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Growin up with the Martin Girls

By: jeffrey214



In our house, I grew up with my mom and three sisters. I was the youngest of us kids. My father passed away when I was 8 and my mother only remarried when I was 17, so I grew up in a home full of women. 

My mom's sister, Aunt Ellen, had two daughters and one son, all of them older than me, so I was truly the ‘baby' of the clan. Aunt Ellen and Uncle Ted lived nearby, and their whole family would spend hot summer days at our house because we had a swimming pool.

In our family, I grew up thinking it was normal for the girls to wear swimming suits and for the boys to swim naked. By age 18, I had never even owned a swimming suit. Bobby, Aunt Ellen's son was 2 years older than me and my sisters paid a lot more attention to him than me. But my female cousins liked to frolic around the pool with me more than with their brother. The girls never mean, but they did enjoy teasing us boys about our nudity while they could wear swimming suits. On the other hand, they were kind enough to say encouraging things to make us boys feel good.

My Uncle Ted always swam with us naked, as had my father until his fatal car accident so many years ago. So, in the "Martin Clan" (my mom's and Ellen's maiden name), the grown men would swim and barbecue and spend the entire day naked around the pool and in the house. It was completely normal for all the males in the two families to be naked in front of the women folk, whether they were sisters, wives, sisters, daughters, or nieces. There was never any feeling of being embarrassed or ashamed on the part of the guys, nor did the gals make a big deal of it. Even my mom's brothers, Tom and Wes, would swim nude with us when their families came to visit every few years or so. Clearly, it was a Martin family tradition.

It wasn't until my after my mother's marriage to Tim, her second husband and my step-dad, that I ever learned it wasn't always normal for boys to be naked when near water while all the females remained clothed in swimming suits. 

It was on the first summer swimming day since my mom's marriage that I was in my room getting undressed to go out to the pool. It was a Saturday when Aunt Ellen was coming over with husband, daughters, and son. My teenage sisters were already in their bikinis laying about the pool and working on their tans when I overheard the conversation between my mother, Carol, 38, and my stepdad, Tim, 32:

"Honey," said Tim, "do I really have too?"

"Yes, dear, all the boys in our family swim nude, it's a family tradition, you know that."

"But your daughters and Ellen and her girls are coming over, and that will be 6 women besides you that I'll be naked in front of."

"There's a first time for everything dear. Just relax and it will be fine. I'm proud to show you off."

"But honey, I'm feeling really uncomfortable about this. It's not just your sister Ellen, because she has helped you spank me a couple times, so I've already had my pants down in front of her. But your daughters and her daughters will see me…naked."

"You'll get used to it honey," my mom said, "The girls are all in college now. They won't make a big deal or embarrass you, and besides, they've been seeing naked men and boys their whole lives."

"But Carol," said my step dad in a whining, pleading voice, "it will be even more embarrassing for me since you just shaved me last night. I didn't think about this when it was happening. I have to go out in front of all these females with no pubic hair! I already feel as though I am ‘extra naked'. It's so humiliating."

My mother put her foot down. "Timothy Martin, I told you that my father and brothers all swam undressed, as did every male member of our extended family. I and Ellen think it is perfectly normal and traditional for boys to swim nude, and so do our daughters because we raised them as we were raised. Let me remind you that when we married, you took my maiden name as your own and you pledged to love, honor, and obey me, like every husband in the Martin family has done for generations. You will be naked during our family pool parties and that's just the way it is. Being shaved doesn't make you more naked, it just makes you prettier naked. You knew this day was coming when you married me, and this is the way it is. Now get out of those swimming trunks and give them to me. You will not embarrass me in front of my sister and daughters by wearing those ridiculous trunks, do you understand me?"

"Yes, dear," said my step dad.

A few moments later my mom said, in a much calmer voice, "That's better. You look just fine in your birthday suit. You should not feel humiliated in any way because you have a beautiful body. If I hear any more about this, you will really be humiliated when I take my paddle to your bottom out by the pool with everyone watching. Now get out there and start the barbeque."

"Yes, dear," he said. "May I ask a question, not to complain, but to learn information?"

My mother's voice softened, "Of course you may, dear."

"Will Ted be shaved? Or will I be the only one?"

"Whether Ellen shaves Ted's pubic hair is up to her. But I did hear her mention that she like you that way and was considering shaving Ted. You are my husband, I like to keep you shaved, and that's all you really need to know." She giggled, "Now, unless you want a bright pink bottom to match your pretty pink penis, you should obey your wife and start the barbecue, Mister."

I heard a little ‘smack' of my mother's hand swatting my step-dad's bottom. "Yes, dear," he said, and soon after I saw him walk by my doorway naked. It was the first time I'd seen him without anything on since he hadn't married my mom until last fall, and there were no swimming parties when the weather was cold.

I was already nude and ready to swim so I followed him out after putting my clothes in the hamper.

When I arrived to the back yard, I noticed that my three sisters were all ogling Tim, much to his obvious embarrassment. He was very muscular with brown hair, blue eyes, and light skin. He looked different that the other grown men I'd seen naked because he had no hair between his legs. He looked just like me except that his penis and testicles were really pretty big. My sisters seemed intent to keep their eyes on his genitals and whisper to each other.

Jaime, Patty, and Karen all were smiling and watching Tim as he started to fire up the barbecue and assemble the cooking equipment. His genitals were big and dangling, jiggling and swaying with his every movement and step. I think that's what the girls liked best.

I came up to stand next to my seated sisters. "Hi Jeffrey," said Jaime, glancing briefly at my naked genitals before returning her gaze to Tim. I smiled to myself, girls will be girls.

Just then Ellen and her two daughters, Kim and Terri came through the gate in their swimming suits, followed by Uncle Ted and Bobby, both naked and carrying food and drinks. I watched from the doorway as my sisters moved their attention to their uncle and cousin, while my Aunt and her two daughters immediately started ogling Tim. It was quite a show for the girls to have several naked men to look at whom they hadn't laid eyes on for many months, if ever.

I was surprised to see that Ted was also hairless below the waist like Tim. I wondered if my mom and Aunt Ellen had agreed to do this. Clearly their daughters thought it was an outstanding improvement! Bobby came over to me, showing off his large and swinging genitals as he walked past my sisters.

They all gave him the ‘thumbs up' and comments like "hey big guy, looking good!" He was grinning and strutting when he reached me.

"Let's go for a swim," he said, and we both dived into the pool. The water was great, almost air temperature since my mom had turned the heater on early that morning. Bobby and I swam and horsed around, splashing our cousins and receiving the reward of many squeals and threats of retribution. Aunt Ellen let this go on for a moment before she stepped in and said, "You boys had better stop that or you'll get what's coming to you both." To which the girls giggled and jeered their promise of revenge, which we didn't worry about in the slightest.

We boys got out of the pool and lay down in the nearby grass as was our habit, letting the sun dry us off. Soon we heard my mother calling us to come help her. We found her in the kitchen with Kim and Terri, and they had us carry out the meat to the barbeque. In a short time, the 7 clan females, Carol, Ellen, Jaime, Patty, Karen, Kim, and Terri, were all seated at the patio table, while we four clan males had to stand around and hold out plates as we ate, since there was nowhere for us to sit. 

When males are standing around seated females, the male genitals are displayed more or less at the eye level of the seated females, and the females always seem to have a hard time not staring at the males. Since all the men were standing, the girls constantly called out requests for us to fetch this or that, clear up dishes, move trash, etc. This caused there to be a constant moving around of the males, causing different sets of genitals to be displayed near different women at different times. May of the tasks the girls called out would require us males to bend over, facing away from the ladies, thus exposing our bottoms and our dangling testicles between our spread thighs. 

When done right, this action can stop the female conversation at the table, which is very fun for us boys.

This was pretty normal to everyone except Tim, who was having a difficult time staying calm. He was blushing bright red when the table grew silent again. I looked to see all the women-folk's heads turned in his direction. Tim was holding a plate of burgers with both hands, his face was flush, and his naked penis was fully erect.

There is an agreement among the Martin-clan males that when a male has an accidental erection, we all turn away and get busy with something else. The women-folk seem to have an agreement that when a male gets and erection, it's ok to stare blatantly.

Go figure.

Poor Tim was now fixed under the gaze of seven sets of female eyes as his penis throbbed and a drop of pre-come began to form at its tip, capturing the focused attention of the ladies.

Aunt Ellen, the oldest and wisest of the clan, said in a warm and caring voice, "Why, Timothy, how nice of you to salute the lady's table so elegantly. We thank you for such a fine compliment and look forward to your performance." To which comment all the females suppressed giggles.

My mom looked at her smug sister with venom in her eyes, but then she turned to her young husband and spoke. "Timothy, dear, please set the tray down on the bar counter, and then come here."

Tim sheepishly put down the tray and approached the table. He put his hands in front of his groin, trying to hide himself from their view. "Honey," my mom said, "That's not necessary. Please put your hands at your sides, dear."

Tim looked like a deer caught in the headlights, his face ashen now with embarrassment, but he put his hands down. "Good boy," said my mother.

Aunt Ellen said, "Timothy, I know you are the newest member of our family, and please believe that we all love you and accept you as one of our own." All the girls around the table smiled and nodded vigorously, with many responses of "yes", and "that's right", and "we love you, Tim", coming from the league of daughters.

Ellen smiled and said, "As you know, in the Martin family, our men take our family name, vow to obey their wives and submit to our discipline, and our men swim naked. We ladies know that when a man gets an erection, it is not his fault and he has done nothing wrong. On the other hand, we are women, and therefore are fascinated by male genitalia, especially when a man is aroused."

She paused for effect, and there were again nods of approval and murmurs of agreement around the table.

"So," Ellen continued, "when one of our males has an erection, it is distracting to everyone, as you can see, and we cannot continue with our festivities without first resolving the issue appropriately."

Tim's brow was sweating, his hard penis was throbbing, and every woman at the table had their eyes fixed on the growing drop of pre-come glistening in the sunlight. His legs were trembling.

Ellen seemed to want Carol, Tim's wife, to complete the conversation.

Carol took up where Ellen left off, but in a more loving and less ‘official' voice. "Tim, dear," she said, "what Ellen is saying is that we ladies expect a boy with an erection to masturbate and ejaculate so that his penis can be soft again." She reached her hand up and cupped his testicles, slowly massaging them in her hand. "So I want you to be a good boy for me and stroke your penis, dear." 

Female heads all around the table were looking at his face now, and nodding in agreement.

Tim when white as a sheet, his eyes wide, "You can't really mean…" he whimpered.

"Yes, dear, that's exactly what I mean. All the other boys here have had to do it numerous times. It's just a normal part of having boys in the family, nothing to be ashamed of, dear."

The six other females scowled and their heads at the idea that a boy should be ashamed of masturbating as they watched.

Carol continued, "Just put your right hand on your penis, honey, and begin to rub it. Be a good boy for me, and show the girls that you're an obedient husband."

Tim's hand slowly took hold of his throbbing member and began to stroke it. "Good boy," said Carol, "That's it, just relax and rub your penis for us. That's what you have to do and it's ok. Close your eyes if you want, and just think about rubbing your penis, dear."

All the female heads were nodding again in agreement with Carol's words and as encouragement to Tim. He closed his eyes and began to stroke more quickly. Carol said encouragingly, "Yes, that's my good boy, stroke that manly penis and make yourself spurt for us."

In very short order, Tim was breathing heavily and rubbing his penis frantically, moving quickly toward ejaculation. Carol held up her finger as a caution to the other women to remain silent, while Kim picked up an empty salad bowl and held it about 6" in front of Timothy's red and swollen penis head.

Tim began to gasp and strain, his muscles flexing all over his body.

Carol said, "Yes, Timothy, you may open your eyes and ejaculate for us now."

His eyes, filled with lustful pleasure, flashed open and took a quick glance around the table. He saw all the pretty women in bikini tops, their eyes fixed on his hand as it stroked his penis, their mouths open in rapt attention, and the happy and expectant looks on their faces. It was as erotic for him as it was for every boy that had done this for a group of Martin women over the generations. He couldn't help himself but climax as hard as he ever had in his life.

He made a whimpering moan, and the first spurt of semen washed out into the bowl. It was a big spurt, eliciting gleeful sounds from female throats all around the table. His next spurt was bigger and a couple of the girls couldn't help but begin to clap and cheer him on. "Go, Tim!" "Spurt for us!" and "Awesome!" were some of their excited cries.

Three, four, and five strong spurts flew into the bowl, pleasing the ladies at the table tremendously, followed by several more pulses of semen that dribbled down his hand and onto the table below.

All the while, Carol kept up her coaching. "Yes, that's my boy, keep spurting, nice long strokes, give us every last drop, you're doing great, what a good boy, get every last drop of semen out of your beautiful penis for us, dear…"

When he could produce nothing more, Kim set down the bowl just before he sort of collapsed into her lap. She and Terri repositioned him so that he could lay with his bottom on Kim's thighs and his back resting against Terri's belly, his head cradled between her ample breasts. Kim took a paper napkin from the table and gently dabbed a few drops of semen from the pink head of his penis and his softening shaft. Terry put one arm over his shoulder and caressed his chest, while her other hand cradled and caressed his cheek. Your could faintly hear her cooing softly in his ear, "Good boy, that was a wonderful ejaculation Tim, just rest now and let us take care of you. You've been such a good boy."

Karen, seated next to Terri, took Tim's right hand in hers and gently began to kiss it, gently darting her tongue in his palm and between his fingers to lap up any semen she could find. When she was satisfied, she took a napkin and dried off her saliva. She looked at the other girls and demurely grinned as though she thought licking up her step dad's semen was a little risqué, even for the Martin women. The other girls just grinned back knowingly and gave her the thumbs up sign of approval.

The daughters nursed Timothy back to consciousness with their caresses and encouragement as the other women looked on. After several minutes, Tim regained himself enough to stand back up, his limp penis hanging once again in front of his now-relieved testes. A last drop of semen was evident at the tip, and Carol took his soft penis in her hand and gently touched her lips to his now-sensitive head, causing Tim to squirm as she took his last drop onto her tongue.

It was finished. Now the ritual was for all the women-folk to take turns telling the male how much they enjoyed his ejaculation, what a great job he did, how manly he was, and how much they looked forward to the next time he'd have to do it for them.

By the time Tim had endured the encouragement and compliments of all seven women, he felt very at ease and comfortable naked in front of them, and of course, that was the design of the praise session, invented generations ago.

The other three males were in the pool and Tim came and joined them. "How do you feel?" asked Ted. 

"Actually, much better," said Tim, smiling. "I guess being naked in front of all of those women isn't so bad after all…"

The three other males smiled and nodded.

Tim was now truly a member of the Martin Clan, and we all slapped his shoulders and welcomed him.

I looked up and saw the two matriarchs of the family, and their five daughters, busily clearing up after the meal. This was nifty since all such tasks were usually relegated to the men-folk. The seven women were animatedly talking in hushed voices so we wouldn't hear, and my mom was getting lots of smiles and compliments from the other ladies, pleased as they were with my mom's new husband Tim.

Just then I heard the doorbell ring, and the ladies' heads all swiveled toward the sound. Patty and Jaime were smiling and said something to mom, making her smile too, and then she looked at us boys in the pool as Patty and Jaime ran to answer the doorbell.

I didn't know what to make of it, but in short order my two sisters reappeared, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, followed by Patty's boyfriend Andrew, and his two sisters Kate and Beth.

Uh, oh, I thought, feeling very weak in the knees. Andrew had been here last year in the summer and had fit in nicely with the dress code, but Kate and Beth had never been to our house before. I knew the twins from school and had been very good friends with both of them. I knew Kate and I were attracted to each other beyond just friendship, and we had gone out a couple times on double dates recently, but nothing too serious had yet developed. 

Kate and Beth were identical twins. Both girls were very hot, sexy, brunettes with green eyes and curvy figures. They were both wearing terry cloth robes and sandals. I saw Kate's eyes scanning the yard to find me, and then she saw me and waved, and began to walk toward the pool. I had no idea what Kate knew about our family and the naked boys rule. I began to really worry when she walked right up to the pool's edge and said, "Hi, Jeffrey." Then her brow furrowed a bit and she asked, "Where's your swimming suit?"


Growin up with the Martin Girls Ch. 02



I looked up at Kate, and saw that Beth was walking behind her. I couldn't think of an answer since my brain had turned to mush. The two identically gorgeous coeds looked around the pool and saw my cousin Bobby, and Tim, and Ted, all submerged in the deep end of the pool, just their heads above water. Kate looked down at me and said, "do those other guys have swimming suits on?"

I was dying inside, and then Patty came over, took the two girls' hands and said "We've got to talk," and took them away. I watched as my sister sat down on one of the folding chairs next to her boyfriend Andrew, as the twins sat together on a divan across from them for an intimate chat. There followed a lot of Patty talking that I couldn't hear, followed by one of the other of the twins asking questions, and Patty or Andrew answering. All during this the twins kept looking over at the pool and looking at their brother with wide, unbelieving eyes. I took a deep breath and tried to maintain my calm. I really liked Kate and didn't want anything to scare her off from dating me, but I sort of decided that it was all out of my hands now and there was nothing I could do about it.

I noticed that the rest of the Martin women were all making themselves scarce, puttering in the kitchen and by the barbecue, far away from the important discussion taking place on the folding furniture. I guess they all trusted Patty to take care of the problem, one way or the other.

After many minutes of serious discussion, there seemed to be some resolution, as the three girls sat back in their seats and made room for Andrew to stand up. He seemed nervous, and I figured it was a good sign when he began to pull down his swimming trunks. His sisters seemed more interested in the revelation of his nudity than Patty, who cast me a quick glance and the "OK" sign with her fingers. She turned back to see Andrew stepping out of the puddle of his trunks on the cement, and Patty picked them up and folded them in her lap. 

Andrew stood in front of his two seated sisters, hands dutifully at his sides, as the grinning twins took their time looking at his now-nude genitals, surrounded by wispy blond hairs. He was nice sized, not too big, but not small either. He looked proportional.

Kate was the first of the twins to look away, and she looked toward me in the pool, with the grin still beaming from her face. She took one more lingering look at her brother's endowment, then said something to Patty, and stood up. I watched her drop her terry cloth robe onto the divan and she padded toward me in bare feet and a shocking pink bikini. She really looked good enough to eat.

We'd never done more than kissed, and a little petting of her C-cups through her blouse and bra. Seeing her in the low-rise string bikini was a revelation. Her breasts were gorgeously jiggling in the little triangles of pink fabric, tastefully spilling out just a bit on all sides. But what really caught my attention was how low on her obviously shaved belly the bikini bottoms rode. The front panel of her bikini bottom was gathered on the string, making it extra narrow, revealing not only her entire thighs, but the hollows between the taut curvature of her belly and the swell of her hip bones. It was also riding very low on her belly, so that if she'd had pubic hair unshaved, it would have surely shown. Basically, it seemed to cover nothing but the lips of her vulva, which were clearly outlined in the clingy fabric. Her lower lips with big and full, puffy and pouting downward in the cleft between her thighs, just beckoning like a siren's song for a male tongue to bathe it in pleasure.

She was walking toward me slowly, taking her time, giving me a good look. When she was a few feet away, she spun once, giving me a view of her backside, the bikini was again gathered rather narrowly, allowing half of each cheek of her heart-shaped ass to be visible.

I was wrecked. Just by walking 20 feet this girl had given me an erection. And she knew it.

Kate came to a stop at the edge of the pool with her toes peeking over the water, one foot on either side of my head. She put her hands on her hips and said, "My, my, Jeffrey, don't you have an interesting family..." It was a statement, not a question.

I was looking up into heaven. I could see the flawless curvature of her soft inner thighs rising to meet the pouting lips of her delectably oversized vulva, looking so warm and inviting. I couldn't help but lick my lips. Above her precious pussy, I could see the swell of her breasts, and I noted a good inch of billowy breast flesh showing beneath the under-sized triangle of fabric the enclosed the centers of her breasts. Above her breasts was the face of an angel, smirking wickedly, so maybe not an angel, but a real classic beauty.

I couldn't believe it when she bent her legs and lowered her exquisite ass and squatted in front of me still somehow in a ladylike fashion. In this position, her knees were only a few inches apart, and if she were wearing anything else, it would have been fine. But in this bikini, already barely containing the prodigious lips of her fantastic pussy, the tiny panel of obviously un-lined and clingy fabric could not contain her most womanly of charms. I gazed, from only inches away, at the now-deepened cleft of the full lips of her vulva, and saw that the fabric was not wide enough to contain her lips; so much of the blessed pink fabric had been tautly pulled between them. I could see almost an inch of her bare, shaven, pink lips on each side of the hot pink fabric. I wanted so badly to let my tongue dart out and test their softness and taste her body's most wonderful charm.

"Jeffrey," she said in a soft, husky voice I hardly recognized, "my eyes are up here."

I looked up startled, and she chuckled deep in her throat. "Boys are so easy," she said, standing back up and demurely adjusting her bikini to once again hide her precious lips that I wanted so badly to worship. "You should get out of the pool now, Jeffrey." She smiled her wicked smile again, "I'll go wait for you in the shade."

She turned and walked slowly back to her sister, purposefully swaying her heart shaped and partially-clad ass to great effect.

Bobby broke the spell when he swam up behind me and whispered, "Oh. My. God. Who are they?"

I explained the relationship between Patty, Andrew, the twins, and me.

"Then I'm in love with Beth," he said, grinning.

I couldn't blame him.

Having just seen Tim's fate for having an erection, I dreaded the humiliation of dealing with mine in a similar fashion. Not that I hadn't done it before, but the prospect of masturbating in front of an all-female audience was totally different with the twins present. But I knew I had to get out of the pool.

I watched as Bobby, Ted, and Tim walked up the steps one by one, to the complete dismay and thrill of the twins. They looked like they had never seen anything so wonderful, based on their facial expressions. I saw that Beth had lost her terrycloth robe as well, and her string bikini was just like Kate's, except that it was a deep purple instead of hot pink. I wondered if Beth's vulva were as stunning as Kate's.

After the 'parade of wet, naked men' had finished, and the guys were all by the barbecue toweling off, I looked at Kate, sitting on the divan. Andrew was again standing naked in front of his sisters, and I followed Kate's gaze to its new target. She was watching her sister Beth's hand as it fondled her brother's testicles, while Patty was caressing Andrew's bottom. Oh, my. This was getting very interesting.

I knew I would not be the only boy with an erection for long. Andrew's penis was already beginning to throb to half mast. I took that moment to exit the pool, hoping Kate wouldn't see me. No dice, as soon as I hit the top step and turned toward the house, I saw that her eyes had missile lock on my erect penis as I began to walk toward her. I felt my erection waving back and forth with each step, and my testicles were similarly jiggling side to side against my thighs. Kate reached out her hand and took mine, guiding me to stand next to her with my raging erection only inches from her cheek.

Patty spoke first. "Jeffrey, we girls have had a little talk, and we have devised a plan." She had an imperious quality in her voice that would brook no argument. Kate has decided since you guys have dated, that she will officially claim you her boyfriend, at least for the duration of today's pool party. As such, you are required to obey her and she has to give her permission before any other girl touches you. As you can see, I have given Beth permission to touch my boyfriend, Andrew, which she confessed she has always wanted to do." 

Patty turned her attention to Andrew's penis, now grown to full erection, and smiled. Beth was continuing to feel and massage Andrew's testes, seeming oblivious to our conversation. "As you can also see, Andrew now has a nice erection too. This means, of course, that both of you boys are going to have to relieve yourselves in front of all of us girls."

I looked around and saw that the women of the Martin Clan were filtering back into the pool yard, preparing to enjoy further festivities.

"First, I'm going to take Andrew over to the other ladies, and let him have his way with himself. In the meantime, I think Kate wants to have a little talk with you."

With that, Patty took Andrew by the penis and led him over to the patio table, where all the women were seated drinking wine coolers. Beth smiled at Kate, my penis, and my face, said "See you later," and followed her brother over to the table.

Kate motioned for me to sit down where Patty had sat, and I did so. I sat on the edge of the chair and kept my legs apart so that my testes could hang down and my erect penis had plenty of room to jut lewdly toward Kate. She smirked.

"Jeffrey," she said, "I think I need to explain to you why Patty invited us to come over, and why your mother allowed it."

"That would be great," I said, "since I have no idea how my mom would let one of us invite people who aren't members of the family, without instructing the boys to wear something."

"Well, I've been keeping secrets from you, so I'll try to make this story short..."

This is what she told me: Patty was at her house alone with Andrew, and the twins both got home early because some of their classes were cancelled. They walked in on Patty, sitting on a kitchen chair, with Andrew lying naked across her lap, receiving a spanking. It was quite a shock, not to see Andrew being spanked, but to see someone other than their mother spanking him. Spanking the men in their house was something the twins were completely familiar with, because they had heard their mother spanking their father for years, and the same with Andrew. They knew their mother spanked her men.

Andrew jumped up, and was of course, very embarrassed. He covered his genitals, only allowing the twins a fleeting glance at his genitals, and fled to his room and locked his door. Patty sat the twins down and had a heart to heart talk about boys, spanking, nudity, etc. She told them that in our family, it was commonplace for the women – mother, sister, aunt, whatever – to spank the men in their home. She also said that Andrew had confessed the same to her about the twins' household. 

Patty that she'd had a talk with their mother, Laura, about what Andrew had told her. Laura had given Patty permission to spank Andrew whenever she felt it would be good for him, since they had been dating over a year and it was getting serious. 

Laura had said, "If there's a chance of you taking him as your husband, you'd better start to discipline him now and not wait until after you're married to mold his behavior to your liking."

Patty had then told the girls about the 'extra' thing in our family – boys swim naked. She was very frank about it, since Andrew had already attended a pool party and been exposed to this unique heritage. The twins then and there had decided they wanted to attend a pool party, so Patty had asked my mom. My mom talked to their mom, and things worked out.

As Kate told me this, I heard the cheering section fire up, and knew that Andrew had ejaculated in front of 8 women, including Beth. It made me realize my time was approaching.

Kate told me one last thing that had convinced my mom to allow the twins to come over; she told her mom that she really liked me, and wanted to start dating me regularly.

This was a big confession for Kate, and I appreciated it. I looked into her eyes and they were very sincere. 

I was silent, and she finally said, "Well, do you have anything to say, Jeffrey?"

I gulped and whispered, "Well, um, I, uh, well..." I couldn't find the words.

"Jeffrey, say something in English," rather more firmly than she'd spoken to me before.

"I, uh, really want to date you, a lot. Uh..." I gathered all of my courage and said, "You're the most wonderful girl I've ever met. I don't go much time without thinking of you, and, uh..."

"Uh...what, Jeffrey?" she said, smiling the way females do when a male starts trying to profess affection and stumbles all over himself acting like a complete idiot.

"I love you," I whispered.

"REALLY?" she said quite loudly.

I bowed my head, undone, at a loss to know what to say or do. "Yes, Kate. I do."

She smiled, looking between my legs. "I've wondered for several months now, about your penis. I'm glad I'm finally getting a good look at it. I think I should get to touch it before you masturbate in front of your cousins and sisters. Don't you?"

I nodded and closed my eyes, feeling her hands tentatively touch me, begin to feel my size and shape, and growing more confident handling me by the moment.

"You know, Jeffrey," she said, "I haven't been truly honest with you. My mother is a lot like your mother. She rules the roost at home. I decided long ago that I would have the same kind of relationship with a man that she has with my father. I've been hiding my dominant side from you so as not to scare you off, but since a week ago, when I found out you get spankings and you go naked in the pool in front of your entire family, I know you can handle the real me. I think you have great boyfriend potential, Jeffrey, and I've really liked you since the day I first saw you."

"You are the woman of my dreams, Kate. I hope I can meet your expectations. I really do love you."

We hugged and kissed passionately, and she wiped a tear from my eye.

She stood up and brought me to my feet, looked up into my eyes and said, "Let's go, mister, the girls are waiting."

She gripped me by my penis and boldly led me to the patio table, just as Patty had done to Andrew. I was less nervous than before, but even for the hundredth time, this was still an ordeal for any boy.

Kate sat down on a chair on my left side as I stood before the table of smiling women. She looked up at me and placed her right hand on my bottom possessively, and with her left hand she fondled my testicles gently teasing me quickly to full erection. It felt so good to have her hands on my body. She was the woman of my dreams.

My mom looked at me and said, "Well, Jeffrey, get on with it, the ladies are waiting."

A Proud Patty piped in, "Andrew gave us a very good showing, Jeffrey, so don't disappoint us." All the females giggled at the hint of competition, of course, whereas Andrew hung his head with embarrassment, sitting in Patty's lap with his limp and sated penis resting gently in her possessive hand.

I noticed Beth was grinning madly at her sister, so pleased at the whole affair as to be beside herself with glee. That one bore watching, I was sure of it.

I took a deep breath and began to stroke my penis. In my mind, I was doing it for Kate, and I concentrated on feeling her hand on my testicles and squeezing my bottom. I closed my eyes and began to stroke faster, imagining myself over Kate's delightful lap; her hand rising and falling upon my bottom, firmly swatting me with love and concern for my wellbeing. The other women kept silent as Kate began to coach me, as though she'd done it many times before. She released my bottom and took my left hand in hers, squeezing it tight to give me encouragement, while her left hand began to probe deep in my scrotum and roll my testes with greater Vigor.

"Jeffrey," she said softly, "I want you to stroke your penis long and hard, and make a nice big ejaculation for me. I want to see each powerful spurt of semen. I want you to give me every drop. Make me proud of you, Jeffrey, show me what a good boy you can be for me..."

Her words brought me right over the edge. I began to ejaculate as I felt Kate's tongue start to lick the palm of my left hand. I gasped and gave my first spurt, followed by another and another. My semen just exploded out of me in obedience to Kate's commands, and I just kept coming for her, all for her as she made love with her tongue to my other hand. I throbbed and pushed and struggled through my orgasm, demanding and giving everything I had until I had coaxed the last little pulse, the last little dribble from my drained organ. All the while, Kate was also grabbing and pulling and kneading my testicles right to the edge of pain and they pulled up into my body. When I could do no more, I collapsed forward onto the table, catching myself with my semen-soaked hand, and hearing the roaring applause and cat-calls of the girls at the table.

Kate guided me down as my knees buckled, to sit in her lap. Beth scooted closer on Kate's left and cradled my shoulder and head in her arms, caressing my face and smiling at me. I felt Kate take my right hand to her lips and clean it of semen with her tongue as the table grew silent to watch. When she finished with my hand, she turned her attention to my withered penis and gently dabbed up any remaining semen with her fingers, and slipping them into her mouth. At the last she bent over me and took my wet penis in her mouth, gently tonguing me and sucking the last drop of semen from me.

I awoke minutes later in the twins' arms as they caressed me lovingly. I noticed many of the ladies had left the table and were busy elsewhere. 

I looked where Kate and Beth were looking and I saw that Kim and Terri were holding their brother Bobby down, lying on his back on the barbecue counter with his thighs spread wide apart and held firmly by Patty and Jaime. My sister Karen was at work with her mouth and hands between Bobby's lewdly spread thighs. She was forcing the boy to come for her and he cried out and shook helplessly in ejaculation while his mother caressed his face and cooed lovingly in his ear.

I looked over at the divan, and there I found my sister Jaime. She was sitting between Uncle Ted's raised and spread thighs, stroking his big penis with one hand and fondling his testicles with the other. My mother was kneeling beside him, twisting his nipples with her hands and lewdly commanding him to "Spurt boy, come for your niece! Let us have your semen now or I'll spank your bottom raw!"

The twins heard my mom and followed my gaze. They smiled as they witnessed Ted's prodigious ejaculation begin with one spurt onto his chest, but then my mother let go of his nipples and dropped her mouth onto the head of his penis, sucking him hard as Jaime continued to stroke him and giggle in triumph.

Kate's hand was gently caressing my penis and testicles, I wished I could give her more, but I needed more time to recover. She spoke softly, "Jeffrey, I was so proud of you. Your ejaculation was just wonderful and it made all the ladies very excited, as you can see. They all decided that they needed to make sure none of their boys were holding back any semen. It's very exciting to see all these naked men being made to come. But mostly, I loved watching you spurt." She paused a moment and then asked, "Were you doing it for everyone, or just for me?" 




Growin up with the Martin Girls Ch. 02



"For you, only for you," I whispered.

"Such a good boy, you are," she said, "You definitely have potential."

The twins looked at each other and smiled. Beth said, "It looks like you've got a good one here, Kate, don't screw it up."

"I won't," Kate said, grinning and she continued to fondle my relaxed genitals.

Just then, Andrew came out of the house. He must have been using the restroom. Beth looked up and excused herself from the table. She went to her naked brother, grabbed him by the penis and drug him to a chair nearby. She plopped herself down to her knees in front of him, pushed his thighs apart and scooted in between them.

She looked at his semi-hard penis and then up to his eyes. "You will not tell mom about this, little brother, but I've always wanted to make you come for me, and today's your lucky day." Andrew leaned back smiling as Beth bent forward to begin sucking and rubbing his penis. She seemed determined.

Kate said, "She's always had a thing for Andrew, ever since he got taller than her." She giggled and said, "I worry for poor Patty. After today, Beth would love to keep Andrew soft and drained every day and leave the poor boy with nothing left to give your sister."

"Well, I suppose it will work itself out in time."

"Yes, I suppose it will," said Kate, "Actually, Patty and Beth have come to an arrangement. They've decided to share him. Beth gets him even dates and Patty gets him on odd dates. My little brother's penis is going to get some real training." She giggled.

Then Kate started a new line of conversation. "You know, Jeffrey, you haven't been completely honest with me either."

"In what way?" I asked.

"Well, you never told me about these pool parties, you never acted as though I should touch your penis when we were kissing in your car, and you never told me your mommy spanks you."

"Kate," I pleaded, "Those are secrets, and the other thing is that I respected you and didn't want to bother or shock you."

"That's nice, but I think it should still earn you a spanking."

"Yes, dear," I said, snuggling a little closer."

"Oh, and one other thing," Kate said.

"Yes, honey?" 

"The party's going to be over pretty soon, because all of us girls are going to be surrounded with limp penises that won't be stiffening up for fun any time soon. Therefore, I want you to drive me home. My parents are gone for the weekend. Beth and Patty are planning to take Andrew to a drive-in movie and molest him, poor boy. That will leave us alone in the house, where I will give you your spanking, and afterward, if you have been a good boy, I'm going to begin to teach you how to lick a girl's pussy properly. I expect that process to take a long time, and lots of practice, but I am willing to give myself to this cause, no matter how much licking I have to endure. I swear, Jeffrey, this whole afternoon has made me so horny..."

I just kissed her hand, which was the nearest part of her to my lips, and said, "Yes, dear, whatever you say, dear."

She smiled and said, "You definitely have potential, Jeffrey..." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. She said, "I've just now decided I'm going to finish graduate school here in town. That way I won't move away and can devote my free time to training you to be a good boy for me. Who knows, in 4 years when you graduate college, I may decide to keep you. But it's going to be a lot of work for me to you're going to have to be very nice to me and obedient at all times." She smiled.

I said, "yes, dear, whatever you say, dear."

She grinned and said, "Good boy."



Growin up with the Martin Girls Ch. 03



The pool party had wound down, the boys were all cleaning things up and the women were chatting in the kitchen.

When Ellen and Carol had determined that all the work was done, Ellen gave her husband Ted, a pair of gym shorts to put on, and they got in their car and left. Her son, Andrew, left with Patty and Beth to go to the movies.

Kate told me to get dressed, and then take her home. I rushed to my bedroom, put on pants, a tee shirt, and sneakers, and rushed out to open the car door for Kate. She insisted on driving so I gave her the keys.

On the drive to her house, Kate said, "Today begins a good starting point for our relationship to grow, Jeffrey.  I have always been interested in a particular sort of lifestyle, with the boy I choose to be with me. I have no interest in the usual relationships between men and women, where there is the dominant man and the submissive woman. My mother is the leader of our household, as I see clearly yours is too. That is a very good thing, since it means you're used to having women in charge, and you know your place."

She looked over at me and smiled. "Are you with me so far?"

I nodded.

"Good.  I think you find me attractive, don't you Jeffrey?"

"Oh, yes, you're the most wonderful girl I have ever seen."

She grinned, "Thank you, that's very nice to hear. I think you're a very nice and attractive boy, but I require more than mere attraction. I need a boy who will be suitably submissive in our relationship. A boy who wants his woman to take the lead, make the decisions, take control. Are you that kind of boy, Jeffrey?"

I looked her in the eyes, "Yes, I am," I said, "I only know that it would be weird to be in charge of a relationship. It is normal for me to have my mom and my sisters in charge. I was raised that way."

"We'll see," she said grinning; "only time will tell. Today we'll see how you perform, and I'll put you to some tests, to see if you're really the right kind of boy for me to have as a boyfriend."

"Whatever you say, dear," I said. 

We pulled up to her house and went inside. She dropped her bag on a chair, slipped off her terry robe to reveal her hot body in her hot pink swimming suit, and walked into the center of the living room. She bent over and opened a drawer in a bureau and fished around, looking for something. This gave me an amazing view of her smooth thighs, her half-covered heart-shaped ass, and at the juncture of all of the above, her big puffy pussy lips were clearly outlined in the tight panel of thin fabric.

She seemed to take extra time, looking in the drawer, and she casually wiggled her ass so sexily. I was already having a throb or two in my groin when she turned her head and looked at me with mischief in her eyes. 

"Why, Jeffrey, are you staring at my bottom?"

"Uh, not exactly, sorry..." I stammered.

She smiled, "Well, what were you looking at, then?" She stood up, holding something behind her back and closed the drawer with a backward thrust of her hips.

"Um, well, your thighs and your bottom and your swimming suit."

"I know what you were looking at, Jeffrey, but I want to hear you say the truth." She looked at me sternly as she brought her hands in front of her body. She had a small wooden paddle in her hand and she casually slapped it against her palm and began to walk toward me. "You're already going to have your bottom swatted for being less-than-truthful, honey. I think you should tell the truth now or I'll have to give you even more swats."

"Yes, dear," I whispered, eyes fixed on the slowly slapping paddle now. "Well, uh, I was , uh, looking at, um..."

"Spit it out, I don't have all day."

"Your pussy," I whispered.

"Do you like how my pussy looks in this swimming suit, Jeffrey?"

"Oh, God, yes – you look marvelous!" I rasped in my now-dry throat.

"Good boy, that wasn't so hard.  Wise girls know how important it is to keep our boys visually stimulated. It keeps their attention focused where it belongs."

She moved over and sat in the middle of the sofa. "Now, Jeffrey, I want you to take off your clothes, fold them neatly on the chair, then come and stand in front of me."

She watched me as I undressed, a pleased and confident look on her face and in her grey/blue eyes. I did my best to remain calm and collected as I folded my clothes and put them on the chair. This was a very different experience for me – spanking-wise. My mom and/or sisters had always spanked me for specific misbehavior; they were displeased with me and would tan my bottom to make their point. Kate was sitting calmly as though nothing was wrong. She didn't seem displeased with me at all, but she was going to spank me. It sent shivers down my spine. Would it hurt a lot? Would she be gentle?

I took a few steps and stood in front of her, somehow now embarrassed to be naked and have a partial erection. She reached out with the paddle and gently placed it under my testicles, lifting up until the head of my penis was touching the wood.

"Do I have your complete attention, Jeffrey?"

"Yes, dear," I said.

"Good. Before I spank you, I want to tell you that I am not spanking you in anger. I'm spanking you in affection. I know that a boy like you needs a spanking every now and then, even if he's been good, so I think today is a very good day to start that tradition between us. I understand that you were right to keep the 'boys swim naked' rule from me. Most women wouldn't understand, though I admit almost all women would be intrigued," she giggled, causing her ample breasts to jiggle wonderfully.

She continued, "I'm going to give you what my mother calls a 'maintenance spanking'.  This spanking helps center a boy, helps him calm down and know his place, and helps him to behave in a proper, submissive fashion toward the woman that spanks him regularly.  I'm sure sometimes I'll have to give you a punishment spanking, but not today because you've been a good boy."

She smiled as she looked at my erect penis and testicles. She jiggled the paddle and made them flop around a bit, and this seemed to be amusing to her.

"Alright, mister, over my lap you go. I want your bottom centered over my lap." She directed me as I crawled into position and she opened her thighs a little to let my genitals slip between them, and then closed tight to hold me in position.  She was left-handed, so was positioned 'backward' compared to how my mom and sisters had spanked me.

She said, "Put your right arm under your head, and your left hand across the small of your back." I complied, feeling my erection pulse between her squeezing thighs. She gripped my left wrist tightly with her right hand.  "Spread your legs a little for me." I wiggled in her lap, letting my thighs spread as much as possible, without one of my legs falling off the sofa. She said, "That's it, good boy, I need to be able to get as some of that tender area between your cheeks, honey. Now then, Jeffrey, I don't want to see your legs kicking too much. I want you to hold still and take your spanking like a good boy."

"I'll try," I said, feeling so excited to be over her lap.

I felt her body tense and move and I felt her first swat. It was on my left cheek, just where the thigh connects, which I knew was a really tender spot. It stung plenty, and there followed about 10 of these swats landing all over my bottom in different areas, after that she paused. 

"Those were just warm-up swats, Jeffrey, to acquaint your bottom with the paddle. Now I'll begin your spanking. I want you to think of all the ways you can be more attentive and obedient to me while you take your spanking. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, dear," I said.

"Ok, here we go," she said, and the real spanking began.

I could hear the SMACK of the paddle just before the sting would register in my mind. She really laid into me, keeping up an even tempo of a swat every second or two, and she kept swatting different places to spread the heat and the sting all over my quickly burning cheeks. I struggled to hold still, and I couldn't help but begin to gasp and moan. If at any time I wiggled too much for her liking, she squeezed her thighs together hard, letting me know that she had my testicles in her control and I should behave.

The searing and stinging pain started to build up as she revisited each area of my bottom over and over again. The relentless rhythm of her swats drove me further and further into panic. All thoughts of how sexy it was to be naked over her lap vanished, as did my erection – all that was left in my mind was the pain growing in my already sore bottom. I groaned and struggled to hold still as my bottom was plastered with swats. She was good at this – each swat landed with the CRACK you only get if the paddle hits squarely with a flick of the wrist – maximizing the effect with the least amount of effort.

When I knew I was going to start to really yell, she stopped. I hoped she was finished, but then she spoke.

"That looks nice, Jeffrey, your entire bottom has a nice pink glow." She set the paddle down on my back for a moment and caressed my cheeks with her hand. "Mmmm, and your bottom is nice and warm too!" she giggled. She picked up the paddle again and said, "Now I'm going to concentrate on a few key areas. This will help you to think of me for the next few days, dear, as you feel my swats whenever you move, and especially when you sit down."

I groaned loudly as she started in again, this time picking up the tempo and increasing the force behind each swat. She began with my left cheek, just at the juncture of the thigh, and toward the inside where my cheeks were slightly spread. She swatted her target spot again and again, not spreading the paddle around this time, but staying focused on just the one spot. I began to howl and beg her to stop.

"ARRRGHHHH...please stop Kate, I can't take any more....oooohhhhh it hurts so much!!!"

She didn't skip a beat, but kept right on swatting the same spot, perhaps harder. "You can beg all you want honey, and I know it hurts – it's supposed to hurt, sweetheart. Now be a good boy and take your spanking, and quit wiggling!"

After a few more wicked swats, she changed angle and started on the same area of my right cheek. For a moment it felt like relief but then the searing pain started on my right side, adding to the leftover burning and stinging still resounding from the left. It was worse - much worse.

I moaned and begged and pleaded and whimpered. Every muscle in my body was tense and writhing against the onslaught of her paddle. My eyes started to water and my nose filled up, I knew very soon I would begin to really cry – not just from the pain, but from the hopelessness that it would never end.

I began to moan and sniffle and whimper, and my body went limp in her lap. The pain was worse than ever but I couldn't stop it and some part of me just snapped. I let out a big breath and just started to cry, never having had the thought to forcibly get up off of her lap, which later seemed odd.

When I relaxed, she said, "Ah, there it is, that's my good boy. It's ok to cry for me, just let it all our, honey."

Her swats slowed, with more time between them. She let go of my left wrist and my arm fell off the sofa harmlessly. She used her free hand to spread my cheeks wider, so she could really get her paddle into the tender flesh between them. It hurt the worst of all, but somehow I just lay there exhausted and sobbing as she landed swat after swat on the lower insides of my bottom cheeks.

I was really crying.  I had never cried like this before. I had never been spanked so relentlessly before, nor with so much emphasis on the most tender and sensitive parts of my bottom.  I don't know how long it lasted, but at some point I noticed that she was no longer spanking me, but caressing my bottom with her hands.

"There, there," she was saying, "That's my good boy, just get all that bad energy out and let me comfort you. You did very well and I am very happy with you, Jeffrey."

Somehow, even through the tears, that made me feel better. 

When my sobs had lessened to just a little whimper, she released my testicles from between her thighs and jostled me around until I was lying with my head cradled in her arms. She caressed my face and cooed comforting words to me. My bottom was still completely on fire, but she was making me feel loved and special despite the fact that she had just spanked me so thoroughly. I realized, perhaps it was because she had spanked me to tears that I felt she loved me.

She held my head in the crook of her right arm, and with her left hand she moved the fabric of her swimming suit top to set her big, soft right breast free against the side of my face. She gently turned my head toward her and guided my lips to her beautiful pink nipple. "There, there, let mommy make it all better," she said.  I certainly thought it was wonderful, and I suckled at her breast gently but ardently, feeling her nipple become hard in my mouth.

"Mmm," she whispered, "Is it nice for my boy to have mommy's nipple?" I nodded, keeping my eyes closed and just enjoying the feel of her soft womanly breast in my mouth and against my face. She caressed my head and snuggled me for a long time, then she shifted me to her other breast, saying, "The girls like to have equal attention," and giggled.

It was such an intimate time. I was completely open and vulnerable, having been spanked to tears, I had no emotional strength and as she caressed me and allowed me to suckle, tears would form and run down from my eyes.

"Jeffrey," she whispered, "I think I love you."

I smiled and nodded more, looking up into her eyes, but not willing to let go of her wonderful nipple. I felt like her nipple was the most important thing in the world.

She reached out with her free hand and began to fondle my testicles, caressing and rolling them in her fingers. My penis was already half hard and quickly became erect. She whispered in my ear, "Boys are so predictable." She smiled down at me, "Would you like me to play with your penis, Jeffrey?"

I nodded.

"Well, alright, but just for a little while..." she said.

She slowly and expertly masturbated me, filling each stroke with love and pleasure, and she began to tell me things.

"Sweetheart, I've decided that I'm going to start teaching you about licking my pussy. Would you like to learn how to please me?" I nodded. "Good. I'm going to let you rest as I play with your penis for a little longer, but I'm not going to make you come right now. I want you to be excited and aroused when you lick me. I like a boy with energy to bring to the task."

She fondled me a while longer, and then pulled her breast from my suckling lips, much to my disappointment. "Sit up, sweetheart," she said. Reluctantly I complied, sad to have ended a few fleeting moments of heavenly bliss.

I watched her breasts as she put them back into her top, and then she sat up and held out her hand to me. I took her hand and she led me down the hall to her room and she sat down on her bed. She fluffed up her pillows and lay back against them, her upper body at a 45 degree angle. She looked at me standing there naked and smiled.

"Come closer, Jeffrey," she said, "and pull down my suit bottoms."

That sounded great! I gently slid them down as she lifted her ass, and suddenly I was looking at her big puffy vulva lips. They were so big and protruded from her body at least an inch. Each lip was an inch wide and full and round. I just couldn't take my eyes off of them.

"I know you like what you see, but tell me anyway," she whispered.

I cleared my throat and murmured, "Your pussy is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, except for your smile.  I just think your lips are so big and luscious, I want to kiss them and lick them for hours."

"My, that was a good answer, Jeffrey.  Now I want you to lie down on your belly between my thighs and give me a few nice kisses. Be very gentle, but firm when you kiss me, and no tongue until I tell you."

"Yes, dear," I said, as I watched her untie and drop her top onto the floor. She was now completely naked with flawless white skin around the pink of her nipples and hairless pussy.

The burning heat in my bottom objected to my every movement, but it was nearly forgotten as I basked in the beauty of her pussy. As I got into position, she raised her knees and spread them. Oh my God, she was so sexy. My penis was throbbing and so stiff I had to take care to adjust it properly before I lay down on the bed. Finally I was in position and gave her pussy the first, chaste kiss.

"More," she said.

I kissed up and down each side and the center many times, going very slowly so as to savor the moment. She spread her thighs a little wider and her vulva parted to reveal soft, wrinkled, pink labia within. I gently kissed the incredibly soft pink flesh and heard her make a soft moan of pleasure.

Emboldened by the sound, I kissed more and more, pushing my lips just slightly into the cleft between her vulvas. I desperately wanted to lick and suck, but I was patient.

"Good boy," she said, putting a hand in my hair and caressing softly. "Now use a soft, flat tongue very gently." 

I did as she commanded; starting as low as I could reach and sliding slowly up between her lips with my tongue. Her breath caught, in her throat and I heard a contented sigh. I repeated the successful maneuver several times, each with a similarly pleasing result, and I awaited further instructions.

"Soft, flat tongue in the middle of my pussy, slowly shake your head 'no'," she whispered.

This caused her to wiggle her hips in addition to sighing happily. I was most pleased. I now noticed there was a lot more moisture in the area than my saliva alone. She was getting nice and wet, and her flavor was very faint, but nice.

"Pointy tongue into my vagina, Jeffrey, slowly...slowly..."

I followed her advice and found her entrance, much lower than I had expected. As my tongue slid into her it was engulfed in her sweet juices. I slowly pushed my tongue in and out, wishing it was my penis. After many strokes she said, "Now, lick me all over," in a husky, demanding tone.

I remembered to keep my tongue soft, and slathered her pussy lips all over – up, down, sideways, and in circles. Her hips were writhing and moving so much that it was hard to stay connected, but I managed. A boy has to be dedicated to succeed in life...

"Find my clitoris!" she almost yelled, "suck it and lick it!"

I searched for and easily found the firm nub of her clit; it was the only thing in the area that wasn't completely soft. I wrapped my lips around as much pussy as I could and sucked the soft moist flesh into my mouth. She gasped and moaned and writhed and gripped the bed covers in her hands as I flicked my tongue up and down over her swollen pleasure nub.

"Yessss........Yessss.......like that!......Lick me!.......Suck me!.......AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" I had to grab hold of her hips with my hands to keep my face buried in her writhing pussy, as she screamed out loud. I was glad the house was empty...or maybe I would have been proud if it wasn't.

"OOOOOHHHHHH........that's good.......yessssss......I....AM....COMING!!!!!! She yelled at the top of her lungs.

I continued to lick her as she screamed and moaned.  I held on tight and kept at it, no matter how hard she tried to buck me off.  Three times she started to push my head away, but then fell into another writhing paroxysm of pleasure – rolling her hips and screaming for me to lick her and screaming that she was coming.

Finally, she fell down in a heap of hard-breathing, shuddering, exhausted female flesh. Her body was totally limp. I just held her, my lips and tongue unmoving against her pussy as I watched her breathe. The room and my face were full of her sensual scent – I was now addicted to it – and her juices were all over her pussy, ass, thighs, and my face.  I bathed in her essence in peaceful bliss.




Growin up with the Martin Girls Ch. 03



Her eyes were closed as she caught her breath and came back from wherever her orgasms had sent her. My penis was stiff with anticipation and arousal at her beauty and her amazing orgasms.  I decided in that moment as I looked at her from between her legs, that there was nothing sexier than a woman writhing in orgasm, and that I would do my best to make that happen as often as possible for Kate.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Hi there, Jeffrey," she said.

I removed my mouth from its position as gently as possible and got up to my knees on the bed. She closed her thighs and rolled them to the side purring softly.

I said, "Hi there, Kate."

"I must say, you did rather well...you know, for your first time..." She grinned, betraying the fact that she knew I had done well even if it was my 100th time. "Did you like it?" she asked.

"I really like it, Kate, and I want to do that for you as often as you want...maybe more often!"

She grinned at me, "We'll see," she said.  Her eyes found my erection, jutting from between my kneeling thighs, then her brow furrowed. "Come here and let me check your bottom, Jeffrey."

"Yes, dear," I said, getting up and standing with my bottom toward her face at the side of the bed.

"Hmmm, looks like somebody's had a very good spanking," she said as she traced her fingers around my cheeks. "I think you should go look at yourself in the mirror, honey." She giggled as I walked to her full length mirror and turned around, looking over my shoulder.

I could see that my entire bottom was a deep pink, but down in the lower inside quarters, my cheeks were angry red. I touched them and they were quite sore, still hot and stinging, now that I focused my attention on my bottom. "Ooh," I said, "I'm really red and sore..."

"Yes," she replied delightfully, "And you'll be feeling it for several days. I can't wait to see you sit down at dinner. I'll prepare a special place for you at the table. It'll be fun!"

"Ok," I said, still looking at myself in the mirror.

Just then I looked up and saw my sister Patty, and Kate's twin Beth, standing in the open doorway of Kate's bedroom. They were smiling at my sore bottom.

Kate said, "Hi guys, you're home early. Where is Andrew?"

Beth said, "The movie was boring, so we just played with Andrew in the parking lot. Patty made him come twice, but only after he begged for it and promised her anything." The girls all giggled. "Right now he's in his room, getting out of his clothes. We thought you'd like company for dinner anyway, and we can have the boys all to ourselves. Mom called my cell and said she and dad are going to stay over at the Johnson's, so we're all alone."

Patty said, "I talked to my mom and Jeffrey and I are ok to spend the night here, unless of course you want us to go home."

"No, please stay, Patty. It will give us plenty of time to have lots of fun with the boys!"

Patty said, looking at my bottom, "Looks like you've really taken Jeffrey to task, was he good for you?"

"He was wonderful," said Kate, "Both over my thighs and between them."

Patty and Beth both looked at my face and smiled, seeing Kate's wetness still glistening all over me.

Beth said, "You spanked him raw, he serviced you with his tongue, and he has an erection. Looks like definite boyfriend material to me, sis."

"Oh, I certainly agree!" said Kate. She got up and put on a tee shirt and some sexy shorts that fit her tightly, making her pouting but recently-satisfied pussy lips very apparent. I loved it.

She took hold of my penis and started walking out of the room with me, taking me back to the living room. Patty and Beth moved to let us past, but Patty gave me a swat on my bottom, which really stung.

"Hey!" I said, rubbing my sore cheeks.

Kate said, "Get used to it honey, a girl can hardly resist the temptation when a butt as cute as yours has been spanked pink and red."

"Yes, dear," I said...

Stay tuned for part 4...



Growin up with the Martin Girls Ch. 04



PLEASE READ: This story is full of romantic female-dominant / male-submissive content. If you don't like that sort of thing, please move on to one of the other wonderful stories found on this site. Also, if you're reading this story shortly after it was uploaded, it is part of an incomplete series, and the plotlines will not have resolved at the finish of this installment. All Characters are 18 years old.

Thank you for reading, if you do, with these warnings in mind. All the best! - Jeffrey

This story picks right up from part 3, so perhaps you should read the previous chapters first...

Thanks to all who have commented or emailed with encouragement!!! Every character in this story is 18 years old or older.



Kate led me by my erect penis back out to the living room. As soon as she had me move the coffee table out of the way, making a large open space, Patty appeared, followed by Beth who was leading her brother Andrew into the room by his penis as well.

The three girls smiled at each other and Kate said, "So, ladies, we have the house to ourselves, and we have two pretty boys with nice cocks to play with..." She playfully stroked her chin in contemplation, "What shall we do with them I wonder..."

Beth released Andrew's now-hard penis, making it flop up and down a bit, and said, "I know – let's practice our teasing techniques, I think we all love to hear a boy beg. Let's see how much desperate begging we can make these boys do!"

Patty smiled at me, which was ominous. I remember just months ago, the day after my 18th birthday and playing "doctor" in her bedroom... 

She had tied me naked to the bed and was pretending to do a scientific study. She was trying to determine just "how much" teasing a boy could take before his penis would no longer hold its erection. She spent all afternoon and into the evening playing with my penis and making me almost spurt, but then she pinched my erection at the base and made it stop, only to repeat the process again and again.

Our mom walked by and looked into the room, asking what was going on. Patty just said, "We're playing doctor, mom." That seemed to satisfy her and she responded, "Ok, just don't be late to dinner."

The worst part was that after making me beg and moan and writhe for hours, she never let me cum and made me put on shorts and go to dinner with her. After we ate, I asked my mom if it was fair for Patty to do that to me. 

She said, "Girls are curious about penises, Jeffrey, and you're the only boy in our family, so you have to be nice to your sisters and let them satisfy their curiosity. That's the reason we have the boys always swim naked, so that all the girls can look and touch if they want to. If one of your sisters is curious about your penis, then you need to be a good boy and cooperate with her."

When I told her that Patty had played with me to the edge of ejaculation and stopped it many times, and didn't let me cum, mom just said, "I'm sure if you ask one of your sisters, she'll be nice enough to let you masturbate for her." And she looked at me sternly and said, "You know the rules, Jeffrey – no masturbating without supervision."

"Yes mother," I said dejectedly. 

I had gone straight to Jaime and Karen's room, and finding Jaime, I told her what Patty did, and asked her if she could watch me masturbate. 

"Sure," she said, going back to her homework. When I got close to spurting, she held out her hand and made me spurt right into her palm, then she shooed me from her room so she could get back to work.

I knew the 'doctor' incident was in Patty's mind as she looked at me and said, "This could be fun."

Kate, my last hope, said, "Jeffrey, it would make me happy if you were a good boy and let us girls play with your penis for a while. Will you be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, Kate," I said, resigned to my fate.

The girls made Andrew and I put our hands behind out backs and they wrapped our wrists with some soft curtain cords, firmly but still comfortable. "That's so you boys don't try to get away," said Beth. The girls had us boys lay down on the floor a couple feet apart so we had room to spread our legs, and our sisters knelt down between our thighs. Patty started on me, and Beth started on Andrew, "To show sisterly appreciation," they said. Kate just sat in a nearby chair, watching and half reading a magazine until one of the other girls would ask her to relieve them.

Beth and Patty had both Andrew and I panting and squirming in a short time, and we couldn't help but begin to beg and plead to be allowed to cum as they stroked out young and excited penises.

Just then, Laura, the twin's and Andrew's mom, came in the front door with a plastic bag full of her dry-cleaning on hangers. She walked right by us, as if not noticing, and then she came back into the room.

She smiled and said, "Hi girls, Andrew, Patty, and Jeffrey, what are you kids up to?"

Laura was apparently very much more like my mom than I had previously thought. Seeing her daughters and my sister in a room with two naked boys didn't faze her, even though one of the boys was her son. And her daughter was playing with her little brother's penis, so from this I figured it wasn't any more unusual a situation in this house than it was in mine.

Beth said, "Hi mom, we're just playing some games with the boys," and she never slowed down stroking her brother's erect penis, "we're going to make them beg for it, and even then, we may not let them spurt!"

Kate said, "Guess what? I took your advice and gave Jeffrey a good spanking today!"

Patty had paused a moment, smiling first at Kate and then at me, but then immediately continued to stroke me with increased vigor.

"Well," said Laura, "I guess you girls have your hands full!" They all had a nice little giggle together, and then Laura said, "Do you mind if I watch? It looks like you're all having fun."

"Sure," said the girls in unison, and Laura took a seat on the sofa to observe the goings-on.

After a few minutes of smiling and watching, Laura started asking Kate about my spanking, and they had a nice conversation discussing the finer points of bottom-warming. In the meantime, Patty was using her skills to take me close to the edge and then slowing down her stroking again and again, making me crazy! Beth watched her and matched her technique on her brother's penis. We were both writhing and moaning, and Andrew started to beg.

"Please, Beth," he whined, "You're driving me out of my mind, please let me come!"

She slowed her pace, still rubbing her brothers erect and purple penis. "Is my little brother's penis getting too much playtime? Should I stop and put you to bed with your hands tied behind you like last week? Is that what you want, Andrew?"

"Oh, no!" he gasped, "Please don't do that!"

Beth said, "Well, there are only two choices, little brother; either you be nice and cooperative and let us play with your penis....or we'll your hands tied behind your back and put you to bed right now."

Andrew's eyes were wide in horror, "No...uh... ok.....I'll be ....good.... ahhhhh... oooohhhh..... please....." he moaned, squirming and wiggling uncontrollably as Beth worked him with her magic hands.

"Please put you to bed?" Beth teased mercilessly.

"NO!" Andrew gasped.

"Then, 'please' what, little brother?"

"Please don't stop.... oooooohhhhh..."

"Don't worry, honey, we're not going to stop playing with your penis for a long time," giggled Beth.

Andrew just moaned in defeat.

Patty picked right up on Beth's lead and said to me, "So, Jeffrey, what is your choice? Would you rather have me continue to play with your penis...." She licked her hand and cupped my head, rolling her palm over my swollen glans and giving me the most excruciating over-stimulation possible. "Or, should we put you to bed, tied up just as you are so you can't touch your penis?"

I writhed and moaned under her, trying to think, which was almost impossible with her palm on my glans like that. I managed to gasp, "No... urhhhhh ....ahhhh...."

She smiled and said, "Did you mean, 'no, don't stop playing with my penis?"

"Yessss..... oohhhhhh...."

"Ok, we'll just keep playing with you. But you know I'm not going to let you spurt don't you?"

"Nooooo.... Patty, please let.... ahhhhh.... me spurt!!"

"Oh, Jeffrey, I don't think so," she said, "You boy's aren't really begging yet, and though my arm is starting to need a break, you and I both know you can take a lot more, don't we?" She grinned deviously, reminding me of the time she used me for one of her 'experiments'. I cringed and panted and hoped they'd let me spurt soon.

Laura, the twins and Andrew's mom, chimed in, "Patty, if you're getting tired, I could help, and Kate could relieve you Beth, when you're ready."

"Ok, mom," said Beth, "I have been at it a while. It's actually hard to fight the urge to make my sweet little brother spurt again...but I'm being careful, just like you taught us." She was palming Andrew's head and the boy was whimpering and squirming and gasping, just like me, but she would only stroke him very, very slowly when she took her palm away.

I suddenly found myself on the verge or ejaculation – it had snuck up on me – and I was trying not to let Patty know I was 'there'. But then I heard Laura say, "Patricia, you'd better pinch him now or you're going to have a mess on your hands."

Patty took her hands away and pinched the base of my penis hard and stopped my pending ejaculation. "Ha!" she said, "You were trying to trick me by not letting on, little brother. For that, you'll have to be punished."

I was moaning in torment, wishing she had finished me, but now the brewing ejaculation was slowly subsiding and my penis felt sort of numb. Patty got up and said, "Thanks Laura," and Kate's mom settled herself, sitting Indian style, between my spread thighs.

She took a moment to re-position me so that my bottom was pulled up onto her lap with my legs splayed wide around her body. She laid her forearms on top of my thighs and started massaging my testicles.

"Girls," she said, "When you want to really work on a penis and turn the boy into a whimpering, begging, sack of Jell-O, this is the most comfortable position. Notice how his penis and testicles are so perfectly presented, and I can comfortably toy with them to my heart's content." The girls all smiled and nodded as my Kate took Beth's place, and pulled her little brother's pelvis up onto her lap, just like her mom.

"When your boy gets overheated and you have to stop stroking him, that doesn't mean you must stop stimulating him. Just let his penis recover while you massage his testes. This keeps all, and I mean ALL, of his attention focused on what you're doing. When you have a boy's most tender and vulnerable parts in your hands, you are in complete control of him and have his full attention. Testicles are so delightfully delicate and cute. Many girls make the mistake of focusing solely on a boy's erect little penis, and miss out on all the fun to be had with a boy's testes in her hands. Just a little squeeze and he'll obey any command, or promise you anything."

The girls listened carefully, and Kate mirrored her mother's hands with hers as she fondled her little brother's testicles. She had a look of concentration on her face, as if for the first time really studying a boy's testes, as she rolled them in her fingers, feeling them carefully and thoroughly.

Laura continued, "You see, the fact that a boy's testes are outside of his body proves that males are the weaker sex. They are more vulnerable than women. And of course, they think with their penises as well, so a wise woman has no problem directing and controlling her boys, by simple control of their genitals. As you can see from their wiggling and whining, both boys are desperate to ejaculate. Keeping them in this desperate state for a long period is very good for your relationship. It teaches them that you, the woman, are in supreme command of their ejaculation – choosing whether or not to grant they boy what he so desperately needs."

Laura paused a moment to palm my head again, wetting her hand with her saliva, and making me scream in agony and ecstasy. She said, "This gives us girls great power over our boys. As a woman, you must take control of your boy's genitals. You decide how to stimulate them, whether he will feel pleasure, pain, or a combination of the two, and whether or not he will be allowed to ejaculate. You must eliminate unsupervised masturbation from his life, and replace it with regular teasing sessions and allow him occasional ejaculations. If you take the time to do this, he will be truly yours in every way."

Kate gave Andrew's testes just the slightest squeeze too much, and giggled as he froze motionless, his eyes shot wide open, and he gasped 'oooohhhhhh!!!' Kate smiled and said, "I see..." and giggled again.

Laura continued. "Now that I've let Jeffrey calm down, I'm going to bring him to the edge of orgasm again, but not let him come. Each time I see him getting close, I'll slow my strokes, and it's like turning back the clock and he'll start to approach ejaculation again, only slower this time. When he's close again, I'll slow down again, and so on."

She smiled, and said, "I'm also keeping his testes in my hand so that if they start to pull up tight against his body, which is a sign that he is preparing to spurt, I can pull them back down and squeeze the base of his penis. When I do that, it will stop him from spurting. And then I'll let go of his penis and just massage his testicles for a while to let him calm down, and then start over. If you are careful and attentive to your boys' responses, there is almost no limit to how long you can continue to tease him."

The girls all nodded their understanding. Laura said, "And, when I'm feeling extra wicked – which will happen several times in a teasing session – I'll just hold his shaft in my hand and rub my palm over the head of his penis. That makes a boy go absolutely crazy, and that is the fun of it."

She had demonstrated each of these techniques on me as she explained them, and I was beside myself – writhing, moaning, and crying out for mercy that never came. Her hands were very experienced and somehow when she did these things to me, her way was more intimate and intense than Patty's had been. Part of the intimacy was how she had positioned my pelvis up into her lap, so that I felt more exposed and helpless and completely at her mercy than ever before.

She said, "When you have a boy like this, it is a very intimate time with him. You are connecting with him on a very deep level. You're focused completely on him, watching and listening to his every reaction to what you're doing to him. You have complete control of his most sensitive, tender, and vulnerable parts of his body and you can manipulate his body, mind, and heart with simple movements of your hands. In addition to the obvious entertainment value, which you should enjoy to the fullest, a woman must not forget that she has her boy's complete focus and attention. He is dependent on you, trusting you, hoping that you love him enough to do only what is best for him. He is in a completely vulnerable and submissive state, and we ladies are capable of treating our boys with tenderness and love. Even when we decide that it will be best for our boy not to spurt at this time, we can make that decision with a caring and nurturing heart. Always remember, girls – your boys are a precious gift not to be abused, but they can certainly stand a little training..." She smiled as she licked her hand and palmed my glans again, making me scream and buck in her lap.

During all this time, Kate had continued to mirror her mother's deft hands and Andrew's tormented responses mirrored mine almost exactly. We wiggled and gasped and whimpered and begged as one. Finally, Laura let go of me after pinching off another ruined attempt at ejaculation, and pushed me off of her lap.

Getting up she said, "Well girls, it's getting late, and I think it's time to let our boys rest a while before bedtime."

Kate held her pinch at the base of Andrew's penis a little longer, until she was sure his crises was well and truly past, and then she released her little brother, looking down at him with genuine affection.

We boys lay on the floor at the feet of the four smug females, who were all very satisfied with themselves. Andrew and I had raging unrelieved erections and boiling testicles. We couldn't help but let little whimpers escape our lips as we wiggled helplessly.

"Where are the boys' underpants?" asked Laura. Patty and Kate looked at each other and disappeared down the hallway, each returning momentarily with our matching white briefs. "Ah, that's nice," said Laura, "They match!"

The girls giggled, waiting for Laura's next instruction. "Girls," she said, "Let's get the boys up and into their briefs, but since they both still have erections..." she smiled, "I think we'll need to open the fly for them and let their penises and testicles be free of constraint." She thought a moment, "And go ahead and leave their wrists tied for now, I think we can't really trust the boys not to masturbate..."

Beth and Patty took charge of Andrew, while Laura helped Kate with me. They stood us up, helped us step into the underwear, and they spread the flies open, slipping our engorged penises through the hole and pulled out testicles through as well. Soon we were standing next to each other looking at the ladies with longing in our eyes while our engorged and needy genitals were on full display. Our penises were both very red and I thought we would both be sore in the morning, though our arousal was too high to notice at that time.

"Don't they look wonderful?" asked Laura, and the girls had to agree. "Why don't you girls go into the TV room, and you can watch one of my movies with the boys. I'm sure they'll love to watch with you!"

"Great," said Beth, who took hold of Andrew's turgid penis and lead him from the room, with Patty grinning and following behind.

Kate saw that and smiled. She said to me, "Why Jeffrey, you have a nice leash too!" and she grabbed my erection and led me to follow the others.

Laura said, "I'll be in to join you in a moment, after I make a phone call."

"Ok, mom," Kate called over her shoulder as she tugged me along.

Soon we were all settled with a twin on each end of the enormous sectional. I was next to Kate and Andrew was next to Beth, with Patty in the middle. Beth, the most domineering of our group, had the remote in her hand and punched some buttons, turning the TV on and starting the movie. 

Patty smiled, pleased with herself, as she took Andrew's testicles in her right hand and mine in her left and began to massage us. This only helped keep us erect as we sat on our bound hands and squirmed a little in our seats.

Kate cuddled close to me with her arm around her shoulders, letting her substantial breasts mold against me in her little bikini top. Her hand gently stroked my thigh as she whispered intimately in my ear. "Did you enjoy your teasing session, honey?"

"Ughhh," I moaned as Patty squeezed my testes a bit too hard.

"I'll take that as a 'yes', dear," cooed Kate, "I'm sure you'll like this movie, it's one of mom's favorites and she's let me and Beth watch it now and then since we were fourteen. It just never gets old," she giggled.

The movie started and there was a disclaimer that all the 'actors' were 18 years old and where the records to prove this were kept.

The scene opened with a boy who looked quite young for an 18-year-old, and a girl who looked to be more like 20, both dancing at a high school senior prom exclusively for 18-year-olds with other 18-year-old kids in fine dresses and tuxedos all around them. It was the last dance, and all the kids began to leave, ushered out by the chaperones, some groups into limos and some couples into cars.




Growin up with the Martin Girls Ch. 04



The camera followed the dancing couple to a red corvette, and the boy opened the driver's door for the young lady, helping her into the driver's seat, and then the boy ran around the car to get in the other side. They drove through traffic, then into the hills, and then stopped at a large secluded home nestled among pine trees. The house had a few lights on inside, and as they approached the door the girl said, "My parents are away for the weekend, so we have the whole house to ourselves."

The boy looked a little fearful, "My mom told me to be home by midnight...even though I just turned 18 years old."

"I've called your mom and told her that you could stay over in a guest room at my house, and she called my mom who assured her everything was fine, so she agreed. You can stay here tonight, Billy," the girl grinned as she put the key into the door and ushered her date inside.

It was clear that the girl, or woman really, was being dominant to the obviously younger boy, who didn't look older than 16, but was an 18-year-old actor with a young face. My sore penis couldn't help but throb a little in anticipation...

Inside the house, the girl tossed her purse and keys on a table in the entry, took the boy by the hand and briskly pulled him along as she headed for the kitchen and got them each a drink. The camera showed that she slipped some kind of powder into the boy's soda and stirred it before handing the glass to the boy and grinning as she watched him drink.

In the next scene, they were in the guestroom, and the girl told the boy to leave his clothes in the room and meet her in the hot tub in the back yard. He protested that he had no swimming suit, and the girl went to her room to get him one. She opened her drawer and looked at several items of swimwear, choosing a small pink string bikini bottom for her date and returned to him.

She handed him the little ball of silky pink fabric and assured him it was the best she could offer, and that he'd look just fine in the slinky bikini bottom. She turned and left the room, leaving him to get changed.

The next scene was the girl in her room, in a black thong bikini with a flimsy top that did little more than cover the nipples of her large breasts. She was whispering into her cell phone, "Yes, we'll be ready in about 10 minutes. Yes, I gave him the powder. No, he doesn't know. Ok, see you."

The next scene showed the girl in the large hot tub, sipping champagne and grinning happily as the bashful and obviously embarrassed boy walked out into the soft summer evening wearing the tiny pink bottom with his hands demurely trying to cover her crotch. He stopped at the edge of the tub and the girl motioned with her hand and said, "Come on, Billy, move your hands aside and let me see how the suit looks on you. I'm sure you'll look great!" she smiled warmly.

The boy carefully moved his hands to his sides, losing his modesty and revealing a rather large and clearly outlined genital bulge, barely contained in the thin pink fabric that was only designed to accommodate a female shape.

"Turn around," she said, and the boy slowly turned, revealing a boy-shaped bottom, barely contained in the Brazilian-cut back panel. "Outstanding," she said.

Just then, two smiling older girls who looked to be at least 20 years old appeared at the back door. They must have let themselves in unannounced. They were wearing bikinis under bathing robes, but quickly dropped the robes on a nearby chaise and walked to the tub. 

The girl in the bubbling water said, "Billy, you remember Candy and Tara from school when you were a freshman don't you?"

The two girls each held out a hand to shake, and Billy complied, obviously blushing and embarrassed for wearing the little pink thong bikini that barely covered any of his genitals.

One would think this was a real situation, because I didn't know actors could blush. Perhaps the boy playing the part of 'Billy' was doing this for the first time... I couldn't help but be aroused by the plot line, which was getting more exciting by the moment...

After the greeting, the three girls and the boy were in the hot tub together, and the boy started looking funny with a hazy vision and distorted sound technique to indicate that the drug he had been given was taking effect.

The girls teased the boy about his 'first date' and the excitement of 'prom night' and all the titillations of youthful sexual discovery. Soon the girls were taking turns kissing the boy with increasing passion, each having a turn and demanding that Billy tell them which girl was the best kisser.

Then the girls started comparing their swimming suits – which one is prettiest, Billy? The poor boy had to choose. But he wasn't an idiot and always picked his date as the best kisser, sexiest body, nicest ass, prettiest bikini, etc. The girls flaunted their bodies in front of the poor boy, making him blush and stammer his responses. Finally, the girls demanded to know which of them had the nicest boobs.

One said, "I think it's impossible to properly judge a pair of breasts without considering the nipples." Another said, "I agree. Nipples are a very important part of a girl's boobs." The date said, "Do you think we should take off our tops so you can judge us properly, Billy?" as all the girls giggled.

Before the shocked boy could stammer an answer, all three girls whipped off their tops, revealing beautiful breasts of different sizes and shapes, and each girl had unique areolas and nipples, some large, some small, some light, and some dark. They each flaunted them in the boy's face, and put his hands on the offered softness so that he could consider things like "fullness", "perkiness", and "firmness".

The boy was obviously excited, since he was so inexperienced, and admitted with slurred speech that he'd never seen naked breasts before, let alone touched them.

The girls settled back into their seats topless, and started to chat among themselves. They determined that since they had each taken off an article of clothing, it was only fair the Billy do likewise. He looked shocked and protested, but the girls easily overpowered him, and pulling the strings of his little pink bikini bottom undone, they were easily able to take it from him and play 'keep-away' in the large hot tub. This was a wonderful chance for the girls to jump and wiggle and jiggle their beautiful breasts for the camera.

Billy, now completely naked and fighting to get his hands on his only chance at modesty, had to stand and move around the tub, exposing his large erect penis and big swinging testicles. In his weakened state, not only was he unable to retrieve the garment, but the girls again overwhelmed him and soon had used the string bikini bottom to secure his hands behind his back.

"Get used to it, Billy," said the date, "You're ours for the night now..."

The topless girls led naked Billy out of the tub, dried him off, and led him back into the house while each girl took ample opportunity to grope and feel his bottom and genitals. They led him to what must have been the date's room, and tied him spread-eagled to her queen sized white 4-poster bed.

The boy's genitals were fully displayed to the camera. They were large, pink, and dusted with just a little blond hair. The gleeful topless trio produced shaving cream and a razor and denuded him completely of pubic hair as we watched. They cautioned him not to struggle, given that there was a razor stroking against his very delicate parts.

Once he was 'truly and completely naked' the girls put a sheet over his face and began taking pictures of him with their cell phones. Each one in turn 'posed' between his spread thighs, their smiling faces next to his turgid erection and dangling testicles. Then another with their hands feeling his penis and testicles, and each girl took at least one picture with the head of his penis in her mouth. He squirmed against his bonds, but finding no weakness, he was forced to surrender control and simply wait for what they would do next.

They took the sheet off his face and all took pictures that made sure to show his naked and shaved genitals in the frame with his fearful face. "These are so that you know you'll have to obey us all summer, Billy, otherwise we'll email some pictures to your mom, sisters, teachers, and the principal."

He moaned in torment, completely trapped now by his captors, and he knew it.

The girls proceeded to take turns playing with his big penis. It became clear that they were teasing the young but well-endowed boy to the brink of ejaculation and stopping, over and over again. He bucked and writhed against his bonds, squirming to either get away or to increase the stimulation so that he could cum, but the girls were skilled and merciless.

The film was a primer for teasing and denial, showing every technique clearly, and multiple times. The boy was shaking and moaning and begging for a long time before the date took another turn and the other girls got all three of their cell phones ready, one girl with a phone in each hand.

The girls took video of the date's technique, long methodical strokes with one hand and testicle fondling with the other. Soon the boy was wracked with spasms, and he shot enormous spurts of semen all over himself and the date, all of which was captured on video by three cell phones. The date continued to milk the boy, expressing drop after pearly drop to dribble from the slit of his penis onto her hand as she smiled for the cameras.

Once the boy was completely spent, and his penis was going soft in her hand, she laid his still-big member onto his hairless pelvis. The two guest girls then set about taking turns rubbing their beautiful breasts all over his semen-messy genitals and chest as the date licked her hand clean of his boy-juice.

The last scene was of the two female guests, being filmed and photographed on the cell-phones by the date as they kissed passionately and rubbed their semen-covered breasts together. They slipped off their bikini bottoms to reveal pretty shaven pussies and got down onto the floor. Facing each other, they wrapped their legs around each other so that their pussies touched, and began kissing again.

Eventually, they both leaned back on their hands to concentrate on the melding of their naked genitals, passionately rubbing their moist vulva and labia together and making wet squishy noises. They began to moan and writhe as they battled, clitoris against clitoris, to see who would climax first. It was a long and enormously erotic tie as both girls shook and screamed their way through what must have been multiple simultaneous orgasms, before falling back exhausted and breathing hard in satisfaction.

The date was next seen licking what was left of the boy's messy semen from his soft genitals and shaven lower belly. Then she smiled at the camera and said, "Wait until you see what we do tomorrow morning...it will be a long weekend!" Then she took the boy's penis in her mouth and began to coax him to another erection as the credits began to run.

Beth broke the spell by looking across the sectional and saying to me, "This is disc 1 of a 5 part series, Jeffrey. If you're a good boy, perhaps you'll get to see them all, but that would be up to Kate..."

Kate whispered in my ear, "I'm sure eventually you'll be good enough for me to see them all."

Needless to say, neither mine nor Andrew's teased and unsatisfied erections had subsided during any part of the film.

I watched a secret glance occur between Patty and Beth, and they nodded imperceptibly. Beth said to Kate, "We're going to put Andrew to bed now, and call it a night."

"Ok," said Kate, "I'll take care of Jeffrey..."

Beth and Patty each took an arm and led Andrew from the room as they smiled at each other knowingly. Kate pulled me up from the sofa and led me to the living room to find her mom sitting in a chair and reading a Playgirl magazine. 

Laura looked up and smiled, "Did you see this article about examining your boy for testicular cancer?" she asked Kate.

"Yes," said Kate, "I did just today, and while we were playing with the boys, I gave Andrew a checkup. I'll be sure to give Jeffrey an exam before I put him to bed." She smiled at me and then asked her mom, "I was just wondering about the phone call you made. You said it would be quick, but you never came in to watch the movie."

"I spoke at some length with Jeffrey's mom Carol and then with Ellen too. We've been making some plans since we sort of 'found' each other. It's nice to know that the Martin clan has so many things in common with our family, don't you think Kate?"

She looked at me and my still-erect penis and testes hanging out of the front of my briefs and smiled. "I sure do," said Kate happily.

"Well," Laura said, "It seems that the elder Martin boys, Wes and Tom, are coming to visit next weekend with their wives and daughters, so there's going to be a big get-together, and Carol has invited our family to attend. She's very nice."

"I didn't know you had uncles, Jeffrey," said Kate.

"Sorry, it just never came up," I said.

Laura said, "I'm looking forward to meeting them. It's going to be a big swimming party, of course in full Martin Family Tradition," she smiled at me, "and by Carol's count there will be 7 boys and 16 girls to feed and house for an entire weekend, so there's a lot to prepare for. Carol and Ellen have also decided that to make things simpler, they've declared the weekend to be CFNM. None of the boys will wear any clothing all weekend, while we girls of course will remain clothed. That way, the boys won't have to keep dressing and undressing during swimming time and off hours."

Oh, my, I thought, that's going to be quite embarrassing. I hadn't seen Sarah, Mia, Leah, or Jenna in at least four years. They were all around my age, but I remembered my mom saying that it was Mia's 18th birthday next Friday – the day everyone was going to arrive.

Laura said, "Kate, you'd better take Jeffrey and put him to bed in the guest room, and then come back out here and we can chat about the party preparations. We need to be good friends and help with everything since Carol is so kind to include us."

"Ok, mom, I'll be back quickly."

Laura looked at me and said, "Good night, Jeffrey," she said nicely, "Be a good boy and have sweet dreams..."

"Good night, Mrs. Sinclair," I said. "Thank You for letting me sleep over tonight."

"It's our pleasure, I'm sure," she said with a twinkle in her eye as she grinned at Kate.

Kate herded me back down the hallway toward the guestroom at the back of the house. As we passed Andrew's room, which had no door, we looked in to see him lying on his bed and his hands were obviously still tied. Poor Andrew, I thought.

As we passed Beth's room, it was impossible not to notice the gasping and moaning sounds of pleasure. The door was slightly ajar, and Kate let me look in for a moment to see Patty and Beth, naked on the bed, with their thighs entwined like the girls in the movie. They were pleasuring their pussies by rubbing them together. Now it made more sense the way Patty and Beth were 'sharing' Andrew. It was really sexy to see the two girls with their pretty young breasts jiggling as they writhed against each other in rapture.

Kate pinched my bottom to urge me onward, and as we walked away, I heard Patty moan, "Oh, god...I'm comminggg... agaiiiinn!" and Beth responded with, "Yeah, that's right, come for me honey, be my good girl!"

It seemed to me that Beth was the dominant partner; again, no surprises there.

Katie shooed me into the guestroom and laid me down on the bed. She gently took my briefs off and sat again between my thighs. As she gave me the promised testicle exam, she said, "Jeffrey, what if I secretly made you spurt? Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, please Kate!" I moaned, "I need to spurt so badly..."

"Well, if I was to do that for you, don't you think you should do something for me too?"

"Oh, yes, Kate, anything you want!" I whispered.

"Your testes check out just fine, Jeffrey, but your testicle health is something that I'll be keeping a sharp eye on."

She smiled and slipped off her bathing suit bottom and climbed around to get her hips over my face. "Now show me what you have learned, and what a good boy you are, Jeffrey. I'm horny and jealous that Beth is having fun with Patty. If you make me come really hard, I'll let you spurt."

I started licking her pussy like it was the last sustenance on earth and I was a starving boy. She wiggled and rolled her hips to guide my tongue playfully as she licked the head of my penis like a lollipop to remind me of my possible reward. I licked and sucked and made love to her with my mouth with all the enthusiasm I could muster. I did so well that she was having a hard time attending to my penis, and was mostly writhing and panting and making pleasure sounds in her throat.

She began to tense her body and said, "Yesss.... right there....harder!..... ahhhhhhh!!!" 

I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and flicked my tongue against the tiny nub quickly, pushing her right over the edge and into a loud and long orgasm.

"OOoohhhh..... gahhhhhh...... yessssss...... I'mmm..... comiiiiiiinngg!!!" she hollered as she ground her pussy against my face as I dutifully continued to lick and suck for all I was worth.

Finally, she pulled her pussy away from my face and said, "You be silent, Jeffrey," and then her mouth gobbled my penis harshly and she stroked me hard and fast. It took less than 20 seconds for me to erupt into her greedily sucking mouth and she swallowed every spurt as it came and she kept rubbing and sucking my penis, demanding more. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out with release, knowing that this must be our secret.

She finally gave up when I could give her no more semen and I was trying to wiggle free from her since my glans was now over-sensitive. She crawled off of me and turned around to lie against me and snuggle as she licked her fingers and her lips.

"It's important to leave no evidence," she said grinning deviously. She settled her head on my shoulder and snuggled for a while.

I almost fell asleep, finally relieved of my semen, but I kept being jarred awake as she would pull away every so often and give my soft penis a couple tugs and then lick the little pearl off my slit. After the third time she had milked me she stood up and said, "There, I think that does it. Now you won't leave any evidence of leakage during the night, honey. I think our secret is now safe. Be sure not to tell anyone that I made you spurt, ok?"

"Yes, dear," I said sleepily.

She kissed me and said, "Now sleep well, honey, and I'll come get you in the morning."

I slept soundly, wondering what the big party in a few days would bring.

And I really wished Kate had untied me...



Growin up with the Martin Girls



…to be continued