4 comments/ 107536 views/ 14 favorites Cruel Intentions Ch. 01 By: slipfreak46 I am a sexual slave to my step mother and step sister. How did I get here? More to the point, how will I get out? After the death of my mother, dad drifted for a while till he met Veronica. She was a widow of a business executive and was financially independent. A natural beauty in her early forties with thick raven black hair down past her shoulders, a trim body, long legs and full 38C breasts that could almost go without support, if you know what I mean. At just shy of six feet tall, she commanded attention when she walked into a room. She usually dressed to accent her features. Even when she was dressed in her "woman's business suite, there was an air of sensuality about her. She was very comfortable as a woman in a man's world. She was woman enough to handle most men and knew it. Dad fell hard. They were married after about six weeks of dating, including a pre-nuptial that would protect the families on both sides. He was an executive that traveled a lot. That was ok with her. She was no clinging vine but when he was there, she was all his. It was her daughter, my new step-sister that hooked me first. We were both in Greenbrier High School, a private prep school for those aiming at the Ivy League. The uniforms were stylish, with pleated skirts that always swayed very nicely on the girls. Many of the girls enjoyed violating the length code and Faye was no exception. Slips were required under the skirts and as many of us guys liked slips, it was a field day every school day. The girls all seemed to enjoy teasing us with flashes of pretty lace. At first, Faye pretty much ignored me. We got through the initial introductions and were polite but she really didn't warm up to me. At least not then. Faye was blonde, blue eyed and built. Full breasts always clad in a blouse that accented the size, firmness and the lace that adorned them. When I saw her at school, I always thought of that line in the song "Let me tell you bout the way she looks, the way she acts, her voice so soft and cool, her eyes so clear and bright". She was a collector, but wasn't showy about it. They were there at her beck and call. Soon I would be one of them. One day after breakfast, she called me into her room. "We really haven't gotten to know each other. I thought maybe we could chat a little to start." She said in a matter of fact voice. She usually came down to breakfast in her robe (she had several beautiful nylon robes, and, I presumed, ok, fantasized, matching gowns underneath). Something told me she had something in mind. This kind of girl is always in control and if she does something like this, its because she wants something you can provide. I followed her into her room ( I was already dressed and ready to go) while we chatted about common teachers, the ones we liked and the ones we didn't. Our likes and dislikes matched very well. She sat at her vanity, which was separated from the rest of the bedroom by a screen. On the back of the chair in her room was the slip I presumed she would wear that day. Seeing it, I caught my breath. It was ivory with antique lace on the bodice and the hem. The ivory colored nylon was, I could tell before I ever touched it, very silky. It was beautiful, and obviously very expensive. I could not resist. I walked easily over to the chair and placed my hand on the back , touching the fabric. It was incredibly filmy and silky. My fingers continued their exploration as we chatted. She asked me if I thought a couple of the female teachers were hot (they were) and she told me of the male ones she thought were hunks. She also critiqued the pretty female teachers (she shouldn't wear that color, wears the wrong kind of bra for her breasts, etc.). By now I was running my hand over the silky nylon and even burying my hand in it. I didn't know it but she could see my every move from the vanity mirror. Quietly she got up and came around the screen and, with a little expression of surprise said "I see you like my slip." "I, uh, er, didn't mean any harm." "No harm done. Go ahead. Check it out. It's my favorite. Its beautiful and I love wearing it. Its so silky it is a shame to have to wear anything under it," she taunted. I hesitated. Smiling, she picked it up by the straps and held it against her so I could see the whole slip. She was right. It was beautiful and I fantasized how it would feel against my skin. "Check it out," she said again "Feel it inside and out. The lace is lined in nylon so there is nothing touching skin above the hem but silky fabric. See?" She took my hand and guided it inside the bodice, taking my fingers to the cups that held her firm 36C breasts. She drug the skirt of the slip over my arm and pulled the slip around my neck by the straps. "Don't you love the feel of it? It's okay to admit it. Your body, or certain parts of it anyway, have already answered that. Go ahead, tell me." "Yes, I like it," I nervously replied as the nylon snaked around my neck.. My eyes closed in ecstasy. As her hand brought the skirt up to my check she asked teasingly, "Would you like to sleep with it tonight?" She laughed and told me to leave so she could finish getting dressed. In school that day, every time she passed me in the hall, she would flash me a glimpse of the slip. I was glad she didn't get the chance while I was on the way to Gym class. There would have been no hiding the erection in the locker room. The chess club had a late meeting that day, as it usually did on Fridays. It was a rainy evening and by the time I walked home, I was soaked. As I walked in the kitchen door, she greeted me. "Hi, you're home kinda late," she said. " And you are soaked to the skin. Go upstairs and get out of those wet clothes. You have time for a shower. Mom and your dad are out for the evening, and I felt like cooking, so I gave Maria off. Eggs and Hash ok? And a movie afterward." "Sure," I replied. I noticed that she'd changed from her school clothes into her PJs. As I looked, I felt the stirring in my loins. Baby blue nylon pajamas with lace trim. The blouse of the pajamas was pulled tight around her breasts. Nice. The matching robe was draped over a stool at the breakfast bar. I couldn't tell but it looked like there was something else under the robe. I was to find out later. I was glad to get out of the wet, cold clothes and into the hot shower. It washed away most of the tension of the day. Out of the shower, as I dried off, I decided to follow Faye's lead and put on my PJs, planning on an early bedtime unless a good flick was on. Back downstairs and in the kitchen just as she finished serving the two plates of eggs and hash. "Just in time," she says. "I'm hungry. I hope you made plenty," I replied. As we sat down, our eyes met. I smiled and looked down, slightly nervous. She smiled in return to mine but it said something more. "I hope I didn't embarrass you this morning with that slip thing," she started. "I noticed you admiring it and only wanted to satisfy your curiosity, and be open with you." I blushed. "Well, I ah, was, am a little nervous about it," I replied. "No need to be. Why do you think they make lingerie so pretty? It's not just for women. Men like seeing it too," she said. " Some men like feeling it as well, " she giggled, looking at him mischievously. "Seriously, there is nothing wrong with a guy liking lingerie. You needn't be nervous about it, especially with me. I understand." "Well, umm, its just that its been a private thing with me," I said. "Do you just enjoy looking and touching, or are there other things you enjoy doing with a slip?" Was this woman spying on me or what. I felt like she already knew the ultimate pleasure a slip gave me. Maybe she knew of the two that I had stashed away in my room. By now dinner was done and we were cleaning up the kitchen, rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. I hadn't answered her and as we finished, she grabbed both my hands and held them, her blue eyes locked onto mine, melting me . "Be honest with me. I want to be a very good friend to you. Answer my question." "What do you mean?" I tried to sound as if I didn't know what she was talking about, and looking away. "Do you enjoy masturbating with slips?" Her gaze holding, she freed one hand and turned my face toward her. There was no getting around that. I nodded, with my head down. "I thought so. You just enjoyed the caress of that slip this morning too much to not have done that before." She'd let go of my hand as she said this and picked up the robe and put it on. When she picked up the robe, I saw what was under it and my heart came up in my throat. It was the slip. As the nylon robe swirled around her in the final throws of wrapping and tying it, she retook my hands. "Its ok, there is no reason for shame or embarrassment. All guys do it. Some do it with lingerie." She picked up the slip and keeping my hand in hers, led me toward the TV room. "I have picked a special movie for us to watch. I hope you like it. It's Body of Evidence." We sat down on the leather sectional and she grabbed the remote to start the film. I was on the end with the arm and she sat next to me, facing me with her legs curled up under her. "Would you like to feel the slip some more?" as she said this, she held up the slip in one hand by the straps. The nylon shimmered in the soft light. I could not answer, but just stared at the slip. She reached over when it was obvious I could not answer and untied the tie on my bathrobe and pulled the robe open. "That would be 'yes' ", as she then unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my chest. I watched as her hand carried the object of my passion to my bear chest. At first she just drug it across my stomach and chest, only the lace touching, then more of it with each pass until the full length of the slip drug across my stomach and chest. Then she drug the slip by the straps up my torso and around my neck. I cooed as the silky fabric snaked its way around me. I was beginning to respond to the nylon as I felt my cock harden with each caress. A smile came across Faye's face as she saw my pajama pants begin to "tent". "Doesn't that feel good? Here, let me spread the slip out over your body so you can feel more of it," as she adjusted the slip and rubbed it all over my chest and up to my cheek. I leaned into the caress and buried my face in the fabric, kissing the nylon in her hands. She smiled and gave me a wink. As she pulled the slip around my neck and down my body, she gathered it and laid it cross-ways on my belly, just above the waist band of my PJs. She spread the skirt of the slip full width and it covered me from just below the shoulders to just above the waist band. Her fingers massaged my nipples through the nylon until they were rock hard. "Do you want to feel this some more? May I unsnap your pants and let your cock free?" I nodded. "I want you to say it. Tell me you want me to undo your pants. Tell me you want to feel this slip all over your body. Tell me and I will do it." Her smile is almost demanding and cruel, yet how could I resist? Instead of telling her to unsnap them, my hands travel down and pull the snaps to the waistband and fly apart, exposing the quickly hardening member. "Please, let me feel it against my thighs and cock." I plead. "Very good. Now stand up." As I do as she commanded, my PJ pants fall to my ankles. Still holding the slip, she slides the shirt off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. Then she takes her robe off and pulls it around behind me. "Put this on. It will keep your naked flesh from sticking to the couch," she tell me as she helps my arms into the sleeves. It feels so good, the nylon against my back, my butt, my legs. I start to wrap the robe around me. "No, leave the robe open so I can get to you with the slip. Sit back down." I did as commanded. The couch was one of those with recliners built in, and as I settled in, she hit the button and I leaned back, reclining. By now I am fully hard, and as I sit, my stiff shaft sticks straight up. She lets the slip cascade down, holding by the straps and repeats the earlier process, only lower. My cock quivers at the feel of the nylon as it slides along my shaft and across the head. "Well, well, what have we here?" she asks as a clear honey textured liquid appears on the head of my cock. Her index and middle finger of her right hand travel across the head, collecting the large droplet and brings it to her lips. As her tongue licks the liquid off her fingers she purrs. "MMMMMMM, very nice. Have you ever tried it? No? Then I think it is time." With that her fingers move back down to my cock, down to the base. Quickly and expertly her fingers find the grove and begin the milking process that will bring more pre-come to the surface. Again she collects it with two fingers but this time, they travel to my lips, not hers. "Taste it, sweetie. I promise it won't hurt you," as she applies the liquid as if it is lipstick. As my tongue traveled across my lips I tasted the slightly salty liquid. "That wasn't so bad", I thought. She must have read my mind, as she asked "That didn't taste too bad, now did it?" She smiled as her hands came down across my body, caressing the slip against me until they stopped at the lace hem just above the cylindrical object she'd just milked. She pulled the hem of the slip down so that it now lay on me just about the position it would be if I were wearing it. Her hands smoothed out the nylon and she copped a feel as her hands traveled upward to finish the arranging. My breathing by now was pretty heavy and with each breath the nylon caressed me. It felt wonderful. Very lightly, her right hand traveled back down to the bulge in the nylon. She wrapped her fingers delicately around it, gathering the nylon as she went. Then her left hand joined the right. Together, one on each side, they began a slow, very slow stroke, first down then up. After a few strokes, she moved one hand down between my legs and cupped my sacks in the silky fabric, then gently massaged them. I arched my back in pleasure trying to match her rhythm. Then she stopped, looking at me with a gleam in her eyes. "Do it for me," she said, "Let me see how you stroke yourself." With that, she reached to my sides and took my hands, placing them where hers were only a moment before. She noticed the small wet spot on the tip of the mound and pulled the slip off, exposing a shaft oozing pre-cum. "Just pretend I'm not here and enjoy yourself with the slip." She settled back a little but her nylon cover thigh was still against mine. I obeyed. After all, it was what I wanted and we both knew it. My hands traveled down the slip caressing my body as they went down, then to the inside of my thighs, gently rubbing the nylon and enjoying it, eyes closed. My hands inched their way up my inner thighs and I cupped the sacks that had a few minutes ago been in her loving care. Then both wrapped around the cylindrical shaft covered in nylon and began a slow stroke up then down. I felt her shift slightly and opened my eyes. She had unbuttoned her pajama top and it was open. One hand was inside massaging her breast. Her mouth was slightly open. She was turned on. With that, I reached up with one hand to feel those magnificent C cup boobs. She brushed my hand away. "Look, but don't touch. Remember, I'm not here," as she opened the shirt the rest of the way for me to see. They were beautiful, full and hard. I ached to touch them, kiss them, suckle from them. I could feel the orgasm building as my breath quickened and my hands moved slightly faster with a sense of urgency. "Stop. I don't want you to cum yet. …. I said stop." With that she grabbed both my hands. "Let me see if I have this right," and her hands drop mine and replace them on the nylon cylinder just below my waist. She just held it in her hands, letting the passion subside. After a few minutes her hands slowly moved, almost tickling in their touch. "Tell me if I am doing this right. I want to learn how to do this." Was she kidding? She could give me lessons. "That's, uh, just fine, Faye" I said breathlessly. She was just using her finger tips with a light touch that sent electric like sensations through me, then just her fingernails, racking the full length of my shaft, then back to the full hand. Her other hand had dropped between my legs, gathered a handful of the slip, and cupped my sacks, massaging them gently. "Are you sure I am doing this right? I mean, I want it to be good for you but I am not sure," she taunted, smiling. I was too far-gone to stop this time and she knew it. I couldn't talk, I couldn't focus on anything but the pleasure and the rising orgasm. I started thrusting to meet her downward stroke. She molded her hand around my cock to ensure as much of the slip as possible was stroking me, her other hand massaging my sacks with a matching rhythm. Her eyes dancing with delight, a smile on her lips. AHHHH, AHHHH, as the first waves of the orgasm hit, followed by the feeling of my cum starting it journey to the waiting nylon. Lost in the passion of the moment, I "grayed out" and simply pumped what seemed like ever bit of fluid in my body into the slip. Finally, I relaxed, spent. She gently continued stroking to make sure she got all of it, even milking me of the last drop. "Wow," she said, "That was something. I've seen guys getting laid that didn't cum that hard. I guess I did do it right, huh?" She was still gently massaging my cock with the slip. It twitched in her hand. "There is nothing I can teach you," I said "Still," she said, "We need to explore this and take it as far as it can go. That's enough for tonight, but I want you to sleep in my robe. Bring it to me in the morning. Better yet, I will wake you in the morning and you can give it to me then. You better be wearing it when you get out of bed. And I will FULLY understand if it's wet." She smiled, kissed me on the cheek, got up and picked up my pajamas, and walked out of the room. "Sleep well," she taunted over her shoulder as she left. I got up, wrapping the robe around me and tying the sash. This won't be bad at all, I thought. I had no idea how bad it would get. Cruel Intentions Ch. 02 After the session with Faye and her slip, I was hooked and she knew it. Every day before we left the house for school, she made sure I knew which slip she was wearing that day. Usually she included a touch with the peak, provided no one was around. She enjoyed teasing me and I, well, loved the feel and the intimacy of it. Occasionally I would find a slip under my pillow when I went to bed, with a short note, "enjoy". Sometimes it would say "enjoy but don't mess it up. I want to wear it tomorrow". Always when she did that, she'd tease me all through the day. One afternoon, after we got home from school, we found no one home. She decided to give me a "tour" of her slips. Fortunately, we did not get into anything heavy because we almost got caught. She invited me into her room, then opened her slip drawer. It was full of full and half slips of various colors and lengths. There were red ones, royal blue ones, light blue ones, yellow, and pink. She had me take them out and place them on her bed. She had me sit on the bed, a queen-sized four-poster. Then, one at a time, she would pick one up, let it unfold and hold it up to her for me to admire, then toss it to me to feel. I simply felt them and caressed my face with them before laying them on the bed to view her next show (I'd have loved to just get naked with them but as it turned out,....). The door to her bedroom was only partly closed and we did not hear her mom return. The door swung open as just as Faye was holding up a very pretty pale blue full slip, lace upper and a lace trimmed split on the side, against her body. She never missed a beat. "So do you think this is too long to wear with this dress?", she asked as her mom came in. "Hi, Mom, did you just get back?" "That slip will work just fine with that dress, dear. It will only show as much lace as you want it to. And Yes, I just got back from getting that new black formal for the dinner Saturday night," her mother replied, and a new black slip that was too gorgeous to resist." Then, as she turned to walk out, she looked at me, giving me that raised eyebrow look, said, "Enjoying the show?" She smiled and winked at me as she left the room. I could only hope it was a tease and not because of the bulge in my Chino's, but she didn't miss much. Faye giggled at my obvious discomfort (I blushed I guess), and continued the show, though making sure she could be seen folding the slips I'd already examined, as if she were simply re-arranging the drawer. The last one was a black half-slip. It had a very full skirt and as she modeled it for me she told me she wore it with her full skirt when she went out dancing because she like twirling, and showing a little lace. She tossed it to me and I gleefully checked it out. The skirt was so full it would almost wrap around me without actually putting in on. It also had a shadow panel. The nylon, like all her slips, was very silky. I didn't know it then but was to get to know that slip intimately before the night was over. "Lets go to a movie tonight", she said with a wicked grin as she took the black treasure slowly from my hands. She always made sure when she took one from me that she dragged it across my arms. It always got a low moan from me. "I have a special movie house in mind. I'll drive." During our family dinner, Faye told her mom that she was going to help me with a research project and that we'd be going to the library after dinner. I knew what kind of research she had in mind. She went upstairs and came down with a book bag and her raincoat, as it looked like rain. I could see under the raincoat she had a stadium blanket. I wondered what she had in mind. It was a short drive to the "theatre". It turned out to be a porn store and theatre but was not in a neighborhood that made your skin crawl. Inside it was clean, with the theatre being small but the seats were comfortable. The arms between the seats rotated up out of the way, a handy feature. We moved into the last row in the center and in the middle of that row. As we settled in, I watched as Annette Haven, Leslie Bovee, Hypatia Lee and others paraded on the screen in various stages of undress before doing all the incredible things they do. I was new to this so the full impact of it was immediate. Those girls are still my favorites, even today. Faye smiled at me, obviously pleased with my reaction. She took the stadium blanket and spread it out so that it covered both our laps. She then told me "You must be uncomfortable like that. Unzip and give yourself some room." With that, she reached under the blanket to help. After helping me retrieve my hardening cock, she stroked it gently until it was nearly fully extended but not fully hard. She had placed the book bag to her side and now reached in. Even in the dim light of the theatre I saw the black slip in her hand. My cock hurried to finish hardening. She brought it under the blanket and slowly wrapped it around my cock, then drug it completely around it so that even the lace caressed it. "Do you think this slip is as pretty as the one on the screen now?" I looked up to see a brunette in a black half slip and bra working over a guy in like this slip much better" I managed to moan. Her hand was both wrapping the slip around my shaft and caressing, stroking me at the same time. "I bet", she giggled, "You'd like that one better if it was where this one is now." She pulled my face toward her and kissed me, her tongue exploring my entire mouth in a second. As she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Unbuckle your pants and slide them down so you can feel the nylon on your thighs." I unbuckled as she said, sliding down my underwear with my pants. As I did, I looked around, nervous about having my pants down in public. The theatre was not crowded, there were (I guess) the usual guys and several couples spread out through the seats. The couple closest to us was two girls sitting two rows away. They were kissing very passionately and giggling. On the screen, the brunette had shoved the guy back and mounted him still wearing the black half-slip. I had been hoping she would use the slip on him, but not this time, apparently. With what was going on in my lap, it didn't matter much. Faye had rearranged the slip so that it covered my thighs with enough nylon left to wrap around my cock. She'd turned sideways and now had both hands under the blanket, rubbing the nylon on my thighs with a very soft motion. The sensation was almost electric. Pulling the slip slightly down, she exposed my shaft, now glistening with pre-cum. Her fingers slid up my cock and collected that and the pre-cum she milked out. I felt her fingers collect what I knew was a large glob under the blanket. She brought her treasure out from under the blanket. Taunting me she licked the first of two fingers then, with a teasing, "dare you to refuse" look, she brought me the middle finger. "Taste" I parted my lips and she brought her middle finger with the liquid to my tongue. My lips closed around her fingers and the look she gave me cleared any doubt from my mind. She slid her finger into my mouth as sensuously as possible as I sucked on it. She did an in and out motion, caressing the roof of my mouth, as if she were fingering my mouth. She chuckled, really more of a snicker. Then she recovered my cock with the slip. She slid it up until the lace was over my cock then placed it in the slip, as if my cock were going to wear it. She started a gentle stroking motion, making sure that as much of the nylon as possible was encasing my shaft and my sacks. Again both hands were at work. She made sure that my cock felt every fiber of that slip. She even slid it under the shadow panel. Electric spasms began to wrack my body. Then she stopped, just looking at me while I tried to remain focused. "Not yet, sweetie," she said. "Not yet." The two girls in front of us were all over each other and the moans were clearly heard. I could see that one had her blouse off and the straps of her bra were off her shoulder. The other's head was below the top of the seat but it was easy to guess what was going on. Then I noticed the one sucking the others breasts would look up and back at us, whispering to her friend. Occasionally the other would look back at us and smile. Others in the theatre had shifted seating, sensing a live show. I didn't know if it was for girls or for us. I'd find out soon enough. My last recollection of the screen was two women had a guy pinned to a mattress or table or something. He was totally at their mercy, and they were showing none. If they were acting, it sure didn't look like it. They were really getting into tormenting and teasing him. He seemed in an agony of pleasure. I had cooled down a little by this time, but still breathing heavily. She re-spread the slip and started again. I was oblivious of the screen. It seemed like my only functioning sense was that of feel. All I could see of her were her eyes, alight with a passionate fire that at some level scared, yet entranced me. All I could feel was the nylon. She raked her fingernails up my rock hard, nylon covered cock. It was electric. I arched into it, and she repeated it. I could see the look on her face even in the darkened theatre. Her face was demonic. She was really enjoying doing this to me. Her left hand had wrapped the slip around my cock and she reached across me with her right and took my right hand and placed it around my cock, holding her hand. Fingers interlaced, we both stroked the nylon up and down my rod. Her now free hand went between my legs and I felt nylon and lace cup my sacks. She squeezed firmly but not enough to cause pain, kneading my balls. I drifted off, lost in the pleasure of our hands. By now my breathing was so heavy I was beginning to hyperventilate. My vision began to gray out and I swear I could feel every fiber of the slip. I closed my eyes and put my head back, lost in the passion. She took my left hand and placed it on top of the nylon covered pole just as my breath shortened. "Now", she said, Cum for me now. Give it all up." She breathed the words in my ear, then a light kiss and a tongue. It was like being hooked up to 220 Volts. I didn't notice when her hands left my lap. I was too far gone. The orgasm started up through my legs as my rod compelled my own hand to continue. I didn't even notice when she removed the blanket and left me, alone in my passion. Eyes closed, lost in pleasure, I continued to stroke. The first spasm shot up my rod. I felt the first glob of sperm leave my cock. First I felt the heat of it, then the wet as it gushed into the slip with a surprising amount of force. Then the second, even more shattering than the first. Then the third, just slightly less. Finally, the fourth and fifth and I was spent. Waves of ecstasy washed over me. As I started to return to some state of normal consciousness, I could hear my breathing first. As if I'd run a 200 meter sprint. Then I noticed the brightness in the room. The lights were up full, the movies over for the night. Then I was aware of the draft around my legs. Looking down, I saw my bare legs with my pants around my ankles. The slip lay in my lap, almost covered in cum, my limp cock laying in the nylon. I heard a giggle to my left and looked. The two girls in front of us were standing at the end of the row with a full view of my dilemma. The taller of the two gave me a two thumbs up sign, a smile and a wink. The other made a motion for me to lick the slip. I gave her a dirty look and quickly began dressing. She laughed mockingly then said out loud "enjoyed the show", and blew me a kiss. The others in the theatre were looking at me and the mess in my lap. How could she have done this to me? I quickly pulled up my pants, and since I was not wearing a jacket or anything, figured the best place for the slip was in my pants. A little bulky but probably no one would notice (except those two girls. Were they in my school? I couldn't remember) I walked out of the theatre as inconspicuous as possible. A cold rain had begun to fall. Outside, Faye sat in her blue Beamer waiting for me. She opened the door as I approached. With the interior light on I could see her sitting there smiling at me. I was mad and confused. "How did the movie end?" she asked in a mocking tone. When I didn't answer, she said "Well?" I mumbled that I didn't know. She said "Get in and close the door or don't get in but close the door. My upholstery is getting wet. "Where is my slip" she asked as I got in, ignoring her gaze, avoiding eye contact. "If you left it, go back for it." She added coldly. "Where it was when you left," I replied. She reached over and gave my lap a rub to check it out. Satisfied, she put the car in gear and pulled out into traffic. The trip home was quiet, until she pulled into the driveway. "Don't be mad. If you're mad then we can't do fun things anymore. You don't want that do you?" I didn't say a word but got out of the car as soon as we reached the garage. I immediately went upstairs to my room, stripped and got into the shower. The slip lay with my clothes on the floor. I must have been in there a while. When I got out I grabbed a towel and began drying myself. "You need to get over the mad. It will only tear you up." I pulled the towel from my face and looked in the mirror. She was standing behind me in a long blue/silver gown with a very full skirt, lace bodice and spaghetti straps over the shoulder that crisscrossed over her bare back. The sight was stunning. I shuttered. "What next?" I thought. She took the towel and dried my back, then my stomach and worked down to my cock and balls. She was very gentle and thorough, and finished my legs. Then she dropped the towel, stepped up and put her arms around me from behind, molding her nylon-covered body to me. Picking up the skirt of the gown in each hand, she wrapped it around my thighs and began caressing them, slowly working to my cock. I wanted her to quit and leave but she knew better. My cock was betraying me as it started to harden even before she let it feel the gown. First, she cupped my sacks with the gown in her hand then proceeded up to the rapidly hardening object of her attentions. "Are you over being mad?" she queried as her hand expertly stroked me so that I felt that oh so silky gown and my will power started to fold. She waited. "Tell me you aren't mad anymore so I can forgive you." She whispered in my ear, lips just touching and teasing, then the tongue. What? She made a spectacle of me and wants me to ask forgiveness for being mad? The silky gown continued its journey up and down my shaft while her other hand used more of the skirt on my leg and belly. "Tell me you are sorry for being mad" as her hands guided the gown in its seduction of me. "Tell me or we can't play like this anymore." I was fully erect and even throbbing. My will power dissolved. "I'm sorry I got mad at you. I don't want this to stop." She turned me around and smiled a wicked smile. "Good, that wasn't so hard, was it? And I forgive you for being mad." And with that, quickly milked my rock-hard cock of a large amount of pre-cum and brought it to my lips, feeding it to me, followed by a quick kiss, tongue probing. "Good Night" she said, stepping around the pile of clothes on the floor. The slip was on top. She looked down and smiled, adding "maybe I should have stayed and watched the eruption. Looks like you enjoyed it," and walked out of the room. She looked back just before she exited. "Bring me the slip in the morning. Be naked under your robe and bring it to me in the laundry room." She knew I would obey. It would get worse, much worse. * * * Cruel Intentions Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Step Mom Discovers My Fetish The morning after the "theatre episode" I did as Faye had instructed. I got up about 7:30, took off my pajamas and donned my robe. I took her black half-slip, now stiff from our "playtime" the night before and put it inside my robe. I headed down stairs and into the kitchen. Both Nikkie (Veronica's nickname) and Faye were there, both dressed and ready for the day. Both greeted me with smiles and "Good Morning". Nikkie was busy compiling a shopping list. Faye had that special smile on her face she gets when she knows she has someone over a barrel or in a potentially embarrassing position. She finished loading the dishwasher and said, "Oh, you need that shirt today you asked for. Its in the laundry room. I was ironing it. Come on and I will finish it for you." The laundry room was almost a safe distance from the kitchen and we entered it. She half-way closed the door but left it uncomfortably open for me. She was between the door, and me so I was stuck. When (not if) she started something, we could be caught very easily. I had no doubt she'd come off innocent and I'd be the one explaining. "Well?" she asked softly, then reached for the tie on my robe. I pulled out the slip before she could untie me in an effort to maintain some modesty and control. She took the slip, smiling and clucking as she first appraised it then dropped it into the washer, already loaded with dark nylon lingerie, but not started. "Want to see mom's new slip she was so proud of yesterday?" With that, her hand came out of the washer with the slip by the straps. It was stunning. The nylon shimmered in the light, begging to be touched. I could tell it would hit Nikkie just above the knee, starting with three inches of beautiful ornate lace. There was a lace trimmed 6 inch split on the side. The skirt was slightly flared. The bodice was mostly nylon with lace trim. There was lace around both the breast cups, but not over them. It accented them nicely. I fantasized about how Nikkie would look in it. Faye, seeing my eyes widen, reached over with her free hand and pulled the tie on my robe. As the tie fell back and the robe opened, her gaze dropped to my already stirring cock. She then lowered the slip so the straps were about waist high in front of me and reached over so it was against me, then pulled it up slowly. As if commanded, my cock rose with the travel of the nylon against it. As her hand got even with my face, she gathered the slip and caressed my face with it, then pulling it around my neck. As she pulled it around she backed up a step. It felt so good. She held it up in front of her, modeling it. "What do you think? Do you like it? Do you want it? You know you can't." As pretty as Faye was, that slip was her mom, not her. I told her. She pouted not totally in mock anger and said "Eat your heart out. You'll never know that pleasure." As she dropped the slip back in the washer, I started to close my robe, figuring the tease was over for the morning. It wasn't. She picked up a pink waltz gown out of the basket on the floor, pulled open my robe and pressed the silky nylon against me. "I was really mean to you last night wasn't I? Let me make it up to you." With that, both hands began rubbing that pink nylon against me. Her left hand rubbing my nipples with the nylon while the right paid rapt attention to my crotch. She worked quickly, the nylon encasing my sacks with her expert touch, kneading them just so till that feeling of electricity started coursing through me. Then both hands worked the nylon in my lap. Her right hand shifted, wrapping the nylon around my cock and stroking it, while her left worked my sacks and thighs. Precum oozed out in short order. She felt it wet the gown and unwrapped my cock so she could see it, then milked me into the gown. "You have no idea how much I enjoy doing this to you." I wanted to reply but all I could do was moan. She shushed me then a light kiss. "Quiet" she said, almost laughing. I was close to cumming and she knew it. Again I saw that sparkle in her eyes and the demonic look on her face. "FAYE, Would you look in the freezer and see if we have a roast for tomorrow?" Her mother called from the kitchen. It scared me but only mildly startled Faye. "Just a minute, Mom." And with that walked out of the laundry room and across the hall to the upright freezer. There was nothing to do but finish myself. It didn't take long. "Yes Mom there is a roast there. Do you want me to get it out?" "Yes dear, put it in the sink so it can defrost." Faye grabbed the roast and turned around. She stood there looking at me with an expectant look. I came just as we made eye contact, the nylon caressing my thighs as my hand stroked my nylon-covered shaft. My knees almost buckled. She smiled and made a motion for me to stay as I was. I was still cumming. What did she expect? She quickly put the roast in the sink and said a few words to her mom, then returned to the laundry room just in time to reach down and milk the last of my cum into the gown. Then she cleaned me up, making sure the last clean up stroke was with dry nylon on my shaft, and dropped it into the basket. "Ok" she said loudly enough for her mom to hear but not so loud as to be obvious, "here is your shirt." She then retied my robe for me, smiled and copped a feel as I turned to leave with the shirt. I had given no thought to the gown that had just had me even though I hadn't seen her wearing it before. I should have. The next time I saw it were the worst moments of my life. I went upstairs and got dressed, came down and got a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Nikkie asked what were my plans for the day. I told her I was going over to my friend's house and help him with his car, a mint condition 65 GTO. I was really looking forward to it. I got back late that afternoon and was really in need of a shower. I could hear noises coming from the kitchen as I went upstairs. Nikkie asked from the Kitchen "Ken, is that you?" I replied that it was and that I needed a shower before anything else. I didn't know it at that moment, but the relationship with my step mother was about to change dramatically. The shower in my room was a really good one, lots of water, lots of pressure. I reveled in it for almost half an hour, scrubbing away all the grease and dirt from the day under the car. My skin was red from scrubbing. The big terrycloth towel felt good as it dried up all the water from the shower. I never heard her enter my room. Drying my hair and face, I walked into the bedroom naked. I didn't see her right away. As I brought the towel down from my face, I smelled her perfume before I actually saw her. Nikkie was sitting in the easy chair in the corner of my room, her long legs crossed. She was wearing a black long sleeve nylon tricot jump suit, high heels and jewelry. The jump suit was unbuttoned enough to show cleavage. I could tell she was braless but did have panties on. The effect was stunning. She sat there studying me as I pulled the towel in front, wrapped it around and tucked it in. "Its time we have a talk," she said, eyes locked on mine. "Uh, ok." I was off-guard at finding her in my bedroom and her seeing me naked. "What would you like to talk about?" I asked, trying to regain some composure, and not being very successful. "Tell me the meaning of this." She said sternly, then held up the pink gown that Faye had taken me with that morning, the cum still wet on it. "Did you think I wouldn't find it? Did you think I wouldn't notice or if I did, I wouldn't know what it was?" I looked down at the floor. I knew I was turning red with embarrassment and shame. There was simply no way out of this. All I wanted at that moment was for aliens to abduct me right out of the room. "I know guys, especially guys your age, masturbate. Those that say they don't are lying. Most guys do it to Playboy or the like. Tell me why you used my gown." She continued, "you weren't by yourself in that laundry room long. You must have planned to do this." I stood in silence, head down, hoping for that abduction, or at least the floor to open up and swallow me. The truth would not work. She wouldn't believe me and probably slap me silly. "Do you have the hots for me? Is that it?" She uncrossed her legs, stood up and walked over to me, dropping the gown on the foot stool. The faint smell of her perfume became stronger. It was hypnotic. The fear was still there but something else began to emerge. It was that funny feeling that hits before arousal starts. "Or do you like the feel of the nylon?" She lifted my head by the chin and looked into my eyes. My lower lip was trembling. I could not say anything. The pleading in my eyes must have told her all she needed to know. She smiled and the stern look almost left her face. "Which is it? Me or the gown?" How could I tell her I didn't even know it was her gown? How could I tell her that yes, I was turned on by her? "Ok if you won't speak, then we'll find another way." Her hand came up to the tucked in portion of the towel. I reached in panic to stop her. "You have two choices at this point," she said with that raised eyebrow look. "One I don't think you will like. The other, well... we'll see. Your first choice is to show me what you did with this gown. I know what you did, now I want to see you do it. The other choice is to explain to your father when he gets home what your sperm is doing on my nightgown. Make your choice. Since you are speechless at the moment, simply take your hand away from mine if you choose to give me a show." I dropped my hand. "Good choice. This will be a lot more fun than the other choice." She then tugged the edge of the towel and it came undone, falling to the floor. She brought up the hand that had just released the towel and left me naked in front of her, and holding my cheek, reached over and kissed me. Her perfume continued to fill my lungs and weaken me. "Now, lets have a look at you," she said as she looked down and cupped my almost semi-hard cock in her hands. "That is going to be nice when it gets fully hard." She turned around and picked the gown up off the foot stool, then turned to face me. "I think it's mostly the nylon, but I think you like me too. Am I right? I saw the look in your eyes when I walked in on Faye's slip show with you the other day. You clearly liked what you were seeing. I could tell you were dying to touch, to feel those slips." She caressed my cheek with the gown. The wet spot on the gown was so close I could smell my sperm even over her perfume. The silky nylon sent those feelings coursing through me. I gasped and my erection became even harder. My erection was now horizontal and she stepped up to me so that we were touching, body to body. I could feel her breasts against me and felt my cock slide in between her nylon cover thighs. She squeezed her thighs together and I moaned. She giggled. Again she kissed me, then pulled back slightly to study me. As I started to put my hands on her waist she intercepted them with her own and pressed the gown into them. Then she stepped back, separating from me completely. "Enough of that for now. You made your choice and you are certainly ready." Her voice got very husky and her eyes got almost smoky. "Show me what you did to my gown. Show me how you handle that fine cock of yours. Share your most private act with me." She pushed the foot stool out of the way and pulled me closer to the easy chair then she sat down to watch. Compelled to obey, on fire with passion for her from her kiss and feeling the nylon work on me, I began. I wrapped my cock and balls in the nylon and began stroking. She stopped me. "Unwrap the head of your cock. I want to watch you cum. I want to watch your cum poor into my gown," her voice thick with passion, her breathing getting heavy. I obeyed. I was getting really turned on about this. Letting her watch me jack off into her gown was a total turn on. As I stroked I knew it wouldn't be long. I felt the electric sensations starting sending shock-like sensations down my shaft with each stroke. Nikkie leaned forward to watch every action, every detail. She looked up at me briefly, her lips parted. She seductively licked her lips. "Ken?" and the door opened. It was Faye. She stood there for a moment, taking in the sight before her. "Mom, Why is Ken standing naked in front of you rubbing his penis with your nightgown?" She even had the cool to act totally surprised. "Its called masturbation, dear. All guys do it. Stick around and watch. He's really into this." I was beyond stopping, even for a surprise like this. Besides, it wasn't anything new to Faye, in spite of what she just said to her mother. "Um Mom, I'd be care..." but her warning was too late. "uuuuhhhhhh! Oh" The first rope of cum lept into the air as if fired by a gun. It hit Nikkie on her right cheek. The next rope landed on the inside of her right breast, standing out clearly against the black nylon of her jump suit. The third and fourth landed on the inside of her right thigh. "-full, he's a heavy cummer," she finished. "We'll get back to just how you knew that in a moment. First, he has a mess to clean up," Nikkie said in a mixture of pleasure and anger. She then dipped a finger into the rope on her cheek and brought it to her lips. "Nothing like teenage cum." As I brought the gown up to clean up, she stopped me. "Not with the gown. I want you to lick it up. Start with my thigh. Hurry before it soaks in." I stood, speechless. "Oh come on. There is nothing to be afraid of. Every guy need to know the taste of his own semen. Get on your knees and lick it off my thigh." I dropped to my knees and she pulled me between her legs, guiding my head to her thigh. "Go on, or I'll give the gown to your dad." I licked. A slight salty taste but not too bad. I licked some more, moving higher with each lick. She brought her other thigh up and caressed my cheek with it before draping her leg over my shoulder, and gently rubbing. It was all the encouragement I needed. I finished and even sucked the fabric to get it all, and finishing by kissing her thigh. She noticed and as I looked up gave me a smile and a squeeze. "Now my breast." This time I didn't hesitate. Her nylon covered breast was firm on my face. The rope was on the inside so I got to snuggle a little between both breasts while I licked. I worked around and got to her nipple and began to suck. There was no sperm there but her nipple was very hard and seemed to beckon me. She placed her fore finger and thumb under my chin and pushed me back. "That's enough of that for now. You still have this big batch on my cheek. I want you to scoop it up with your tongue but don't swallow it. Share it with me in a kiss." My tongue went after that rope with a vengeance. I licked up the whole thing in one pass. She turned my head to her, "Kiss me, give me your cum." My tongue was sliding into her mouth before our lips made contact. She put her hand around the nape of my neck and held me while she literally sucked the liquid from my tongue. Once that was done, she concentrated on the kiss itself, and I found myself the recipient of the most passionate kiss I'd ever gotten. It left me gasping for breath, as we broke almost a minute later. "Now, back to you, Sissy "(her nickname for Faye). "How did you know he is a heavy cummer?" Faye studied her mom. She was seeing her in a new light. She liked what she saw. "Oh Mom, I can't lie to you. I was going to give him to you as a plaything. I have been training him for a while now. The sperm on the gown was my idea. I did him this morning in the laundry room. I figured you'd find it and explode. I didn't realize the outcome would be this good. I really enjoyed watching you in action." "Thank you, dear, for both the compliment and the new plaything. I am glad you enjoyed watching. Its obvious he enjoyed giving us a show. Since it is obvious I can't teach you the basics about sex, is there anything I can teach you?" I had gone over to my bed to sit, still holding the gown. I listened in disbelief. I had become a sex slave to these two. Unconsciously, I cuddled the gown and spread it over my naked body as I sat and listened to them. Rubbing the nylon on my thighs, I pondered my fate. Then Faye spoke. "Yeah, Mom, there is something. I would like to explore orgasm denial," looking at me with that devilish sparkle in her eyes. "Orgasm denial, huh? That's a great idea. I haven't done that to a guy for a long time. I guess we will have to do that another time, huh?" "No Mom, we won't. He recovers quickly. Look, he is already playing with the gown again. He'll be hard as a rock in a few minutes, especially if we help him." She then turned around with her back to me. "Unzip me, Ken" I pulled the zipper down past her waist and reached up to slide the dress from her shoulders. She was wearing the slip she first used on me. "He likes this slip a lot" she said, then commanded me to unhook her bra. After I had done that she turned around and pushed me back on the bed and climbed on. Her mother went around the other side of the bed and climbed on. As they got comfortable with me sandwiched between them, Nikkie said "Don't worry, sweetie. We'll let you cum... eventually." Then they both laughed. Cruel Intentions Ch. 04 Chapter 4: I Meet Valerie The weather was turning warmer as spring approached. This Saturday morning was beautiful and warm enough to open the windows. As usual, dad was on the golf course, gone for the day. I had slept late and by the time I got up everyone was apparently gone. Since the episode with Faye and Nikkie, they had pretty much ignored me. I guess Faye had learned her lesson well (at my expense and pain) since I was not "called upon" to be a teaching aid again. They flirted and teased whenever they got the chance, but for a couple of weeks, nothing. It was a mixed blessing. I was getting horny but dreaded another session. After a quick breakfast, I got to my chores. Since we had a full time maid, except weekends, the chores were pretty minimal. Trash take-out was first on the list. I saved the master bedroom for last, thinking of checking out certain items of clothing. Nikki had worn a gown last night that almost had me hard from the minute I saw it. I definitely wanted to fully examine it. Maybe, if time permitted, I'd play with it and ease the "hornies". I got all the rooms downstairs then proceeded through the rooms upstairs. Faye, as usual, had her room in tip top order. No slips or gowns out. Everything was folded and put away. I didn't want to root through her drawers because I was sure she'd notice. There would be hell to pay if that happened. I'd suffered for that once already. Collect the trash and get out. That was all there was to do there. On to the master bedroom. It's a large bedroom and dad and mom each have their own walk-in closets. I got the trash first, then went back in. Her closet door was open and I could see the gown she'd worn last night on a hook on the door. It was a light blue/silver gown that had a skirt that must have had five yards of nylon tricot in it. It was gathered in a "high waist", just below the bust line. Above that the top had a plunging neckline that stopped at the gather line. The full panels of nylon that covered the breasts could easily be pulled aside. They narrowed as they went up to become the straps. The back of the top was a full panel. I walked across the bedroom to the door that held the object of my desire. The old stirrings started in my lower stomach. I knew this hunger well. There would be no "maybe, if time permits." This gown would have me and soon. I looked inside to find the label. It read "100% Nylon Tricot, exclusive of decoration". There was no decoration. It was all nylon. I'd deliberately worn shorts today, partly because of the nice weather but also for this. I dragged the skirt of the gown against my thighs. My cock started to stir as the feeling in the pit of my stomach intensified. Then taking the skirt in my hand, I brought it up under my T-shirt across my stomach. Closing my eyes, I simply enjoyed the silky fabric against my torso. Suddenly, there was a pair of arms reaching around me, grabbing fabric and joining in the caressing, quickly moving to my nipples. I felt a pair of wet lips at my ear. "You like the feel of this gown, don't you, sweetie?" she mocked. I turned in shock to see Nikkie looking at me, a slight smile on her lips and a strange look in her eyes. SLAP! "That is for not asking permission to use this gown," she said and after a pause added, "Now that's out of the way, where were we?" I stood there, totally stunned. I hadn't believed she would have ever done anything like that. It was the first of many surprises that day. "Ah, yes. We were just about nipple high," she said. She then picked up the skirt of the gown, lifted my shirt up to my shoulders and proceeded to rub the silky material on my chest with particular attention to my nipples. The shock value was tremendous. My face still tingled from the slap while my nipples were hardening to the caress of the nylon. My cock began to stir again. "Take off your clothes, NOW." Again, I was stunned. "What?" I replied. She then, with little effort, started a tear in the shirt with her nail and ripped it open. I was still in a state of shock as she slid the shirt off my shoulders. "The shorts, HURRY!" I obeyed, bending over to slide the shorts down, not knowing what would happen next. As I straightened back up, she slid the skirt of the gown over my head. Without even realizing what I was doing, I raised my arms through the holes as the gown slid down my body. The sensation almost brought me to my knees. "Now, isn't that better than trying to cop a feel with the gown still hung on the door? How does it feel? Do you like it? Tell me." I loved it. Standing there, still in shock and feeling the gown's silkiness all over my body was intense. Even just breathing caused the gown to caress me. My cock continued its journey to full erection. I finally managed to respond, "Yes, it feels very good. I've never felt it like this before." She looked me in the eye, then reached up with one hand and started unbuttoning her tailored dress. Four buttons and it opened like a coat. Underneath was a sight that took my breath away. She pulled open the dress to reveal a royal blue full slip with a matching uplift bra. The slip shimmered in the light. Three inches of elegant lace adorned the hem and side split. Lace came down from the top of the slip to just under her breasts. The uplift bra made it look like she was going to fall out of the top. As the dress dropped to the floor, she reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra. Without revealing anything, she slid the bra off and dropped it to the floor. Just watching her strip would have made me hard, let alone what the gown was doing to me as I watched. During the whole strip, her eyes never left mine. She stepped out of her high heels and up to me in one movement. Taking the nap of my neck in her hand, she pulled me to her and kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth like an intruder. It was not a kiss born of passion but of possession. Her tongue entered my mouth as if I were her property. Her free hand simply roamed over the gown, caressing and teasing as she held me close. I heard her muffled chuckle as I tried to kiss back. Molding herself against me, she moved like a snake. The two layers of nylon slid against each other and felt so good. Her hips began a slow gyration that caused the nylon to rub against my cock in a totally new way. Spasms of pleasure washed through my loins as I tried to match her rhythm. She broke the kiss and pulled back just far enough to allow the hand that had been roaming all over my back and hips to go to the front of the gown, just above the waist. Slowly she brought her hand to my cock, watching me the whole while and taunting me with her eyes. This was a Nikkie I never knew existed. Her hand roamed all around my lap area except my cock. She could see the begging in my eyes. "Beg. Beg me to pet your cock.." I could only moan. She laughed mockingly as she pulled me to the bed with one hand and pulled the covers down with the other. My mind raced. This is dad's bed. She is going to do me in his bed? I began to panic. She pulled me hard enough so that I landed on the bed, on my back. She was next to me in a moment. Her hand resumed its exploration of my crotch area, taking time to fully explore my nylon erection. She worked the palm of her hand over the tip. The feeling nearly drove me crazy. She threw her right leg over me and was straddling me. My panic subsided as she pressed her breasts into my face. I kissed them in adoration as she guided me to first one then the other. Rising up slightly so I could watch, she slid the straps of the slip off her shoulders, eased down the lace portion of the slip and brought her left nipple to my lips. I eagerly kissed, then licked, then sucked her breasts. Then I got the next shock. As I sucked, I tasted fluid running into my mouth. She was nursing me. She held me to her breast and I drank deeply. She whispered in my ear, "Bet you haven't been nursed in years." Then she laughed. Her hips had started a rhythmic motion up and down my shaft. Two layers of nylon between us slid, teased and tantalized. I humped back. She pulled back and reached down to fondle my cock. "My, that's a lot of pre-cum," she stated as she examined the gown directly over the head. Collecting some of the liquid, she brought her fingers up to her lips. I could see the liquid as she licked them clean. "You must be close to cumming." She lifted the gown up to my waist, then lifted her slip. "Have you ever had sex with a woman?" "N-n-no," I stammered (it was more than an answer, it was a plea not to do this). All I could think of was that my stepmother was about to lay me. Panic returned but I was powerless to prevent what was about to happen. "You won't be able to say that in just a moment." She guided the head of my cock to the lips of her womanhood, then thrust downward until she had me completely in her. I was lost in a sea of sensations. Sensory overload would pretty well describe what I was going through. She pulled the skirt of the gown up over my face and began to kiss through the nylon as her hips started the rhythmic motion. Her strokes were perfectly long enough to go from the base of my cock to the head, without letting the head come out completely. After a few minutes of this, she pulled back the skirt and brought me her left nipple this time. "Drink. Drink deep." I obeyed and sucked. The more I got, the more I wanted. She sensed I was close to cumming and stopped. She just held there, motionless, studying me as I went out of my mind. Finally after several moments, she started the rhythm in her hips again. Three more times she did this to me, bringing me to the brink, then stopping and studying me as I cooled down. The third time I noticed her eyes glazed over and she tightened every muscle in her body. Only later did I learn that was an orgasm. After the third cooling down period, she said, "Can't very well let you cum in me, can we?" She withdrew me, and placed my cock on her stomach and covered it with the slip. Then those marvelous fingers began to massage my cock with the slip. A look of victory and pride crossed her face when she felt me tense and the slip starting to get wet in her hand. I felt the orgasm rack my body like an electric shock. I think there were four spasms of cum but I couldn't count them. She kept up the stroking, giving me full release and asking, "Is it good? Are you enjoying the slip? The gown? Did you enjoy having sex with me?" She carefully reached one finger under the base of my cock and milked up the last of my cum onto her belly. I was racked with guilt, pleasure, shame, desire and wonder all at the same time. "WHAT is going on here?" A new voice in the room. I looked and did a double take. There were two Nikkies in the room. "I see you have met my twin sister, Val. Val, do you know you have just laid my step son?" "Of course, Nikkie. I planned it this way." She pulled up the slip to show her victory to her sister. There was a lot of cum. She reached down and ran her fingers over my now exposed cock and through the lake of gossamer liquid on her stomach and brought it to her lips. "MMMM. There is nothing like fresh young teenage cum" she said. Then scooping up another batch, brought it to my lips. "Here, try it" she laughed. I accepted it without hesitation, looking at the demon on top of me with more than a little fear. She laughed as she got out of bed, pulling the slip over her head. She tossed it to me and started for the shower, still collecting the cum off her belly and licking it off her fingers, as if it were icing off a cake. "I need to borrow your black slip. Have junior there wash my slip while I'm at the meeting this afternoon, uh provided you can get him out of your gown. He seems to like wearing it." "Damn it Valerie. I wish you'd quit playing with my toys." Not really knowing what to do and since no one had told me to get up, I laid there in bed with the gown caressing me with every breath I took. Even though I had just cum, it felt very silky and I wanted to respond to it. Val walked out of the bathroom naked and into Nikkie's closet. She re-emerged wearing Nikkie's new black slip. She finished dressing and ran Nikkie's comb through her hair. I sat up and started to get off the bed. As she walked out of the room, she looked over her shoulder and said to me; "I expect that slip to be washed and folded when I get back. You will present it to me and you will be naked when you do." Then she said to Nikkie, "If you decide to play, don't drain him. I will want him when I get back." She left the room. Nikkie turned and looked at me. SLAP! "That's for having sex with my sister." SLAP! "And that's for using my gown without my permission." I was numb beyond being scared anymore, and more than a little relieved. I replied, "I already got slapped for that." "She never let on, did she?" "I never had a clue it wasn't you. I knew something was different. I just couldn't figure what." "Did she nurse you?" "Yes" I answered meekly, not knowing what to say. "Oh No! There is something about her milk that is addicting. After tonight, she will simply wait for your withdrawal symptoms to appear. Then it will get really bad." "Poor thing. You must have been confused, not to mention scared" she said with just a hint of mocking in her voice. She cradled my face in her hands. She looked down at my lap. "My, you do enjoy wearing that gown, don't you, sweetie?" Her hand caressed the growing "tent" in my lap. "Unzip me." She turned around so I could reach the zipper in back. I did and as the dress opened I saw a slip I had not seen before. She slid the dress off her shoulders. As it hit the floor, she kicked off her heels and jumped up on the bed. The slip was beautiful. It was coffee colored and the lace was chocolate. The hem had three inches of lace and did not have a split. The chocolate lace around the top of the slip was about two inches in back, widening as it came around front to about three inches. There was an accent of lace that ran under her breasts and tied in with a run of lace between her breasts. The nylon was a heavy type that didn't bunch up and stayed wrinkle-free. It was silky but not filmy. The ribbon straps slightly wider than found on less expensive slips. Everything about it said it was a high quality slip and must have cost well over $100. She could have worn it as a dress. I relished the thought of feeling that slip against me, even if it meant more denial training. "You heard her. I can't let you cum but I do want to play. You probably don't want to take the gown off yet anyway. And besides, a little teasing and you'll be in good shape for when she comes back." She leaned over and kissed me. The kiss was one of possession but loving possession. She gave as much with the kiss as she took. Her hands roamed over my nylon-covered body, gently caressing. I surrendered to the feeling and relaxed, laying back. Our tongues entwined and caressed. I put my arms around her and unhooked her bra. As she broke the kiss she looked at me and smiled, allowing me to take the bra off her. She looked down to my lap to admire the work her hand had accomplished. The smile on her face told me she was pleased. I felt her hand continue to stroke my shaft in slow easy motion that let me fully enjoy the fabric of this incredible gown. I knew what to expect. She had done this to me when teaching Faye about orgasm denial. Just so close then a well placed finger would stop the built up. "We are going to have quite an evening with you." I thought to myself this could be Heaven, this could be Hell - "Hotel California", the Hollies. Cruel Intentions Ch. 05 I had tried to have a normal life in spite of what my stepfamily was doing to me. I tried dating but that was even short-circuited. Bonnie, a pretty girl with a terrific body and nice personality and I had hit it off in school and I finally asked her for a date. She agreed and suggested dinner and a movie. I readily agreed, with fantasies of wild passion to follow dinner. At least that was the fantasy. Faye had seen me talking to her and in her usual style, started asking questions. I told her we had a date. To my surprise, Faye thought that was an excellent idea and suggested that she cook dinner for the three of us, and then we could go to whatever movie we liked. I was suspicious but could not poke any holes in the idea. I knew Faye could cook. Friday would be perfect, she'd told me. The folks would be out again for the evening, it was the help's night off and it would just be the three of us. She said she had not met Bonnie but wanted to, and this would provide a perfect setting. Friday arrived and I was looking forward to the evening. As I started out the door to go get Bonnie, Faye called to me. "Here, why don't you use my Beamer" as she tossed me the keys. That sure beat my old Chevy. I had no problem accepting the offer. As I got in the car and started it, I wondered why she was going out of her way on this. This was unlike her. It was a short drive to Bonnie's house in an upper middle class neighborhood that was walking distance to the school. She answered the door as I knocked. I told her Faye was cooking for us and that she wanted to meet Bonnie. She told me her parents were out for the evening and would not be home till late and that she had no set curfew. I thought how perfect everything was coming together. On the drive home, she sat close to me, at least as close as the floor shift in the Beamer would permit. She placed her hand on my thigh and as I looked to see if she was fastened in, she gave me a smile that said volumes. She even arched her back as if to stretch, but was really just to show off her 36C breasts beneath a silk blouse. I imagined what it would be like to unbutton that blouse. As we started to drive, once we were in fourth gear, Bonnie took my hand off the shift knob and placed in on her thigh. Her skirt had ridden up so my hand felt her nylon covered thigh and I almost jerked it back. She held it in place, and gave me a wink. Her slip had not ridden as high as her skirt and I could tell it was a very good one, white with about three inches of lace. I figured her for a full slip girl but wondered what I'd find later. The material above the lace shined in the soft light from the cars instruments. I ached to touch it but thought I better not push things too far for right now. Her perfume was filling the car and I was enjoying filling my lungs with it as we drove. She had me in the palm of her hand and we hadn't even gotten to the house yet. I pulled up to the front of the house and got out to open the car door for her. When I opened the door, I was greeted with legs, long silky legs. Her skirt was hiked up to her crotch (tell me it wasn't on purpose) and she swung them out to the pavement. As I took her hand and helped her to her feet, she gave me that "Like what you see?" looks. I opened the door to the house and was greeted by the heavenly smells of Faye's cooking. She liked to do Northern Italian and it made the house smell wonderful. I brought Bonnie back to the kitchen and introduced the two to each other. In a few minutes it seemed that they were hitting it off fairly well, so I got the wine ready for dinner. Bonnie jumped right in and found ways to make herself useful and in no time the three of us were all getting along famously. We decided to eat at one end of the dinning room table. Since the veal had to simmer for about 30 minutes we adjourned to the living room for some small talk and a drink before dinner. Our folks didn't want us drinking hard liquor but had not problem with wine, so I served a nice white wine that would also go with the veal. There were two sofas in the living room forming a conversation group. I sat on one and Faye across from me on the other. I was surprised when Bonnie sat down next to Faye but really didn't think a whole lot of it other than that. Their conversation became very animated and there was a lot of casual touching going on between them. I was still not alarmed. Had I known what was coming, I would have had cause to be. Dinner was soon served and we found ourselves at the dinning room table. It was very intimate with all three of us at one end, complete with candles. I sat at the end with the two girls on either side of me. As I ate, I felt a nylon-clad foot rubbing my calf on both sides. I wondered if either girl knew what the other was doing. The three of us killed two bottles of white wine by the time we finished dinner. It was just enough to loosen things up a bit. Bonnie was complementing Faye on her cooking when Fay said "Ken knows how to make the best Parfait you have ever eaten. You will absolutely love it and it will finish this meal just perfectly." Bonnie could scarcely contain herself. "Ken, you must make us Parfait's. PLEASE." Faye joined her in her plea. "I got all the makings for it today. Be a dear and make us one." She had that evil smile. What was she up to? I agreed, partly because of their request and partly because I wanted one too. Faye was right. It would round the meal out perfectly. "And while you are at it, put on some coffee" "Yes, coffee would be great." Well, it did give me a chance to show off a bit. The passion would be sweeter once we finally got to it. It took me about a half an hour to put together the parfaits and get the coffee going. I loaded everything on a tray and started back to the dinning room. When I got there I got quite a shock. The girls were in an embrace and I could tell were eagerly exploring each others mouth's with their tongues. Both were purring and I could see that both blouses were unbuttoned. At first they were too lost in each other to notice me and I watched with envy as my stepsister's hand caressed the lace-covered breast of my date. Yes, she wore a full slip and a half-cup bra. The straps of the slip had slid off her shoulders, allowing the slip to slide down to reveal the creamy flesh filling those half cups. It was clear to me that Faye did not seduce Bonnie. Bonnie was obviously leading the kiss. "Faye, I have wanted to kiss you like that since I first saw you in school. You are so beautiful. Your breasts are full and firm, your legs, oh I want to make love with you." Bonnie was speaking softly but I heard every word. "Wow" Faye replied, "You're not so bad yourself. And your kiss is to die for." With that she resumed the kiss. It was so hot I could feel myself beginning to stir. I managed to get the tray with desert and coffee on the table without spilling it but it was touch and go for a minute. When I put it down there was a slight clink as the china hit. They heard the clink and broke the kiss, immediately embarrassed. Then they did the oddest thing. Both acted like nothing had happened. They simply re-arranged their clothes and buttoned their blouses. "I see desert is here" Faye said, very matter of fact. "He makes it with Crème de Menthe. You will love it." Said all as if nothing had happened and I had not witnessed anything. As they sat back down at the table, facing each other, each ate the parfait in the most erotic fashion they could. Not for my benefit, for each other. It was as if I was not there. Their eyes never left each other until they were finished. After we finished desert, The girls thanked me and said, almost in unison "If you will clean up the dishes, we'll go pick a movie for tonight." With that they left the room for the entertainment room. It didn't take me long to clean up and load and start the dishwasher. I was done in about ten minutes. I was wondering what was going to happen next as I walked into the entertainment room. Both girls had taken off their skirts and blouses. Both were in beautiful full slips. Faye was wearing the ivory slip with the antique lace. I remembered the first time I saw that slip and the pleasure she gave me with it. They were talking softly and petting each other as I walked in. They turned to face me with smiles. Bonnie started. "I guess I owe you an explanation since it seems I ruined your plans for this evening. The truth is I was using you to get to meet and be close to Faye. Since I came to this school in mid term, I wanted her from the moment I saw her. You were the best way to her. Faye was next. "I thought I saw a look in your eye at school. She is so hot, isn't she, Ken?" Bonnie continued, "I guess it was mean of me to do this but I really like girls more than guys. I guess I owe you." With that, she came over, took my face in her hands and kissed me. It was electric. Even before her tongue entered my mouth I could feel the current running from her lips to mine as if she were hooked up to a generator. Then she broke the kiss. "I'm sorry but you are out of luck tonight." "Don't be so hasty, Bonnie" Faye retorted, "You and I can have some fun and so can he." "I'm not into threesomes, especially with a guy. Besides, I want you to myself. Get lost, Ken." "Oh the least we can do is let him watch. You did tease him pretty good tonight you know." "MMMMMMMM..." "Ken, strip. Bonnie, If he is naked then its an even playing field, isn't it? Except he won't have anyone to play with. I guess that means he will have to play with himself. Would you like to watch that in exchange for him watching us?" "Now there is an idea. You can eat your heart out while you watch." I started to disrobe. I knew better than to disobey her. "I've always wanted to see a guy stroke his own cock. Sounds interesting," she said with a reflective smile and a sideward glance to me. "Good, now take off your slip and give it to him." "What?" "He really likes slips. You'll see. I know you will enjoy watching as we play. He will give you a very good show and will even wash your slip when he is done so you can wear it home. Won't you, Ken?" By now I was naked on the sectional, waiting. I nodded, sheepishly. Faye then got a large quilt out of a chest and pulled the table from the middle of the pit, as they called it, a u-shaped sectional sofa with a big plasma screen TV on the far wall. She spread the quilt out and it became a king size pad. She knelt down and pulled her slip over her head then tossed it to me. Bonnie followed suit. Then Faye reached over to Bonnie and said, "Let me unhook you. It'll be like unwrapping a present." Bonnie's bra was the hook in front kind and Faye reached slowly for the clasp, savoring the anticipation. Using both hands, she slowly unhooked the top hook, then the second, licking her lips with desire. Once the second hook was unfastened, she took her time letting the bra open. She glanced into Bonnie's eyes. Both girls were aflame with desire. Her gaze returned to the present about to be revealed. Bonnie smiled when she heard Faye gasp, as her breasts were exposed. "I'd hoped you'd like them" she said, raising her hand to Faye's cheek, and gently stroking it then fondling her hair. Then her hand went around to the nape of Faye's neck, but guidance wasn't necessary. Her lips parted from the gasp, she leaned forward and gently kissed first the right nipple, then gently sucked it, then repeated the process with the left. Now it was Bonnie's turn to gasp. As Faye broke the kiss and straightened back up, Bonnie reached around behind Faye to unhook her bra. As she released the straps in back, Faye hunched her shoulders to let the bra fall free. Then Bonnie repeated the ritual Faye had done to her, taking a little more time to tongue Faye's nipples to fully erect. Faye closed her eyes and softly moaned when Bonnie's lips sucked in each nipple. As they parted, Faye said to Bonnie "We are going to have so much fun." I had taken both slips to my naked body while I was watching them. They each had their own feel. Both were of the filmy, clingy nylon that would have me quickly if I weren't careful. I had one slip in each hand and was just getting fully erect when Faye turned to me. "Let her see you, stud. Stand up so she can see you naked." I did as instructed. I had to pull my hands away from my cock to get up, so there was no use even attempting modesty. I stood with a slip in each hand at my side. My cock, now fully erect pointed in their direction, slightly above their heads. "I know you like mine. Now tell us how you like her slip. Caress yourself with it while you tell us." As she said this, Faye reached over and kissed Bonnie tenderly. I knew that kiss and could almost taste it as I watched. That was making me as hot as the nylon in my hands. I draped Faye's slip around my neck like a shawl so I could use both hands with Bonnie's slip. It was beautiful. It was white shinny, filmy Antron III nylon. It had a shadow panel in front and the lace trimming the breasts was lined with nylon tricot. I wanted to rub every inch of the slip on my belly, my thighs, and my cock. I wanted my cock to know the feel of every bit of that silky slip; even the cups that held those beautiful C cup breasts. Bonnie then pulled a couple of pillows from the sectional and propped her head up while she lied back. While Bonnie watched my show, Faye lowered her head to Bonnie's breasts and began kissing them. She spoke between kisses. "Come stand a little closer. Let her see your cock. " I obeyed. Two steps closer put me within reach of both the girls. I could see the lust in Bonnie's eyes as she watched me feeling the slip across my chest, lingering on my nipples. They hardened at the caress. My cock was standing erect, pointing up to the far end of the room. "Do you like the feel of her slip? Your nipples got hard quick when you rubbed them with it. Now down to your belly. Your cock is waiting to meet its lover. Go ahead, embrace it with the slip." She never actually looked up from exploring Bonnie's body when she said it. Bonnie watched in detached fascination as I did what Faye told me. A smile was growing on her lips. "Does a slip really turn guys on?" she asked "Some don't get the kick out it others do. But if you find a guy that does, you can make him your pet. All guys masturbate. Most guys do it to get off. But with a slip lover, you can tease for as long as you want. And if you don't want to get laid, he'll enjoy the slip just as much. Right, Ken? With a slip lover, getting there is half the fun. "OOOOOHHHHH" was all I could manage as the slip seduced me. "Come join us on the quilt and lay down between us. You know you can enjoy the slip more if you are laying down with it on you." She had me lay down between them, facing them and they facing me. As I lay down, Faye took the slip by the straps and pulled it free from my hands. It snaked around my cock as she pulled it till it was free and hanging from her fingers by the straps. Then Bonnie pulled down three more throw pillows and propped me up. After I had laid down Faye got up on her knees and draped the slip over my body, so that it was in the same position as if I were wearing it. She let go of the straps and adjusted the slip for maximum effect. Her slip, the shawl, had slid off my shoulders. She retrieved it and put it on the pillow so I would feel it on my back and neck as I lay there. Faye noticed the wet spot at the tip of the apex formed by my cock under the slip. Then she lifted the skirt of the slip and took my cock in her hands. I knew she'd milk me. She always did. She always got pleasure doing that to me. With one hand, she gently but firmly squeezed my sacks, then brought an index finger under the base of my cock in the groove that held the precum. As she brought her finger up, I could feel the precum oozing up with it, until a large drop of honey textured liquid escaped "his" lips. She collected the liquid on her fingers and with the look of one taking pleasure with a pet, brought it to my lips. My lips parted and I accepted her gift to me, sucking all the liquid from her fingers. "Good Boy, she exclaimed. I saw a smile on Bonnie's face as she watched. Faye's hand came down from my lips and caressed the slip against me all the way down my body. She knew just where to touch me. Faye continued. "I know you have never done this, Bonnie, so we'll both play with him for a while and you can learn." Then she took the hem of the skirt, the lacy part, and gently wrapped it around my cock and held it there. "You can use the lace to scratch and slightly irritate his cock. It will make it more sensitive when you switch back to the nylon. Tell her, Ken. Tell her what it feels like." I told her. It was futile to fight it. "She strokes my cock for a while with the lace, then she starts on me again with the nylon. Every stroke sends waves through me almost like a mild electric shock." To illustrate "our" point, Faye then repositioned the slip so that nylon was now between her hand and my cock. She stroked down. My body arched into it as my head went back and my eyes closed. Then she stroked up to the head. I gasped as she drug the nylon across my now very sensitive head. More precum appeared. Again, she collected it and fed it to me. "Go ahead, try it." She offered the nylon covered shaft to Bonnie. Feel his cock through it. Experiment and watch his reaction." Bonnie took my nylon-covered shaft in her hand and hesitantly at first, then catching on very quickly, full long strokes. All the while she watched me. I reacted to the downward stroke just as I had with Faye. Her touch was just as gentle. "I bet this isn't what you had in mind when you picked me up tonight," she giggled. "Having fun?" "Yes" I said as I looked in her eyes, pleading. Faye recognized my writhing as my climax building and intervened. She reached under my sacks and with one finger killed my impending orgasm and most of the erection in Bonnie's hand and slip. "Not yet, Baby. We still have things to show her," she said pursing her lips in a mock kiss. "Let him cool down for a minute then you can experiment some more" she said to Bonnie, and then reaching over, lips slightly parted, kissed her. Bonnie returned the kiss. She brought up one hand and fondled Faye's breast as if it were made of china and would break if she were rough. It was easy to see the tongues wrestling for dominance, each trying to out-please the other. Bonnie's other hand had not left my body. That hand traveled all over my belly and thighs, making the slip caress. I was quickly getting hard again. When she felt my cock rise, her hand returned to it, wrapping it in nylon and gently stroking it, as the kiss broke. She looked at me and smiled. My cock twitched in her hand and I heard her coo. As my cock returned to its original hardness, she said, "I need to try the lace thing. I want to know just how much pressure to use. Ken, you will have to tell me" she said as she shifted the slip to the lace on the breasts. It felt different in her hands. Maybe it was her touch, or maybe it was the nylon under the lace that made it more intense. "Am I holding it too tight?" Her strokes were longer and slower than Faye's and there was something else. I couldn't tell what but it seemed there was no meanness in her touch. Faye could be almost demonic, enjoying my pain. "No," I gasped. "Just right." I squirmed as I was beginning to ache from all the teasing and the scratching of the lace. She eased the lace up to my nipples and worked them until they were hard and ached as well. Then her hand wrapped the nylon around my shaft again. The first downward stroke was absolutely devastating. My body arched upward, and a stifled moan escaped my lips. She was a natural. Cruel Intentions Ch. 05 As her hand traveled back up my shaft, her thumb was in the groove and she milked me. I don't think she realized what she had done at the moment but she was very pleased with the appearance of a very large amount of precum appearing just as she brought the nylon across the head of my cock. A wet spot about the size of a half dollar appeared. She looked at it then looked up at me and smiled "That good, huh?" I could only moan in response. Faye was apparently feeling a little neglected at this point and gently took Bonnie's shoulder and turned her for another kiss. Pushing her back on her pillows, this time it was Faye's hand that found Bonnie's breasts, gently caressing. Then her hand wound its way down from Bonnie's breasts to her belly. She caressed with a feather touch that was having a devastating effect on Bonnie. I could hear the moan in spite of her lips being sealed by Faye's, her mouth full of Faye's tongue. But Faye's hand didn't stop there. After a few minutes it continued down and between Bonnie's legs. Only briefly, teasingly, did it linger at the true object of desire, Bonnie's shaven pussy. Her feather touch continued down first the inside of her right thigh then back up, pausing again at the lips that wanted penetration, then down the left thigh. Bonnie was loosing the fight to control her passion and Faye knew it. Her mouth returned to Bonnie's breasts and a teasing tongue lashed Bonnie's nipples without mercy. The look on Bonnie's face told Faye all she needed to know. She turned to me and rearranged the slip, so that the hem was around the base of my cock. My cock lay on my nylon-covered belly. She folded the skirt over from the sides to center, leaving the head exposed. Then she stepped over me so that she could get to Bonnie. This time she would be too busy to stop me from cumming. She turned back to Bonnie, and took her breast into her mouth. Her hand between Bonnie's thighs traveled upward to the waiting lips. There would be no teasing pause this time. As Bonnie felt Faye's fingers part the lips of her womanhood, she managed to look at me and say in almost a mocking tone, "Make love to the slip as if it were me." She kissed Faye's cheek as Faye sucked her breasts. She whispered something I could not hear but what Faye did next pretty well explained it. Faye released the nipple from her lips and started kissing her way down Bonnie's body. Bonnie again gasped as Faye's lips kissed her belly then the area below her waist, just above her pussy. Bonnie's legs spread wide as Faye repositioned herself between them. Faye was not just teasing with her kisses and delays. She was enjoying and savoring this. A quick lick on waiting lips, then continuing to kiss the same route that her feather touch had taken a few minutes ago. Bonnie caressed Faye's back and hair as she traveled down Bonnie's body. She was not totally lost in passion, for her gaze was on me. The smoky look in her eyes said she was on fire but they alternated between watching my hand rub the slip up and down my shaft and maintaining eye contact with me. As Faye's tongue finally parted Bonnie's pussy lips, Bonnie arched and opened her mouth in a silent moan. As she recovered, she mouthed something to me. What was it? Then I had it "Wait! Don't cum yet." I saw Bonnie's eyes close and her head roll back as Faye's tongue took her to ecstasy. She started to thrust her hips into Faye's face. Faye rode her easily, continuing to make love to her with her tongue. The look on Bonnie's face told me her orgasm was on its way. Faye was lying next to me between Bonnie's legs with her face in Bonnie's pussy. Her legs were spread and I could not resist. I had to do something if I wanted to wait as Bonnie asked. Gently I placed my hand between Faye's spread legs and touched the inside of her thigh. Was that a moan? She did not make any move to pull away so I got bolder. A slow teasing touch on the inside of her thigh and definitely a moan this time. My hand crept higher till I touched the lips of her womanhood. She pressed down on my hand and my finger slipped inside her easily. She was very moist. Then a second finger and then a third. I looked at Bonnie. Though she was looking at me, I knew she didn't see me. She was in full orgasm. Her whole body was tight, and her legs had closed around Faye's head. A low guttural moan escaped her lips as the first wave washed over her. Then she relaxed somewhat but was building for another orgasm quickly. She refocused enough to see me and where my hand was. She gave me a wicked smile and a wink, mouthing, "Do her". Then her eyes again began to glaze over as another orgasm began to take her. Faye was lost in passion. She was enjoying the taste of Bonnie and her hips were pressing down on my hand as I found the spot she liked rubbed. She had let me finger her when her sessions with me got her so hot she needed release and had even taught me how to best please her by hand. But it had not been from this position and I was having a hard time finding just the right angle to give her the pleasure she needed right now. Then I found it. I started the rhythm I knew she liked and felt her hips match my hand. My other hand still had nylon wrapped around my cock and my balls were aching for release. Still I wanted to give Bonnie the show she asked for. I had to find the strength to postpone. Finally, Faye backed off Bonnie. Apparently her own needs were taking over as she pressed back into my hand, moaning "Oh yes, harder, harder". Then came the low guttural moan from Faye and the flood of liquid that literally washed over my hand as she came, soaking the quilt. Bonnie had come down enough by then to look at me and wink. "Nice going" she mouthed. Faye was recovering and as she sat up looked at me. "I did not tell you to do that" she said almost as a reprimand. But there was no real force in her anger. "Now where is all that cum you promised he'd pour onto my slip while we watched, Faye?" Bonnie was quickly gaining the upper hand. She reached up and patted my hand, then moved it so I began stroking myself. "Your turn, sweetie." Bonnie said, her fingers interlacing with mine. "I want to see you cum." Faye joined in, using her feather touch with the slip where it covered my body. It happened so quickly I almost didn't have time to enjoy the orgasm. The first rope of sperm left my body with almost no warning at all. It shot an arc into the air, actually just hitting my chin as it landed, extending down onto the bodice of the slip, a trail of gossamer liquid on the lace that had covered her breasts earlier that night. Bonnie screamed at the eruption. It was a mix of surprise and delight. The next rope came on the next down stroke. It went just as far and only slightly to the right of the first. She had taken the lead and her hand, still interlaced with mine, came up for the third stroke. She watched intently as the next down stroke produced yet another rope of sperm. This one didn't go as far but was thicker. The fourth stroke caused sperm to just flow out of my cock like a broken water main. The force was gone but there was still plenty of cum flowing out of "his" lips and down my shaft into the silky nylon in our hands. "That was fantastic" she said as she massaged the last of the cum from me. We both glanced at Faye. Her face was a mess. She reached around behind me and pulled out her slip that I had been lying on, and wiped her face with it. "You were right, Faye" Bonnie commented. "He came a bunch all right." "Imagine trying to swallow that load" Faye added for effect. "I've never done that" Bonnie confessed. "Really? Well, we will have to do something about that, won't we, Ken?" Faye said with sarcasm in her voice. As she folded up her slip, she reached over to fold up Bonnie's. I shuddered as I knew the cruelty streak in Faye would come out fully as she used me to teach Bonnie the fine art of blowjobs. I would be denied orgasm for hours while she taught Bonnie how to fondle, lick, cuddle, and suck my cock and balls. I started to get up without answering her. She stopped me before I got fully up. "Just a minute" she said. She came over to me and collected the sperm on my chin. I hadn't noticed till then. Then she fed it to me. "Go clean yourself up and take Bonnie home. You can wash our slips when you get back. Is that ok with you Bonnie?" "You can even sleep with it if you want to, Ken, provided its clean when you bring it to me. By the way, Faye, I take it that will be when we get together again. Tomorrow night perhaps?" "Lets give him two nights to build up for the big event. As Bonnie said, Ken, you can sleep with the slip and even jack with it but not off. I want you horny and loaded when I use you to show Bonnie the pleasures of oral gratification." The girls had been gathering their clothes, minus the slips, and headed for the bathroom to clean up and dress. I picked up the slips and headed for my room. When I got there I put the slips in the bathroom then cleaned myself up and got dressed. I would wash the slips when I got back. In the car, as we drove back to Bonnie's house, she spoke. "Since I am going to be seeing Faye a lot, I need someone to make it legitimate. In other words, I need you to be my apparent boyfriend. We will date but only for appearances. The three of us will go out too, but save yourself some heartache and don't fall for me. It's your sister I want, not you. You may be a plaything for us from time to time, but nothing more. Don't worry, I will let you have a slip from time to time but you must do it for me when and where I want." When we arrived at her house, she kissed me and gave my cock a squeeze. "I enjoyed the show a lot. It was really hot watching you cum." Then she was gone. I returned home, pondering my fate. I was now a toy for four women and there was not one thing I could do about it. I parked the car and noticed that the folks were home. When I went into the house, the downstairs was dark, so I figured that they'd gone to bed. They had but not to sleep. I changed into my pajamas and decided now was the time to wash the slips. It was less risky than waiting till tomorrow. I grabbed them and headed downstairs to the laundry room. It was off the kitchen and as I entered the kitchen I noticed the lights on. Dad,Nikkie and Val were in the kitchen, apparently making cocoa. I noticed a smell as I entered the kitchen that didn't belong there. The smell of sex. It filled the kitchen. I noticed Dad was wearing one of Nikkie's nylon robes. Both the sisters were in matching gowns and robes. There must have been 50 square yards of blue nylon floating over those two beautiful women and I had to concentrate on the task at hand, or should I say hiding the slips in hand. Holding the slips on the side of me away from them I quickly ducked into the pantry then into the laundry room. "What's the matter, sweetie? Can't sleep?" Nikkie asked. "How was your date tonight?" Val watched as I walked into the pantry. She sensed something. She started to follow me into the laundry "Maybe you just need some warm milk", she said, almost in a teasing tone. "It will make you sleep hard." I knew what she meant and could only hope the others in the room didn't catch on. She continued on as she followed me. "Tell me about your date. I understand she is very pretty." I had the feeling that she knew everything that had happened that night. Maybe she even saw it. I shuddered. She continued making small talk as she walked up next to me at the washing machine. She was talking loud enough for Dad and Nikkie to hear but she reached around me and pulled the slips from my hand. She let each one unfold and inspected them while continuing her conversation. A look of mock surprise came across her face as she saw the large wet spot on Bonnie's slip. She looked at me and smiled. She gave me that raised eyebrow look. Then she raised the slip to her lips and licked the wet spot, looking at me with a mocking look. Her idle talk did not miss a beat. Then she took the slips and put them on the washer. "Honey, you look all stressed out. Let me rub your neck." But her hands did not go to my neck. They went straight for the fly of my pajamas. One hand popped the snap while the other reached in and grabbed my cock. While it had been limp when I walked into the room, just having her next to me was causing it to start stirring. "Honey, your dad didn't want his cocoa and he went back upstairs. Do you want it?" asked Nikkie from the kitchen. "Just a minute" I called. "I'm rubbing his neck" called Val. The taunting look in her eyes was so hot. She gathered the skirt of her gown in her hand and stroked me gently with it. "Yes, you need some nice warm milk to help you sleep hard" she said. With that, she slid the strap of her gown off her shoulder and opened the robe, then pulled me to her breast. Instinctively as soon as my lips felt her nipple, I pursed them and began to suck. As always, I found the taste delicious and sucked all the harder. Her perfume filled my lungs, but there was another smell too. I knew she'd just had sex. "That's right, baby. Drink your auntie's milk. Let it nourish you", she almost moaned. Her hand continued to work my nylon-encased cock as it quickly hardened. "Uh Ummmm" came the voice from the doorway. It was Nikkie. "I thought so. Sister, you have a voracious sexual appetite." "Don't be silly" Val retorted. "My breasts needed milking and he was handy. That's all." "Didn't you feed his dad enough to take care of that?" With that revelation I pulled back in shock and even stepped back, exposing her hand stroking me with that silky gown and robe. Val looked at me and shrugged. "I may as well explain. We just did a three way with your dad. Did you know he likes nylon as much as you? I had him in the very gown I am doing you with right now. We'd have had him in both gowns but Nikkie decided he needed to eat her before that happened. I got his cum though. Look!" She pulled open the robe to reveal her breasts, sliding the other side off her shoulder so I could see the liquid that was still there. He'd cum on her tits and now I was nursing from those tits. She laughed. "Nikkie, our boy here did score, of sorts. Look at this." She held up the slip. "Well, then, I guess you have had enough excitement for one night. Off to bed with you," Nikkie admonished. I knew that I would now have to go to bed with a raging hard-on. Val's milk always made me hard and gave me the stamina to go several times. It was also addicting. The more I drank the more I wanted. I noticed that the quantity of my cum was increasing since she had started nursing me as well. Val let go of my cock and the nylon unwrapped. I stood there with my dick sticking out in front of both of them. I wanted to strip and let them sandwich me between them and tear me apart with the gowns and robes and their bodies. My balls ached from the stroking Val had given me. "Please, finish me" I pleaded. "No, Faye needs you loaded and horny. You will need to prepare if you two are to give Bonnie those lessons" Nikkie said with a mocking smile. How did she know? Nikkie walked over and kissed me in a very un-step motherly way. Her tongue explored my mouth shamelessly. It only made me harder. She too, reeked of sex. Her hand stroked my hard cock, then gathered a hand full of the silky gown and wrapped it around my cock and balls, stroking gently. "He's almost ready" Val said "Yes, he is" answered Nikkie as she pulled slowly away, dragging as much nylon across my cock as possible. Cruel Intentions Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Bonnie's and My First Blowjob The girls had not decided on a date for Bonnie to get her "oral" instructions, and they made a point out of taunting me about it. At school, either or both would flash slips and knowing smiles whenever they caught my eye. At this point, I think she could make me look at her through telepathy. I would feel compelled to look in a certain direction and there she would be. At first, she would look at me and smile, as if I had just performed a trick she wanted. Later, she would just seem to know, even if her back was to me. I always got a flash of slip. On one occasion, Faye caught my eye in the lunchroom while she was eating a Popsicle. She was sitting with her "girls" as she called them. As my eyes found her, she slid the Popsicle into her mouth in a manner that caused an instant stir below my belt. Slowly, her lips holding firmly around it, she slid it all the way in to the base. She paused and looked directly at me, then slowly backed it out until the tip emerged. With open lips, she circled the tip with her tongue, never taking her eyes off me till she pulled the pop down. Then she turned her head and rejoined the conversation. I went back to my lunch but a few minutes later, I felt the calling again. This time she circled the pop with her tongue, and at the last minute before sliding the tip into her mouth looked at me again, her eyes taunting. In and out went the Popsicle until at last she bit down as it came out of her mouth and the top two inches disappeared. The look in her eyes made me shudder. If any of her "girls" caught on, they didn't show it. Their animated conversation broke up in laughter, Faye laughing as if on queue, and sneaking a blow kiss in the process. The group broke up and went to dump their trays. As she passed where I was sitting, Faye slipped me a note. "Tonight's the night" is all it said. I knew what it meant, but could not fathom the teasing and torment that was in store for me as the "teaching aid" for this session. It didn't matter any more. I was a slave to anything Faye wanted to do to me and I absolutely had the hots for Bonnie. I could only wonder what was in store for me. I'd never had a complete blow job, though Faye had often teased me, taking me in her mouth for a few strokes, especially if she thought I needed to be harder. I knew that however it happened, a quick cum was not in the cards for the night. Faye would see to that. She delighted in seeing how long she could prolong my climax, even when she had me stroking myself. On more than one occasion she made me beg to cum. I knew tonight would be like that. I'd ridden to school with Faye and as we walked out of the building toward the student parking lot, Bonnie caught up with us. "I can't wait for tonight" she said excitedly. "You are going to have so much fun watching Ken writhe in agony" replied Faye. "Ken, did you drink lots of water today like I told you? I don't want you getting dehydrated on us tonight" she added. Then she let on to some of what she had in store. "Bonnie, tonight you will learn, among other things, how to milk a man of cum without letting him have an orgasm. " Bonnie looked at me and licked her lips, not so much in a seductive way as a predatory way. Again I shuddered. As she walked to her car, she turned and flashed me her slip. Since I'd only seen the one the night she came over, each time she did it I got to see a new slip. I loved it and hated it at the same time. I ached to feel her hand wrap the nylon of each of those slips around my shaft. We got into Faye's car and as we left the parking lot, she started to explain how the night would work. "Bonnie's folks are going to be out so instead of our house, we will meet at her house. That should please you. I know you have wanted to see her bedroom and maybe even sneak a look in her slip drawer." She went on. "I want you to be totally passive. For that reason I think it best if we restrain you. I want you to take that pill when we get home. That will ensure that you stay hard long enough for us to have our fun. Take a shower when we get home and scrub yourself" Faye explained to our parents that she and I were going to the library after dinner. She came downstairs after dinner wearing a red dress that she didn't often wear. I knew she had a red full slip and hoped she had it on. I hadn't seen her in it. It was already dark when we got into the car so I couldn't get a glimpse of the lace. Bonnie met us at the door as we got out of the car. She was obviously excited. She too, wore a dress, a blue one that buttoned down the front. As she stepped forward, I thought I saw a glimpse of lace. Was that a royal blue slip under the dress? I got a perfunctory peck on the cheek, while Faye got something far more passionate. I'm sure Bonnie had checked out Faye's tonsils thoroughly by the time the kiss broke. "Come up to my bedroom" she said as she bounded up the stairs. The house was almost as big as ours, with high ceilings and very elegant. Her room was really nice. A Queen-size bed with brass headboard and footboard filled only part of the room. The satin comforter was pulled down and pink satin sheets covered the bed. There was a settee in the corner as sort of a reading area. She also had a large TV in the room. There was a door to a private bath off to one side. The closet was a walk-in type and would have been a small room in many houses. Three sides had hanging clothes and I noticed that there was a large selection of gowns on one end. Her dresser was very large with six drawers. Close by was a lingerie chest. I wondered which one had her slips. After the tour of the upstairs, we settled in her room. Faye started. "I think you owe Ken more of a kiss than what you gave him at the door. After all, you are going to kiss other parts of his body tonight. Give him a kiss to break the ice." Bonnie smiled, said, "You're right. That was cruel of me." With that she came over to me and took my face in her hands, pulled me to her and pressed her lips to mine. I nearly exploded right then. Then her lips parted and her tongue found its way into my mouth. It was like a serpent with a mind of its own. Her lips moved against mine, as the serpent in my mouth explored and caressed its way until it entwined with my tongue. I immediately started to get hard. She had molded herself to me and felt it. She giggled through the kiss then started to pull away. "That seems to have broken the ice, Faye." She turned and reached for Faye who in turn reached for her. "It seem to have" agreed Faye, smirking at the bulge in my trousers. They kissed again, and as they parted they each started unbuttoning the other's dress. Now I would see the slips. They each proceeded as if they were unwrapping a delicious gourmet dessert, each with a look of anticipation on her face. As each got to the other's belt, fingers eagerly worked the buckles In a moment, the belts went to the floor with a soft "clunk". The unbuttoning continued. As they pulled open each other's dress, my hopes became reality. At the same time, each slid the dress of the other off her shoulders. Faye was adorned in that pretty red slip I'd seen but had not touched yet. It was gorgeous. She filled it well, and the uplift bra pushed her breasts up nicely. She could have worn it as an evening gown. Lace accented the breasts and cascaded down the middle to almost her navel. The nylon shimmered in the light. Bonnie, not to be outdone, was wearing a beautiful royal blue slip. The nylon shown with a soft luster that gave a hind to the silky sexual quality just about begging to be caressed. Bonnie too, wore an uplift bra that amply displayed her breasts. They turned to me. "Well?" I quickly undressed, tossing my clothes into a corner. I didn't even make a pretext of not undressing all the way. As I tossed the last of my clothes, they smiled in satisfaction. Especially seeing that my cock was rising to the occasion. Just the sight of those slips and I got harder. "Those are the two prettiest slips I think I have ever seen" I stuttered. "Thank you" they replied then turned to each other and continued with the disrobing ceremony. They both discovered that the other was wearing a front hook bra and giggled. Maybe they were even the same brand, I don't know. "I'd love to be the meat in your sandwich with you two in those slips." "Down, Boy" came from both of them as they removed each other's bra from the beneath the slips. Then they both walked over to me. Faye on my left, Bonnie on my right, they pressed against me, molding their bodies to mine. They began a cat-like move that rubbed nylon all up and down my sides. Then they began to walk around me. Bonnie was facing me first. She looked into my eyes with a very confident smile. She knew I was loving what was happening. As she got fully in front of me she started moving her hips so that the beautiful blue nylon was rubbing against my cock. I leaned into it. She took my face in her hands again and kissed me. This kiss was intended to seduce. Her tongue matched the rhythm of her hips. My hips began to match her hips, thrusting in passion. I could tell there were no panties beneath that slip. She broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to study my face. Her right hand traveled down from my face with a feather touch the length of my body to my hip, then slid between us. It collected a handful of nylon and wrapped it around my cock. She stroked slowly, knowing I was feeling every fiber in her hand. Her hand continued down and cupped my sacks in the nylon and gently kneaded them. The sensation almost made me swoon. Then she slid around my side, never pulling back far enough that the slip wasn't in contact with me. Now Faye was facing me. I'd felt her nylon clad body molding to my back as she moved cat-like against me, making sure the nylon did its work. She pressed full against me, making sure the hard tube of flesh pressing against her was encased in nylon. She too, kissed me slowly with that seductive yet cruel way that she has. Gathering the slip in one hand, she took hold of my cock and rubbed it against her belly. I pumped my hips into the tunnel of nylon, looking into eyes. She let me continue for a few minutes then pulled back. A wet spot of precum was visible on her slip. "I think he is ready" she commented to Bonnie, "are you?" Bonnie came around from behind me, keeping her slip touching me. She appraised my cock. "I think he is and I certainly am," she said. "Sit down on the hope chest at the foot of the bed, Ken" Faye commanded. I did as I was told. "I was going to handcuff him to the bed but I don't want to take the chance of scratching that beautiful brass. Guess we'll have to tie him." Bonnie produced a pair of nylon stockings. She tossed one to Faye. Both of them grabbed my arms and proceeded to tie me to the foot of the bed. I didn't resist. It wouldn't have done any good. When they had tied knots that Houdini couldn't have gotten out of they looked at me and then at each other. "He's totally at our mercy" Faye said. "Whatever we want to do to him, there is nothing he can do about it." As if on queue, they pulled their slips over their heads, dragged them up and down my body a couple of times and dropped them at my feet. I promised myself I would enjoy both those slips without them to torment. I was now tied up and helpless with two beautiful naked women in front of me. I marveled at their bodies. Both had firm C cup breasts, hour-glass figures and shaven pussies. Faye had nicer legs but Bonnie's hips were better. "Spread your legs" Faye told me. I did. They kneeled between my legs. Faye took my cock in hand. "I like circumcised cocks best. I like the "helmet" and the silky texture of the shaft. It really feels good in hand. Don't get me wrong, I like both kinds" she said with a giggle. She lifted my cock so that Bonnie could see the underside. "See this vein? This will be how you can control his cumming. You can milk it, or if you hold firm around the base and put your thumb on the vein, you can prevent him from cumming. You need to be careful of the sacks, as I am sure you know. But these are wonderful play with." She kneaded my sacks gently. "Right, Ken?" "MMMMMMM" I moaned. "They also respond to the tongue very nicely." She leaned forward and tongued the sacks, taking them into her mouth. Her hand gripped my cock loosely and stroked me gently. I could feel all the roughness of her tongue on my sacks. She withdrew, and pulled back enough to appraise her work. One look at my face and she knew she'd accomplished the desired effect. "Why don't you try?" she asked Bonnie Bonnie shifted position. She took hold of my cock around the base and studied it for a few moments. Then she began to caress my cock, more for exploratory reasons than for my benefit. She played like that for a few minutes, getting the feel of the shaft, then shifting to the head. Her fingers had a very light touch. Once she had felt every nuance of the "helmet", she shifted back to the shaft. "Boy, the shaft is very velvet-like. It does feel very good in my hand. " Her hand went to the under side of my cock and down to the sacks. She tenderly, cautiously took each sack in hand in turn, examining, exploring. She backed off and just stared at my cock, holding it by the base. "Cuddle it against your cheek. Look at him while you do it and watch his reaction", Faye coached. Bonnie leaned forward and rubbed the shaft against her cheek. At first it was tentative, then more and more, she cuddled lovingly. She looked up at me. My mouth was slightly parted and my breathing was getting heavier. She smiled at my reaction and her cuddles became almost long strokes. I think I could have cum all over her cheek if she'd kept it up. But she stopped and backed off to just look at my cock head-on. There was a small drop of precum on her cheek. Faye leaned over and licked it off. "Go ahead, Bonnie. Kiss it at first, then just let it part your lips and take it into your mouth like it was his tongue" Faye urged her. She leaned forward and extended her tongue, just touching the tip of my cock. I twitched and gasped. She explored a little further. Bringing my cock closer to her face, she tongued the "helmet" slowly and tentatively at first, then with more enthusiasm. I could feel each of the little buds on her tongue as it swirled around my "helmet". Then her lips pressed against the tip. They parted and the "helmet" disappeared. She looked up, unsure of my reaction. The look on my face must have told her all she needed to know. I could see her eyes smiling at me but her lips held fast to the object between them. Her tongue caressed a couple of licks and she looked up. Now eagerness ensued as her tongue came around the back side of my "helmet" and caressed. Her hand began to work as her lips and tongue continued their ministrations. I squirmed and moaned both at the pleasure and the torture of it. "Hold still" Faye commanded, and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair. I stopped moving. Faye, realizing that she'd not need to coach Bonnie much more, shifted so she could reach Bonnie's body and mine. She let go of the hair and began to gently caress my inner thigh, studying Bonnie all the while. Then she reached over and began to fondle Bonnie's breasts. Bonnie moaned and leaned into Faye's hand. She got bolder and had begun to take more and more of my cock into her mouth. With each plunge and withdrawal her tongue would caress the shaft. At first, her teeth would catch on the backside of the "helmet" when she withdrew but after a couple of strokes, she figured out how to keep her teeth out of harms way. Bonnie paused for comment. "its so velvety in my hand and mouth. I can feel all the little bumps on the shaft as it slides over my lips. My tongue can feel the outline of the vein. This is amazing." Faye couldn't resist coaching. "Don't make your lips too tight. Let him feel your soft lips against that shaft. That's it. Let it go deeper" she whispered in her ear, and then slid her tongue into Bonnie's ear, breathing deeply, massaging her breast. I heard her add, "Seeing you do that is so sexy." "Not as sexy as doing it" she answered, giggling. By now Bonnie was swallowing half my cock. From the look on her face, it was clear she was enjoying every stroke. Then she stopped. Taking my cock from her mouth, she leaned over and kissed Faye on the ear. Faye turned and they kissed, tongues lashing out wildly. Bonnie pulled back Then she offered my cock to Faye. Faye looked into her eyes and swallowed my whole cock right up to the base. I almost went over the edge right then. "Teach me how to do that," demanded Bonnie. Faye giggled, in spite of having almost eight inches by over an inch in her mouth. She pulled my cock out. "All you have to do is open your throat. If you think you are going to gag, just swallow. That will not only get rid of the gag reflex but will pull his cock the rest of way in. Try it." Bonnie didn't hesitate. She took my cock from Faye and took it straight to her lips. She gave me a look. It said "Hang On". Her lips were very soft as they crossed over the "helmet", then traveled down the shaft. I could feel all the ridges in her lips as she pursed them to form the "seal" around my cock. I felt her pause for a moment, then her tongue slid under and I felt her throat against the head of my cock. I expected her to pull me out but she didn't. She just held me for a moment before slowly withdrawing. Her tongue caressed the underside of my cock. I was going out of my mind with pleasure. Once my cock was free of the torture chamber of pleasure, her mouth, she said, "I want to try something." Faye and I watched as Bonnie lifted my cock, exposing the underside. Then she leaned forward, and at the base of my cock and along the vein, she brought her tongue to a point and started up the vein. When she got to the top, she was greeted with a very large glob of precum. She glanced up at me with a teasing expression on her face and licked the glob from the lips of my cock. I think she was about to stand up and kiss me with that glob but Faye stopped her. "Mine" was all Faye said as she pulled Bonnie to her and kissed her, stealing the precum from her tongue. As she let Bonnie break the kiss, she leaned over and kissed each of her nipples, tonguing them to erection. Bonnie placed a hand on the nape of Faye's neck and pulled her closer. She was feeding her breasts to Faye. At the same time, Bonnie's free hand continued to pet my cock and balls. She then leaned forward and was able to take my cock into her mouth while nursing Faye. She looked up at me with a taunting look in her eyes. I did not believe what I was seeing. Aside from the turn-on of watching Faye suck Bonnie's breast with wanton abandon, lost in lust, and Bonnie in total control, holding Faye to her breast with one hand and holding my cock with the other, swallowing my cock, there was more. Faye, the woman that had enslaved me with slips and gowns, was becoming more and more subservient to Bonnie. She was becoming lost in lust for her. The hand that had been caressing my inner thigh was now cupping Bonnie's other breast, gently rubbing the nipple between her fingers. The feeling of her lips and tongue and the sight in front of me was almost too much. I closed my eyes and moaned. If I didn't concentrate, Bonnie's mouth would fill with sperm very soon. Bonnie pulled back after a few minutes. She again milked precum from me with her tongue. This time it was all hers and she made a show of collecting it on her tongue, then looking into my eyes as she pulled her tongue in and swallowed. She smiled and said "MMMM, can't wait to taste the whole thing. Cruel Intentions Ch. 06 She looked down and pulled back, her breast slipping from Faye's mouth. She lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. It took her a moment or two to get Faye back to planet earth. "You were going to show me how to milk him, without him orgasming." Faye answered, now somewhat composed. "Rome wasn't built in a day, dear. All things in good order. Lets take a break." She reached over, under my sacks, finding the spot she was looking for and pressed. My erection immediately subsided. That empty feeling came across me and the ache in my groin began to let me know I needed to cum or I was going to be in pain. As my cock went limp, it oozed precum that had been waiting its turn. Faye saw it, reached over and collected it on her fingers, and with that imperious expression, brought her fingers to my lips. "Lick" I extended my tongue as she pushed her fingers into my mouth. I licked them clean and she ran them across the roof of my mouth, tickling, then withdrew them. I was still tied to the footboard of the bed, seated on the hope chest. Bonnie got up and got me a glass of water, and held it while I drank. "We can't have you drying up at the wrong time," she mocked. Faye had gotten up and gone to her purse. She got out a small tin I recognized as Altoids. I wondered what she had in mind. I would soon find out. Faye looked down at me. The cruel look she got at moments like this came across her face. "Are you in pain, sweetie? Do your balls ache for release? If we untied you, would you pick up our slips and jack off into them? Would you even care that we were here watching? You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like to have us watch you cum as you stroke your manhood." "Not tonight" interjected Bonnie. "That cum is destined for my mouth. I can't wait to taste it." "Oh, I think you are a natural cum slut, dear" Faye observed. Faye kneeled first, and grabbed both the slips that were still at my feet. She draped hers on my right leg and Bonnie's on my left leg, longwise so the maximum amount of nylon was touching me. Each slip had it's own feel. Both were very silky and as Bonnie joined Faye, kneeling between my legs, both girls started rubbing their slips on my legs. I started to respond almost immediately. Both of them were rubbing my thighs with their slips. Slow strokes up the inside of each thigh, both hands making sure the slip had maximum contact. The girls watched in fascination as my cock began to stir. Faye kept one hand moving her slip while she opened the tin of Altoids with the other. She took a handful and put them in her mouth. I noticed that they were Wintergreen. As my cock continued to respond to the silky slips on my legs, Faye shifted position slightly so she could reach me easier. She looked at Bonnie and, as if rehearsed, both brought their slips up to my cock and with the other hand, cupping my balls in their nylon weapons of seduction. As I looked down, I could not see my cock, only the red and blue nylon encasing it. I moaned as I felt the silky slips rub the length of my shaft and my sacks. Faye pulled her slip back and Bonnie followed suit. Bonnie wasn't sure what was next either. I'd regained full hardness and Faye took hold of me bare handed to make sure I was as she wanted me. I heard her chewing up the Altoids, then watched as she leaned forward, holding my cock with two fingers, guiding it into her mouth. At first all I felt was her lips and tongue as well and the grainy chewed up mints in her mouth. Then I began to feel the Wintergreen. It was the oddest sensation. A warmth began to grow over my cock. It became more intense with each passing moment. My cock was alive with the sensation. I began to buck and thrash as Faye worked the mints and rub them on my cock with her tongue. A squeeze of my sacks settled me down. After a while, the mints gone, the glow started to subside. She pulled back and let me slide out of her mouth. She's picked up the slip and was holding underneath so she caught me in it as I slid out of her mouth. Craddling my cock in her hand, she gently stroked me. The wintergreen had left my cock more sensitive than usual so the slip felt all that much better. She stroked me till a drop of precum oozed from the lips of my cock. She brought the slip to it and wiped it up. Then she rose up enough to kiss me, her mouth tasting of the wintergreen mints. Then she looked at Bonnie. "Your turn" was all she said. Bonnie smiled at her then looked at me like I was a piece of candy. She brought the slip to my waiting cock and wrapped the silky nylon around it with both hands. She stroked me the nylon for a few minutes, then re-arranged the slip so that the lace was now in contact with my shaft with one hand. She was gentle but the lace was scratching and lightly irritating. On top of that, I was still sensitive from the wintergreen. I was twitching but dared not squirm, lest her free hand squeeze me into submission. I gritted my teeth. The pleasurable agony was driving me wild. She shifted the slip once again, and I felt the OH SO SILKY nylon on my cock. Was it silkier than Faye's red, or was it the irritation. I concentrated to not surrender to it and cum. I wanted to give her what she wanted, though part of me wondered if the force of my cum would hurt her with all the teasing. She shifted slightly up and was able to take my cock between her breasts. She hunched her shoulders so her breasts squeezed in on my cock. Then she started moving up and down so her breasts were stroking me. More precum. She took my cock in hand and guided it to her left nipple. Using my cock like a lipstick, she applied the honey like liquid to her nipple and milked me to ensure she got it all. She rose up further. Our eyes met again and she smiled. Rising a little further put her breasts at my eye level. She leaned forward and with her free hand guided me to the waiting breast, glistening with precum. My lips parted and I took in the nipple, licking eagerly. Her free hand stroked my cock in the slip, while I finished licking my precum from her breast. When she was satisfied that I had it all, she slid back down, eye level with my cock. A nylon-covered finger ran up the vein and milked out a large glob of precum. She put her tongue just under the head, touching the base of my "helmet". The precum oozed like honey from the lips of my cock and ran down to her tongue. She collected it and stroked the bottom of my "helmet" with her tongue before it retreated back into her mouth. She swallowed. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and caressed her cheek with it. Then she kissed the tip while looking at me with taunting eyes. I watched it disappear between her lips again and as her lips hit the base of my cock I knew the head was rubbing the back of her throat. Then I felt her teeth. She began to pull back but she had bared her teeth and was lightly raking my cock with them as it came out of her mouth. As the back side of the "helmet" reached her teeth, she stopped withdrawing and clamped down firmly, but not enough to hurt. Holding my cock firmly in her teeth, she began to flog the head of it with her tongue. In its heightened state of sensitivity, I could feel ever bud of her tongue. The slip was still around the base of my cock and her hand moved it slowly, sensuously up my shaft. I heard a throaty giggle. I wanted to push my cock back into her mouth but her teeth kept me from even trying. As the slip reached her lips, she started it back down, her lips following it, re-engorging her mouth with my cock. Faye had been watching this and had repositioned herself so she could get to Bonnie. She reached over to kiss her on the cheek, then managed to kiss what little of my cock that hadn't disappeared in Bonnie's mouth. Then back to Bonnie's ear where she whispered something before her tongue caressed it. I heard Bonnie gasp and even saw goose bumps. Faye repositioned again and was now in a position to again take Bonnie's firm breasts into her mouth. Faye's silky blonde hair brushed my thigh. Then she started down on Bonnie. Bonnie was breathing heavily now. Faye would soon be at her nether-regions and there would be no stopping her. I was getting very close. I wouldn't last much longer, unless they killed the erection again. I hoped they wouldn't. I needed to cum. It started almost without warning. I felt that feeling in the pit of my stomach as the orgasm started to build. Bonnie felt me tense, looked at me and smiled with her eyes. Her pace quickened slightly, her eyes fixed on mine. My mouth opened in anticipation of a moan that would come from my toes. Bonnie never broke her gaze on me. Her hand worked the slip as she slid her lips up and down the shaft. I felt the first pulse, signifying the first rope of cum was on its way. She'd thought this one out. She had stopped taking my cock fully into her mouth when she felt the same pulse I did. Only the "helmet" was in her mouth, as the first rope shot into her mouth. The planning was good on her part but the quantity of cum was more than she planned on. The second and third ropes shot with equal force and the fourth arrived catching her off guard. It leaked, or rather shot from a corner of her lips and splashed on her breast. The next one followed suite except it landed on Faye's cheek, as she was just starting down Bonnie's thigh with her tongue. Bonnie gave a closed-mouth scream of surprise, then broke into a laugh, letting my cock escape her mouth. The sixth pulse put the last of my cum on her nose. As she regained her composure, she kept stroking my cock with that beautiful slip, making sure I was finished. Then she looked at me and opened her mouth. It was full of cum. She closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she showed me again. Only the cum on her nose and breast remained. Oh yes, and the cum on Faye's cheek. Faye came up long enough to see the results, then cleaned the cum off her cheek with her finger and ate it. Then she kissed me. When she broke, she looked at the cum on Bonnie's breast and guided me to it. Bonnie arched her back for better access for me then Faye pulled my head down to the cum on her breast. I licked it off and sucked her breast till they both pulled me back. Then Faye looked at Bonnie. Bonnie saw the look and just laid back on the floor in front of me. Faye repositioned and her head went to Bonnie's thigh where it had been only moments before. Just then the phone rang. Bonnie did not stop Faye as she answered the phone. It was her folks. They would be home in about fifteen minutes. Time enough to clean up and be cool when they walked through the door. Unfortunately, not enough time for what Faye was about to do to Bonnie.