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Beautiful Boy Used By Women Ch. 01

By: duranman



James was something of a loner. Although he excelled at sport and developed a wonderful strong physique, his peers seemed to shun him. Blond, tall, muscular and beautiful, there is no doubt he could have had the pick of the girls, yet he didn't seem interested, always preoccupied, almost troubled.

This fact never escaped his mother, Jeannette. Her husband had left her 7 years ago. She never really knew why. But she therefore fussed oh so much over James, her only child. He never had a girlfriend, yet she knew he wasn't gay as she had found girlie mags under his bed quite a lot recently. Well he was just finishing his 'A' levels and was about to turn 18 at the weekend. Jeanette was concerned that he would be lonely, something she shared over a coffee with her best friend Paula at lunchtime in the local town centre.

"He's such a beautiful and charming boy." commented Paula. "I cant believe he hasn't at least a girlfriend to celebrate with. Um Jeanette, you dont think he's..."

"No!" Jeanette intervened. "Trust me, he's not! Found some female literature in his bedroom. Say no more!" They winked at eachother, then the conversation changed.

Paula however couldn't get the situation out of her head. As she took the short drive home her imagination wandered. Attractive, voluptuous and very smart, the stunning 42 year old redhead had been separated from her husband for over a year. Her son Shaun was the same age as James, but it seems they didn't get on. In fact from what Shaun had told her none of the other boys seemed to like him. Were they jealous? She wondered. 
When she got home she found herself thinking about James. She even speculated on whether he was still a virgin. The thought made her tingle. She ran herself a bath, closed her eyes, and developed a bizarre idea....

Felicity was a beautiful 48 year old blonde, a former catalogue model many years ago. Never married but a single parent of a wayward 21 year old daughter. She was also very successful, confident, with an eye for much younger men. Often her daughter would bring home her latest boyfriend, and Felicity would later that evening find herself furiously masturbating over the thought of seducing him. Alas it never happened, though she often shared her fantasy with her best friend Paula. 

The phone rang. It was indeed Paula.
"Hun, is there any way we could meet up in the next hour or so? I simply HAVE to see you."
"Sure." the beauty replied. "Why not pop over here now? I'm here alone."

Pretty much exactly an hour later Paula pulled her BMW into her friend's beautiful 6 bedroom detached home in Surrey. After pleasantries and making coffee Paula came straight to the point:

"Felicity darling- Jeanette's boy. He's 18 on Saturday." She sipped her coffee as if to await her friend's reaction.

"Um, you mean James? So?"...Felicity knew of him well. She frequently masturbated over him. "Have old girls like us been invited to his party or something?!" She laughed.

"No darling, thats why I'm round here. Have spoken to Jeanette. The poor love's doing nothing. No mates or girlfriends." She smiled and blushed "Jeanette suspects he's still a cherry!"

"Virgin? James? But he's bloody gorgeous! He could have anyone!"

"Including us." replied Paula sheepishly. There was a pause.

"Oh come ON." Felicity responded eventually. "He's a baby! You mean youre suggesting we...take him?..."

"Yes." She looked her friend directly in the eyes earnestly. "Well why not? You admitted you hadn't had sex for years. Neither have I. You also confided you like 'em young. Well look at HIM. He's the most gorgeous creature I know!" She leaned forward to her dear friend. "We're only here once- let's do it..."

Felicity paused and took another sip of coffee. "What about Jeanette? She's a dear friend. And what if James isn't interested? We could both be his mother. Oh I dont know. Paula you're terrible!"

"Felicity darling, leave it all with me. Of course we wont let Jeanette know, but I think part of her would love us to do it. What do you say? This Saturday? Trust me..."


It was the Saturday morning of James' 18th birthday, and he was awoken at 10am to his mum's shrill of "Morning birthday boy!." His mum had entered his room and was standing above him looking he thought particuarly beautiful.
"Oh, thanks mum." the sleepy youth replied and stretched.
"James, you have a few cards downstairs." She handed him a mug of coffee. "Now I DO have something for you, but I have to pick it up in town. I'm gonna go now and wont be long. I'll make you breakfast when I get back." She kissed him on the cheek and was gone. James heard her car pull away then made his way to the shower after finishing his coffee. After showering he went downstairs. On the breakfast table he found what appeared to be his birthday cards. There were five. He opened the largest first, for he knew from the writing it was from his mum. It was pretty awful and would have been more appropriate for a ten year old, but he laughed, was typically mum! The second he opened was from his Aunt Jean and Uncle Fred. The third from a friend he had grown up with who moved 2 years ago- Joe. The fourth was from the next door neighbour Mrs. Carr, a prim and proper church goer- very formal card he thought. The last card however seriously mystified him....
The first thing that James noticed was a distinct aroma of perfume on the envelope. He sniffed it deeply and was actually aroused. The smell itself gave him an erection. The envelope was lilac and he slowly opened it. How odd. Just a small white envelope inside. He opened that to find what looked like a small business card. It read as follows: 'James, happy birthday. Please ring the following number asap...' And that was it. How weird. Could it be a wind up? Perhaps it was a sales scam? Yet the original envelope was hand written, beautifully and elegantly so. Indeed so was the writing on the card. He was very apprehensive about ringing and decided to do it after he'd eaten...


Felicity's wayward 21 year old daughter is Charlotte. She has had a number of boyfriends but the present one looks like the 'keeper'. Her reason: "He's fucking loaded!" A fact she's shared with her mother.
"Mum he's as ugly as sin and 15 years my senior, but he's a millionaire and thinks the world of me!" She arrogantly announced in her upper middle class voice.
Felicity hated her gorgeous blonde daughter's motives, but she understood. They were scheduled to get married in 2 weeks time, a lavish affair in Italy.
"Charles wants a baby as soon as possible. I dont mind, but sure as hell hope it doesnt look like him!"
Her mum gasped. "That's a terrible thing to say young lady, go wash your mouth out!"
"Oh come on mum, the prospect isn't nice is it?"...She burst out laughing and Felicity just shook her head in resignation.
"Anyway Charlotte, remember tonight."
"Yeah, yeah. It wont happen, see if I'm right."
"It will, darling, it will"....


It was 8.15 pm and James, dressed in the wonderful light grey suit his mother bought him today, knocked at the door of Mrs. Clarke, as he called her. Felicity Clarke. It was her number he rang and it was she who told him to be there as a special birthday surprise. But he wasn't under under any circumstances to tell his mother and he was to look clean and very smart. James assumed she felt sorry for him and got some of Charlotte's friends to throw a party for him. Hell, he was game, why not? It seemed an eternity before anyone answered. But to his surprise it wasn't Felicity or Charlotte who answered, but his mother's very best other friend Paula. And the sight of her was an incredible sight as she answered the door...







Beautiful Boy Used By Women Ch. 02



Paula was indeed a sight to behold. Her thick red hair seemed altogether fuller a longer. Her make up so immaculately applied. Her lips so full and sensuous. She appeared to be wearing a white basque which was hardly containing her huge breasts. Over this was a kind of black cloak tied at the neck. James couldn't quite make out what she was wearing on her legs as the cloak was obscuring them, though it was clear she was wearing black fishnets and the highest stiletto shoes. Then there was THAT smell. That perfume, as he smelt on the invite card. James had an instant huge erection. He was now confused.

"James, my darling." Paula held his young face and kissed him full on the lips. James was shocked. He could faintly taste alcohol on her mouth. She'd been the best friend of his mother for years. Maybe she had just had a couple of drinks and was being playful he thought. "Well come on in, we've been waiting for you!"

The house was grand but somewhat pretentious. James had visited the place a couple of times with his mum but that was a few years ago. He always liked Felicity, yet had forgotten that she and Paula were friends. But as he walked into the hallway there seemed no immediate sign of the house owner. "Where's Felicity?" he asked tentatively. "Oh she'll be along later darling. Now give me your jacket sweetie and let's go in the lounge." She still spoke to him as if he were a young boy, but it mildly amused him. What the hell was all this about? There was no music, save perhaps some classical faintly in the background. James was so sure this was a party. Perhaps it was a surprise one with guests turning up later? He had no idea.

As he followed Paula through to the grand lounge he couldn't help but notice an almost seductive wiggle as she walked in front of him. He really had never seen her in such a way before. And that perfume was truly amazing. His erection was huge, he could feel it, and he quickly 'dressed' his cock to the side so as it hardly noticed- at least he hoped not.

"James dear, this is for you." Paula handed him a glass of what was clearly champagne. James had never drunk it before. He thanked her and sat on the large cream leather sofa beside Paula. He was suddenly very nervous. Paula had undone her cloak to sit down and, folding her legs...gosh, she only had on a basque, stockings and suspenders! He sipped his drink but that seemed to make his ever increasing heartbeat faster. She kept smiling and talking yet James wasn't really taking it in. His head was spinning. Paula looked so incredibly sexy beside him. She smelt so devine. Now the room was spinning. He felt numb. The last thing he remembered was that exquisite perfume, but his eyes were so heavy...

Charlotte was pissed off. As she drove her Mercedes sports to see some friends in a wine bar in London she suddenly couldn't understand why she was actually being asked by her mother to be scarce for the whole night- as she often was. Yes she knew it was so young James, who she hardly knew, can have a nice place to have a party with friends on his 18th, yet somehow none of if gelled. For a start she knew enough about him to establish he was a loner, and that he hardly had any friends. Secondly her mother seemed to be acting strangely. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something wasn't as it seemed. Charlotte felt anyway that the evening wouldn't actually materialise, as James would find an excuse not to have the party. Anyway she was used to getting her own way, and part of her wanted to defy her mother and just go back. How she HATED being told what to do. A thoroughly spoilt brat who had been given everything she asked for. She decided she would meet her friends, and if she didn't meet a guy she genuinely wanted to fuck- her marriage in a fortnight made her determined for one last fling- she would go back even if the little squirt (as she remembered James years ago) was still having his little fucking party...

The perfume. That's the first thing he remembered. And his wrists. They hurt. He slowly opened his eyes. The chandelier. The ceiling. Where was he? His wrists hurt. He can't move them. James strangely never panicked. He is on some kind of bench. He looks up. It's Felicity's lounge, only dimly lit this time. Candlelight. And...he is naked. No, he still has his white briefs on, but his clothes have been removed and his hands are restrained with what look like handcuffs to his side. What is this? James felt a bizarre rush of excitement as well as extreme fear. Then he heard a voice.

"Wakey wakey sweetie." Paula's unmistakable tones. James raised his head, and Paula stood in front of him. White basque, fishnet stockings, suspenders. The penny dropped: He was being seduced. "Don't speak darling. That champagne I gave you I was a bit naughty with I know. Just gave you a little something to help you relax. My, what a heavy boy you are!" How could she possibly have undressed him and put his 14 stone muscular frame on the bench he thought? He quickly got his answer.

"And a very happy birthday from me as well my poppet." Suddenly the statuesque Felicity appeared next to Paula. Taller and slimmer, she was dressed in an identical way to her friend, only her basque was red. Nonetheless, her breasts were also positively huge, almost bursting to get out of from the tight red attire. Her blonde hair was up in a sophisticated bun. Her long legs looked incredible in the black fishnets. And these were his mother's best friends! James was seriously wondering if this was a dream. In fact he mumbled the question.

"Oh no sweetie." smiled Paula. "This is VERY real. And YOU young man are OURS for the night"! James gulped, then asked timidly. "But why have you tied me up like this?" 

"So you do what we say poppet!" replied Felicity. "And if you're a good boy we'll release you. Deal?"

James nooded weakly.

"By the way, if you don't do exactly what we say we WILL punish you." added Paula sternly. "And don't even think about telling your mother, because she won't believe you. Is that clear?"

"Yes." James quietly conceded, shocked by her sudden change of manner. He was actually quite scared. Both ladies, whom he'd known from such a young age, suddenly both had the look of supreme dominance that intimidated to the point he was helpless- as indeed he was.

"Ok." Paula stepped forward. "Lift your bottom for me James." He hesitated. She shouted: "LIFT YOUR FUCKING BOTTOM RIGHT NOW!" He immediately did as he was told. Paula then quickly yanked off his white briefs. He lay there, in front of these 2 beautiful middle aged women, naked. And sporting the hugest erection he'd ever had.

"Gosh LOOK at the size of that Paula!" Felicity exclaimed. "Hold on, let me get a tape measure." James was now so embarrassed and humiliated he was close to crying. Felicity measured his young aroused member which was hard to his torso. "8 and a half! Good boy! Auntie Felicity and Auntie Paula MUST be making you happy!". James wasn't sure about that. He really was close to crying, something Paula noticed. 

"Don't you start sobbing here boy, or I'll give you something to sob about!" Felicity took a more sympathetic and motherly stance. "Oh bless him Paula, he MUST be a little scared." She pecked him on the cheek, but that somehow triggered him to burst into tears.

"Right that's it." Paula retorted. She quickly walked to the nearby table and picked up some keys. She unlocked one of the handcuffs that were tied to the side of the bench. "You asked for this James." He tried to restrain the tears. Then she unlocked the other side. "Right, now turn over, on your stomach." He hesitated. "NOW you liitle bastard!" Paula shouted. He quickly turned over, though the pain of the huge erection in front of him was unbearable. He just managed to position himself with reasonable comfort on his front. Paula told him to then, face down, put both his arms over his head. She then duly used one handcuff set to restrain both wrists. Now he felt more vulnerable than ever. Naked, restrained, bare bottomed, humiliated.

Felicity couldn't help but admire his firm young buttocks. She slowly ran her hand over them. Then both hands. "What a wonderful body you have James." She whispered in that motherly and reassuring way. "Thankyou." He gently replied.

"Now poppet, Paula seems a little uptight just now. But if you're a good boy and do as we both say, I promise you'll be rewarded. She kissed his face. "Beautiful boy..."



Beautiful Boy Used By Women Ch. 03



Charlotte arrived at the upmarket wine bar in Belgravia London a little earlier than she had arranged with her friends. It was packed full of pretentious poseurs, perhaps models or footballers. The air was stifled with the stench of mixed expensive perfumes and aftershaves. Everyone stared at the stunning blonde as she approached the bar, dressed in her tiny white designer dress that displayed her firm breasts and gorgeous legs perfectly. She caught sight of herself in the mirror behind the bar: The big baby blue eyes, the tiny perfectly formed nose, the full lips, the high cheekbones and square yet feminine jaw, with her makeup so expertly applied. Wow- she looked amazing and knew it.

"Can I buy you a drink darling?" enquired a rather creepy looking guy at the bar who looked and sounded pissed.

"No thanks" Charlotte grimaced, impatiently waiting to get served. The lecherous older man leaned towards her ear.

"I'd like to lick every part of you, very, very, slowly..."

Charlotte wasn't in the mood to even humour the creep.

"Just fuck off wanker" she retorted. He just shrugged his shoulders- he was no doubt used to such a reaction. 

The beauty bought a bottle of expensive Merlot and grabbed a table. She found herself knocking the wine back very quickly. Although she was driving she didn't give a toss. She knew the problem. The thought of marrying this rich ugly bastard was depressing her. Yeah she had a choice, but she's a devious money grabbing bitch and that's the way it is. She looked around the wine bar. She wanted sex. From a sexy guy. Were any of this lot sexy? Were they fuck! None of them had any charisma whatsoever, and all looked pretty much the same. No character she thought. And where are my fucking mates? She glanced at her Rolex. They're late. Bollocks they've blown me out. Fuck 'em. 

Charlotte had just about finished the bottle and it was clear (they were over an hour late) her friends had indeed blown her out, not for the first time either. She couldn't be bothered to ring them, so swigged her last glass and staggered out. She had a ten minute walk to the carpark, and there was suddenly an autumn chill in the air. She was cold and drunk- very drunk. The alcohol had suddenly hit her hard and as she approached her car in the NCP carpark, fortunately her Merc was on the ground floor, she finally twigged she really shouldn't be driving. Almost at that exact moment a voice behind her verified it.

"You can't possibly drive young lady so don't even think about it!" How Charlotte knew that voice! She turned.

"Gran! What are YOU doing here?!"

Charlotte's mum Felicity certainly got her looks from HER mum. Even at 67, Glenis was a stunningly attractive older woman. The now grey hair beautifully cut. As were her immaculate clothes. She may have been a little heavier than in her prime, yet she still looked exceptional.

"Oh I was on a date!" Her husband had passed away 3 years ago. "Don't looked shocked!"

"Um, no- good luck to you." Charlotte seemed taken aback. "Was he nice?"

"Too bloody nice!" Glenis laughed. "And way too old! I want excitement at my age- not to be reminded of my age!"

"Oh ok." Charlotte was surprised but so wrapped up in her own thoughts she wasn't that interested.

"I saw you as I left a restaurant and kept calling you. Realised you were obviously pickled! Anyway young lady you're coming back with me to sober up. Don't worry I wont tell your mum!"

Charlotte wasn't going to argue. She was well smashed. Within what seemed like a few minutes they were both in a black cab, driving back to her gran's. She was feeling sick. They seemed to arrive quickly.

"Right Charlotte, you can sober up in my bed. It's bigger." Glenis helped her grandaughter up the stairs. "I wont disturb you, just sleep it off." She kissed her on the forehead and removed Charlotte's shoes as she lay her on the large four poster bed. Next thing the lights were out and the beauty snoozed. 

Charlotte awoke with a headache. And dryness in the throat. For a split second she didn't know where she was, then the penny dropped. How long had she been here? Her eyes, now adjusted to the dark, could just make out the lamp by her bedside. As she put it on she noticed her gran had left her a bottle of mineral water. Great. What about paracetomol? Her head was bursting. She reached for the drawers next to the bed. Ah, top drawer, Aspirin- that'll do. She quickly guzzled three. Then something that initially hit only her subconscious suddenly startled her. Did she see a vibrator in that top drawer?! She looked again. Yes! Actually no- there are four of them! All pink and lifelike but different sizes. Why, gran you old slapper! Charlotte was amused. And aroused. She was suddenly feeling as randy as hell. Fuckit, I need to wank she thought. Grabbing the biggest of the vibrators she first tested its motion, then hitched her dress up. After removing her tiny white panties she opened her legs very wide and embarked on giving her swollen clitty a good seeing to- made all the more exciting by the thought her gran had used the same toy for her gratification. She needed a fantasy. She always did. What did she fancy? Whatever it was gonna be, she fancied her anus being pleasured as well. Reaching the drawer for a smaller dildo as she was working on her clit, she instead grabbed a handfull of paper. No, they're photos. She stopped her activity. What the fuck are these?...

Charlotte sat up on the bed. She checked the time. It had only just gone midnight. Still, she did leave the wine bar early, she just thought it was later. But why has gran pictures of a youth, most of them nude? And he's clearly aroused. God he was lovely, she thought. He was dressed in various attire- some as a soldier. And a policeman. And a Greek god. Weird. And he appears to be undressing, like a striptease almost. Does her gran masturbate over these? Obviously. And who is he? Where did she get them from? Maybe he's her lover?! Doubt it, but who knows? She was finding out so much about her gran tonight nothing would surprise her. Charlotte now had the fantasy she needed. Her mind wandered bizarrely as she masturbated furiously with one dildo on her clit and a smaller one pleasuring her arse. She imagined the beautiful youth fucking her hard, with her gran urging him on. Gran was squeezing his testicles as he reached his climax. Charlotte found herself saying "Make me pregnant, please you gorgeous bastard. Give me that beautiful baby!" Her gran joined in: "Impregnate my grandaughter. Go on. Good boy. Very good boy." The youth shoots torrents of his thick furtile spunk up my fertile cunt, she imagines. Oh shit I'm coming so hard, "AARRGGHH!" She screams. 

Wow. What a climax. Best ever. No sex or wank had ever gone close. Oh damn, did her gran hear her? No, surely not. She knew the other bedroom was the other side of the landing. That's a relief. The bed was soaked with her juices. She suddenly became aware of what she'd just done and quickly stood up and tried to put everything back where she found it. Boy she needed to pee desperately! Putting her dress back on she quietly made her way to the bathroom. It was next to the second bedroom. As she relieved herself she could faintly hear a voice next door. Certainly it was her gran. On the phone perhaps? Yeah, that's it she thought. After she flushed the chain and washed her hands, she noticed how the talking ceased. But being the devious cow she was, after now knowing so much more about her prim and proper gran, Charlotte decided to stay put to see if the dialogue resumed. Maybe she was talking to her young lover?! Who knows? Charlotte turned off the bathroom light and just sat on the toilet seat listening. After a couple of minutes she could very clearly hear her gran. But it was strange. Just one word. Well, one name. She kept repeating it. Over and over. Sometimes lovingly, sometimes almost under what sounded duress. And sometimes loader, then more silent, almost breathless. Oh fuck- she's wanking. My own gran is masturbating herself stupid. And after I've just done the same!

Charlotte was getting very aroused again. Just at the point she started to rub herself, her elbow caught something to the side of the toilet, possibly a vase, and- SMASH! The mutual masturbation was suddenly over. Glenis seemed to immediately jump up, burst in and put on the bathroom light. She was completely naked. Charlotte was still sitting on the loo looking very embarrassed, but managed to take her hand from her crotch just in time.

"I'm so sorry gran. I tried not to wake you up but was dying for a pee." Glenis just stood there before her grandaughter in all her voluptuous female glory. Her breasts were huge, sagging yet still wonderful. Her stomach reasonably flat for her age. Her legs still those of a woman half her age. And her crotch was very hairy Charlotte thought, slightly grey yet still well kept despite the abundance of it. Most importantly she was still so very pretty. Her gran. How proud she was of her. But would she be angry? I've just smashed something and interrupted her wank...

"Don't worry sweetie." She seemed proud of her nakedness. "It's only a cheap ornament. Look, if I get dressed, shall I take you back to your mum's now? I reckon you've sobered up."

"Oh yes please gran."

Within five minutes they were dressed and Glenis was taking Charlotte home in her Bentley. It was only a ten minute drive...



Beautiful Boy Used By Women Ch. 04



James waited with nothing short of fear as he lay face down on the bench. His hands handcuffed above his head. Completely naked. And helpless. There was a silence. Then...WHACK! The most horrendous pain to his right buttock. Again he felt tears starting to well. The pain felt worse as seconds subsided. Then...WHACK! This time to his left buttock. Somehow it didn't feel quite so bad as the first. Then immediately WHACK! That right buttock was now very sore and his firm cheeks were flinching. Again when the alternate whack hit his left buttock it wasn't with quite the same force but it still hurt very badly. This alternate torture continued until 25 whacks were administered on each cheek. James counted for some reason. How he wanted this madness to end. What had he done to deserve this? His eyes were welling but somehow he was getting angry and his pride stopped him wailing. All the time James was conscious that the ladies subjecting him to this extreme torture said nothing. Not a word. 

The two beautiful women winked at eachother. Paula looked almost triumphant with the small leather whip in hand, licking her lips with glee. Felicity surprised herself with how good it felt. She had initially a problem with hitting the youth yet soon picked up as much momentum as her friend, whacking James with increasing vigour on that wonderful left buttock.

"How did that feel James darling?" purred the smug Paula.

James was now very irritated. He chose to ignore what he thought a stupid question.

"Oh dear, we're not sulking are we?" Paula laughed. 

"No I'm fucking not!" The now indignant youth retorted.

Paula majestically walked to the front of the bench and lifted his head by his hair.

"Now THAT'S not a nice way to speak to your Auntie Paula is it?" She smiled and kissed him full on the lips.

"Ok Felicity, release him." Paula instructed suddenly.

"Good idea" replied the beautiful mature voluptuous blonde as she immediately proceeded to unlock the handcuffs. After his ankles were released James instantly turned on his back to scream "OW!"

"Yes darling" smiled Paula. "Those gorgeous cheeks will be very sore for a while, so I would keep still if I were you!"

James was wobbly on his legs but jumped to his feet. He covered his manhood that was surprisingly he thought very erect.

"Where are my clothes?" he shouted. The anger mainly at Paula.

"In a safe place." Paula folded her arms as if to accentuate her huge breasts in the tight black basque. She was not to be challenged it was obvious.

James looked at Felicity but she awkwardly shrugged "Sweetie your clothes are safe. Why dont you just relax? It's your birthday!" Felicity looked at the youth's incredible muscular body and beautiful sweet, sweating face. His blond hair now soaked due to the duress he'd just been subjected to. How she wanted to cradle him and love him. And how she'd love his young cock inside her. She wanted him so much. Her crotch was soaking.

Paula was also thinking much the same. Those many hours masturbating over this similar scenario and now the dream was almost complete. But she needed his body. 

The youth shook his head angrily and ran to the front door. It was locked.

"Please let me go" he pleaded. The ladies said nothing. Paula smiled. Felicity just looked at Paula.

James ran to the phone. Quickly he dialled home. Surprisingly the ladies didn't seem to intervene. It was so difficult to cover his erect member whilst dialling. Then it rang. Please pick the phone up mum. Please. But no. No reply. Bollocks. Where is she? James had an idea. Pretend he's talking to her. They will never know. 

"Mum will you please come over to Felicity's place now?! Will explain when you get here. Thanks. What? Half an hour. Ok, see you then."

The ladies seemed unperturbed. Paula slowly and seductively walked towards James. She got within a few inches of his face. Then the redhead kissed him. James didn't exactly resist, though he kept his genitals covered. Her tongue darted in his mouth and he felt her firm large breasts press against his chest. She smelt exquisite. She held his face then nibbled his neck. Her tongue proceded to lick his chest. Then she dropped on her knees to lick his navel area. His hands were still protecting his manhood but Paula simply pulled them away. He hardly resisted. Immediately she planted tiny kisses around his now huge cock and full balls. What a wonderful body he had she thought. Although his buttocks were very sore Paula's kneeding of his arse seemed to make his dick even harder. Paula resisted taking that wonderful weapon fully in her full lips, just teasing the youth with loving kisses. She slowly rose to her feet.

"Come with me my darling." She held his hand and took him nearby to Felicity's large fireplace, where a huge kingsize white rug lay. James stood in the middle, now only semi conscious of his nakedness. Felicity followed. The two beautiful woman stood together in front of him. Their heavy breasts heaving under their basques. Their legs looked amazing in black fishnet stockings and high heels. They both nodded at eachother. Slowly and both whilst looking James directly in his eyes, Paula turned her back to Felicity as her friend unlaced her basque. Then vice versa. Till both women let their huge breasts on display. James was in heaven. Paula had pale skin with much bigger tits than he'd ever thought. They drooped slightly but were almost begging to be worshipped. Felicity was surprisingly even bigger in the breast department. Slightly tanned with huge erect nipples. Yes they drooped, but boy they were beautiful. Felicity suddenly became more assertive. She so wanted James. She stepped forward and gave him the most passionate kiss she'd ever given anybody. How she loved his youthful taste. How she wanted him so. She lovingly smiled at him.

"Sweetie- I want you to suck Auntie Felicity's big titties. Will you do that for me please?" James nodded. The truth was the beautiful youth had only ever sucked one pair of breasts before. And they were equally huge. How he loved them.

Felicity held her right breast up for his young face. James immediately dived to that wonderful breast- licking, sucking, gently biting, it was devine. Then he grabbed the other. He was in heaven. So was Felicity. Surprisingly she pulled him to the floor. Her beautiful face and huge breasts looked exquisite next to the expensive white rug.

"Put your huge cock between my big breasts James" she instructed. He did as he was told and he mounted between those huge titties. She held them tight around his now thrusting cock.

"Does that feel good poppet?"

"Oh yes. Thankyou."

"Ever done this before?" 

"Never."

Felicity was gasping heavily and thought long and hard before asking the next question.

James- Paula and I want to know something. "Promise to tell the truth?"

James was so enjoying himself he'd have said anything.

"Promise."

Felicity hesitated. His thrusts were becoming faster and she was getting very aroused.

"Are you a virgin?"...

James seemed shocked by the question. His thrusts slowed. He lowered his head. Then Paula lowered her head to his.

"Well, darling- are you?" You HAVE to tell us the truth because we will know."

"Yes." He reluctanly replied.

"Good boy." Paula kissed him on the cheek.

Felicity then lifted herself away from his throbbing cock.

"We didn't want you milking over Auntie Felicity's titties too soon did we poppet?"

James wasn't so sure. "Um, no".

Both beauties stood in front of him again. Jeanette hot and flustered. Her cunt she could feel was dripping copiously. Her breasts loved the attention and she wanted much, much more. She felt a maternal love for him now almost. Also she so desperately wanted to be his first. The thought of his young spunk entering her almost made her pass out with ecstasy.

Paula had similar thoughts. She'd watched a little jealously while he enjoyed her friend's breasts but was delighted he never came. His virgin testicles looked huge. How she so wanted to be his first. He would then remember her forever. And of course this was her idea from the outset! Time for Paula to take the initiative.

"Have you ever licked a girl darling? You know, between her legs?"

"No" he meekly shook his head. 

"Ok. It's showtime!" Paula unclipped her panties and lay beside the youth.

"Right my little darling- make a pig of yourself. Lick Auntie Paula's cunt. Now!"

James wasn't overly sure what exactly he was to do, but as she spread her legs very wide, he was aware of an amazing pungent and seductive smell between her legs. Tentatively he sniffed her wonderful crotch. A carefully trimmed red crotch. Juices were running from it. How he wanted to taste them. The more aggressive Paula was getting impatient.

"Go on you little fucker. Get on with it. Let your instincts take over. Lick it now!"

James kissed the area. Paula then opened her cunt wide for him to see it in all it's glory. He was in total awe of the shape, the throbbing, the juices. His tongue then proceeded to enter her. Paula immediately screamed. Somehow the youth did a great job of licking and sucking the lips and every part inside, also using his fingers without prompting. But he hadn't quite find her clitty yet. Paula opened even wider.

"Darling that's amazing, but please lick this little button at the top. Yes- that's it! ARGH! Good boy. Very good boy!"

James mastered Paula's clitty remarkably well as it was the first ever time. Varying the speed and motions- horizontal, vertical- he was doing a great job. Paula screamed.

"I'M COMING! YES! YES! DON'T STOP! OH YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD! HERE IT IS. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!"

The redhead squirted what seemed gallons of her sweet juices in the youth's face. He had no idea a woman made so much noise! Paula bucked so much James couldn't keep his head in place anymore. Then she just lay there, in all her voluptuous glory. The rug was soaked. She lovingly looked at him.

"Now, shall I make sure you're no longer a virgin my darling? Don't you want your Auntie Paula to take your cherry?..."

Felicity was getting jealous. She wanted that honour. As a delaying tactic she wanted the same treatment as her friend.

"Not before you've licked Auntie Felicity poppet!"

Paula shrugged. Felicity, now highly aroused after witnessing her friend's orgasm, simply got down on the rug, unclipped her panties and pretty much pulled the youth between her legs. Her crotch was shaved (Felicity was grey in that area when grown) but simply dripping already. James knew what to do and headed straight for her clitty. He also grabbed her huge breasts whilst licking, something that sent Felicity crazy. It didn't take long before the beauty screamed.

"OH I LOVE YOU POPPET!! Y-E-S!!!"

Again, she squirted and soaked the area, though her bucking was much less so than Paula. Felicity somehow would have let herself go more if she had the youth alone she thought. That said, that was her best orgasm ever. From a virgin boy.

For a short while there was silence. Two semi content voluptuous women lying on a rug with stockings and suspenders...and a very frustrated naked beautiful blond youth. Paula was about to make a suggestion. Then there was the noise of the front door opening. All three of them froze....



"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Charlotte couldn't believe the sight before her.

Her mum Felicity jumped up in pretty much all her naked glory.

"Charlotte, I th..thought you were staying out tonight." She wanted to die at that point.

"OBVIOUSLY!" Charlotte was stunned at the sight before her. Made all the worse by her gran Glenis following behind. The shame felt by Felicity that HER mum had seen this was the worst nightmare possible.

Glenis said nothing. James was looking to the point of tears.

Charlotte boldly walked to the huge rug where what appeared a huge orgy had just occured. Then Charlotte burst out laughing.

"I know you!" She pointed at the youth. James looked uneasy, having covered his swollen manhood upon their entering.

"GRAN! You know this boy don't you?!" Suddenly all eyes were on Glenis. The older woman looked flustered.

"Why, yes- James does my gardening. Your mum and I have known his family for years. Why?"

Charlotte laughed. She looked at the gorgeous boy and thought how she'd wanked over him earlier. But shall she drop her gran in it? No, what's the point? So she takes photos of him. So she masturbates over him. Who cares? But she now had something on all of them. And she was a bitch. So she thought of a condition to keep quiet.

"Right. I don't really care what's been going on here. But I'm guessing you want me to keep quiet, right?"

Her mum Felicity immediately nodded. So did Paula. Then James. Even Glenis nodded though not so obviously.

"Ok. I'm getting married shortly as you all know. I am marrying one pig ugly bastard for his money. I admit it. So I'm a bitch. Yeah I know you're cringing mum, but I am. Well he wants us to have a baby pretty much as soon as we're married." There was suddenly an uneasiness amongst all the other women as they looked at eachother.

Charlotte pointed at James. "HE will impregnate me tonight."

Paula immediately shouted:

"NO! You can't do this Charlotte. He's only a boy".

"Paula's right Charlotte darling. You have no right." Glenis remarked.

"Also" added Felicty sheepishly "He's still a cherry Charlotte. Let the poor lamb make his own choice for the first time eh?"

Charlotte burst out laughing.

"Ha! You fucking hypocrites! So what you been doing tonight? Playing strip poker?!"

She turned to James.

"ARE you a virgin James?"

He looked at all three women.

"Yes. I'm still a virgin." He bowed his head almost in shame.

Charlotte paused and nodded.

"Yes, I believe you. Right I'M in control here and you three are going to watch. Ok?" Nothing was said.

"Gran. Step away from the door and come onto the rug. That's it. Right, James, I want you to undress my gran so she's like these two sluts!" Charlotte was laughing to herself, knowing her mum and Paula were furious and that her gran had seen James naked before, yet she felt she could now do as she pleased. Glenis shook her head whilst looking at her brat of a grandaughter.

"Go on James, undress her- NOW!"

James tentatively unbuttoned her blouse. Glenis looked at him lovingly. She did love him so. And she knew it was only HER huge breasts he'd ever kissed, at least until tonight.

"There's no need for him to" Glenis intervened seeing the boy was embarrassed. "I'll do it myself." Off came her blouse. Then shoes and skirt. Down to her white corset and black stockings.

"Corset off gran." Teased Charlotte.

As she stood there in just her stockings and suspenders as were the other two beauties, apart from being grey and heavier she more than held her own amongst them. Her breasts were positively enormous. James sported a huger erection than ever, something all the females stared at.

Charlotte grinned. She knew now was her most fertile time of the month. This guy is beautiful and she wanted his baby. Anyway she needed fucking badly. She guessed that these bitches wanted to take him and no doubt had got him to lick them judging by the state of the rug. But she knew his balls hadn't been emptied and she so wanted to be his first- probably like they did. She arrogantly lifted her tiny white dress over her slim body, as if to rub it in how young and beautiful she was. Within seconds she had stripped down to her tiny panties, then, looking the youth in the eyes, slowly peeled them off. The other women were visibly irritated but Charlotte kept the discipline.

"Ladies, I want you all to stand next to eachother and watch."

She wanted them to witness something she knew none of them would have made him do.

"James, first I want you to lick my arse." The three ladies looked disgusted, but the beauty simply kneeled on the rug in front of them and stuck her perfect arse in the air.

"Come on James you little bastard- lick!" James didn't need too much encouragement. He enjoyed the aroma and taste of her anal area and slurped her arse with glee.

"Oooh, that's delicious. Yeah- keep licking. KEEP LICKING!" Charlotte rubbed her clit vigorously to meet with his licks. She was gonna come hard. She briefly smiled at her mum, gran and Paula- then- "ARRGGHH!!!" Visually squirting her copious juices all over the boys face. The women were all now furiously jealous.

"Ok James, guess what now?" Charlotte recovered quickly, slowly rubbing her cunt. James shrugged. After tonight he didn't know WHAT to expect.

"You're gonna be a daddy! I want you to put that huge virgin cock in me and empty those huge fertile bollocks up me. Do you think you can manage that?" James shrugged. The ladies were looking very angry, but didn't know what to do.

Charlotte lay in the missionary position and turned to smile at the ladies. She was loving it.

"Now come on James, mount me. Look at my cunt, It wants you SO much. Come on, all yours..."

James did as he was told. His cock seemed to be finding it's way in naturally. Again Charltte turned to the ladies out of smugness.

"You sad bitches. You wanted to take his virgin cock but it's MINE! Tough luck you dozy cows!" 

They all wanted to kill the bitch. But there it was, that lovely virgin cock they all wanted entering this little slut- with the aim of making her pregnant!

"YES! GIVE IT TO ME JAMES! YOU'RE NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE! PUMP ME! HARDER YOU BASTARD! HARDER!"

James was loving it but wasn't going to last much longer. He grabbed her backside and pumped her hard.

"JAMES! MAKE ME PREGNANT! GIVE ME A BEAUTIFUL BLOND BABY! OUR BABY! OUR SECRET! FUCK ME!"

He was starting to get noisy. James had so much sperm churned up waiting for release. Briefly James looked to the side- to suddenly find all 3 woman furiously masturbating on the rug! They all smiled at him. Glenis blew him a kiss. Paula licked her teeth and winked. Felicity looked at him lovingly and shouted whilst rubbing her clit and teasing him with her breasts:

"GO ON MY POPPET! GIVE ME A BEAUTIFUL GRANDCHILD! I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER MY DARLING!"

Charlotte joined in: "SPUNK UP ME BASTARD! I WANT THAT BABY NOW! ARGH!!!" The beauty came again.

Then the youth was coming, and coming, and coming, and "AAARRRRGGGHHH CHARLOTTE!!!!"

He pumped for what seemed an eternity. Charlotte then laid still for a few minutes so all that fertile sperm would do it's job. She smiled to herself. She knew she was a selfish bitch, but so were the other sluts who should have known better she thought.

All 5 lay there motionless. Exhausted yet mostly fulfilled. Then the front door bell rang. Paula discreetly ran to the side window to see who on earth it was at this time.

"Um, James- it's your mum!"

James shook his head. None of tonight made any sense. But it was a birthday he would surely never forget...