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Victoria and Billy Ch. 01

By: jeffrey214



Chapter 01 - Victoria's education all about naked boys and their needs

Victoria Smith developed an interest in male anatomy at a fairly young age. She was an early bloomer, already quite buxom and curvy, and by the end of high school her body had filled out into young womanhood.

She enjoyed the looks she got from boys. And she liked to look back.

At the age of 18, she stayed for a summer month at her Aunt Melissa's cottage at the edge of a pretty lake. Aunty Mel was quite the vixen, a 40-something stunner with a voluptuous body, raven hair, and shocking grey eyes. Males of all ages swooned over her and she used it quite to her advantage.

On her first visit, Vicky was a little taken aback to see that Melissa's home sported many small sculptures of muscular men. Nude muscular men, with clearly exhibited genitalia. There were also several paintings of nude males scattered throughout the rambling home.

On her first evening, Victoria stumbled upon some of Aunty Mel's Playgirl magazines in a cupboard in the den, and was quite intrigued with the explicit educational opportunities that the magazines afforded. While Vicky was examining her third magazine, Aunt Mel walked in.

"I see you found something nice to read," she said.

"Oh," said Vicky, "I didn't hear you come in..."

"No worries, dear, I'm happy for you to look at all of them. Playgirl is a wonderfully educational magazine for young ladies. Take your time, there are some very nice looking men in some of the later issues, don't you agree?"

"Well, uh, yes..."

Mel smiled, "Have you seen any naked men before, dear? I mean, live nude men, not just pictures."

"Only my brother Billy..."

"I see. Well last I saw, Billy was becoming very manly. Can you imagine him posing nude? But don't worry, I'm sure you'll have more opportunities to see young men's bodies soon. I'm having some college boys over to swim tomorrow."

Vicky didn't really understand, but she just smiled and went back to turning the pages of Playgirl. She really liked Aunty Mel's attitude and was greatly enjoying the pictures in the magazine. She secretly liked the pictures of men with erect penises the best - they looked so big and thick and powerful...and made things feel tight in Vicky's tummy...

True to her word, the next evening Mel entertained some young gentlemen, inviting them to swim and sun at the secluded lakeshore. Aunty Mel had rules about boys at her house - and on the lake shore - all boys were to check their clothing at her door. In return for which, Aunty Mel would wear only the bottoms of her bikini. The boys always thought it was a fair trade, and gladly left their shorts at the door in order to feast their eyes on Aunt Melissa's gorgeous DD breasts - so pale and with large brown areolas and succulent nipples.

So the next afternoon, Victoria found herself topless as well, lying on a chaise in only her bikini bottoms next to her mature topless Aunt, and surrounded by no less than five naked boys from the nearby college. Mel had given Vicky a pair of very dark glasses so that she could look at the boys without being too obvious - and look she did.

She had never seen such big boys before, they were all between the ages of 19 and 20 and their muscular bodies were a delight, as were the fascinating things dangling and swinging between their muscular thighs.

Victoria found herself becoming quite aroused not only seeing the boys' genitals, but also seeing their male eyes devouring her pert young C-cup breasts. She was quite happy to ogle and be ogled during the barbeque and was sad when the boys had to put on their shorts and leave.

Later that evening, one of the boys returned to visit Mel after Victoria was in bed in her room. She heard hushed voices and snuck out to watch what transpired in the living room.

There was Timothy, sitting on the sofa with his pants down around his knees. His erect penis was standing up and he was rubbing it with his hand. Melissa was sitting beside him with her robe open to let him see her breasts as she whispered softly to the boy.

"Is Timmy going to make nice cummy-spurts for mommy? Such a good boy. Be sure to tell mommy when you're ready to spurt and mommy will take care of her boy..."

The young man was rubbing his penis fast and hard, gasping for breath, and then he let go of his throbbing penis and whimpered, "Please mommy..."

Melissa gripped the boy's penis and stroked it fast, coaxing him with her sultry words.

"Yes, my good little boy. Make spurts for mommy now Timmy, make mommy happy with her little boy's big cummy spurts! Look at mommy's breasts, Timmy, and imagine how nice it will be to suckle mommy's nipples after you make your cute little cummy-spurts. That's a good boy, come for mommy like a good boy..."

Victoria then witnessed her first ejaculation. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a startled squeal as she watched a big spurt of semen fly out of Timothy's penis and land on his chest.

"Oh, good boy!" whispered Aunt Melissa, "Yes, that's it, make spurts for mommy! Such pretty cummy-spurts from your big-boy penis! Keep spurting, honey, don't stop until mommy tells you. That's right, spurt again for mommy, yes, again, good boy..."

He kept spurting again and again as Melissa's hand milked his young shaft, forcing the young man to writhe and moan and spurt semen every few strokes. After many delicious ejaculations, Timothy fell back in the sofa completely drained and spent.

Aunt Melissa continued to gently stroke his softening penis, coaxing the last few drops from the head and continuing to assert her maternal dominance as she drew the boy's head into her arm and nestled his face to her breast.

"Good boy, Timothy," she cooed, "now you can gently suckle mommy's nipple while mommy takes care of your precious little penis..."

Victoria didn't think the boy's penis was small at all, though she definitely thought it was precious. It was nice and thick even as it softened, but she noted that Aunty Mel's words had excited the boy fiercely and that he seemed to be like putty in her hands... This was very interesting.

Victoria quietly sneaked back into her room and slipped under the covers of her bed. She slipped her hand down the front of her panties and immediately found her engorged clitoris between her puffy vulva lips and began to wiggle her fingers.

Her pleasure was immense and immediate, driving her right over the edge of orgasm quickly. Her mind was filled with the images of her Aunt Mel rubbing the young man's penis and cooing "come for mommy" over and over. 

It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced and her orgasm was long and intense.

When she finally relaxed, she tried to imagine herself in Aunt Mel's position, controlling a boy, playing with his penis and making him come for her. And her words were so erotic, treating the boy as if her were a child, and she his 'mommy'. It was erotic and exciting to Victoria to imagine herself doing the same thing.

She loved the idea of controlling a boy like that, controlling his penis, being in charge, and making him spurt his semen at her word.

Victoria Smith drifted off to dreamland filled with sensual thoughts and feelings. "Come for mommy like a good boy," was the last thought as she fell asleep.

The next day was like any other. Victoria swam in the lake, laid in the sunshine with Aunty Mel, topless of course, and they had lunch about 2pm on the veranda.

The evening was calm and they watched a DVD of Beaches, read a little bit in silence, and bid each other goodnight to an early bed time.

Vicky found herself fondling her labia sensually, feeling the pleasure of her soft fingertips tease around her clitoris as she thought about boys and their beautiful penises. She imagined having a penis in her hand, stroking it, and watching it spurt. And she realized that she was imagining her brother Billy's penis. 

In her mind's eye, she had Billy on her sofa at home, with his pants down and his penis and testicles exposed to her. Just like her Aunt, she imagined coaching him like a little boy as he masturbated close to orgasm, and then she would take over and make him come for her. 

Just like Aunty Mel, she would tell him his penis was 'precious' and 'little', and coach him to 'come for mommy like a good little boy'.

Victoria had an orgasm for the first time thinking about her little brother, who was not little at all, and would turn 18 the week she was to return home. She began to think that she would actually do it. Masturbate her brother and make him ejaculate. The thought was exciting and oh so naughty...

She loved her brother and they were very close. She had caught him masturbating several times, but had always crept away with embarrassment. Now she regretted not watching him spurt. Now she definitely wanted to see her brother spurt. She thought how much she would like to make her darling little brother, now a grown young man, 'come for mommy like a good boy' just as she fell asleep.

Victoria was awakened by the sound of the front door opening. Hushed voices from the living room. She looked at her clock and it read 1AM. She knew Aunt Melissa had another visitor.

Vicky snuck down the hall and saw what she expected. Mel had another boy, Andy, on the sofa with his pants down. Andy's penis was quite long and thick and he was stroking it feverishly as Mel coached him.

"Good boy, Andy, rub your pretty penis for mommy. That's right, make your penis long and stiff for mommy, and tell me when you're ready to make cummy-spurts. Yes, such a good boy."

Aunt Melissa had her arm around him, and was caressing the boy's face with her hand. Her robe was open again and not only could Victoria see her Aunt's breasts, she could also see that Aunty Mel had on no panties. And she had no pubic hair either!

Vicky almost gasped at that revelation, but she couldn't help but let her eyes wander back and forth between Andy's turgid penis and Aunt Mel's shaved pussy. Her pussy lips were big and fat, just like Vicky's, and she saw that Andy's eyes were glued to her Aunt's naked vulva. Obviously, the boy found Mel's shaved pussy to be very fascinating too.

Soon young Andy was gasping and moaning and he let go of his penis. But Aunt Melissa just continued to caress his face and watch the boy's big penis throb and pulse.

She cooed, "Does my good boy want mommy to rub his penis and make him spurt?"

"Yes, please mommy, please rub my penis so I can spurt for you." he whispered.

"Does little Andy promise to make his biggest ever cummy-spurts for mommy?"

"Yes, please rub my penis mommy. I promise to make my biggest cummy-spurts for you," the desperate boy begged.

"Alright, since you asked so nicely..." Mel casually reached her hand into her pocket and took out a white lacey thong panty and dangled it in front of the boy's face. "Does mommy's naughty good boy want to smell mommy's warm panties while he makes his cummy-spurts? Will he be a good boy with mommy's panties?"

"Oh yes, mommy, please let me smell your wonderful panties. I promise to be a very good boy for you."

She laid the crotch of the panty over his face and then reached down and rubbed the boy's penis. She rubbed hard and fast.

She said, "Come for mommy now, Andy. Smell mommy's pretty pussy smell on her pretty panties, and make nice big Cummy spurts for mommy like a good boy."

"Yes, mommy," he whispered.

In short order, the boy's hips were jerking, and he struggled to hold still under Aunt Mel's relentless stroking of his swollen purple penis.

"That's a good boy," said Melissa, "almost there, just breathe deeply and think about mommy's pretty pussy. Yes, that's it, just let it happen. Let mommy's hand tingle your precious little penis so you can make cummy-spurts for mommy like a good boy..."

Victoria watched as Andy's body stiffened a moment, and then his penis erupted in a stream of fresh warm semen up into the air and landing on his naked belly as Mel cooed at him that he was a good boy.

"Yes, that's my good little boy," she said, "Now let's get all of your semen up and out, honey, just keep spurting for mommy and let mommy take care of you..."

Spurt after spurt came out of the boy's penis as he gasped and moaned and whimpered in complete surrender to the mature woman's skilled hand. Mel milked him fiercely, forcing every last drop from the sated boy's genitals until he could give her no more.

After a final, "Good boy," Melissa drew his face to her breast and suckled the exhausted boy as she casually massaged his testes and his penis became soft as Vicky watched.

Victoria withdrew and once again slipped under her covers and into her soaked panties. She fantasized about her brother Billy again, imagining that she guided her beloved brother to ejaculation just as Mel had done for Andy.

Vicky imagined controlling her little brother's big muscular body with just her hand on his penis and her lips whispering in his ear. Telling him he had a precious little penis, making him beg her to touch and fondle his genitals, perhaps letting him be a naughty boy and see her pussy and smell her panties, and finally commanding him to 'come for mommy like a good boy...'

Obviously, boys must like it, she thought. After all, it seems like Aunt Mel does this for her young male friends. Maybe I'll see her do it to all of them.

Vicky began to orgasm, feeling the power and control she would have over her brother if she played with his penis. She knew he would be easy to seduce and would cooperate fully. She imagined a fountain of hot white semen spurting from Billy's swollen head as she coached him to 'come for mommy like a good boy.'

It was an exhausting orgasm, and she fell again to sleep.

Several days later, after all four boys had visited Aunt Melissa and had ejaculations on her couch, Aunty Mel surprised Victoria at lunch by asking, "So, have you enjoyed my little shows the last few nights Vicky?"

Victoria looked up in shock and blushed, not knowing what to say.

Mel smiled, "Of course I know you watched me handle each of the boys, dear. I wanted you to see how I take care of these young men." She paused and then looked Vicky in the eyes, "So, do you have any questions?"

"Uh, well..."

"Don't be shy, dear, just ask away.."

"Um, do all boys like it? Uh, I mean, the way you talk to them - the way you make them do it, you know begging and 'mommy' and all that."

"Yes, good question," said Melissa, "The answer is sort of complicated, but yes, boys really like it. Some don't know it until it happens, but they all like to be little boys."

"How did you find out?"

"Well," it was Mel's turn to blush now, "I'm not sure I should tell you this. Are you mature enough to handle some adult information without getting upset and acting weird?"

"Yes," said Vicky straightening up in her chair. "I can certainly handle it."

"Well, in my case, it started with my brother. Your dad. He's two years younger than me and I babysat him a lot so he was used to me being in charge. One day, when he'd just turned 18, I walked in on him masturbating in his room. Shall I go on?"

Vicky took a deep breath, "Wow, that's sort of creepy. But I guess I should hear it all now that you've started."

"Remember, you promised to be mature and not act weird. Your father is a completely normal man and I love him very much. He's my kid brother and a girl must always take care of her kid brother."

Vicky thought about her brother Billy. "I agree, we sisters must take care of our brothers. Please continue."

"Well, he was rubbing his penis, which all young men do - they can't help it and we older sisters have to be mature and compassionate about our little brothers, don't we?"

"Absolutely," said Vicky in a very mature voice.

"Good. So anyway, there he was on the bed completely naked with his legs spread wide and his hand stroking up and down his penis. Perfectly normal. And he was doing another thing that is pretty common among boys, dear, he was smelling a pair of my panties. The ones I'd just taken off when I'd gone into the shower."

"Oh, my," said Vicky, and the two women shared a knowing giggle. "What did you do?"

"I did what any good sister would do. We can't let a boy just masturbate anytime he pleases and steal our panties whenever he wants to. That's just not polite. So I took control of the situation and helped my little brother. Sometimes the big sister needs to take charge for her brother's own good."

"I guess, I still don't know what you did next, but I guess I understand about taking charge."

"Yes, well, I closed the door and locked it, even though our parents weren't home at the time. This sound made Paul stop and look up. It was so cute how he tried to use my panties to cover his penis and testicles. He failed of course because the panties were a tiny thong."

Another shared giggle.

Mel continued. "So I boldly walked over and sat down on the bed beside him. I took my panties back and made him put his hands at his sides. I just sat there and looked at his naked genitals for a while, noting how big and stiff he was, and understanding the real needs that a young man has. You know their bodies are constantly producing semen and sperm and it simply must have an outlet.

"So, I very calmly explained to him that I understood his need to ejaculate often, and that it was fine with me and that I would, from that day forward help him. But it was rude for him to steal my panties, and I made him apologize and promise never to do it again. I then told him I would allow him to borrow a fresh pair of panties whenever he asked, but that I would accompany him and take care of him when he did."

"Wow, that was mighty nice of you," said Vicky.

"Thanks, I thought so too. So anyway, I made him ask for permission smell my panties, which I generously gave by slipping off my fresh pair from under my skirt and letting him smell those. I then told him to resume masturbating, but that he must stop before he spurted and ask me to help him.

"So that was the first time that I helped my little brother masturbate. He rubbed himself until he was ready to spurt, and then I finished him with my own hand. This became our 'normal' ritual, and we did it once or twice a day until he met your mother. We had a 'little talk' just between us girls, and she took over for me."

"That's amazing," said Vicky, "You made my dad come every day?"

"Often twice a day. Occasionally three times. You have no idea how much semen a young boy can make. But sometimes I couldn't help him, so I just insisted that he call me and get permission to go it alone. We did this until he graduated from college. It's been so many years, and I've missed it so much that I've rounded up some local college boys, and now I enjoy taking care of them, as you can see."

Vicky sat back in her chair, "Unbelievable. I mean, how many boys have you...uh...taken care of?"

"Oh, hundreds I suppose," said Aunt Mel, "I really do adore boys and their penises. It fills me with pleasure to make them spurt. Don't you agree it's quite a power rush?"

"From what I've seen, it certainly is."

"Well then," said Mel with a smirk, "What's going on with Billy?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, I mean, are you interested in taking care of your little brother so he doesn't accidentally go out and get some little slut pregnant?"

"I hadn't thought of it, really."

"The hell you haven't," laughed Mel, "You know exactly what's down his pants and what you'd like to do with it. If his sister, who loves him, won't take care of him, who will?"

This was food for thought for Vicky. She was now more determined than ever to start helping her brother Billy. She called him the next day, since it was his 18th birthday, and promised him a surprise when she got home.


Victoria and Billy Ch. 01



The last two weeks at Melissa's cottage flew by. Mel had a boy over almost every night, and Mel invited Vicky first to sit in the room at watch openly, and then later, she allowed Vicky to take her place and masturbate a few boys. "Just for practice."

Victoria Smith felt confident and ready to meet her little brother's ejaculatory needs when she finally bid her Aunt 'goodbye'.

Aunt Mel said, as she hugged her niece, "Remember, honey, these things are just between us. You go home and forget all about your dad, and focus on Billy. He's at a point in his life when he really needs you to take control of his masturbation habits so he can be a good boy. Don't let him down."

"I won't, and thank Aunty Mel," said Vicky as she waved goodbye.

*

Coming soon - Vicky's return home to Billy...



Victoria and Billy Ch. 02



This is a story about an 18-year-old girl playing with her brother's penis. if you don't like that sort of thing, please read some other wonderful story available on this site.

thanks!

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Victoria Smith returned home from her visit to her Aunty Mel. It was Friday evening about 6pm, and Vicky found a note from her mom.

"Vicky,

I had a long talk with your Aunt Melissa on the phone this afternoon, and she got me caught up on all the fun of your visit. Dad and I have gone out for the evening and I sent Billy to take a shower about 5:30 this evening before I left. Our Billy is such a good boy, and I know you want what's best for him just as I do. I'm glad you had time with Melissa, and that the two of you talked, and... you explored a few new things...and Mel says you're ready to move ahead here at home. I know you'll be a very compassionate and understanding big sister to our Billy. Just be calm and take your time, as I'm sure he'll be ready... good luck! -Mom "

Vicky read the note several times, at first shocked, then amazed, and finally with a grin. Her mother knew about Aunty Mel's advice regarding Billy! And Mom approved!

Vicky was excited to have her mother's support, and as she put the note in her purse she was more determined than ever to take charge and help her handsome little brother with his needs. He was a good boy and she would make sure he remained so.

Vicky climbed the stairs and put her purse in her room, noting that Billy's door was slightly ajar as it often was. She looked at herself in the mirror and decided she'd put on something more relaxing to help her be confident when she went to Billy's room. 

Vicky took off her jeans and tee shirt, kicked off her sandals, and removed her bra as she remembered all the boy's at Melissa's house ogling her breasts. She lifted them in her hands, hoping that her 'C's would soon grow to 'D's, but happy that her breasts stood out perkily and that her pale areolas and nipples looked soft and delicate.

She left her panties on and found a short pleated navy skirt and a v-necked sweater knitted of soft pink yarn. Her nipples, now erect with her excitement, poked playfully against the soft fabric. She adjusted the 'V' neck, pulling it down and spreading it a bit to reveal more of her breasts, and was satisfied with the result in the mirror.

She took a deep breath, and went across the hallway to Billy's room, pushing the door softly and saying, "Billy, are you there?"

As she stepped into the darkened room, she saw her cute little brother pull up the sheet on his bed and raise his knees - the sure sign that he had been touching himself. Eureka!

Vicky smiled softly and walked with casual confidence to her brother's bed, sitting down next to him and she reached out to caress his face. "How're you doing, Tiger?" she said, smiling down upon him and noting that his eyes were flitting between her face and her chest.

"Uh, ok," he mumbled, "I didn't know you were home. Mom said you might not get back until late..."

Vicky smiled, "She did, did she? Well I'm here now and I guess we're all alone since mom and dad went out for a while..." Vicky took the opportunity to adjust her position and lean forward on her arm, thereby deepening the cleavage of her breasts to attract Billy's notice.

She knew that her sweater was quite revealing in this position, but of course didn't look down and give away the fact that she knew she was displaying most of her breasts for her little brother. 

She smiled warmly, "So, Billy," she said softly, "what are you doing in bed so early?" As she asked, she casually pulled the sheet down and made to peek underneath. "Are you in your pajamas already?"

Billy stumbled to hide his nakedness from his sister's eyes, "No, uh, I, uh..." he mumbled.

"Shhh," said Vicky, "I think I know what you've been up to, and I think we should have a talk about it."

"A talk?" he stammered, looking frightened as if he were caught doing something wrong. Vicky thought it was adorable.

"Yes, honey, I think we should talk about what you have been doing alone in your bed. I know that you've been touching your penis, Billy. I've seen you a few times, you know, and it's perfectly natural for an 18-year-old boy. I know you can't help it, all boys have to touch themselves. It's completely normal."

"Uh, it is?" he said. Vicky noted that he had relaxed a little, and that made her happy.

"Of course, Billy. It's perfectly normal for a boy. I know your body is developing and as a young man, you are producing a lot of semen that has to find release. So, it's perfectly normal that you need to touch your penis and spurt your semen. I understand and it's ok."

She smiled as he blushed bright red, unable to respond. His face showed embarrassment and fear, and she wanted to immediately remove it.

"Billy, I think it's time we had our little talk. You'll soon be dating lots of girls, and you'll be horny all the time and that's dangerous for everyone. I want to talk about how I can be a good big sister and help you with your needs." 

Vicky took the opportunity to move around a little bit and jiggle her shapely breasts enticingly, drawing delightfully wide eyes from her little brother.

"Wha..what do you, uh, mean, um, exactly...?" he mumbled.

She took a deep breath, puffing out her chest deliciously and making her erect nipples very obvious, and then she relaxed to allow Billy a few extra moments to stare at the curvaceous creamy skin of her billowy cleavage.

"Billy, I think we can talk intimately together, don't you? And whatever we say to each other will be just between us, right?"

He nodded.

"And you won't be angry if I speak honestly and truthfully with you, will you?"

He shook his head 'no'.

"Good," she said, "then I guess I should just go ahead and tell you what I've been thinking about."

She sat up straight and let her hand fall softly on Billy's thigh. "Why don't you lay your legs back down on the bed. You'll be more comfortable."

Billy hesitated, fearing that his erect penis would be obvious under the sheet, but she pushed down on his thigh a little bit, saying "It's ok Billy, don't be embarrassed, just let your legs lie back down. I know your penis is erect, and that's perfectly ok."

Slowly, Billy let his legs fall, blushingly revealing the 'tent' made by his erection, and he looked into Vicky's eyes - pleading that she not disapprove.

"There, that's better. Good boy," she said with a smile and patted his thigh as she noticed Billy exhale and relax a little more. Vicky never took her eyes off of his face, so that he wouldn't feel uncomfortable by her glancing at his obvious erection tenting the sheets, though she could see it from the corner of her eye.

Vicky said, "Honey, I want to talk about your body, and specifically about your penis. Is that ok?"

He barely nodded, still quite nervous.

Vicky began to gently rub her soft hand up and down her brother's thigh, over the top of the sheet as she spoke calmly and lovingly.

"I know that you need to masturbate, Billy, all boys do. It's natural that a boy needs to rub his penis often, and I understand that completely. But if a boy is left on his own, he can develop bad habits. You don't want to develop bad habits do you?" 

He shook his head.

"Good boy," she said soothingly as her hand moved up and down his thigh. She knew that two things were happening as her hand moved - the motion made her breasts jiggle in front of her brother's fascinated eyes, and her hand moved the sheet slightly against his already stimulated penis. She knew this would draw his arousal to higher heights and make him even more cooperative.

"Naughty boys hide in dark places all alone while they rub their penises in secret, dear. But a good boy has someone, like a big sister, to help him. I think you're a good boy, and I want to help you. Aren't you a good boy?"

He nodded.

Vicky let her hand slide up his thigh as she leaned over closer to his face, displaying even more of her breasts until the edge of her left areola was peeking out of her sweater. Her hand moved higher and came to rest just barely against his testicles as she whispered, "Do you want to let me help you, Billy? Do you want to be a good little brother?"

"Yesss..." he whispered, glancing between her face and the exposed edge of her nipple.

"Ok, then," she said, sitting up and taking hold of the sheet that covered the boy from the waist down. "Let's just lower the sheet a little bit so I can see your penis and testicles. That will be the first step for you to let me look at your penis. Just relax, honey, it's ok for me to look. I'm your big sister."

Billy's body was rigid and held perfectly still, unable to breathe, as his sister picked the sheet up and lifted it over his jutting penis and then laid it to rest at his knees. She paused for a moment to let her eyes flow over his naked genitals with a happy and approving face, then she calmly laid her hand back down on his upper thigh, her fingertips barely touching his testes.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it? It's ok for you to let your big sister take down the sheet so she can see your penis and testicles. It's good for you to let me look, and you shouldn't feel embarrassed at all. Now just relax and we can continue our conversation, ok?"

He nodded, finally letting the breath out.

"Good boy. You have a very pretty penis, Billy, and your testicles are sweet too." She smiled as she looked down at his genitals, letting him adjust to the feeling of allowing his big sister's eyes to roam intimately over his nakedness.

Vicky looked back up to his face. "Now, then, about being a good boy... A good boy doesn't masturbate all alone any time he wants to. A good boy shares his spurts with his big sister." She watched his face and saw that he was still blushing. "A good boy is not embarrassed that he has a penis. I know you have a penis, Billy, I'm looking at it now. I like looking at it. It's ok for me to look, isn't it honey?"

Billy felt a strange combination of embarrassment and pleasure. He did like being naked in front of his beautiful sister... He couldn't help but nod 'yes'.

Vicky continued. "I know you might feel embarrassed to be exposed so intimately with me, but you'll get used to it. I'm not going to undress, Billy, because I'm not a boy and I don't have the need to ejaculate regularly like a boy does. Since you're the boy, it's ok for you to be naked. Do you understand?"

He nodded again.

"Because I'm your big sister and I love you, I'm going to help take care of your penis from now on. Do you think it's ok that I pulled the sheet down? Do you think it's ok for me to help you with your penis?"

Billy wasn't sure where it would lead, but he definitely liked the feeling of his beautiful big sister looking at him. He could feel her hand on his thigh like a warm glow, and her fingertips had started to caress against his testes ever so gently as she talked to him. There was something wonderful about the way she said 'penis' so softly and he wanted her to touch him. He liked it a lot, and he nodded 'yes'.

"Good boy!" she said delightedly, "I was hoping you'd want me to help take care of your penis. It's ok with you now if I start to touch you, isn't it?"

He nodded.

Vicky's hand began to truly massage his testicles now, very softly, but fully. As though she now had the complete right to take charge of his genitals, and Billy felt very good.

Vicky said, "Billy, what I want you to do now..." With her free hand, Vicky took Billy's right wrist and gently guided his hand to his erect penis. "...is to show me how you like to rub your penis."

Billy was hesitant and Vicky urged him on. "Be a good boy and rub your penis for me, honey, that's it, yes, Good boy."

Billy couldn't believe he was stroking his erection as his sister watched and fondled his testicles. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. He watched her face as she kept her eyes glued to his hand as it stroked his shaft. She said, "Yes, good boy, rub your penis slowly, honey.

He watched her partly exposed breasts rise and fall with each breath, further adding to his excitement.

Vicky said, "That's very nice Billy, I like the way you are rubbing your penis for me. Just take your time and masturbate for me for a while, and then, when you get close to spurting, I want you to remove your hand before you make your cute little cummy spurts for me. Can you do that Billy? Will you do that for mommy?"

Billy nodded.

Vicky sat at her brother's side, enjoying the feeling of his firm young testicles in her hand, but also watching for the tell-tale sign of his testes drawing up to his body in preparation for ejaculation. She didn't want him spurting too soon or too suddenly.

After a few minutes, Vicky cooed, "Be sure to be a good boy and tell mommy when you get close to spurting honey."

He nodded, his breathing beginning to become labored.

"Say 'yes, mommy', Billy. Will you be a good boy for mommy?"

"Yess...mommy..." he whispered.

Vicky was patient, but she also wanted to be sure to focus Billy's mind properly as he played with his penis. She whispered, "It's good for my good boy to be naked for me, and to rub his pretty little penis for me. Mommy is going to help her boy make sweet little cummy spurts. Be sure to let mommy know when you feel close to spurting, honey..."

Only moments later, Billy's hand let go of his penis as he gasped, "oh....oh....please...."

Vicky quickly gripped his shaft with her free hand and stroked her brother's erection long and fast, driving him immediately to ejaculation. His body writhed and he gasped and moaned as his penis was expertly stimulated by his big sister.

"Yes, honey, make sweet cummy spurts for mommy.... That's my good boy.... Spurt for mommy, Billy... come for mommy..."

A jet of white semen erupted from his penis as Vicky giggled, "Ohhhh... such a good boy...."

Spurt after spurt shot out onto Billy's tummy as Vicky rubbed him fast and hard. "Give mommy every drop, dear, don't hold anything back, spurt for me, make big-boy cummy spurts for mommy...."

Finally, when he could give no more, his body fell back to the bed. Vicky's face shown with pride and accomplishment, so happy was she that she had ejaculated her brother so fully. She was delighted that he had spurted so much semen for her, marveling at the quantity of white puddles on his tummy and chest, as well as the warm goo now covering her little hand.

She softly continued to milk and caress his penis, producing tiny droplets that diminished over time until she laid his spent penis on his tummy and patted his testes softly. She smiled at how excited and yet helpless he looked as she coached him like a little boy. Boy's are so simple, she thought.

"Good boy," she said, "that was a very nice ejaculation Billy. I'm so pleased with you. You made such nice spurts for me that I'm going to give you a reward."

Vicky turned on the bed so that she could lay beside him propped up on her elbow with his head at her breast. She carefully slipped the bodice of her sweater aside to reveal one of her breasts, then she daintily wiped some of the semen from her fingers onto her nipple and areola.

"Close your eyes, honey," she cooed softly, as she guided her nipple to his mouth and cradled his head in the nook of her arm.

Billy's natural aversion to tasting his own semen was overcome by his desire to suckle at his sister's breast. It seemed so warm and safe as he felt the softness of her breast in his mouth and against his face.

Over time, Vicky continued to pause and wipe up much of Billy's semen from his penis and tummy, applying it to her nipple, and gave Billy comfort as he suckled his own semen from her breast.

After a long time together, Vicky smiled as she began to see signs of life in Billy's spent penis. Boys are so delightful, she thought, as she was impressed by his youthful vigor.

She reached down and began to fondle his penis, feeling it grow again to full size in her warm hand.

"Would you like us to share another ejaculation together, Billy?" she asked, as she began to stroke his stiffening shaft.

Billy nodded, never letting her precious nipple out of his lips.

"Ok, since you've been such a good boy, let's see if we can get some more spurts out of your cute little penis..."

After a few minutes of rubbing Billy's penis, Vicky paused and said, "Billy, since we are now so intimate, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

He nodded 'no'.

She smiled, "I've heard that some boys like to look at and touch a girl's panties. Have you ever thought naughty boy things about a girl's panties?"

He was hesitant, but then barely nodded 'yes'.

Grinning, Vicky asked, "Have you ever been alone in the laundry room and touched a pair of my panties, Billy? I want you to be completely honest."

Again, after a moments' hesitation, and Vicky's hand expertly stimulating his penis, he admitted that he had done so by nodding.

Vicky said in a voice of mock scolding, "How naughty! You're a naughty boy to touch my panties without permission. I'm going to have to give you a spanking later for being such a naughty boy, but right now I want to see your pretty little penis spurt for me again..."

She sat up a little, withdrawing her nipple from Billy's pouting mouth and covering it with her sweater again, but she continued to rub his fully stiff penis.

She said, "Billy, would you like to touch and feel my panties? Would you like to smell my panties while I rub your penis?"

He nodded.

"Ok, I'm going to give you permission, since you're being a good boy for me now." She stood up at the side of the bed and said, "Rub your penis, Billy, while I do something."

Billy stroked his penis, eyes glued to his sister to see what would happen next. He watched as Vicky lifted the sides of her skirt enough to slip her hands into the waistband of her panties and wiggle them off to let a little lacey white thong pool at her ankles.

She stepped out of her tiny panties and picked them up, straightening out all the wrinkles and twists. She sat back down on the bed next to her brother and brought the crotch of the tiny thong right up to his nose. 

"You have my permission to smell my panties as you rub your penis for me, Billy. I've worn these panties all day long, so they should be warm and fragrant for you, honey. If you're a good boy, we can do this again whenever you ask permission. Would you like that?"

Billy nodded enthusiastically as he inhaled his sister's scent deeply and stroked his penis more vigorously.

Vicky smiled at his reaction, "Now Billy, you should thank mommy for letting you enjoy her panties as you stroke your penis. And be sure to let mommy know when your spurts are close... Now thank mommy for her panties."

She heard him say, "Thank you, mommy," whispered through the fragrant white lace.

"Good boy," she said, as she casually massaged his testicles and watched his hand go up and down his shaft.

After a few minutes, his body was wiggling and he let go of his penis. Vicky dutifully replaced his hand with her own soft caresses, saying, "Ask mommy to make you spurt, honey."

"Please, mommy, please make me spurt," he moaned.

"Alright honey, mommy's going to make juicy little cummy spurts from her boy's pretty penis..." She stroked hard and fast, and was quickly rewarded with a few small spurts, perhaps half as large and half as many as he had made the first time.

She cooed to him as he came for her. "Oh, that's very nice, dear. Good boy. Make cummy spurts for mommy... Come for mommy, good boy...again ...yes, again, honey... what a good spurty boy you are..."

When she had thoroughly milked her little brother for the second time in an hour, Vicky cuddled up at his side again, but this time did not offer him her breast. Instead, she took up a procedure of wiping the crotch of her little thong panty in the pools of her brother's little spurts, and then having him lick and suck the warm juices from her panty.




Victoria and Billy Ch. 02



After she had satisfied herself that he was sufficiently cleaned up, she took her panties away and snuggled at his side.

Vicky said, "Billy, from now on, I don't want you to masturbate alone any more. From now on, it is important that you let me take care of your penis properly, like a big sister should. When you feel the need to ejaculate, I want you to tell me so that I can help you. Will you do that for mommy?"

"Yes, mommy," he said.

"Good boy."

Vicky snuggled her head on his shoulder and they both fell asleep.

Sometime later, their mother cracked the door slightly open and peered inside with a warm smile. She saw her fully dressed daughter snuggled up to her naked son, whose legs were spread wide to display his genitals without restraint. She saw that her daughter's damp panties were on the nightstand nearby. She could see small spots of semen on her son's spent penis and his belly that glistened in the moonlight from the nearby window.

As she softly closed the door again, her husband approached and whispered, "Is everything alright?"

His wife smiled and took his hand, "Everything is fine, honey. Now come to our room and let's get your pants down so mommy can take care of your penis before bedtime."

"Yes, mommy," he said.

Vicky's mother soon had her husband right where she liked him best - naked and lying on her bed while she remained fully clothed as a proper lady should be. She kicked off her heels and approached him, laying her hand softly on his fat penis as it began to throb and thicken with anticipation.

She sat down next to him, remembering the first time she had done so. They had just enjoyed a nice evening out, and her husband had been a perfect gentleman in front of her friends which always made her feel satisfied as a wife.

She now had his penis in her hands, getting him hard. She knew it would be a short time and she would be treated to the joy of making her man spurt his semen for her. She loved him and loved to watch him ejaculate. It just never got old to watch a penis spurt semen...

She admired his freshly shaved genitals - not a wisp of hair anywhere to hinder her view or reduce the intimacy of his nakedness - and she spoke softly, "Does my good boy remember the first time he had his pants down for me?"

"Yes, dear," he whispered as she removed her hand from his now-stiff penis and he replaced it with his own and began to masturbate. Vicky's and Billy's mom watched her husband rub his penis for her for the upteen-thousandth time.

She recalled the evening of their third date, so many years ago, when Melissa had sent her brother Paul to bed, made coffee, and the two girls had talked about boys until the wee hours of the morning. It was then that Mel had told her all about how she had kept her little brother a wholesome and pure virgin boy, waiting for the right girl to come along.

Andrea, Vicky's mom, had been shocked at first, but Mel won her over with her calmness and sincerity, and it did seem nice to know that the young man she was falling in love with had never been with a woman. The secret, as Melissa had put it, was that she had started early to take charge of her brother's masturbatory needs and to guide him so that he looked to the woman in his life to fulfill his sexual requirements. This had kept him away from any slutty girls at school...

That night, Mel had handed Andrea the responsibility for taking care of Paul's penis. Melissa had helped her with Paul a couple times, and once she got the hang of it, he was hers alone.

Andrea had taken her new responsibilities to heart, and had masturbated her boyfriend at least once each day until they were married. On their marriage night, she had first masturbated him to relieve any 'quickness' that young grooms are plagued with, and a little later she was able to make love with him slowly and pleasurably for her first time.

They had lived happily ever since, perhaps having intercourse once or twice a week, but she had kept up her duties to see that her husband was properly masturbated on a daily basis. She had also trained him to be a 'cunning linguist', which was quite to her liking.

Now she heard her man whisper, "Oh, please, mommy..." as he let go of his penis.

Andrea gripped her husband's shaft and stroked him, making him spurt quickly as she cooed to him that he was a 'good boy..." and that he should "come for mommy..."

After Paul had finished ejaculating for his wife, she snuggled against him and they whispered in conversation. It was then that she let him know that Victoria had taken over duties to care for Billy's penis and ejaculations, just as Melissa had done for him. They smiled and were content that Billy would grow up to be a good boy.

Andrea glanced in the mirror to see her daughter Vicky peeking in through the partially open door of their bedroom.

Mother and daughter smiled at each other with knowing looks. 

Secrets kept among wise women for the benefit of men past silently between them, in the near darkness of the moonlight.

As Paul slept naked and spent on the bed, Andrea gently rose and went to her daughter. The two women smiled knowingly again as she shared a lingering glance at the naked man on the bed. Vicky liked how her father looked, so peaceful and beautiful in his nudity.

Mother and daughter crept to Billy's room, and peered through the door together. They shared another picture of a nude sleeping male, this time younger, but no less loved by each of the ladies.

Andrea and her daughter Victoria went down to the kitchen and made tea. They then sat up for hours, talking together about the proper care of a boy's, and a man's, genitals. Andrea gave Vicky several tips and Vicky asked many questions.

Of particular interest to Vicky, was whether her mother had 'taken care of' boys...the way Aunt Melissa did.

Andrea said, "Do you mean, have I taken care of boys besides your father?"

"Well, yes, mom."

"Are you sure you want to know the answer?"

"Yes mom, I'm a grown up girl and I can take it," Vicky smiled.

Her mom smiled back. "Then the answer is, yes. I suppose it's because there are so few women like us, and your Aunt Mel, who understand a boy's needs and are willing to take them in hand, so to speak."

They shared a giggle, and then Andrea continued. "Once I was dating, and taking care of, your father while we finished college, I had other opportunities arise. One thing led to another, and my then-18-year-old cousin Tim and I were alone together for a couple weeks..."

Andrea told the story...

Tim was a cute and bashful boy, having just turned 18, and spent spring break of his high school senior year at Andrea's house, since his parents had gone to Europe for two weeks. Expecting as much, she had kept an eye out and caught her young cousin touching his penis.

She had a talk with him and convinced him not to touch himself alone any longer. For the next ten days, she had supervised his youthful vigor two or three times a day, much to their mutual enjoyment. Over the ensuing years, whenever they were together at a family affair, they'd take time out to renew their relationship and Andrea would help her cousin with his genital care and see to it that he made a very nice ejaculation.

After Andrea and Paul married, one of Paul's best friends stayed a few days in their apartment. Andrea had been shocked when Paul's college friend sheepishly asked her to 'help him like she did for Paul," which she undertook. After that, Edward would come by in the evenings a few times a week so that Andrea could see to his needs properly.

Even now in their 40's, whenever Paul had his friends over for a card game, Andrea would take each man into the spare bedroom, one at a time, and see that he was properly ejaculated. Vicky was surprised that she had never noticed this, and Andrea smiled, "A wise woman has her ways..." she said.

Then Andrea said, "Vic, now that you know how to properly ejaculate a boy, you may find yourself asked by other boys for help. Always remember these three rules and you'll do fine: First - you keep your clothes on. Second - the boy must take his clothes off. And third - always use the 'mommy - little boy' language - no matter how old a man gets, that will excite him and make him spurt very hard for you."

"Ok, mom, thanks. Mel told me the same, but it's good to hear from two experts."

Vicky's mom looked at her watch. 2 AM. She smiled as she stood up to go to bed. She said, "I'll bet you'd enjoy masturbating your brother in his sleep, it's the most fun if they don't really wake up. I'm going to take care of your father again before turning in, because he was such a good boy for me tonight. You might want to see to your young brother's needs as well..." She smiled. "Perhaps you should tag a long and pick up some pointers..."

Vicky grinned, "Ok mom, I'll look in on Billy after I observe and learn. That will be fun."

Andrea led the way into her bedroom with Vicky behind her. She motioned Vicky to perch at the foot of the bed as she sat next to her husband's hip and began to massage his genitals. Vicky was surprised how quickly her father's penis began to get plump and then throb to stiffness.

Now that she was closer, she saw that her dad had no pubic hair. That was a revelation, and she thought it looked lovely. In short order of a few well-spent minutes, Andrea had her unconscious husband writhing on the bed, and soon his penis spurted several puddles of semen to the sound of his sleeping moans.

Vicky's mom smiled wickedly as she bent over her husband's groin and licked up his semen with practiced grace, finally returning his softening penis to rest clean upon his hairless scrotum. Having finished, she led Vicky by the hand and shooed her out of her bedroom toward her son's room.

"Now go be a good sister and have a good night dear," whispered Andrea, "I think it's fairly obvious how to handle Billy."

"Goodnight mom," whispered Vicky, "and thanks for the lesson." 

Vicky's mind was awhirl with ideas about 'lending a hand' to more boys than just her brother. After all, her own mother apparently masturbated a lot of men besides her dad. She really liked doing it and was determined to take charge of the genital care of many boys, starting with the continuing care of her brother, of course.

The power rush of making a boy come, of being clothed while the boy was naked, of being 'mommy', making him beg, and watching how helpless he looked when his little penis spurted...

Vicky sat down at her brother's side again, admiring his relaxed genitals and listening to his soft breathing. As she lay her hand upon his groin, cupping his soft penis and testicles and beginning to massage them to life.

"Yes," she whispered to herself, "I can do this for a lot of boys..."

Vicky was very pleased with herself when it took her less than four minutes to milk her little brother of a few more little spurts. He was so cute when he came. She felt quite powerful, making him come...

She would hatch a plan to make her helping hands available to all of Billy's friends...



Victoria and Billy Ch. 03



One Saturday night a few weeks later, Vicky and Billy's mother, Andrea, was organizing things in the kitchen. She had prepared a few snacks and had chilled two six-packs of beer in advance of her husband Paul's monthly card game. Andrea was intimately involved in the monthly event, since it was an opportunity for Andrea to treat a few of Paul's closest buddies to a little session of relief.

Andrea had always enjoyed providing many of Paul's friends with a 'helping hand', which had been a standard arrangement since before they were married. Paul had understood the arrangement perfectly and it had always seemed normal and natural to him. It had begun during his youth when his sister Melissa had first taken her brother Paul in hand and assumed responsibility for his genital care.

This arrangement was transferred from Melissa to his future wife Andrea.

Likewise, Melissa had encouraged Paul to reveal their genital care relationship to a few close and trusted friends, whom Mel had also 'helped'. This same arrangement went forward into Paul and Andrea's relationship, whereby Andrea had also 'helped' many of Paul's friends.

The card game was getting underway as Paul's friends John, Tom, and Mike had arrived and were setting up the cards and chips on the table, buying into the bank, and preparing for battle.

Andrea paused in the doorway to the game room, smiling to herself as she perused the boys. They were nice men, every one, she thought, as she looked at the attractive bulges in their tight jeans. She was happy that this evening, she would be taking care of each of her boys, just like always.

Since John had been divorced last year, Andrea had allowed him to drop by the house once or twice a week when he was between girlfriends, so that she could see to his care. Tom and Mike were happily married with children and so it was simply a monthly card-game-and-care-giving ritual that reminded them all of years gone by.

Soon the boys were playing and boisterously bantering as Andrea circled the table every now and then to refresh some snacks or provide another beer. She was always strict about drinking and wouldn't let any of the boys have more than three in an evening. 

Soon, Tom went all in with the remainder of his $20 buy-in, and lost to John's full house. It was a bitter sweet defeat for Tom, who blushed as Andrea crooked her finger at him from the doorway with a 'come hither' look in her eyes.

"Come along, Tommy," she said as her other boys snickered, "it's time for me to take care of you." She sashayed away down the hall, all male eyes on her swaying ass in her tight jeans, as Tom pushed his chair in and sheepishly followed her to her bedroom.

Tom thought back to college days when he was Paul's roommate. In short order he and Paul had become quite close friends - bonding well with much in common - and one night he and Paul had been a bit drunk, drinking beers and talking in their dorm room.

Paul had told him about his sister, Melissa, and how she had taken responsibility as his 'care-giver.'

"Your what?" Tom had said, not understanding.

Paul had explained the relationship that Melissa and he had, how she took care of his genital health since he had turned 18. He told Tom that Melissa had also voluntarily 'helped' a few of his closest high school buddies. He went further to reveal that his new girlfriend, Andrea, had taken over from Melissa, and that she was willing to 'help' a few of Paul's friends, if they could be trusted.

Tom asked a million questions and was completely amazed at what his friend Paul had told him. Eventually, Tom agreed to explore this opportunity with Andrea, and a date was set.

Paul, Tom, and Andrea went out for pizza the following weekend, returning a little tipsy to the boys' dorm room. After some uncomfortable and embarrassing conversation, Paul had left the room to watch TV for a while in the lobby, while Andrea and Tom remained in the dorm room alone together.

It had been quite businesslike, the way Andrea took charge. She simply told swore Tom to secrecy and then simply asked him to lower his pants and underwear, and then lie down on the bed. He hesitated, but then did as she had asked, revealing his naked genitals to his roommate's girlfriend for the first time.

Tom was quickly erect, and Andrea calmly sat at his side and began to stroke his shaft. It only took a few minutes for her to cause him to ejaculate. "Good boy," was all she said. She cleaned him up and then insisted he continue to relax on the bed so that she could see to it that he was "properly drained."

Twenty minutes later, Tom had a second ejaculation.

Andrea then told him that she was willing to continue to oversee his genital care, perhaps once per week, so long as he was a good boy and kept their secret.

Throughout the 4 years of college, Andrea had continued her weekly care of Tom's genitals, even as he had girlfriends and eventually became engaged. It was agreed that her care would continue, albeit less often, as Tom got married and lived happily with his wife in the ensuing years...

Now Tom was walking down the familiar hallway, following Andrea to her bedroom. At 43, Tom shook his head in amazement that he had eagerly submitted to Andrea's strange predilection for so long, and equally amazed that he had no desire to end the arrangement.

He knew that Andrea would do the same to Paul's other friends this same night. It was unbelievable, and yet true.

Andrea stood at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed and a knowing grin on her face. "Let's have your pants and undies off, Tommy, and lie down on the bed for me like a good boy..."

"Yes, Andrea," he whispered, for perhaps the thousandth time.

By the time he had kicked off his loafers, removed his pants and briefs and laid down on the bed, he was fully erect. He closed his eyes. Even after all this time he still felt self-conscious about undressing for his friend's wife and exposing his erect penis to his friend's wife. It was humiliating that he was so weak that he could not resist her offer.

"My, you look quite full and stiff Tommy," said Andrea, "now you be a good boy for me and be quick. We need to get your semen flowing nicely so I'll be ready for the next boy."

"Yes, Andrea," he mumbled, as she sat down beside him and began to stroke his penis gently.

Andrea smiled at how, no matter how many times she had touched Tom's penis and made him ejaculate over the years, she still enjoyed seeing and touching a naked man. It made her feel sexy, and powerful and very 'in-control', just as Mel had taught her so long ago.

"Rubbing a boy's penis, making him writhe and moan and spurt," said Melissa those twenty-five years ago, "is very exciting. It will make you feel wonderful! It's addictive once you start doing it, and you'll want to do it often. You'll also want variety."

Andrea smiled at the idea of 'variety', as Mel had explained.

"There are as many kinds of penises as there are kinds of boys," Mel had said, "Big, small, long, short, thick, thin, pink, purple, pale, dark - a girl should see at touch a wide variety of boys. It's the spice of life!"

And so it was, thought Andrea, as she rubbed Tom's penis. It was long but a little on the thin side. Very pale with a bright pink head that always turned a pretty shade of purple when he was about to spurt. Andrea had affection for each boy and each penis that she cared for. She smiled as Tom's hips began to wiggle involuntarily.

Andrea said, "Tommy, I want you to make nice big cummy-spurts for mommy now, be a good boy and spurt for mommy..."

She sped up her stroking, letting her hand slide fully over the sensitive corona of his now-purple head, and hearing the delightful gasps and whimpers of a boy on the verge of ejaculation.

Suddenly, Tom's penis erupted with a gorgeous spurt of thick, juicy semen, making Andrea smile with satisfaction as always. It never got old, watching a boy's face looking so defenseless and open as he whimpered, and watching his beautiful penis spurting his delicious semen.

Always a treat for a girl. Always.

Andrea stroked him to completion, assuring herself that she had expressed every last drop of his fluid, before she reached for the tissues and cleaned up his mess.

"Oh, Tommy," she cooed, "boy's are so messy... But you were a good boy for mommy and made very nice spurts for me."

Once she had him cleaned up, she kissed him on the forehead and said, "Now be a good boy and put your undies and pants back on."

"Yes, Andrea," he whispered, feeling drained and relaxed as always.

Once he was dressed, he smiled at Andrea sitting demurely on the side of the bed. Andrea said, "Please tell Amy I said 'hi', and now go back out to the card room and send in the next naughty boy to me."

So it went. That evening Andrea took great pride and pleasure in caring for each of her husband's friends' penises - Tom, John, and then Mike - making each man spurt strongly for 'mommy', just as she had done for years.

Once the boys were gone, Paul came to the bedroom to find Andrea fresh from the shower, wearing a terry-cloth robe and wrapping a towel around her head. Paul grinned sheepishly as he looked at the wastebasket near the bedside table. It had so many used tissues full of the semen of his friends' ejaculations - all caused by his beautiful wife's skillful hands at play on their penises.

He couldn't help it, but it made him aroused. It always had...

Andrea looked at her husband with lust in her eyes. "Paul," she said, "I want you naked on that bed this instant - you know how horny mommy gets when she makes her boys spurt..."

"Yes, dear," he said, undressing quickly and laying on the middle of the bed with his naked erection jutting from his shaved groin.

"Mmm," cooed Andrea, "That's the way I like to see my husband..." She climbed onto the bed and swung a thigh across his body as she parted her robe and mounted his hips. "This is the special penis that is all mine..." She gripped his shaft and guided his head to the opening of her already-drenched pussy. As she lowered her body to sheath her husband's penis, she sighed in pleasure. "Ooohhh, yes, good boy... This is my special penis that I get to ride - don't come too soon, honey, I want to ride a while..."

"Yes, dear," he whispered, "I'll try..."

Andrea ground her hips upon his, relishing the sensations of her husband's thick stiffness as she stirred his shaft around inside the wet softness of her vagina. She jockeyed for the perfect position where she could rub the head of his penis against her cervix while simultaneously grinding her clitoris against the root of his cock.

"Aaahhhhh," she moaned softly, "soooo yummyyyyyy...."

Andrea writhed and moaned all over her husband's body, using his stiff penis as her personal pleasure toy. She concentrated on the sensations of her husband's penis inside of her body, while replaying the visions of Tom, John, and Mike - spurting for her over and over and over.

She used her body and mind in this way to increase her enjoyment, bringing herself to several peaks of pleasure before driving off the cliff of orgasmic bliss in a final fireworks show of intense, wracking sensation that forced soft screams from her throat.

She lay upon her husband's body exhausted and happy. It was good to be a woman. It was really good to be a woman who had the pleasure of a variety of penises that she could make to spurt for her enjoyment, while at the same time having one husband to whom she could faithfully make love whenever she wished..

After catching her breath, Andrea rolled onto her back. "Show me how a real man thrusts into his wife, honey..." she cooed.

Paul mounted her missionary style and began to thrust his engorged penis into Andrea's wet and willing body hard and fast, causing his wife to pant and squeal under his onslaught. Paul could feel his withheld orgasm approaching, release just a few thrusts away as his heavy testicles flopped against Andrea's bottom between her receptively parted thighs...

Andrea struggled to relax her body beneath her husband, making herself as soft and open and welcoming as possible. She adored her man and the intimacy she felt in willingly opening herself to him, letting him thrust and pant and drive his deliciously stiff and throbbing penis into her with all the delightful power, vigor, and urgency that a male on the brink of climax can give a woman...

She parted her thighs and raised her knees a bit more, giving him full, complete, and deep access to her wet and luscious vagina - already so creamy and moist from her orgasms - just waiting for the final addition of her beloved husband's semen. She gasped as the tip of his swollen pink head pounded against the mouth of her cervix. It was wonderful to be pummeled and plundered by a juicily thick and frantic stiff cock.

She happily watched her husband's face as it took on that desperate look that men get right before they begin to ejaculate. She cooed, "come in me, honey, I want your semen inside me... spurt in me honey, you know you need to..."

"Arggghhhhh..." groaned Paul as his body stiffened, and then the first spurt of semen passed through his urethra and into the receptive wet depths of his wife's body bathing her cervix and the already wet walls of her vagina. He pressed again, trying to pulse his semen deeper into her, to claim her, to possess her with his turgid cock and his warm slippery seed.

"Ah, yes, good boy..." whispered Andrea as she felt the increased slippery warm wetness fill her pussy, "Spurt, honey, spurt in mommy's pussy...." Again and again her husband thrust into her, moaning and ejaculating, filling her with all the warm rich semen he could force from his body. 

He gripped her powerfully, thrusting and spurting, all tensed muscle, stiff cock, and plentiful male juices.

"Mmmmm, that's my boy..." she cooed softly in his ear as he labored on top of her, "Make me all messy inside, honey, that's a good boy... make mommy all messy..."

With a final few thrusts and tensing to expulse the last drops of seed, Paul laid his weight on his wife's body in exhaustion. His breathing labored from his exertion, his spent cock still pulsing softly downward from the height of possession and passion.

Andrea caressed the big head on her shoulder, whispering her approval and acceptance of her husband's ardor and efforts.

She couldn't help but squeeze his spent penis with her vaginal muscles, enjoying the feeling of fullness inside of her. She also enjoyed the wet, slippery, juicy feeling of having been filled with semen, as was her right as the wife. She smiled smugly, thinking how much she liked being filled with semen by a powerful male body wielding a stiff and urgent cock to ejaculation and completion.

It felt so wholesome and wonderful to have both cock and semen vying for space inside her body. She felt desirable, feminine, and deliciously sexy, having emptied her man's soul into her womb once again. His weight on her body was comforting. His throbbing and softening penis in her pussy was satisfying.

She lay contented under him, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasms and the tingling sensations between her thighs that always followed a good banging. Her mind drifted, filled with thoughts of penises and semen, as it had for so many years.

She let her husband calm down and recover, petting his head and back lovingly and cooing softly in his ear as she enjoyed feeling his penis slowly softening inside her body. She would wiggle her hips slightly from time to time to feel his progress from hard to soft.

She whispered, "Oh, you've been such a good boy for mommy, giving her such good thrusts and spurts. You know how mommy loves her boy's stiff and manly penis inside her, and I like feeling your penis slowly softening inside me..."

She kissed him on the top of his head, and then purred, "But now you're nice and soft again, honey. And since you did such a good job making mommy all messy, now you have a duty to perform for mommy don't you, honey?"

He nodded and whispered, "Yes, dear."

She said, "Good boy. Now, when you're ready, sweetheart, it's time to make mommy come again while you make me nice and clean..."

After a few more deep breaths, Paul pulled his flaccid penis from Andrea's gripping vagina, and he slid himself down until his face was between her thighs and he could see all the gooey wetness on her bare vulva and labia and seeping from her hole.

Andrea lifted and spread her thighs wide. "That's my good boy," she whispered as she caressed his head with one hand. "Clean mommy up nicely, dear."

Paul began to lick all around his wife's crotch, cleaning any and all juices that had escaped the mouth of her pussy, and swallowing it all as his wife's hips began to gyrate slowly, her hand gripped in his hair, and she began to moan and whisper "good boy... good boy..."

He slid his tongue into her vagina, delving deeply as possible and lapping at her inner walls, carrying away the mixture of his own seed and her copious juices. He licked and sucked and swirled his tongue everywhere on her sex, inside and out, as she moved her hips and body to the music of her own pleasure.

With legs wide and heels on the bed, Andrea moved her pelvis in circles, guiding her husband's lips and tongue all over, around, and through the layered pink lips of her pussy, and occasionally lifting high to pass his tongue over the sensitive bud of her anus, sending shiver after shiver of wicked pleasure coursing through her taut and sweaty body.

After many minutes of ministry to his wife's most tender and sensitive flesh, Paul laid his flat tongue lovingly upon her clitoris and moved his head in slow circles. Andrea responded with gasps and squeals of delight as her pleasure was doubled, then tripled as he softly sucked her clitoris and its surrounding flesh into his mouth.

Ever so gently, he touched her engorged pleasure nub with the tip of his tongue and began to flick back and forth across the head of her clit. Andrea's body wracked and stiffened in response, torn between pulling away and pressing toward his skillful tongue, as gasps and moans and unintelligible words were torn from her throat. 

Paul gripped her hips in his hands, squeezing his forearms together to hold her helplessly in place while he plundered her tender clit mercilessly with his tongue, flicking across her clit, circling it, flicking again, faster, faster... Her movements, thwarted by his strong arms, did not cease - guttural, feral sounds emanated from deep in her throat as her hands clawed at his head and caught in his hair.

Knowing she was nearly undone, Paul gripped her pelvis even tighter, shifted some of his body weight forward to his shoulders and neck thereby pinning his wife's hips to the bed as he flicked his tongue now firmly against the nub of her clitoris.

Andrea screamed and cried out, her whole body tensing with pleasure as her orgasm pounded against her body again and again like waves of the sea against a cliff. Every time she was able to think, she thought it was over and her husband would relent, but she found him intent on making her come again, and another wave would crash against her.

"Fuck! Cock! Fuck! Cock! Cock! Cock! Fuck!" she screamed as the delirium of her orgasmic peaks drove all sentient thought from her mind, leaving her a base animal of nerve endings and intense sensations of pleasure bordering on pain. She squeezed her husband's head firmly between her supple but strong thighs, holding him still but unable to stop his tongue's continued ministry upon her sensitive clit.

Finally she collapsed with a soft whimper, her body empty and limp as a rag doll. Immediately, Paul froze, withdrawing his tongue from contact with her clitoris, and softly laying his lips and tongue motionless over the tender folds of her labia. There he remained and waited, breathing softly against her mound, allowing her time to gather herself while he showed his love through the continued gentle physical connection.




Victoria and Billy Ch. 03



After some time, Andrea's mind re-booted and she could think again. Her entire body still tingled, especially her pussy, especially her worn out clitoris. She could feel her husband's mouth still upon her womanhood, his warm breath upon her tummy, and his head felt nice between her thighs.

She casually caressed Paul's hair, slowly giving him the message that she was still alive, and that he had yet to succeed in killing her with orgasms. She thanked God she had a strong heart.

She thought of her husband's stiff cock, thrusting and spurting inside her. She thought of his wickedly inquisitive and skillful tongue, licking up the mess he had made of her pussy, and then continuing until she was a complete wreck. 

She thought of the boys from the card game, nice boys, her boys in a way, pulling their pants down for her, presenting her with their willing and needy penises. Making them spurt...

She thought of her son William, Billy, whose cute young penis was now in the care of his older sister Vicky, and smiled. All was as it should be... and yet...

She wondered how Vicky and Billy were doing now, several weeks after the initial evening when Vicky had gone to Billy, and convinced her brother to put his young genitals into her care.

Andrea thought about the years ahead for Vicky, now on the same path as her mother and Aunt Mel. Vicky would take good care of her brother's genitals as all big sisters should, and then she would begin to branch out, taking care of more boys' penises over time. She envied her daughter's new journey, just beginning her career as a masturbatrix, all those fresh young boys pulling down their pants for her for the first time... 

The joy of new discoveries at every turn...

Thinking of which, Andrea missed the fun and anticipation of watching an embarrassed young man voluntarily pull down his pants and underwear, exposing his young and virile genitals to her eyes for the first time. The electricity of the first time she would wrap her little hand around the hot stiffness of the nervous boy, the first time she would see the throes of pleasure in his innocent face, the first desperate, helpless pants and whimpers as she made him spurt for the first time.

Ah, to be young again, she thought. Those were the days. But she contented herself that she had her husband, his three card-playing friends - all good men - and a few other gentlemen she took care of from time to time...

She pushed Paul away, signaling him that he could let go of her hips and withdraw. She pulled her knees together and turned on her side into fetal position, as her husband took his place behind her, wrapping his body around her and palming a breast.

Such a comfort to bask in the afterglow of orgasm with the man she loved holding her close. She loved how her husband was strong and manly in every way, but that he was also well trained to be submissive to her. She knew he liked letting her be the benevolent queen whom he lovingly served, and she reveled in the power of being the real head of their home and their relationship.

There was more that she wanted. A further exaltation of the feminine in her home. Now that Vicky and Billy were over 18, some of the secret dreams she had always harbored could now be implemented...

Being in charge seemed so right. It helped her feel that feminine mystique - that special something that made women better and wiser than men. For a wise woman understood men rather easily - if you understand a man's penis, you understand him. Whereas men, cute though they were, would never understand women. 

She kissed her husband's sleeping cheek as she slipped from beneath him just as she heard the front door open quietly. She smiled as she got up and went quietly into the dark bathroom to clean up.

When she emerged a few minutes later, she opened her bedroom door to see her daughter Vicky just closing her brother's door as she left his room.

They exchanged grins and Vicky motioned toward the kitchen. Andrea nodded agreeing to the secret meeting of the women of the household.

Vicky slipped silently into her room and undressed. She felt both wicked and a little embarrassed that her panties were soaking wet, and she smiled to herself at her good fortune that evening. She couldn't wait to tell her mother all about it. It was a warm summer evening, and Vicky put on her sheer pink baby doll nighty with matching sheer pink panties, and her signature big floppy furry bunny slippers.

Vicky looked at herself in the mirror and grinned at the naughty vision that met her. At 19, she was all woman, with 'C' cup breasts capped by large pale areolas and pert nipples. Her waist was narrow above the swell of her hips wide hips - just like her mother. Her eyes were drawn to the sheer see-through panties, making obvious that she shaved her pubic hair, and that the lips of her vulva were big and fat - again, just like her mom.

She was proud of her body, and was starting to feel ever more comfortable using it to toy with men. Ever since she had the college boys at Aunt Melissa's house ogling her naked breasts, the feeling of magnetic power that she had felt then still lingered. She very much liked being a girl...

A few minutes later, Vicky crept quietly into the kitchen to find her mother in a clingy satin robe, warming water for tea at the stove. 

The mother and daughter exchanged several smug and satisfied glances as Andrea prepared their tea in the soft moonlight filtering through the windows, and once they were seated at the kitchen table, they conversed in low whispers.

"So, pet," said Andrea, "what did you and Billy do while you were out this evening?"

"Well," grinned Vicky, "we went to the Johnson's house so I could watch Tim while the Johnson's were out, as you know, and we all went for a swim - Timothy, Billy, and I."

"Yes..." said Andrea, indicating that she wanted complete details moment by moment.

Vicky grinned, "Well, after our swim, we decided to order pizza and have a pajama party. I borrowed one of Tami Johnson's pajama sets and I convinced the boys that they could just wear their underwear. It took some cajoling, but eventually I had both Tim and Billy in their tighty-whities." Vicky giggled.

"So we watched a few movies on cable, and ate Pizza, then I decided we should play 'spin the bottle'. The boys complained, but since I was in charge they eventually had to obey. Needless to say, it worked out nicely, even though I had bad luck."

"What do you mean?" asked Andrea.

"I mean that I had my bra and panties under my pajama tops and bottoms, not to mention my borrowed slippers, whereas the boys had only their undies. I had both lost both of my slippers and my top - leaving me in my bra and pajama bottoms the time both Billy and Timmy had lost their undies."

"What happened next?" said Andrea grinning with mischief.

"The boys kept trying to cover up their penises with their hands and wanted to declare the game over and put on their clothes, but I didn't let them. As the winner, I was allowed to put my PJ tops and slippers back on, but the forfeit of losing the game was that the boys had to remain naked until I said they could get dressed.

To stop them trying to cover up, I got two sashes from Tami's closet and I tied the boys' hands behind their backs so that they wouldn't be able to hide their genitals anymore. They were so embarrassed, especially by their arousal, it was just so cute to see the two boys with their adorable penises all erect and drippy."

The two women sipped their coffee happily, and then Vicky continued.

"So, I explained that since the boys were having erections, which was perfectly normal of course, I'd have to deal with them. I had the boys sit on the sofa, and I sat between them, and I just told them to relax while I fondled their penises and testicles for a while. Timmy was really squirming a lot, but when I threatened to spank him, he settled down."

"I see, so what happened next?"

Vicky grinned, "I rubbed their penises in tandem, one with each hand, and they spurted both pretty quickly. And very nicely too, I might add, I very proud of my 'two little brothers'. And then it sort of became a competition - I immediately set out to make them both spurt again to see who could do it faster."

Andrea's eyebrows rose in question and Vicky smiled. "Billy did me proud," she said, with great satisfaction. "After I finished Timmy again, I stopped to clean them up because they were soooo messy! Those boys had spurted semen all over the place. I decided to give the boys a rest, but I left them bound and naked so they wouldn't try to do anything naughty. It was such a rush to have two naked boys in the room with their hands tied behind their backs. It was awesome."

"I see," said Andrea sipping her coffee and thinking it was a wonderful opportunity to bring up her plan. "That sounds like a fun time," she said.

Vicky grinned, "It gets better. Later after another movie, just before it was time for the Johnson's to come home, I had a fun idea. I blindfolded the boys and took turns playing with them again. I traded back and forth, trying to get the boys close to spurting, and then switching again. In the end, I ejaculated the Billy first, and then really took my time teasing Timmy until he was whining and squirming and begging me to finish him!"

"My, my," said Andrea with obvious pleasure, "So you got to rub Timmy's penis and make him spurt three times. How did you like it?"

Vicky said gleefully, "It was really cool to play with another boy's penis. I love taking care of Billy, but I can't wait to play with Timmy again, and with even more boys. Is that weird?"

"Not at all dear, it's perfectly natural for a girl to enjoy variety. Well done." Andrea sipped her tea and then her eyes opened wide and she said "Oh!"

Vicky turned to see her dad, still half asleep standing in the kitchen doorway. His head lifted and he looked into the kitchen, then his eyes went wide when he saw his daughter Vicky sitting with her mother.

"Oh!" said Paul, coming out of his stupor quickly, and covering his naked genitals with his hands. "Sorry, I thought you were alone," he mumbled as he turned and made off quickly back to his bedroom.

But not before Vicky had been treated to a full view of her father's naked body - here eyes instantly coming to focus on his big manly genitals. She couldn't keep a little grin from playing at her lips, though she felt concern for her father's embarrassment. She removed the grin and attempted to act as though she really didn't notice much...

But in the brief glimpse with the help of the moonlight, her eyes had captured a permanent record of her father's naked penis and testicles, and noted that they glistened slightly with the juices of sex. The other thing that stood out was that his whole groin area, his penis, and testicles, were completely devoid of pubic hair.

She had glimpsed this before, but in this fully blatant show of familial nudity, it was clear to her just how much more 'naked' a male looked without pubic hair on or around his genitals.

She decided it looked very nice, much nicer than the 'furry' look, and that she would prefer male genitalia to be shaved naked from that day forward. She wondered if she could convince Billy to shave - or perhaps even shave him herself - after all, it was summer time and he wouldn't have gym class for many weeks to come...

Andrea broke the spell of silence and giggled, "Well, that was unexpected..."

Vicky giggled and said, "I agree, quite unexpected..."

Andrea considered her 19-year-old daughter. She was mature for her age, and was happily developing the right attitude toward boys, men, males of all kinds. A good attitude that would keep her safe from the kind of heated sexual exploits that might find a young lady pregnant out of wedlock - which was to be avoided at all costs, as far as Andrea was concerned.

Andrea decided the opportunity was now greater than ever, and that she needed to broach her idea slowly...

She looked at her daughter seriously and asked, "So, Victoria, clinically speaking, what did you think?"

"About dad?"

"Yes, dear, about the man who was just standing there naked a moment ago. How do you feel about seeing your father nude?"

Vicky blushed, embarrassed that her mother was asking her about having just seen her dad naked. "Well, uh, I don't know what you mean."

"I mean, in your opinion, how did he look. Did he look nice? Did you like what you saw? What questions do you have?"

"Oh, um, well, uh, he's nice and fit for his age."

Andrea smiled, "yes he is dear, but we both know that's not what I meant."

"Ok," Vicky took a deep breath. "Well, clinically speaking... He's...nice sized."

"Do you mean his genitals?"

Vicky nodded, blushing again.

"When we girls are talking, we should use clear words. What is 'nice sized'?"

Vicky took another deep breath. "His penis. His penis seemed a nice size. I mean, it's, uh, larger, than, um, Billy's." She paused, feeling uncomfortable, but forcing herself to speak her mind. "His testicles looked large as well, and they hung down. Um, I liked that they hung down low like that."

Andrea smiled, "That's better dear, what else?"

"Well, he didn't... I mean it seemed like... Um, maybe he shaves his hair or something?"

"Yes, you noticed," said Andrea. "I have asked him to do it. I prefer him, and really any male, that way. It just seems cleaner, or prettier. I don't know. I just don't like a boy to be all hairy down there."

Vicky smiled, "Yeah, I thought it looked great that way. Um, I mean, just clinically speaking..."

"Of course, dear. It is inappropriate for a daughter to think of her father in a truly sexual way, and vice-versa, of course. But as a young woman, it is perfectly appropriate for you to observe, compare, even examine the male genitalia available to improve your experience and understanding."

Vicky looked up at her mother with wide eyes, wondering what she meant exactly.

Andrea said, "I know you have had 'accidental' glimpses of your father and your brother from time to time in the past. That's perfectly normal in a home. It's even more common in a home like mine where male nudity is not only tolerated but subtly encouraged. Conversely, it has been important to me to teach you to keep your clothes on at all times, and not afford any opportunities for the boys in our house to see you, or me, accidentally undressed."

Andrea let her words have a moment to sink into her daughter's mind before continuing.

"So," said Vicky's mother, "did you like seeing your father naked? It's ok, just tell the truth between us girls."

Vicky pursed her lips, trying to find appropriate words, but then she just went for it.

"I like seeing naked men," she whispered. When I found the Playgirl magazines at Aunt Mel's house, I found I really liked the pictures. Then later, when the boys came over and Mel made them take off their suits, I couldn't keep my eyes off of them."

"I see," said Andrea, "That sounds perfectly normal to me. I love seeing naked men as well. In her heart, I'm sure all women enjoy seeing men nude - it just never gets old."

The both giggled. Andrea said, "My question was, did you like seeing your father nude?"

Vicky sighed. "Ok, if you're going to force me to say it... Yes, I liked it."

"Good," said Andrea, "of course you did, and it doesn't hurt to admit it." She paused to sip her tea, and then continued. "I have, for a long time, been fond of male nudity. My thoughts on the subject are that male nudity is good for both genders, but female nudity is dangerous. Now that you are a mature 19-year-old young lady, I thought we might chat about it."

"Chat about what, exactly?" asked Vicky.

"Well, I have been thinking that it would be nice if, in the privacy of our own home, we were to encourage male nudity in the home more directly..."

"Do you mean, dad and Billy should be... um.... Encouraged...?"

"Yes, dear," said Andrea calmly, "wouldn't it be nice to have our boys doing their chores or lounging around the house in the nude? Wouldn't it be pleasant to watch them walk around without any clothes, so we can enjoy their beauty?"

Vicky had to admit that, though the idea was unexpected, it did sound kind of nice. She liked seeing naked boys and she secretly liked seeing her dad nude more than she would admit. He looked so mature and manly... 

Vicky said, "Well, I suppose it would be nice... But who's to say that they'd do it. I mean, what would we do, just say 'hey guys, from now on you won't wear clothes at home.'? And what if I want to have Tami Johnson over? Or what if you have Mary and Amy over to visit?"

Andrea smiled. She was happy that her daughter was now working on the logistics, rather than still questioning the idea. That was very good, things were progressing well.

Andrea said, "Honey, first of all, I would talk to your dad, and Billy, and we would talk to them together, and I'm sure they would agree. Secondly, we'd just handle visitors individually and make decisions. We're talking here about moving our family more formally into a Female-Led household, that's all. It's always been true that I have been more of the leader in our home, and this is just another step along the path."

"But mom, I know dad is always nice to you and willing to help out and agrees with you. But is he really not the man of the house?"

"Of course he is, dear," said Andrea, "Your father is a very strong, protective, loving, caring man. But we have kept the deeper nature of our relationship in the background. Now that you're older, I feel comfortable telling you that our marriage is clearly female-led, and always has been. Your father is my obedient loving husband, and I am his benevolent loving Queen. I have always adored that he is my submissive husband and obeys me."

"Really? Wow, I didn't know it was that deep. I just thought you were sort of bossy and he was sort of easy-going."

"Well that's also true," Andrea giggled, "but your dad is very submissive to me and does whatever I ask. As a wise wife, I am loving and caring and don't humiliate him publicly especially in front of his children."

"Ok, I guess I can accept that," said Vicky. Her mind was whirling with the implications...

Andrea said, "Let's be frank, dear - I, and I think you as well though you don't know it yet, am a very dominant woman. I enjoy being in charge, in control, and it is natural to me to be leader - of my marriage, my family, my relationships, my job - always a strong woman. I think you are the same."

"I do like being in charge, especially of Billy, and I liked being in charge of Tami's brother Timmy. So maybe you're right."

"To say it simply, we enjoy being the dominant female, and we enjoy having submissive males around us. One great way to demonstrate this power dynamic is with a thing they now call CFNM. Have you ever heard of it?"

Vicky said, "I think so. I think Tami knows about it because she mentioned that she has been looking at websites about that and wanted to show them to me."

"Ok, that's fine," said Andrea, "CFNM stands for 'clothed female - naked male'. It is a form of the female-dominant-male-submissive relationship, and that's what I'm really talking about here. We can enjoy the feeling of being dominant, confident, powerful women by being fully dressed while the males around us are undressed. It is a show of our superior position and that our boys are submissive to us."

Vicky digested what her mother had told her, and was becoming more interested by the moment. It did seem right to her that she loved being powerful and in charge of the boys in her life. What her mom was saying made perfect sense to her, and somehow 'clicked' inside her heart.

Andrea continued, "So, to celebrate our female-led home, I'm suggesting that we take what already exists a step further. Your father is submissive to me as his wife. Your brother is submissive to you as his big sister. We can all make this a more meaningful experience by bringing it out into the open where we can all acknowledge the truth."




Victoria and Billy Ch. 03



"And we could do that with CFNM in our house, in our family?"

"Yes, dear, don't you think that would feel good to you?"

Vicky thought again, and then smiled. "Yes, I think it would!"

Andrea hugged her daughter, happy that they would embark on this adventure together to make their female-led home a more clear reality. They sat back down and drank more tea.

Andrea said, "There are a couple things that we'll need to get out of the way before we can really begin to live this lifestyle."

"Oh?" said Vicky, "What do we need to do?"

"Well, dear, I know from experience that in a CFNM environment, there can be unneeded sexual tension - probably more for the boys than for us girls - but the tension must be lifted. To have our boys comfortable walking around submissive and naked, and for us to comfortably enjoy the constant reminder of our superior position, I think we need to break through a couple barriers."

"I suppose that makes sense. How do we make the tension relax?" 

"I think there will be tension between you and your father, and between Billy and me. When you see Billy naked now, do you feel tense, or does it feel natural to you?"

"Oh, well, natural I guess. I feel happy, confident, secure when he's naked and I'm not."

"And how did you feel when you just saw your father naked?"

"Ah, I think I see your point. I felt embarrassed, and wicked for looking, and kind of 'ohmygod'," she grinned and giggled. "Definitely not natural."

Andrea smiled, "I can tell you, that the tension you felt was felt by your dad too. And from experience I know that there is really only one way to make the tension go away for both of you, and let you feel happy and confident and secure around your dad when he is naked."

"Oh?" said Vicky, looking at her mom and beginning to guess what she might say next...

Andrea sipped her tea, then continued. "It would be necessary for us to move forward into the female-led lifestyle for to acquaint yourself with your father's genitals, um, shall we say, more intimately. It's sort of like a milestone that must be passed, so that there won't be any more wondering or 'taboo' feelings. Besides, a girl your age should know what a fully grown and mature man is like too."

Vicky's mind was spinning. She wasn't sure it was 'ok' to want to examine her father's naked body, let alone touch him intimately, though she had to admit it was an attractive concept even if it was her dad at issue.

Andrea said, "What's bothering you, honey?"

Vicky said, "I don't know, exactly. I love dad and I don't want to hurt his feelings. It seems weird for you to offer your husband's... my father's... um... well you know, for me to look at ...and ...well... wouldn't dad be upset at the idea?"

"I've spoken with your father about this at length, letting him know that someday I would want to make our relationship more advanced. Surely, he is a little embarrassed about the idea, but I convinced him it would be for the best for our family to live a more open female-led lifestyle. It would be simplest for all of us if both your father and your brother became comfortable being undressed with both of us, and there is only one way to create that comfort level."

"What do you mean?" asked Vicky.

"Well, for a long time I've had the desire that men in our home should be free to undress. I would like it very much if your dad and your brother would be able to practice home nudity, they can just remain undressed whenever they are home. It would be very freeing for all of us and I think we'd all find it far better."

"Ok, so you're saying dad is on board with this. That's kind of amazing," said Vicky. Having been indoctrinated, so to speak, into the world of naked men by her visit to her Aunt Melissa, and then having recently begun to care for her brother's ejaculatory needs, she had to admit that it did seem strangely 'right' to practice male home nudity as her mother was suggesting.

Vicky figured her mother had some experience in this arena that she wasn't aware of, but she let it go for now. "Well, then, what do you suggest as the first step?"

Amanda smiled as her daughter now seemed won over to her idea. "Well, I suppose that we'll need to break the last remaining barriers where there is embarrassment for all parties."

"How would that work?"

"We'll both need to achieve a new level of intimacy with the boys, so that they no longer feel embarrassed to be naked with us both. It has to be that they no longer have any secrets, so there's nothing for them to be embarrassed about. It's basically simple - you will need to take over some responsibilities with your father, and I with Billy and the spell will be broken. Then both our boys will be set free from any feelings of embarrassment or humiliation."

Vicky said, "You mean by 'responsibilities' that I'll have to make daddy spurt and you'll make Billy spurt?"

"Of course dear, as the women of the house, we can share the duties of genital care for our boys. Don't you think that's reasonable?"

"Uh, I guess, so..."

"And it's definitely time that you explore the genitals of a mature male, so that you will be ready when the opportunity arises in the future for you to care for other mature men."

Vicky hadn't really thought about that, but she couldn't help it - the ideas her mother was proposing did make her tingle in her tummy with excitement. She imagined herself in a room with several naked men, waiting patiently with erect penises to take their turn being milked by her skilled hands... She felt wetness between her legs and blushed.

"Ok, um, I'll think about it mom," she said.

"I'm sure it seems unusual, for you. I just want you to think about it, sleep on it. We can talk more tomorrow. But I'm sure once you think it through, you'll see that it's perfectly fine and natural for you to handle and care for your father's genitals- after all, he's your dad and it's perfectly safe and practical."

"Ok, I'll think about it." Vicky and her mom hugged, "goodnight mom," said Vicky, as she went off to sleep in her room.

As Vicky lay alone in her bed thinking about young boys, older men, and their naked penises and testicles. The visions in her mind of her time with Aunt Melissa, looking at the playgirl magazines, going topless by the pool while Mel's college boys walked around bottomless, with their gorgeous genitals dangling all around her. Seeing Mel rubbing the boys' penises and making them spurt. Rubbing some of those same boys' penises herself.

She suddenly had the thought that she was 'cock-crazy'.

And now at home, the beginnings of her care of her brother Billy's ejaculatory needs. Rubbing Billy's penis and making him spurt two or three times a day. And this evening, getting to baby sit for the Johnson's and taking care of their son Tim. Timmy had a cute little penis and he spurted very nicely for her...

Accidentally seeing her father's naked genitals, and then, her mother's talk about introducing CFNM and open female-dominance into their home. Suggesting that dad and Billy be allowed to remain undressed in the house. Just the idea of the boys in her house being made to walk around naked all the time! And suggesting that Vicky should actually touch her father's penis - and make him spurt!

Vicky had a conscious moment in the midst of her reverie, and realized that her fingers were at play upon her clitoris inside her pink panty, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing through her body. She thought about big penises, stiff and proud, jutting from taut male abdomens with enormous swollen testes below...

Her orgasm wracked her and she gasped and moaned in abandon, shaking on the bed as her fingers flitted deliciously against the wet and tender flesh of her labia and danced upon the nub of her swollen clitoris. She came and came to the vision of spurting penises, puddles of semen, all over her body...

It was just too much to process. Vicky collapsed into unconsciousness and fell into a fitful sleep full of dreams of penises spurting everywhere...

The next morning, Vicky awoke to the sunshine coming through her window. It was a bright new day and full of promise. Sunday mornings were always nice.

She got up and went down stairs. It occurred to her that it might be naughty of her to wear just her sheer pink nightie and matching panties, but she liked feeling naughty. It felt powerful. She knew that when Billy saw the faint outline of her nipples on her full but pert 'C'-cup breasts, he would soon be sheepishly unable to meet her eyes as he asked for her help with his stiffening penis.

She smiled thinking about her brother's cute body, and her new role as his masturbatrix. She looked forward to taking his first spurts of the day, as she popped a bagel into the toaster.

Hearing footsteps, she turned to see her mom, Andrea, coming into the kitchen wearing a sheer pink robe through which Vicky could make out the outlines of pink panties and bra. Seems mom has changed into something even more comfortable... she thought.

"Hi mom," said Vicky brightly.

"Hi honey," said her mom, "did you sleep well?"

"Ok, I guess. You?"

"Very well, thanks."

Vicky asked, "Have you seen Billy? He's usually up by now."

"Yes, I got him up early and gave him a long shopping list. I'm sure he'll be gone for quite some time as he'll have to visit at least three stores to fulfill the list."

Vicky detected a glint of mischief in her mom's eyes.

Vicky's eyes narrowed, "What's up, mom?"

"Well, have you thought about what we talked about last night?"

Vicky blushed, "More than you can imagine..."

"And?"

"Well, I guess we could, um give it a try, or something..."

"That's my girl," said Andrea happily. "I anticipated your response, and I think it's a perfect opportunity with Billy out of the house for us girls to take care of a little business - to bring our female-led household out into the open where it belongs."

Vicky blushed, "You mean with dad?"

"Of course dear," said Andrea calmly. "I have had a nice talk with your father this morning, and though he is still a little bit embarrassed by the idea, he understands it will be for the best for all of us. He loves you, you love him, and we all love each other. This will give you both an opportunity to show your love for each other - him by offering himself to you for your growth and experience, and you can show your love by caring for his genital needs. It's really quite beautiful."

As Vicky thought about what was going to happen she looked down at what she was wearing. She thought it was one thing to tease her little brother with her body, but it seemed inappropriate to tease her dad.

"Should I put a robe on or something?" she asked.

Andrea smiled, "Yes, dear, I think that would be a good idea. I'm glad you're thinking clearly like a wise young woman."

"Thanks mom," said Vicky, "I'll be right back."

Vicky's heart was racing as she went to her room and put on a silky little robe that would keep her breasts and panties out of view of her dad. She didn't know what was going to happen, exactly, but couldn't help but be excited. She had the feeling it was a big, life-changing day for her and her family.

When she came back into the kitchen, her mom and dad were seated at the kitchen table. Her father was wearing a pair of small white briefs, and was keeping his head down, unable to look Vicky in the eyes.

Andrea motioned to a chair, "Vicky, why don't you sit down, and Paul, please stand in front of Vicky for me."

Wow, this was getting started quickly, thought Vicky.

She watched as her dad obediently came to stand in front of his daughter, and Vicky's eyes were drawn to the full pouch of his briefs right in front of her eyes. Once she caught herself staring, she looked up to see the nervousness in her father's face.

Andrea said, "It's important to take these first steps to bring our relationship into the open, Paul. Vicky knows that you are my submissive husband, and that I am your dominant wife. She knows that I want our female-led relationship to blossom into a female-led home. Vicky needs to hear you agree with me. Do you submit to my judgment and are you willing to obey me and be naked from now on in our home?"

"Yes, dear," he whispered.

"And do you now offer yourself to your daughter, Victoria, freely and submissively?"

"Yes, dear," he whispered again.

Vicky didn't know why she said it, but it just popped out of her mouth. "It'll be ok, dad," she whispered, and her father's expression eased into a smile.

Andrea took her place behind her husband and placed her hands on his hips. "Ok Paul, please just hold still. I'm going to lower your briefs for Vicky and we'll let her have a good look at you. After that, we'll let her touch and explore you, just like we talked about. Are you ready?"

Vicky's dad closed his eyes, "Yes dear," he said, taking a deep breath.

Andrea's fingers took hold of the waistband of the briefs, and she slowly lowered them revealing her husband's naked tummy, and then his shaved genitals bit by bit. Once the pink head of Paul's penis was exposed to Vicky's attentive eyes, she let the briefs fall to his ankles and everyone was very still and silent as Vicky was given time to unhurriedly observe and examine her father's naked penis and testicles for the first time.

Vicky liked how her dad's penis was sort of fat, and she was very interested in how the head of his penis looked full and pink with a pronounced ridge and the delicate opening at the tip. His testicles hung loose and low in his relaxed hairless scrotum. Every detail of vein and wrinkle was clearly visible, unhindered by any hair.

Again, the thought of hairless male genitals seemed so clean and wholesome, and she decided she would require regular shaving of her boys whenever possible, and that she would shave Billy at her earliest opportunity.

Her father's penis pulsed slightly, and she began to see his heartbeat in the rhythm of his penis. She knew he was beginning to become erect under her gaze, and it made her blush. 

After a good long time, Andrea whispered, "It's ok to touch him now, Vicky..."

Very gently, Vicky took her father's penis in her hand, not squeezing, but simply capturing his member so that she could feel it pulse and thicken and lengthen as she watched. As a few minutes went by, Vicky experienced her father's erecting penis with the complete intimacy of participation - knowing that she had felt every pulse of his erectile tissue filling in arousal, and that it was in fact her gaze and touch that had brought her father's penis to excitement.

Vicky blushed red and looked up to see her mom and dad's faces as they watched her. They both smiled - her mother's face showed encouragement and her father's showed a mixture of love, willingness, and embarrassment. She adored her dad more than ever.

She returned her eyes to the nice big penis in her hand, now throbbing in full stiffness. It was so big she could no longer wrap her fingers around it, and it was so stiff underneath the velvet sheath of skin. The fingertips of her other hand gently explored the shape and softness of the bulging pink head, now darker pink in arousal, feeling the texture and sponginess of the ridges and the pouting mouth of his urethra opening.

After examining his glans, she moved her hand to his testes. The cupped them and weighed them, feeling their satisfying mass in her palm. Her fingers explored the softness of his scrotum and then the full egg-shape of each testicle, even feeling the ridge where the vas deferens attached. She gently squeezed and pulled the testes down, eliciting a soft moan from her father's through.

Mistaking it for pain, she let go.

Andrea said, "That wasn't pain, dear. Men react to testicle play because their testes are so vulnerable and they attach and transmit sensation deep into his abdomen. It's only pain if the man pulls away, otherwise, he's just showing that you have his complete attention..." Her mom giggled and her dad smiled.

Encouraged, Vicky took hold of her father's engorged penis once more, and continued her examination of his fascinating testicles. As she did so, her mom said a few more instructive things.

"Think of your ovaries, dear," said Andrea. "Imagine that they were dangling between your legs in a soft sack of skin - so tender, so vulnerable - that is why we always treat a man's testicles gently and with love."

"Yes, mom," said Vicky, agreeing that her ovaries seemed quite delicate and she was glad they were inside her body instead of hanging outside like a boy's testes.

She lifted her father's penis, leaned forward, and turning her eyes up to her parents' faces, gave each of her father's testes a soft little kiss of affection, as her mother giggled and her dad smiled.

Vicky took her time probing, feeling, examining, and exploring her father's nakedness until she had satisfied every last ounce of her curiosity. She sat back, gave the penis and testes each an affectionate pat, and said to her mother, "I think I've examined dad fully," then to her father, "thanks, daddy."

Mother and father smiled down upon their mature and wise daughter with pride. Then Andrea said something that made her husband blush.

"Paul, I think you should go lie down on the sofa and relax..."

Vicky pursed her lips to try to hid the smile that played at the edges of her mouth as she saw her father's face blush and become again completely embarrassed.

Andrea smiled and said, "Paul, you know that it's important for Vicky to share this one more intimacy with you. You need to lie down and let her care for your beautiful erection honey - after that, there won't be any more secrets between you, and no need for embarrassment or modesty in the future."

Vicky's dad kept his eyes on the floor as he walked off to the living room, his erect penis wiggling with each step, and laid down in the sofa, closing his eyes. Vicky and her mom stood nearby, looking down at the fit and handsome man with his erect penis jutting proud and needy from his bare groin.

Andrea whispered, "Go on, dear, you know what to do..." and then she added, "Make the most of your first time, because you will both always remember this day..."

Vicky approached and knelt beside her father's body. She leaned up and whispered in his ear. "Thanks for doing this daddy," she said, "I love you and I'll try to do a good job - now please just relax and let me take good care of you."

Her father smiled and whispered back, "I love you too, honey..."

Vicky put her hand on her father's penis, taking a firm grip, and began to stroke him firmly as her mom looked on with pride. Vicky wanted to bring her dad to ejaculation as quickly as possible, but without seeming to rush too much. She still felt a little embarrassed for her dad, and wanted to help him with his morning ejaculation without teasing or playing with him like a toy.

After a few minutes of steady rubbing, she began to massage his testicles with her free hand, and her dad's hips began to wiggle involuntarily at the pleasure she was studiously applying to his genitals.

Vicky was fascinated by the way the head of her daddy's penis pulsed and reddened in anticipation of spurting under her expert care, and this spurred her on to faster and firmer strokes. Vicky smiled as a nice bead of pre-seminal fluid formed at the tip of her father's glans, always a good sign...

She caught a whiff of clean male scent, fresh from a morning shower. Underneath the freshness of the soap was the distinct smell of man - testosterone, maybe some sweat - but the best male scent of all was that special smell of genitals. She didn't know if it was penis, testes, or both, but she breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of male arousal that made her heart beat faster.