"Boy," said Clive, "her nipples are huge." He had resumed his manual activity, assuming once more that slow, steady rhythm; it was like watching a tortoise amble along a highway. I continued to roll and tweak my nipple, nipping it and pulling it, inducing in it mild twinges of pain, and despite myself I enjoyed the sensations which buzzed through me.

With my other hand I began to stroke the downy skin of my thigh, dragging my nails against it. Lazily, I stroked up and down, from my knee to the top of my thigh, working all the time inwards, inwards, until my palm was pressing against my pussy. I brushed it lightly against my clitoris, still hidden behind its protective hood, and felt a brief flicker of excitement tremble through me. With my first two fingers I began to trace up and down my outer labia, gradually sliding inwards, stroking gently, tenderly, gingerly. I felt myself moisten, and dipped my index finger between my pussy lips, finding myself already sticky and damp. Still with my eyes fixed on the boy's, I slid my finger up and down my slit, feeling it slide more and more easily as it picked up the slick from my juices.

I settled back in the settee and began to work on myself in earnest. With my first and third fingers, I tracked up and down my inner lips, tickling and cajoling, sliding inexorably upwards until they began to work either side of my clitoris, stimulating and exciting it without, quite, coming into contact with it. My middle finger was stretched inside my slit, rubbing up and down, drawing quivering sensations from it. I began to lose track of what was going on, becoming oblivious of the situation, giving myself over to my pleasure. My pussy was very wet by now, and my fingers were coated with juices. I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked them clean, savouring their musky taste, filling my nostrils with the familiar aroma. I returned my hand to its ministrations on my pussy, sliding my finger deeper, harder and faster inside me.

Clive was looking a bit pink in the face by now, but he still affected his languid strokes on his glistening cock. I could see a drop of pre-cum on his head, so at least we were getting somewhere. He still showed no signs, though, of being ready to cum, and I began to wonder if he was capable of it. It wasn't natural for a boy of his age, a virgin, to be so restrained.

"Oh no," he said eventually, once more taking his hand from his swollen and rock-hard cock. Its head was so tight and engorged it looked like it might explode. "I just can't do it. I'm so close, so close I can feel it, but it just won't come. It's driving me mad. I'm so close." He closed his eyes, screwing them up to demonstrate his frustrations. "Maybe..." he continued.

Maybe?

"Maybe?" repeated my Master.

"Maybe if Harriet was to take over, that would do it."

I couldn't believe my ears. Now the little brat wanted me to jerk him off. Even the visual stimulus wasn't enough for him; he need physical stimulus as well. In the name of God, I thought. Men! But anything to get this over with, I reflected, and without waiting for my Master's instruction I slithered across the floor and emerged between the boy's thighs. Our roles of the previous day were reversed, with me resting on his knees staring at his privates. Gruffly, I pulled at his trousers and knickers and wrestled them below his knees. There, before me, was his youthful, uncircumcised cock, rock hard and livid, about five inches or so in length and slim. Not much hair covered his balls, but a thick mat adorned his pubis. Breathing in, I reached forward and grasped it. It was incredibly hot, almost fiery. Clive took a sharp intake of breath as he felt my hand grip him. No pratting about with long, slow strokes now, mate, I thought, and began to thrust my hand up and down his length, watching his foreskin wrinkle up over his head and then unfold, revealing the purple tip once more, over and over and over again. I gave him some rough treatment, yanking at his foreskin hard and pulling it as tight as I could. His eyes were glazed and his head lolled backwards on the chair; he emitted a series of low groans, but still the brat showed no indication of coming. It was unreal.

I brought my other hand into play and began to tickle under his balls. This would do the trick, I felt sure. True enough, he leapt in the air like a bolt of lightning had struck him and moaned loudly. I continued to stroke and fondle his balls, dragging my nails across them, sliding down towards his perineum, while my other hand pumped furiously at his prick. This went on for a few minutes, and I was getting cramp in my arm. It was impossible. The damned kid wouldn't cum.

"Lick it," he muttered under his breath. So that was what it was about. He was holding out until I licked him. Well, I had to admire his stamina, at any rate, but I had no desire to put my face anywhere near him. However, it didn't seem like there was going to be any end to this until I did, so reluctantly I lowered my head towards him. Extending my tongue, I licked tentatively and felt the base of his cock. I slid my tongue upwards and placed my mouth around his head. He had a very generous foreskin, and as I slipped the tip of his cock inside my mouth I grabbed his foreskin as well, sucking it inside me.Gripping the base of his cock I pulled hard on it and felt the foreskin slide out of my mouth again, leaving just his hard helmet inside me. Time for the final assault. I pressed my finger against his balls and ran it down his perineum towards his arse. I pushed hard against his hole and at the same time sucked on his cock, wanking it furiously with my other hand. Clive groaned, and his body went completely rigid. I popped his cock out of my mouth and licked it fiercely as I finally pumped him to a climax. He let out a yell and an enormous spurt of spunk flew out of his cock, landing on his hair and in his eyes. I laughed and continued to pump him, as five or six spurts followed, each one progressively less potent, landing sperm on his chest, his belly button and, finally, in his pubic hair.

"There you are," I said. "Nothing to it."