged toes.  Some of the sperm dropped down in heavy globs to spatter thickly onto his upturned face and hair.  She used two fingers to help the remaining semen out of the condom and into his mouth.  All the while, she cooed to him and chuckled softly at the sight he presented.  She could see him swallowing the nasty stuff down in big gulps.  When the condom was completely empty, she praised him like a dog and ruffled his hair.

“Ah, you make mama very happy.  Such a good boy!”

He could still taste the sperm in his mouth and glanced over at the man’s enormous, hairy sac where all that nastiness had come from.  He gave an involuntary shudder and began to ejaculate all over Ms. Fortune’s pretty stockings.  He grunted like a pig as she laughed and laughed very loudly at him.

“Oh… you make such a mess like a dog.  Shame on you.”  She chuckled at him and tugged rhythmically on his ball leash to urge him empty.

His cock gave up its remaining spurts under her cold scrutiny.  She continued to laugh as she brought her stockinged foot up under his penis, pinning it to his stomach and smearing his cream around into the fabric with a firm rubbing motion.


When Thomas got home from his paper route, his mother called him into the kitchen.  He submissively entered and found Ms. Green already sitting there drinking coffee.  She smirked at him as he entered.

“Ms. Green… um…hi.”

“Hello, Thomas.  I was telling your mother about your bathroom break at my home this afternoon.”

He was horrified and his face turned scarlet.  She continued.

“You remember.  How you helped me fix that pipe under the sink?”

“Oh!  Yes… uh… yes, that.”

She went on, explaining to his mother while her eyes never left his.  She was enjoying his embarrassment immensely.

“Thomas seems very good at getting down on his knees and handling pipes.”

The double-entendre was completely lost on his mother.  “Yes.  I should put him to work doing that more often.  Its good work for a young man.”

Ms. Green smiled at him from the rim of her coffee cup.  His mother went on to explain the real reason for Audrey’s visit.

“Thomas, Ms. Green said she has chores that she would like you to do around her house.  I don’t see any problem with that.  You can do them after you finish your route.  Ms. Fortune is your last stop and then you can go over to Ms. Green’s to assist her.”


“Sure, mom… I guess that would be alright.”

He would have popped a boner at the prospect if he hadn’t already been so thoroughly milked by Ms. Fortune’s stocking feet.  He watched Ms. Green’s pretty hand glide down to covertly play with one slightly exposed garter strap under their kitchen table and he practically swooned.

Um… I have to go to my room.  It was good to see you again, Ms. Green.”

When Thomas got to his bedroom he gingerly removed his trousers and underpants.  His ass was still red and sore from the spanking he had received from Ms. Fortune after he had messed her lovely hosiery.  She had cursed prettily at him in Italian as she had done it.  There was something very refined and lady-like in everything that she did.  Even when she was spanking him, he felt like he absolutely deserved it.  He was quickly becoming overwhelmed by these new turns of events.  He carefully crawled under the covers, naked and fell into a fitful sleep.



Funnel  Ch. 03



The following day saw Thomas at Audrey’s house. He was there to begin the chores she had promised him. The only problem so far, was that he didn’t know where she was. He wandered around aimlessly for a bit and then spotted a handwritten note on the refrigerator. It read: “Thomas- I ran out for a bit to take care of some important business. I will be back in about an hour. Feel free to use the bathroom if you have to. –Ms. Green.” He felt a little guilty about that last part referring to the bathroom. He was thinking he might actually take her up on it though, when he suddenly heard voices coming through the open kitchen window. From his position, he could see clearly into the kitchen next door. He watched Isabella Fortune enter with Audrey Green and the ugly brute from the other day. He was completely naked and on all fours. Ms. Fortune was showing off a metal bucket to Ms. Green who was staring into it in apparent disbelief. He watched as Ms. Green turned suddenly on one high heel and began wagging her extended finger at the naked male, scolding him for something.

As the next hour unfolded, Thomas stared straight ahead with his exposed cock in his fist stroking it. He saw the women lead the male further into the kitchen and then, as Ms. Fortune removed her skirt to reveal her lovely stockings, saw Ms. Green taking a wooden spoon from a drawer. The clothed women looked especially pretty in contrast to the gross, hulking male who was naked and sweaty from his indignity.

In Ms. Fortune’s kitchen, Audrey was doing as Isabella instructed her. She stood at the rear of the pervert and used the flat of the wooden spoon to heft his balls and tease them. She rubbed the coarse wood back and forth over his bare scrotum and scolded him softly as she did it. She was slightly flushed herself. She had never seen such a big pair of balls on a man before. Despite their fascinatingly large appearance, she thought them quite ugly and told him so. Abandoning his testicles, she began spanking him with the spoon at Isabella’s urging. She found it quite fun and proper to discipline him like a child.

Beneath dickhead’s legs his mammoth cock was bobbing stiffly in the air. His boner was living testimony to his love of this peculiar form of degradation. He gasped as he felt Ms. Fortune’s silky gloved hand squeeze his dick at its base. She was wearing a pair of white lace gloves that teased the sensitive skin of his erection as she handled it knowingly. He felt her very slowly slide her little hand down from the base toward the head, where she paused torturously and then began rhythmically squeezing the spongy head like the atomizer on a perfume bottle. She chuckled wickedly as he bucked up and down from the intensity of the cloth pattern woven into the gloves, biting into his cockhead. There was a sharp smack as Audrey brought wooden spoon down onto his bare bottom.

Back in Ms. Green’s kitchen, Thomas was beating off with a vengeance. He was sweaty and dull-witted with lust. Legs spread wide apart and his penis in hand he surveyed the decadent scene with horrified curiosity. He watched the women berate and tease the naked wretch at their feet and jerked harder on his own penis. Ms. Green who squatted down demurely next to him brought the bucket under the man’s crotch. He watched as she almost shyly reached under his bare bottom from the rear to help Ms. Fortune masturbate the big penis. He now knew what was in the bucket that had so captivated the woman. He remembered the way Ms. Fortune had beamed with pride as she showed off the contents… like a farmer with a prized milking cow. He felt faint. His head had begun to spin with the labor of his frenzied jacking and his eyes were rolling back into his head. He closed them and concentrated on the profound ejaculation that was forthcoming. Time lost meaning to him and all that mattered was painting Ms. Greens kitchen sink with his steaming hot load. He would clean it up later. She would never know. Never know. Never know. Oh god. It was going to be huge. He began to tremble… and then… he felt a stinging hard slap to his bare fanny.

His eyes snapped open and he turned to face the fully dressed Ms. Audrey Green, holding the wooden spoon in hand and glaring at him with hard accusing eyes.

“Shame on you! What on earth are you doing in my house half naked and playing with yourself?”

She brought the wooden spoon down again on his bare ass. Once. Twice. He shuddered with the force of his embarrassment. There was clearly no explaining this other than to admit his guilt. He was masturbating in her kitchen and looking at the perversion taking place in the house next door. Not waiting for any explanation, Ms. Green seized him by the ear and marched him toward the rear door to the house. She shoved him hard out into the cool morning air with his penis still exposed and his pants at his ankles. He heard loud female laughter and looked up to see a group of young girls in cheerleader uniforms standing in the alley not ten feet away. They were looking right at him and pointing with big smiles on their pretty faces. Audrey delivered another harsh spank to his reddening ass with the spoon.

“March! Right this second, Thomas. I don’t want to have to tell you again.”

He slowly got to his feet and started to draw his underpants up when she smacked his hand away and told him to leave them down. The girls were in hysterics. They continued to point at him with their fingers and make embarrassing comments about his privates on full display. One of them, a cute blond in a ponytail, reached down to the hem of her short skirt and turned her back to him lifting it up and flashing her adorable little white cotton panties at him. His stiffening penis reared up at the sight and made them laugh all the more. Ms. Green once again took him by the ear and marched him over to the house next door… to Ms. Fortune’s. His face was beet red and his ears burned with the girlish laughter from the cheerleaders he had been exposed in front of. He was led into the kitchen wear Ms. Fortune and her milking slave were waiting. In no uncertain terms, Ms. Green told him to strip. He quickly complied and the two dominant women eyed his nude body up and down. Isabella Fortune sauntered over and proceeded to strap his hands behind his back. Then she whispered something in Audrey’s ear that made her eyes go wide and her hand cover her mouth in dismay. She nodded her understanding, however, and the two went to work on preparing the young man for further indignities.

A half hour later, Thomas found himself in cruel bondage. He had been laid on his back naked with his entire upper body encased in some kind of leather straight jacket. This of course left him exposed from the waist down. His head had been forced into a tight fitting leather helmet that covered him entirely except for his mouth and two small holes for his nostrils. There was more… they had fastened some kind of apparatus to his mouth opening but because he could no longer see, he could only guess what it was. The thing had a protrusion that led into his mouth and kept it forced open. It was hollow as he could breath through it.

With the large sturdy rubber funnel in place on the paperboy’s face, Audrey stepped back to admire her handiwork. She was shivering slightly with lust at the plans Isabella had revealed regarding this new acquisition. There on the floor next to his leather covered head was the bucket from the kitchen. The bucket full of cum. She wrinkled her cute little nose up slightly from the smell of the stuff. With a nod from Isabella, Audrey smiled and hefted the pail up over Thomas’ face. She slowly began to tip it causing the white sloppy contents to roll toward the rim. There was a pregnant pause right before the sperm began to plop down into the funnel opening in big heavy dollops. Thomas recoiled at first and began to wriggle about in his bindings. There was no way for him to gain control of his situation. He was at the mercy of the neighbor ladies. He gulped down the awful semen to avoid drowning in it. It was bitter and sticky and so very very thick. His mind filled with images of the big penis and balls which had produced it and fought to turn his head but was held fast when Isabella used her black stockinged foot on his forehead to pin him down. In his discipline helmet he heard muffled feminine giggles and comments being exchanged as his mouth continued to be filled repeatedly with cum. His cheeks began to expand from the amount he took in. Soon, he was forced to begin swallowing almost nonstop to keep the tube clear. It seemed that the supply of sperm was inexhaustible. There was so much and it just kept coming and coming! Audrey did not relent and she tipped up the bucket to the point of topping off the funnel and letting him drink it down before filling it full once again. All the while she scolded and chided him as she poured.

Isabella Fortune was delighted at the job the young man was doing at eating from the cum bucket. She left for a moment to go to her closet and brought out a leather collar with a small id tag dangling from it. She proudly showed it to Audrey who had just put down the now empty bucket. Audrey smiled wickedly, as she read aloud from the tag: “Funnel”.

As day turned to night Thomas reflected on the indignities he had suffered so far. He had downed sperm from a large bucket, had been spanked and masturbated by Ms. Audrey, he had even had to suckle and clean the sweaty stockinged toes of both Women while they gloated over him and prodded him along with riding crops. This latest intrusion, however, was the worst yet. He had been buckled into a bent over kneeling position with his naked ass in the air. His head low and fastened with a leash to a ring on the floor. Behind him stood dickhead with his huge stiff cock near his ass. Isabella Fortune approached him from the side with a big bottle of hand lotion. She unscrewed the lid and poured a generous amount over her palms. As she smeared the lotion into her pretty hands she spoke to the paperboy.

“Now you get milked like cow, eh?”

She grasped his swollen cock in one greasy fist and began a very slow pulling motion. His balls jiggled under the pulling and his cock head flared around her fingers as they traveled up and down.

“You like your new name, huh? Do you? Funnel? I call you funnel because you so good at drinking down the ball milk.”

She laughed at his shame and continued her slow masturbation. Audrey was watching with rapt attention, her arms folded across her bosom. She slowly walked around him to stand at his rear next to dickhead. “Funnel’s” asshole was almost rhythmically opening and closing in time to Isabella’s wicked milking. It made Audrey smile.

“Oh yeah. Beat him off, Isabella. I can see his butthole winking at me while you do it.”

They both laughed at that and Ms. Fortune increased her pace and gripped the slippery penis more firmly in her hand. Her bracelets jingled exotically as her fist worked his dick over in a parody of discreet juvenile masturbation. After a bit of this to arouse him, she slowed back down and took dickheads large penis in her other hand. She jacked it with slippery, lotion covered strokes. Each time she pulled it she brought the big head closer to Funnel’s asshole. She was now jacking off two perverts at the same time and smiling all the while. When Funnel felt the blunt cockhead butt up against his tight anus he gasped. Surely they wouldn’t degrade him so utterly by making him take a cock up his ass?! Then he felt a second pair of womanly hands on his bottom cheeks, spreading them far apart to further expose his tiny opening. Isabella began working the fat head into the young man’s asshole, perspiring slightly as she did. It was slow going but she was a very determined woman.



Funnel Ch. 04



Audrey stared, fascinated by the sight of the small male anus being stretched around the fat cockhead. She watched Isabella in her pretty stockings and blouse, looking so pretty and dainty as she continued to jerk off her paperboy while he was being sodomized. She knew the big penis would stroke his prostate and produce an enormous amount of cream from the young man. Once again she fanned herself with her hand as she saw the cock slide deeply into her young masturbator’s asshole. For the next twenty minutes or so the little kitchen was quiet, mainly because both males had been gagged. The only noises were those of cocks sliding back and forth, punctuated by harsh female remarks.

“Fuck it dickhead. Yes, you fuck his ass. Deep. Funnel, you cum soon. You come for mama with big dick up your ass.”

Audrey joined in, inspired by the sight of Ms. Fortune’s masturbation.

“Yeah. Oh, do it to him with your hand, Isabella. I’ll bet he has a really big load he wants to shoot.”

The kitchen, which had been denied so much privacy in the past few days was again intruded upon when a gang of young female eyes peered into it from the window facing the alley. The pretty cheerleaders bore witness from their hiding place and their mouths were all agape as they saw the dirty activities being performed. They saw the attractive older Women, one holding the kneeling male’s ass cheeks spread and the other lazily stroking his stiff dick and they all blushed prettily.

“Omigod!” Shelly whispered to her friends. She was the pretty pony-tailed blonde who had flashed her cute little white panties at him in the alley. “Look what they’re doing in there!” There was silence as they could only stare and marvel at how controlled the men were. They seemed truly helpless to do anything but obey their Mistresses, bound as they were.

Thomas, now known as Funnel, was overwhelmed by the sensations of the perverted acts he was being made to endure. That cock was so big up his ass! He hissed through his funnel as he felt the big dickhead rub against his prostate. It slid back and forth through is asshole like a relentless engine. Ms. Fortune was milking him just like a cow in a barn. Her soft greasy hand slid up to the base of his penis and then she would pinch it hard with two fingers to draw downward to the head. Her pretty little fingers would pause to tickle the bloated dickhead before sliding wickedly back upward to the base. Thomas was oblivious to his audience of cheerleaders… only the stroking that he was enduring in both his asshole and on his stiff cock. Audrey chose that moment to release one of his asscheeks and run a manicured fingernail down across his hanging balls. She had a smile on her face as she watched him shudder from the sensation. She would squeeze them every so often using gentle rhythmic motions as she held his ball sac in the palm of her sweet feminine hand. She saw his penis was an agonized purple color from the lazy, cruel stroking of Ms. Fortune’s hand as she jacked him off.

Outside, the girls were starting to giggle nervously from the indecency of it all. They all looked so cute in their uniforms and knee socks and saddle shoes. The skirts were all so terribly short that their little panties were continually peaking out from underneath in a most fetching way. They popped their bubble gum and continued to make remarks about what they were seeing.

“Look at that big hairy one buttfucking the other one. I mean… my god… he has got to have the biggest dick I have ever seen.”

“Lori!” Shellie slapped her friend playfully on the ass in admonishment.

“Its true. And look… he’s getting a handjob at the same time. God, what a pervert. That is so totally gross.”

At last, at Isabella’s urging, Audrey put her hands on Dickhead’s hips to bring him to a halt. His big cock was about halfway up Funnel’s asshole. She wrapped her delicate fingers around the exposed swollen shaft and began to gently masturbate him into the paperboy’s ass. Funnel was bucking slightly to try and bring himself off into Ms. Fortune’s hand. She would have none of that and spanked him sharply across his bottom.

“You stay still! Mama milk you, but you no move for her! You want spanking?”

He groaned pitifully into the funnel apparatus attached to his discipline helmet and shook his head no. He was feeling like he was getting close to the biggest orgasm he had ever had. His sac was bouncing around in front of the women, making a foolish spectacle of himself. But of course, he WAS a pervert… a lowly jerkoff and now known only as “Funnel”. His purpose was clearly spelled out in his name. He was now the jackoff toy of two determined ladies both old enough to be his mother. He would swallow down the creamy sperm he and any other male cows made just to amuse the women. The dark notion swallowed him whole and he felt himself beginning the arduous journey toward a mammoth ejaculation. Each stroke of Ms. Fortune’s hand now brought him closer. When her hand suddenly left his penis he began to whimper like a frightened puppy. Audrey, who stood behind him jacking off Dickhead, was still smiling as the big penis began to fire wad after hot steaming wad of ballcream up his ass.

“Oooooh, Isabella. He’s cumming! I can feel it shooting out of his dick and up the other one’s ass.”

Isabella chuckled softly and returned a moment later with a condom package. She opened it with a fingernail and proceeded to draw it up the thick penis hanging down between his legs like a cow teat. Once in place, she began to masturbate him again but at a quicker pace.

The girls outside were very excited by the sight of his condom-covered cock being worked over by the female hand. They had a perfect view of the milking.

“Omigod now they’re jerking him off into a rubber! I cannot believe this.” Cheryl, a redhead with a big ass was giggling as she watched. The whole scene at this point reminded her of a barnyard animal being milked of his sperm. Funnel was bucking and making embarrassing noises that made Audrey and Isabella both grin. Her hand was really gripping him hard now and stroking him firmly up and down.

When he finally ejaculated it was indeed mammoth. The thick creamy goo blasted out of his tortured cockhead to fill the condom tip as Isabella pulled on him to empty his balls. Audrey pinched at his scrotum with her long fingernails a bit to encourage him along. His cock was throbbing in Isabella’s little hand and soon he was panting and exhausted from his ordeals. Ms. Fortune smiled down at him as she slowly drew the rubber down off his still fat dick. She pulled it down like a woman pulling off a stocking and began to scold him.

“Shame on you! You make big mess in here little boy. Should we tell his mama on him Audrey?”

Audrey seemed to be considering it as she tapped her finger against her pursed lips.

“Well, I think it may shock the poor woman to know that her grown up little boy here is such a pervert. Still… no perhaps another time.”

Isabella slowly removed one of her silky black stockings and began to unfasten the funnel from the young man’s helmet. Then she forced the odorous foot part into his mouth and told him she would be leaving for a while and when she returned she expected the stocking to be cleaned spotless. He nodded stupidly and the young girls outside all broke into laughter. Especially Cheryl.

“Hey, he should clean my dirty socks too. They’re pretty smelly and could use a good mouth washing.” They laughed even harder at that.

Lori said, “He should clean all of our dirty socks. The pervert would probably cum all over from that.” More laughter.

The women left Funnel in the room alone. They had Dickhead back on his ball leash as they led him to his little cage. Thomas was suckling the dirty stocking in his mouth in a frantic effort to clean it to Ms. Fortune’s satisfaction. His anus was sore and his cock was hanging heavily downward between his legs. His balls felt drained and very exposed as he knelt there in his straightjacket. The young girls in the alley watched a bit longer and then left to go to their cheerleading practice. They discussed what they had seen the whole way there.

He heard the sound of high heels striding across the linoleum floor and looked up to see both Women had returned. They ignored him and took seats at the kitchen table. Ms. Fortune lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke.

“His mama will have to know, Audrey.” She said.

“I know.” She had a concerned look on her face.

“If you want to keep him she needs to know what is going on and what his future is, no? I help you if you like. I know a way to do it so his mama will want to have you take him for this.”

“Really? That would be nice, Isabella. You know so much and I want to learn it all.”

Ms. Fortune turned to look down at Funnel on her kitchen floor.

“Hey! You do good job on my stocking, boy. You make nice and clean or I spank.”

She pushed her chair out and got up to stand in front of him. She reached down and forced a finger into his mouth to remove the damp ladies hosiery. She uncoiled it and smoothed it out to examine the silk carefully.

“Is okay. You clean Ms. Green’s stockings this way now. You do as she say.” As she spoke she produced a thick leather collar and began to buckle it around his bare scrotum. She hooked a leash to it and handed it to Audrey.

“You take him home. I will call you before I go to visit his mama. You do what I say. This boy will be yours soon.”

Audrey rose from her chair and tugged smartly on the ball leash.

“Come along now you dirty little boy. You’re coming home with Mommy Audrey.”

Her sexy stockinged legs hissing as she moved, she went to the rear door that led into the alley. She led him out through this door as he stared at her beautiful large behind swaying in her skirt. His nostrils flared as he saw the cute panty lines that teased at him through the fabric. With leash in hand she pulled him along by his sac to her own home as Thomas followed along obediently on all fours, his balls swinging nakedly as he did.

Isabella Fortune had a drawer filled with condoms. These condoms, however, where not in the package. They were used and filled to bursting with thick creamy semen. The ends had been tied off into cute little knots and they sat in neat rows inside the drawer. She selected several of the filled rubber cylinders and put them into her purse. She took one more out and cradled it in her white-gloved hand as she examined the milky contents inside. She smiled at her clever plan to discredit the younger male.


Thomas’ mother was in the living room drinking coffee and watching the television when the doorbell rang. She got up and looked through the peephole to see Ms. Fortune standing outside looking very upset. She opened the door to greet her.

“Ms. Fortune. What can I do for…” the Italian Lady interrupted her.

“I am very angry for what he do to me! I have never had such a thing done before… I am a lady! He needs to be punished!”

“Ms. Fortune, I don’t understand. What’s wrong?”

Isabella reached into her purse and pulled out a sheer, pretty gray stocking… absolutely covered in sperm. The young man’s mother blushed and her eyes went wide at the sight before her.

“I…Is that…?”

“It is cum. Dirty boy cum from your dirty boy, yes!” She waved the fabric in front of her eyes accusingly.

“He go to bring me newspaper but he do this to my stocking! He make his disgusting bad boy mess from his penis all over my things!” She reached back into her purse and pulled out another garment. As she held it up in front of them, they unfolded to reveal themselves as a very pretty pair of silky full-cut pink panties… also covered in semen. Thomas’ mother didn’t think to question why the stains seemed so fresh, instead she was filled with revulsion and indignation. Ms. Fortune continued.

“I bet his bed… his underpants… his things are also very bad. Very soiled.”

The young man’s mother thought back to seeing the heavy creamy stains all over his bedroom window as she found him sleeping naked on the floor. Oh god, her own son was a pervert! At Ms. Fortune’s insistence, they climbed the stairs that led to his bedroom to conduct their inspection. When they opened the door, they saw a messy room with clothes on the floor and bed unmade but Ms. Fortune said they should begin with a search. Thomas’ mother went to the closet while Isabella picked up a pair of white briefs from the floor. She covertly dipped into her purse for a condom and split open the tight shiny white rubber with her fingernail. She then dumped out the gooey sperm into the young man’s underpants, making sure the cotton was quite saturated. She also took this moment to use another condom to squirt sperm all over his bed sheets. A few moments later she saw the boy’s mother come out of the closet with a black bag in her hands. She told her neighbor how sorry she was and that it was filled with dirty, filthy pornography. Isabella showed her the soiled underpants and the sticky bed sheet.

Ms. Fortune was very pleased with her performance so far and she actually shook her finger at the woman as she spoke.

“I am not so surprised. He is very dirty to do this to my things. He makes dirty mess in his room with his dirty magazines and should be very ashamed.”

His mother nodded gravely. “I could not agree more, Isabella.”

Audrey was very comfortable on her new chair. She was glad to have gotten the loan of it from Isabella Fortune. It was a large piece of furniture that was referred to as a Lady’s Throne. It was made of comfortable white leather that allowed for long hours of seated bliss… but that was not its most delightful feature. It also sported a carefully recessed opening in the seat. An opening through which a male face now protruded, held fast by leather straps that wound under his head and held him immobile for his duties. She had thoughtfully pulled her pretty panties down to her ankles before sitting to allow for her full bare bottom the play of his tongue. It was very busy in her anus at the moment. The lower half of him was naked and exposed as it protruded from the bottom of the throne and between her legs. She teased him with the feel of her panties against his cockhead and occasionally tugged hard on his ball leash to encourage his efforts.

“Deeper, please Thomas. I want to feel that tongue of yours all the way up my ass.”

He would have answered but his only reply was to burrow more deeply into the woman’s asshole with his tongue and to suckle hungrily with his lips against the opening. His penis throbbed against the teasing feel of her baby blue panties.



Funnel Ch. 05



Ms. Green was allowing her asshole to throb pleasantly open and shut around his eager tongue as it worked in and out. She smiled as she thought of the dirty things that she would make the young man do for her entertainment. His tonguing and burrowing of her asshole was just a temporary diversion until she heard from Ms. Fortune. She was going to let the pervert's own mother know how dirty he was. It was a plan to free the boy up for his permanent duties of asslicker and jackoffboy. She wiggled her full behind upon his face and giggled at the feel of his face wedged deeply into her asscrack... where it belonged.

"Oh my, that's lovely sweetie. You are a little assboy aren't you? Mamas little asslicker hmm?"

He was showing her that he was exactly that. His face was pressed absolutely flush with her womanly asscheeks and her butt in his face gave him a tremendous boner. Audrey reached a dainty hand down and grasped the head firmly between two fingernails. She slowly pinched and squeezed it as her bottom received its due. When the phone rang, she released his penis and pulled hard on his ball leash.

"I have to get that call Thomas. You be a good boy while mama is on the phone. Lick my asshole deeply, please."

He grunted underneath her like a pig in a sty and continued to grind his face against her butthole while suckling hungrily. He had so far managed to cram his entire tongue deeply into the muscular anal ring of her tight asshole.

"Yes? Oh really? That shouldn't be a problem. How was she? Oh how lovely... give me about ten minutes. What? Oh... yes... the chair is wonderful. He has his tongue all the way up my butt right this minute. Mm hmm...Really. Okay... bye." She set the phone back into its cradle and addressed the young man under her seat. "Thomas... we have an appointment to keep. Please take your tongue out of my asshole."

When he opened the door to his house he wasn't sure what to expect. Ms. Green had told him that his mother wanted to speak to him and that she would accompany him. The blood rose to his face in humiliation when he saw his mother and Ms. Fortune sitting on the sofa along with a pair of his underpants and an unsettling familiar black bag sitting on the coffee table. He didn't think things could be worse for him just then. That was until he saw Dawn from the Adult Bookstore waltz out of the kitchen with a tray of Oreo's and a big grin on her cute face. She plopped herself down into a chair and put her feet up on the coffee table right next to the black bag. Despite his horrendous shock at the sight of her, he took the time to notice her young shapely legs in a very fetching pair of white cableknit tights. Dawn caught him staring and gave a little-girl giggle.

"Hiii Tommy." She cooed and gave him a little wave with her hand.

He was lightheaded and he turned to face his mother and Ms. Fortune. They were not smiling.

"Here he is Emily." Audrey said, addressing his mother.

"Yes. Thank you Audrey."

He fumbled for something to say. "What is it, Mom?"

His mother picked up his white cotton briefs with two fingers like they were contaminated and held them up disdainfully. Dawn giggled again and wolfed down another Oreo.

"What have you to say for yourself, Thomas?"

He didn't understand what his mother meant, but if Dawn was here, that couldn't be a good sign. He only knew her from his frequent visits to the sex shop near the college. He glanced over at Ms. Fortune who was glaring at him and offering no explanation.

"I... I don't know what you mean."

His mother laid the soiled garment back on the coffee table and proceeded to dump the contents of his black bag out onto the table. A bottle of masturbation lubricant tumbled out noisily and rolled onto the floor along with several dirty magazines, and lastly, his new jackoff pump. Dawn's eyes grew wide when she saw it.

"I remember that. Have you been using it, Tommy?" She was teasing him and loving every minute.

His face was completely crimson now. He stammered but could find no words to suit the magnitude of his shame. Ms. Fortune broke the silence.

"He is very dirty! He play with his penis and make nasty mess in his little room. My mama would spank such a dirty boy."

His mother spoke next.

"You remember Dawn? She certainly remembers you. She's told me you spend a lot of time at her store near campus. She's also told me you play with yourself in the little booths they have in there... for dirty men. Shame on you, Thomas!"

He felt as if he were going to cry at any moment. Then, as planned, Audrey volunteered a solution.

"Emily. Why doesn't he stay with me for a good while? You know that I don't tolerate that kind of behavior. He's been shaming your good name for some time, and I think the firm hand of his neighbor lady might be a good influence on him. And it would give you some time to get yourself back in order... I'm sure this has been a terrible ordeal for you."

His mother sighed and nodded. "Perhaps your right, Audrey. Perhaps it would be what he needs. However, there is still the matter of preserving my motherly honor, to say nothing of the punishment he has coming to him."

Tom gulped and looked to Ms. Green for support. She offered none as his mother continued.

"Thomas. Take your pants off."

He knew it was useless to argue with his mother when she had that determined look. He slumped his shoulders in defeat and began to unzip and undress himself in front of the four women. He pulled his pants off completely and stood there in his shirt and briefs and socks as Dawn smiled at the sight of his bulging underpants. Despite his mortification, he had somehow managed to pop a very rigid boner. Then, his own mother took him in front of her and Ms. Fortune, and began to lower his briefs for what appeared to be an old fashioned spanking. He almost began to whimper when his stiff cock was revealed to the cool appraising stares of the women. As Ms. Fortune stared at the swollen head, it throbbed and a blob of sperm appeared at the slit. His mother sniffed angrily and proceeded to scold him, as he stood there ashamed and fully aroused.

"You're behaving like a beast. I simply cannot believe that you would expose yourself so... so shamefully in front of guests. You certainly aren't impressing Ms. Green or Ms. Fortune. Poor little Dawn is probably going to tell all of her girlfriends about the pervert son of mine. And Thomas... I am most certainly not impressed in the least."

With that, she brought her hand up to his throbbing penis and closed her fingers around it tightly. He gasped at the maternal touch and his balls raised and lowered in the throes of his decadent need. His mother proceeded to pull downward in an agonizing slow movement that slid her feminine hand to the slick taught head. She paused to examine the spongy head and squeezed a few times rhythmically. Dawn was holding her breath; she was so transfixed by the sight of the mother prickteasing her own son.

"Just shameful." She hissed as she stared at his penis. She seemed to be addressing his cock and completely ignoring him.

"A wicked display. Just wicked." She actually stroked his hard shaft a few times between comments. Ms. Fortune also spoke to his penis.

"Very dirty. It is big and fat from dirty thoughts. Make a big mess soon."

Thomas was trembling with the lust that was boiling in his fat ballsac. His own mother had his penis in her hand and was pulling on the boner he had so embarrassingly revealed to her. She had never seen him like this... with an erection... and she seemed transfixed by the sight of it. She brought her other small hand up to cup his tender scrotum and Thomas could feel the cool steel of the rings that encircled her fingers as they touched his balls. She stroked his hard cock very very slowly while slowly squeezing his balls. The room was very quiet. Then, abruptly she stopped her teasing caresses and ordered him across her lap. He obeyed nervously and soon found his penis treated to the subtle rub of her nylon dress pants. With his naked rear end now in the line of fire, his mother proceeded to slap him smartly while scolding him.

"You are a very naughty young man, Thomas!" SMACK!

"You deserve this." SMACK!

"I wont..." SMACK!

"tolerate this nastiness!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The spanking went on for a while with Thomas sobbing on his mother's lap. The women watched with silent interest while he bucked and whimpered and accepted his punishment. Eventually, despite the burning in his fanny, he began to buck harder against the fabric of his mother's nylon pants. The teasing feel against his naked cockhead was driving him toward a very embarrassing accident. When he came, it was with a resounding spank against his bare ass and a curdled yelp. Emily instantly felt the hot thick ropes spurting against her thigh and flipped him over to avoid further soiling. The move caused her son's exposed cock to stand straight up in front of the wide-eyed women while he lay on his back on her lap. His cock gave a terrible throb and then spit a long white rope of jism that landed in a spiraling plop all over his shirt and part of his mother's blouse.

When the spectacle had reached its conclusion, his mother dumped him to the floor and reached down to take a firm grip of his ear. She marched him into another room while the women all looked at each other in astonishment.

Dawn let out a breath. "My gosh. That has got to be the biggest cum load I have ever seen. Did you see how much he squirted?"

Isabella was smiling smugly. "It is his mama's touch. Such a dirty boy. Such a big mess from him from that."

The women continued to discuss him in hushed tones, afraid they would miss any further punitive dialogue from Emily to her son. Then, they returned to the living room with Emily leading the way. She had taken the time to remove her semen-soiled blouse, revealing her full bosom in a modest white old-fashioned bra. When she came in and resumed her seat, Thomas was still outside... apparently too embarrassed to enter.

"Thomas!" His mother barked. "You will come back into this room this instant!"

The women now all had their eyes fastened on the doorway that led from the kitchen into the living room. Slowly the giggles started as they beheld the young man and what his mother had done to him. He was wearing a diaper.

Audrey was grinning from ear to ear and clapped her hands together as he slowly shuffled into the room.

"Ohhh, Emily! That is so adorable!"

Dawn couldn't stop laughing and Isabella was characteristically smug.

"Is good for him. Diaper for little baby who make mess on mama's lap."

His mother looked at him and wagged a scolding finger. "This is what happens to boys who don't behave like men. Take a good look ladies. Thomas should be very ashamed of himself. Now you may go to Ms. Green's house where she will look after you for a while."

He looked around for his pants.

"No pants, Thomas. Those are for big boys. You will go as you are... in your diaper."

That was it. His fragile masculinity shattered, he began to sob with shame in front of the pretty women. Audrey took him by the hand.

"Come along, you sad little baby boy. Lets get you home now."

He unquestioningly followed her out the door and back to her house... clad only in the humiliating baby garment. Once back at Audrey's house, he was put back under the Lady's Throne where he spent the remainder of the afternoon... making her asshole feel loved.

Days and weeks passed until one day Thomas' mother decided on a visit to see how her dirty son was coming along under Ms. Green's care. She had chosen her clothing very carefully, as she didn't want to entice him to another disgusting erection. She was the picture of a prim lady. Her blouse was a white high-collared affair complete with long sleeves that ended in a pair of white silk gloves. She had chosen to wear her brunette hair pulled back into a bun to give her a more dignified appearance. Her skirt was down to her ankles and her feet were in a pair of sensible black heels. Her only concession to womanly vanity was a pair of beige silk stockings with a reinforced toe. These were held up by thick white straps that attached to her matronly white girdle. The stockings had been a gift from Ms. Fortune over the holidays. She had been spending much time with the young male's mother in an effort to subtly groom her into a more suburban version of herself.

In Isabella's company, Emily had been treated to the sight of a naked male masturbating himself in front of her. It had been arranged to look like an accidental viewing, but it had all been cleverly planned with dickhead jacking off in a bathroom with the door open. In the days following, Emily had slowly begun to hone her beliefs into razor sharp clarity concerning her son.

Emily watched as Audrey's car left the driveway and she pulled out behind her. Following at a distance to avoid notice, she wound through streets to arrive at a small building in the warehouse district. She watched as her son's new governess descended steps that led down to a door into the lower level of the building. She left her own car and briskly walked over to the same steps when a noise startled her. There was a single broken window next to the door. It was small and the thick glass had been shattered enough to allow her to peer in. As she did, her mouth dropped open in utter shock.

Emily stared at the sight of her son. He was naked and bound wrist to ankle on his back. His ass was raised up to allow a very pretty, young blonde girl on a stool, access to his privates. She was smiling sweetly as she petted his boner and lightly tickled his exposed balls with her pink fingernails. At his head, four other males were standing on tiptoes with their heads encased in black leather hoods. They were bound to the ceiling by their wrists and their hard penises were all being solidly gripped by more pretty, young girls. They were masturbating them over her son's head. He had a shiny black funnel wedged into his mouth and it was kept there with stout leather straps. My god, thought Emily. What has my son become?

As she continued to watch, she became aware of her silky white panties becoming slippery in the gusset. She was in heat from the level of perversion she was being exposed to. Never had she witnessed such filth as she now saw... four stiff cocks ejaculating from the teasing hands that masturbated them expertly. The girls pointed the rigid boners downward; bringing winces and groans from their male cows, as they continued to beat them off. The thick, copious discharges all landed with surprisingly loud splats into the funnel strapped to her son's mouth. The girls giggled as they emptied the balls of all four men with firm milking motions.

Then, with a deep breath, she entered the building to visit her son.

Upon entering, Emily noticed for the first time that both Ms. Green and Ms. Fortune were seated there with a perfect view of the scene in front of them. They were in comfortable chairs and flanked on either side by ten other women whom she didn't recognize. Immediately, Isabella got up from her chair to greet the woman.

"Emily! Is so wonderful to see you here."

"Isabella. What's going on? What's happening to my son?"

Isabella smiled to show her shiny, perfect teeth.

"He is being fed his dinner." 



Funnel: Conclusion



I have enjoyed writing the stories in this series and thank you all for the feedback, positive or otherwise. Feedback, as so many other authors have said, is what makes it so fun to write and post stories. So please keep it comming. All characters in this story are fictionalized and are intended to be of legal age. Please enjoy and tell me what you think.

-ARJ

Emily cast a baleful glance over at her naked son on the floor.

“You mean you feed him semen, Isabella?”

Ms. Fortune chuckled. “Yes. Crackers and fruit and milk… but mostly semen.”

His mother looked down at her son’s bobbing erection being slowly pulled on by the young girl as she carelessly popped her bubble gum. For a moment their two eyes met and the girl gave a bright friendly smile and giggled as she used his penis to wave at her in greeting.

The young man’s mother blushed and she stared at the big naked cockhead swaying at her as the girl moved it.

“Is he any better in this situation? And who are all these women who are watching?”

Ms. Fortune raised a gloved hand. “I will answer all. Now, you sit. Watch your dirty boy make his mess.”

Emily was still working through the scene she was witnessing. Too dumbfounded to do anything else, she took a seat between Audrey and Isabella.

Ms. Fortune strode over to the girl masturbating Funnel’s penis and whispered something in her ear. The girl nodded and left the room for a bit. More girls entered and in a short time had put him into a milking harness. It was composed of leather straps that wound around his upper torso and arms pinning them behind his upper back. Two sturdy straps wound around his thighs, spreading them immodestly. The whole affair was suspended from the ceiling and supported him while leaving just his tiptoes on the floor. His bare ass faced the female spectators who had a superb view of his naked ass, hanging balls and cock. Then, the lights were lowered with just one bare bulb above the nude young man who was to be milked. Two cockteasers removed his helmet and funnel, revealing his red sweaty face… and cum smeared mouth. Snickering at the sight, the girls sharply turned their heads as Ms. Fortune summoned them over with an authoritative snap of her fingers.

“Mia. You and the girls attend to Ladies needs now.”

Mia blushed prettily and nodded her head, her short red hair beautiful in the way the light caught it.

“Yes, Ma’am. At once.”

The pretty cockteasers who had been so masterful in the way they had dealt with those rigid penises now walked to one of the older women seated comfortably for the show. Each girl then knelt down before them. Only Emily was left unattended and could only watch as each woman smiled smugly and raised her skirts before lowering them again over the heads of the young girls. With a tingle in the crotch of her panties, she realized the girls were eating their pussies beneath their conservative skirts. She glanced to her right and left and saw the round pantied bottoms of the girls as they wiggled contentedly and the skirts bobbed over their heads. Ms. Fortune gave a luxurious moan and then a sharp gasp.

“Ohh… she’s found my clit with her tongue.”

She reached down and delivered a harsh smack to Mia’s panty covered ass.

“Harder you little bitch. Harder. Yesss.”

Emily fanned herself from all of the female heat she was experiencing. It was all so very wild and naughty to her. Ms. Fortune looked over to her with a dreamy smile on her red lips.

“These women… are patrons of the arts. They come to see dirty things like your boy and what I make him do. They like very much. They pay money… oh god… my clit you little bitch… oh… oh…. Uh… and so they come and watch and I let them see what he do for me. Is good for him. Keeps him humble.”

Emily watched the way the little cockteaser was moving her head under Ms. Fortune’s dress as she reflected on the explanation. My god, she thought. This is all so wicked. But she could not dismiss the importance of, if not breaking her son from his filthy ways, at least keeping him absolutely humble to the point of easy handling. 

Moments later his masturbatrix entered. She couldn’t have been a day over eighteen years old. She stood only 5'2” and was wearing a white T-shirt with the word “cockteaser” written in bold feminine pink cursive. She came out and slipped off her little black mary janes, then shyly removed her plaid skirt. Her sweet little pink panties were visible under the hem of her T-shirt and had little flowers all over them. Her feet were in white ribbed cotton knee socks and she had her short blond hair in adorable pigtails tied with pink ribbons. She was chewing bubble gum and grinning from ear to ear now. Despite her girlish appearance, Thomas noticed there was something hard about her. As if he could easily see her with a cigarette dangling out of her lipsticked mouth as she used words like ‘cock’ and ‘jerkoff’ to describe the male sex-act. She stood next to the bound young man for a moment with her socked feet together almost shyly turning one ankle and looking out at her audience from under her blond bangs.

“Hi everyone. I’m Kelly. If its okay, I’m going to… you know… do it to him now.” She giggled as she finished and lowered her eyes. Her cheeks blushed prettily at her own words.

Ms. Fortune raised her head and responded.

“Is good Kelly. Begin now. Milk him good… his Mama is watching.”

Kelly grinned and smiled at his mom. She gave a little wave at her before she turned to face the male called Funnel and leaned up on tiptoe to whisper something in his ear. The posture caused her little T-shirt to ride up high, and Emily noticed it exposed all of her cute, pantied rear end. Her ass was round and a bit chubby in contrast to her small-boned appearance. She is a born cockteaser, thought the older woman. At such distance, Emily couldn’t hear what she had whispered to her son, but all the women could hear his tortured groan in response. Kelly giggled harder and covered her mouth in a gesture of modesty. Then, she reached down and gingerly cupped his full scrotum in her tiny hand.

“Oh my.” She said in low tones. “Such big balls. Big balls full of cum.” Then she squeezed them gently and released them with another giggle.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty. Shame on you. Shame, shame, shame.” She wagged one finger at him while scolding; even as her other hand gently recaptured his sac and squeezed his swollen nuts.

She slowly strode around to stand at his rear and leaned over to tickle his balls with one of her pigtails. As he felt the girl’s baby-soft hair prickling his bare sac he gave a mighty groan of sexual agony. The ladies in the audience broke into hushed whispers of approval at his treatment. Kelly was having fun. She reached further between his spread legs to take his rigid cock in her fingers and pull it sharply downward. Then, she wrapped the blond hair of her adorable pigtail around and around his shaft up to the swollen head. Slowly she worked her fist up and down his hair-encased boner… teasing him with the wicked new sensation. On his tiptoes he tried to hump his ass slightly, mimicking fucking.

Emily was riveted by the sight. She was caught in some dark, erotic place between maternal outrage and thick heady lust. Her nipples were stone hard and were completely visible despite her puritanical undergarments and dress. Isabella noticed them though, and leaned over to her to whisper softly in her ear.

“Do you see how hard his penis is, Emily? Like bone. Kelly will make it spit. She is good… you see.”

Emily never took her eyes away. She watched as the young girl played with her son’s penis in a familiar way, without any reservations that this was her privilege and his sentence to be carried out.

Kelly was whispering to him again. Her little hands were gently slapping his stiff cock back and forth between his legs as he made little whimpering sounds… as much from her words as her actions.

“I’m going to make you squirt your nasty stuff in front of Your mom and all of those ladies who are watching you, you dirty, dirty boy.”

He hissed through clenched teeth as she suddenly pinched his fat dickhead between two fingers and tickled the underside of his shaft with pink fingernails. She traced her nails up and down the bloated surface under his penis where the concentration of nerves and vessels were hot to the touch. His cock would have been leaking precum already if not for her tight grip on his mushroom head. The cheeks of his bare bottom were tensing and releasing in full view of the women who watched his obscene display with wide eyes and reverent silence. The girls between their legs licked and sucked their pussies oblivious to anything but pleasing their Mistresses.

Kelly then pulled his very stiff boner back through his legs from behind so all the women had an unobstructed view and began to lightly pull on it as if she were milking a cow. The unnatural angle she had forced his cock into caused him to wince even as he enjoyed the masturbation that formed a wicked counterpoint to his suffering. The taught skin of his boner was drum tight, every nerve was alive and her little hand was so lovely on him. It was strong and firm as it beat him up and down in long deliberate strokes. She did it to him for quite some time… cooing and teasing him all the while with her dirty baby-talk.

“Your mommy can see how hard your penis is. It sure is a big one… your pee-pee I mean.” She giggled.

“I’ll bet if she were closer she could see how full your balls are too. Full of all of that nasty, dirty boy-cream. If she held them, I’ll even bet she would be grossed out by how full they are.”

Funnel gasped at the thought and was grateful that he had his back to her and the rest of his female audience. His embarrassment was as mammoth as the teased sex organ in her pumping fist. For the first time, he noticed several of the other women under Isabella’s employ were peeking at him through the doorway that led to the other room. He could clearly make out Tiffany and Elise… two girls who often prickteased him before putting him to bed in his dog cage. Laughing as they fed him their dirty stockinged feet and probed his anus with their greased fingers and then diapering him for a night of celibacy in his shameful prison. They were staring wide-eyed at Kelly’s expert handling of his penis, with big grins on their pretty faces. When Elise caught his eye, she slowly raised her little green skirt and loosely stroked her closed fist in front of her white panties as if she were mimicking a boy jacking off. He shuddered at the way she mocked him and robbed him of any dignity.

Suddenly, Kelly’s lovely hand slowed to a torturous stop. She turned to face the Women again.

“Um, would it be okay to have some help? I mean… I want to stick something up his bottom and if someone could help me spread his cheeks?”

Isabella stared hard at the stiff nipples that were angrily pushing at Emily’s blouse. She leaned into her again and whispered close to her ear.

“Oh Emily… Your nipples. So hard, dear. Go on. Help Kelly with your dirty boy. She needs help. You help her. Go on. We are all so busy and you are free to help.”

Emily, as if in a trance slowly rose to her feet. She was intoxicated by the sight of her naked son and what his masturbatrix’ fist had done to his penis. She walked closer to the harness he hung from and reached out with shaking hands to take his bare bottom in her gloved hands. She squeezed them for a moment in an unconscious gesture of female lust… before spreading them wide open to expose his private opening.

“Thanks a lot!” Kelly chirped. “That’s perfect.”

The cute pigtailed girl then retrieved a sizeable buttplug from a nearby table and brought it over to his face. She inserted it into his mouth and told him to suck on it like a pacifier. Then, she leaned up to whisper into his ear.

“You know… that’s your mom who’s holding your butt open. And everyone can see your asshole. I’m going to have her put that plug right up your butt. Do you think she’ll do that for me?”

With his mouth occupied by the cruel buttplug he could only moan. He looked over at Tiffany and Elise again and saw they were making faces at him and stifling laughter. His mother’s hands were on his bare ass and his heavy ball sac was hanging below… inches from her gloved fingers. He shuddered and it caught his mother’s attention.

“Is he okay? Why is he shaking like that?”

Kelly came around to where Emily was standing, holding his ass open.

“Oh… I think he’s just very excited by your touch. I think he likes the way your gloves feel on his bottom. I even think you made his cock harder.”

Emily was already blushing but she flinched by her use of the word ‘cock’. To her, it seemed somehow especially dirty being issued out of the sweet face of the cute little Kelly… and she said it so casually! She glanced down between her son’s legs and saw no sign of his penis. Kelly reached down and with a single finger pushed the hard erection downward and back to show his mother.

“See?”

“Yes… yes, I see.”

“Do you see how hard it’s gotten just from having you touch his ass?”

“Yes. His penis…um…his cock… its very hard.”

“You know… you can touch it if you want. I mean your wearing gloves and all, so it wouldn’t be that bad. Why don’t you touch it? Touch his cock.”

Emily stared at the big head and the shaft. It was throbbing against the girl’s finger, but it was no match as it tried to rear up into a normal position. Kelly had mastered her son’s stiff erection with a single finger. Taking one of her hands from his ass, Emily reached down as if in slow motion to wrap her gloved fingers around the bulging shaft and gave it a long, very hard squeeze. It brought a gasp from her son. She squeezed harder. His cock didn’t give a centimeter. It was like iron in her fist and she soon found herself slowly sliding her gloved hand up and down the length. Her grip remained solid as she did it. She rested her other hand on her hip and found herself milking the big cock in a vice-like grip using agonizingly slow strokes. Kelly craftily stole around to Funnel’s front and whispered in his ear again.

“You know what? That’s your mom who’s stroking your cock.”

His face red with embarrassment, he stared straight ahead, afraid to look over to Tiffany and Elise and see their reactions to his mother masturbating him. Kelly was continuing her teasing talk in his ear.

“She’s wearing such pretty stockings. I can just see them below her dress when she moves. I bet her feet are hot in those high-heeled little boots she has on. The stockings would be sticking to her feet… all soft and silky in there.”

Just then, Kelly stumbled upon a wicked idea. Taking the plug from his mouth she sauntered around to his bottom again.

“Emily, do you mind pulling one of his asscheeks apart so I can see his asshole? I want to push this up inside it.”

Never stopping her almost punitive stroking, the older woman reached out to pull sharply at her son’s bare ass. The tiny opening was clenching and opening as if hungry. Kelly hacked a loogie onto the round rubber surface and began forcing the plug up his asshole. When he tried to escape the buggery on tiptoe, his mother abandoned his penis to deliver a series of sharp spanks to his cheeks. He relented and the plug slid home. Then, Kelly revealed her idea to his mother.

The two lowered Funnel to a kneeling position and quickly tethered him to the spot via several chains shackled to the floor. His legs were spread very wide and Kelly got a small wooden stool to place on the floor right below his raised rear end. His cock and balls hung just over the wooden seat and his plugged ass was quite visible as well. The crowning touch was a long mirror, which was placed directly in front of him.

He stared at his mother’s reflection as she began to undo the intricate buttons and laces that sealed her boot to her foot. When it was undone, she carefully removed it with a sexy hissing sound to reveal her dark stocking with its reinforced heel and toe. Kelly once again forced his very rigid penis backward to lie on the surface of the stool with the underside completely exposed and his balls resting on the base. His mother paused to wiggle her toes with a wicked flourish before setting the damp silk down on just the head of his cock, pinning it to the seat. He groaned and stared at the arrogant look on her face… his mother looked beautiful to him at that moment. Risking his small bit of dignity, he cast a wary glance over toward the doorway and saw both Tiffany and Elise were watching with rapt attention. They were no longer smiling but he saw both girls had their hands busy in their little panties as they watched his mother working him over.

The soft silky stocking was rubbing against his sensitive boner as she wiggled her toes and kneaded it with her skillful foot. She began the slow journey down toward his balls, dragging the silk fabric along the drum-tight surface of his penis, enjoying the heat that warmed her through her stocking. She patted the exposed underside of his shaft with her stockinged foot and chuckled deeply in her throat at the sight of her son’s asshole sucking greedily at his butt plug. Kelly softly encouraged her as she stared with wide eyes at his cock-torture.

“Oh my god, you’re doing it so slow! Emily your going to make him squirt all over your pretty stocking. He’s going to cum buckets from that.”

She moved closer to the woman’s foot to see the damage it was doing to him. She could see his penis flexing angrily under the teasing fabric as it rubbed and petted his big boner.

As she did it to him and Kelly stared, she began to speak to her son for the first time in weeks.

“Is this what you like, Thomas? Hmm? Do you like to feel a Lady’s stocking foot rubbing your cock for you? Rubbing it up and down and up and down until you make one of your disgusting messes? Until you squirt you jizz all over her fine hosiery?”

He just groaned loudly like the male cow that he was, as his mother continued her verbal assault.

“Do you like that? Such a big boner you have for my stockings. Perhaps you can jack off on my stockings when we get home. Give me a little show each night. Or perhaps, I can just do this.”

The damp silky foot was just under his balls, flipping them up with little pumps of her toes. He stared up at her face unable to take his eyes away. He was whimpering with the desperate need that made his sac feel so full. His mother saw him looking at her and she looked right back at his reflection, pursing her lips in mock sympathy as she rubbed her foot clad in its hosiery the length of him. The large toe reinforcement had a ridged quality that kept catching on the rim of his cockhead as she pulled her foot forward. Then she would drag the fabric back up until her toes rested under his balls, her reinforced heel resting heavily on his throbbing dickhead.

“Aww, you poor poor baby.” She said mockingly. She was full of false sympathies as she goaded his awful erection toward a numbing ejaculation.

She mashed at his swollen cockhead with her reinforced stockinged toes as if she was stubbing out a cigarette on the pavement. The itchy fabric there teased at the sensitive underside of his dick right at the concentration of nerves that were calculated to produce ejaculation. She twisted her toes in a tight circular motion, putting her full weight into it as he bit his lip and perspiration made his bare skin shine.

“Does Mommy’s little man need to make a mess? Hmm? Is that what this is all about? Go on… the ladies would like to see you squirt on Mommy’s stockings. Don’t disappoint them. Make a big mess for me and Ms. Kelly, Thomas. Squirt for me. Do it on my stockings. I don’t want to see a drop go anywhere other than my stockings.”




Funnel: Conclusion



The slick fabric of her hosiery and the words she was using was having the desired effect. His anus suckled frantically at the buttplug. His stiff, rock-hard penis was quivering under all of that silk and hot foot perspiration. He was bucking his hips slightly like a bitch mare in heat. Stopping her movements on his cock, she paused to decide on the way she would make him ejaculate. The long pause made him wiggle and squirm hoping for more maternal contact despite its cruel and humiliating nature. Then, his mother’s soft foot pushed fully down letting him feel the complicated weave that ran the entire length of her stocking before raising it up again. She used this peddle-pumping motion as if she were trying to start a car. No further encouragement was offered other than the wicked force of her stockinged foot pumping up and down. It was a wicked, teasing sensation and a cruel way for a mother to treat a son’s penis.

With their eyes locked on one another, and her arrogant expression filling his whole world, he came, calling her name.

“ohhh god, mommmm…!”

The first squirt was an ugly white smear that coated the bottom of her brown stockinged foot. She smiled in smug satisfaction.

He grunted as his mother’s foot came back down, temporarily damming his flow, then released. Another huge spurt poured out of his cock to land in thick clumps on the floor directly in front of the stool. Kelly began to scold him.

“Oh, you bad, bad boy! Shame on you!” She gave his rump a spank that made his balls jiggle from the impact.

His mother continued her cruel pumping, up and down, letting him release just a little bit of his sperm at each interval. The excersise prolonged his ejaculation into a long drawn out affair that provided a rich spectacle indeed to the women who watched it, as girl-tongues busily lapped their clits. They too were cumming just then. Her son’s ejaculation on her stockinged foot went on for minutes. At its conclusion, she withdrew her foot slowly and held it up to examine the stocking. The brown sole was covered in thick semen and wads of it dripped to the floor. She spread her toes in the hosiery and saw her son’s sperm hung in big slimy webs in between. Then, with an air of smug satisfaction, she slid her spunk covered silk foot back into the high-heeled boot and laced it back up tight.

Isabella came forward with Audrey and the three women hugged.

“Oh, Emily… so perfect. You do that to him now. Do that all the time… with your stockings.”

Emily smiled like the cat that ate the canary.

“Oh, I think I can keep my son busy for quite some time… now that I know what he needs to keep him in line.”

Audrey smiled at Emily and offered her services.

"You know, I would be more than happy to put him to use from time to time. I have lots of hosiery that could use a good sperm bath."

His mother chuckled. Deep in the confines of her sexy little boot, she was wiggling her toes in her semen soaked stockings. It felt positively wonderful.

The three women glanced back toward her poor excuse for a son and watched as Kelly idly pinched at his sack and examined his peehole to see if there was anything left in him. She was scolding him while he did it.

"I cannot believe you would squirt your gross cum all over your mom's stockings like that. My god, you are sooo nasty."

Kelly began spanking his bare bottom, reddening it with open-handed swats.

Emily continued. “And if he has been especially naughty, I can always have Kelly come baby-sit.”

They all had a good laugh at that.

---THE END



Funny as a Heart Attack



Fun like a Heart Attack

++++++++++Opening Lines ++++++++++

It was early April, 2013.

My name is Courtney Helm. Everybody just calls me Court, and I hadn't been feeling well for quite a while. I've been feeling tired; just really rundown. I'd been having dizzy spells and suffering from intermittent bouts of nausea. Lately I've felt a tingling sensation in my hands, and I've been feeling numbness in my left arm. I feel weak all the time, and I've had headaches that just wouldn't go away.

I felt especially bad this morning so when I got to work I called my family doctor and set up an appointment for that afternoon. I thought I had it figured out. At home I've been working outside; clearing out the scrub and weeds at the south end of the lawn. Being so tired I hadn't done much, but I've heard how ticks were active all year long. In fact I'd pulled a tick off my arm just a few days earlier. It was early spring, and I'd been in the grass so who was to say, maybe I'd contracted Lyme disease?

The doctor's secretary was his younger daughter, a pretty girl still in college. She set something up for me that afternoon. I looked around my office; it was just a little after 9:00 a.m. We'd been in since 7:00 working out the final details of a serious problem. 

I work for the FBI. No I'm not what the movie people inappropriately call a 'field agent'. I don't do anything fancy or particularly dangerous. Tedious is a better word for what I do. I work inside. I work with all that disaggregated information our technicians keep pulling in through the billions of telephone messages that Americans send out and receive. It's a boring mind numbing job and I'm not going into detail about it, but every so often we come across something that could look troublesome. 

Yesterday afternoon we'd thought we'd found something. I'd worked with my team late into the evening, then went home around 11:00 p.m.; I crashed, but was up and out again at 4:00 a.m. and back in the office by 6:00. Several of my colleagues had worked through the night. By 9:00 a.m. we realized there wasn't anything there. Brother, were we glad; exhausted but glad. 

I thought at last I had a chance to take a break. I had nothing to do until the doctor's visit at 4:00 p.m. so I thought I'd go home, take another hot shower and jump back into bed for a while. I left our office, found my car, and hit the highway. I'd be home within an hour.

Me, my wife, and our three girls all live in an older development that was constructed in the mid 1950's. The houses are all well-built tri-levels. We have two and a half baths, four bedrooms, a small library, a living room, a dining room, a play room, a junk room in the cellar, and a spacious kitchen. I keep all my lawn supplies in a shed in the backyard.

I expected the house would be empty. The girls would all be in school. Amy, our oldest is a senior in high school, Melanie's a sophomore, and our littlest, Vonda, is a middle schooler in the eighth grade. My wife, though she doesn't work, spends most of her time at the country club. I call it a country club, but believe me it's not one of those rich people things. I mean anybody can join; it's a pretty eclectic group; we've got lawyers, doctors, and dentists, but there are truck drivers, plumbers, electricians, a mason, and even a few school teachers. 

My wife is Nancy, Nancy Helm. She's something of a social butterfly. I like that. I expected she'd be at the club helping to get things ready for the weekend 'spring dance'. My wife; she's a real kitten. She's all of 5'2", and maybe 100lbs. sopping wet. She's a skinny little thing, mousy brown hair, green eyes, smallish breasts, freckles. She's the apple of my eye. 



++++++++++ Courtship and marriage ++++++++++



It's kind of funny how my wife and I met. I was finishing up law school and was dating a woman named Ava. Ava was, and is, the classic beauty; the kind of woman seen in television commercials. She's just under 5'6", light brown actually sandy hair, hazel eyes, and a body other women pay money for. We'd been dating for over a year, and things had been kind of cooling down. I guess we'd more or less evolved from a hot item to just friends with benefits.

My parents were having a barbeque, and Ava, as was customary, was invited. Well she brought along a friend. They walked around the side of my parent's house; Ava in front and this little pipsqueak right behind. Well I adored Ava, but one look at this tiny little ragamuffin tagalong and I was through. I mean what a squirt! Dark brown hair, skinny arms and legs; she was wearing some kind of romper thing with shoulder straps and like these billowing pantalets. Not very pretty I guess, no tits, but she had these magnificent, I mean humongous big green eyes with lashes that must have been six inches long. 

She was standing, no kind of hiding behind Ava. She saw me and squirreled further around behind Ava, but not before slamming me with a half dozen blinks. I mean it; I was stunned.

I didn't wait. I'm not the kind of guy to sit back and watch some other cracker get the cheese, and my younger brother Frank was there, and he was always on the prowl so I knew I had to move fast. Fact was I knew Frank sort of had his eye out for Ava. Frank had always been like that; if I had something he wanted it. 

I went right after the minnow hiding behind Ava. I sort of swaggered over to Ava and asked, "Who's the mouse hiding back there?"

Ava sidestepped the mouse and said, "This is Nancy McCormley. She's an old friend of mine. You don't mind that I brought her along?"

I'd been drinking a beer. I belched and replied, "No, not at all," then I went after her. I bypassed Ava and reached out for her. The squirrel backed away so I followed. 

Next thing I knew I had her backed up against my parent's wooden picket fence. I asked her, "What're you scared of?"

She was pressed back against the fence. Those tiny little knobs she called tits were sticking out like two miniscule little mole hills. She didn't have a bra on, didn't need one; her nipples were pressed tightly against the soft material of her outfit. I mean she wasn't some wanton. I could see some kind of camisole or half-slip under the romper. I could see the veins pulsating all along her long swan's neck. I couldn't decide if she was the homeliest girl I'd ever seen or the most adorable. She flipped her hair back and somewhat overdramatically squeaked at me, "I'm not scared."

I leaned into her and said, "Oh yes you are. You're scared to death of me."

She tried to turn and peel away, but I caught her. I grabbed her by her right wrist. I was careful not to hurt her. I pulled her close and said, "Come on. I want to introduce you to my family."

She just stared at me. I thought she was going to cry so I laughed and told her, "Don't be scared of me. I just made you my girlfriend."

She tried to pull away. The threatened tears were gone. She squared her shoulders and asked, "Just who do you think you are?"

I gave her my best 'All American Boy' smile, "I'm Courtney Helm, top tier law student at 'State University', and if you play your cards right I just might be the man you'll marry."

I didn't wait for an answer. It was an old line, and I'd used it a hundred times. I pulled her by her wrist over to meet my family. I introduced her to my mom, and dad, and my brother Frank. My dad just sort of stood there uncomfortably. He was never one for open displays of emotion. 

My mom looked at me and then at my new toy and beamed. She held out her hand, smiled, and said, "So you're the one." I mean my mom was prescient that way.

Little Nancy didn't know what to say so I filled in the space, "Yeah mom, I think we found her."

Frank looked at me; he discreetly nodded toward Ava and murmured, "Back on the market?"

I grinned and told him, "Yep."

Well that was how the barbeque and my love affair with Nancy McCormley got started. I kept her with me all afternoon. Every now and then at first she tried to pull away, but after a while she got it. She was with me and that was that.

It was kind of silly actually. There must have been thirty, maybe forty, people at the barbeque. A lot of them were kids, or people, my age, some of them were people, girls, I'd dated. I saw a few raised eyebrows. No, I guess Nancy wasn't exactly the type people expected me to be with. I was more the statuesque long limbed big breasted type; Nancy sure wasn't any of those things.

As the afternoon wore on Nancy got more comfortable. She had this chirpy, kind of quirky, little voice, a sparrow's voice, and she sort of pranced and danced about like a little bird. I mean she was just as cute as she could be; just as adorable and scrumptious as they came. 

Sometime late in the afternoon I started calling her my little sparrow, my little birdie. By the end of the day that had become her name, 'Birdie'. 

We dated steadily from then on. I thought for sure I'd get in her pants before very long. I was a gifted womanizer, and I figured I'd have Nancy drooling over my penis within a month. It never happened. God she was little; she would have been easy to just overpower and lay out, but sometimes what a person can do and what a person actually does don't match.

Nancy fell for me. I knew that. She fell for me like a ton of bricks; the problem was I fell for her even harder. We dated for several months. There wasn't anything I wouldn't and didn't do for her, but no matter what; the closest I got to the insides of her thighs was an occasional soft rub, a rub that was always, I mean always, greeted with a slap. 

Finally, after about seven months we had it out. I got her in the car, pulled her on my lap and laid her out. I said, "Look Nancy, we've been dating for more than half a year. You know I love you. You know I want to marry you, so what's the problem?"

She glared at me and answered, "Court I love you too. I've never loved anybody like I love you. Heck Court I never even hardly dated anybody before I met you, but Court a girl only has one cherry. I believe you when you say you want to marry me, but like they say, 'if you want the milk, you're going to have to pay for it'."

That really pissed me off. I was Courtney Helm. Girls never said no to me. I always got what I wanted. I started the car, my Firebird, slipped it in gear and peeled out. We drove straight to the nicest jewelry shop in the area. It was in a mall. I pulled in, got out, helped her out of her side, and half carried half dragged her inside the mall to the jewelry shop. I walked her straight to where the diamond solitaires were and said, "Choose the one you want."

She looked up at me, tears in her big beautiful green eyes and said, "No, not like this. Take me home. You pick one and then ask me properly."

Well she had me. I took her home, dropped her off, went back to the mall, selected a one Karat diamond, went back, got her back out of her apartment, and drove her to her parents. I walked her to her parent's door. I rang the bell. Her mom answered. I walked her in. We went straight to her parent's living room. I pushed her down on her parent's sofa, got out the ring, got on one knee and asked, "Nancy Allyson McCormley. Will you marry me?"

She smiled, held out her hand and said, "You put it on."

I did, and that was that. Four months later I married her. I married the titless wonder. I was a Methodist, she was a Catholic; we ended up having a big Catholic wedding. We spent four days at the beach. I had to get back to my classes. Tenth months later Amy, our oldest, showed up, and it's been an unbelievable ride ever since.



++++++++++ Back to the here and now ++++++++++

I got to the neighborhood and pulled into our cul-de-sac. My wife's car was still in our driveway, and parked right behind it was my brother's car. 

My brother is three years younger than I am, and, like me, he's a lawyer but he's working his way to a partnership in one of the smaller, but prestigious, law offices in our area. My 'little brother' is 6'4'. He's got dark brown hair and brown eyes. He's also the muscle man of the family. He makes two of me; a real giant, a physical specimen. He's a real extrovert, and one of the most charismatic men I'd ever known. He's a criminal lawyer. In court they say he's merciless; I hear he always gets his clients off. At home with the family he's the total opposite; at home he's a real family man, loyal to a fault, I mean the best. 

Our neighborhood is on the fringe of one of the large satellite cities that girdle the old central city. There are dozens of small offices like where my brother works. They're mostly situated in older homes that have been purchased and renovated as offices. The place where my brother works isn't more than a quarter mile from our home so it's not unusual for him to stop by on his way to or from his office or the courthouse. 

I guessed, since he and his wife belonged to the same club, he was there maybe to get or give tips on how to pull the dance together. My brother and his wife have two kids; a short little fellow named Sammy who is in middle school, and a younger blonde girl named Angela. Angela's in the first grade. She's a real pixie.

I parked on the street and got out of my car. I had to stop a moment. I leaned on my car to catch my breath. I really didn't feel well. I got myself together and lumbered up the sidewalk. I say lumbered; that doesn't mean I'm fat. I'm not tall, maybe 6'1", but I'm certainly not fat. I weigh about 165lbs. I'm a jogger and a swimmer. The main reason, heck the only reason I agreed to join the club was because it had a great swimming pool they kept open year round. I mean I don't do golf or paddle ball; I just like to run and swim. That's not completely true; I played lacrosse in high school and in college. 

I got to the front door and had to stop again. I rested a second and tried the door. It was locked so I got out my key, fumbled around a little, unlocked the rascal, and went on in. I expected to see my brother and my wife in the kitchen, but they weren't there. I didn't care. I felt so bad I knew I needed to rest. I stumbled to the short set of steps that led upstairs. I climbed them and started down the short hallway to our master bedroom. I needed some rest. I checked my watch; it was 11:15 a.m. 

I opened the bedroom door. I saw the curtains were drawn. The room was only dimly lit. I started for the bed. I saw movement. Someone was already in bed under the blankets and sheets. I think I must have stumbled or something because just then two heads peered up at me. My brother and my wife were in my bed – they were there together!

I was overwhelmed. I know I must have sighed. I remember half saying, maybe half whispering, "Oh no." 

Then everything went dark - black. I felt so dizzy. I must have passed out.



++++++++++ First Call ++++++++++

The next thing that happened was that I reawakened. I heard the unmistakable blips and bleeps of hospital machinery. The lights were so bright they hurt my eyes. I knew I was in a hospital. I felt cold. I could feel I was wrapped in one or two of those nearly worthless strips of cotton hospitals call blankets. Well, at least I wasn't dead. I passed out again. 



++++++++++ Reality Check ++++++++++

When I reawakened I saw a nurse leaning over me. She was measuring something or checking something. I had no idea what it was. She smiled at me. She whispered, "We nearly lost you. If your wife hadn't found you and acted quickly you wouldn't be here."

I asked the nurse, "Where am I? What happened?"

She kept smiling. She was really pretty. She answered, "You're at County General in our surgical step down unit. You had a heart attack; a pretty bad one. You're lucky. Thanks to your wife the paramedics got to you in time. They kept you going until they got you got here. For a while I bet you had half the surgical staff working on you. I bet half the county's outside worrying about you. I'll tell them you've awakened, but I want you to go back to sleep for now. If it's all right I'll let your wife in for just a moment."

I felt really groggy. The nurse must have given me something. I told her, "No don't. I don't want to see anybody right now."

She kept smiling but her look had some concern to it as well, "Not even a second for your wife?"

I was almost gone, "No, not now..."



++++++++++ Back among the Living ++++++++++

I wakened again, for a third time. There was a man; I presumed a doctor standing nearby. He was talking to my wife. Another, a different nurse was standing close to me. She looked over at the man and my wife and said, "Doctor. He's waking up."

The doctor, I knew it was a doctor thanks to the nurse's comment, came over and looked at me. He gave me one of those perfunctory smiles doctors are good at. Then he said, "Welcome back." 

My wife was standing right behind him. She had one of those 'oh I've been so worried' looks about her. I glanced from her to the doctor, "What happened?"

He answered, "It looks like you went home early. You had a heart attack. Your wife found you on the floor and called 911. When the paramedics arrived you were clinically dead, but they managed to revive you. If your wife hadn't come home when she did and had the prescience to call 911 you'd be dead now. Your wife saved your life."

I looked at my wife again; then back at the doctor, "I had surgery?"

He replied, "You had a quadruple bi-pass. It was touch and go for a while, but we got you out."

I asked, "You were the doctor?"

"Yes, me and several others."

"What day is it?"

"It's Friday. You've been here since Tuesday." 

I looked over at my wife. I was still pretty much out of it, but I remembered what I saw. I gave her one of my 'office smiles' and murmured in her general direction, "Thanks." Then I asked, "Where are my girls?"

My wife came over. She put her hand on my forearm. I didn't move away or flinch back, but I didn't go out of my way to show her any affection. Only three people knew the truth, and I knew I was just too damn weak to deal with anything. I said, "I want to see my girls."

I could see my wife was on the verge of tears, and I didn't know exactly why. I wondered was she tearfully happy about my survival? Was she tearful that I hadn't gone ahead and died and removed myself from her life? Or was she near tears because she was afraid I was about to tell everyone the truth? 

She whispered, "I'll go get them."

I lay quietly and waited for my girls. Gosh, it was cold. I tried to move a little and could feel the tightness in my chest where they'd opened me up. I guessed I'd gotten the zipper. From friends I knew that would hurt like a bitch. I also knew my legs would hurt too; that's where they got the veins. The doctor was gone, but the nurse was right beside me.

My wife led my three girls in the room. I smiled. What a relief! My girls! I looked at my wife, "You can leave. I want to be with my babies."

Amy, my oldest, looked at me, "Daddy, that's mom. She found you. She saved your life."

I put my hand out to her, "I know, but it's you three I want to see." I watched as my wife retreated from the room. She was really crying now. Well good for her I thought.

I looked from Amy to Melanie to Vonda. I smiled and whispered, "My girls. You guys all right?"

Vonda got as close as the nurse would allow, "Oh Daddy."

Melanie looked angry. She was her mother's daughter. 

Amy held my hand, "Daddy we were so scared. We thought we lost you..." She stopped talking. She started sniffling. 

I replied, "Close call I guess."

Amy erupted in tears, "Daddy!"

I looked at them. All three were crying. Even Melanie's thin shield had cracked. I did my best to hold up my arms, "Kisses."

My girls all leaned forward and kissed me. I wanted to cry then. In fact I did. I gave them a feeble wave. "OK, out." I held Amy back, "Is my brother. Is my brother Frank outside."




Funny as a Heart Attack



Amy nodded.

I whispered, "I'd like to see him."

Amy asked, "What about Mom?'

I replied, "No not now, just Frank."

Amy kissed me again, "OK Daddy." She stepped back and walked to the door. I heard some talking. I heard my wife's high pitch squeak, and I knew she was crying or complaining. I thought 'Birdie', oh 'Birdie'. Then my brother walked in.

I looked at Frank, my loyal, reliable, dependable younger brother. I smiled, "Thanks bro..."

Frank walked toward me. He looked scared, "Court..."

I cut him off. I'd gotten my message across. I told him, "Just get out. Are mom and dad out there?"

He nodded.

I said, "I'd like to see them."

Frank looked at me, "Court I..."

I waved with my right hand, "Just get out OK? Send in mom and dad."

The nurse had been watching everything. She had a confused look on her face. I thought, well good for her too. My mom and dad came in. Dad looked pensive. Mom was tearful.

I asked, "You two OK?"

Dad stood at the foot of the bed and acted like he didn't want to be around. I couldn't blame him. I never ever saw that man cry, not once, not ever. Always stern, always demanding, for him emotions were a sign of weakness. Mom was different. She was beside me. She had her hand on my cheek, "Court. Oh Court..."

I took her hand as best I could, "Look I'm OK. Things are good. Don't worry. Now I want you two to go home. I'll call you when I get out of here," I looked at my Dad, "Dad. You take care of my mom."

He nodded.

My mom asked, "You want me to send Nancy back in?"

I looked at her, no smile, no frown, nothing, "No."

She looked askance, "No?"

I firmly replied, "No."

My mom and dad left the room. The door was slightly ajar, and I heard my mom say something to my wife. I heard my wife start to whimper.

The nurse walked over and closed the door. She stepped back toward me. I could see the confusion on her face. She said, "You need to get some rest now."

I nodded in her direction, and a few moments later I was out again.



++++++++++ Homecoming ++++++++++

The FBI has a liberal leave policy about things like what happened to me, and I had a ton of leave and vacation time accumulated so it was no problem getting off. My colleagues all managed to find time to get to the hospital and see me. They told me not to worry and that they could carry on quite nicely without me. That really cheered me up; nothing like being told I was like a finger in a glass of water.

When I got home I told everyone I intended to spend the first few days in Vonda's room. Hers was the smallest of the three girl's rooms. We put Vonda in with Melanie. Amy had the biggest room, and even though I loved all my girls equally and desperately, I always enjoyed aggravating Melanie. She was the most temperamental of the girls, and like her mom the most easy to irritate. 

Nancy wanted me to sleep with her in our bedroom but that wasn't going to happen. She knew the real reason why, but I wasn't letting that out until I was ready. I explained to the girls that their mom was a restless sleeper and I was afraid she might accidentally slam or slap into me while I was asleep. The truth was I was the restless sleeper. All Nancy ever liked to do was spoon. Believe me; there wouldn't be any of that, not for a long time, maybe not ever again. 

Up until the day I got home from the hospital I'd been kept pretty well doped up. I knew I had a problem, a very serious problem, but so far the thing hadn't really sunk in. Now that I was home I knew I had to face some cold hard facts. First my brother, my own brother, had made a fool of me, and second, my wife had gone right along with it. Third, was this an aberration, some one-time thing, or were Nancy and Frank planning some kid of getaway? Fourth, what about my girls, and last, did I even care. I mean who knew what? Did the kids know? Did my mom and dad? 

As those first days at home slipped by I kept wavering. The thought of what I saw sent shivers up and down my spine. I kept swinging from anger to tears. I wanted to kill a couple people, but all I did was cry. Fortunately I was able to hide the tears. I felt so weak and helpless. My wife hovered around me day and night. I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. My guess was she was mostly wondering what I would do, but the only thing that kept running around through my head were the lines to an old Toby Keith song, 'I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then. I wish I could start this whole thing over again.' 

I knew I had to face my wife, I knew my brother was out there, but I knew I just wasn't ready not yet. After about a week I knew I had the mental tools, just not the physical aplomb. 

I'd decided to wait. It was a week after the spring dance when my wife finally got up the courage to face me. I'd stayed home from the dance. Hell I wasn't going anywhere like that just yet. I'd gotten some of the low down on my wife's and my brother's behavior at the dance. I thought I pretty much had things worked out.

Ava called me. She was worried. She told me she thought something was up; she just didn't know what. She told me at the dance Nancy and Frank avoided each other like the plague. She told me Frank spent all his time hiding in their garage. She told me even though he and Nancy avoided each other in front of others she knew Nancy and her husband were back and forth on the phone all the time. 

I told Ava not to worry. I told her I had things pretty much figured out and she needn't worry. I don't think I was much help, but it was the best I could do at the time.



++++++++++ A Little Sparring ++++++++++



Nancy approached me on a Sunday morning. I was in the kitchen. The kids had gone to mass, and Nancy had hung back to be with me. She asked, "Can we talk?"

I had her. I was following the Dick Cheney playbook; don't say anything, just wait and watch them sweat. I answered, "I don't want to talk to you yet. I need to talk to my ever loving brother Frank."

She looked really scared. She asked me, "Why? Why can't we get back where we belong? You know I love you. I..."

I cut her off, "Before I say anything or do anything about you I need to speak with Frank."

She started again, but I cut her off again, "Frank first, then maybe you." I could see the 'maybe' really got her. 

Nancy slumped a little; then she nodded, "I love you Court. I'm so sorry."

I smiled, "Sure you do. Sure you are. I need to speak with Frank."

Nancy left the kitchen crying.



++++++++++ Rattling my brother's chain ++++++++++

The very next morning, that next Monday morning Frank was in my kitchen when I got up. As I walked in he got up, "Court I..."

I had my FBI face on, "Frank I want you to do me a favor."

He slouched back into the chair he'd been sitting in. He looked like I'd just punched him in the nose. He knew me. He knew I was in my 'take no prisoners' mood. He replied, "Anything. You're my bro..."

I wasn't listening to any of his or my wife's silly bullshit just yet. I might never. I had things sort of worked out. I mean I was no fighter; I'd never been in the military; other than what the FBI taught me anyway. I mean I knew some Judo, but shit I'd just had heart surgery. However, I knew who I was, I knew the problems I faced, and I knew, or I thought I knew, what I needed to do. I sat in a chair across from my brother, "I need you to go to this clinic," I handed him a paper, "I need you to provide a blood sample. I'll need to have your DNA worked up. Frank looked like he just shit his pants. I felt good.

Frank's eyes were wide as saucers. He stumbled out, "No Court! No! That's not necessary. It was only..."

I cut him off, "You have a wife?" I watched him as he nodded.

I added, "You have two kids?" He nodded again.

I pushed the knife in a little deeper, "You love our mom and dad?" That really got him.

Frank was visibly shaking when he answered, "I'll go to the clinic, but Court, believe me, they're your girls. I nev..."

Jesus this was great. I felt good. I said, "It's all set then," I emitted a meaningful sigh, "And you better hope..."

Frank was beside himself, "No Court...I never...I mean...Court they're..."

I smiled, "You're excused now."

He fled the house.

++++++++++ The errant wife ++++++++++

I was still in the kitchen sipping an iced tea when about an hour later Nancy walked in on me. I was expecting her.

Nancy came in and sat down beside me. She reached out and held my two hands in hers. I let her. She started, "Court they're yours and you know it."

I expected my brother to call her, but I was still just a little pissed. I told her, "I thought I knew a lot of things. Now I don't know anything." I watched and I could see that thoroughly pissed her off.

Nancy shot back, "OK, we'll wait, but you'll see." She started crying and got up to leave the kitchen, but then she turned and looked back at me, "I love you Court. Don't you dare think you're going to leave me! If you leave me I'll kill myself! I swear it. I will. I really will!"

I started to say something but she cut me off!

Nancy was in rare form, "I will! I'll take one of your pistols. I'll use your Smith and Wesson. I'll put it in my mouth and I'll blow the back of my head off. I mean it Court. I will. I don't care. I really don't. If I can't have you, be with you, well then..."

God I wanted to jump up and grab her. Shit! I did! I grabbed her and hugged her as tight as I could without killing myself. I told her, "You'll do what I tell you to do! Understand?" 

She fell into my arms crying, "OK Court. I'll do whatever you say."

I told her, "Now get out of here. Clean yourself up. The girls will be home soon. I want to go out to eat tonight," In spite of everything her threat was like an elixir. This hadn't been some breakaway affair. My marriage would be what I wanted it to be.

Nancy backed away maybe a foot. She sniffled a couple times and tried to smile, "Maybe we could go to that new seafood place?"

I kept my game face on, but my words were soft, "Sounds good. Now go wash your face." I watched her as she scurried out of the kitchen. I guessed those were the first kind words I'd said to her since I'd gotten out of the hospital. I wasn't giving in an inch, but I'd been watching our girls. All three of them knew something was wrong. 

++++++++++ Getting things in line ++++++++++



I had to pull it together.

Before I'd caught my brother and my wife in bed Nancy and I had lived the dream. We had three perfect kids and what I thought was a perfect marriage. Nancy and I used to embarrass the girls the way we'd hug and kiss whenever we were out. That I supposed was the core problem for me. I mean what I'd seen in my bedroom had broken my heart, but that heartbreak would be like nothing if it got back to my girls. 

I had four girls; Nancy was just one of four. Amy, Melanie, Vonda; they thought their mother was perfect. They thought I was perfect. Oh they knew we weren't perfectly perfect; but they did believe our marriage and our relationship was about as good as it got. All three of them had friends who'd lived through divorces and now lived in broken homes. They talked about how their friends felt, about how they loved coming to our house, about how we had something, something a lot of kids thought they'd had but lost. Mother of God, as angry as I felt, I knew that was one bubble I could never deliberately burst.



++++++++++ The Restaurant ++++++++++



We all went out to Swanson's for dinner. Nancy always looked pretty, but I thought she looked especially nice at the restaurant that night. She'd slipped on a pretty V-necked button up white blouse; it was a tightly woven thing made up of a little silk and I guessed linen. She had her hair back in a single braid with a pretty white bow holding it in place in the back. She'd matched the blouse with a dark green mini-skirt. Boy that skirt brought out the color in her eyes. She didn't have much makeup on, but what she wore added a couple yards to the length of her eyelashes and made her lips looks like ripe cherries. 

I glanced around at my other girls and realized they were all dressed like their mom. I mean the blouses and the skirts weren't all the same color, but the braids and the makeup, I mean like wow! I swear all three of them looked like clones of their mom. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and though Melanie and Nancy always seemed to be at odds with each other I knew they were really like two peas in a pod. I looked around the table; no man could outwardly feel more fulfilled. 

I looked around the restaurant. I saw the looks the other patrons were surreptitiously giving us. That's when it hit me. I had this harem. These were my women, my girls. On closer look they were all wearing the same necklace. I'd bought them all identical necklaces with identical Celtic crosses at Christmas time. They'd all three worn the same jewelry; jewelry their dad had bought them! Nancy and I had a problem, a serious problem, but I knew my plan was going to work. It had to work. No matter what; these girls, all four of them, were the center of my life. No matter how long I lived that would be an immutable fact.

We got our seats and sat down to order. I was allergic to shrimp so I got the fish. Nancy got fish too. Amy and Vonda got scallops, and Melanie got the shrimp. I saw the look on her face. She knew I liked shrimp. I matched her smug smile with a fake frown. God I loved that kid! Could I ever deliberately hurt her? Vonda missed the interplay, but Amy was on it right away. She didn't say anything though.

While we ate I started the conversation, "Vonda you can have your room back starting tonight."

Vonda smiled, "You moving back in with mom?"

I saw Nancy as she got all teary eyed. I said, "Yeah, I miss the back rubs."

Amy grinned, "I'll bet that's not all."

Melanie tried to plug something in, "I'll bet..."

Nancy hushed her up, "Melanie we don't need anything from you." Then Melanie and Nancy both sort of smiled. 

The rest of the dinner was taken up with talk about school. Amy's SAT scores more or less guaranteed her any college she wanted. Melanie's Pre SAT results weren't as promising, but even if she didn't improve she'd at the least get in any of the good state colleges. We all eyed Vonda. Vonda was having trouble with French and wanted to drop it for Spanish. None of us, not even Melanie, agreed with that. 

I teased Melanie, "Imagine the 'middle child' holding the 'baby' to a high standard."

Melanie snotted right back, "You're becoming an old fool Daddy."

Nancy got angry, "Melanie! Apologize!"

Melanie giggled, "Sorry old man."

We all laughed at that.

I felt good. It was like one of our normal family conferences.



++++++++++ Calling a Truce ++++++++++



When we got home Nancy and the girls got all my stuff back in the master bedroom. Since it was a school night we couldn't fiddle around; the girls had their homework and then they were off to bed.

A little later Nancy and I went to bed together. She washed up and came in wearing one of her teddies. She looked adorable. I think the operation must have helped, because I'd started to muster a pretty healthy hard on. 

Nancy climbed in and moved over next to me. We were face to face, chest to chest. I warned her, "Nancy this doesn't mean everything's OK. I'm really upset with you and Frank, and I plan on getting to the bottom of things, and after I do I guarantee you there'll be some changes around here." 

She pressed her face against my cheek. I felt her hard little nipples against my chest. She slipped her right leg over my left, and I felt her furry little snatch against my thigh. I warned her, "Nancy my chest still hurts like hell."

She kissed me, "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

And gentle she was. We did it the way we used to when she was deep into our pregnancies, side by side. Her puss was just like I remembered it - tight and firm. I'd heard where some men who'd gone to bed with their wives after they'd discovered an infidelity said that it was just sex. This wasn't the case for me. Sure I was pissed at Nancy, and pretty soon there'd be her comeuppance, but not now, not yet.

We made love once. We both climaxed at about the same time; she was a little ahead of me. Then she slipped around and we tortured each other with our lips. I always loved her pussy, and even if my brother had been there, damn it was my brother and not some outside dickhead. Then again...who knew? We'd soon see...

Well that got the household pretty much back to normal; at least on the surface. It sure put the girls at ease anyway.



++++++++++ Confessions! ++++++++++



The mailman delivered the package. I sat at the table. Nancy sat across from me. I opened it up; it was a thick manila envelope. It contained the results I needed to see. Previously I had obtained hair samples from the four girls, and I had submitted a blood sample of my own. Now was the day.

I slowly read through all the content, all the mumbo jumbo that told me what I already knew. There was my DNA, Frank's, Nancy's, Amy's, Melanie's, and Vonda's. I looked at the results. Just as I expected; all the results were conclusive. Of course I had Nancy's DNA so if I wanted to be cruel I could wave that at her without giving her a name and claim it was one of my girls. 

I looked over at Nancy, "All right, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Nancy looked a little angry. I couldn't imagine why. She'd been wanting to come clean, she been holding her breath for weeks waiting for the time to get what she'd done off her chest; now was her chance. She started, "I know what the results are. The girls are all yours. You knew that!"

I gave her my FBI face, "The results aren't totally conclusive."

Nancy tensed, "That's not true! They're yours; all three of them. You know it too!"

I put the paperwork down on the table and rested my arm on it so she couldn't grab it up. It didn't really matter I wouldn't play the ruse. I just didn't have the heart for it. I said, "OK, let's pretend they are my girls. You still need to talk to me."

She stiffened. I saw the diffidence. She started, "All right...I mean...Well..."

I cut her off, "Yes, well?" I could see, even though I knew she'd rehearsed and rehearsed what she wanted to say she still wasn't right with it.

Nancy shifted in her chair, "Court...Court I can't...I mean I can't explain it. I mean...Oh God Court...It just happened. I mean he was here. You were gone. You were gone all the time. You were always at your office. I mean there's Ciarra..."

Ciarra? Ciarra was nobody! I held up my hand, "Hold it! Ciarra's nobody, just a girl who works with me."

Nancy was as tense as I'd ever seen her, "Court she's young, she pretty, she's prettier than I am. She's got a body, I mean a real woman's body; not like mine..."

I was a little disgusted by her references to Ciarra. There'd been dozens of girls like Ciarra who'd been in and out of my office over the years. I told her, "Don't use Ciarra. That's bullshit and you know it."

Nancy whimpered, "No I don't know it. I'm flat. I'm almost forty. You, you're handsome, you're sexy, you have charisma. Women go for you, and the last few weeks before...you know...before...we hardly ever."

I interrupted her. I tapped my chest, "Well, we know why now don't we?" She was really crying.

"Court you've always been the center. Always. I mean I've been the clinger; you've been the clingee. I've watched I've always watched. Women look at you. They look at me. They wonder. How did he get stuck with her?"

I could see and sense Nancy had issues I never knew about. Problem was; I sort of believed her. Well yeah I guess I did know. I had to believe her. A lot of people had looked at her as this mousy little thing, but she was my mouse! She was my 'Little Birdie'! Damn! I was starting to feel all protective again! I just wasn't prepared for any of this; at least not yet. I took a different tact, "How long have you and Frank...I mean when did it start? 




Funny as a Heart Attack



Nancy was crying. She wiped her face on her sleeve, "The morning after the Super bowl. I mean the Ravens, the Forty-niners. Remember? It was so close. You went to bed right after it was over. I was so keyed up. OK, your guys lost and mine won, but I was really excited, and you just stumbled off to bed. And before that night all you'd been doing was working. I mean getting up, leaving, working, coming home and going to bed. I thought that you...you know...Ciarra. I thought...I called Frank. He came over. Frank, he's so much like you. Oh he's taller and has more muscles, but he acts like you, he talks like you, he's so empathetic."

I interrupted, "That's when it started, after the Super bowl?"

"No not exactly. He kept coming over. He was so kind. He listened. He cared. He really cared. He stopped in every morning. It was like being with you. Then one morning we were in the kitchen, and then we were in bed. Honest Court, it wasn't fast. The Super bowl was when? February? He got to me in April. Court I was so stupid. I didn't know what he was doing. I don't know how I could have been so blind. 

I nodded, "Go on."

"Oh Court he agreed with everything I said. It was like he'd seen you with Ciarra, and he was commiserating. Court I feel so terrible. I feel so guilty. I am guilty. I betrayed you. Court I love you. Oh God I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! You've got to forgive me!"

I had to ask, "How many times?"

"Twice, that's all. The first time it just happened. Then he came back. He said he loved me. He said if we didn't do it again he'd tell everybody we'd been doing it for a long time. Then it was the second time; that was when you came in. Court I..."

"How was it? I mean how do I compare with Frank?"

"Oh Court, the first time I just felt guilty. As soon as he touched me all I could think about was what if you found out. The second time, the time you caught me, I just felt cheap. I felt like a whore. Court I'm not a whore. I love you."

I stopped her, "That's not what I asked."

She stopped. She put her fingertips to her lips, "Oh that. Court, Frank is a bigger man. He's taller, He's got bigger muscles, but well...he's...he's not...Oh Court I've only been with one other man and that was you. Court, Frank's small. I mean he's little down there, and he just kind of squirts it in and he's done. I'm ashamed. I never really thought about that, but to me you're so big. It wasn't like it is when I'm with you. I mean I love you. I love it when you're inside me. I've loved having our babies."

I let her wind down, and then said, "I see."

Then Nancy asked, "What are you going to do? You said you wouldn't leave me. I know you still love me. You wouldn't..."

"What," I answered, "Go find someone else, a replacement? I don't know."

Nancy quaked back, "Oh God no! Court! No I'd just die." 

I mustered an answer, "I've still got to talk to Frank."

Then Nancy asked me a question I'd not considered but should have, "Court have you? Have you ever?"

I looked at her, "No Nancy I never have."

Nancy reached across the table. She clambered over it and climbed in my lap, "Oh Court I love you so much. I promise. I'll be the best wife. I'll never, never ever let you down again."

She was hurting my chest. I had to push her off, "Look I'm going to talk to Frank. Once I'm finished with him I'll tell you how things will be."

Nancy knelt on the floor, "Oh yes, oh yes master! Anything!"

I put my arms on her shoulders, "Come on get up. None of that."



++++++++++ My brother, my other self ++++++++++



I drove over to Frank and Ava's house. Ava was more than just Frank's wife she was a good friend. I'd known her since before I'd married Nancy. Ava was an old girlfriend. Frank and her had hit it off and gotten married shortly after Nancy and I did. I knew Ava had some worries, and I knew I'd be seeing her before too long.

I got Frank and we drove over to a place called 'The Roost'. It was a nice family restaurant with a bar and an outside area where we could go and sit and talk and be private. I was three years older than Frank, and though he was bigger and taller than me, he'd always sort of looked up to me. I guess it was the usual older brother younger brother relationship.

We got together, went inside the tavern, I bought us each a beer, and we went out to the patio. I looked at him after we sat down and asked, "How do you feel?"

Frank's a tough guy. He's like our dad that way, but he started to cry, "It was only two times Court. It was my fault. I seduced her. She was scared you were having an affair. I took advantage..."

I stopped him. I figured this was all rehearsed. I was sure he and Nancy had worked this out in advance. I didn't want to know that crap. I asked him, "Why? Why'd you do it?"

Frank opened up. He revealed himself, "Court. You're my brother. Nancy's my sister. She's... Nancy...she's your wife. All my life...All my life Court I've had to have what you had. I got what you got. I did what you did. You played lacrosse. I hate lacrosse. I was too big. Clumsy, slow, but I played lacrosse anyway. You liked to swim so I learned to swim. You were fast, sleek, I was slow. You slithered through the water. I splashed through it. You got a Firebird. I preferred Mustangs, but I bought a Firebird. You went to 'State'. I went to 'State'. You became a lawyer. I became a lawyer. 

All my life I wanted to be like you, have what you had, do what you did. You did my wife. I know it. She told me. You had Ava before I did. I didn't care. You cared enough about her to make love to her so I married her. Oh sure I loved her, still do, but she was yours so I had to have her. Then Nancy. She was so sad; she was so...Oh Jesus Court I'm sorry. God Court, please!"

I knew it. I knew it all along. I'd watched my little brother. I'd been watching him all our lives. I just never thought it would go quite this far.

I had to step up, be the big brother again. I told him, "Look Frank. It's over. No more be like the big brother. You're a man in your own right. You've got a wonderful wife and two great kids. You've got a great career. Crap you make twice the money I make. Let's get past this. Jesus Frank you're my brother. I love you. I never want to hear about this or think about this again. I'm taking you home. Make love to your wife. Ava, she's a good girl. I'm going home and I'm going to straighten things out with Nancy. We'll never bring this up, never think about it again. It's over it's past. The kids, our parents; they'll never know. Got it?"

Frank cried, "Oh God Court I'm sorry. I promise I'll be the best brother. You'll see I'll never let you down again. I'll be the best."

I held him in my arms, "You already are Frank. You already are."



++++++++++ Reconciliation ++++++++++



Nancy and I were sitting together on the sofa. It was a Friday night and the girls were all out somewhere with friends. I looked over at my wife. God I loved her, "This has been a tough few weeks hasn't it?"

Nancy rested her head on my shoulder, "Can you ever forgive me Court?"

I took my thumb and pulled her pretty face up so she could see me, "I forgive you Nancy, but I never ever want to hear about Ciarra or any of the girls who I work with at the office."

She gave me a sheepish smile, "I promise, no more being scared about Ciarra."

I want you to forgive Frank. He's gone through his own little hell."

She answered, "I promise. I'll forgive Frank."

I added, "I want you to forgive me too."

She looked up, green eyes suddenly alert, "You? Why?"

"I neglected you. I took you for granted. I forgot you had fears and worries of your own. I promise I'm going to be a better husband. I found something out right after my heart attack."

"What's that darling?"

"I missed a bunch of time from work, and you know what?"

Nancy looked up at me with her beautiful emerald eyes, "No what Court?"

I told her, "The FBI didn't fall apart. Terrorists didn't blow up the Golden Gate Bridge, and the country's still chugging along without me being at work twenty hours a day. I learned something. My life, my real life is here, with you, with the kids. I'm not going to forget that. You can count on it. We're going to take more vacations, real vacations, not just a weekend here or a day there. I need to be with my girls." I tickled her chin, "all my girls."

Nancy snuggled as close as she could, "I love you Court. I'll always be your girl."

I kissed her precious sweet lips. I thought, 'Yeah, I guess we all fucked up a little.'

We went to bed and we made love. Afterward I lay on my back and listened to her even breathing. I knew I was doing the right thing. I loved my wife. She was a good girl. I was a family man. I was an older brother. People looked up to me; they relied on me. Sure my wife made a horrible mistake. My brother followed his natural inclinations, and they were wrong. So what? Am I so perfect? No, we all make mistakes, we all have our secrets. 

++++++++++ The Epilogue ++++++++++

I still had to talk to my brother's wife Ava. We met in a restaurant on the other side of town. She got there first, went inside, found a table and waited. I got there a little later. I found her in a corner in the back.

I walked over and sat down, "How do you feel Ava?"

"Not good. I'm still scared."

"I know. I know. Angela's only six. If she ever has a crisis, needs an organ. I don't know; I hope that never happens."

"Court we made a mistake, but it's been seven years. You don't think..."

"No I don't think anyone will ever know. I know I care about you. I love my brother. I love my wife. I love my three kids, and I love Angela. Let's just hope and pray it stays hidden."

"This was close though Court."

"I know, talk about the chickens coming home to roost." 

Ava looked at the menu, "What do you want for lunch? I think I'll have the shrimp."

I smiled at her. The bitch knew I loved shrimp but couldn't eat them. 'Oh,' I thought, 'who gives a shit. Life's been pretty good to me. I mean all in all I've been lucky.' I told her, "I think I'll have the salmon."



So, nobody's perfect.

The end.

I hope you enjoyed this. I wanted this story to be about making the right decisions; not just about winning. I like to think by Court making the choices he did everybody did win in the end. 

Please stop and leave a comment. Vote tell me and show me how you felt about Court and Nancy and the kids. 



Funny Business



Dear Reader, this story is an experiment. The focus of this encounter is tickling as foreplay. I hope you will enjoy it.

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1

The door to his room was ajar, but she knocked anyway, because she didn't want to surprise him, especially if he were in some kind of compromising situation. She heard a distant "Come in!", and she closed the door behind her. "I'm back here," she heard next, and walked back to the bedroom in the suite. The door was closed, which she found odd. Still, she knocked again. The "Come in!" was stronger this time.

When she opened the door, the sight that greeted her stupefied her for a full minute. She stood there, her jaws dropped, her eyes bulging at the sight before her. He was in his skivvies - black - but nothing else, stretched across his bed, his ankles and one wrist restrained. And if she wasn't mistaken, his boxers were a little bit fuller than she had supposed they would be.

"What...um...why...who...?"

Apparently the power of speech had deserted her for the moment, so she walked over, and he smiled at her. She tried again.

"How...?"

Clearly twenty questions wasn't going to cut it, so she cut to the chase, because she had an idea that he might want her to move to the next level in their friendship. And she knew exactly what she would do to cross the line into new territory. She was going to get him to want her to make him come till he was empty.

She was a novice at the whole tickling to arouse gig, but she was sure she could at least get a rise out of him, and then, if push came to shove, she'd tickle him with other wetter body parts until she got what they both wanted him to have.

She put her pocketbook down, and feeling his eyes on her as she slipped her shoes off, she had another idea. If she blindfolded him, he'd enter this without the use of a primary sense, and maybe she could raise the arousal bar, so to speak.

"Where's your tie?" she asked, right after she secured his unshackled wrist, and when he told her, she got it and asked him to close his eyes. Then she secured the tie over them, asking him to open them.

"Can you see anything?"

"No, not a thing," he answered, and his voice was a bit breathier than it had been before. She hoped that meant he was turned on, even a little bit.

"Good!"

She rubbed her hands together and cracked the knuckles, and then she began to explore him. She started at his feet, running the edge of her nail along their edges, then sliding her hands toward the middle, then trailing from toe to heel and back. And every change in position brought a fresh giggle. When she deepened the pressure just a hair, the giggle became a laugh, and when she trailed the fingers up one leg, he squirmed and laughed harder. She deployed both hands, and the laughter became continuous as she strolled her fingertips up and down the inside of his thighs. When she approached his cock, it jerked, and by the time she was tickling his thighs in earnest, it had stiffened to attention.

She wanted to reward him, and hoped she wouldn't derail her plan in doing so. She tickled him where his balls ended and his arse began. She hoped, because that little stretch of skin was tender and sensitive on her, that it would be so for him as well. If the moaning laugh she got was any indication, it was. She used two fingers, and he laughed harder. One hand at his balls, the other just at the spot where thigh meets body, and he was laughing so hard his body shook.

And his cock was lying stiff as a poker, the head peeking out at the top of his boxers. She felt herself get wetter, looking at it, even though it was still mostly covered by black material. The peeping tip made her lick her lips, and she changed her game plan just for a moment so she could tickle it with her tongue. A feather-soft touch with her tongue around the head, coupled with the tickling of his thighs, and he couldn't decide whether to moan or laugh.

She left his second head and traveled up to his sides, where she renewed her tickling efforts. He became incoherent by the time she had explored his sides, his armpits, and was at his neck, loving the way he begged her to stop, because she knew he wanted her to keep him on the edge by not stopping. She tickled his neck, first with her fingers, and then, when she wanted to use them on his armpits again, with the tip of her tongue.

Tears had been running down his cheeks as she had been tickling her way up his body, and she noticed them finally, because she tasted them as she lick-tickled him.

"Are you okay?" she asked, suddenly worried she had gone too far.

He heaved a deep breath and said, "Yes." Another breath, then, "Don't stop. Please!"

He couldn't see her, but if he could, he would have seen her smile. She kissed his lips lightly instead, to show him how pleased she was that he was pleased with her efforts. And then she started again...

2

The second time around, she started at his ears, which she had neglected the first time around. She wondered if his earlobes might be ticklish. She licked each in turn, and he released a sigh, but when she licked him behind each one, he chuckled, so she did it again, and nipped your lobes, just because. No one said all she had to do was tickle him...well, he hadn't said it, so she thought she'd improvise.

Next was the hollow of his throat, after a thorough investigation of the rest of his neck by her fingertips. He giggled when she did that, but when she got to that little hollow, and lick-tickled him, he laughed. Hmmm...another sweet spot, eh? She did it again, and again, loving the laughter spilling out of him.

She thought it might be sexy to tickle his sides while she licked that hollow, so she did. Oooh boy, that got him going even more, and she was getting wetter and wetter by the second, wanting to do naughty, nasty, sweaty things to him. She wanted him to tickle her wet places, too, but she wanted to be an unselfish tickler...dared she say "lover"? That was a word she wasn't keen to use unless he used it, so she kept "tickler" in her head. It would do anyway, as she was so turned on, her pussy lips were probably glistening.

She wondered what would happen if she added words to her efforts. Nothing beats a trial but a failure, they say, so she tried. Reaching down to his groin, she whispered in his ear,

"Would you like me to tickle you inside these tightie whities?"

She ignored the fact that they were black, telling herself that it was the idea that counted. He didn't respond, just kept laughing as she tickled around his belly button.

"No answer? I'll take that as a yes, then, shall I?"

She dropped her voice on the last sentence, working to make it sultry, like a hot desert wind in his ear. And as she stopped speaking, she plunged her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and tickled her way down from where the head of his cock peeked out at her to where his balls ended. Then she came back up.

His laughter became strained, no doubt because he wanted her to touch his straining length. She wanted that too...but she could wait, because she wanted him to come first. She saw the pearl of precum at the tip, and she renewed her efforts...

3

His body rose to her touch as she took his cock in her hand. She slid her hand up the shaft, teasing the tip with her fingertip. His body tensed painfully as a result of that shock of intense pleasure. Swirling her finger in the pre-cum, she used it to lubricate the tip of his rod and the shaft below. As she slid her hand up and down his length, each time tarrying at the tip, he moved with her. His movements were nearly frantic.

By now, he was rock hard and caught between those almost violently conflicting sentiments — the desire for the pleasure of release versus the desire to prolong the pleasure.

She made that decision for him and removed her hand from his body. Instead, she leaned down so that her lips were brushing against his. They kissed, briefly, passionately. His arms pulled desperately against the restraints in a vain attempt to take her in his arms.

"These restraints are delightfully effective," she teased as she started lightly tickling his neck, causing him to giggle uncontrollably as he tried to protect his neck with his chin. It was an utterly wasted effort.

"Your chin can't protect you here," she taunted him as her fingers suddenly and vigorously tickled his sides. Taken by surprise, he thrashed about, laughing wildly. She stopped as suddenly as she had began.

"I suppose I should be nice," she said, returning her hand to his cock, which was throbbing hard. He gasped involuntarily. The pleasure built as her hand slipped up and down the shaft, each time rolling over the hypersensitive tip. His whole body trembled in response to her touch.

"You love it when I touch you this way, don't you?" she asked, clearly pleased.

"Oh God, yes!" he responded, shuddering.

"I love having this power over your body. I love the way your body responds to my touch."

She lightly tickled his balls with her fingernails, causing him to laugh sharply and nearly leap out of his skin.

She began to stroke him again. "You're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes!" he gasped.

"And I have the power to make you come, don't I?" she continued, relentlessly winding him up with her strokes.

"Pleeaase..." He had been reduced to pleading, but he didn't care.

She began to stroke his length more quickly, applying more pressure. His body moved more quickly, as if he were trying to stroke himself against her hand. She knew that he was very close, and as her hand moved even faster, she leaned in and commanded him, in a low, breathy voice,

"Come for me!"

As if he could resist! The pleasure crescendoed to the point of no return and, with a cry, he climaxed, shooting cum into her hand and onto his stomach. His cock continued to throb as the ejaculations subsided, becoming so sensitive that her touch was essentially painful. Sensing this, she stopped, leaned over, and kissed him gently, as he gasped for air.

"You were mine, weren't you, for a little while?" she inquired, supremely pleased with herself.

"Without a doubt!" he agreed.