6 comments/ 88912 views/ 13 favorites Trained to Please Ch. 01 By: Prurientoral When I had arrived in Delaware by train, it had been seven years since I had last seen my aunt and uncle, and I could barely recognize them. Aunt Mary looked older and worried; Uncle Pete just looked old. Both in their mid-forties, they had taken me in upon my father's request that I complete my high school education elsewhere. I had got into trouble back home, and my father was convinced I had been influenced by the bad kids in my neighborhood. Truthfully, it was me who was the bad influence. Uncle Pete helped me load my bags into the back of the van without once looking at my face. Aunt Mary climbed up into the middle seat from the side and then pointed her finger to the front seat, motioning to me to get in. The ride was mostly silent going back to the house, and I sensed that there was a great deal of stress between the two of them that had little to do with me. No doubt, I was only adding to their worries with my sudden arrival. Once at the house, Aunt Mary walked me to my room and Uncle Pete followed with the rest of my bags. She went over the layout of the room- "This is where you'll sleep," and "This is where you'll put your socks,"-in great detail, making sure I understood how everything was supposed to be as long as I was in that room. I felt uneasy as she walked around pointing to this and to that, and I was convinced she was a bit crazy to expect me to adhere to such strict rules in what was to be my room. Mary led me around the massive three-level house in much the same manner, explaining what I should do or not do, and generally what she expected. After five hours, the tour ended with her pudgy finger pointing at the stairs leading to the third level. "You don't go there. That's our room and nobody ever goes up those stairs except Pete or me. Got it?" "Yeah, I got it" I replied. "That's good" Mary added, but I could see that she was not fully convinced that I understood her. Later as I was getting ready for bed, Pete came in and sat down on the bed next to me as I was folding my shirts for the "shirts there" drawer. For the first time I noticed that he looked like an older version of my father, even though he was five years his junior. "Your Aunt Mary wasn't always like this. There was a time when she was more carefree and she smiled a lot. Something happened, Benny, somewhere down the line she became bitter and..and just strange and I have no idea why!" Pete sounded as if he was going to cry, and I remember that I was more uncomfortable at that moment then I had been since I stepped off the train. "It's O.K. Uncle Pete. She aint so bad, and I'm sorry you guys had to get stuck with me." I had no idea what to say to him. "Benny, I'm sorry you got stuck with us." And with that he grunted as he stood up and then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The next day I was starving when I awoke, and I went to the fridge, searching for a bite. "Did you wash your hands?" I heard Mary ask from directly behind me. I don't know why, maybe because of what Pete said the previous night, but I was scared to turn around. "Um, yep" I lied. "Turn around, NOW!!" she demanded. I turned at which point she grabbed my hands and turned them palms up. "You're a liar, Benny. You just lied to your Aunty and that can't be tolerated. I specifically told you last night to wash your hands before you went to the fridge. And did you? Hmmmm? No! And then you lied about it to boot. That makes you a dirty liar!!" She almost screamed only inches from my face. "Don't you lie to me, boy!" she growled. "I won't Aunt Mary...I'm sorry...I promise I won't do that again" I stammered, embarrassed and truly afraid of her. "That's good" was her curt reply and she motioned me with that pudgy finger to sit at the table. "I'll fix you something" she said with a much calmer tone. She made an incredible spread of eggs and sausage, breads, potatoes, fruits, and a warmed up quiche. She put a glass of orange juice in front of me and next to that a tablet. "That's a multi vitamin. You'll need to take these every so often to make sure you keep healthy" she explained. I took the vitamin with the juice and afterward she put a plate of food in front of me. I stared at the plate and then at Aunt Mary who stood before me waiting for me to dig in. "Well? Are you just going to stare at it or are you going to eat it?" she chortled. She seemed impatient, and stood with one hand on her hip and with the other pointing at the plate. I noticed at that moment she was wearing a robe, and that it had parted slightly at the front enough for me to see a dark patch beneath a pair of silky see-thru panties. I quickly looked away in fear of being scolded and replied, "Did you still want me to wash my hands?" Without a word, Mary flitted her finger toward the bathroom, and I sped from the room to wash my hands. Once in the washroom, I splashed water on my face to cool off. The sight of Mary's panties was inexplicably exciting. Mary wasn't exactly attractive. She was about 5'2" and maybe 140 pounds. She had olive-colored skin and brown eyes, and her hair was a light chestnut about shoulder length. Her saving feature was her smile, at least as I could recall from my preteen days. The water cooled me off, but the flushed feeling was still there, and I noticed that my cock was slightly hard. I managed to compose myself and go back to the table. Once there, Mary again inspected my palms. "Much better, but you didn't dry your hands." And with that she took my hands and rubbed them on the terry-cloth robe, right down the front across her breasts. "Now eat!" she said pointing to the plate. I ate with my hard cock straining against my pajama material. I scooted myself under the table as far as I could, hoping to not be discovered, but found myself frequently repositioning myself to accommodate my cock. I had a hard-on that wasn't willing to go away. I wolfed down breakfast and waited for Mary to leave the room so I could leave to relieve myself. She stayed while I ate, reading her newspaper in between taking sips of coffee. She eventually got up when the gong of a doorbell rang in the next room. When she went to answer the door, I sped to my room to jerk myself dry. I came almost immediately after about ten or so strokes, splattering my face and chest with huge gobs of sperm. When Mary knocked on my door, I was wiping myself with a sock from the hamper. "I'm changing. I'll be right there" I said as calmly as I could. "Well, hurry up," Aunt Mary called. "I have someone I'd like you to meet." I left the room still partially hard, but was safely clad in jeans and a long flannel shirt that hung loosely over my crotch. "Benny I want you to meet Shirley Spalding. She lives next door and is a dear, dear friend of mine." "Hello Mrs. Spalding. It's very nice to meet you." I said as eloquently as an eighteen year old could. "Hello Benny!" she almost sang out, and then almost whispered "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, too." I noticed that she was probably two or three inches taller than Mary, probably about fifty or so, but not at all unfit. Her hair was curly dark brown and short, and I remember thinking she looked just like a seventh-grade math teacher or perhaps a nurse. "Shirley isn't married, Benny. You'll address her as Miss Spalding or Doctor Spalding," Mary explained. "Doctor? You're like a surgeon or something?" I asked, genuinely interested. "Oh, no! I am a medical doctor, but I practice psychiatry" she again almost whispered. "Oh. Why do they call you guys 'head shrinkers'?" I asked almost embarrassed at my own naivety. "Well, Benny, I believe its small-minded people who came up with that one, and so it would make sense that they would say such a thing" she replied almost annoyed, but then followed in a sweet soft voice," But I'll promise you that your head will never shrink if I have my say so!" and then she winked and placed her hand on my cheek. I thought overall she was very nice. My cock was still semi-hard, and for no reason I could imagine, was growing harder every second I stood there. "Benny, your Aunty said you've done some plumbing work before, is that right?" she queried. "Yes Mrs...I mean, Dr. Spalding, I used to apprentice through my old school." I almost stuttered because I was concentrating on hiding my fully hard prick. Thankfully, my shirt still hid the bulge nicely. "Great, I have work for you this weekend, if you're interested. Of course I'll pay you for your time!" she said with a smile and wink. "Yes, ma'am. That would be great. Thank You!" I replied, genuinely glad. "Ooh, Mary! He's so polite; he says 'ma'am' and everything! That's good!" she stated sounding impressed. "That is good!" Mary repeated. I excused myself and said goodbye to Dr. Spalding. I felt good that they thought so highly of my politeness, and felt strangely but incredibly confident that I had impressed them both. I immediately went back to my room and again masturbated to climax, and again used the same dirty sock to clean myself up. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out this sudden loss of control over my horniness, but could only guess that it was because it had been three months since I fooled around with my ex-girlfriend. The rest of the day I struggled with my erections, and when Uncle Pete came home from work and we sat down for dinner, he commented that I looked tired. "I feel tired Uncle Pete." I stated. "Jet lag, probably, or train lag...whatever" he answered nonchalantly, and then took a bite of his ham and chewed like a beaten man. After dinner I checked it in and masturbated for the fourth time of the day. The image in my head was still of Aunt Mary's open robe and see-thru panties. A mere half-teaspoon of semen was all that was left to ejaculate. I rolled over and slept like a log. The next morning I awoke with Aunt Mary standing over me at the side of the bed. Her robe was again slightly parted, and again I saw a thick patch of hair pressing against a yellow pair of sheer panties. "You ready to eat?" she asked. "Yeah. What time is it?" I grumbled still half asleep. "8:45. Time for some breakfast and your vitamin." My eyes stayed on her crotch for an extra two seconds before I rose to sit up. "I'll be there," I said, now more awake. "O.K. Now what do you have to dooo?" Mary sang. Her hands were planted on her hips and she stood there like she was almost impatient. "Wash my hands and dry them" I answered, feeling like a child. "That's good" she said with a smile and left the room. My cock got almost immediately hard at the sight of her bush, and I now was certain that I would obsess over that image for the rest of the day. I cleaned and went to breakfast, making sure to sit before she saw my erection, and was again served juice with a vitamin, and a full hot breakfast that would have filled a horse. "Let me see your palms" she demanded. I turned them up with the backs of my hands on the table. She stood beside me with one hand on her hip and again her robe was slightly parted. It was all too much for an eighteen year old to bear. "No! Stand up and show me!" she scolded. I then had no choice. I slowly rose and tried to keep my body bent over to help hide my hard-on. "What's wrong with you?" she snorted. "Stand up straight!" she demanded angrily. I stood up perfectly straight upon her command, and my cock did likewise. I had been made. "Ah, yes! So that's what is happening!" she said excitedly. She gently cupped my cock underneath and gave it a few quick soft strokes and said "That's good" before instructing me to sit down. With one hand on her hip, her robe still parted, and that damned finger pointing to my meal, she croaked, "Eat it!", at which point I swallowed my vitamin and juice and began what was a great breakfast. My rock-hard cock was leaking as it strained against the material, but I ate as was demanded of me and waited for a chance to escape and jerk off my aching cock. She got up from the table and I took leave to stroke myself in my room. I came very quickly and very much all over my chest. I cleaned myself and went to the living room hoping to avoid Aunt Mary. Mary was already there and instructed me to sit down with her finger pointing next to her. "You feel embarrassed about what happened, don't you?" I nodded, ashamed. "Its hard to control when you're so young and you see what you saw." I tried to hide my embarrassment at knowing she knew I had looked. "You saw something you liked. That's good, Benny. You did what you were told. That's good. Then you went and probably relieved yourself. That's very good! That's very good Benny because you waited to do what you were told before you went and masturbated. Right?" I nodded and felt more confident and maybe even less awkward. "You may find this hard to believe, Benny, but I think things are going to work out here for you. You keep up this behavior and things will be better than satisfactory for you. Now, let's talk about what you saw." I tensed up at the thought of discussing my Aunt's underwear with her, but also felt like we needed to 'talk' about it, at least. "I'm sorry" was all I could say. "You're sorry? You're really sorry? You're sorry you saw something that made you feel good?" she pressed for an answer. "Well, no.." "Oh, so you're NOT sorry, then?" she asked impatiently. "I guess...I don't know!" I almost yelled. The conversation left me feeling like I was being accused, and worse, I felt guilty. Any new-found confidence I had was slipping away quickly. "You looked at my cunt, and you liked it. You looked at my cunt, and you wanted it. You looked at my cunt, and it made you hard!!" she growled the list off quickly. "Yes!" I was nearly in tears. "Say it!! Say it!!!" she screamed, grabbing my ear and giving it a twist. "I looked at your cunt and I liked it! I looked at your cunt and I wanted it! I looked at your cunt and it made me hard!" I yelled, wincing in pain. "Show me!" she demanded, and I immediately stood up and pulled down my pants. My cock stood straight out and up. "That's good" Aunt Mary said, now quite calm. "Now just stand there for a while." I did as I was told, and Mary picked up a magazine and began to read. My cock bobbed and twitched all on its own, going through various stages of hardness, but basically staying erect. After about 25 minutes or so, it started to soften to a semi-erect state. At that point Aunt Mary commanded, almost angrily, "Get it up, boy! You get that thing hard!!" and almost instantaneously I became erect again. "That's good" Aunt Mary chirped, and rose to leave the room. She would walk around the house doing different chores, and I just stood there, my cock bobbing to a silent song, Every now and then when I would soften, Mary would yell out, "Get that thing up!", and then go about her business as usual. After four hours, she came back to her spot on the sofa. "That's good. That's very good, Benny. Your training is coming along nicely." I didn't get what she meant by 'training', but my confidence was coming back. The next morning I went through my usual breakfast routine, hard as a rock, and was reminded by Aunt Mary that I was to help Dr. Spalding next door. Uncle Pete looked at Mary quizzically, and Aunt Mary just sort of shrugged. "I'm going to fix her plumbing" I offered to Uncle Pete. He looked as if I had just told him I was going to fuck the cat. "Plumbing, Mary? He's going to fix her plumbing? Is that what you planned for him?" I didn't get the gist of the conversation, but I knew something was up. My cock was too hard to go anywhere, so I jerked off, cleaned up, and left to go over to her house. She answered the door before I had even knocked, and told me Aunt Mary called to tell her I was on my way. "Let me show you my plumbing problem!" she said almost in a whisper. She took my arm and escorted me to the kitchen where the cabinet under the sink lay open and the cabinet itself had been emptied. "It's wet down there. It's leaking. Can you fix my leak, Benny?" Dr. Spalding asked, almost in a throaty whisper. "Let me see, I have to go down there and check it out." I said, trying to sound professional. "By all means, go on down and check it out!" she almost cheered. I went under the sink on my back and after quickly examining the pipes, could not find a leak. "I don't see a leak, Dr. Spalding" I said loudly so as to be heard from below. "Are you sure? You better look closely this time" she warned softly. I glanced in her direction and saw what she meant. She had worn a shorter than average tennis skirt that from my angle was now revealing a nicely trimmed pussy that I'm sure was quite moist. Her finger pointed to her pussy and without hesitation I answered "Oh yes. Now I see it" and came out from under the sink. She softly said "MmmmHmmm you found it. That's good!" and immediately I began to get stiff. "You looked at my cunt, and you like it" she droned. "Yes," I began to pant, "I looked at your cunt, and I liked it!" My prick hardened quickly. "Say 'Yes, ma'am'!" she said a bit more forcefully. "Yes ma'am, I looked at your cunt and I liked it!" She continued with the chant, "You looked at my cunt and you want it!" she said in a darker voice than before. "Yes ma'am. I looked at your cunt and I want it!" I was so hard my pants were tenting four inches from my groin. "Benny, remove your clothes and go lay down on the living room floor-facing up" she coarsely instructed. I stripped off my clothes in front of her while she smiled on with approval. I walked to the living room and found a thin mattress waiting for me on the floor. At one end of the mattress were two very thick throw pillows. "Lay with your head between the two pillows" she said even more forcefully than before. I laid down as I was told and awaited my next instructions. I wondered if this would be another 'wait around and be hard' session like the day before. I would soon find out that this was not going to be the case. Aunt Mary and Dr. Spalding both walked in about three minutes later. Aunt Mary helped Dr. Spalding undress while shifting her eyes back and forth from my cock to my face. I was eyeing Dr. Spalding's cunt, and hoping that this session would yield me some relief in that direction. "Now, Benny, I think it's time we furthered your training. Everything that has happened to you at this point has been planned. Your aunt and I wanted to see if you could handle everything well. You have done remarkably well, I'm happy to say. We've been testing a new vitamin on you combined with some 'behavioral stimuli' you might say, and you-that is, your body- is doing very well. That's good" and again with those words my cock sprang up like a flagpole. The two women smiled. "Now we want to see what you can do with your body in this new state. Benny, you're going to service us in many different ways. I want you to remember that word-'service'-alright? When you hear that word, you'll know that what you're about to experience is what we are going to expect from you. Do you understand?" she said, softly and sweetly. "Yes ma'am" I said, staring at her cunt. With that she squatted over my face and slowly positioned herself with a knee on either pillow, and her pussy was only inches from my face. "Have you ever licked a vagina before, Benny?" "No ma'am" "O.K. I want you to service my vagina, Benny. I'm going to sit on your mouth, and I expect you to lick my vagina all over. But I also want you to pay special attention to this little button-like part right here" she said, exposing her clit. "That's my clitoris, and I want you to really lick and suck on that as I command you to. Got it?" Trained to Please Ch. 01 "Yes ma'am" was all I could say and all I wanted to say. "Alright, Benny. Service me!!" she commanded, pointing to her cunt exactly the way my aunt had pointed to everything else. Aunt Mary stood behind my head while she pointed to Dr. Spalding's vagina and repeated from days before "Are you just going to stare at it or are you going to eat it?" As if compelled by some invisible overpowering force, I did as I was told. I began licking her cunt lips, which appeared to puff out from within her outer folds. "Lick that cunt! Lick my fuckhole! SERVICE!!" she said so forcefully it startled me. I plunged my tongue into her pussy as she writhed upon my face. "Suck my cunt, boy! Lick it!" I lapped like a dog dying of thirst, sucking and licking with every command. Meanwhile my aunt came to my side to see the action. There she was in her robe with the bottom half slightly open, only this time she was nude, and her full dark bush stood out proudly from her mons. "You best get to sucking that cunt, boy!" cried Dr. Spalding, who seemed to have taken on a whole new personality. "Suck that clit. Suck it and lick it. Oooooooh. You know I'm gonna fuck your face until I'm satisfied, don't you?" "Yes ma'am" was all I could say, but it was muffled. "How is it, Shirley?" my aunt asked. In her usual soft voice the doctor replied "It's going very well. How is his penis? Is it erect?" "Mostly" my aunt reported. "His penis should be fully erect when he is in service mode, whether or not he uses it. His erection is a signal that he's fully committed to being instructed" she advised, sounding as if she was working in a clinic. "Benny, part of your training is about having a nice, erect penis for us to enjoy any time we command it. Understand?" she chirped as she rode my mouth. "Yes ma'am" I muttered, muffled. "That's good!" she exclaimed, and again my cock sprang to attention. Dr. Spalding grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face tightly into her cunt. Only later would I fully understand that all of these actions and commands were carefully designed to elicit non-voluntary responses from me. Aunt Mary caught my eye and pointed that pudgy finger towards her hairy mound. "Get it up, Boy!" she commanded, and my penis became completely hard, ready to be of 'service'. "Aunty is going to ride your penis for as long as it takes!" She removed her robe and exposed her pleasantly plump figure to me as I lapped at Dr. Spalding. I could see under the Dr.'s legs as my aunt lowered herself onto my cock. "Fuck your Aunty!" chimed my aunt as she began to bounce on my very hard 5 1/2" pole. "Yes ma'am!" I exclaimed, though muffled by cunt. "Suck that cunt! Lick my vagina, boy! Mmmm-yeah!" Dr. Spalding gasped and started to shudder, wiggling her very sopping cunt all over my mouth. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face tight into her groin, and she rubbed her wet cunt all over my mouth and nose. "Suck my cunt! SUCK IT!!" she screamed. I sucked her with all of my might, enclosing her entire vulva within my mouth, and plunged my tongue deep into her hole. She rocked and whipped her hips until she fell off to one side, panting and holding a hand to her chest. "That's good-VERY good!" she panted and collapsed exhausted next to me on the mattress. "Aunty isnt finished" Aunt Mary sang. "Aunty needs SERVICE! Fuck your Aunty good! Fuck it, boy! Pump that thing into my cunt like a good boy!" I bucked my hips underneath her and she cooed her approval. "Yeah, yeah, YESSSSSSSS. Fuck it. Make your Aunty cum, Benny!" I humped as best as I could under her plump frame, and she pumped my cock for all it was worth. "Aunty...Aunty...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna..." I was losing my mind in lust. "Keep it up!" she growled "You keep humping until I say you're done! Now, FUCK IT!!" I bucked upon her command and tried to hold my load, but could only do it for another two minutes or so. I was careful not to announce it when I came, and my aunt didn't seem to know the difference because her vagina was already very slick and warm. I was afraid my cock would soften before she was through, and I tried hard to stimulate my mind to keep it up. In my mind I replayed my aunt's words, "Get it up, boy!" and "You saw my cunt and you wanted it!" I felt the blood rush back to my cock, and I lifted my head to see the action. "Service your aunt" Dr. Spalding softly urged, and she pointed to my aunt's dark triangular patch as it swallowed my cock with each bounce. I had again become fully erect, and was also again ready to cum. My aunt was grinding her way to a massive orgasm, while Dr. Spalding half-whispered her instructions to both Mary and I with, "Oh, yes Mary! Ride his penis and make him fuck you! Make him service you like you want to be serviced!", and equally encouraging me, "Fuck your Aunty! Service her vagina, Benny! You're going to make your Aunty have an orgasm with your erect penis!" I again came before my aunt, but she immediately followed with a scream and then collapsed on top of me. I tried to pull out, but Mary, still panting and out of breath, told me to stay in and to hold her. I did as instructed and Aunt Mary held me down while she sort of rocked and slithered side-to-side on top of me. Dr. Spalding then leaned up and reached under Mary's ass to softly stroke my balls while Mary rocked. Dr. Spalding said "You did very well for your first performance, Benny. You responded to all of the cues you've been taught so far. I think we're ready to move on to other subjects. I'm very, very proud of you" she exclaimed. I was curious, "What other subjects? Is this like a school?" Dr. Spalding responded, "No, at least not like the kind you're used to. Benny, I mean you get to test out your skills and learn new commands from other women subjects; women who have been struggling with sexual satisfaction issues with their spouses. You will satisfy women with your mouth and your penis that don't get satisfaction from their husbands. Understand?" "Uh-huh," I nodded "I'm like a gigolo or something." "Something like that, I suppose" she continued, "but more like a slave, actually. You see, you're payment for your 'services' is the mental comfort that you satisfied your subject. If you don't satisfy, you won't be able to sleep, your body will have involuntary reactions to certain stimuli, and so on. But, if you do well, you'll feel good and confident and strong and masculine. You'll feel better than most men will ever be able to feel in their lives." Dr. Spalding went on, "Benny, you've been part of an experiment that's been ongoing at the university for eight years. My program has successfully trained over seven hundred boys and men to satisfy women all over the country. But you are special because you are mostly for Mary and I and a select few of our friends. When Mary told me you were coming I knew this was a golden opportunity for us and for you too!" she almost laughed. "Oh, this will be so much better than with Pete!" Mary just rocked on me and hummed a chuckle at this surprising statement. At that moment it occurred to me why Uncle Pete looked so worn and old. He had been the original plan for Dr. Spalding's and Aunt Mary's satisfaction, and obviously didn't live up to their expectations. I lay in bewilderment as Aunt Mary was still on top of me and I could feel myself become flushed as my anxiety level grew. I pulled out of Mary and rolled her to my side. "Does this mean that I'm not going to have my own life? Am I ever going to have freedom to do what I want?" I asked panicked. I felt like I wanted to run far, far away, but I also felt a sickening dread deep in my gut at the thought of doing so. "Hmmm. Someday you'll be free, Benny. But we're going to use you for a while yet. I'll make sure you get into the university and I'll get your fees waived-there are some perks in it for you. But, mostly you're here to service us. Oh yes, and Benny- from now on you'll address me as 'Mistress Shirley'. Got it?" "Yes ma'am" I answered almost in a daze. "It's 'yes, Mistress', Benny." "Yes Mistress" I obeyed. "That's good" said Mistress Shirley. My cock hardened, and the women smiled. Trained to Please Ch. 02 I laid on the floor of Shirley's living room, still worn from the session and still in disbelief that my immediate future had been planned by my new mistress and my aunt. I was now a sex slave and I was going to be used whenever, and however, they pleased to do so. Like it or not, my life would no longer be my own. I went back home sore and tired, and felt as if I had been through a training regimen for an Olympic sport. Uncle Pete asked how the job went, and Aunt Mary quickly said that I was almost finished, but that I needed to work on some more pipes before I would be finished. "Uh huh" Uncle Pete answered, as if he knew the real story. School started two weeks later, and I immediately sought out the party crowd for a much-needed mental escape. I slept O.K., and with the 'vitamins' and hearty meals I managed to keep Mistress Shirley and Aunt Mary happy as needed. But the thought of having no freedom wore heavily, and my old life of unsupervised partying and mayhem beckoned me. I found a group of hard-rocker types who readily took me in as one of their own, and I often smoked and drank during the after-hours of the school day. One Friday I was caught off-guard by Aunt Mary as I walked in the back door, stoned. "I've been waiting for you. Where have you been?" she queried. "Studying" I answered, but my mouth was dry and the word sounded like a four year old had said it. "What's wrong with you, boy? Have you been drinking?" She stared at me as if she was studying me. "Nothing," I answered "I was just studying!" "No, you've been up to something. And I'm going to find out what, you'd better believe it" she stated with a warning tone. I started to walk to my room when Aunt Mary grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back. "Your Uncle Pete left town for a few days," she started, pulling my hair tight in her fist "and I'm feeling needy. Aunty needs some service!" My cock hardened and I started to kneel in front of her, despite the dizzy feeling I had from the pot and the beer. "Not yet!" she commanded. "Take your clothes off and then put them in your room and meet me in the living room." She released my hair and I started to walk to my room. "Wait! What's wrong with your ears? I said to take off your clothes and then go to your room!" She was right, and it was then I realized how stoned I really was, and had inadvertently chuckled. The crack from her hand on my cheek echoed in my head, and the sting from her wrenching my ear with her chubby fingers caused my prick to shrink quickly. "Something funny?" "Jesus fuck!" I cried out. Mary shot out a loud "Ah!" and continued "Oh yeah! You're gonna fuck alright...right after you eat a little cunt, boy! Now take those clothes off NOW!!! SERVICE!!!" she shouted, and my dick again hardened as if it had its own mind. I took off my clothes quickly and Mary removed her cooking apron, which as it turned out, was all she was wearing. She instructed me to kneel, and I realized then that I had only fucked my aunt, but had never gone down on her up to that point. She sat in a kitchen chair and spread her legs exposing her furry mound and moist, parted labia. With a chubby curled finger, she motioned me to come to her, and I knee-walked slowly toward her open legs. My cock was extremely hard, and I figured that the dope and booze had influenced my physical reaction. Indeed, Aunt Mary looked pretty damn good right then and there. Silently I began my tongue's assault on her slit as she gently held the back of my head. She was already aroused, and her ass slid forward in the chair to meet my mouth more readily. "Hey, boy. Don't be so anxious to get the clit. Work your tongue all the way around my lips and move it slowly up and down" she directed calmly. I did as instructed and my aunt was visibly pleased as she raised her cunt involuntarily to my tongue strokes. My only other cunt-licking had been on Mistress Shirley, which was different in that it involved more direct contact on the clit and lips. "Lick me between my pussy and my asshole. Make me think you're going to lick my ass and then move your tongue back to my pussy. You think you can handle that, pothead?" I had been busted, and my mind began to wander as I wondered what my punishment would be. Surely this very erotic session couldn't be my punishment. This was too good, for sure. "UmmmHmmm" I moaned as I licked my aunt's very sweet cunt as directed. I had developed a taste for pussy over the last couple of weeks, and my aunt's musky vagina made it all the more appetizing. "Oh. Nephew likes Aunty's pussy, hmmmm? Well you WILL eat a lot of pussy this weekend. You'll service Aunty quite a few times over the next few days." "Mmmmm. Yes, Aunty. I will service you as much as you want!" I said as I looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure from the session, and she pulled my face back into her bush, where I eagerly darted my tongue into her hole. Her voice was much softer when she again instructed me. "Don't flick your tongue like that. This isn't some pornographic movie. This is a real vagina you're licking. Women like it when you use a nice soft tongue on all of our soft spots. Do what I told you to do before, and then very gently give my clit a gentle lick. Eating pussy is all about the tease. Its all about making a woman think you might not let her come. Never mind what Shirley has taught you." I again had my tongue travel around the folds of her delicious twat and between her ass and her pussy. Her breathing began to quicken and her hips raised and fell as I lapped at her. It felt natural to alternate kisses and licks, and Mary cooed that it "...was very good!" as I continued for both of our pleasures. My dick was painfully hard, but I was in no hurry to fuck or to come. "Benny! Lick my clit more now, but do it with the back of your tongue, and have the tip of your tongue scoop between my pussy lips. That will make a wave motion on my clit. Do it!" I obliged her even though I dreaded the end. I wanted to lick her for much, much longer, and I didn't want to face punishment for being high. She began to pant and then she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in tight. It was everything I could do to not scrape her mons with my teeth, but managed to avoid doing so while she came in waves that mirrored the action of my tongue. Her come flooded my tongue and I swallowed it willingly. I began to ejaculate without any touch, and for several seconds was in absolute and complete ecstasy as I shot hot come on my own belly and onto the floor. "That's good, Benny! You did very, very well for Aunty!" she exclaimed as she leaned partly out of the chair, spent, limp, and out of breath. "I think its time for you to come to my room, finally." I wanted to tell her how great it just was and how close I felt to her, but my curiosity of her room got to me and my mind wandered as to what would be in store. "Can I see it tonight?" I asked, hoping for a 'yes'. "Yes and you'll sleep with me there all weekend" came her reply. Her feet rubbed the sticky droplets left from my ejaculation and she instructed me to clean up the mess and to meet her upstairs. I did so quickly, and after putting my clothes in the hamper, walked partially erect up the stairs to her boudoir. There was really nothing special that I could see, at first. The lighting was indirect, and came from sources around the floor area. Her bed was the largest I ever saw, and was perhaps the size of two king-size beds together. From the walls and ceiling hung various contraptions and cables, and one could get the impression that this was a very elaborate set-up for someone who had little mobility. Cables attached to other cables which attached to rings which attached to straps. At the corners of Mary's bed were metal posts with rings that had been welded to them, and attached to some of the rings were cuff-like restraints on chains. Across from the foot of Mary's bed was a dressing table, and neatly laid out on top were various contraptions; some of which looked like sex toys, and some of which looked like power tools. It was a lot for a stoned teenager to take in at once. Mary curled her finger and motioned me to her. She grabbed my cock and said in a mocking tone, "I'm going to give him his, too" and then grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me onto the bed, faced down. She slid a strap under my belly and another one under my chest and then under my arms and behind my back. Both of my wrists were then shackled and so too were my ankles. She then took an elastic headband type of device and put it around my head and strapped it on under my jaw. Aunt Mary then moved to the side of the bed opposite me and pulled a trapeze like lever with little levers on that which had been hanging from above. In a matter of seconds I found myself floating above the bed about a foot or so, and was being glided towards Mary. As I moved towards her, my hands were pulled down to my sides by the shackles. I was at her mercy completely, but at the same time was actually very comfortable. Mary slid underneath me and positioned my face above hers. With the lever controls in her free hand, she tweaked and twisted me until my body was just fractions of an inch above hers, our torsos aligned. She began to kiss me and she shoved her tongue into my mouth as she grabbed the small of my back and pulled me toward her. Kissing was my territory, and I responded like a pro and received favorable moans of delight from her as I kissed her. "You taste like pussy" she said between her pants of lust. "I taste like Aunty's pussy" I said and then immediately shoved my tongue back into her wanting mouth. "Aunty's gonna fuck you now!" she screamed and she pulled the levers again to make me even closer than before. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her with an animal-like grunt. She wrapped her legs around me and then grabbed the lever bar. My body was shoved way forward, and I felt my prick go as far as it could into her vagina. She climaxed and then started to swing and twist the lever bar, forcing my body to buck while my prick was still inside of her, yet my body was delightfully afloat and relaxed. Her hips raised, lowered, and twisted to grind me into her as I floated and rammed into her. She again let go of the bar and grabbed my ass to ride out another loud orgasm on my cock. It was wonderful to be used for sex by this chubby woman. As I floated above her I wondered if this was a life I could get used to; a sex slave for a couple of older, lonely women who appreciated what I was doing for them. I wanted to hug Aunt Mary and hold her so I could have my own orgasm. "Aunt Mary, let me hold you so I can come. I want to hold you tight while I fuck you." "Nope. Can't do it, Benny. I can't let you come just yet because Shirley's been waiting for a few days to get laid. She'll be here in a few minutes, don't worry!" Aunt Mary slid out from beneath me after she cranked me up a few inches above her. She stood and walked to the dressing table where she took a device with straps and tied it around her waist and snapped it around her legs. In the front a large penis was attached, and Mary stroked it in front of me as she saw my eyes widen in disbelief. "Aunty, you're not going to fuck me with that, are you?" I asked in a shaky voice. Aunt Mary just stared at me while she stroked the pinkish-tan phallus as I stared. She moved to my front and then crawled up onto the bed and then stood on her knees, the dick only inches from my face. "Suck Aunty's big dick, Benny! If you want to get stoned then you have to pay the price!" she growled. The thought of it made me ill, but there was absolutely nothing I could do to avoid it. "Service Aunty's cock goddammit!" she again commanded and I opened my mouth to take the dick. There was nothing gentle about how Mary fucked my face, and I frequently choked on the toy as she rammed it into my throat. She plopped it out of my mouth and chuckled when she said "That should be slick enough!" Mary got off of the bed and then moved to my backside. As my body moved backwards from the pull of the levers, my legs were forced apart as the chains on my legs began to retract into the metal poles at the corners of the bed. I had trouble keeping my cool and actually attempted to break out of the straps and chains, but it was useless. Aunt Mary then spread my cheeks and did something to my anus to make it wet. I couldn't be sure, but it felt like she was licking my asshole and the feeling was quite pleasurable. I actually gasped with pleasure, and Aunt Mary stopped what she was doing and said "You like that, huh bitch?" Before I could respond, Mistress Shirley walked into the room and said almost in a whisper, "Benny likes being used for sex. Benny likes making us happy. Benny likes whatever we like! Benny-repeat what I just said!" "I like being used for sex. I like making you happy, and I like whatever you like" I answered obediently. "That's good!" chirped Shirley in a happy voice and then immediately slapped my ass. "Mary, is this boy ready for the fuck of his life?" "Yes Shirley he's ready. He wants to come real bad, too. He was practically begging me to let him!" she bragged. "Not yet!" Shirley sang out as she winked at me. "Mistress Shirley needs a nice hard penis inside of her for a bit, and so does poor little Benny!" she continued. " Mistress please don't let Aunt Mary put that in my ass! Please! Its going to hurt, I know it!!" I knew I was begging but was desperate not to get butt-fucked. "I'll do anything you want! Please!" "You'll do anything I want anyway, young man!" she said dismissfully. "Mary, prop him up a bit so I can get it from the front sitting up." My body was maneuvered to a semi-upright position with my knees only an inch or so above the mattress. My torso was leaning forward slightly, but my hands were still pinned to my sides as the straps around my chest and beneath my arms held me dutifully ready. Shirley undressed and walked around the bed to my front and crawled onto the bed and towards me. She kneeled in front of me, and leaned back on her ankles as she positioned her cunt open in front of my prick. "You get that penis hard for me, Benny!" she scolded. "Mistress wants to be serviced by you now!" she said in a loud, warning tone. My cock filled with blood and stood out pointing slightly upward." That's good!" came the familiar praise and my cock hardened even more. "Mary, now angle him down and crank him on in! Benny wants to please his Mistress!" My body was again torqued to meet the angle of Mistress Shirley's own body, and with tiny lurches forward, was maneuvered into her slick, waiting vagina. My own parted thighs caused Shirley's to open wider than before, and she pulled me into her and let out a gasp that signaled she was pleased. I too, was pleased at the thought of making Mistress happy, and masculine pride welled through my body as she rode my pole. Pride soon turned to fear as I then felt Aunt Mary move into place behind me, and she slid the moistened dildo up and down the crack of my ass as if to warn me of her intentions. It wasn't complete pain as the dick went into my ass, but rather general discomfort, as Mary took her time sliding it into me. I didn't want to lose my train of thought for Mistress Shirley, and I concentrated on keeping hard for the steady and slow hump of her pussy on my prick. But as the moments passed, the discomfort turned to something much more pleasurable than I had ever felt before. Deep from inside of me came the feeling that I was going to lose complete control of my impending orgasm, and that it was quite possible that the chains and straps that bound me would snap as my body undoubtedly would convulse in ecstasy. "Ohhhhh, Mary! Let's fuck this young man and show him the true meaning of pleasure! Oooooh, yeah. Yessssssss. He's fucking and he's getting fucked. He likes it a LOT!! Those hips are humping like a good boy who likes to fuck and be fucked!" The combination of Mistress Shirley's dirty talk, her wet twat, and the dick in my ass was an overwhelmingly powerful force. I was in another world entirely that I never wanted to leave again. I felt that the booze and the pot had left my system, and felt that no high could ever equal was what happening to me at that moment. Mistress had an intense climax and then slid off of my pole to witness the flood about to erupt from the head of my prick. She began to hand-stroke me with an extra little twist that tickled my already sensitive glans beneath my cock-head. "Fuck him, Mary! He wants to come for Mistress Shirley now!" she commanded. I came for what seemed like minutes, with every contraction of my prostate meeting Mary's pumping of the fake dick into my ass. I felt that I had ejaculated a gallon of sperm, but was very surprised to see what was probably only a tablespoon or so of cum on Mistress Shirley's black curly pubes and her belly. "Did Benny already cum today?" she asked in an angry tone. I didn't know if she was asking me or Mary, so I didn't respond. "I'm talking to you, Benny! Did you already cum today?" "Yes ma'am...I mean, yes Mistress. I was giving Aunt Mary service in the kitchen and I came. I didn't even have to touch myself and I just came all over the floor" I stammered and stuttered and hoped she would not be angry. "And WHAT exactly were you doing on the floor to get cum on it?" she angrily continued. I was hoping Aunt Mary would chime in, but she had quietly slipped out of my ass and was putting away the toys. "I was servicing her, Mistress. I was on my knees, licking her vagina, like you...like she showed me how to. It felt really good and I came and I'm sorry!" I felt my manhood shrivel before my angry mistress, literally and figuratively. Shirley looked at Mary with a glare that would scare any sane person. She turned back to me and asked "What do you mean she showed you how to lick a vagina? I showed you how to lick a vagina and that's the way you will perform when I command you to. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress I understand" I replied. "And, you are NOT allowed to cum Benny until I say that it's O.K to do so. Do you understand THAT?" she growled. "Yes, Mistress" was all I could safely say. "That's good. Now show me what your Aunty showed you, and I'll retrain you as you go along. Start by licking up the mess you made on me" she commanded. "Mary, cut him loose so he can show me how you've ruined him." I was turned loose and I positioned myself between Mistress's legs. I licked my cum from her pubic hair mound and off of her stomach just above her hair. It was a bit salty to the taste, but not that disagreeable and so I swallowed it as I licked. Mistress positioned herself propped on some pillows and spread her legs so I would have uninterrupted access to her pussy. I remembered the motions precisely, and Shirley responded much in the same manner that Aunt Mary had earlier that evening. "Oh, that is very, very nice, Benny!" she cooed as I teased her pussy. My arms wrapped around her thighs and I locked her cunt onto my mouth as I serviced her most sensitive parts; the space between her ass and cunt was particularly sensitive, but I would occasionally roll my tongue across her clit to let her know I hadn't forgotten it. Mistress began to breathe quicker, and her hips would rise as my tongue traveled down her labia on the way to her ass. "Eat me, Benny! Please! Suck my pussy!" she panted. But I wouldn't suck her like she wanted. Aunt Mary told me the tease was important, and it was Mistress's own command that I showed her what Aunt Mary had taught me. I continued with great pleasure, and I was again hard and loving each and every lap at Shirley's tasty vagina. Every now and then she would let out a whimper between her quick breaths.