It was late lunch in a nice cafe on Main Street. Boston ferns, ceiling fans and waitresses
in hunter green. I hardly noticed. And I was utterly, undeniably, achingly going to come.
There was nothing I could do about it. Marie's perfectly sculpted feet had been playful at
first, insinuating themselves up my calves, tickling past my knees, and purposefully
between my thighs. Her perfect, stocking toes had found a playground under my zipper. But
now that she had me at the crumbling brink of an orgasm, she was steadily pushing me over
the edge with those delightfully well shaped soles. I risked a look at the knowing smile
on her full, sensuous lips. Not just generous lips, but huge, thick, pouting, erotic,
to-die-for lips; all shell pink and primrose. Luscious, made to suck-a-man-to-death with
lips. A darting tongue slithered wetly across her rosy pink bottom lip, and she pressed
her dainty, large toe into my shaft to emphasize the point that she knew how badly I'd
like to feel her suctioning around my knob right with that glorious mouth right then. She
leaned confidentially toward her mother, still watching me with those Nordic blue, evil
eyes. Their mischief seemed almost demonic, nearly hidden behind the narrow fold of her
sharply slanted Asian lids. Above the table he was oh, so, very proper as if nothing
untoward was happening in my lap.
"Jack's going to come Mommy," she said, in the same tone she'd use to comment on
the pattern of my conservative tie. "You don't care if I make him squirt, do
you?" Sleek ebony hair of deepest black, with just the slightest wave, fell across
her prominent cheekbones, highlighting her ginger root complexion, hiding a spray of
freckles.
Her mother, my steady girlfriend, former secretary, and confidante, moved the tablecloth
aside with a graceful gesture. Shadowed lids and longest lashes flicked over clear, arctic
blue eyes with the same far-east accent as her daughter's. She glanced down into my lap as
if noticing bread crumbs on my trousers. Marie had made quite a tent over my pride and
joy.
"Yes, I suppose he is about to come. There aren't many men who can last too long
under your toes, are there, Dear? But, he'll stain his suit if he does shoot, and you know
he has to go back to work." Constance was right. Every Friday meant working longer
and later, as if Monday couldn't wait. I needed to be in the office several more hours,
and I certainly didn't want to be seen with a big dark circle of come drying inside my
pants. But Marie's toes were warm and insistent, slithering gently up and down my length.
Pressing and kneading me between soft, relentless soles.
I trusted myself to take one quick look downward, to watch Marie's golden toes with their
sharp pink nails raking my aching shaft through my worsted wool trousers. The shade of her
nails complimented the deep red of her mother's classic manicure, as she held the
tablecloth aside. Pink toes and scarlet fingernails, hovering about my penis, a millimeter
of thin cloth from the real me. The sight of their fingers and toes so near my cock caused
me to feel suddenly warm in the air conditioned room.
Constance squeezed the tent of my pants between a refined forefinger and thumb, testing
the proportions of my knob. It was all I could do to maintain my composure, feeling little
shocks of electricity shoot through my shaft where she squeezed and rotated me next to
Marie's tormenting pink toes.
My steady girlfriend smiled at me, the corners of her mouth curving up mysteriously,
knowingly. There was no doubt where Marie had inherited her big lips, those perfectly
exquisite copies of her mother's. Except that Constance's lips were even fuller, and
impossibly more copious. And scarlet. Not red, but wine-red. Rose petal scarlet. More
crimson than sinful blood. Huge, and big and soft, painted and luscious with lipstick that
made her generous mouth a deliciously unholy place to lose your soul.
"Perhaps he doesn't want to come and ruin his suit during lunch," her mother
said. I watched her lips. She was rubbing her finger about to emphasize her point,
"He does have to go back to work." "That's OK, he needs to come really bad.
Feel how hot he is? I've been teasing him with my feet all during lunch. And just look at
his face, he's dying to mess up his pants." She smiled so innocently, wiping her lips
neatly and taking a sip from a water glass. I could almost imagine those full lips between
my legs. "Please Mommy. Can't I just make him come on his suit just this once?."
"Well, have you asked him?" Constance said, perhaps in my defense, or perhaps
not. The fingers and toes in slow motion between my legs were making the room seem
slightly out of focus. "Sure, I'll ask him, but I know he want's to squirt. He wants
to come, don't you Jack. You'd like me to keep petting your cock with my toes, rubbing you
up and down, and tickling your hard knob with my little piggies until you make it all wet
and slippery inside your pants." She gave a little demonstration, wriggling her toes,
tickling me all around the sides of my captive cock. She was teasing me. Tormenting me
with my needs.
The truth was I didn't know if I wanted to come or not. I was already embarrassed that
Constance had found her daughter's foot in my lap, and didn't want the additional
humiliation of returning to work having a huge wet spot on my trousers.
"Come on, Jack," Marie teased, "Come on and shoot under my feet. Don't you
like my soft feet rubbing up and down your hard cock. Isn't it warm? Come on my toes. Do
it. Oh, please do it now!" Her words were hypnotic and as insistent as her toes were
arousing. I could almost imagine people turning their heads my way, seeing me grip the
table edge.
"Don't let me influence you Jack, Dear," Constance said. "Here, I'll open
your zipper. And then you can come in my napkin if you want to." She opened my pants
and swung my shaft out under the tablecloth. Constance's strong elegant fingers circled
the base of my shaft tightly, and held it out for Marie's probing toes to touch. Marie
quickly engulfed my full length into the soft n yloned womb between her soles. It was like
heaven, feeling the sheer nylon rasping my bare cock for the first time.
"But, Jack, do you know what I'd really like to do?" She leaned toward me and
put her elbows on the table as if letting me in on the most juicy gossip. Her voice was
low and throaty for a twenty-two year old. "I'd like to be mean to you. I'd like to
get you all hot and bothered, and just not do anything about it. Wouldn't you think that
was fun? If I kept teaseing you just like this and then left you horny all afternoon?
"How about if I made you come to our house tonight and I tied your hands behind your
back and made you suck my toes. Maybe you could even get down on your hands and knees like
a doggy and lick my feet, and lick Mommy's feet, too." My cock was squirming under
her feet, I was going to erupt right there in the restaurant. Then suddenly, without
warning, the foot was gone. "See? I can do anything to you I want to, and I won't
make you shoot on your pants after all. You don't get to come until tonight unless Mommy
beats you off right here in the restaurant." She wore a devilish little cock-teaser
kind of smile on her heavenly, pink lips. It was more of a teasing bitch smirk.
"I'm sorry, Jack. I can't do that in a restaurant," Constance said. "And I
think Marie has had a delightful idea, Jack, you really could stand to wait until tonight.
Or do you absolutely have to come right away?" The shocking contrast of far-eastern
slant and Scandinavian blue in her eyes made the subtle smile on those perfect lips hotter
than hell. I glanced at her devilish eyes, then the tormenting hands and feet which were
rubbing my shaft and tickling my excited knob. It was all I could do to keep from
exploding under their touch.
Marie stifled a little giggle, and leaned toward me, folding her slender fingers together
on the table. The lapels of her jacket fell open, revealing she needed no support for her
magnificent breasts. I was treated me to a tantalizing view of a cavernous cleavage
between breasts as large, and firm and erect as her mother's.
"Mommy, Jack is looking at my breasts, and I think he likes them. You do like my
breasts don't you, Jack?" Constance squeezed the base of my shaft sharply, sending a
lightning flash of lust through my body. She began to pump me with short, quick jerky
movements. Each quick stroke was an electric shock, made even more tantalizing by Marie's
gentle rubbing soles.
"Yes, I see he does like your breasts. That's very naughty you know, Jack. I'll have
to think of some way to punishment you tonight. You're obviously staring right at Marie's
breasts, and you're probably wishing you could touch them, too, aren't you?" Marie
moved slightly, and one plump nipple appeared momentarily.
"Have one," she taunted, arching one hard nipple straight toward my lips. My
eyes followed the sway of her heavy breasts inside her jacket. Not pendulous or sagging
breasts, but erotically full and rounded with plump, ripe nipples. That generous type of
breast that was considered extra large before silicon, with plump, chubby aureoles capping
their ginger root hued expanse. Her nipples jutted upward so sharply that I began to doubt
the laws of nature and gravity.
"I think he's getting even harder looking at my breasts, too, Mommy," Marie said
in a stage whisper. "And I'll bet he thinks he'll get to come tonight after we make
him get naked, too." "Jack, if you're man enough to keep from coming right
now," she said, "I'll let you suck my nipples tonight. Wouldn't that be nice?
Just think of it, We'll make you so much harder and hornier than you are now. We'll tie
your hands behind your back, and then we'll really, really tease you and do terribly mean
things to you. You'll be sucking my hard nipples, but you can't touch them with your
hands. I'll smother you between my big breasts while Mommy teases your big stiff penis
with her feathers, but she won't make you shoot, and you won't be able to do anything
about it." She smiled sweetly and straightened, ending the show.
The red nails and pink toes tormenting my cock were irresistibly bringing me over the
edge. I couldn't hold back any longer. Constance whispered something to Marie, and
suddenly I was bobbing untouched under the table cloth. They watched me as if I were a zoo
animal until my orgasm subsided. I was so tense, I couldn't speak.
"Oh wow, Mommy! Lets do that again. He was almost going to shoot, wasn't he? I'll bet
he would have hit the ceiling." She planted one stocking foot firmly on my cock and
began pressing and kneading earnestly. In seconds I was on the verge again.
"You'd better stop now." Constance whispered. Marie quickly removed her foot
until the pressure subsided somewhat. Then her Mommy gave her permission to try it again.
And again. And again. By the time they were through, I was so dizzy, the room seemed to be
spinning around.
"Very good, Jack," said Constance. "You do have some self control after
all. Now I need to make sure you don't come until tonight. I watched entranced as she
twisted a red finger of lipstick from a golden tube and applied another layer of scarlet
to her luscious mouth. When it was perfect, she bent elegantly toward me, as if retrieving
her napkin from the floor, and circled her lips around my shaft.
Slowly, deliberately, patiently, she sank to the base of my cock and delivered the single
most heavenly kiss I have ever had. It became instantly obvious what huge, thick lips
could do to a man, sucking and twining her tongue about my shaft as she slowly sunk down,
squeezing the knob in the back of her throat. Her perfect lips were as tight as surgical
rubber around the base, strangling my cock so firmly, she held back even the smallest
droplet of my juices.
Marie winked one icy blue oriental eye, and blew me a kiss from her pink, moist lips,
reminding me she could do the same with her own soft, magnificent mouth. "Just
imagine what's going to happen tonight if you decide not to come now--if you can help it.
Think of all the things we can do to you, being tease-tortured by Mommy and I, all tied up
and naked and helpless.
"I'll make you beg me to make you come, but I won't let you. I'll even open my pussy
right around the tip of your penis and hold it there, but I won't let you go inside."
My loins clenched and my cock spasmed in her Mommy's hot sucking mouth, but I couldn't
shoot my come past the constricting circle of her lips.
Then, just as deliberately and slowly as she had begun, Constance circled my base with her
finger and thumb and suctioned her mouth from off my shaft. As she pulled back, her lips
were so tight I felt as if a steel ring was being painfully dragged from my erection. Then
only the cool air was left to dry my aching, wet erection.
"Well now, that's enough." She patted her lips daintily with her napkin, getting
little prints of red on the white linen. "My god, I really do love teasing you,"
her mother said, "I think Marie was right after all, you are really going to suffer
badly before we let you shoot tonight--if we let you at all. "And I just thought of a
wonderful punishment for letting Marie play footsie with you today. After you're perfectly
naked and ready to shoot, you'll have to stand perfectly still while we feather you. If
you move or come, you'll have to leave."
"I have several particularly sharp quill feathers, nearly a foot long. I think I'll
just tickle them up and down your cock while Marie uses my ostrich plumes all over your
nipples and around your body. It'll be so delicious making you stand there without moving
as a mother and daughter tag-team tease-torture your penis and balls. The feathers will
irritate and arouse, but never give quite enough pressure to bring you over the
edge."
"Wow, that makes me horny, Mommy," Marie said, "I'm going to drill the tip
of my feather into the little slit at the tip of his knob."
"Fine, now here are your instructions," Constance continued. She was getting
herself ready to depart. "If you masturbate yourself, or make yourself come before
you get to our house tonight, I'll know." I looked down at myself and saw the full
length of my cock was coated in scarlet lipstick. She had literally signed her name on me.
"And you really do deserve to be teased, you know. After all, you were a very naughty
boy to sit there and let her put her feet in your lap. Just be at our house at seven
thirty tonight and we'll see how your lips and tongue perform on her feet. If you're
really good, I'll let you suck my toes. And if you're really, really good, I'll have Marie
masturbate you before we send you home." Constance removed her hand and wiped it
delicately on her cloth napkin. "Now put your thing away before someone sees." I
was mortified, but there was nothing I could do.
"By the way, your wrists are not allergic to stainless steel are they?" That
comment lay heavy on my mind, knowing exactly what she meant. I thought I had died and
gone to fetish heaven as I watched their thighs and bottoms wobble and jiggle across the
room as they left. They were gone before I picked up the tab.