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Orgasm Club - Boy’s Clubhouse #1

‘Grocery Boy’s Helping Hand’

by Omega Prime

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(D/s, Mast, Exhib cons - F/m, Ff/m)

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Todd Mathews was mondo bored. In a major way. He’d taken this job as a stockboy at the local grocery store to pick up some extra spending money, but he hadn’t counted on the monotony of the menial job to drive him nuts. Stacking endless towers of cereal boxes, wielding a price gun on cases and cases of canned products, scampering like mad to find the price on detergent while an angry customer waited; none of these held any interest for the sixteen year old sophomore.

He would much rather have been at home playing with his Nintendo, or surfing the web, or reading a book, or even doing homework for god’s sake! Anything but this! Not that his folks had given him any choice in the matter. ‘You’re going to need the money for college.’ was the mantra they threw at him constantly. Well, he knew they weren’t exactly rich. His Dad was a Postal clerk and his Mom worked at the mall. Barring a win in the lottery or other such windfall, Todd knew that paying for his schooling would be a major strain on his parent’s budget. He hoped to win a scholarship to help out, but knew he couldn’t count on that. So, here he was on a Friday night stacking oranges.

Not that Todd would have been out with friends having a wild time even if he hadn’t been at work. Oh, he would have liked to, but Todd wasn’t the darling of the ‘in-crowd’ at school. A late bloomer who only recently gone through puberty, Todd was ill-at-ease with his classmates. He just didn’t fit in and poor coordination had always ruled out participating in any school sports. He did play trumpet in the school band, but that hurt his image more than it helped.

Todd’s looks didn’t exactly help him out either. He was scrawny and short, only 5’4" tall. He had buck-teeth which his parents just couldn’t afford to fix and thick glasses to correct far-sightedness. He looked several years younger than his true age, which was the real kiss-of-death at school. The most charitable description he’d heard applied to him had been ‘cute’. And that was by his grandmother! The kids at school had other descriptions; ‘geek’, ‘nerd’ and ‘dweeb’ were a few of the kinder ones. It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t six foot tall and muscular, but he paid the price anyway. So here he was, stuck here on a Friday night sorting produce. Lucky for him, there was only a few minutes left before nine o’clock, when he went home.

"Todd honey, could you come over here and give me a hand?" a dulcet female voice called.

Todd looked up with enthusiasm, glad to have any distraction from his boring task, but especially glad to have this one. It was Arnie’s mother, Mrs. Westbrook, one of the sexist ladies Todd knew. As usual, the stunning redhead was exquisitely dressed in a black cashmere sweater, black miniskirt and heels. Mrs. Westbrook was one of the few moms Todd knew that could get away with an outfit like that. Tall as a fashion model, her slim figure, firm upthrust breasts, long legs and milky white skin meant that she could successfully wear outfits other women her age could only dream about. ‘I mean, she must be at least thirty-five!’ Todd thought in amazement, ‘positively ancient!’

She was bent over now, straining to heft a huge watermelon into her shopping cart. Todd was treated with a great view of her trim butt wiggling from side to side as she struggled with the large fruit. She turned her head towards Todd, flame red hair falling to the side of her classically beautiful features. Green eyes viewed Todd with a combination of amusement and exasperation.

"Todd, when you’re finished admiring the view, you might think about giving me a hand over here!" the redhead teased warmly. That remark was classic Angela Westbrook. She knew she looked gorgeous. Angela was completely with at ease with her own sexuality and didn’t care who knew it. Even a sixteen year friend of her son.

Unfortunately for young Todd, he was not quite so sophisticated. He felt himself flushing hotly, embarrassed she had caught him staring at her butt. ‘Thank god for the long apron he had to wear on the job.’ Todd thought candidly. If it weren’t for the shield offered by the apron, Todd knew Mrs. Westbrook would have been treated to a far more obvious sign of his appreciation.

Not wanting to embarrass himself further, Todd hastened over to help Mrs. Westbrook, grabbing one end of the enormous fruit while she grabbed the other. Together, they were able to wrestle it into her shopping cart. Their mutual exertions brought Todd face to face with her thrusting breasts under her fuzzy sweater. Todd quickly tore his eyes away, not wanting to be caught staring twice.

Deep green eyes twinkled down at Todd. "Thank you young man! I don’t know how I’d ever have been able to manage that myself. I owe you one!"

Todd mumbled something self-depreciating, telling her it was all part of his job.

"Nonsense Todd!! A favor’s a favor." she decreed. "By the way, when are we ever going to see you over at our house again? I’m sure Arnie would love for you to come over and spend some time."

Arnold Westbrook was one of the few friends Todd had, so Mrs. Westbrook’s invitation shouldn’t have been that unusual But it was. In all the time Todd had known Arnie, he had only been to his friend’s house a handful of times. Not that Todd didn’t want to spend time with his friend. It was Arnie who seemed strangely reticent about having visitors at his home. Hanging out at the mall, library or other after-school haunts was fine, but Arnie always had some lame excuse on why he shouldn’t come over.

"Sure Mrs. Westbrook." he mumbled noncommittally. He wouldn’t mind seeing his friend, but he was equally sure Arnie would find a way to weasel out of it before the occasion occurred. "I’ve got to get back to unloading that crate if I want to get off work on time tonight."

"Okay Todd." she replied, turning to walk back to her cart. Turning her head over her shoulder, she asked Todd, "How much longer do you have to go anyway?"

"Oh, only fifteen minutes more. Probably less now." Todd answered.

"Oh, well, good-bye now." the redhead told him cheerily.

"Take it easy Mrs. Westbrook." Todd replied, watching the gentle swaying of the black miniskirt as she pushed her cart towards the meat department. ‘Mother of his friend or not, she was hot.’ Todd thought to himself. He’d have to make a point of looking up some of his old Playboy’s he had hidden away. He was sure there were at least a couple of issues which featured redheads.

Fifteen minutes later, Todd had finished and was in the back getting ready to go home. He took off the apron and slipped on the huge windbreaker he’d gotten as a gift last Xmas. A hand-me-down from his father, it didn’t really come close to fitting him, the cloth pockets all had holes in them and it came down past his butt. Still, it was better than nothing and it would provide at least some protection from the crisp November air while he waited on his ride.

"Stockboy to register six. Stockboy to register six. Customer needs assistance." the speaker blared!

Oh shit, that was him. It wasn’t fair, he was supposed to be off! He’d been here a whole four hours; hadn’t they heard of child labor laws? Todd briefly debated whether he could ignore the mechanical summons. He might be able to sneak out the back, but he still had to wait on his ride. Well he’d do it, but he’d be damned if he was getting changed again. If they bitched at him, he’d just point out he was off the clock anyway.

Pleased at himself for his gesture of defiance, he made his way forward to register six and the old battle-axe that ran the late shift, old Mrs. McGillis.

To his surprise, Mrs. Westbrook was standing by the register with the old hag. Mrs. Westbrook smiled at him as he approached while Mrs. McGillis just looked at him sourly. Of course, she looked at everyone that way, so Todd didn’t take it personally.

"Please help this customer load her groceries into her car." Mrs. McGillis ordered Todd in a crabby voice.

Todd looked pointedly at his wrist, although he wasn’t wearing a watch.

Mrs. McGillis got the hint. "I know your off duty, but your mother called. Her shop is undergoing a surprise audit and she couldn’t get you. Suggested you ought to call your Dad for a ride." the battle-axe explained.

Oh great! Friday night meant his old man was holed up in one of the local bars. He’d spend an hour calling around trying to find him.

The old lady went on in triumph, "Since you’re stuck here anyway, I figured the least you could do is help Mrs. Westbrook out instead of hanging around here all night bothering the customers." she complained. It was a not so subtle hint to leave the store anyway. ‘And go where?’, he wondered.

"Todd, why don’t you come home with me." Mrs. Westbrook volunteered helpfully. "We were just talking how it had been ages since you’d been over to see Arnie. He’s not back from the library yet but he should be home soon. You can call your folks from my house."

Well, it certainly would be better than waiting around in the cold or calling around to bars trying to find his old man. He hoped Arnie wouldn’t mind. "Okay Mrs. Westbrook. I guess it’s better than standing around in the cold."

"Do you need to get anything before we leave?" Mrs. Westbrook asked.

"Nah, I’m ready to go now." he replied.

"Good!" she smiled at him. With a saucy flip of her miniskirt, she wheeled her grocery cart away from the cash register towards the parking lot. He hurried to catch up. The cold wind hit like a hammer as they left the store. Winter was in the air.

Angela Westbrook’s long legs ate up the ground in rapid strides as she pushed the wobbly cart towards her car. She didn’t have a coat to cover her chic outfit, so Todd guessed she had to be freezing her butt off. He scurried to keep up. She halted in front of a tan station wagon, popping the rear to unload the groceries. Todd knew whose job this was and dutifully began transferring sacks of food from the cart to the waiting trunk. He even managed to put the large watermelon into the trunk all by himself.

"That’s twice tonight that you’ve given me a hand." the stunning redhead smiled at him. "I’m definitely going to have to return the favor now."

"That’s okay, Mrs. Westbrook. You’re giving me a ride. That’s enough." he told her modestly.

"Nope, that’s just not enough." the redhead retorted. "We’re just going to have to think of something else. You just think of something you want more than anything else in the whole world and we’ll see what we can do!"

Todd felt his cock give an alarming lurch inside of his faded jeans. He had a sudden forbidden image of this gorgeous redhead on her knees in the parking lot, red lips parted moistly to receive his teenage cock. Todd shook his head hard. Looking at Mrs. Westbrook was no help. The cold had brought her nipples up to two hard points which poked out at him through her dark sweater. Shit! He had major wood now!! He hoped she wouldn’t notice. As casual as she was, she’d probably take it in stride, but the embarrassment would slay him!

"Well Todd..." she pouted, "Have you thought of anything yet?"

Again the taboo image. This time of her soft wet tongue circling slowly around his throbbing cockhead.

"Todd??" she asked. "Earth to Todd... Come in please!" Mrs. Westbrook prodded him with an little smile.

Todd started and looked up to find sparkling green eyes twinkling down on him with amusement. She could not know what he had been thinking! He’d die! He spoke up hurriedly, "I’m sorry Mrs. Westbrook, I was daydreaming for a moment. Could we get in the car please? It’s getting a little chilly out here."

Mrs. Westbrook looked Todd up and down for a brief moment. She seemed to know he was trying to change the subject, but didn’t pursue it. She unlocked the car doors so they could get into the station wagon.

Once inside the car, Todd unobtrusively adjusted himself. His huge windbreaker covered up the obvious bulge in his jeans, but he needed to get rid of the hard-on before the jacket came off at her house. Mrs. Westbrook just made matters worse. Her short black mini-skirt had ridden up her long legs as she worked the pedals to back the car out. He could see her thigh muscles ripple through silken hose. He closed his eyes. This wasn’t going to work. There was no way he was getting rid of this boner with this sexy lady so close. He squirmed around some more.

"For goodness sakes Todd, you’re certainly antsy tonight." Mrs. Westbrook remarked, signaling a right turn and slowly easing out into traffic. "You don’t need to stop at the little boy’s room, do you?"

Todd almost told her he was fine, but instead paused to think. He had to get rid of this hard-on before they got to the Westbrook house and it clearly wasn’t going away on its own. But if he pretended he needed to go, he could quickly ‘solve’ his problem. He’d used this trick before in school to get rid of an inconvenient hard-on.

He spoke up, "I’m sorry Mrs. Westbrook, but I really do need to go. Could we stop at a gas station or something?"

"Can it wait until we get home?" she asked.

"I don’t think so. I’m sorry." he added lamely.

"It’s okay. I see a service station up ahead. We’ll stop in there to let you drain your lizard, so to speak." she said, grinning at him companionably.

Todd flushed at her candid reference, looking away as they pulled into the station. As soon as they idled to a stop, he had the door open. He told Mrs. Westbrook, "I may be a couple of minutes. Sometimes it takes a little time to relax in a new place, you know?"

"I understand Todd. Take your time, I need to get some gas anyway." she replied.

"Thanks!" he told her as he gave one last sidelong leer at her exposed thighs in the short mini-skirt. Then he was out of the station wagon and headed towards the rest room around the side of the building. He opened the door and went in.

The men’s room was as dingy as he expected. The walls and obligatory condom dispenser were stained with obscene graffiti and the only toilet in the restroom was clogged. It was a good thing he really didn’t need to go. He didn’t see a urinal, but there was always the sink. ‘I can’t trash this place any worse than it already is.’ Todd thought.

Todd threw his windbreaker over the top of the stall. Knowing he didn’t have all night, Todd unzipped his faded denims and hauled his erect penis out of his briefs into the air where it bobbed eagerly in anticipation. After a moments thought, he carefully freed his testicles as well, taking care not to get caught in the zipper. ‘Man, these are full!’ Todd thought as he weighed the tender sac in his palm.

Todd moved to stand near the mirror. He always got a kick beating off in semi-public places where there was at least a remote chance of discovery. Not that he wanted to get caught. It was the thrill of the forbidden which attracted him, not any desire to endure the humiliation of discovery. Doing it in the gas station men’s room while a sexy redhead waited impatiently outside certainly qualified. He wondered if his cum would hit the mirror when he shot off.

Todd looked down at his wobbling organ. His dick was slightly crooked, even when he was hard. While the shaft was fairly thin, his glans was large with a protruding ridge. From everything he’d read, Todd thought he had a pretty big one for his age, stretching out seven inches when fully erect. Like now, for instance.

He was wasting time. He needed to finish up and get back before Mrs. Westbrook got suspicious. He didn’t have any lube, but didn’t think he had time to use soap from the dispenser. He took his hard-on in a firm right-handed grip and started jerking furiously away. He closed his eyes and pictured Angela Westbrook’s impossibly long legs, this time wrapped around his torso while he pumped away madly into her tight pussy. He felt the waves of pleasure build as he pounded away on his erection. His nuts began to crinkle up. It wouldn’t be long now. Pre-cum was leaking from his swollen glans. Almost there, one minute more...

Then he froze in pure terror. He distinctly heard the sound of a key in the lock. He prayed with all of might that someone was using the restroom next door, but felt his Adam’s Apple drop through his stomach when he saw the doorknob slowly turn in the mirror. As the door swung open, he stared in horror through the mirror right into Mrs. Westbrook’s wide eyes. There was no way he could conceal what he had been doing. Discovery had happened too fast. He thought frantically, trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t seem inane, but he drew a blank.

"Todd," Mrs. Westbrook said sympathetically as she stepped into the restroom and shut the door, "there’s no need to be ashamed. Masturbation is a perfectly normal thing for a boy your age. You do need to be a little more discreet about it, though. Why did you pick the lady’s room of all places?"

If Todd had been mortified before, that was nothing compared to how he felt now. He’d picked the wrong restroom! He just wanted to curl up and die. "Ladies r..room?" he croaked out. He stared at Mrs. Westbrook in misery. She’d tell his parents and he’d be grounded until he was sixty!

"Fraid so. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you got the bathrooms mixed up, but you didn’t have to stand here and do this yourself." she told the embarrassed teenager.

Here it was. This was when he’d get the lecture about being a pervert and not fit for human company. He’d be lucky if she didn’t turn him over to the police for public indecency. He’d never been to jail before and wasn’t looking forward to the experience. He tried to cover his still throbbing penis with his hands.

Mrs. Westbrook moved up right behind Todd. "I wish I’d known about your problem earlier. I could have saved both us a considerable amount of embarrassment. Still, it’s water under the bridge. Look Todd," she told him kindly, "You gave me a hand twice tonight. It looks like it’s time for me to return the favor." she told him, staring right into his hazel eyes.

Todd stared back in unabashed astonishment as he felt his jaw drop open. She couldn’t have said what he’d thought she’d said. He was certain he’d misunderstood. This gorgeous redhead couldn’t really have just offered to beat him off.

Mrs. Westbrook gently took his right hand in hers and pulled it away from his shiny erection. He tried to cover up his dick with his left hand, but she pulled that one away as well. "I see we’re going to have to do something with these hands. Todd, I told you I’d give you a hand and I meant it! But I can’t do this justice if you keep constantly interfering." As she spoke, the redhead was loosening Todd’s stretch belt.

She made a circle of his belt and slid his left hand into the resulting loop. She repeated the process on the other side with his right hand. Then, she cinched the cloth belt tightly closed, fastening the metal hook carefully. This imprisoned Todd’s hands tightly at his sides, exposing his thrusting erection to whatever she had in mind.

"You...Y...You’re really going to h..help me out?" Todd managed to stutter out uncertainly.

"Of course I am honey. You just don’t know what it is you need, that’s all. Now that we’ve kept your hands from interfering, I can guarantee you the experience of a lifetime!" she assured the bound teenager.

She stared into Todd’s wide eyes thru the dingy mirror as her slim white fingers reached out to coolly encircle his straining erection. His cock leapt at her touch, swelling even larger as practiced female fingers took firm control of his erection and began to slowly milk the taunt foreskin back and forth. Todd squirmed from foot to foot as the sexy redhead ever so slowly stroked his hard cock. The pace was much slower than he usually preferred, but he was in no position to complain. He still couldn’t believe she was beating him off here in a public restroom. This was the stuff wet dreams were made of!

"Tell me Todd, was this what you were imagining when I offered you a helping hand earlier tonight?" she whispered huskily, tickling his hanging balls with her fingernails.

"N..never Mrs. Westbrook! I...I never dre..eeeamed we would be doing this!" Todd began to hump her palm, hinting broadly with his hips for her to speed up the pace. When the redhead ignored him completely, he spoke up beseechingly, "Maybe just a little faster though please."

"Faster?" she teased, never varying her slow even strokes on Todd’s turgid penis. "If I go faster, it’ll all be over that much sooner. I promised you the experience of a lifetime young man, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get!" she told Todd, emphasizing her words by squeezing hard just underneath Todd’s engorged glans, sending shock waves of pleasure up and down his spine. "You just let me set the pace and tell me when you’re getting close."

In spite, or perhaps because of, the infuriatingly slow tempo of her masturbation, Todd soon felt the semen began to gather up in his balls in preparation for a major cum shot. He was breathing heavily now and his glasses were all fogged up. It was obvious to both of them that he was close, very close, to orgasm. Todd bounced up and down on his toes, trying in vain to increase the sensations enough to be able to cum, but Mrs. Westbrook continued to frustrate him. With his hands secured to his sides, Todd could do little to help or hinder her erotic endeavors. He had no choice but to stand there and take it as she pumped him ever-so-slowly towards oblivion. Within moments, he felt his glans swell up and his scrotum tighten in preparation for an earth-shattering orgasm.

Just when Todd thought he couldn’t last another second without shooting ropy strings of cum right thru the dingy mirror, Mrs. Westbrook stopped! Cold! Left right on the edge and hanging, Todd turned pleading hazel eyes towards her. "M..Mrs Westbrook, why did you stop? I was almost there!!" he complained in disbelief. His abandoned boner still thrust stiffly into the air, a dewy bead of precum hanging forlornly at the tip.

"Todd!" she exclaimed sternly, "I told you I know what’s best for young boys like you. I’ve got two of my own you know."

Todd stared at her in bewildered amazement. She couldn’t mean what he thought she did, could she?

She grabbed Todd’s windbreaker from the top of the stall and put it over Todd’s thin shoulders. The long nylon jacket fell down just far enough to cover his exposed cock and balls, still hanging out of his jeans. He squirmed a little in discomfort as the slick material rubbed against his ultra-sensitive cockhead which bulged the coat out.

"We’d better take this game somewhere just a little more private don’t you think?" Mrs. Westbrook teased the young boy. "You wouldn’t want to get caught twice in one night would you?" she giggled merrily.

Todd reply came out as a straggled gasp as she reached into the coat thru the torn pocket and grasped his teenage cock in a no-nonsense grip. She didn’t stroke him, she just used his cock to steer him towards the door. Todd was both unbelievably humiliated and unbearably aroused at the same time. He’d heard of being led around by your cock, but he’d never expected to experience it literally, and in public no less!

His stiff cock absolutely throbbed with arousal as Mrs. Westbrook led Todd outside, towing him by his stiff hard-on. Todd’s eyes were round marbles staring around at people getting gas and milling around the convenience store. It seemed to Todd that the gas station was absolutely packed, although there weren’t more than five or six people getting gas. He was terrified he would cum just from Mrs. Westbrook’s firm grip and the sliding of the nylon over his aching cockhead. He just knew his semen would stain the jacket and splash down on the ground where everyone could see. He’d just die of embarrassment.

As Todd was towed slowly along towards the car, they passed a couple of college girls, a svelte redhead and a California blond, dressed in skintight denims heading towards the cashier. Unbelievably, Mrs. Westbrook stopped right by the girls.

Todd couldn’t believe his ears when he heard Mrs. Westbrook ask; "Excuse me, but could you help us with directions to I-75? We seem to be lost." Angela chose that moment to begin squeezing his cock, right underneath the sensitive glans. Todd successfully fought back the impulse to thrust up on his toes but wasn’t able restrain the inevitable gasp.

Now all three women were looking at him and he had to say something quickly. If either girl looked down for even a second, they’d see Mrs. Westbrook’s hand inside his windbreaker, even in the dim lighting.

"Todd?" Mrs. Westbrook prodded him kindly, her actions anything but, as she lightly tickling his balls to make him squirm.

"It’s no..nothing. Reeeeally!!" he squeaked. Angela was softly stroking the one finger slowly back and forth over the hypersensitive lobes of his glans. Her teasing was enough to send Todd through the roof. Just when he was certain he was going to embarrass himself and make an absolute mess all over the concrete in front of the coeds, Mrs. Westbrook relented.

"Kids!" she said laughingly as the two girls looked back at her and nodded sagely, even though they couldn’t have been more than three years older than Todd was. As they gave Mrs. Westbrook garbled directions to the freeway, Mrs. Westbrook kept teasing his swollen erection with gentle squeezes and sliding his rod in small circles against the slick nylon windbreaker. It was enough to make Todd squirm all over the place, but fortunately the girl’s attention was elsewhere.

Once they’d finished, Mrs. Westbrook thanked them politely and turned to look at Todd. "Thank the nice girls for all their help Todd!" she told him in a sing-song voice.

Todd was sure she’d use the opportunity when the girls attention was focused on him to tease him again. He was right. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, she tweaked his sensitive glans causing him to rear up involuntarily. He gasped out something that sounded like ‘tanks’ as Angela’s nails danced merrily up and down the underside of his steel-hard shaft.

The two girls exchanged glances, shook their heads and turned to go, putting his fidgeting down to teenage nerves at talking to mature college coeds. Todd heaved a sigh of relief as they left, although Mrs. Westbrook never relinquished her grip on his straining hard-on. She led him to the car door where she released her grip to help him in, a process made more difficult by the fact that Todd’s arms were still bound. She strapped him into his seat belt snugly, which pulled the jacket into his stomach exposing his erection to the cool night air. She went around to get in the drivers side.

When she had settled in, Todd worked up enough courage to protest; "That was mean Mrs. Westbrook!! I almost came out there!! What if we’d been caught?" he protested.

"Well we weren’t caught, were we?" she answered wickedly. "Besides, I’ve got solid proof that you loved it!" she laughed, reaching over to grasp his exposed cock in a friendly grip. "Right??" she asked him, stroking the foreskin back and forth a few times, making him thrust his hips against the seatbelt.

Todd nodded dumbly. Angela released him, and started the car. "Now Todd, I want you to show me how much of a man you really are. Your performance with those girls was impressive. I really expected you to spew all over the gas station, but you showed promise. I don’t want you to cum until after we’re at my house, okay? If you hold out, you’ll get an extra-special reward" she added with an lewd grin.

Todd was still desperate to get off, but sixteen year old virgin nerds didn’t get chances like this very often, so he resolved to go along with her kinky game. He might get laid! But as Mrs. Westbrook headed out of the service station, he was reminded that she wouldn’t make it easy.

Grasping the steering wheel in her left hand, Angela reached over with her right and clutched his aching erection. Loosely shucking the foreskin back and forth and making him grit his teeth, she asked, "Don’t you just love power-steering?"

Todd squirmed his young butt around on the car seat as Mrs. Westbrook deftly steered the tan station wagon with one hand and softly fondled his sperm-filled testicles with the other. He was still strapped into the middle seat of the large station wagon, his hands bound fast to his sides. His erect cock was bobbing around in plain sight. Todd only hoped the darkness concealed Angela Westbrook’s kinky games from the passing cars.

The sixteen year old grocery boy was experiencing both heaven and hell at the same time. On one hand, Todd was getting the handjob of his short life from a gorgeous redhead in a short black miniskirt, but he wasn’t allowed to cum if he wanted to have a chance of fucking her. He blinked rapidly and moaned lowly when Mrs. Westbrook went back to softly sliding her warm palm up and down the sensitive underside of his straining shaft. His glasses were fogged and his head lolled limply from side to side as Angela continued to play his sensitive penis like a pianist tickling the ivories.

The Westbrook residence wasn’t more than a fifteen minute drive away from where they’d stopped over for gas, but it seemed like forever to Todd as they cruised slowly down the suburban streets. It was bad enough when the car was moving when Angela Westbrook would happily shuck his foreskin over his glans up and down in a maddening rhythm, but the stop lights were pure torment. Then Angela could bring both her talented hands into play for a few agonizing seconds of pleasure and delight. Each stop light brought forth a new technique. At the last red light she’d used a hand-over-hand technique where one moist palm would pull the foreskin over his glans, release it, and then her other hand would quickly repeat the same maddening motion, always pulling but letting gravity skin the foreskin back down again. She had his slim hips thrusting wildly with that little trick. He wondered dizzily when she’d run out of new things to try.

"You’re certainly antsy tonight Todd." Mrs. Westbrook teased with a wry smile. "Why is that? You don’t need to go to the bathroom again, do you?" He couldn’t hold back a gasp as she squeezed his shaft firmly. "It certainly wouldn’t have anything to do with this, now would it?" she asked saucily, flicking at his waving erection. "You wouldn’t be getting ready to cum Todd, would you? Please don’t! I’d be so, so disappointed."

‘Like hell she would’ Todd thought to himself. She’d returned to using the same maddeningly slow rhythm of stroking that she’d used in the gas station restroom to drive him absolutely insane. He bit his lower lip hard and struggled to control the urge to buck his hips into her palm to speed up the slow massage. He needed a distraction and fast. Looking at her slender thighs exposed by her rucked up mini certainly wouldn’t do, nor would watching her slim white fingers moving up and down on his rigid cock, so Todd looked out the window hoping to see something to take his mind off the pleasure she was giving him. He suspected she could bring him off at any time, but as long as she was content to simply drive him to the edge and then back off, he still had a chance she’d make a mistake and he’d make it through without cumming. And then he be able to fuck the gorgeous redhead, a virgin no longer! So, as long as he hadn’t cum yet, there was hope, however faint.

With the bolts of pleasure tearing straight from his tormented penis right to his brain, it took Todd a minute to realize what he was seeing out the car window. Mrs. Westbrook had just missed the turnoff onto her street and she was driving on straight ahead like she never saw it.

"M..Mrs Westbrook!!" Todd stammered in a raspy voice, "You just missing the turn!! That’s not ff..fair!" he wheezed. "I’ll never make it if you drive around the block all night." All thru his short speech, Angela had never stopped the slow stroking of his bone-hard erection.

"Oh, I wouldn’t do that to you Todd." she told him with a wicked grin. "I’ve just got to run a small errand first, then we’ll go straight home....I promise!"

"Errand?" Todd asked the redhead suspiciously.

"Of course, I’ve got to pick Amy up from soccer practice. You don’t think I’d leave my youngest daughter sitting all alone in front of some dark gym, do you? What kind of a mother do you think I am?" she remonstrated him. Todd might have bought into her protests more if she hadn’t taken the opportunity to punctuate her speech by squeezing firmly just below his swollen glans whenever she wanted to emphasize a particular word.

Then it hit him. Mrs. Westbrook’s daughter was going to be in the car with them! And here he was with his naked dick exposed and waving in the breeze with his hands bound firmly to his sides. She couldn’t!! She wouldn’t!! "But..what about your daughter Mrs. Westbrook? She’ll see everything." he begged with a pleading glance down at his rock-hard erection.

"Well we certainly couldn’t have that, now could we?" Mrs. Westbrook mused thoughtfully. She was still toying with his erection, but it seemed to Todd like it was more a matter of habit. Of course, since she was slowly spreading precum which had leaked out of his cockhead around the hypersensitive ridge of his glans, it was a habit that still made Todd see stars. After a few moments of this, her face brightened as a light bulb came on. "I know!! We’ll just cover you up with your windbreaker and she’ll never know the difference." she smiled at him triumphantly.

Todd felt his jaw gape open in sheer bewilderment. She was proposing to leave him like this while her daughter rode in the car with them! "But she’ll see us." he protested unhappily.

"Nonsense!" Angela told him firmly. "She’ll be riding in the back seat the whole way. All you’ve got to do is keep from moaning too loudly or unloading that cannon of yours and you’ll be all set. Besides, look at it this way. The hardest part of the trip is over. I won’t be able to give you my full attention with Amy in the car. You’ve held out this far." she stated, softly clasping his erection which had shrunk just a little in shock. "Besides, you did well enough when we talked to those coeds." she teased Todd wickedly. "This oughta be a snap. You may win this little game yet. Think about the prize." she told him in a husky voice.

Todd’s cock lurched upward in her cool palm, soaring to a straining seven inches once again at her lewd promise, but she quickly released him and flipped the turn signal to go into the junior high school where the soccer practice was held. Angela deftly pulled Todd’s windbreaker over his erection at the same time as she nosed the station wagon up the drive to where her young daughter awaited.

The front of the school was well lit, yellow floodlights cast a pallid glow over the entrance, as Mrs. Westbrook’s station wagon slowly eased up to the curb. There were a number of young students milling around, awaiting rides from their parents. Todd stared numbly out the window, searching the crowd for Amy Westbrook. He had met the younger girl several times when he was hanging around with Arnie. Amy had always struck Todd as a bit of a brat, but he supposed all younger sisters must seem that way. Arnie had always appeared nervous around his younger sister, which had always struck Todd as strange, but Arnie was always a little strange anyway.

The crowd parted as a young redheaded pixie made a beeline straight towards the station wagon. Amy Westbrook hadn’t changed much from the last time Todd had seen her at the school library with Arnie. The thirteen year old redheaded youngster had always seemed to Todd to be something of a cross between a woodland sprite and a grubby tomboy. Today was no exception. Amy was dressed in white nylon running shorts, high-top tennis shoes and knee-high athletic socks with a baggy faded gray sweatshirt that concealed most of her slim upper torso from view. Todd doubted she had much up there anyhow, she was only thirteen after all, but there was certainly nothing wrong with her long coltish legs. She’d look like her mother in another five years. Carrot red hair was jammed under a baseball cap worn backwards. Amy’s skin was pale and covered with freckles. Jade green eyes seemed to dance mischievously as she approached the car. Amy smiled widely as she greeted her mother, flashing silver braces that glinted in the harsh glare of the lights.

"It’s about time you got here Mom. I’ve been waiting around forever!!" Amy whined at her mother who’d gotten out of the car and was helping Amy stuff her book-bag into the back of the station wagon with the groceries.

"I’m sorry Amy, I took longer at the store than I thought it would. Fortunately, young Todd here helped me out at the store." Angela explained with a nod in Todd direction, who wriggled uneasily on the car seat. "You remember Todd, don’t you Amy...Arnie’s friend from school." she supplied helpfully. Todd craned his head to stare at Amy who almost seemed to be smirking at him. "Todd coming home with us to visit Arnie."

"Are you sure that a good idea Mom?" Amy questioned. "I’m not really sure Arnie’s going to...be in any shape to have friends over, you know what I mean!" Amy told her Mom significantly, although the meaning was lost on Todd.

"Nonsense, honey! I’m sure that Arnie will be simply delighted to see his friend. Besides, they have so much in common, that it would be a real shame if they didn’t get to spend time together." Angela told her daughter.

"Ohhh.." Amy nodded knowingly. She seemed to understand what Angela Westbrook was talking about, although Todd still didn’t have a clue.

Angela slid behind the wheel again as Amy climbed into the back seat. Mrs. Westbrook winked conspiratorially at Todd as she gunned the station wagon’s motor and slid the car into gear. Amy was chattering away in the backseat, regaling her captive audience on how her day at school went, who was mad at who and generally railing on about how unfair life was for thirteen year old girls. Todd gritted his teeth. He knew what was coming...and he was right!! Right in the middle of where Amy was described her soccer game in endless detail, Todd felt Mrs. Westbrook’s right hand steal into his coat once again and begin to gently move his foreskin up and down. Todd’s erection had subsided when they picked Amy up, but it didn’t take more than a few sharp tugs to bring his boyhood back into screaming hardness once more. Todd bit down harshly on his lower lip to suppress a moan. Mrs. Westbrook’s cool fingers tightly encircled his straining rod as she slowly stroked him up and down; his ultrasensitive glans rubbing crazily against the nylon of his windbreaker by her motions.

This was even worse than with the girls at the gas station! At least there, Mrs. Westbrook had provided some distractions during Todd’s worst moments. But in the car, the rear view mirror seemed to be tilted such that Todd had a perfect view of the happily babbling Amy; which meant that she in turn must have a perfect view of his face!

Todd felt beads of sweat gather on his brow as he struggled mightily not to react to Mrs. Westbrook’s talented fingers. She had freed his sticky cockhead under the jacket and was wickedly tickling her blood red nails all over his engorged glans, paying extra special attention to his gaping urethra. This forced even more precum to leak out which Angela merrily spread around the sensitive tip. She stopped just seconds before Todd thought that he had no choice but to spurt uncontrollably all over her teasing fingers. Todd’s hips settled back into the seat with a disappointed plop after a few aimless thrusts, chasing fingers that were no longer there. His breathing was coming in low rasps and he just hoped he wouldn’t be forced to make conversation for a few minutes.

As Todd’s breathing started to slowly return to normal, he tried to comprehend what Amy was rattling on about. His eyes grew wide behind his glasses when he realized the little minx was actually trying to get her mother to stop off at McDonalds on the way home. Todd head snapped about to stare in disbelief at Mrs. Westbrook! She couldn’t have just agreed! He must have heard wrong. There was no way he could get out of the car without his bound condition becoming readily apparent to Amy!

"Oh don’t worry Todd, we won’t be long." Mrs. Westbrook assured the bound teen. "You don’t have to come in with us...unless you want to, of course." she teased wickedly.

"N..No, that’s okay Mrs. Westbrook!" Todd quickly assured her. He had a nightmare vision of being led by his stiff prick into the McDonalds by Mrs. Westbrook and being made to squirt all over the steel countertop while smiling teenage fast-food workers looked on.

"It’s okay Mom, I can stay in the car and keep Todd company!" Amy chirped in perkily. Todd felt his face flush cherry red. He definitely did not want to be stuck alone in the car with his hands bound and prick exposed under his coat with this under-aged hellion.

"Are you sure, honey?" Angela Westbrook asked her daughter.

"Yeah mom. Just get me a burger and shake. Make it vanilla. I’m sure Todd and I will find something to rap about." Amy replied.

"Mrs. Westbrook!!" Todd protested sharply, but she cut him off.

"Come on Todd, act your age!" she told him in a no nonsense tone of voice. "It’ll do you good to spend some time talking to girls. I suspect you could use the practice anyway. Just make sure that you don’t shock my young daughter!" she warned the boy direfully, reinforcing her warning by darting her hand under Todd’s coat and squeezing his prick harshly.

"Oh Mom, I’m thirteen now. Todd couldn’t tell me anything I don’t already know." Amy assured her mother with teenage superiority. But Todd knew just what Mrs. Westbrook was talking about.

Right after Mrs. Westbrook had parked the car at the nearby fast-food restaurant and exited in a gust of cold air to pick up the food, Amy horrified Todd by getting out of the back seat and moving up into the front seat on the passenger side to ‘talk some more’. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and wondered bleakly how long it would take the precocious teen to spot his predicament, and what Mrs. Westbrook would do to him for shocking her virgin daughter. He hoped he’d retain the use of all his body parts, but he doubted it.

He made what had to be inane conversation with Amy and tried to keep from squirming around too much which would just make his bound predicament more obvious. He barely paid attention to what he was talking about, but his eyes went wide in shock and dismay when Amy darted her hand into his jacket pocket. Todd almost jumped out of his skin when he felt tiny fingers clasp his exposed prick in an inexperienced grip. He moaned in despair to himself and wished heartily that his mother had just taken the time to fix his pockets. He looked over to find the little minx grinning wickedly through her braces at him, green eyes sparkling in delight from under her ballcap, as his overstimulated penis began to respond to her inexpert groping and began to stand up once again.

"You look like you just swallowed a lemon!" the thirteen year old giggled naughtily at him as she stroked his penis harshly up and down beneath his jacket with her small fist. "I’ll bet I know what game you’re playing! You’re not supposed to spurt off, are you?" she laughed. "Oh don’t give me that owl-look Todd. Mom plays this game all the time! She just doesn’t know I know all about it. Parents, huh?" Amy told him conspiratorially, tweaking his cockhead between small fingers.

Todd fought against getting an erection for the little brat, but it was no use; her mother had worked on him for too long. The very ineptness of Amy’s stroking was different enough from Angela Westbrook’s practiced handjob to be a turn-on in and of itself. His young cock was soon straining at the car roof once more, leaking precum freely while Amy smirked at him and jerked him off in an uneven rhythm.

"Mom’s still got a couple of people to go in line." Amy pleasantly informed the squirming boy. "I’ll bet you don’t last even through the next customer!" she chortled while tightening her grip and speeding up her strokes even more. "And boy is she gonna be pissed when she finds your sperm all over the car when she gets back! The grocery boy and her virgin daughter.. I’ll bet she’ll she tears these right off." she threatened the sweating teenager, tugging at his balls to leave no room for misunderstanding.

"P..PL..Pleease!" Todd stammered out. "C..cut me some slack, huh?"

"Nope, no slack at all." the little witch informed him in triumph. "I love jacking boys off and I’m gonna jerk you until that nasty white stuff is flying all over the place. Mom won’t be coming back in time to save you!"

"Noooo!!" Todd shouted out in misery. He wished he could deny the little monster, but he knew he wouldn’t last for more than another minute or two. He’d been too close all night long and her soft little hand had his stony erection in a vise grip and was stroking him off at a jackrabbit pace.

"Now the only question to be answered is whether Mom finds you doing the dirty with her little girl or whether I help you hide the evidence." Amy smiled at him, running her pink tongue around her braces in what was obviously meant to be an promising erotic gesture. Todd stared at her in blurry confusion, so she clarified it for him. "Ok, here’s the deal. I’ll swallow your dirty ole cum if you agree to get me off...three times!! When and where I say." Amy continued to try to persuade him; "If I swallow your cum, you should be able to last to our house real easy, but that’s not related to our deal. I know better than to put my trust on the staying power of teenage boys. I just like to get off! So that’s the deal, either I swallow and you get me off later on when I tell you to, or I’ll just let your dirty sperm splatter the windshield! If I were you Todd, I’d make my choice quickly...I can feel your nuts tightening up. You’re real close now."

Todd knew she was right. He felt the sperm gathering in his tight sack in preparation for the inevitable explosion to come. He was humping her little hand uncontrollably now, sweat dripping freely from his forehead. He didn’t want to have to get this little brat off, but she had him over a barrel. She’d freed his prick from his jacket now and was aiming it at the dashboard in a not so subtle warning. "Sw...swallow it." he moaned feebly in both ecstasy and defeat.

Amy grinned at him wickedly, but quickly bobbed her small head down and gobbled up Todd’s swollen glans. From his bound position sitting straight up, Todd couldn’t see what she was doing in detail, her ballcap screened his view as she leaned over and swallowed his swollen cockhead. He couldn’t see, but he could definitely feel! Amy’s braces scraped alarmingly against his hypersensitive glans ridge, but her saliva felt boiling hot and a few quick swirls of her tiny tongue over his sensitive cockhead was enough to trigger the long-delayed orgasm. Spasms of sheer ecstasy rocketed up and down Todd’s spine and his sperm flew out of his gaping urethra in milky bullets to coat the inside of Amy’s mouth. One..two..three...four...five huge spurts emerged to splatter hotly against the roof of Amy’s mouth, but the young girl gamely swallowed it all. His hips subsided after what seemed like forever, his breath coming in huge gulps as Todd fought to keep from screaming as Amy’s pink tongue continued to torment his now unbearably tender glans.

"Eno..ugh!!" he told her in a loud shaky whisper. Amy gave his shaft one last squeeze to make sure she had all of his cream, then her head came back up and she smiled stickily at Todd.

"Not bad at all Todd!" she told him with a smirk. "I wonder how many calories sperm has anyhow? Oh well, just remember you owe me three good cums. Now pull yourself together, here comes Mom."

"You’ve got...sperm on your braces!" Todd warned the youngster. "She’ll see it!"

"Nah!, why do you think I had Mom get the shake anyhow?" she told the bewildered boy with a wicked smile that was definitely older than her tender years.

As the women ate their food, Todd just sat there and tried to recover. His prick was still exposed under his jacket, but it was pretty limp as he relaxed after his forbidden orgasm with Amy. He hoped Mrs. Westbrook wouldn’t get suspicious when she wasn’t able to get him hard right away. He’d just blame it on stage fright with Amy present. Still, even if he owed the brat a few cums, he was pretty confident on being able to hold out until the Westbrook house now that he’d cum so hard.

Amy was still sipping on her vanilla shake when Angela finished up with her greasy burger and threw the crumpled wrapper into the brown sack. She glanced over at Amy. "You’re leaking shake honey." Angela chastised her daughter.

Todd glanced over at Amy, but to his horrified eyes, he could swear it was his sperm that was leaking off her braces as she grinned back at him. Amy stuck out her tongue at him and told her mother; "You know these darn braces make it impossible to do anything neatly." Amy held up her shake in emphasis. Mrs. Westbrook just shook her head, and started up the car.

They’d only just turned out of the fast-food parking lot, when Mrs. Westbrook asked her daughter to watch out through the side-view mirror because she couldn’t see the blind spot with all three of them in the front seat. Todd couldn’t believe she’d pick the erotic game back up with her daughter in the front seat and that excuse seemed pretty feeble to him, but in just a moment, he felt Mrs. Westbrook’s hand sneaking into his jacket once more to grasp his limp member.

Todd saw her frown for a moment when a few quick strokes only succeeded in bringing his organ to half-staff. She withdrew her hand for a moment and Todd saw her rummaging around in the fast-food bag. When she returned to her taboo game, he realized that Mrs. Westbrook had taken the opportunity to coat her palm with burger grease. Even with his recent climax, her smooth palm still felt awesome to Todd as it slid almost frictionlessly up and down his shaft. With the grease acting as a lubricant, Angela soon had Todd cock standing up proud and tall, although the urge to cum was still a long ways off.

Angela Westbrook tried all sorts of tricks to make Todd climax, teasing the sensitive underside, tweaking his glans and circling his hard cock just underneath his cockhead and twisting her grip back and forth in an unbearable burn of pleasure. But his recent climax with Amy had taken the edge off Todd’s desire. In any other circumstances, be would have been shooting off in seconds under Mrs. Westbrook’s talented manipulations, and even now he could feel his sperm gathering for a second climax, but the car had just turned up into the cul-de-sac where the Westbrooks’ lived. He just knew he could grit it out for the minute or so he had left.

Mrs. Westbrook withdrew her hand when the car rolled to a stop in the concrete driveway, turning off the engine and throwing the keys at Amy. "Would you help to unload the trunk honey?" she asked her daughter. "I’m going to help Todd out of the car."

If Amy thought it was strange that a sixteen year old boy needed help getting out of a car, she didn’t say anything. She obediently traipsed around back, flipped up the trunk and got out her bookbag, still sipping on her shake.

Angela took the opportunity to whisper to Todd. "I’m impressed young man!" she exclaimed in a low voice. "I never you expected you to make it this far. I was really trying to bring you off on the way home...and you still held off. I think you’re going to do just fine. Now, all you’ve got to do is make it in the door and you’re home free." she promised lewdly, squeezing his prick hard just below the glans sending a spasm of pleasure racing through him. She unbuckled Todd and helped him slide his butt out of the car seat. His hands were still bound fast to his sides with his belt and his jacket barely covered his rampant erection, but he was able to stand up without exposing himself to the world. Todd was breathing hard again in anticipation of fucking the outrageous redhead, but he tried to calm himself down. He didn’t want to blow it when he was this close to victory.

Fortunately, or perhaps not, for Todd, the porchlight was burnt out so it was dark as Angela guided Todd up to the porch, still giving his throbbing erection hell beneath his windbreaker. Todd walked unsteadily and cursed under his breath. Mrs. Westbrook was jacking him off at a hummingbird pace, her greasy palm sliding smoothly back and forth over his glans as she continued her relentless stroking. Even with his earlier climax, he was going to have to work to hold out. He thought of algebra and prime numbers as he slowly counted off each step to the front porch.

Todd’s knees were trembling and his breath was now coming in intermittent gasps. Todd wondered wildly just how Mrs. Westbrook could think her daughter wouldn’t know something funny was going on, but he couldn’t summon up the brainpower to think about it as Mrs. Westbrook pounded his erection like she was kneading bread. The trio made it up the steps and Todd hazily saw Amy insert the key in the front door. He had made it!! He’d won. Mrs. Westbrook never let up on the pace of her frantic masturbation of the young boy, refusing to give up until they’d actually crossed the threshold.

Just as the door gaped open, Todd suddenly felt an ice-cold sensation on his tight scrotum. "Nooo!!" he gasped out, looking down to see Amy’s arm protruding from his other jacket pocket. Amy was using her ice-cold hand, the one that had been holding the vanilla shake, to grip Todd’s sack and roll his balls around gently. The combination of sensations caused by Mrs. Westbrook’s warm greasy palm racing up and down his shaft while her young daughter tormented his nuts with icy fingers was just too much for the sixteen year old. He was suddenly shooting long milky jets of cum all over the inside of his jacket. Todd was almost in tears as he felt his knees go weak as the two women continued to work him over to get every last drop.