From: charles wraith <cw5523729@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} One Week with Heather {CW} {f+gF+/M,  anal, bd, ds, humil, Fdom, enem, oral, toys, blackmail}

    This is my first story submitted to ASSM. And, for that matter, the first piece of fiction since High School a couple of decades ago. Hopefully my readers will have patience with me. Writing is way more work than I remembered it being! Please feel free to submit comments, questions, criticisms or even a compliment maybe. 


                                One Week with Heather

                                        CW (c)2011

                                    cw5523729@gmail.com

   Prologue

   My name is Aaron.  I was twenty-two years old when I met Heather on AOL
(these events took place in 1994.  Does anyone remember AOL chat rooms
these days?) We chatted for a while before she invited me over to her
place. She told me her room-mate was going to be gone for the week, so we
would have the apartment to ourselves.  I took the week off from work and
headed over.  It was about a three and a half hour drive and I couldn't
wait to meet her.  It was the first time we'd met in person and she was
pretty, though average.  She was about 5' 1", and certainly not fat, but a
little plump, weighing maybe 145 or so.  I like a girl with curves and a
figure anyways.  It was summer and college was out for the season, but I
was working part time and had worked that day.  It meant that I hadn't left
until after dinner so it was fairly late when I arrived, almost ten
o'clock. She wasted no time and brought me immediately to her bedroom,
stripping off her clothes and dropping them on the floor.  Her boobs were
big and full.  Her pussy had a small mound of hair directly above it.  The sex
was good, though unspectacular.  Things went South when I awoke the next
morning to camera flashes.  I looked around and rubbed my eyes.  I was
still laying naked on top of the sheets in Heather's bed.  She was dressed
in jean shorts and a plain white t-shirt.  She also had a smile on her
face that did not make me feel comfortable at all.

   "Good morning, sleepyhead.  Sleep well?" she asked.

   "Good morning.  Yes, great, thanks.  What's with the camera?" I inquired.
Meanwhile she had already moved over to her desk and computer and connected
the camera to it.  I saw typing and clicking going on.

   "Huh?  Oh, nothing," she said casually.  "Just evidence."

   "Evidence?  What are you talking about?"

   "Well, the police always like to have evidence to convict pedophiles you
know" she said quite matter of factly.

   That was when she dropped the bombshell that she was not, in fact,
nineteen as she had told me, but was only sixteen.

   "Oh, I also saved a sample of your cum and have it stored in a vial in a
safe location.  The photos I just took I uploaded to a safe place also."
She kept speaking in her off-handed tone, the way you would say "I also
made a pot of coffee if you want some."

   By this time I was getting jittery and stammered "Look, you told me your
were nineteen!  I had no way of knowing otherwise!"

   "Hmmm, did I say that?  I can't recall.  Not that it matters much.  What
jury would really believe that anyways.  Especially when I tell them about
how you forced yourself on me.

   "I did no such thing!" I protested.

   "No?  I guess the jury can figure it all out."

   I started to protest again when she put up her hand sharply and cut me
off.

   "It doesn't have to go that route you know" she commented.  "All you
have to do is do as I say."

   "What do you mean?" I said.

   "You took the week off from work right?" I nodded.  "So we have seven
days together.  All you have to do is do whatever I say until
Saturday and I'll give you the vial and delete the photos.  Then you can go
back to your own apartment, job, and life.  Otherwise, I can just call the
police now if you prefer and we can let them sort it out." She picked up
the phone menacingly and reached for the buttons.

   "No!" I shouted.  "I'll do it.  Whatever you ask."

   She smiled a wicked smile.  "Good."

   Day 1

   I asked Heather how she had her own apartment and she giggled and said
she didn't of course.  Her "room-mate" was actually her mom who was gone on
a business trip for the week. She then told me, "Enough questions.  Let's
get going.  Let's go have some fun." She took me by the hand and led me out
into the living room.

   "I'll warn you now.  There are some things I've always wanted to do to a
guy that I plan to try out on you," she stated without elaboration.

   She had me lean over the side of the couch, still naked.  She went into
her bedroom and got a blouse which she rolled up and wrapped around my eyes
like a blindfold.  She told me to stay put and walked away.  A few minutes
later I felt a cool liquid - baby oil?  - being applied to my penis.  Her
hand enveloped my cock and began slowly moving up and down.  I squirmed a
bit and she placed her hand on my back to steady me without making a
comment and continued stroking.  After a few minutes, she stopped for a
moment and I heard her moving behind me.  A moment later I felt a pressure
at my asshole and jerked.  She spoke sharply and said "Stay still!" and
pressed down on my back again.  I settled down and the pressure resumed. 
Something greasy and plastic was slowly pushed into me.  I few seconds
later the mystery was solved when it began vibrating.  I had never had
anything in my ass before and was startled but it didn't hurt like I would
have expected.  It had been well lubricated and left me with a full
sensation, but not uncomfortable.  She left it in and resumed the
stroking.  "There now, isn't that nice?" she cooed.  As she masturbated me,
my hips started moving slightly with the rhythm.  She then started moving
the vibrator in and out with her other hand, never fully removing it before
pushing it back in.

   I was getting close to orgasm and started to moan softly.  Heather
heard it and said "Don't come yet!  We aren't done yet." Then I heard a
voice from across the room ask "What's that in his butt?" I reached up to
the blindfold and lifted it a bit to see a girl standing in the doorway. 
She looked to be about 12 years old and was wearing pajamas.  Heather
stopped her motions and slapped my ass hard.  "I didn't tell you you could
remove the blindfold!  But since you did, meet my sister Cara."

   Cara walked over and I started to get up for which I received another
slap (which rather stung) and was soundly pushed back down by Heather from
behind.  After I stopped moving, Heather resumed her ministrations both on
my cock and the vibrator.

   Cara moved behind me and commented "He looks funny with that in him" and
she giggled.

   "Go get me a glass from the kitchen, Cara" Heather said.  Cara went and
did as she was told while Heather continued rubbing me.  By this time I was
starting to shake all over and Heather said again "You do NOT have
permission to cum - you better hold it."

   Cara returned with the glass and Heather told her "Hold it there."

   "Please, I can't hold it," I pleaded.

   "No, not yet" Heather stated flatly.

   Her command didn't work and I started cumming violently with the
vibrator plunged firmly in my ass.  I felt the glass touch my cock as it
spasmed - Cara was catching the cum in the glass apparently.  Heather
stopped moving the vibrator and turned it off, still leaving it stuck
inside me.  She kept milking me with her other hand as I came spurt after
spurt.  Finally, spent, I relaxed a bit forward onto the couch.

   "Wow, that's a lot" Cara said.

   The vibrator slid soundlessly out of my ass and Heather's hands moved
off me.  "Go put that in the fridge" Heather told Cara.  She went and did
it.  Heather leaned over next to my face, still pressed against the couch.

   "I told you not to come yet.  You'll need to be punished for that.  I
assure you we will work on your self-control this week." Heather's tone was
quite ominous.

   "Go and clean yourself up in the bathroom" she said.

   I got up and started to head that way when she grabbed my arm and
stopped me.  She looked down at my crotch for a moment and spoke again.

   "In the drawer, there are some disposable razors.  I want all the hair
off that thing" she said, pointing at my cock.  "It's going to be exposed a
lot here this week and I don't want that ugly hair blocking my view.  I
expect it to be as smooth as a baby's when you're done."

   I opened my mouth the speak, but Heather stared me down and stated "I
assure you that arguing will result in even harsher punishment." All the
while, Cara stood off to the side watching our exchange and she giggled at
the last comment.

   "I'm going shopping to pick up some supplies for more fun.  Cara is in
charge of you.  Any order she gives is to be considered an order from me
directly.  Don't let me hear a bad report when I get back." And with that,
she picked up her keys and left.

   I just stood there silent, still in shock when Cara spoke up.  "You
heard my sister, go clean up" she giggled again " and shave yourself.  Come
back up when you're done so I can make sure you do a good job."

   I went into the bathroom and got in the shower.  I scrubbed myself clean
and focused on my ass trying to get all the lubricant out of it.  After
toweling off, I searched the drawers and found the razors Heather
mentioned. I had never shaved myself before and it took me a long time. 
The razors looked cheap and I was sure a slip would REALLY hurt.  Cara
stuck her head in half-way through and just looked for a minute before
leaving again without speaking.  I rinsed off the excess hairs and went
back out into the living room.  I had been handling myself the whole time
while shaving and it had made me hard again.

   Cara was sitting on the couch watching TV, and she spoke up when she saw
me.  "Come over here so I can check you."

   I walked over as asked and stood in front of her.

   She tapped the inside of my thigh to indicate I should spread my legs
apart.  Her small hand cupped my sack and stroked it lightly.  It sent a
small shiver up my spine.  She rubbed all over my crotch and grabbed the
base of my dick in a surprisingly firm grip.  "Geez, do you always go
around pointing this thing everywhere?"

   I replied no, only when I was aroused.

   "Sure seems like that's all the time.  We need to work on that like my
sister said."

   I didn't know what that meant, but found out soon enough.  She directed
me to kneel on the floor in the living room and wait with my back to her.
She went into the kitchen and I heard her looking for something.  I minute
later she returned and knelt in front of me.  She was carrying a red
plastic flyswatter.

   "From now on, you need to keep that thing small unless we tell you
otherwise or handle you ourselves.  You don't need to be sticking your hard
thing all over the house," she stated.

   "Spread your knees apart" she directed.  I just stared at the swatter. I
didn't like where this was going and knelt there frozen.

   "Don't make me ask twice" she threatened, waving the swatter in the air.
"And don't you dare move" she said.

   She then flicked the swatter up lightly, striking my ball sack.  I
grunted and sucked in my breath hard.  My vision quivered and I closed my
eyes.  I opened them back up after a moment and saw her staring at my dick.
It took me a second to realize she wanted to see if it had shrunk any. 
Apparently not, because a second later she flicked up again.

   "Please, stop!" I begged, voice cracking.

   "I'm sorry I have to do this, but you need to keep your thing under
control.  Look, it's starting to get smaller already" she said.  Her voice
sounded apologetic, but her actions said otherwise.

   Flick again and again.  I bit my lip to keep from screaming out.  My
stomach was turning violently.  Just then, she reached out and caressed the
side of my face.  She spoke in a soothing voice.

   "There, there.  It's over now.  It got nice and small, like it should
be. You'll be good from now on, right?"

   I nodded vigorously, but didn't speak.

   "Good boy.  Now, I want you to take your little penis and wait in front
of the door and wait for Heather to come home." Cara walked over and opened
the inside door, leaving just the clear glass storm-door closed.

   I did as she said and knelt in front of the door.  Anybody who drove by
would clearly see me through the door, naked and flaccid, but luckily
Heather lived on a slow street.  Only a few cars went by and I thought I
saw one woman driving do a double take, but she just kept going.

   It was over an hour that I had to kneel there.  My legs were cramped,
and I shuffled around to ease the pain.  Cara saw me and yelled "Be still!"

   Heather finally pulled into the driveway near lunch time..  She carried
two shopping bags and a cardboard box with her.  She stopped in her stride
when she saw me kneeling in front of the door like an expectant puppy.  She
started laughing profusely and dropped one bag.  She picked it up and
continued walking.  I wiggled out of the way to let her in.

   "What have we here?" she asked, thankfully closing the inside door.

   Cara answered from the couch behind me where she was watching TV again.

   "I made him wait for you by the door.  And after shaving, he was hard
again, so I hit his balls with this" - she held up the swatter -" until he
went soft again.  I told him he had to keep it soft unless one of us told
him otherwise."

   Heather's jaw dropped in astonishment, but she regained her composure
and commented "sounds like a perfectly reasonable rule to me."

   She had me stand up and spread my legs.  She ran her hand back and forth
on my testicles.  "You did an excellent job shaving," she stated.  Cara
called from the couch "He should have, it took him forever!"

   She then told me to lean back over the couch edge, which I did, eager to
avoid any more excuses to use the fly swatter.

   "Cara, can you hold his cheeks apart for me?" she asked.

   Cara went over and pulled them open as requested while Heather rooted
around in one of the bags.  Cara shrieked "My God, it's huge!" More moving
behind me.  Heather moved in front of me and bent over to look me in the
face before saying "I told you there would be consequences for cumming
without permission." She held in front of me an enormous rubber buttplug.
It was about 5 inches long overall, cone shaped, solid black (aren't they
always?) and had a t-shaped handle at the base.  At its widest it looked to
be nearly two inches.  Thankfully, it was covered liberally in Vaseline.

   Heather disappeared back behind me and I felt pressure on my ass again.
This time it was much more forceful than the vibrator was.  I started
grunting, but Heather kept pushing.  My ass strained hard and then I felt a
plop as it closed around the tapered base.  Cara and Heather released me
and told me to stand up.  I felt extremely full and waddled around a bit
trying to get use to the feeling of being plugged.  It made it hard to
stand up straight.  Heather, meanwhile, laid out some rules.

   "Rule #1, you need to keep your erections under control.  As Cara said,
if you get erect without permission you'll need to be punished."

   "Rule #2, you are not to masturbate or touch yourself without
permission. Your penis belongs to us."

   "Rule #3, absolutely no cumming without permission.  That friend in your
rear will help remind you of that one." She patted me on the bottom as she
said those words.

   I wiggled a little bit.

   Heather stated that she was hungry and wanted lunch, so I made some
sandwiches for her, Cara, and myself.  She didn't tell me I could eat, but
didn't object either.

   After I cleaned up Heather declared "It's time to start your slave
duties.  Today is laundry day.  Come along."

   Heather brought me downstairs to the basement where the washer and dryer
were.  "I'll be back to check on you every so often.  Remember, I'll be
checking on it also" she said, pointing to my cock.  I just nodded and started
sorting the dirty clothes.

   Laundry duty was uneventful, though when I handled Heather's panties, I
felt myself stir down below.  I didn't want to be swatted again, so I
stopped and quickly started thinking of train wrecks, car crashes, anything
I could come up with to distract myself.  It was at that time that Heather
popped in for the first inspection.

   She lifted my soft member with a bent index finger and tapped me on the
back with a "Good boy.  Keep up the good work." She gave the butt-plug a
little twist and giggled before leaving again.

   This occurred several more times throughout the day.  I had to wait for
the machines to finish and Heather had instructed me to straighten the
basement while I was waiting.

   The moving around, bending over, and stretching kept causing the plug to
move inside me and occasionally rub against my prostate.  Several times I
started to get aroused and had to stop until my penis subsided.  Luckily, I
never got caught.

   I came back upstairs after the laundry was finished and Heather spoke
from the living room that they were hungry and were waiting for supper.  I
dug through the freezer and found a frozen pizza which I put into the oven.

   I set the table, all the while carrying the plug as a constant reminder
in my backside.  I opted to stand for supper, a fact Heather noticed and
commented on.

   "Don't feel like sitting, big boy?" she said with a smile as she patted
my bottom.

   After doing the dishes, I told Heather I needed to use the bathroom and
asked if I could remove the plug.  She said, "Bend over the kitchen table
for me.  I'll be right back." and left the room.

   She returned, and reached behind me and grasped the handle on the plug.
She slowly drew it out and I grunted loudly as it popped free.  She then
told me to stand up straight; a dog collar was attached around my neck,
which she connected to a leash.

   She then said "Come on, let's go potty." She jerked the leash towards
the back door.

   I just stood, frozen.

   She sighed in exasperation."Maybe you want to wait till tomorrow then?"
she said with a frown, eyebrows raised.

   "No, I'll go." and with that she led me out the back door.

   Luckily, it was dark by this time and Heather didn't have any close
neighbors.  She led me to the middle of the yard and said "Come on, I don't
have all night."

   Embarrassed, I squatted down hoping to partially hide myself and tried
to pee.  Heather just stared at me.  I could see Cara watching from the
patio door too.  I strained, but couldn't get anything to come out. 
Heather sighed in disgust.  "It looks like you didn't really need to use
the bathroom.  Maybe if I shove that plug back in you for the rest of the
week you'll learn not to lie to me."

   Her threats weren't helping any, but finally I relaxed my bladder enough
to start a trickle flowing.  Once I got going in came out in a powerful
stream and Heather stepped quickly to the side to avoid getting splashed.

   "Do you need to do a number two?" she asked with a smirk.  I told her I
was good for tonight.  I hoped she'd let me use the bathroom inside
tomorrow, but didn't say so aloud.  She said "Ok, come on" and tugged the
leash to lead me.

   Inside, she took a baby wipe from a box on the kitchen counter and wiped
my legs first, to clean up the pee splash, and then wiped around the head
of my penis thoroughly.  Luckily, I was able to keep myself from getting
aroused.  She unclipped the leash and removed the collar.

   "Ok, bed time.  You did OK today, so you can sleep on the couch tonight.
But don't think I won't make you sleep in the back yard if you upset me. 
Also, I can't have you masturbating yourself and staining mom's couch so
you're going to be restrained at night." She directed me to lay down on the
couch and left the room.

   She came back with a shackling harness that had cuffs in 4 corners.  She
cuffed two of them to the legs of the couch and had me put my hands near my
head where she attached the other two.

   She sat on the couch next to me and leaned over.  She squeezed my
package gently and kissed me on the lips before saying "Sleep tight."

   Day 2

   I slept poorly that night, worried about how things were going and what
might await me tomorrow.  I awoke around 6am to feel a small hand around my
dick.

   Cara sat on the couch in her PJs watching cartoons on TV.  At the same
time, she was absent-mindedly played with my dick; occasionally stroking it
and running her fingernails across my sack.  I was rock hard, of course,
but Cara didn't comment on it.

   After fifteen minutes of alternating manipulations I was getting close
to cumming, but bit my lower lip hard to control myself.  Cara apparently
felt me quaking a bit and looked at me.  "You better not cum.  Heather will
be mad you know."

   She returned to watching TV but kept stroking me.

   "Please, Cara, may I cum?" I asked.

   "No!  You're not going to make a mess on the couch!" she stated firmly.
She continued fondling me.

   "Please, I can't hold it!" I begged.

   "I told you no!" she shouted.

   Finally I couldn't help myself and came in a torrent straight up.  Most
fell onto my stomach, but a several shots covered Cara's hand and forearm.
She stopped stroking and gave me a dirty look.  "Gross!  You nasty boy! 
What did I tell you!"

   She took her cum covered hand and shoved it in my face, wiping it off on
my cheek.  She got up and washed herself at the kitchen sink.  She still
left me handcuffed to the couch, with cum drying on my stomach, legs, and,
thanks to her, face.  Cara sat back down and returned to watching TV as if
nothing had transpired.

   Heather awoke and came in a while later.  She asked how I slept but I
didn't have a chance to answer as she suddenly noticed the cum all over me.

   "What's the meaning of this?" she demanded.

   "Cara was masturbating me and I couldn't help it!  I'm sorry!" I spurted
out, wiping some of the cum on my lips off on my forearm as best I could..

   "Cara, is that true?" she asked.

   Cara confirmed that she did play with me but she did not give me
permission to cum.  In fact, she expressly forbade it.

   "Well, I guess you like having that butt-plug rammed up you, eh?"she
stated.  I groaned inwardly.

   She left the room and returned with that hated instrument.

   "Roll him over, Cara" she said.

   Without preamble she spread my cheeks and pushed the butt-plug back in
forcefully.  I grunted loudly.  "Serves you right," Heather said with a
slap on my ass cheek.

   Heather then uncuffed me and told me to go clean the cum off myself and
return to her.

   Back in the living room, she told me I could use the bathroom today if I
wanted but with a catch - I would get an enema afterward to clean me out.
It was now full daylight so I had no desire to take a shit in her backyard
in full view of everyone.  I reluctantly agreed.

   She directed me to go shower, shave my crotch again, and use the
bathroom after which time I was to get down on all fours in the bathroom
and call her.  She told me I could temporarily remove the plug and leave it
in the sink after cleaning it.

   I did as she directed, showering as slowly as I thought I could get away
with without angering her before assuming the position as instructed.  I
called out and said I was ready.

   Heather returned with a large bowl and what looked like a turkey baster.
She filled the bowl with water in the sink and knelt down behind me.

   I watched over my shoulder as she lubricated the baster with vaseline
and drew a load of water into it.  I felt the baster touch my asshole and
stay there a second.  We waited for me to relax my sphincter before pushing
it into me.  It wasn't as large as the butt-plug, and I felt the warm water
start to flow into me.  "When I pull out the baster, you better close tight
and not spill any," she cautioned.

   Eight times she filled the baster and returned it to my ass to push more
water in.  At first, I didn't really notice the fluid, but after the fourth
one my gut started to gurgle and cramp.  Finally, she reached up to the
sink and grabbed the plug which she pushed into me last.  My groan as she
pushed it in could probably have been heard down the street.

   I was full and bloated.  I could feel the water sloshing in my bowels.
Heather told me to stand up and come out into the kitchen.

   I waddled out into the kitchen and Heather told me I had to hold the
enema in for thirty minutes to really clean myself out.  I groaned audibly
and Heather said sharply "I can make it an hour if you'd prefer," and I
shook my head violently.  "No, thirty minutes is fine," I said.

   She smiled, and said "Good.  In the meantime, I'm going to take a
shower. You can do the dishes from yesterday." And with that, she walked
towards her bedroom.

   I went to the sink and tried to ignore the cramping in my gut, as well
as my stretched asshole.  Shortly after I started the dishes, however, Cara
came over and stood next to me.  I stopped cleaning for a moment, but Cara
told me to keep working.

   She seemed fascinated by my swollen belly.  She poked it which caused me
to moan a bit and she giggled.  "You look like a piggy!" she said,
laughing.

   I continued washing and I felt her hand on my ass, touching the
butt-plug.  I had mixed feelings; One part of me hoped she would yank it
out so I could get some relief, while the other part of me dreaded the
punishment that would surely ensue if she did.  She ended up just tapping
it lightly which caused little tremors inside me and I had to steady myself
on the counter when she decided to rotate it a little.  Worse, the feeling
of the plug moving inside me was getting me hard despite my best efforts.
Cara wasn't making it easy to ignore.

   Heather came back out and saw her manipulating the plug and laughed.  "I
see you two are having fun!" she said.

   "You should hear the noises he's making!" Cara exclaimed.

   "I have no doubt!" Heather said back, still laughing.  She then looked
down and noticed I had gotten erect again.  She reached out and flicked my
penis.  "I see you still can't keep yourself under control.  I think we'll
have to try something different," she said, without elaboration.

   She looked up at the clock and said "Ok, time's up.  You can head into
the bathroom."

   I didn't need to be told twice and went straight in.  She told me to
kneel and lean over the bathtub.  She put her hand on the plug and spoke
sternly.  "I'm going to pull out the plug slowly.  You better hold
everything in until I tell you to get up and sit on the toilet.  If you
leak and make a mess, you will regret it." I didn't doubt that for a second
and held my breath.

   Slowly she started pulling on the plug and I felt my ass expanding again
as it was removed.  It plopped out and I used all of my will and strength
to clench and hold everything inside.

   "Ok, you can relieve yourself" Heather said.

   I pushed myself up and onto the toilet.  The bowels emptied instantly in
a loud rush of liquid.  I groaned in relief and panted.

   Heather put a finger under my chin and lifted my face to look up at
hers.

   "Remember, I control everything about you for this week."

   "I know" I said, still panting a bit.

   She kissed me on the cheek and told me to clean up and come back out
into the living room.

   I met them both in the living room and saw that Heather had moved two
kitchen table chairs into the middle of it.  She directed me to sit down on
one of them, which I did.

   She handcuffed both of my ankles to the chair legs and then had me put
both hands behind the chair, which she also cuffed.

   "Since you seem to have trouble keeping your manhood under control, Cara
and I talked and decided it must be because you balls are too full," she
said, and reached between my legs and patted my sack.  Cara giggled again.

   "So, I've decided to put Cara in charge of fixing that problem.  She's
going to take care of you and ensure that you are fully drained."

   Cara sat down on the chair next to me, and Heather left for a minute
before returning with a bottle of baby oil and several towels.

   She set one towel down on the floor in front of me, between my legs, and
draped the others on the back of Cara's chair.  She lifted my testicles and
placed a facecloth underneath them.  She then handed Cara the baby oil and
went to sit down on the couch.

   Cara smiled at me and spoke in a soothing voice.

   "Ok, Aaron.  Heather explained to me that boys have trouble controlling
their penises when they see pretty girls and when girls touch them down
there.  She also said that when sperm builds up in there" - she pointed at
my crotch - " that boys need help from us girls to empty them, so I
understand why you squirted on my hand this morning and I forgive you. You
have my permission to get hard, and you have my permission to cum whenever
you need to, OK?.  Let's get going."

   She opened the bottle of oil and squirted some liberally on my crotch
before setting the bottle down on the floor on the side of the chair. 
Heather was absently flipping through a magazine on the couch.

   Cara placed her hand around my penis which was already rock hard and
worked in the baby oil everywhere with her other hand.  She wasted no time
and started stroking vigorously.  Her other hand took up fondling my balls.

   In only a couple of minutes I felt orgasm building up and I started to
squirm a bit.

   "It's OK," Cara said in response to my movements "just let it go
whenever you want."

   And I did, cum shooting out several inches, hitting the towel
strategically placed between my legs.  I'd already cum that morning and
twice yesterday, so it wasn't my most impressive blast, but messy
nonetheless.  After a couple of spurts, it trickled down onto Cara's hand
and the facecloth.  I breathed heavily for a moment and Cara pulled her
hand away once my cum stopped flowing.

   Cara smiled broadly and said "Good boy!" as she wiped her hand off on
one of the spare towels.  "That's one down, just four more to go." What did
she say?  Heather must have seen my expression, because she was grinning
broadly and said "I told you we'd fix that problem, didn't I?"

   I was allotted a ten minute break after which Cara reached over and
started again.  It took her a little while this time, but her little hand
started to get me hard again.  After about five more minutes, she had me
was shooting again, though this time the spurt just reached the edge of the
chair.  It hang at the edge and dripped down to the floor.  Exhausted, I
relaxed into my bonds and closed my eyes for a minute.

   I opened them again when I felt Cara kissing my lips.  She pulled back
and smiled.  "Doesn't this feel good?" she asked.  She didn't wait for a
reply before saying "I'm so glad I can help you." She seemed quite sincere
too.

   Another break, and she began again.  By this time I was starting to get
a little raw despite heavy lubrication, and it took her quite a bit longer
to get me hard again, but finally she did and after a while I came again,
this time just a little squirt.

   On the fourth time, Cara couldn't seem to get me aroused no matter what
she did (it was now actually painful, even with the baby oil) and she asked
Heather for help.

   Heather came over and said "Let's see what we can do about this."

   Heather pulled off her t-shirt to expose her big, generous boobs.  She
straddled my lap and pushed her breasts to my face, shoving one nipple to
my mouth.

   "Suck it," she commanded, and I did as instructed.  Cara continued to
fondle my package, trying to get a response but with only minimal success.

   Heather than pulled her nipple back and rubbed her boobs on both sides
of my face while writhing her hips against my lap.  Finally, Cara yelled
"it's working!" as I started to get hard again.  Heather slid off of me and
told her I was probably getting sore down there to which I confirmed I was,
so she told Cara to play with just the very head of my penis.

   Cara did, working her fingers around the head in a screwing type motion,
at Heather's direction, which caused me to tremble.  Heather reached down
and took over rolling my balls in her hand while Cara continued her motions
on the head.  I closed my eyes and imagined Heather's nude body trying to
work myself up so this would be over.  Finally, out came one small,
pathetic load..

   "Almost there," Cara cooed "just one more time!"

   "I can't" I moaned.

   Cara rubbed my back and said "Sure you can!  We'll help you."

   After my break, Heather came back over and straddled me again, but this
time to no avail.  Even the head of my cock was sore now.  After several
minutes of nothing, Heather slid back off and ordered me to raise up my
hips.

   I did so, as best as I could given my cuffing and Heather squirted some
oil onto her hand.  She then took her index finger and pushed it into my
ass.  Holding it there, Cara reached over and started rubbing me again. 
Heather then started fucking my ass with her finger at the same time.  Once
she got all the way in, she bent her finger a bit and located my prostate.
Cara made a face at seeing Heather put her finger into me.

   "That's gross!" she exclaimed.

   "Not really, the enema I gave him today cleaned him right out.  Guys
have a sensitive spot inside their bums that makes them hard when it's
rubbed, so that's what I'm working on now."

   After a few minutes of this, I started to get hard yet again despite the
ache down below and eventually I started to cum a final time, but virtually
nothing would come out now.  Heather still had her finger buried all the
way in my ass.

   I slumped down in exhaustion, sore and drained.  Heather withdrew her
finger and went to the kitchen to wash her hand.  Cara just stared at me.

   Heather lifted my chin again and said "There we go, I think you'll have
no trouble keeping that under control now, will you?" she asked.

   "No, Heather," I said softly.

   "Good.  Now thank Cara for making you cum."

   "Thank you, Cara" I said.

   Heather slapped my face.  "What kind of thank you was that?  Say to her:
'Thank you Cara, for making me cum over and over again."

   "Thank you Cara, for making me cum over and over again" I repeated.

   Cara smiled and hugged me, saying "You're welcome.  I'll help you drain
your balls anytime!  It was fun!" I disagreed but certainly didn't say so.
Cara kissed me on the cheek.

   Heather uncuffed me and said I had thirty minutes to recuperate on the
couch before I had to get back to chores.

   My break was over in a heart beat and Heather told me today was bathroom
cleaning day.

   First, I had to clean up the mess in the living room between the chairs
and the towels.  After that, she brought me a small pail and some cleaning
supplies.

   I spent most of the day cleaning.  Throughout the day, both Heather and
Cara came in and checked my soft penis to see how I was doing.  I winched
at even their lightest touch.

   "Good to see are keeping it down like you are supposed to," Heather
said, rubbing my ass gently.

   After making supper, Heather brought me back out on the leash to go to
the bathroom in the back yard.  While I squatted down, a little girl next
door was in her backyard playing and saw me.  She just stared at me and
then went running back inside the house.  Shit.

   Heather laughed and brought me back in, cleaning me up with the wipes
again.

   No nosy neighbors showed up to complain about my backyard nudity, so I
guessed I was safe.

   We all sat on the couch for the remainder of the night and relaxed in
front of the television.  Thankfully, no further exercises were required of
my sore member.

   Bedtime came and Heather again cuffed me as before.  This time, however,
I fell asleep immediately and didn't wake up until the next morning.



   Day 3

   I awoke with a pressure on my chest.  I opened my eyes to see Heather
straddling my chest.  She's was naked from the waist down.  I looked and saw that she'd shaved her pussy bare and was looking down at me, smiling.

   "I'm horny," she said bluntly.  Cara was sitting on the floor and
laughed.  Heather continued.

   "It occurred to me this morning that you've gotten to cum whole bunches
of times" - did I ever!  - " and here I was thinking of touching myself
when I have a perfectly good boy here to take care of my needs.  So start
eating!"

   She wiggled forward until her pussy lips were on my mouth.  I opened up
and started licking.  I couldn't hold her lips apart since I was still
cuffed, so I had to stretch my tongue as far as I could, poking it into her
pussy.  I jabbed in and out for almost a minute, and Heather started
rocking back and forth.  I then started licking slowly up and down the
outside, tasting her juices which were flowing profusely.  Heather could
tell I was struggling to get my tongue in.

   "Cara, can you my vagina open for Aaron?" she asked.

   Cara said OK, and got up onto her knees next to the couch.  She gingerly
took one lip in each hand and spread them apart.

   I started working my tongue in deeper and Heather moaned in delight.  I
soon found her clit and moved my focus over to it.  First I worked on it in
short jabs, then ran my tongue around it in a circle.  Over and over, I
repeated the motions, and Heather started to moan loudly.  She put her
hands up to her breasts and began pinching her nipples as she rubbed her
soaking wet pussy against my mouth.  Finally she screamed as her body
arched back as her orgasm surged through her.  I continued my relentless
assault on her clit though, for another minute..  Wave after wave of
pleasure rocked through her body until finally she fell back away from my
face.  Cara released her lips and Heather continued to moan for another
minute before sliding off of me entirely.  At that time, I wondered briefly
if any neighbours had heard the screaming.  I hoped that they tended to mind
their business in that neighbourhood.

   The next thing I knew, Cara was sliding off her pajama bottoms and she
scooted up on top of me.

   She made no comment, but slid her bald pussy right up against my face,
just as Heather did.  I started by brushing my tongue against her small
lips and she gave a short "ooh!", surprised by the sensation.

   I jabbed in and out of her pussy and she let out a low moan.  She pushed
forward further and her crotch was covering my entire face.  Heather
apparently saw me struggle a bit and intervened, pushing her sister back to
prevent me from suffocating.  Cara had closed her eyes and was startled by
her sister's hands on her stomach.  She looked down and saw why her sister
was moving her, and said "Oh, Aaron, I'm so sorry!"

   I mumbled into her vagina, "It's OK", which caused Heather to laugh. 
She reached over and spread her sister's pussy apart, just as Cara had done
for her.  I went back to work and, like Heather, I soon moved in on Cara's
clit.

   The feeling seemed to go through her like an electric jolt.  Up and down
I went over her clit and her body rocked hard on my chest in time to the
movements.  Each swipe caused an "UH" to be uttered and Cara held on to the
arm of the couch behind me for stability.

   Within minutes she tensed up and cried out (though less loudly than
Heather) as her whole body convulsed with her orgasm.  Unlike Heather, Cara
backed away immediately and dropped to my chest where she quaked and moaned
as waves of pleasure continued to rip through her.

   "Oh, that was wonderful," she said in a dreamy tone.  "Ohhh."

   Heather went around to the end of the couch and uncuffed me.  Cara slid
down off me onto the floor and sat with her eyes closed, holding herself
and smiling.

   "How did those pussies taste?" Heather asked.

   "Good," I said, "delicious even."

   "Good!  That's what we want to hear.  Your tongue is incredible, you
know" she said.

   "Thank you."

   "And I noticed that you're still soft down there.  I take it that Cara's
exercise program on your cock yesterday has helped?"

   It was still quite sore, but I simply said, "Yes, thank you."

   "Very good," she said, cupping my crotch.  "Go take a shower, use the
bathroom, then assume the position for your next enema."

   I groaned inwardly, but went and did as I was told.

   This time, Cara came in with her carrying the bowl and baster.

   Heather instructed Cara on lubing up the baster and filling it with the
warm water.  Cara inserted it rather roughly into my ass and I sucked in
air sharply and winced.

   "Easy there girl!" Heather exclaimed.  "You go much farther in and
you'll tickle his tonsils!"

   "Oh, I'm sorry!" Cara said and she withdrew the instrument a bit.

   "It's OK," I croaked.

   Once again, I felt the warm water flow into my bottom.  I made sure to
pinch closed after each removal of the baster.

   After all eight tube fulls, Heather showed Cara how to push the
butt-plug back in.  They both chose to ignore my moan.

   "All set!" she said, patting me on the back.

   Once again, I set about doing chores, this time cleaning bedrooms. 
Heather had to leave for a bit and told me Cara was in charge.  She would
remove the plug and let me expel the enema after I had finished.

   I made the beds in each room and Cara followed me around alternating
between rubbing my ass, tweaking the plug, and patting my crotch.  Several
times I doubled over a bit from the cramps and had to steady myself on
either the bed or dresser in the room.  Cara asked what was wrong.

   "The water inside me causes my gut to ache," I managed.

   "Oh, I see," Cara said softly.  An hour in I was still cleaning the
house and Cara noticed my frown at the clock.  I still had a ways to go. 
She must have taken pity on me because she announced that my time was up.

   She led me to the bathroom and had me lean over the tub again.  She
knelt on the side of me and braced herself on my back before saying "Ok,
get ready, Aaron."

   I held my breath as she grasped the base of the plug and started to
slowly pull out.  I gasped as it came loose and I squeezed tight.  Cara
tossed the plug into the sink and told me I could get up.

   I jumped on to the toilet and released all the fluid inside me in a loud
rush.  Cara just stood and watched.  She put a hand over her face and said
"Nasty!"

   She waved her hand in the air and told me to wash the butt plug before I
left.

   Back in the living room, she told me to finish cleaning the rooms before
Heather came home.

   Forty-five minutes later, all of the bedrooms were complete.  I went
back out into the living room and Cara told me to come sit down next to her
on the couch.  She put her arms around me and leaned in to kiss me long on
the lips.  She then ran her hand through my hair, ruffling it.

   "You are very cute, you know," she said, running her hand over my chest.

   "You are too," I agreed, not sure what else to say.

   "What does it feel like, having that plug up your butt?" she asked,
still hugging me.

   "Um, it feels funny, but doesn't really hurt.  It makes you feel full
and feels funny when I walk around," I replied.  "Sometimes it moves inside
me and makes me hard, like Heather explained."

   Cara was silent for a moment and then said, "I don't want your thing up
there because I think it would hurt, but I want you to put your finger up
my bum."

   She stripped off her clothes, and pulled her feet up onto the couch,
exposing her young pussy and ass.  I went over and picked up the bottle of
baby oil across the room (it never went very far) and squirted some into
both hands and knelt down in front of Cara.

   I worked the baby oil into her vagina and then between her ass cheeks. I
took the bottle and squirted a little more directly onto her hole.

   I teased across her butthole with my index finger, working it back and
forth a few times, over and over again.  Cara had her eyes closed and was
biting her lower lip, apparently bracing herself for the entry.  Finally, I
stopped moving my finger and simply pressed it on her sphincter and left it
there for a second before slowly driving it into her which made her gasp.

   I stopped at the first knuckle and rotated it slightly, which made her
wiggle a bit, but she stayed put.  I asked if it felt good, and she said
softly "It does.  Keep going, slow though."

   I drove in, slowly as requested, until my finger was buried fully in her
bottom.  Again, I rotated it a little left to right which drew a low moan
of pleasure from her.  Then, I pulled out until it was almost free before
slowly driving back in.  "Mmmmmm" was all I got in reply.

   For about a minute I slowly fucked her ass with my finger, in and out,
in and out, when I noticed her pussy starting to glisten with moisture. 
With my free hand, I spread her pussy lips and found her clit, which I
brushed across.

   She cried "oooh!" and jumped a little, but she couldn't move far with
the finger on my other hand still firmly lodged in her ass.  Her eyes
opened and she looked down to see what I was doing, but said nothing and
closed them again.

   I started rubbing across her little nub, occasionally leaning over to
brush it with my tongue, while continuing to slowly finger her tight
bottom. After only a few minutes of this, her whole body stretched and she
cried out as she came hard, and I felt her ass tighten around my finger.

   I stopped moving my finger, but kept rubbing her clit, which caused moan
after moan of orgasm to surge through her.  I felt her muscles continue to
contract over and over until finally she lapsed in exhaustion.  At that
point, I slowly released her labia and retracted my finger from her butt.
She just lay there for a minute sighing deeply.  She slowly rocked forward
and back, eyes still closed.

   Finally, she opened her eyes and leaned over and kissed me, throwing her
arms around my neck to hug me.  "That was awesome!  You're incredible!" she
declared.

   I smiled back to her.  "Thank you.  I'm glad it felt good.".

   She looked down and noticed I had become erect at some point while
pleasuring her.  I froze for a second, worried about punishment and she
must have seen me tense up.  "It's OK," she said, "I'm not going to punish
you after doing such a good job.  You can leave it hard like that.  In
fact, Heather should be home soon.  Go wait by the door for her and show it
off to her.  Maybe we can do something about it when she gets back," she
said, smiling brightly.

   I did as instructed and Heather came up to the door, seeing my hard cock
pointing in her direction and laughed.

   Coming inside, she asked what this was doing, aimed at her, and she
flicked my cock with her finger, but Cara spoke up before I could say
anything.

   "I got him hard while he worked his fingers into my slit and my butt
today, so I told him he could leave it like that for you since he did such
a good job." She then waved Heather over, and whispered in her ear.

   Heather smiled and said, "Sounds good to me."

   Heather instructed me to make dinner for them.  We ate mostly in silence
and the girls went into the living room while I cleaned up the dishes.

   "Aaron, come out here when you're finished."

   I did as I was told and found Heather naked and laying on her back on
the floor.  A pillow was wedged underneath her back.  Cara sat on her heels
on the floor next to her, equally naked.

   "Cara thinks you needed a reward for the great jobs you've done making
us cum, so come on" she said, tapping her thigh, "come fuck me."

   I was still a bit sore, but I was horny enough not to care at this
point. I knelt down in between her legs, spreading them with my hands.  I
touched her pussy and found in it dripping wet.  I lined up and had no
trouble pushing into her.  Cara watched for a few moments before
disappearing behind me.  I felt her small hands grasp my testicles which
made me jump a bit and Heather laughed.  "Don't break stride, boy!" she
said,

   I continued plowing into Heather and then started rubbing her clit with
one hand.  She rocked on the floor and moaned softly.  Cara continued
rubbing my sack, and then I felt her spread my ass cheeks with her other
hand.  The hand on my balls retreated and I felt the now familiar pressure
of the vibrator at my rear entrance.  A moment later, she started working
it into me.

   Once she had it fully inserted, she turned it on and it began vibrating.
Cara began moving it in and out in time to my thrusts into Heather and her
other hand released my cheeks and went back to rubbing my sack.

   I found it tough to maintain my rhythm.  I shoved into Heather's mound
while rubbing her clit with Cara shoving the vibrator in and out of my ass
distracting me from behind.  But I labored on nonetheless..

   Even in spite of my milking the day before, it didn't take long before I
felt my arousal growing.  I picked up the pace and Heather cried out as she
started to cum, The feeling of her pussy walls closing around my dick
pushed me over the edge and I came into her hot tunnel.

   He fell forward a bit and supported myself with my hands on either side
of Heather.  I panted for a minute; Heather simply stared up at me, smiling
and stretching.

   Cara slowly slid out the vibrator and switched it off before saying
"Wow, that was cool."

   We all just lay around for about fifteen minutes before pulling
ourselves together.  Heather leaned over and kissed me long and hard, her
tongue slipping through my lips a bit.  "You did great tonight," she
whispered.

   After composing ourselves, we all went and got cleaned up.  I still
wasn't shooting much as a result of the milking, so Heather didn't have
much to clean out, but we were all still sweaty and reeking of sex. 
Heather, Cara, and myself all squeezed together into the shower, laughing.

   I rubbed Heather down with a facecloth all over, focusing on her vagina
of course.  Finally, she had to say "I'm pretty sure it's clean!"

   Cara wiped me down from behind and made sure she squirted some liquid
soap between my ass cheeks and worked it in with her own facecloth.  She
pushed her hand deep inside and even worked a cloth covered finger into my
butt.  Her other hand reached around and rubbed soap into my crotch.  I
don't think she was really trying to clean me so much as fondle me, but
then again I was doing mostly the same thing to Heather, so I guess it all
evened out.

   After making sure Heather was spotless, I turned around and cleaned
Cara's small body.  She made sure she spread her legs wide to allow me easy
access, and I made sure to clean her as thoroughly as I had Heather, which
she seemed to appreciate.  Heather finally had to call a halt to things as
the hot water was starting to run out.

   Bedtime came around, and Cara and Heather got me bound up on the couch
again.

   Heather looked down at me with a smile.

   "Get your rest tonight," she said, "I have friends coming over
tomorrow."

   Day 4

   I woke up at around 6 am on my own, alone this morning.  It gave me time
to ponder what I might be in for.  Heather's mention of "friends" didn't
sit well with me.  I really didn't want more people involved than
necessary, but I didn't really have much say in the matter either.

   Heather came out at about 7 o'clock, and she smiled and said "Good
morning." She came and sat down on the couch next to me.  She made no
effort to remove my cuffs.  My wrists were getting a bit chaffed from
sleeping with them every night, but didn't complain aloud.  She had never
closed them any tighter than necessary and presently the harness had enough
slack that I was able to keep them next to me without losing circulation,
so I figured I should be grateful for the little favors.

   "I wanted to talk to you about today.  I expect you to obey my friends
just as you are expected to obey me, but I will set some limits.  No one
will be allowed to physically harm or hurt you, but things may be
unpleasant and uncomfortable.  Also, no one will be allowed to take any
photos at all" - thank God for that!  - " and I'll make sure that neither
Cara nor I uses your real name.  For the rest of the day you're going to be
Joe.  You can't really say no of course, but I would rather you cooperate
somewhat willingly so I figured I'd grant you those concessions.  Sound
fair?"

   I said it was, and thanked her for forbidding photos.  I really didn't
want any more evidence than already existed.  She smiled and laid her hand
on my cock.  "No masturbating for you today; I want you to be fully loaded
for when everyone shows up."

   She uncuffed me and allowed me to use the bathroom with no enema today.
I then made breakfast for her and Cara who stumbled out of her bedroom
shortly thereafter.

   I showered and shaved my pubic hair again at Heather's reminder.  She
then had me stand in the living room and started rubbing my soft cock until
it became rock hard.  Once it was, she reached into her pocket and pulled
out a cock ring which she slid into position to the base.  She smiled at it
and told me her friends would want to see it its full glory.  She then told
me I could hang in the living room until everyone showed up, which I did,
with my trapped hard-on raging.



   About ten o'clock, a car pulled up into the driveway.  Four teenaged
girls, all around Heather's (real) age, exited and walked up to the house.
Heather instructed me to go to the door and greet them.

   I opened both doors, erection pointing out into the open air and
all four girls gasped a bit, with one girl stumbling slightly at the sight
of my naked body in full display to everyone in the neighbourhood. 
Fortunately, they kept walking and I only had to stay in view for a few
moments.  I stood aside and said hello to them.

   "Girls, this is Joe," Heather announced as I closed the door and sighed
in relief.  "He's going to be our party favor today," at which point all
the girls started laughing.

   "It looks like he's sure up for it!" one girl stated.

   She had short brown hair, and wore glasses.  She was about 4' 10" and
average sized.  A set of modest, but decent breasts filled out a burgundy
colored sweater.  She gave me a smirk as she glanced at my cock.  Heather
introduced her as Amber.

   The next girl was Tricia.  She was quite tall, almost my height at about
5' 10".  She was very skinny and had long blond hair.  She wore a tight
crème colored blouse.  She had no chest at all.  She was almost unable to
make eye contact and was clearly uncomfortable.  Her eyes shot down to my
crotch and then immediately looked elsewhere.  She gave me a token smile,
shook my hand, and moved away.

   After her was Cindy.  Cindy stood about 5' 5", had long brown hair, and
was quite plump.  She looked to weigh about 180 or so.  She gave me a nasty
sneer.

   The last girl was Sandra.  She had red hair, shoulder length, and was
about the same height as Cindy, and she was curvy, but not heavy.  She had
an enormous set of tits bulging underneath a plain blue T-shirt.  "I'm up
here," she said with a grin, having caught me staring.  In spite of my
rampant and constant humiliation, getting caught checking out her chest
caused me to blush.  Sandra didn't seemed bothered by it though as she wore
a huge, warm smile.

   "He's definitely a breast man!" Heather informed her.

   Heather stood next to me and addressed them.

   "Girls, Joe here has generously volunteered" - HA!  I thought to myself
- "to entertain us today.  The only rules are, no photos and no injuries."
There brought a lot of laughing and cheering.  Heather left and returned
with the two mystery bags and the box that she had purchased on the first
day, and left them on the floor out of my line of sight.  I had a suspicion
that there was nothing in them that I was going to like.

   "Who wants to check him out first?" Heather asked.

   Sandra stepped forward immediately and stood in front of me, grinning
broadly.

   Without a word, she reached her hand between my legs and cupped my
balls, rolling them slowly in her fingers.  Her other hand reached behind
me and rubbed my ass cheek lightly.  She did this for about thirty seconds
before suddenly slapping my ass hard while still holding my crotch.  I
jumped and let out a little yelp.  Tricia had a look of shock on her face.
Amber was smiling and Cindy still hadn't lost her sneer.

   Heather just watched and laughed.  "All right, take turns.  Tricia, you
go next." Sandra made a pouty face and released me.

   Tricia suddenly looked scared and hesitated, unmoving.  I felt a little
bad for her and said to her, "It's OK, I don't bite." Heather said from
behind me, "unless you want him to!" and the other three girls burst out
laughing.

   Tricia slowly moved in front of me and just looked, apparently unsure of
what to do.  Heather sighed and walked next to her and grabbed her hand
which she placed on top of my cock.  Tricia tried to pull away, but Heather
held her hand steady.  She looked even more frightened and asked "What if..
if he..  ejaculates?"

   "He won't," Heather replied "See the cock ring at the base?  It keeps
him from getting soft, and keeps him from cumming.  No mess, no fuss!"

   Tricia seemed a little relieved at that revelation and grasped her hand
around my dick a little tighter.  Her hand was bony, like the rest of her,
but I wasn't about to complain.  She very slowly and tentatively stroked up
and down, but much too slowly to have much effect on me.  I just stood
there patiently until Heather called time.  "You next, Cindy."

   Tricia backed away in a hurry, relieved.

   Cindy strode over confidently, and she had an nasty grin on her face.  I
had the impression she didn't like guys much and suspected that wasn't
going to bode well for me today.

   She grabbed my balls roughly and I screamed in pain.  Heather spoke
sharply and said "No damaging the equipment!  We've just started here!"
Cindy looked over at Heather and said "Sorry," without much sincerity.  She
did loosen her grip though.

   With her other hand, she flicked my penis back and forth a few times,
and then walked around behind me.

   She grasped my ass cheeks with both hands and leaned in close to my ear
and whispered "I'm going to have fun with this ass today." She squeezed my
cheeks hard and then kicked my legs apart.  She gave my sack a whack that
was reminiscent of the swatter and made me groan.  Heather broke things up
and told Amber to take her turn.  Cindy backed away reluctantly.

   Amber came up to me and rubbed her fingernails across my sack.  "How
come he doesn't have any hair?" she asked as if I wasn't standing directly
in front of her.  Heather replied simply "I make him keep them shaved." Amber
stated "I like it this way.  I'm going to have to make my boyfriend shave
his too.  I love that look."

   She then circled my penis in her grip and started stroking firmly.  She
spoke into my face, but still spoke about me in the third person.

   "It must be very frustrating for him to have to wear that cock ring,"
she said, still stroking hard.  I could feel myself building up. 
"Especially with me playing with his cock like this and all these pretty
girls around him.  Especially Sandra and that her incredible rack of hers,"
she said, with a nod in Sandra's direction, never breaking eye contact with
me.

   She continued for another three minutes.  "I'm sure he must be getting
close by now," she said, and indeed I was.  My body was trembling a little.
She had clearly exceeded her allotted time, but Heather made no effort to
shut her off.

   "There, there, just let it go," she cooed.  Finally I felt my cock try
to spasm, but it was restrained by the ring tightly grasping the base of my
it.  I moaned loudly in frustration as the orgasm subsided, unfilled.

   "Ooooh...." she said, putting her hand to the side of my face, "nothing
but blanks.  That really is quite a shame." She patted my cheek lightly. 
"Maybe if he's a good boy, we can right that wrong later today."

   Heather who grinned from ear to ear.  "Who wants him to eat their
pussy?"

   Amber answered immediately.  She still stood in front of me and purred
like a cat."That sounds delightful.  My boyfriend hates eating me out," she
said.

   Heather told her to strip off her pants and sit on the couch.  Amber
slipped out of her jeans with no hesitation whatsoever.  Her pink panties
followed right after and I noted that they had a very visible wet spot in
the middle.  She sat on the couch and spread her legs wide.  I knelt down
in between and moved in to her smooth, beautiful pussy.  Heather went and
whispered conspiratorially to the other girls.

   There was no question that Amber was aroused - her pussy was dripping
wet.  She had already closed her eyes and was licking her lips.  I didn't
need an invitation and started licking up and down the outside of her lips.
"Mmmm.." was my reward.

   Sandra sat down on the couch on the side of Amber and watched,
fascinated.  Heather, Cindy, and Tricia were all out of sight behind me.  I
started plunging my tongue into Amber's slit, parting the lips.  More moans
were released.

   Sandra was smiling and commented that I seemed to be a good pussy
licker. Amber said in a gasping voice "Oh God, is he ever!" She reached out
with her hands and pushed my head in closer.

   I then rested myself on the edge of the couch so I could use my hands to
open her pussy apart, and started grazing over her clit which caused her to
spasm like a shock went through her.  Sandra put her hand on the back of my
neck and stroked it in time with the motions on Amber's clit.

   Amber was moaning loudly now, and I saw Tricia had moved to the side to
watch the show.  I had now starting encircling her clit with my tongue and
her body was rocking hard on the couch with each movement.

   Before long, Amber's back arched up and she let out a cry as she came
hard.  Both of her legs started pressing the sides of my head as the wave
of orgasm rolled over her, one after another.

   "Don't strangle him!" Sandra cautioned, laughing.  Amber released her
grip on me in response, just a bit, but I was still working on her and she
continued to cum.

   Finally, drained, she relaxed onto the couch and moaned softly, eyes
still closed.

   Sandra stood up and said "I definitely need a piece of that action," and
started removing her shorts.

   She slid down her panties, then paused for a second, and removed her top
also exposing her gigantic breasts (she hadn't been wearing a bra, I saw.)
They were just as beautiful as I had imagined.  She smiled down at me.  "I
wanted to give you something to work for.  If you do good, maybe I'll let
you touch them!" she said, giggling, and sat down on the couch next to the
still relaxing Amber.

   She spread her legs and patted her thigh saying "Up boy!"

   I slid over to her and started just as I'd had with Amber, noting that
her pussy wasn't quite as moist, and she had a surprisingly bushy mound,
but she was still ready to go.

   I started licking her outer lips, repeating my process when I heard
Cindy speak from behind me.  "Can I do it now?"

   Heather said "Yes, but go easy!  And you have to lube him first."

   I started to lift my head, but Sandra pushed it back down and said
"Uh-uh."

   Amber had opened her eyes and was looking over my shoulder and was
smiling, but said nothing.

   I felt two hands (Heather's?) spreading my ass checks and then they
layered my asshole in Vaseline.  I had a suspicion of what was to come and
sighed to myself, but kept up working on Sandra's slit.  I was now driving
my tongue deep into her cunt when I felt the firm pressure on my asshole. I
could see Tricia out of the corner of my eye staring towards my ass,
wide-eyed, and heard her say "Oh my God!"

   I grunted as something massive was shoved deep into my ass by Cindy. I
gasped a bit and stopped licking for a moment which made Sandra open her
eyes and say "Keep going!"

   I went back to work and moved up to her clit as Cindy started to slide
the object out, almost removing it, before driving it back in to the hilt,
making me grunt again.  I would discover later that the mystery object was
a gigantic black dildo.  Why do they always have to be black?

   "Easy girl!" Heather said.

   Cindy stopped moving the dildo, leaving it all the way in and leaned
over next to my head where she spoke into my ear "How do you like being
fucked in the ass?" I wasn't required to answer as my mouth was still busy
pleasuring Sandra.  I don't think she really cared whether I liked it or not
anyways.  Cindy retreated back and began moving the dildo in and out again,
though less forcefully this time.  My hard-on was still raging of course
and was really becoming painfully uncomfortable, but there wasn't much I
could do about it.

   Amber was idly playing with my hair as she watched me work Sandra's
clit. Her other hand absently stroked her still naked and wet pussy. 
"Isn't it wonderful?" she said to Sandra.  Sandra didn't reply, as she was
lost in her own world as my tongue drove into her again and again.

   Sandra then suddenly tensed as her orgasm hit, and Cindy plowed the
dildo all the way in at the same time, causing me to shove my face hard
into Sandra's crotch.  This served to intensify her orgasm even more as the
stubble on my face rubbed her hypersensitive privates.

   "Ahhh...  oooh!" she cried as she swayed around.  After a couple of
minutes she relaxed and I felt the dildo slide out from inside me.  Cindy
brought it around and held it in front of my face for the first time.  It
was about 7 inches long and and 2 inches thick, and molded in black rubber.
"Did you like my big black cock rammed back there?" she said, with a wicked
grin on her face.  I could tell she was going to be a problem for me.  "I
think I'll take that back, Cindy," I heard Heather say.

   Sandra had composed herself, stood up, and was getting dressed. Amber
continued toying with her exposed pussy.  Heather spoke up and told Tricia
she was next.

   "No, it's OK, I'm good," she said anxiously.

   "You should really try it, Trish!" I heard from the hallway.  Cara was
grinning broadly and had been watching the whole scene from there it
seemed. Heather saw her for the first time too, and ordered her to stay in
her room.  Cara crossed her arms and said "No!"

   "If you don't, I won't let you play with Aaron any more this week,"
Heather threatened.  Cara made a comically large frowny face and stomped
off in a huff.

   Tricia was shaking her head.  I was still kneeling on the floor and said
to her myself, "It's OK, honest, you'll like it," I said, smiling up to
her.

   Tricia went over and whispered into Heather's ear and Heather burst out
laughing.  "How about if we blindfold him?  He's pretty talented with the
tongue, I'm sure he'll figure it out.." It seemed she didn't want me to see
her bare pussy.  Tricia nodded and softly said OK..

   Heather dug in one of the bags and pulled out a blindfold that she put
over my eyes.  I heard rustling near me, presumably Tricia stripping down
and then I heard the couch squeak.  "Damn, Trish, that is a hot looking
snatch!" Amber cried.  I think she was just trying to make me jealous for
being unable to see.

   I felt hands, not sure whose, on my shoulders and they guided me towards
her.  I could smell the scent of her pussy ahead and slowly stuck out my
tongue until I made contact with her peach fuzz.  As soon as I did, she
sucked in air sharply and said "oh!" Really, I'd barely touched her.

   I pushed my tongue further into her to orient myself and she shivered
hard.  I withdrew slightly and started licking up and down gently.  I
placed a kiss onto her mound and someone laughed.  I then went back and
starting jabbing my tongue in and out.

   Meanwhile, I felt hands on my ass again, and someone's finger plunged
into me.  I continued eating Tricia and tried to ignore the distractions
behind me.  Compared to the dildo, the finger was nothing, but whoever it
was was slamming it roughly in and out.

   I moved over to Tricia's clit and she cried out, placing both hands on
my head to brace herself as she jumped slightly.  I waited for her to
settle down, and continued, working her clit for all my worth.  The finger
continued impaling me.  "Damn, Cindy, you're going to sprain a muscle!"
said Sandra.  Well, that answered that question.  What was it with the girl
and my ass?

   Tricia was gyrating wildly as my tongue danced over her sensitive parts.
In no time, she started screaming like a banshee as she climaxed harder
than anyone I had ever seen - well, heard I guess.  She yelled for almost a
minute, during which Cindy stopped her pummeling, though left her finger
embedded.  Even she seemed to be in shock over Tricia's yelling.

   I was still licking when Tricia cried out, between gasps, "Stop, please,
I can't take any more!" I gave a few more token licks for good luck and
withdrew.  Her breathing was so hard I wondered mildly if she was going to
hyperventilate, but she started to calm down.

   "What did you think, Trish?  Best you ever had?" It was Heather who
asked.

   "Oh my God, yes!  I've never felt that before!" she replied.

   "You mean that's the first time I guy ate you out?" Sandra asked.

   Tricia paused a beat, and replied "No, I meant it was the first time I
ever had an orgasm," she said quietly.

   The other girls were all stunned quiet for a moment before all busting
out into laughter.  "Well, I'll bet you'll want them again, eh?" Heather
asked.  "Oh God yes," she said softly.  I felt Tricia slide off the couch
from around me and heard her clothes rustle as, presumably, she redressed.
No one removed my blindfold though.

   "Ok Cindy, break out that dusty twat of yours," said Amber.  It sounded
like she was still on the couch near me, presumably still bottomless.

   "There's no way his tongue is touching my twat," she replied acidly. 
"Give me that over there," she said to someone.

   I felt someone, I assume her, roughly shove me in the back, pushing my
chest down onto the couch.

   The next thing I knew, I heard a swish sound and felt my ass explode in
pain as something crashed into it causing me to scream out.

   I tried to jump up, but Cindy held me down with her weight.  "Just stay
right there" she said.

   I felt her rub something smooth and flat against my ass for a moment,
before it left and crashed into my cheek again.  The fire in my ass was
incredible - the girl clearly had muscles - and I cried out again.

   She paused again, and ran the thin edge of the paddle across my hairless
balls, sending shivers down my spine.  I tensed as the paddle left again,
but the swat never came.  Instead, I heard Heather say "That's enough, I
think, I'll take that back."

   The blindfold was ripped off my face and I was staring into Cindy's who
said "Sting?" She clenched her teeth in a mean grin.  "Back off,
girlfriend," Heather said rather sharply.  Cindy must have noticed it to,
because she moved away immediately.

   Sandra spoke next.  "I'd like to give that cute hole of his a little
work out," which brought giggles all around.

   Sandra had me lean over the arm of the couch, reach behind and spread my
cheeks.

   The girls all left to find various objects and returned a few minutes
later.

   Sandra was first with a carrot from the fridge.  She told me to open my
mouth and lube it up.  She ran it in and out of my mouth a few times before
moving behind me and sliding into my still greasy ass.  She worked it in
and out for a minute and, as she did, Amber went to my mouth with a
hairbrush.

   Amber worked the brush handle in my mouth and as soon as Sandra pulled
out, Amber pushed the brush-handle in.

   Amber worked me over with the brush for a couple of minutes and Heather
gave Tricia a push towards me.  She brought a Bic pen (good girl!) and
shyly asked me to open up.  I did and as I sucked on it she leaned next to
my ear and said very quietly that she was sorry about this.

   Amber backed out and Tricia retreated behind me.  It took her a few
moments to build up the courage to push it into me, but finally she did. 
She worked it hesitantly, only moving it in and out an inch or so.  She
stopped after about 20 seconds and retreated quickly.  None of the items
really compared to Cindy's dildo so I was able to mostly ignore them. 
Whatever kept the girls occupied without pain on my part was just fine with
me.

   Cindy came around next and held a baseball bat in her hands.  She smiled
at me.  "Open" was all she said.

   The bat stretched my mouth to the limit and I tried to run my tongue
around the rim since it only would fit in a fraction of the inch. 
Impatiently, she pulled it out and went behind me.  I braced myself for
what was to come.

   It never did come.  I heard the sound of a fist on flesh and the bat
crashed to the floor.  Heather shouted "What the hell is the matter with
you?  You aren't shoving that fucking thing into him!"

   "Fuck you!" Cindy shouted, and saw her rubbing her cheek where Heather
must have socked her.  Cindy started towards her, but Tricia, of all
people, stepped in between.  I didn't dare move, but I could see everything
over my shoulder.

   "I think it's time you left," she said, surprisingly coldly.

   Cindy swung out with the back of her hand, and Tricia grabbed her wrist deftly. Tricia was expressionless as she gave it a brutal looking twist which made Cindy cry out.  Tricia's leg came around next and swept Cindy's, knocking her off her feet and sending her sprawling to the floor.

   "Fuck all of you!" Cindy shouted up.  She pulled herself up to her feet
and stormed out of the house left.  I have no idea where she went, since
they all came in the same car together (it was Sandra who had driven), but
didn't much care either.

   "Sit down, Joe," Tricia said.  I did.  I asked how she did that, and she
told me her mom made her take Karate lessons to protect herself from guys
if she needed to.  The irony.

   Amber sat down on the other side of me and placed her hand back on my
still-hard cock.

   "Let's get back to business.  I think we've had enough fun ourselves for
the moment.  Do you want to do something about this?" she asked.

   I nodded that I did.  She slid down onto the floor and knelt between my
legs.  Her fingers reached forward and grasped the cock ring.  Slowly she
rolled it up my penis until it popped off the end.  God, it felt good to
have it off.  Amber looked to Heather and asked "Where is it?"

   "In my bedroom," Heather answered cryptically.  Amber stood up
and left the room.  She returned a minute later with an inflatable sex
doll, fully inflated.  It was very cheap looking.  (Heather was sixteen and
presumably on a limited budget) It had "blond" hair which was actually just
paint on the head, blue eyes, and painted earrings.  It had available holes
in her mouth, ass, and pussy.  Amber set it down on the floor.

   She gestured towards it impatiently.  "Here she is, go for it!"

   I blushed such a deep red that I thought I might be glowing, but by this
point I didn't really care.  I got down on to the floor and started towards
"her." I stopped in front of the doll, not really sure where to begin.  Sex
dolls were a new thing for me.

   Amber picked her up and flipped her over, exposing her ass.  "Go ahead,
fuck her tight ass" she said.  Amber worked two fingers in and out of the
faux-ass a few times in demonstration.

   I slid over to the doll on my knees and worked my rock hard cock into
the doll's ass.  Thankfully, someone had lubed the hole and I was able to
slide in easily.  Heather and Sandra cheered me on as Amber steadied the
doll.  After a few thrusts, I began to pick up a pace and soon I was
plowing into the doll's ass with all my energy.  Tricia even came over and
knelt on the side of me.  She put a hand on my upper back as I thrusted. 
She whispered in my ear "I wanna watch you cum inside her."

   I needed no more encouragement than that and I exploded with blast of
seed into the doll's rubber hole.  Spurt after spurt blew into the faux ass
until it started leaking out all around.

   Finally, spent, I pulled out and sat back on the floor.

   Sandra knelt next to me and asked "Did Rita Rubber here satisfy you?"

   I said yes, and Sandra said "Well then, it's only fair if you return the
favor."

   I frowned, not understanding.  Sandra took the doll from Amber and sat
it on the couch, just like the girls had down when I ate them out.

   Sandra waited a moment and when I didn't move said in exasperation,
"Come on, Rita's rubber pussy is waiting for you!  Start licking!" Amber
(who I noticed now still had no pants on) was holding her gut and gasping
for air as she laughed.

   I crawled over to between the doll's legs and started licking the rubber
hole.  Actually, it turned out to be some sort of plastic and the plastic
pussy tasted pretty much like you think it would.  I felt like I was eating
out a beach ball.  It wasn't necessarily unpleasant though, so I worked my
tongue in and out to give the girls their show.  There wasn't any clit of
course, and "Rita" didn't show much emotion either way, so I didn't put
quite as much effort into as previously.  I was thankful they didn't make
me eat the same entrance I had just screwed.

   The girls, including Trisha, were all laughing uncontrollably as I
performed cunnilingus on the toy.  To amuse them, I even drove a finger
into the dolls dripping ass and worked it in and out as I licked, which
made them laugh even harder.  My cum continued to leak out from her rear
hole.  I thought Heather would pass out.

   After several minutes of this, Amber came up behind me and threw me down
onto my back on the floor.  She then planted her pussy over my mouth and
said "That mouth is too good to waste on Rita.  How bout some real live
pussy again?."

   I said nothing, and went immediately to work eating her sweet vagina. 
As I did, I felt a hand rubbing my cock.  The hand wiped a little of the
residual cum from the head and worked it around to lubricate it before
starting to stroke it.

   Amber was fucking my face with her crotch and I reached between her legs
and wet one finger in her pussy.  As my tongue worked it's way back up to
her clit, I reached behind her and slipped the wet finger into her ass. 
She jumped a bit and gasped, but didn't slow her rhythm against my mouth.
Meanwhile, the hand on my cock had managed to get me hard again already. 
Heather was sitting down right next to my head and watched as I licked
across Amber's clit as I drove my finger slowly in and out of her backside.



   I felt another hand rolling my balls around as the first continued to
masturbate me.

   The next thing I saw was Sandra move to the side and pull Amber's pussy
lips apart to allow me greater access.  Heather had been kneeling above my
head, watching.  At this point, I realized it had to be Tricia who was
stroking me.

   For some reason, this excited me beyond belief and the next thing I knew
I was shooting again.  "Oh!" Tricia cried out and stopped momentarily,
before continuing to ease the rest of the cum out of me, not that there was
much to come out by then.

   Amber came at the same moment and drove her pussy hard against my
tongue. She rocked in orgasm for thirty seconds before sliding off of me,
my finger retreating from her ass.

   Tricia released my cock and came over to me, smiling.  She leaned over
to kiss me, and I noticed she had a small blast of cum straight across her
cheek, which she had made no attempt to wipe off.

   She kissed me long and hard, my own cum smearing onto my face.

   I got up and sat down on the couch.  Tricia sat down next to me.

   "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

   "No, I'm single," I said.

   "Would you consider me girlfriend material?" she asked hesitantly.

   "How old are you?" I asked, a bit bluntly unfortunately.

   "Fifteen," she said.

   "I think you're a great girl, all of you girls are, but I'm a little too
old for you," I said.  She frowned deeply and seemed hurt.

   "You didn't seem to think we were too young when you were licking our
pussies," she said moodily.

   "That's just it, I don't think you are too young, but a lot of other
people, including the police, would disagree and I would definitely go to
prison for what I did with you girls today.  So, I would never be able to
have a real relationship with you," and I hastily added "any of you.  You
are all in high-school and all have plenty of teenage years ahead of you.
You deserve to have real boyfriends that don't have to see you in secret
every time."

   She nodded a little and seemed to understand.  She then looked up at me
and asked if I would have sex with her.  Her confidence seemed to being
growing exponentially.

   Tricia stripped off her pants, showing me her pussy for the first time
(she was a natural blond!), and lay down on the floor.  I knelt in between
her legs, but found I was still soft.  Sandra apparently noticed also and
leaned down to my crotch, taking my cock in her mouth.  Tricia waited
patiently as Sandra sucked me and in a couple of minutes I was getting hard
again.

   Once I was fully erect, Sandra pulled her lips off and placed her hand
on my ass, directing me towards Tricia's waiting pussy.

   I placed the head of my cock at her hole, and slowly drove in till I
bottomed out, pulling a moan of pleasure out of her.

   Heather gestured towards Sandra and both of them dropped their pants and
slid up next to me.  Each grabbed a hand of mine and placed in on their
crotch.

   I was always a quick study, and began fingering them both as I fucked
Tricia below me.  I worked both of their clits with my thumbs, and Tricia
rocked beneath me.

   Amber must have felt left out, because she moved in alongside Tricia and
spread her pussy lips with her fingers of one hand, and started playing
with her love button with the other hand.  Tricia was electrified by the
sensations of me plowing into her while Amber frigged her and she moaned
almost deafeningly loud.

   Meanwhile, Heather and Sandra were coating both of my hands with there
love juices.  This wave of motion continued for several minutes until
Tricia came and set off a chain reaction.  She sarted cumming and her pussy
closed around my cock.  The feeling of her orgasm managed to wrench a small
cum out of me, but, after this third time, I had nothing left to shoot. 
Tricia didn't seem to care.

   I tightened my grip on the pussies of the other two girls and they both
started cumming immediately, Sandra first followed by Heather right behind.
Amber continued to rub Tricia's clit for another two minutes and smiled
down at her as Tricia continued to writhe around underneath me.

   Finally, I pulled out of Tricia and everyone collapsed, exhausted.  One
by one everyone pulled themselves together and cycled in and out of the
bathroom to clean up.

   The girls all get dressed again and prepared to leave.  I stayed naked,
of course, in the living room and one by one they came up to me and kissed
me long and hard on the lips.  Each thanked me for a wonderful day.

   Tricia went last, and placed her hand on my limp cock as she kissed me.
She looked me in the eyes as she said "Thank you Joe, I hope we can do this
again someday."

   "Actually, my name is Aaron," I told her softly.  "I hope we can too."

   She gave my dick a quick couple of strokes, kissed me again, and said
"Bye, Aaron."

   Heather stood on the side of me with a hand around my waist as the girls
departed.  After the door closed, she turned to me and looked up with a
smile.

   "You did great today!" she said and patted me on the ass.

   I made dinner for her and Cara and we all went to sit on the couch
together.  We relaxed for a while and Heather asked if I was up for one
more round.  I told her whatever she wanted, and she asked me to lay on my
back on the floor.

   I did as she asked, and she stripped off her clothes again.  She went
between my legs and placed her mouth onto my cock and slowly sucked me
until I was hard once again.  She smiled at it and commented "You really
are quite the machine, aren't you?" as she patted my nuts.

   "It's pretty empty down there I think," I stated.

   She slid up and slowly lowered herself onto my shaft and said "I'll do
the work this time." She began moving up and down on my shaft, and reached
down to start rubbing her nub.  Cara asked if I would use my hands on her,
and I said yes also.

   She slipped off her clothes and straddled my chest.  She giggled as she
said my chest chair was tickling her vagina.

   I smiled, and spread her lips apart.  I worked one finger and and
started rubbing her clit with my other hand as Heather continued to fuck me
behind her.

   My fingers worked on Cara's tight pussy and she started to moan
immediately.  She swayed around and bumped Heather a couple of times who
laughed.

   Cara came first, and placed both hands on my chest as she cried out. 
She then slid off me onto the floor next to me and watched Heather still
sawing her pussy in half on my cock and flicking her clit furiously.  She
came soon after and arched herself, crying out.  She pulled herself off of
me, and noticed that I hadn't come (since I had already shot off something
like 4 times today.) She told me to go ahead and masturbate myself for them
and finish things off.

   I grasped my erection and started stroking.  It was plenty lubricated
from Heather's pussy juices , but I still had trouble building up yet
another orgasm.

   Heather and Cara put their heads close on either side of my crotch as I
pounded away and after nearly ten minutes I managed a small orgasm and my
cock surged a few times, but nothing came out.

   Heather placed her things onto the base of my penis and tried milking
it, but to no avail.

   "I guess you were right," Heather said patting me between the legs..

   We all sat on the floor, side-by-side, and Heather told me that for
doing such a good job today, I could sleep without the restraints for just
tonight.  The only condition was that she was trusting me not to play with
myself during the night and she'd better not catch me.  I assured her I
wouldn't - God, did she really think I could play with myself again?  - and
the girls went to bed, leaving me alone in the living room.

   Day 5

   I awoke early, having slept well, and found myself still alone in the
living room.  I looked at the clock and saw it was still about 5:30.  I
decided to try and get on Heather's good side and got breakfast ready and
on the table for her and Cara.  I then went into Heather's room and found
her still sleeping, but fully nude on top of her covers.

   I spread her legs gently apart and started eating her out.  She stirred
and woke up, stretching dreamily and noticed my tongue wedged deep in her
snatch.  She laughed and twisted slightly to give me better access.

   I worked my usual magic on her clit and she came in minutes.

   I then slid onto her stomach and kissed her.  She threw her hands around
my neck and returned the kiss.  I told her breakfast was waiting in the
kitchen, and slid off her bed.

   I repeated the procedure with Cara in her bedroom.  She was under her
covers and wearing pajamas, but she didn't wake even as I pulled the covers
back and slid her bottoms off.

   I was actually licking her cunt for a full minute before she awoke with
a start and pulled back a bit before realizing what was happening and
settled back down.  I finished eating her out and let her know also that
breakfast was ready.  She and I both got up and found Heather sitting naked
at the table eating eggs and sausage.  She smiled at the disheveled look of
Cara as she stumbled out in front of me.

   "Good morning sunshine!  Sleep well?" Heather asked.

   Cara rubbed her eyes and nodded, saying "Yep, but waking up was even
better!" Heather laughed and said "No doubt!"

   After I cleaned up, Heather came over and placed her hand on my soft
crotch.  She told me my cock was taking a break today, and I wouldn't be
made to cum.  I thanked her and sighed with relief inwardly.  I was still
sore and drained from yesterday.

   Heather told me today was yard-work day, and I tensed visibly which made
her laugh.  "Don't worry, we'll find something to cover you in!" I relaxed
at bit at that.

   Heather went to her room and found a bathrobe that she had me put on.  I
wore nothing underneath it of course, and it only came down to about
mid-thigh, but it was still better than being naked.

   "Be careful when you're bending over.  You might not want to let it all
hang out," Heather cautioned with a giggle.

   I went into the garage and got the yard tools.  It was still somewhat early, about 8 am, so I started by pulling weeds.  Unfortunately, Heather's
neighbor's kids were out playing in the back yard this morning, one boy
about eight and a girl of about ten.  They were swinging on a swing set. 
At first I tried to squat to pull weeds, but discovered that that caused
the robe to open in the front, and resorted to kneeling with my backside
away from them as much as possible.

   Apparently they must have caught a glimpse because they came over much
closer to the property line and kept glancing over at me.  I tried to move
farther away when the girl asked "Why are you doing that in a bathrobe?"

   "I didn't want to get my clothes dirty," I muttered.  Heather must have
seen me talking to the kids and started walking my way from the house.

   "We can see your thing you know," the girl said.

   "You shouldn't be looking at it," I said angrily, trying to close my
legs tighter.

   "What's going on?" Heather asked, coming up along side me.

   "We saw his thing," the girl said to Heather and Heather laughed.  "I've
seen it too!" Heather said.

   "I wanna see it again," the girl said.

   "You're too young," I said.

   "We saw it already.  If you don't show it, I'll tell my mom.  You
shouldn't be outside like that." the girl said, crossing her arms over her
chest.

   "No, you don't need to do that.  He'll show it to you," Heather stated.
"Won't you, 'Joe'?"

   I didn't have much choice and kept stealing glances towards the kids'
house to make sure no one else was watching.  "Yeah, I guess I will," I
replied.

   I told the kids to go closer to Heather's house, so we would be out of
the line of sight from their parents' back door and they went over eagerly.

   I knelt down and told them to stand in front of me which they did.  I
then opened the robe and exposed my limp dick to them.

   "I thought it got hairy when you got big?" the girl asked with a frown.
"I saw my dad's once by accident and it was very hairy."

   Heather laughed and told the kids I was still growing and didn't have
hair down there just yet, and the girl seemed to doubt this answer, but
didn't press it.

   "Can I touch it?" she asked.  At the same time I noticed that the little
boy, who still hadn't spoken a word, was pulling his waistband out and
looking down at his own penis with a frown.

   I wanted to tell the girl no, but Heather spoke first and said "Sure, go
ahead."

   The girl reached out and brushed her fingertips lightly across the head
which made it twitch slightly and she pulled back.  Heather told her it was
OK and nothing to be afraid of.  She reached out again, a little more
confidently and rested her fingers on the side of the shaft.  She moved
them underneath it and raised it a little, leaning in closer for a better
look.

   "Feel his sack underneath," Heather suggested.

   The girl did as instructed and rubbed her tiny hand over them.

   The combination of her touching and the breeze caused me to start
getting aroused despite my efforts not to.

   The girl patted the sack a couple of times and watched my nuts rise and
fall.  She giggled as they shook.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Heather stick her index finger in her
mouth and start sucking it.  As the girl continued playing with my balls,
Heather reached her hand behind my back and underneath the robe out of
sight of the kids.  Her wet finger found my ass and sneaked through the
cheeks, seeking out my asshole.  I tried not to let my discomfort show.

   The girl returned her focus to my member which was flying at halfstaff
now.  The girl's eyes widened and she exclaimed "It's growing!" Heather
replied "I know!  It does that sometimes!" in mock astonishment also. 
"Keep touching it!" she encouraged.

   The girl did and Heather took the opportunity to drive her index finger
surreptitiously into my asshole.  I sucked in air quietly and tried to make
no other outward show.  Heather slowly started fucking my asshole with her
finger while the girl finally moved to encircling my cock with her small
hand.

   The sensation brought me fully erect and the girl stopped touching it
and just stared, fascinated.  The little boy dropped his pants and exposed
his tiny penis.  He looked up at Heather with a frown and asked why his was
so small.

   Heather retracted her finger temporarily, leaned over, and put a hand on
his shoulder.  "Yours will get bigger as you grow up.  Yours is a perfectly
good size for your age," she reassured him.

   The girl was still staring at my cock, and now started flicking at it,
watching it bounce up and down, which made her laugh.  She grasped my dick
again and started slowly stroking it.  I started to feel an orgasm building
and Heather had returned her finger to my ass.  She was finger-fucking it
again which was not helping at all.  I bit my lip trying to control myself,
since I had no idea what would happen if I blew a load straight into the
girl's face which was hovering two inches away from the line of fire.

   Luckily, I got saved by the sound of a woman's voice yelling from next
door.  "Stevie!  Julie!  Breakfast is ready!"

   The girl, Julie presumably, jumped back startled, and Stevie rapidly
pulled him pants.  She yelled back to her mother who was still,
fortunately, sight-unseen.  "Coming Mom!"

   Julie looked back at my cock and frowned, pouting.  "Thank you for
showing it to me, but we gotta go," she said.

   Heather answered for me, "No problem.  It was his pleasure." She bent
her finger, still lodged in my ass and stroked my prostate which made me
jump a bit.  I pulled the bathrobe closed.

   "Bye," was all Stevie said, and the two kids raced back to their yard.

   After they were gone, Heather removed her finger and stated "I guess
we'll have to get you something a bit more presentable for today," and
sighed in feigned disgust.



   Ten minutes later I was back to work, this time wearing my own pants for
the first time in 5 days.  Heather hold me not to get too used to them and
waved a finger at me before returning to the house.

   The rest of the day went uneventfully.  I weeded the yard, mowed the
lawn, and raked some leaves.  In between, I made lunch for the girls,
stripping naked again once I was inside the house of course.

   While I stood by the kitchen table as the girls ate, Heather took the
opportunity to stroke me to erection again with her free hand.  She didn't
make me cum though, true to her word.  When she felt me getting close, she
would stop entirely and pull away.

   Several times while I was outside, she would come out, unzip my pants,
and reach in for my cock (she hadn't let me put underwear on.) I had to
stand there, in the middle of the yard, while she masturbated me until I
was erect before she let go and zipped me back up.

   Despite the orgy of the day before, the constant fondling and being left
unfilled was getting me horny, but I didn't dare say anything.  My cock
ached just remembering Cara's masturbation session.

   After dinner, I ate out both Cara and Heather as usual - these girls
were apparently never satiated.  We spent the rest of the night sitting on
the couch, me naked of course, and Heather kept playing with my dick.  She
would bring me near the edge, stop, and pull away.  After I was soft for a
while, she would keep repeating the process.

   At bed time, she told me with a smile that she definitely had to
restrain me tonight, as she was sure I might be tempted, but not to worry,
she had another guest for me tomorrow.

   Day 6

   I awoke to the feeling of a hand on my cock again, which was stroking me
slowly.  As I came fully conscious, I realized the woman that was holding
it was not Heather or Cara.  She was fairly skinny, tall, and looked to be
in her late 40s or early 50s.  She had blondish hair with lots of white
streaks, but was still attractive.  She had what appeared to be a decent
set of tits underneath a loose blue blouse and she worn a long black skirt.

   She smiled down at me as she kept stroking and introduced herself as
Linda, Heather and Cara's mother.  I noted she looked nothing like either
one of them, but didn't say anything.  I just introduced myself as Aaron,
trying to act casual as the woman calmly continued masturbating me.

   "You're cuter than some of the guys Heather has done this to," she
stated.

   This was the first indication I'd had that this was not an isolated
incident, and my heart sank a little bit, though I couldn't say exactly
why. It must have showed on my face, because Linda laughed and said "You
didn't know?  No, you probably wouldn't have.  All you guys think you're
special."

   'All you guys?' God, I began to wonder what number I was.

   "I'm sure Heather told you I'd be gone all week too!"

   Linda started making a twisting motion as she stroked which sent waves
through me that made me squirm violently.  My orgasm was building rapidly.
The only thing that kept me from having squirted already was the
never-ending milking of the past week.  Linda, for her part, wasn't even
looking at me, but rather off across the room into space.  She seemed to be
remembering something.

   "One guy had a penis so small I had trouble grabbing it.  Not sure how
he actually managed to do my daughter," she said, as much to herself as to
me.

   Her movements had slowed as she spoke which gave me a little chance for
my arousal to subside, but then she turned to me an picked up the pace
again.

   "Yours is much nicer, I have to say.  I like the hairless look too, do
you always do that?"

   "No, Heather made me shave it all week," I said, biting my lip as the
orgasm built again.

   "Um, ma'am," I started and she laughed, "Please, I have my hand around
your cock.  Call me Linda."

   "Uh, ok, Linda, " and I wiggled even more as she continued to stroke me
with fervor, "um, my I have permission to cum?"

   She frowned in confusion, but luckily Heather walked into the room and
cleared things up.  "He has to have permission to cum, Mom, or he's
punished for the day, usually with a butt-plug."

   Linda thought that was hilarious and burst out laughing, but kept
stroking me.

   "Ma'am- I mean, Linda, please?  I can't hold it much longer," I croaked.
"May I please cum, please?" I said as I writhed uncontrollably trying to
restrain myself.

   She laughed again and said "Well, as much as I'd like to see this cute
ass of yours stuffed full, it seems unfair what with me jerking you off
like this.  Yes, you have my permission cum."

   No sooner had she spoken the words than I was shooting straight into the
air and screaming as I came.

   For a full 10 seconds I continued to cum, covering her hand and
splashing some onto her blouse as well.  With her hand still slowly
emptying the rest of my cum, she patted my balls with the other hand and
commented "Boy!  You really are quite the gusher, aren't you?"

   Heather told her, "I made him hold it in all day yesterday and teased
him mercilessly so he would be ready for you."

   Linda laughed and said "That's my girl, always thinking of Mom!"

   "Aaron, I want you to screw my Mom for me," Heather instructed.

   Linda laughed and replied, "Let's give him a few minutes to recuperate, you
little slave driver.  He just woke up!  Why don't you take him into the
kitchen and clean him up a bit while I change out of this cum-stained
blouse?"



   Heather uncuffed me and led me into kitchen where she started wiping off
some of the cum with a dish rag.

   "Heather, can I ask you a question?" I said.

   She seemed a bit surprised by my tone, but said "Sure.  What?"

   "How many guys have you done this to?"

   The color drained out of her face instantly and she didn't answer.  In
response to her unasked question, I simply said, "You're mother told me I
was 'cuter' than the others.  I want to know how many?"

   For the first time this week, Heather looked ashamed and she sighed
audibly.

   "Three others," she said.

   I simply nodded, expressionless, and said, "So that's how it is.  You
screw, deceive, and manipulate guys on a weekly basis in order to abuse
them?"

   "Aaron, it's not like that.  Ok, yes, I did deceive a few other guys
also, as you say, but you're different than the other guys were.  They were
all so bitter and angry." I started to say something but she put up a hand
and cut me off.  "I know, they probably had every right to be.  But most of
them took every opportunity to ransack the house looking for the evidence.
Some of them I actually feared a bit and I had to keep a stun gun on hand.
I even used it once on one guy that threatened Cara."

   She must have seen my eyebrows raise at the word stun-gun, so she said
"It's right underneath the couch where you've been sleeping." She waved her
hand in a dismissive gesture and continued.

   "You've made the best of this situation which is why I introduced you to
my friends and let you be with Cara.  I didn't let any of the other guys
touch her, and didn't even tell my friends about them, let alone meet them.
Just so you know, I never had any intention of going to the police,
regardless of whether you agreed or not.  As far as 'abusing' them, can you
honestly say that you've enjoyed none of it?"

   I didn't say so out loud, but I had of course.  Even the punishments
hadn't exactly qualified as medieval torture.  Maybe I was a bit of a
masochist at heart anyways.  Aloud I said "Why should I believe any of
that?" She sighed again and sat down at the table.

   "Go open that cabinet behind you, where the glasses are.  Now, look
inside that travel mug in the back."

   I did, unscrewing the cap, and inside was the vial and memory card.

   "What about the pictures you uploaded?" I asked suspiciously.

   "You wouldn't have known until you got home, but you'll find out that I
uploaded them to your own email, nowhere else.  So, you have a choice.  You
are free to take the evidence, get dressed, and drive home.  I won't do
anything to stop or prevent you.  I'm not going to hold anything over your
head."

   I stared at the contents of the mug without speaking.  She continued,
"Go ahead, take the stuff out.  Your clothes are hanging in my bedroom
closet.  You are free to go." Still I failed to move and I didn't know why.
Everything was here, why wasn't I taking it?  Heather continued.

   "There is another choice too.  You can choose to put the mug back and
forget you saw it.  You can finish your final two days here.  And you can
start by going back into the living room and fucking the shit out of my
horny mom.  It's up to you.  And for what its worth, I'm sorry for tricking
you.  You really have been a great guy."

   I looked up at her and saw that she really did have sorrow in her face,
an expression I had not seen in the entire week there.  I believed
everything she had said.  Slowly, I returned the cover to the mug and
returned it to the cabinet, leaving the contents where they were.  I turned
back to Heather and said "How can I serve you?"

   Heather smiled warmly, stood up and crossed the room to give me the
strongest hug she could manage.  She kissed me briefly, smiled up at me,
and said "Let's go plow my mom's hot hairy pussy."

   We returned to the living room a few minutes later, and I found Linda
sitting back on the couch in a sheer teddy.  She had no bottom on, and 
Heather's description of her pussy was quite accurate - very hairy, but
trimmed at the edges.

   "Aaron, start by eating her.  Mom, you'll love what he does with his
tongue!"

   I knelt down in front of Linda and spread her legs apart.  In addition
to being hairy, it was also very hot and moist.  Heather was right again.
It glistened in the morning sunlight coming in through the window and had a
sort of glow to it.

   I performed my duties as usual, lightly brushing her lips with my tongue
to get things going.  She closed her eyes and simply relaxed her body,
feeling my tongue run up and down.  My tongue moved in and started impaling
her, in and out.  She moaned a bit, but that was all.

   I moved to her clit and began tapping it with my tongue, trying for a
response but none came.  I worked up to lapping it back and forth and got a
small moan again, but that was it.

   Clearly I had to up my game at this point.  I closed my mouth over her
clit entirely and started sucking gently.  I then moved one hand up to
start fingering her at the same time.  This finally got her going and her
body shook in a wave.

   With one finger lubed up, I moved onto a second finger, then a third. 
"Oh God, you're right, he is good!" Linda gasped.  Ha!

   I decided to crank things up a notch even further.  I slipped my hand
out, then back in with two fingers into her vagina, and my fourth finger up
her backdoor.  This caused her to tense noticeably, but she didn't jump.

   I continued my movements on her button as I fingered both holes.  Within
a couple of minutes she gasped "Stop, please stop."

   I slowed down considerably, but kept moving a bit.  "I want you inside
me, I don't want to come this way," she got out in between breaths.

   I pulled my mouth away and withdrew my hand.  During all this, Heather
had been sitting on the side of the couch watching intently.  She now gave
her mother instructions.

   "Mom, roll over.  Let him fuck you from behind."

   Linda did not answer, or even open her eyes, but did as she was told,
bending over on the couch.  My cock had long since hardened again and I had
no trouble sliding into her dripping pussy.  I steadied myself with one
hand on her hip, while the other hand reached underneath to stroke her
clit. She squirmed around in front of me and squeezed my dick with her
vaginal walls.

   Heather ran her hand absently through Linda's hair, and reached out,
turning Linda's face to look into hers.  Linda's eyes were half open and
she was panting heavily.

   Heather leaned in and kissed her mother passionately on the lips, a kiss
Linda eagerly returned.  This, for some reason, was the most erotic thing I
had seen all week and I exploded into Linda's pussy, loading it with my
cum. Heather was still locked in an embrace with her mom and Linda came
immediately after me.  She gasped for air as Heather lip-locked her while
grunting as her body shook with orgasm.

   Heather pulled slowly away, and I exited Linda at the same time.  She
stayed in position on the couch for several minutes, catching her breath,
before rolling over and sitting down on the floor.

   Heather slid down next to her Mom, stroked her hair, and asked "Was he
as good as I said?"

   Linda had her eyes closed and softly said "God, is he ever."

   As we all sat there resting, I idly wondered if Linda was on the pill or
if I might have knocked up a fifty year old woman.  Then it occurred to me
that I didn't know if ANY of the girls were on the pill, and it was
probably a bit too late to worry about it.

   Linda threw her arm around me and kissed me, rather motherly , on the
cheek and used one finger to straighten my hair.  It was mildly unnerving,
but I didn't say anything.  I didn't want my Oedipus complex to show.  She
was a nice piece of ass after all!

   Heather told me to get up so she could clean me in the bathroom.

   Once inside there, she leaned in and whispered to me.

   "I know you've been good, but I'd like to give my Mom a little show. 
Would you be upset if I gave you an enema and put the butt-plug back in for
just a little while?" she asked, almost nervously.

   "It's OK, really.  I wouldn't have stayed if I didn't want to obey you,"
I told her.

   Much louder, for her mom's benefit in the living room, she said "Ok,
shower up and shave yourself again.  Then call me so we can clean you out."

   She smiled again, and kissed me quickly on the lips before departing.

   I showered and shaved as directed.

   "Heather, I'm ready!" I shouted.

   Heather came in with Linda behind her.  "All right, you know the drill.
Assume the position." Heather said authoritatively.

   I bent over the bathtub as before and Heather pulled the bowl and turkey
baster out from the closet, along with the Vaseline.

   Linda cried out "Oh my goodness!" when she saw Heather fill the baster.

   Heather gently eased it into my ass and released the fluid, reaching
around with her other hand to rub my belly as it went in.  She time she
went light and only gave me four more full and then asked her mom for the
plug inside the closet.

   Linda went and removed it and marvelled at it for several seconds. 
Heather asked her "Do you want to put it in?"

   Linda looked at her and said "Would he mind?"

   I answered for myself, in a croaking voice "No, it's alright.  Go
ahead." My stomach was beginning to cramp slightly but at least I wasn't as
full as usual. The croaking was mostly faked for show.

   Linda rubbed some Vaseline on it and very tenderly pushed it up into me.
She felt the resistance when it reached the wide portion so she paused a
moment, then increased the pressure until it popped into me.  I grunted as
my ass closed around the base. The plug was still large and the grunt was still real.

   Heather told me to get up, which I did, holding my gut for a moment. 
After my bowels settled, I offered to make them all breakfast.  Linda
replied that that sounded delightful.

   I served them both breakfast and Linda reached over to rub her hand
across the plug a few times while I stood by the table.

   Heather announced that, after they were done eating, my time was up and
could go into the bathroom.  I hurried immediately and dropped to the floor
on all fours.

   Heather made a show of saying that I better not spill any, obviously for
Linda watching from behind her.  I assured them both I wouldn't.

   I could feel Linda's eyes on me as Heather slid out the butt-plug and
tossed it into the sink.

   I jumped up to the toilet and expelled the enema.

   Heather told me to clean myself, the enema supplies, and the plug, after
which I should meet them back out in the living room.



   I went out there and saw Cara was eating breakfast in the kitchen where
I had left a setting for her.  She smiled up at me with a mouth full of
eggs and waved.  I smiled back and wished her good morning.

   Heather and Linda were sitting on the couch, but didn't invite me to
sit. Heather addressed me as I stood in the middle of the room.

   "Aaron, my mother asked if she could invite a few friends over to meet
you, and I assured her you would be more than happy to.  Isn't that right?"
she asked.

   "Yes, miss, whatever you like." I think it was the first time I called
her "miss", but it seemed appropriate for some reason.  Heather must have
noticed it too because I saw her hide a grin.

   "That's my boy!"

   Heather left the room and returned with the cock ring.  "She has two
friends coming over and we want to keep you at attention for them," she
stated.  Linda watched as Heather knelt in front of me.  She took my cock
into her mouth and slowly sucked me until I was hard again.  She then
slipped the ring on me until it bottomed out on my pubic mound and patted
me on the balls.  "All dressed up!" she said with a giggle.  Heather laid
out the ground rules to her mother as she had to her friends; namely, no
photos and she couldn't use my real name. She didn't say anything about not
abusing me, but I figured she trusted her mom's friends to not try and shove
a baseball bat in my ass without being expressly told not to. I became "Joe" once again. 

    Heather told Cara that she had to stay in her room again today, which Cara
was clearly unhappy about.  She demanded to know why, and said that Mom had
some friends coming over and some adults would be upset if they saw a grown
man doing sex things in front of a little girl, and maybe even call the
police.  She didn't want me to get in trouble did she?

   Cara's faced looked horror stricken, as if Heather had slapped her. 
"No! I understand, I'll stay in my room.  He's been nice to me, I don't
want to get him in trouble," she said.

   "Good girl.  I'm sure that Aaron will make it up to you tonight!" she
stated.  Cara smiled broadly as that seemed to brighten her spirits
considerably.

   I straightened up the house, made the girls' beds (with a raging hard-on
of course), and cleaned their rooms for about hours until I heard a knock
on the door.

   "Well, don't keep our company waiting.  Go answer the door!" Heather
commanded.

   I did and in spite of my rampant humiliation this week, it still
embarrassed me to open the door to strangers, naked and erect.  Two older
ladies were at the door and laughed as they saw me.  (Please note, I mean
to say "older than me at the time." - please remember I was only twenty-two at this time, so I mean no offense to my middle-aged readers!)

   Wearing a deep blush and glancing outside to see if anyone else could
see me, I welcomed the ladies and invited them in.

   One of the ladies was somewhat heavy set and wore a long, one-piece
dress that went almost to the floor.  She looked to be late 50s.  She had
very dark brown hair that was near black, with no signs of gray.  She had a
big, full, motherly bosom.  She introduced herself as Maria and her friend
as Betty.

   Betty was of average size - not thin, but not plump at all.  She was in
her late 40s or early 50s, and had blond hair with no white or gray
streaks, but it was clearly bleached to all hell.  She also had a set of
tits which looked much too huge and round to be real, and looked somewhat
out of place on her mature body.  She apparently didn't think so though as
she had a very tight fitting, low cut shirt showing off every legal inch of
cleavage, as well as skin tight jeans.

   I caught got looking again as Heather announced "Mom, I don't know if I
mentioned that Joe is quite the breast guy." Betty stood directly in front
of me and grasped the underside of my erection.  She looked down at it and
said "It would appear so!" which got a laugh out of everyone.  Except me of
course.

   "I think the boy is blushing!" said Maria.  She came over to me and put
a big arm around me and held me, saying "Don't be embarrassed, we both have
grown boys, and have seen their penises before" she said, rubbing a hand
across my shaven ball sack.  "Admittedly, their penises usually aren't
quite this stiff in front of their mommies." Everyone laughed again.  "And
they usually have more hair these days.  But no matter!  Come sit on my
lap, my boy," she said and walked over to the couch.  I followed her and
sat on her lap as instructed.

   "Tell mama why you're so red in the face," she said, putting a hand
around my hard cock.

   "Um, because I'm embarrassed ma'am," I said.

   "Why, pray tell?" and she casually started stroking me.

   "I don't know, ma'am, I'm not used to being naked in front of a group of
women," which, after this week was a rather bald-faced lie, but I didn't
want to say the truth which was that I wasn't used to being naked in front
of a group of women that reminded me of my mother and her friends.

   "Oh, don't be ashamed, child," she said, picking up speed as she
masturbated me.  "We want you to feel comfortable with us."

   "I want to feel comfortable with his dick inside me!" Betty said and
another round of uproarious laughter was released.  Her rather brazen
language made me blush even more.

   "Ok Betty, I think we can arrange that!" Linda said.  "Joe, turn in
Maria's lap so your back is to her." I did so.

   "Alright Betty, let's show Joe what you have to offer him!" said Linda.
Betty wasted no time stripping off her clothes, dropping them in a pile at
her feet.  Her pussy was completely shaven and her boobs were even better
looking exposed.  Definitely fake now, but still nice.  Her pussy was slick
with juice.  She was apparently a horny gal!

   Maria put her hands on either side of my hips and held me steady as
Betty came over.  She knelt down on both sides of my legs and put her arms
around my neck as she lowered herself down onto my waiting cock.

   "Mmmmm.." she said, licking her lips.  She slowly drew herself back up
and then impaled herself on my shaft again.

   Someone had crawled in between my legs and was playing with my balls,
but I couldn't tell if it was Heather or Linda.

   Betty bounced up and down on me for only a couple of minutes before I
felt my climax build, but groaned in frustration as the cockring held it
back.

   Maria heard the groan and kissed my cheek, asking "What's wrong, son?"

   In between thrusts into Betty, I uttered "I'm wearing, uh, a cock ring
that , uh, is very frustrating, uh, ma'am."

   "Please," Maria said, "call me mama.  Can you do that?"

   "Yes, uh, mama."

   I reached in between Betty and I and moved her lips apart to expose her
clitoris.  She was still bouncing incessantly (incest-antly?) on my
throbbing member.  I began rubbing her clit and she started gyrating her
hips a bit as she moved up and down.

   I ran the fingers of my other hand up and down Betty's ass-crack and she
shivered on top of me.  Maria ran her hands up and down my sides and
whispered in my ear "Go ahead son, make that nice girl cum and maybe mama
can take care of your problem next."

   I started flicking Betty's clit furiously and pushed her over the edge.
She screamed and dug her nails into my back making me wince.  Heather
yelled "Nails!" from off to the side and thankfully Betty loosened her
grip. Her pussy squeezed my manhood hard for a full minute before she
pulled herself off me and onto the couch.

   "Linda, get that cruel ring off this poor boy," Maria said from behind
me.  Linda giggled and knelt in front of me.  She said "Yes, Mama!" She
slipped her nails under the ring and rolled it off.  I sighed in relief.

   "Is that better, Joe?" Maria asked kindly, rubbing my face..

   "Yes ma'am - I mean, mama," I said over my shoulder.

   Maria reached around with one hand and held me by my stomach and her
other hand grasped my dick.  "There now," she cooed in my ear, "you just
relax and let mama take care of it."

   I did relax and closed my eyes as Maria started masturbating me like a
pro.  Betty ran her nails up and down on my ball sack as Maria squeezed and
twisted with each stroke.

   "Linda, honey, get me some lotion for this boy," Maria asked.  Linda
obliged and squirted some of the baby oil into Maria's hand.  "Thank you
dear," Maria said.

   Maria resumed stroking and had me wiggling on her lap almost
immediately.

   Heather spoke for the first time from across the room where she was
watching the show.  "The rules still apply, Joe!" she said harshly.

   Remembering myself, I spoke to Maria behind me.  "Mama, do I have
permission to cum?" I asked in my best little-boy voice.  I figured she'd
eat that up.

   "Oh, of course my boy!  You feel free to cum whenever you like!"

   A minute later, Maria had me shooting out onto the floor and she made
sure she eaked every last drop from me before releasing her grip on me.  I
turned around and kissed her long on the lips.  "Thank you, Mama," I said.
Her eyes twinkled.  "Any time, child," she said softly.

   Linda spoke next.  "Joe, how do you thank your Mama?"

   I slid down onto the floor and looked up to Maria's face.  "Mama, may I
please eat your pussy?" I asked.

   Maria giggled like a little girl.  "Why, yes my child, you may!"

   Maria lifted up her butt high enough to pull her dress above her waist
and revealed the fact that Mama was a naughty girl and not wearing panties.



   She stifled a laugh when she saw my surprise at seeing her privates
exposed.  She tapped her thigh and said "Make Mama happy my boy!"

   I spread Maria's legs and buried my nose in her meaty, hairy, pussy.  I
wasn't unpleasant as I thought it might be (Mama must have taken care of
her hoo-ha to keep it clean.) I pulled back slightly and started licking
away.

   I had just spread Maria's lips apart when I felt the familiar sensation
pressing against my ass.  I started to glance behind me, but Maria
tightened her thighs on my head.  A moment later I felt the vibrator push
into me and begin buzzing.

   "Does he like that?" Betty asked, still stark naked.

   "Does it matter?" Heather answered and laughed.

   I wiggled my ass a bit as Heather started working the vibrator in and
out.  She slapped it lightly and told me to stay still.

   I found Maria's clit and started running my tongue across it.  Her
breathing quickened, but she gave no other signs of arousal.

   I started strumming her clit in time with the vibrator plowing in my
ass.

   "Can I work it for a while?" Betty asked Heather.

   "Sure, be my guest," she said.

   Betty took over working the toy and started making twisting motions,
literally screwing it into me.  I moaned into Maria's vagina.  She, for her
part, simply held my head in place as I continued eating.

   Suddenly, without warning, she pushed, hard, against the back of my
head, ramming her pussy into my face and screamed one short, loud burst
before tensing up.  I looked up and saw her biting her lip hard (I thought
she would draw blood) trying to keep from yelling out.  Finally, she
unclenched and lay back against the couch, drained.

   "Mmmmm..." Maria said, smiling.  "Thank you son, you made Mama proud."

   "You're welcome Mama," I said, trying to ignore the vibrator still
ramming into my ass.

   Maria leaned over and looked underneath me, also ignoring the vibrator.

   "Sonny, you seem to have gotten yourself all hard again.  Goodness, you
kids are insatiable these days!" she exclaim with a slap on her thigh.

   "All right," she said, "come have your way with mama's behind."

   Strangely, that comment made me blush all over again as Maria rolled
over and pulled the dress up onto her back, exposing her big fleshy ass.

   She pulled both cheeks apart and showed me her asshole.  I paused,
unsure.

   "Come on, boy, I ain't gonna hold it like this all day now," she said,
looking over her shoulder.

   I crawled back up and aimed my cock at her hole.  Betty shut the
vibrator off and said "Hold it, one second." I stopped and she brought the
baby oil over and squirted it into Maria's butt making her shiver.  She
then scooped some up and lubed up my cock once again.  "We don't want you
hurting Mama now do we?" she asked with a grin.

   With everyone watching me intently, I lined my cock up with Maria's ass,
and pressed lightly against it.  She wiggled a tiny bit, then settled.  I
pushed slowly, but steadily into her.  It was a lot tighter than I would
have guessed and felt incredible.  She made no sounds, so I continued in
until I bottomed out against her cushy buttocks.

   I slowly withdrew and then pushed back in.  After each entry, I felt
Maria squeeze her ass around my shaft.  Betty reached over and turned the
vibrator back on which she began working into me again.

   For several minutes I plowed into Maria's ass while Betty fucked me from
behind.  Maria said over her shoulder, "Is this gonna take a long time son?
I'm a bit old to hold this position forever you know."

   I didn't think it was possible to blush even harder, but yet I did. 
Luckily, I could feel things building up down below, and Maria's suction
action with her ass helped move things along and within another minute or
so I shot a small but satisfying load into Maria's ass.  I withdrew and
Betty removed the vibrator, switching it off.

   "Thank you Mama," I said.  She put her dress back down and rolled over
to face me.  She took my face in both hands and kissed me long and hard,
I'm pretty sure slipping in a little tongue too.  I didn't mind.

   "Anything I can do for you my boy," she said with a warm smile and a
light pat on the cheek.

   "Now, go clean yourself up and wash that thing off before any little
kids play with it," Maria said.

   I returned from the bathroom and was still exhausted and drained, but I
stayed standing up and offered drinks to the ladies.

   I returned from the kitchen with a tray full of glasses and served to
mature women around me (and Heather of course.)

   Betty was still naked and showing no signs of putting her clothes on.  I
caught Linda checking out Betty's hot 50ish body several times.  Maria had
returned to sitting on the couch and had covered herself back up with her
dress; she looked prim, proper, and motherly once again with her hands
resting on her belly.

   Heather sat cross legged on the floor and asked me to sit between her
and Linda, which I did.

   Both of them ran their hands over me and down my back, but thankfully
left my junk alone to rest.  Linda hadn't cum since this morning and
Heather since yesterday sometime.  I was sure I'd be pleasuring her later.

   We all sat and talked for a long while, Betty and Maria asking all about
me.  I was truthful and answered all of their questions.  How old was I
(twenty-two), did I live alone (no, I was still living at home while I
saved money, worked, and went to school), where did I work (at a grocery
store in the produce department).  The questions then turned a bit more
personal.

   Had I ever had sex with an older woman before (no.) Have I ever had anal
sex with any woman before today (no.) Do I enjoy eating women out.  (yes.)
Did I enjoy screwing Mama's ass (yes, definitely, which got a laugh.) Then
they asked, why did I agree to everything today?

   I paused on that one for a beat, before answering "Because I wanted to
make Heather happy." Which was the truth now, though I left out the whole
blackmail thing.  It seemed like it would be a downer on the mood.

   Mama invited me to lay on her chest for a while, and I said sure.  She
slipped her dress off her shoulders to expose her two massive breasts.  I
laid my head down in between them.  They were wonderfully comfortable..

   The other ladies must have gotten bored, because I noticed Heather had
started toying with Betty's pussy.  Betty was still sitting on the floor
with her back against the corner of the couch.  She spread her legs open
without comment to allow Heather better access.

   Heather started ramming two fingers into Betty (rather roughly I
thought. My touch was much more gentle.) Betty didn't seem to mind though,
as she closed her eyes and started toying with her nipples.

   Heather wasted no time starting on Betty's nub with her other hand and
began flicking it rapidly.  I just lay on Maria's bosom as she slowly
rubbed my head as we watched the show.

   Betty was quivering on the floor and started thrusting her hips towards
Heather's fingers.  I didn't think it was possible, but Heather started
pounding even harder.  Betty was pinching her nipples hard now and a minute
later cried out in ecstasy.  Damn these women were easy to get off!  Horny
devils.  I clearly had put too much effort into things.  Ah well.

   Mama stated that they had to get going, so I sat up and slid off to her
side.  Betty got up also and finally dressed.  Both women leaned over and
kissed me on the cheeks.

   "Thank you, Joe, for a wonderful time," Betty said.

   "You did great today son," Maria said with an enormous smile.

   "I had a great time too," I said quietly.  "You were both incredible. 
I'll never forget it."

   I kissed Maria on the lips and placed my hand up her dress.  I grabbed a
hand full of her pussy and gave it a light rub, pushing a finger in just an
inch.  Maria laughed, but didn't pull away.  "Oh, you kids!"

   The women left, and I was left alone with Heather and Linda again.



   Cara came out from her room and announced that I had promised to make
things up to her.  Actually, I didn't remember promising that myself, but
it seemed petty to make the point.  I told her to take off her bottoms and
sit on the couch.

   Feeling authoritative, I told Linda and Heather to take off theirs also
and sit on either side of Cara.  They did so without question.  I got the
baby oil and lubricated both hands.

   I moved in between Cara's legs and began nuzzling her hairless vagina,
while reaching over for the privates of both Heather and Linda.

   I started fingering both of them as I ate out Cara.  Everyone was very
randy (Cara had been peeking from her room at the day's events, she
admitted afterwards) and all three girls started soon moaning.

   Cara came first, with my lips on her tiny clit.  As she slumped back
into the couch, I rested my head on her soft belly and she giggled.

   Heather and Linda both squirmed around underneath my touch and both came
shortly thereafter; Linda first, followed by Heather a minute later.

   I invited the girls to clean themselves up while I made dinner.



   Everyone ate in silence, though all had smiles on their faces.  I
continued standing, off to the side near the table as I served them. 
Heather reached behind me and pushed me next to the table so that my balls
were resting on the table itself.  "There, you can just stay like that till
we need you," she said.

   They finished eating and I stood patiently with my balls display.  Cara
reached out with her fork and I gulped, holding my breath.  She very
gingerly though lifted my soft penis with the tip of the fork (the metal
was cold!) and peered underneath it.  "Nope, not done yet, little while
longer I think," she said which got everyone laughing.  Thank God she
didn't want to check my temperature!

   I cleaned up after dinner and everyone returned to the living room where
we all relaxed and watched TV.

   Heather announced it was time for bed a while later, and I set myself up
on the couch in the position for the handcuffs as usual.

   Heather left without cuffing me though, and returned with four pillows
and two big blankets.

   "I think we'll all just sleep out here on the floor tonight, unless
anyone objects," she said.

   No one did, and I set up the bedding while everyone stripped out of
their clothes.

   We all went to bed spooned together.  Heather in front of me with my
semi-hard cock rubbing up against her butt cheeks.  Cara lay behind me,
with one arm around my side.  Linda lay behind Cara and reached over her
onto my side also.  I slept great that night.

   Day 7 Epilogue

   I awoke at around seven o'clock and found Cara and Linda still behind
me, but Heather was missing.

   I slipped away without waking the two girls behind me and smelled
coffee. Heather was in the kitchen making breakfast today.  She was still
naked, and I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her.  My limp
penis was pressed against her butt.  She turned her head and smiled at me.
She gave me a quick kiss.  "You need to fuel up first before playing!  Have
a seat," she said.

   She brought me breakfast and a cup of coffee.  "Dig in!" she said.  I
did, happily.

   Heather set places for Cara and Linda, but left them sleeping for the
time being.

   As I ate, Heather slipped under the table and placed her lips around my
cock.  She started slowly running her tongue up and down the shaft and used
one hand to cup my testicles.  She teased the head for thirty seconds
(while I continued eating; the omelet was delicious!) until I was hard. 
She then began working her mouth up and down as stroke slowly stroked.  I
felt my climax growing and started to tense up.  Heather sensed it, and
backed off immediately, retreating from underneath the table.

   She came back up and placed her arms around my neck

   "Not just yet, I think," she said, smiling.

   I finished eating, and Heather told me to go get cleaned up.

   "Do I need to prep for an enema?" I asked.

   "No, I think we're good for today," she said with a grin.

   I showered and shaved for the last time and exited the bathroom.

   Linda and Cara were both awake by this time and eating breakfast (naked
still of course.  I loved seeing those naked bodies everywhere.).  I went
around getting them drinks and cleaning up after them.  Heather went to the
refrigerator and removed the cum filled glass from earlier in the week.

   "I wasn't sure what I was saving this for, but you can never be too
prepared," she said with a giggle.  "I think you can wash it out now."

   Heather placed it in the sink with the dirty dishes and went to shower.

   Heather and I sat together on the couch cuddling while Linda and Cara
showered and dressed.

   They both came over to us smiling.  Linda spoke.

   "Aaron- Cara and I are going to be going out for the day.  I know today
is your last day with us.  I just wanted to say we've had a great time with
you this past week.  And the house looks great!"

   She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, giving my stiff cock a little
squeeze while looking me in the eyes.  "Thank you for everything," she
said.

   "It's OK, I've enjoyed it," I said.

   Cara took her place and sat on my lap.  She put her small arms around my
neck and faced me.

   "I want to thank you too, Aaron.  I've loved having you here," she said.
She gave me a small peck on the cheek and stroked me three quick times
before sliding off.

   Linda turned to Heather and said "You two have fun today!" Linda and
Cara both giggled as they left.

   Heather turned to me and slid up onto my lap, straddling me.

   "I want to make love to you, but don't come inside me," she directed.

   She slid her moist tunnel down on to me, throwing her arms around me.  I
put my arms around her also as she slowly moved up and down.  I took one
nipple in my mouth and teased it with my tongue.

   For five minutes, she continued working her pussy slowly up and down.  I
slid one hand in between us and starting rubbing her clit ,equally slowly.

   I felt the cum building and told Heather so.  She immediately stopped
moving, and simply sat still on my lap for a full thirty seconds before
slowly sliding off me.

   "On the floor, on your back," she stated.

   With myself on the floor, she placed her pussy over my mouth and took my
penis into hers.

   I needed no instructions and moved my tongue into action as she worked
all of me into her mouth, bottoming out on my pubic mound.  Sadly, I'm not
unbearably large, but it worked out well for her oral manipulations.

   She rested on one elbow as she slid her mouth up and down.  She used the
other hand to toy with my sack, working her index finger into my ass.  I
returned the gesture by sliding one finger into hers as well as I moved my
tongue in small circles.

   I was already aroused and on the edge before we started and it only took
a few minutes before I came into Heather's mouth.  She swallowed everything
eagerly not that there was much to swallow after the past week.

   After I finished cumming, she removed her mouth and raised herself up on
her elbows.  This pressed her pussy against my tongue harder and the added
sensation pushed her over the edge.  She arched her back and cried out "oh
Aaron!" Her thighs contracted around my chest, but I kept rubbing away, my
finger still working in and out.

   She continued cumming for a full two minutes before finally sliding her
pussy away from my mouth and rolling onto the floor in exhaustion.



   We both moved over to the edge of the couch and rested our backs against
it, remaining on the floor.  Heather placed her head on my chest, and I put
my arm around her.

   We merely sat and talked for over an hour about work, school (hers and
mine), friends, and the like.  She idly played with my limp penis which was
too drained to get hard again.  It didn't seem to bother her though.

   Somewhere in the conversation she mentioned about her and Cara being
adopted.

   "My birth parents died in a car crash when I was three," she said
softly.

   "I'm so sorry," I said.

   She shrugged on me.  "I really don't remember them.  My Mom- Linda, that
is - adopted me immediately and she's the only mother I've ever known as
I've grown up.  Cara's birth mother went to prison for drugs when she was
five and Mom adopted her at that time too.  No one knows who her father
was. Her mother got out of prison a while ago, but never made any attempt
to contact her.  Cara wants nothing to do with her anyways."

   "That's so sad," I said lamely.

   Heather must have realized things were getting too heavy, because she
suddenly sat up a bit and started playing with my sack more aggressively.

   "I wasn't looking to get you down, really, Linda is a great mother. 
Cara and I both love her and couldn't ask for better," she said.

   "Has your mom ever been married?" I inquired.

   "Why?  You trying to hook up with her?" she asked.

   I started to protest, but Heather started laughing.  "I'm just kidding,
honest.  She has had boyfriends occasionally, but never married.  We've
never really had a father figure here.  She's studious about keeping her
guy friends from meeting us unless they are serious, which hasn't happened
much.  She found out early on that she could never have children, so she
vowed to adopt, whether there was a man in her life or not." I was relieved
to find out that Linda couldn't get pregnant and blurted it out without
thinking.  Heather didn't seem offended and took it in stride.

   "Don't worry, there won't be any little Aarons running around nine
months from now.  My friends and I are all on the pill.  I didn't invite
anyone who I didn't know was already using protection.  Even Tricia, whose
mom got pregnant very young and made her start on the pill."



   Around lunch time, we both got up and I made one last meal for the two
of us, which we ate in silence..

   As I cleaned up, Heather left for her room and returned a few minutes
later with a small pile.

   In it were my clothes and a clear ziploc baggie which sat on top.  In
the baggie was the vial with my cum and the memory card.  She must have
taken them from the mug that morning when she made breakfast.

   "It's time for you to go home, Aaron.  It's a long drive home and you go
back to work tomorrow," Heather said quietly.

   "I know," I replied, but didn't move.  We were both silent for a full
minute.

   "I think I love you, Heather," I said suddenly.

   Heather smiled, but shook her head sadly.  "I don't know about that,
Aaron.  We've only known each other for a week.  How much do we know about
each other than how good we are in bed, and what we look like naked?  But
for what it's worth, I think I love you too.  You've been incredible this
week.  But I'm only sixteen.  Maybe a few years from now things will be
different, but right now you could get in a lot of trouble just for sitting
there naked as you are, never mind all the other things we did this week!.
You gave more or less this same speech to Tricia, remember?" she said.

   I nodded.  "I do.." I said softly.

   She continued, "Well, it was all perfectly true then and nothing has
changed.  If we tried to be together, we- really, you, would eventually get
caught.  I won't let you get in trouble to be with me, so you are going to
get dressed and go back to home.  But we'll still talk, I promise.  And,
when your vacation time comes next year, maybe you'll decide to call me. 
And when you do, maybe I'll say that, just perhaps, I still have some
evidence that I didn't mention before.  And, just perhaps, I'm thinking of
using it unless you spend the week here with me, Cara, my mom, and my
friends," she said, with a twinkle in her eye.

   "And Mama too?" I asked with a grin.  Heather laughed out loud at that.
"Yeah, I'm sure I could talk her big booty into coming back too!"

   I leaned over and embraced Heather, kissing her long and hard.  I pulled
back in looked her in the eyes and said "Yes, that sounds like something
that just may happen."
   The End 

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