2 comments/ 78167 views/ 29 favorites Johnny Ch. 01 By: MagnificoGiganticus Story Codes: F/m, older woman/younger male, masturbation, gentle Fdom, maternal domination, authoritative/reluctance, mild humiliation/teasing, big natural breasts, nursing fetish. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older. Synopsis: A shy 18 year-old man becomes sexually aroused at a dinner party and is taken in hand by the beautiful hostess. Copyright (c) 2008, Soulstroker (a.k.a. Magnifico Giganticus). ALL Rights Reserved. Ch. 1: Invited to Dinner It was roughly a quarter after 7pm when his father's lexus pulled up into the driveway of a nice looking middle class home. As was usual for when they traveled as a family, 18 year-old Johnny sat in the back seat behind his dad which afforded him a clear view of the house as they turned to park. It was already dark and it had taken a few minutes to find it even with the excellent directions they had been given. The house belonged to one of his father's new employees. Johnny's dad worked for a large computer company and had recently been promoted and placed in charge of the R&D department. As a result, his parents, along with Johnny and his older sister, Samantha, had been invited to dinner by one of the new people who would be working with his father, a woman named Andrea Winters. In the drive over, Johnny's mother had reminded her children to be polite, and refer to couple they were about to visit with as Mr. and Mrs. Winters at all times. It was slightly annoying to Johnny that even now, having just graduated high school and his sister about to graduate college, his mother still insisted on repeating common-sense rules of etiquette to her children as if they were 10-year-olds. 18 or not, it was soon clear that Johnny still needed these reminders; for as soon as he set his eyes on the woman who greeted them at the door, Johnny instantly forgot all of his mother's last-minute instructions. The lady was stunning. She was a blonde with shoulder length hair, blue eyes, and rather tall for a woman. On her face was a large crimson painted smile which accented her high cheekbones. By far her most attractive feature was her well-developed chest. Her magnificent bosom and curvy hips gave her the classic hourglass shape that reminded Johnny of some 1950's movie starlet. The conservative black dress accentuated her Ruebenesque form, and Johnny quickly lost himself staring at the small glimpse of milky-white cleavage it provided. "Johnny," came his mother's shrill voice. The spell reluctantly broke, and his eyes came to focus long enough to see a delicate hand with long, graceful fingers being extended in his direction. "Uh, nice to meet you Mrs. Winters," he blurted out as he tenderly shook her hand with his clammy palms. Turning to Johnny's parents, "What a hansom young man," replied Mrs. Winters, and addressing the entire group said, "Please all of you coming inside and make yourselves at home." They were introduced to Mr. Winters, a stout looking fellow who seemed to be at least 10 or 15 years older then his wife. The fact that he was starting to loose his hair didn't help matters any. He was a jovial-looking fellow, regardless of the mismatched appearance his lumpy form made next to his stunningly graceful wife. They all retired to the living room where Mrs. Winters served drinks and aperitifs. After the initial 30 or 40 minutes, Johnny had to admit he liked these people. They were warm and friendly and Mrs. Winters would regularly throw questions his way to make sure that he and his sister didn't feel left out of the conversation. Johnny, in his extreme shyness, would answer with simple responses in hopes of return the attention to someone else and away from him. Eventually dinner was ready, and everyone gathered around the dinner table, with Mrs. Winters sitting to Johnny's right. As the dinner party went on, Johnny became more relaxed with these new people and became more flippant in his responses. This delighted Mrs. Winters who on numerous occasions laughed and remarked what a witty young man he was. Her remarks were often accompanied with pats on his shoulder, and she would often place her hand nonchalantly on his knee as she giggled. Johnny sneaked peaks at her cleavage as she leaned over to do so. This physical contact was not lost on Johnny who blushed profusely on every instance, but nevertheless continued to risk peaking down her top. To his horror, he soon realized his penis had slowly become erect over the course of the evening. It wasn't every day that Johnny was touched so flirtatiously by a beautiful woman. By the time dessert was over, his situation had become perilous. His erection was threatening to burst through his slacks and Johnny was beginning to get nervous, even jumpy. Mrs. Winters soon invited everyone back to the living room for coffee and pralines. His lap hidden below the table's edge, his erection was safe from view, but he knew that sitting on the couch in the living room, or even simply standing up, his engorged penis would be clearly outlined through his slacks. In a moment of alacrity he quickly asked Mrs. Winters if it was all right if he could use the bathroom. As everyone stood up to go to the living room, Johnny cleverly held his cloth napkin in front of his crotch long enough for him to turn away from the others. He managed to make the motion look natural as he quickly dropped the napkin on the table and headed down the hall in the direction of the bathroom. He quickly headed up the stairs and found the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Having just closed the door, Johnny turned around and realized that Mrs. Winters must have been in a hurry getting ready for her guests. The bathroom had signs of recent use and was a mess. Johnny looked on in fascination as he saw first a lady's shaver on the sink's edge and other distinctly feminine products; on top of the toilet stood an open box of tampons. He had seen all these sorts of things living in a household with his mother and sister, but these items belonged to a stranger; a beautiful goddess of a stranger, who gave all these ordinary items a new erotic quality. His eyes suddenly fell on a pair of discarded panties, which has been thrown on top of the closed hamper's lid. The panties where bunched up, and Johnny suddenly realized that Mrs. Winters must have rolled them off her wide, womanly hips in her haste to get ready. The thought of Mrs. Winter's naked hips made his cock throb lustily in his pants. He gingerly picked up the panties and slowly unrolled them. In a sudden burst of crazed lust he quickly brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply. He felt dizzy with joy, and turned to sit on the closed toilet seat before he fell over. Then his eyes bulged at another fantastic discovery. Hanging on a hook that had been hidden by the dooy was the largest bra he had ever seen. He reckoned the cups on this monster must have been at least double D's. He quickly went to them and confirmed that they were actually F cups. Stupefied, he slowly backed up and fell back onto the toilet seat, staring at the titanic bra in his hands. His stupor finally vanished when he realized that his erect cock was throbbing nonstop now. The throbbing was driving him mad and his wits returned as he remembered why he was in the bathroom. He had to do something about his swollen cock. The thought of masturbation had already popped into his head the second he asked to use the bathroom. But the prospect of doing this disgraceful deed in the home of his father's business acquaintance, indeed the lovely Mrs. Winters' very own bathroom made him give pause. The throbbing in his slacks was insistent however, and he knew he had to act quickly, if he took too long, someone would come looking for him. Without further hesitation, Johnny quickly unzipped his pants and pushed down his underpants. His large member bobbed lewdly into view, already oozing fluid in anticipation. With the soiled panties and bra clutched in his left hand, the fingers of his right hand deftly surrounded the shaft of his pulsing organ and began to jack it using his favorite technique. Johnny relished the sensations emanating from his groin. This was going to be one of the best jerk-off sessions ever and he knew it wasn't going to last long. As minutes went by and the tension in his penis built, he suddenly panicked as he realized he had nothing to cum into. As his hand continued its ministrations, his eyes raked across the room in search of a proper receptacle. His eyes settled on the roll of toilet paper next to him, but dismissed it, since he realized there was no way he could use it to catch the powerful jets of semen which would issue forth within a few moments. Overlooked in his panic, he suddenly realized that he had two perfect receptacles dangling between his fingers in Mrs. Winter's unusually large brassier. He quickly positioned the bra cups in his left hand so that one would catch the powerful initial spurts and the other hung below his testicles to catch the dribble which would naturally run off later. The immediate crisis over, he closed his eyes and could once again concentrate and enjoy the crisis to come. A few moments later a gentle draft washed over Johnny's exposed body. "My dear boy, what on earth do you think you are doing with my underwear?" Johnny's eyes shot open. Before him, in the open doorframe, stood Mrs. Winters, arms crossed under her domineering bosom. Like a deer mesmerized by the glare of oncoming headlights, Johnny froze in mid stroke. "Well, do you have anything to say for yourself," Mrs. Winters snorted in a mocking tone. The taunt broke Johnny out of his spell, but not out of his stupor, as he dropped the panties and bra. He started babbling incoherently and tried to get up, but tripped over his own pants entwining his ankles and ended up on his hands and knees. Johnny looked up at Mrs. Winters. A ridiculing, but sympathetic smirk played across her features before she bent down to help him up. Even in this most embarrassing of satiations, Johnny couldn't help but check out her delicious cleavage as she helped him up. She grabbed him by his upper arms and raised him up enough to sit back down on the close toilet seat; then brushed Johnny's hair out of his face. "Tell me Johnny, what possessed you to do this to yourself," she asked again, this time in a kind-hearted affectionate way. Making several visible attempts to speak, Johnny still could not seem to find his voice. He gave up, his face turning crimson red, and hung his head down in shame. Seeing this, Mrs. Winter's heart went out to him, and quickly assessing the scene, she took charge of the situation. She turned and closed the bathroom door behind her. A noticeably loud click sounded in the small room as she locked the door. She came back to Johnny and sat before him on the edge of the bathtub. She bent down to pick up her undergarments and placed them on the edge of the sink. His head still down, Johnny was starting to sniffle. Mrs. Winters placed a reassuring hand on his naked knee and placer her other hand under his chin and raised his face to look up at her. "Oh sweetheart, there's no need to get tearful, I'm not angry with you. It's just that what you are doing isn't very healthy. You could seriously hurt yourself." She nodded towards the now flaccid penis between his legs. "It's not your fault. It seems sometimes things like this get overlooked in the education of young boys. I supposed I will have to talk to your mother about this," she sighed, "We can't let this sort of activity go on without some sort of supervision or counseling." Johnny's eyes went wide in terror at the mention of his mother finding out, and he started to babble again in his panic to explain. "Shhh, it's alright honey. Everything is going to be alright." She placed a long finger across his lips and caressed his cheek. Johnny's panic subsided, and he allowed her soothing voice to fog his mind. She caressed his shoulders and trailed her fingertips down his abdomen, and eventually down to the top of his thighs. "Spread your knees now honey," her mellow voice suggested, as her hands gently, but firmly, pushed them apart. "There's a good boy." She suddenly broke eye contact with Johnny and he followed her gaze down to his groin. "My, it's a rather tiny thing when not properly taken care of," she smiled apologetically. Mrs. Winters saw the panic and shame reassert them selves in Johnny's face. She cut him off before he could start. "It's all right. It's all right sweetheart. Don't worry," she cooed. She caressed her soft hands on the inside of Johnny's thighs as she spoke. "Its alright Johnny. I'll take care of you." She suddenly stopped her ministrations. With a knowing smile, she gracefully hunched her shoulders back to remove her short jacket. She then reached behind her neck to unfasten the straps of her dress, which spread apart and gathered around her waste. "I'm sure this will help baby," her mouth whispered forming a motherly smile. She reached behind her back and the massive cups of her bra dislodged. Her hands came back to the front and pulled the cups away from her pendulous breasts, and added them to the articles on the sink's edge. As her loveliness came into view, an audible moan escaped Johnny's lips. He was enchanted. His eyes kept darting back and forth between her beautiful face and her magnificent bosom. As he stared, Mrs. Winters smiled approvingly. "You're such a dear Johnny," she giggled and scooted closer to him, and caressed his cheek and hair. Johnny was transfixed by the sight of the heavy dangling mounds of her breasts as she reached across to him. She used her other hand and urged him to lean towards her. His face now only inches from her right breast, she arched her back and guided her plump nipple to his lips. Johnny inhaled the sent of her warm flesh and opened his mouth to suckle. "That's my good boy Johnny. There, there baby. You're such a good boy. You've been needing this for a long time, haven't you baby," She moaned in his ear as she caressed his hair. His suckling grew to a fevered pitch over the next few minutes as Mrs. Winters comforted him. When she finally dislodged him from her breast, tears were streaming down his cheeks with a mixture of joy and sadness. "My dear, sweet boy," she whispered, and hugged him to her bosom, "Everything is alright now. I'm here for you. Andrea is here for you." When they finally parted, Mrs. Winters focused once again on the task at hand. The small nub that was his penis had quickly grown to 4 inches, large enough for direct stimulation. She gently lifted his left leg so that his heel rested on the edge of the tub next to her. She now had complete access to his exposed gentles. Mrs. Winters gently slid her silky hand up the inside his thighs to surround the neck of his ball sack and gently tugged at it. The room was warm, and his scrotum hung heavy and loose, weighed down by the two eggs it contained. She cupped the heavy sack in her left hand and rolled the balls within between her fingers. The gentle stroking from her right hand melded into a firm grasp as her long fingers curled around Johnny's quickly inflating penis. She pulled the sensitive foreskin taunt, exposing the enflamed head. Johnny contorted with pleasure as she repeated the ministrations several times. "You have a lovely penis, Johnny. It's best that from now on you only let an experienced lady handle it. It's for your own good. Childish self-indulgence will only lead to injury. Do you understand, Johnny," She demanded in a no-nonsense tone. Johnny could only nod and grab the edge of the sink for support, as the pleasure emanating from his groin intensified. By now Johnny's penis had fully extended to its full length and pre-cum once again began to flow copiously. "See honey, I told you everything would be alright. Now, you're going to do your best for me aren't you sweetheart," She encouraged rhetorically. With the added length, Mrs. Winters was able to use slow, strong, deliberate strokes. Her technique was unlike anything Johnny ever experience before. As a young man who masturbated several times a day, he thought no one would know his cock better then he, but he was obviously wrong. With each down stroke his foreskin was pulled taunt, exposing the sensitive underside of his glands to the skillful diddling of a feminine finger. Johnny's body could resist no longer, his hips began to gyrate and lurch lewdly upwards as Mrs. Winters' hand took on a milking action. Mrs. Winters grinned cheerfully. "Aaah, that's it. That's what I was looking for. Come on Johnny. Come on, come on," she goaded gleefully as he pumped his penis into her clutched hand. The speed of her actions increased. Johnny began to moan softly with each thrust of his hips. His eyes opened every now and then to dart back and forth between Mrs. Winters' angelic face, and her motherly breasts, which swayed and jiggled with her movements. "Ohhh....Mrs...... Mrs.....", Johnny trailed off unable to express himself. "It's all right Johnny. It's all right baby. I want you to do your best for me. I want a nice big squirt from you sweetheart. I want to see you let it all out for me now," She coaxed him. Mrs. Winters' expert manipulation was about to bare fruit. She switched to a more aggressive milking technique as she sensed that he was getting closer. She began to breathe heavily and flush with her own labor. Soon, she thought. Soon. "Johnny! Johnny, open your eyes. Look at me honey, look at my face," she snapped at him. Somehow, through the haze of pleasure, Johnny was able to focus. For a moment the only thing that existed was Mrs. Winter's beautiful face and the pleasure her hands where generating between his legs. Once Mrs. Winters saw he was focused on her she said, "Johnny, I want you to look into my eyes and see who it is who is giving you pleasure. Look at me baby, look at me." Johnny was delirious. Like the background droning of heavy machinery the pleasure pulsed through every fiber of his being. The spot where Mrs. Winters' thigh touched his tingled with sensitivity. The core of pleasure that her hands were touching was on fire. Their eyes were locked on each other's faces. "Its time, Johnny, look at me," She quietly reminded him as Johnny started convulsing. "Cum for me baby, cum for me, come for me...." She chanted softly to him. He winced as the pleasure took him, but stayed focused on her lovely face as she narrowed her eyes in sympathy of the delicious convulsions that were rocking him. Mrs. Winters let out a mocking yet sympathetic groan as he erupted. The tip of his cock seemed to explode as the first powerful squirt of semen lurched forward and landed on her graceful collarbone. Mrs. Winters redirected his cock as she continued to milk him with long deliberate strokes. The next few squirts she aimed over the generous slopes of her breasts. Her words echoed in Johnny's mind, "cum for me, cum for me, cum for me." She firmly squeezed his testicles as if she could wring more seed from them. At last his spurts grew shorter, and she brought her one hand up from his sack to catch the spillage and rub the underside of his gland as the other continued to milk him. Exhausted, Johnny finally had to look away, and collapsed. Mrs. Winters squeezed his already deflating cock. Satisfied that she had all of his essence, she finally let go. "That was very good Johnny. I'm proud of you for doing as you're told." She beamed at him. Lethargically, Johnny looked up from below a sweaty brow just in time to watch a large gob of his semen drip off a puffy nipple. Mrs. Winters went to the sink and ran a wash cloth under some hot water and proceeded to clean herself up. She then used it to clean Johnny's sensitive organ. When She finished, she sat on Johnny's lap facing him, and took him in her embrace. Mrs. Winters had lined up her nipple so that it would automatically find its way into his mouth as she moved to straddle his lap. Regardless of his wishes, her rubbery teat forced itself on him, and he instinctively began to nurse on it. Johnny Ch. 01 Mrs. Winters began to rock him gently back and forth and cooed to him, "Ah, Johnny my sweet boy. Do you see now why I can't allow you to do this by yourself? You need guidance." Johnny wanted to nod, but was preoccupied. "I know you do. Such a sweet loving boy," she sighed as she held his head lovingly, "I'm sure your mother will agree with me when I describe to her what's happened. I'm sure we can come up with a solution for a needy boy like you, my dear Johnny." They stayed like that for a few more minutes before she pulled back and Johnny reluctantly let go of her comforting nipple with a lewd popping sound. Mrs. Winters quickly helped him dress and sent him back down to the dinner party. When he was gone she smiled happily to herself for having done her good deed this day. She leisurely put her clothes back on freshened up, and joined her guests. For the rest of the night Johnny sat bashfully in mute silence as the others happily chatted away. A slight melancholy daze had settled on him as he daydreamed about what had been so suddenly given to him, and all too soon taken away again. He longed to be in Mrs. Winters' arms again, having her stroke him and to suckle at the fullness of her breasts. Later that night, as the guests got ready to head home, Mrs. Winters took Johnny's mother into the kitchen to share one of the recipes they had dined on that evening. Johnny's ears strained to hear what they were saying, but alas all he could make out was his name being mentioned several times, followed by boisterous giggling and some excited whispering. Obviously his mother was surprised and yet delighted by what was being told to her. He blushed deeply and hoped no one else heard it. When the two women emerged they shared a conspiratorial look before both looking in Johnny's direction. The knowing, smirking look on his mother's face disturbed him even more then that of Mrs. Winters and Johnny felt extremely exposed and vulnerable as his mother kept a close eye on him during the rest of their visit. Finally, the time to depart came not a moment too soon for Johnny. Everyone said their good-byes. Mrs. Winters grinned knowingly as she told Johnny what a nice boy he was and that she was glad for the time they had had together. Her tone was very suggestive and teasing, and Johnny blushed once more at the thought that the others might be able to read between the lines. His mother, quickly chimed in, her voice tinged with mirth, "Oh, my dear Andrea, I'm sure Johnny has already *expressed* his own joy at meeting you fully, but I'm sure we can arrange to find another time for him to share his 'feelings' with you and reaffirm his appreciation of your good company." Fearing further exposure and possible questions from the others, he nodded demurely and quickly shuffled off to the car. And thus ends the story of how Johnny became sexually bound to Mrs. Andrea Winters. Johnny Ch. 02 Chap. 2: Academic Probation Story code: F/m, older woman/younger man, masturbation, maternal domination, authoritative/reluctance, mild humiliation/teasing, big natural breasts, nursing fetish, mild femdom, nurturing. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older. Synopsis: An 18 year-old high school student is sent to his academic advisor's office for some hands-on counseling in the hopes that it will inspire him to pickup his flagging grades. Copyright © 2008-2011, Soulstroker (a.k.a. Magnifico Giganticus). ALL Rights Reserved. Johnny was a very smart young man. In fact he was so smart that his high school subjects bored him. With all his intelligence, one would think that Johnny would have aced his way right through high school, but the truth was that he rarely ever got an 'A' in his classes. The problem lay in the fact that Johnny suffered from depression, which manifested itself as a total lack of motivation or interest in his high school lessons. Johnny wouldn't discuss this with anyone. He even managed to convince himself that his attitude and lack of self-motivation was just a phase he was going through. All teenage boys are supposed to be lazy and bored easily—right? As a result, Johnny was very distressed when half-way through 6th period, a note arrived summoning him to the academic counselor's office. At St. Justin High School, students were required to visit with one of the three academic counselors at least once every school year. As a senior Johnny had already met with his counselor in each of his pervious high school years, but each time he had made an appointment. This was the first time he had ever been called out of class to see them. As Johnny walked slowly down the empty halls, he quickly reasoned that his sagging GPA must be the reason why he had been called. He had been a pretty good student in his freshman year, but by the end of his junior year he had dipped below a 2.0 GPA. As he neared the counselor's office, he began to formulate what he would say to his councilor, he needed plausible excuses for why his grades were dropping, and why it wasn't his fault. He was becoming more and more nervous with each step and began repeating his excuses in his mind to himself. As the door came in view his silent litany suddenly came to a halt as he remembered the name of the counselor assigned to him, Mrs. Baggends. Contrary to the kind sounding name, Mrs. Baggends was an old German battleaxe who seemed to have been ripped right out of some children's fairy tail. She was harsh, mean, ill-tempered—in short, Johnny couldn't imagine any evil step-mothers or wicked witches being much worse. Standing before the office door, the prospect of the approaching encounter let him to continue his litany with renewed vigor. With a clammy hand, he finally reached for the door handle and entered the office. The academic counselors' offices were actually one large room. Five-foot tall dividers (the kind popular in Dilbert cartoons) had been used to form a small reception area and three small offices for each of the counselors. During either of the two lunch periods, (4th for under, and 5th of upper classmen) this place was packed with students, now however it was totally empty. Upon entering, Johnny looked down at the receptionist, who sat behind a small desk next to the door, and announced himself. The receptionist was a student herself, who for some insane reason had chosen to do this job as her elective this quarter. Johnny recognized her as Rebecca the Jewish girl from his 3rd period religion class. She stuck out in Johnny's mind because she was one of the few non-Catholic students at St. Justin's and she had been quite vocal in the class they shared. Beyond her ethnicity, she was also one of the more beautiful girls in school. Her dark eyes and pale milky skin gave her a mystical quality which only accentuated a long graceful neck and a head of thick dark hair that curled at the tips, deliciously hugging her soft jaw line. Rebecca was also well developed for a girl her age, already sporting the curves of a woman which were the talk of the boy's locker room. While Johnny couldn't see the rest of her figure at the moment, she certainly had an ample bosom which seemed to settle on the desktop every time she exhaled. "Johnny is it," she asked looking up from her appointment book, "aren't you one of Mrs. Baggends' students?" "Um, yes, yes that's right, she's my academic counselor. I got this note in class saying I should come here for an advising session," Johnny stammered with his usual shyness as he held out the note for her to see. "Well that's strange, Mrs. Baggends has been sick all week—" Someone in the cubicle directly behind Rebecca spoke up from behind the divider. "It's alright Rebecca, I sent for him. Come on in my office Johnny," came a female voice. Rebecca smiled and pointed to the office entrance to the left behind her. Johnny nodded and walked in. The cramped office contained a file cabinet, some bookshelves, an overlarge desk, opposite which was a small beaten up old couch. Behind the desk sat a lady he had never actually met before, but knew to be one of the other academic councelors. She looked to be in her early 30s by Johnny's guess. While far from fat, she had a pleasant roundness about her, with a large rear and top that accentuated the tick curves of her narrower middle. She was dressed in a modern gray business outfit with a jacket that closed in a 'V' over her rather pronounced chest. Her shoulder length brown hair was cut in an old fashioned style, lending severity to her otherwise friendly-looking oval face. Overall she was a strange mix of old and new which for some reason reminded Johnny of his mother, though her facial features were nothing like his mother's. She looked up with a professional smile and motioned to the couch, "Have a seat while I finish this paperwork real quick." Johnny nodded solemnly and cringed so as to avoid knocking over anything as he navigated to the couch in the confined space. The cushions made loud embarrassing squeaking noises as he sank into the old couch. He sat so low, he was barely eye level with the surface of her desk. He felt uncomfortable in this position and was very self-aware of the extra pounds his own frame carried. At 6'3" and 265 pounds, Johnny was not a small guy by anyone's standards. For a few moments the only sound in the office was the scratching of led on paper. Johnny sat there watching the woman write. The 'V' of her business suit would bulge open every now and then with the fierceness of her writing, revealing brief glimpses of the jiggling cleavage hidden within. Johnny began to sweat a little more as his teenage mind began to realize that this round—almost matronly—lady actually had attributes that were incredibly erotic to him. The woman finished and looked up quickly—too quickly for Johnny. However, instead of announcing his guilty stare by abruptly looking away, he kept on staring at the front of her jacket as if pretended looking at her nearby hand as she was writing. He only looked up at her face after she had begun to speak. The bluff seemed to have worked. "Now then young man, I am Mrs. Boneham," she announced loudly, "your file has been transferred into my care. It seems that you've been ignoring your schoolwork and landed yourself on Academic Probation last quarter." She paused briefly before continuing, "when promising students go on AP we usually give them one quarter to correct themselves. However, I've been talking to your teachers, and they say your quiz and test scores this year haven't improved. Now, do you have anyway to explain this poor performance Johnny?" Looking up at Mrs Boneham from the sagging couch Johnny was taken off guard by the sudden start of her interrogation, but managed to eventually answer, "Um, well Mrs. Boneham I know I've been struggling and, um—" Johnny was about to launch into his well practiced litany of excuses but she cut him off: "Indeed you have young man. Now I'll be up front with you. We counselors here break up the students we see into two basic groups: Mrs. Baggends handles all the good students who have a long track record of good academic standing and Ms. Burgville handles the students who are obviously never going to shape up and simply coast their way through St. Justin with no hopes for bright futures. The choice is up to you—we can guide you, but only you are able to determine which group you fall into." Johnny tried to reply but Mrs. Boneham went on, "Now there is a third group Johnny, which is where you and I come in. Some of the brighter students sometimes seem to fall from grace as it were. It's my job to catch them, and if possible, correct their wayward ways and put them back on the right path. I think I can help you, but for me to do so, we will have to work together. You have to want to correct yourself. You have to want my help and be willing to work with me to make it happen. Can you do that Johnny?" She finally stopped and waited for him to answer. "Y-y-y yes, yes I can do that Mrs. Boneham. I-I want to be on the right path." He stammered, relieved that the direction of the conversation was going in a direction in which he seemed to be blameless. "That's real good Johnny", she said with a cocked eyebrow, "Because frankly I don't have the luxury to waste time on a slacker who won't give me one hundred percent." She let here statement hang in the air for a few seconds as they stared at each other. "Now we're going to sit down and figure out what went wrong with you. I don't want any excuses, and I don't want any lies. You need to be honest with me if our relationship is going to work. Now, tell me honestly, what do you think is the problem? Is something outside your academic life troubling you? How are things at home?" "Um, e-e-everything is fine at home Mrs. Boneham," Johnny stammered, worried that he once again had to produce answers. "I see, well how about your social life, then? Is there a bully or a group of kids who pick on you? I can't see anyone trying something with someone your size." "Well, n-no no, not at all Mrs. Boneham. At least I can't think of any," he spoke up. "Well there has to be something young man. Looking at your transcripts from you first two years you managed a 3.2 GPA. While that's not an Ivy League number, it certainly shows you were a good student. A GPA like that doesn't just drop like a stone for no reason," she spoke loudly in an earnest attempt to make her point. "Can you think of any reason for this drop off in production?" With her last statement Mrs. Boneham leaned forward sharply for emphasis and her over-large bosom was driven against the top of her desk. The 'V' of her jacket bulged open wantonly before Johnny's eyes. Panic set in and Johnny began to sweat profusely as he willed himself not to look at the exposed female flesh. Waveringly, he said "w-well, um, there may be something thing..." As Johnny let his statement hang in the moist, uncomfortable silence, his gaze slide slowly downwards against his will, to the deep and inviting cleavage on display. It was as if his eyes had a mind of their own, and at a critical moment they decided to betray him. In horror he quickly looked back up at Mrs. Boneham's oval face, panic now clearly showing on his own face. The counselor had traced his gaze a moment before, and briefly showed surprise; but that was quickly brought under control as her faced darkened with anger. In a quite, ominous tone she asked, "and what would that be?" Johnny lost all measure of control and began to blubber, "W-w-w well you know. Um, sometimes, um, I have trouble dealing with people. Um, like, like, like, I can't talk to them. I freeze up, or, or, or, or—." Terror and humiliation had hard-locked his ability to articulate his thoughts. It only loosened after he consciously gave up, and only then tried again. A moment later he sighed disparagingly and finished, "I come off sounding like an idiot." He hung his head down in disgust and shame—ready for the onslaught of anger which was sure to come from the councelor. Mrs. Boneham rocked back in her chair with her hands supporting the back of her head. She gazed thoughtfully at the mournful Johnny. She reflected on her 11 years in the education field, 8 of them spent at St. Justin's, and realized that this case seemed very similar to a number of other boys. All of them exhibited a pattern of shyness, helplessness, low self esteem, awkwardness in social situations—in short all the things she had seen thus far from Johnny. She wasn't one hundred percent certain though. She had to confirm her hunch. She decided to bluff. "Them?" She asked poignantly, "don't you mean girls?" Johnny's head shot up, shocked at the keen perception of the councelor's question. In less then two minutes she had plucked out the kernel of his mystery—he wasn't simply shy, just awkward around the opposite sex. He felt as if he had been punched in the face. His wide-eyed, opened-mouth stare was all the conformation Mrs. Boneham needed. Inwardly she grinned in satisfaction, she had been right. On the outside, only a knowing smirk played across her face. As the silence hung a moment longer, Mrs. Boneham recalled other elements of the profile Johnny exhibited: Prone towards mood disorders, introverted, lack of motivation, often coming from a matriarchally-dominated home, submissive towards female authority figures, extreme awkwardness with peers of the opposite sex, emotionally self-abusive, hedonistic, heightened libido, often prone towards escapisms and various addictions—especially compulsive masturbation. She suppressed a smile as she recalled the last fact. This was no laughing matter she chided herself inwardly. This boy needed her help if she wanted to give him a promising future. It was up to her to save him, to guide him towards that future. Due to the many such cases she had handled, she knew the key to helping Johnny was through the manipulation of his sex drive coupled with his reverence for female authority figures. Mrs. Boneham actually enjoyed these types of cases best and had unofficially made their treatment her specialty; soon after starting her chosen vocation, she had realized it was these cases specifically that drew her to the field. Relishing what she knew would develop over the coming weeks and months, Mrs. Boneham decided in an instant that there was no time like the present to administer his initial treatment. At last Johnny recovered enough to attempt a response. His eyes threatened to overflow with tears as he softly stuttered, "I, I, I, don't know what you mean Mrs. B—" "Oh, come, come Johnny, don't lie to me. You promised to be truthful, remember," she cut him off. Johnny started babbling again as he attempted to protest his innocents. As he went on, Mrs. Boneham got up to stand between the desk and the Johnny. Standing tall above him, she looked down at the helpless youth. She decided to get right to the point, "Johnny, how often do you play with yourself? I bet it's a lot. Am I right?" Looking up at her smiling, knowing face, Johnny was once again frozen in embarrassment and fear. "It's alright to admit it, you know," she said matter-of-factly, "most boys your age do it often, but I am willing to bet you do it much more, at least three times a day, probably more. Isn't that right Johnny?" She emphasized his name, using it like a hammer. For a moment longer, he still couldn't speak and Mrs. Boneham waited. Her training and experience had paid off, she had shocked him just enough so that he would be completely vulnerable for what would come next to sink in properly. She honestly felt sympathy for poor Johnny. She knew that over all he was just an innocent boy with a good heart who was having trouble coping with the changes his mind and body were enduring at this stage in his life. She honestly regretted toying with him like this, but it was for his own good. Besides, it was good practice for married life, she mused. She certainly wouldn't be the last woman to use his physical and psychological needs towards her own ends. Staring at his face the entire time, she could tell he was finally about to say something. Now was the time for the real therapy to move forward. Before he could get a sound out she placed a finger on his lips and hushed him as she left the desk and let herself sink into the couch next to him. "Shhh, its alright Johnny. Shhhhh," she soothed him. As if by magic, he suddenly stopped trying to talk, to defend himself. He stopped resisting her. "Don't worry Johnny, there are ways to help special boys like you. You're not like everyone else, are you? You have special needs. I know how to help you, and with a lot of work, I think you will be ok again. We're going to have to work together, and I'm going to need your very best effort, alright?" Johnny nodded meekly. He had always felt "different" somehow. He was so grateful for her compassion, so relieved at her understanding and apparent lack of anger for his inappropriate behavior. At this point would do what ever she told him. Mrs. Boneham smiled her pretty face at him, "alright then," and started to unbuckle his pants, "help me get these pants off, we have a lot of work to do." Emotionally exhausted beyond the means to express himself, Johnny numbly allowed her to work on his buckle, his eyes wide with unspoken trepidation of what this strange but compassionate woman was going to do to him. She firmly placed her hands on his thigh urging him to lift his buttocks, which he did automatically, though in the lethargic manner of reluctance. "There's a good boy," she soothed carefully, the way a mother would sooth a child who needed to have its blood drawn, her eyes constantly on his to gage his current state. She slid down both his pants and his boxers in one motion. His flaccid penis was starting to stir as it came into view. She smiled knowingly and remarked, "Your willy sure seems to know what's coming next." Before he could contemplate her meaning, Johnny suddenly thought he heard a stifled giggle roll softly from over the office divider. Mrs. Boneham seemed to have heard it too, as she paused momentarily, but seemed to put it out of her mind and continue. She quickly helped him take off his T-shirt, discarding it on the floor. She began caressing the inside of Johnny's naked thighs, then paused as if thinking of a better course of action. "Why don't we just take these nasty pants completely off," she asked herself and bent down to unlace his shoes. They were quickly discarded along with his pants and underwear. She then grabbed his left ankle and swiveled his body around on the couch so he was facing her. She rested his left leg on the back of the couch seat. "For easy access," she smiled reassuringly with a motherly pat on his knee. Situated between his spread-eagled knees, she indeed had easy access to his genitalia, and proceeded to take advantage of it. Mrs. Boneham leaned in for a closer look and began to nudge Johnny's slowly erecting member with a crooked finger. "Come on honey, make your willy nice and stiff for me. I know you want to," she remarked when she saw his penis was slow to fill with blood, currently being only at half mast. In his exhaustion Johnny couldn't even manage his usual stuttering, and simply sat silently with a worried look on his face. Mrs. Boneham saw the panic and shame in his eyes when confronted with his perceived inadequacies. She knew his "little problem" was only due to feelings of shame and that normally he could erect in seconds. But causing shame was part of the plan—she would gain untold control and devotion from him by absolving and freeing him of that shame as a kind and nurturing female authority figure. "Don't worry Johnny, I know what boys like you need. Your willy is playing hard-to-get, but I know just how to get it to cooperate," she remarked matter-of-factly. Johnny Ch. 02 Mrs. Boneham stood up and shrugged off her business jacket and took her time properly hanging it over the back of the sofa near his leg. She then slowly zipped open her skirt and let it fall to the ground followed by her slip. She then proceeded to seductively unbutton her blouse and shrugged that off as well. She now stood before Johnny clad only in a large under-wire bra and a pair of plain looking pink panties. Mrs. Boneham noticed that Johnny was now completely transfixed, staring open-mouthed at the large mounds of her bosom. She glanced down at his groin and smirked contently as she saw Johnny's peter grow in large visible throbs. Johnny, to his credit, momentarily recovered from his numbness to notice how well shaped the rest of Mrs. Boneham's figure was. She was definitely not thin, but she had a classic hourglass shape, which was pleasing to his eye, and wide "baby-making" hips, which were reoccurring features in all his fantasies. But, for Johnny, by far her most magnetic feature was her generous bosom, which he yearned to nuzzle and nurse. Smiling at Johnny's reaction, Mrs. Boneham lowered herself once again to the couch between Johnny's spread open legs. Her soft hands encircled the base of his cock and gave it a few squeezes to test its rigidity. While sufficiently firm for what was in store, the perfectionist in Mrs. Boneham demanded maximum rigidity from Johnny's manhood. Johnny stared down between his legs at the ruebenesque goddess handling his penis like some ripe fruit. Mrs. Boneham suddenly peeled back his foreskin and insistently teased the sensitive underside of his penis head with a fingertip. Johnny let out a loud gasp as the unexpected sensations flowed through his body. "Hmmm, you like that Johnny? Does my big boy like it when I play with the head of his big willy," she goaded rhetorically. Mrs. Boneham chuckled for a moment longer as she gave Johnny's member a few longer strokes. Johnny suddenly realized that his counselor wasn't the only one laughing. He was sure of it this time, a barely audible giggle had come from the other side of the office divider. He now realized that Rebecca had been listening to them the whole time. Johnny's face turned dark red with shame as he looked at Mrs. Boneham's own expression. It was obvious that she had known about the eavesdropping all along. "I have another surprise for you Johnny," Mrs. Boneham grinned at him reassuringly. She paused her ministrations, and reached behind her. A moment later her massive brassier dislodged itself and fell away. Her large pendulous breasts sagged down in their sudden freedom. An emotional burst of moisture blurred Johnny's vision as he gazed at the round, teardrop-shaped loveliness of Mrs. Boneham's breasts. Reaching behind her to the filing cabinet, Mrs. Boneham retrieved a bottle from the lowest drawer and poured some of its slick contents onto her bountiful chest. She then leaned her bosom over his groin and lowered her oily dangling breasts around his stiff member. "Squeeze my bosom around you willy Johnny. Don't be afraid, you have my permission to enjoy yourself," she invited him. Hesitantly, Johnny reached between his legs and pressed the soft globes together around his penis. Seeing his own fingers sink into the overflowing breast flesh caused a slight groan to escape his lips. The soft, slippery warmth around his manhood was overwhelming and his hips instinctively lurched forward, thrusting his cock deeper into the inviting channel her meaty boobs created. Mrs. Boneham encouraged him to do it again and again. "That's it Johnny, masturbate your peter between my breasts—make love to them like I know you want to, there's a good boy." More giggling came from behind the office divider, but at this point Johnny didn't care anymore. He gratefully humped into the snug embrace of Mrs. Boneham's heaving tits, his face burning scarlet at his own lewd behavior. He was so grateful, and yet so embarrassed for everything that was happening. She tickled the head of his cock with her tongue as it poked out from between her cleavage with each thrust. "I think your willy and I are going to get along just fine now. He's nice and stiff for me," she commented cheerfully. "You're such a good boy Johnny," she added, looking up into his eyes, and as an after thought brought her hand up to caress his cheek and brush a stray lock of hair from his face. Johnny continued to indulge himself for a few more minutes. The sounds of his penis thrusting into the councelor's oiled cleavage filled the small office, interrupted only by Johnny's grateful moans and the occasional muffled giggle wafting from over the office divider. A moment later, Mrs. Boneham took hold of Johnny's wrists and firmly told him to release breasts and desist his thrusting. "Johnny, I'll take over from here. Now, before we let you spend, I want you to focus on your breathing. I want large, deep breaths from you. Go ahead and take a deep breath," Mrs. Boneham instructed, "that's, it. In, out, in, out, deep breaths, there's a good boy." She watched him do as she instructed for a moment, then continued. "The reason we are having you do this, is because the breathing will super-charge your blood with oxygen and increase the flow to your brain. It will maximize the effect of your spending. As I always like to say, anything worth doing, is worth doing right, so I want you to keep breathing deeply as we move on and let your release your semen." Johnny nodded weakly, his overloaded mind thrilling at the fact that she was going to let him cum. For some reason her word "spend" made what they were doing all the more erotic. He was going to give his seed to her—as homage, he suddenly thought, to the mother goddess which Mrs. Boneham now had become. And that is what she was, a goddess of feminine power, possessing all the traits of her authority and demanding all the seed he could produce as a tribute to her. His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed that he hadn't heard any giggling for a while. It was as if Rebecca had fallen silent to take in and contemplate Mrs. Boneham's words. Unbeknownst to Johnny, the young girl was learning valuable relationship skills from the older woman. His attention was brought back to what was being expected of him as he felt Mrs. Boneham's soft fingers grab hold of his cock once more. She was testing its rigidity again. "Good work Johnny, your willy is at maximum length, we can proceed. Keep breathing Johnny," she reminded him. Mrs. Boneham began to lazily stroke his cock in a playful fashion. Occasionally she would take hold of her massive teat and lean forward kissing the nipple to his cock head. She vigorously rubbed the hard nub along the edge of his sensitive gland, causing it to throb out another glob of pre-cum. Johnny was beside himself with pleasure as Mrs. Boneham chuckled her approval of his panting and sighing. "What a good boy you are," she babied him kindheartedly. The words seemed to be spoken in genuine affection, but were at once humiliating and incredibly erotic. Over the last few minutes the deep breathing had taken its toll on poor Johnny. He was feeling light headed, and soon began to shiver all over his body. Upon seeing this, Mrs. Boneham took her ministrations to the next level. She brought one hand lower to handle his testicles, rolling them around rhythmically. Every so often, she would choke the "neck" of his scrotum, pulling the skin taunt as his testicles were squeezed inside the confines of their sack. She looked at his face and smiled. He watched her hand as she gently tugged at his balls, making them feel heavy and full. She gripped his penis tighter, and began to masturbate him in a firm milking motion with long, slow, deliberate strokes. The added urgency was not lost on Johnny, who began to falter with his breathing as it degenerated into panting and groaning with his heightened pleasure. The giggling from behind the divider became more frequent as he grew louder and more passionate. "Focus on your breathing Johnny," Mrs. Boneham chided him. Johnny visibly strained with the effort to return to the pattern she had laid out for him earlier. "In, out, in, out, there's my good boy," she aided and encouraged him, not missing a beat from her own pumping rhythm on his cock. With each up-stroke of her hand she pointed his penis slightly downwards, only to swivel it up towards his belly each time her hand thrust down and exposed his glands as his foreskin was retracted. Unbeknownst to Johnny, who had never had sex, Mrs. Boneham was mimicking the exact motions of a penis during vaginal penetration. But the value of this expert manipulation was not lost on the young man, as he shook and spasmed uncontrollably in response. The situation was quickly coming to head. A moment later Mrs. Boneham felt Johnny reach what she called "the excitation plateau" and abruptly stopped her ministrations to keep him from releasing. Johnny's red, engorged cock bobbed lewdly as she released it. Johnny opened his eye and looked down the length of his body in confused surprise. "Alright, Johnny it's almost time for you to spend. I want you to keep up your breathing, and keep your eyes open. It might help if you focus on something; my face or perhaps my breasts would probably work best, since you've been staring at them since you walked in here. Its important that you don't close your eyes. What ever you do, don't close your eyes, keep them focused on me. I don't care what part of me, as long as your eyes are somewhere on me, understand?—and keep up your deep breathing," she instructed earnestly. Nodding in unison, Mrs. Boneham gingerly placed her hands back on his penis and balls, mindful that any sudden moves might set him off prematurely. Johnny continued his deep breathing as he shivered spasmodically in a combination of anticipation, eroticism, and his oxygen high. Mrs. Boneham began slow tight-fisted strokes along his cock shaft, stopping frequently when he got too close to release. His foreskin would be pulled back with her motions, rolling and unrolling from around his sensitive cock head. By now his cock was drooling a constant stream of pre-cum. Johnny was beginning to let out loud, soulful moans with each of his exhales. "Mmm, my big boy is getting ready to give me what I want," Mrs. Boneham teased, "Aren't you my dear boy? We've got a lot of semen building up, don't we? You're going to let me have all of it, aren't you Johnny," she toyed with him verbally in a low seductive voice. Johnny was going mad with pleasure. His gaze was darting back and forth between Mrs. Boneham's smiling, knowing face and her large pendent breasts which delightfully caressed the insides of his thighs as she played with his penis. Mrs. Boneham, finally decided she had built up a large enough load inside him. "Alright Johnny, its time for you to spend for me. I want a big effort from you now. Let it all out. Give it to me Johnny," She suddenly announced loudly. Mrs. Boneham made one long tight-gripped stroke all the way down his cock shaft, which she knew would push him over the edge and start his release. She then quickly brought her fist to just under the head of Johnny's cock. Using shorter stokes timed in unison with the contractions of his cock she focused on the sensitive area just under the rim of its head, where the foreskin attached to the shaft. The long edge of her finger buried itself into the furrow of sensitive skin there with each powerful stroke. Johnny convulsed violently as she did this, his hips bucking up as the first large stream of cum spurted high into the air. He grunted with pleasure bordering on pain. He felt like his semen was being ripped from the head of his penis. "That's it honey, just like that. Big spurts now. Gimmy lots of big-boy spurts," she goaded him with a greedy smile at the sight of his first massive volley of semen. "Cum for me honey, let me have all of it. I want all of it. Give it all up for me, come on." Semen continued to erupt from Johnny's loins, jet after jet issued forth into the air. Through the haze of pleasure Johnny heard a gasp from behind the office divider. Mrs. Boneham continued her inflammatory remarks as she stroked out more cum, not caring where the ejaculate landed; instead she focused solely on the spurting cock between in her fingers. "Oh! oh my! Look at that! Oh my dear! Look at all that messy cum! Oh, my dear boy!" she gasped as Johnny's cock continued to produce long strands of semen far longer than anticipated. Most of it landed on Johnny's abdomen and legs, but much of it found refuge on Mrs. Boneham's thighs and bosom. "There's a good boy," she praised him with genuine delight at the shower of come he produced, her hand pumping for still more, "Good, good boy! Don't hold any of it back, Johnny—spend yourself for me, that's it!" Finally the eruptions became weaker, lessened and Johnny's hips stopped bucking. "My, what a good boy you are," Mrs. Boneham enthused with bird-bright eyes. When she was sure she had everything he could produce, Mrs. Boneham's earnest manipulations stopped, becoming an appreciative caress of Johnny's depleted member. "What a good boy you are Johnny. I must say, I am certainly pleased with you effort. It seems I was wrong earlier; your production is well beyond anything I could have hoped for. In all my years, I've never seen such a lewd and hedonistic display of virility—you spurted so much cum, look at us!" she happily motioned to all the spent semen covering the both of them. "I am so proud of you. Well done young man. Well done indeed," she said, jiggling her cum-splattered boobs at him with a shake of her shoulders. It was important to connect what had just happened with feelings of approval. While the episode had ultimately been shameful, the excessive praise allowed him to accept it, and connect it with the physical pleasure of orgasmic release—both obtained by her good grace. Johnny for his part could only groan weakly in response. In a sudden burst of maternal affection, Mrs. Boneham's heart went out to him, "Aw, my poor baby. I know this wasn't easy for you, but in the long run this is for the best. This sort of thing is healthy for a boy like you—you need a firm hand to keep you on the right path." Johnny just lay there limply. "You're such a good boy Johnny, let me reward you for giving such a spectacular effort," she said as she leaned back on the couch, pulling him on top of her as she did so. Resting his head on one large breast, she guided a nipple to his lips, nudging him so he would take it in his mouth and latch on. "Yes that's it, suckle on the big breasts you love so much, sweetie. Once I saw how you couldn't keep your eyes off them, I knew exactly what you needed, didn't I? You just need some big, soft, mommy-breasts to suckle and to spend all your messy mess in my hand, didn't you? Your such a needy boy Johnny," she cuddled and cooed to him as she stroked his hair. Johnny drifted to the edge of sleep as he sucked comfortingly on the turgid, pebble-rimmed nipple, seemingly oblivious to the fact he was nuzzling up to a breast practically glazed with his own tacky spunk. Mrs. Boneham wrapped her legs around his hips, allowing his slick penis to rest tightly against her warm panty covered pussy-mound while she continued to whisper lewd encouragements into his ear. Before Johnny drifted off to sleep, he was vaguely aware of Mrs. Boneham calling Rebecca into her office, and asking her to bring damp washcloths. Johnny wasn't sure if he had imagine this, but he thought he saw the beautiful Rebecca leaning down with her own magnificent bosom in his face, still covered by her clothes, regrettably. She whispered how cute he looked, naked and nursing on one of Mrs. Boneham's engorged nipples. The heavy fog took him then as he drifted off to a content sleep. The rest is silence. As a result of this first meeting, Mrs. Boneham became Johnny's permanent academic counselor. Every day, before and after school, Johnny would meet with his counselor for an 'academic advising session'. At lunch he would also meet with Rebecca for a 'peer advising session' in one of the empty classrooms. From that first session, Johnny had become sexually bound to his academic counselor and a day couldn't go by when he didn't need to shamefully, but gratefully, release his seed for her. While this arrangement would ultimately prove successful, in that Johnny managed keep his GPA above a 2.0, and thus keeping him off academic probation. Ultimately, it was a failure. Johnny never was able to attain the high grade point average of his freshmen and sophomore years. Many things may have contributed to this fact, but the primary reason seems to have been the subconscious fear of being reassigned to his old advisor, Mrs. Baggends. Unfortunately, it was school policy that if his grades were to improve above a 3.0, it would be mandatory for him to be reassigned to his former academic advisor. To Johnny, Mrs. Boneham's hands-on advising sessions where too important to let his GPA, and the prospect of a bright future, get in the way. The bright and intelligent Johnny, while saved from a life as an underachiever through the twice-daily efforts of Mrs. Boneham, had for those very same reasons subscribed himself willingly to a life of mediocrity.