"You're going to have be on your knees for this Alan" instructed Victoria "You're going to take Paul's penis in your mouth, and you are going to clean it thoroughly with your tongue. I want Paul absolutely spotless when you've finished. And if he comes in your mouth while you're doing it, you will not remove it or spit, you will just carry on, and keep licking it clean."
"He might need to stop for a little bit though" said Paul "Otherwise I'm not going to be able to cope"
"True" said Victoria "Well in which case, you do as I have just said, unless Paul tells you otherwise. You're to do whatever he tells you. Okay?"
Alan remained stood, immobile, until he sensed Victoria was abut to speak again, and he started to drop into a painful kneeling position. It took him a little while, but once he'd squatted down on his haunches, his crimson backside throbbing with pain, he dared to peek up at Paul's flaccid penis. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Somehow being buggered was different. He hadn't had to do anything, he had just led there and Paul had done it. In a way he wasn't responsible, didn't really have any involvement. This was different, he had to do it; he had to be involved; he had to take the lead. He remained a static heap of painful naked misery.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Alan," said Victoria "If I have to get up you are going to get another thrashing. There will be no pleading that you're sorry and you'll do it, no apologies or promises will stop me. It's as simple as that, if I have to rise from this chair you are going to get it big time."
Alan did not hesitate for a second. He looked up quickly and seized Paul's penis in his hands rather roughly.
"Ow" said Paul. Alan didn't apologise he just brought his mouth closer to the repulsive organ, descending into ever slower motion as it approached closer and closer. None of this stimulated Paul at all, and he remained quite flaccid, much to the disappointment of Wendy, and of Ben.
Alan heard a slight creak as Ben shifted slightly in his chair, and he misinterpreted it as Victoria growing impatient and beginning to rise. He engulfed Paul's penis rapidly, closing his mouth on it, but keeping his tongue well out of the way. Feeling very stupid, and very embarrassed he didn't know what to do next. He didn't want to lick Paul's penis, not just because such an overtly gay activity repulsed him, but also because he was afraid it was going to taste disgusting. The idea of sucking cock, and eating his own shit at the same time made him swim with nausea. Knowing he couldn't just remain as he was for the rest of his life, he surrendered to the inevitability, and raised his tongue ever so slightly, millimetre by millimetre, until he felt the bottom of Paul's shaft, just where the foreskin puckered slightly under the head. His taste buds reported a slight saltiness, and an unfamiliar savoury taste that he really did not want to think abut. He gagged, but he didn't remove the offending penis.
Paul waited patiently, knowing that all eyes were on him and Alan. When Alan's tongue touched him he reacted naturally. After all a tongue was a tongue, and the warm, soft, damp muscle stimulated him pleasantly.
Alan nearly panicked when he felt Paul's penis beginning to grow in his mouth. It started slowly at first, and then rapidly expanded to full size. Fighting the urge to eject it violently from his mouth, he quickly tightened his grip with his hands, closed his eyes, and licked. He tongue swirled round the end of Paul's rapidly stiffening organ, and as he brought it across the glans Paul let out a groan and bucked his hips slightly; instinctively.
Alan felt the faint thrust and nearly gagged again, but maintained his discipline and licked further and further down the shaft until he had licked as far as he could. Afraid of what might happen if he did a poor job, he reversed the process, until he was again licking Paul's glans.
Paul was already frustrated and full of pent up sexual energy, even though he had not long before ejaculated up Alan's arse. The morning had been one long tease as Ben was initiated, and then he had been brought near to orgasm by Amy, but they had been interrupted by the intruders and she had not been able to finish. Paul had then spent a lot of time with Wendy, giving her the pleasure of orgasms, but receiving none in return. Alan's arse had given him welcome and much needed relief, but Paul was still as randy as ever and now, with Alan's tongue stimulating his penis, he felt the pressure rise and release explosively.
Alan felt a powerful spasm in Paul's penis, and before he had a chance to wonder what that meant, the back of his throat was slapped with a string of come, as he gagged, and struggled to swallow he was hit by another. He panicked, like a drowning man, and tried to pull away, but Paul had hold of his head now and pushed him further on to his pulsing penis. Paul's hands slid naturally down to Alan's ears, and in his orgasmic ecstasy he grabbed them roughly and used them as handles. Still feeling like he was suffocating, the sharp pain in his ears caused him to open his mouth and yelp, but still he swallowed for fear he would suffocate otherwise.
The assault came to an abrupt end, and Alan breathed heavily from his nose, forcing streams of snot down his face. He felt elated when it was over, as a wave of euphoria at still being alive swept through him. He remembered suddenly that he had to make Paul's penis spotless, and also remembering the consequences of failure he began licking once again, hoping desperately that this would not lead to another ejaculation. He worked fast but carefully, cleaning up every last drop of salty come, with tears welling up in his eyes anew.
Paul's grip on Alan's ears had loosened, and Alan pulled his head back a little as he pulled Paul's penis out of his mouth with his hands. He dropped his head again, too ashamed to look at anyone.
"Clean?" asked Victoria.
"Clean enough" said Paul.
"Alright then, Alison? Quick wipe with a flannel should finish the job off" she said.
Alison bounced up and over to Paul delighted at her assigned task. She lifted Paul's limp penis with one hand, and with a solemn expression of responsibility she brought her flannel up with the other, wiping Paul carefully clean. She lowered his penis again gently, and wasn't the only one disappointed that it remained flaccid. She patted him affectionately on his beautiful bottom. "All done" she said, but not returning to her seat.
"Right then my boy, do you remember what's next?" asked Victoria. Alan didn't respond. He had no doubts any more. Everything Victoria had said they were going to do to him was going to come to pass. The utter degradation and humiliation of having to wank in front of everyone was too much for him to contemplate. He couldn't answer her, or acknowledge her in any way, even though he knew she was going to make him masturbate.
"Have you forgotten? Would you like me to remind you?" asked Victoria. Alan couldn't answer her; his mind whirled desperately for a means of escape. He could think of nothing except another appeal for mercy. Such an appeal would be humiliating in itself, and he was pretty sure it would fall on deaf ears.
Victoria sighed heavily, and eased herself out of her chair. Distracted by his thoughts, Alan didn't immediately comprehend the meaning of this simple act, and he remained kneeling, head down, tears still rolling down his cheeks as Victoria approached menacingly.
She brought the riding crop in a short shallow arc striking his bottom dead centre. Alan screamed, he fell forwards and his hands flew to cover his bottom.
"What did I tell you about what I was going to do if I had to get up out of my chair?" she asked firmly. He blubbered something incoherently.
"You will do exactly as you are told, and when I ask you a question you will answer me politely. Both of these things will be done immediately and without question. And I am now going to thrash you to make sure you remember" said Victoria.
"No! No, please!" yelled Alan "Don't hit me again, I'll do what you say I promise, anything- I'll answer. I'm sorry, just don't hit me I can't take any more." He was crying freely, shaking, but trying to lift his body back into a kneeling position. His hands remained protecting his bottom.
"Alan, I explained to you what I expected, and I explained to what was going to happen if I had to get up, and as you already know I am a women of my word. This is going to be a lesson so I expect you to heed it. In future you obey, immediately, and you answer me when I speak to you, always, without exception, without delay. Of course you have a choice, ultimately it is up to you. You Don't have to do any of these things, but you do have to understand that if you choose to be defiant there are consequences. It's all up to you sweety" said Victoria.
"I know, sorry- I will obey and answer. I get it now, it's just that I was stil... confused, I can't think straight... I'm so scared!" Alan managed to blubber.
"Well, I guess you have had a pretty tough time of it, perhaps, just this once we could..." began Victoria.
"No!" shouted Wendy "Beat the crap out of the little fucker. He's a lying little shit bag, and he deserves everything you're going to give him. Make him scream!"
"Wendy..." bawled Alan "I'm sorry... please... Don't do this to me!"
Victoria and the others were shocked by the ferocity of Wendy's outburst, and they realised that she really must hate her cousin with a passion. Victoria looked round at the others questioningly. Alison spoke first "He was really cocky, and he did threaten us. I'm not sure he's learned his lesson yet. "
"He does need to learn respect" said Emily.
"I think he is sorry" said Paul "but, mostly that he's being punished. I Don't think he's sorry enough yet for what he's done."
"You guys know best" said Ben, feeling sorry for Alan, but not being brave enough to speak up in his defence.
"All boys need to be smacked and humiliated" said Amy "That's the only way they learn anything." She grinned at Ben, who opened his mouth to respond to this outrageous statement, but thought better of it and closed his mouth again.
"Shall I string him up again?" asked Paul.
"No, it'll take too long and be too much trouble" said Victoria "Just hold him down. Ben, girls, give him a hand."
Paul grabbed Alan's shoulders and tried to pull them down, but there was resistance. "Don't make this any worse than it has to be" said Paul quietly. He didn't have a chance to find out if his words had any effect because Ben, Alison, Amy, and Wendy jumped on Alan and forced him to the floor. Alison grabbed his legs and hauled them back so that he was lying prone on his front.
"Just remember this Alan, next time you're asked a question or given an instruction" said Victoria, and she brought the riding crop down on his bottom. She wasn't as savage as she had been earlier, her anger had subsided, and the state his bottom was already in, the pain would be quite sufficient. Alan howled.
She hit him six times, and stopped. His bottom was becoming bruised, and had angry welts already prominent. It was going to be difficult for him to hide this from his parents, and she hoped that she wouldn't have to repeat the lesson. If his parents noticed him walking painfully, or sitting strangely they might ask questions, they might even demand to inspect him. If that happened he'd need a story that wouldn't implicate the gang, otherwise they could be in trouble. Victoria decided that she needed to consider this carefully, so that she could come up with a plan to head this threat off.
Alan was bucking and thrashing, screaming in pain again as he reached new heights of agony. "Stop! I can't take it any more. No more please... no more, Don't hit me." This was not entirely coherent, punctuated with sobs and wails, with tears streaming down his face, and snot streaming from his nose.
"Someone wipe his face" said Victoria. Emily grabbed a discarded flannel and carefully wiped his eyes and nose. Victoria gave him a minute to recover himself before she addressed him again.
"Now, do you remember what you have to do next?" she asked quietly, hoping he would answer her promptly.
"Yes, I've got to... you know" he said quickly.
"What?" asked Victoria forcing an edge of impatience to her voice; she really didn't want to give him another beating.
"You want me to wank. In different positions. I can't remember what you said they were, but I remember that" he said deferentially.
"Good boy. Alright then, roll onto your back sweety and show us what you've got" said Victoria, more kindly this time.
"Can I... just have a minute, to... I'm in agony" pleaded Alan.
"Alright, just a minute though" said Victoria "I'll tell you when the minute is up and I expect you to jump to it, okay?"
"Okay, thank you" said Alan.
Victoria returned to her seat and sat down again, glad of the chance to ponder her problem. "Ben, come here darling" she said. Ben trotted over dutifully and she pulled him into the chair beside him. She wrapped an affectionate arm around his shoulder, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I've got some thinking to do" she said "It's important, and I think better when I've got someone to cuddle. You don't mind do you?" she asked.
"No" said Ben, pleased to be of help, and elated at Victoria's obvious fondness for him. He let his head rest against her breasts and wondered if he would ever really be able to see them, or even play with them. This closeness, the warmth and scent of her body sent a thrill through him and added to the sight of Wendy's beautiful naked body, he couldn't help but rise to attention again. Victoria stroked Ben's tummy, and then patted the front of his trousers fondly. "Are you hard again?" she asked. Blushing at Victoria's question he just nodded against her breasts.
"I guess you must be pretty frustrated after all this" she said casually. He didn't understand what she meant by frustrated so he said "No, I'm not frustrated. Just a bit excited." He blushed again as he confessed this very private state of affairs.
"That's what I mean silly" she said giving him a squeeze around the shoulders. "Frustrated can mean that you're all excited sexually and want relief."
"Oh" said Ben, understanding now.
"So?" she asked.
"So what?" asked Ben.
"So are you feeling frustrated?" she asked.
"A bit" he said shyly.
"Well you leave it to me, it'll help me think anyway" she said. Victoria undid Ben's fly and began to insert her hand.
"What are you doing?" he asked in shock.
"Giving you relief" she answered "Now don't go all shy on me Ben. you're a big boy now, my little tiger. Don't you like me?"
Ben nodded again shyly. Victoria's hand slid into Ben's Boxers and took gentle hold of his penis, she started to draw it out through his fly.
"No, don't get it out" he whined.
"Don't be silly, no-one's going to see, and you need to get used to being exposed you know, if you're going to have any fun" she said quietly.
"But being exposed isn't any fun" he said mumbled embarrassedly.
"didn't you have fun with Alison earlier?" she asked giving him an encouraging nudge.
"Yeh..." he said a little reluctantly.
"And you were naked then. If you're having that kind of fun you usually need to be naked. But It's worth it isn't it?" she asked.
Ben paused, he had to admit that playing with Alison was just about the most amazing thing ever, and although he had been really embarrassed at being naked, he had got used to it, even to the extent that by the end he didn't mind Alison seeing and touching his naked willy at all.
"I suppose" he said squirming a little uncomfortably.
"Well, if you and I are going to play later, we'll both have to be naked for that won't we? Are you going to be all silly and shy then?" she asked.
Ben thought he probably was, but he shook his head, snuggling up even closer to Victoria to hide his embarrassment.
"So It's a bit silly to be all shy now isn't it?" she said. Ben didn't respond, except to put his left arm across his body, and tentatively place it on Victoria's tummy. The idea of seeing Victoria naked, or being able to touch her, made his willy even more rigid, and Victoria felt it. She smiled to herself, gave Ben another kiss on the cheek and pulled his erect member from it protective covering, and stroked it up and down slowly.
"Alison darling, can you get me some tissues?" she said.
Alison, like the others, was busy staring down at the pathetic boy, who was still blubbering on the floor. She cocked her head at the sound of her name, then nodded and rushed off to a drawer. Moments later she was stood at Victoria's side offering a box of tissues and staring down at Ben's erect willy.
"He's got a really nice willy hasn't he?" said Alison. Ben hid his face in Victoria's breasts.
"He has, he's got a lovely willy" agreed Victoria.
"Perfect compliment to a lovely bottom" said Alison adding to Ben's discomfort.
"It is" concurred Victoria, pulling a couple of tissues out of the box in readiness for Ben's ejaculation.
"I think that's long enough" said Victoria more loudly "Come on Alan, get to work."
Everyone, except Ben, turned to see if Alan would obey. He rolled over as fast as his pain racked body would allow, which wasn't very fast, but the audience was understanding. Once he was on his back his hand came down shamefully to his flaccid penis, and he took hold of it reluctantly. He kept his eyes tightly closed and tried to pretend he was at home in the lonely isolation of his bedroom. He stroked himself half heartedly, but found it difficult to stimulate himself.
Victoria wasn't really paying any attention. She had looked over to make sure he was compliant, but after that she had returned to her own private thoughts and her problem. As she mused she stroked Ben up and down, occasionally trying to stroke a finger down under his scrotum, but his trousers were too tight to allow her proper access. Unconsciously her hand drifted up to the top of his trousers and began to undo them. Ben squirmed against her in silent protest. "Ssshhhhh!" she said quietly, loosening his trousers now. She pushed them down just a little bit, enough for her to get her hand inside his boxers from the top. She pushed his boxers down at the front, sliding her hand under his testicles and she tickled him gently, before returning to stroke across his glans then pump him gently up and down again.
Ben kept his head hidden in Victoria's breasts feeling himself being exposed even more. The warm soft nest of her breasts was blissful and he wanted to hold them. His left arm circled further round Victoria so he held her in a hug around the waist, turning his body as he did so, which just happened to hide his tumescence from everyone bar Victoria and Alison. He could feel the fire building and knew he was not far from that ecstatic explosion of pleasure that he had only recently experienced for the first time.
Victoria knew boys well enough to recognise the signs of imminent ejaculation, and she brought the tissues up across the head of Ben's penis in readiness. The gentle contact of these soft tissues on his sensitive glans was enough to push Ben over the edge and he let out a loud "Uuuuuuuhhhhhrggghhh" as he exploded. He could feel the deep and powerful pumping inside him as he filled with pleasure. His whole body went limp, and he gripped Victoria tightly. Without thinking he clamped his lips onto Victoria's left breast and kissed it passionately.
Victoria caught his seed expertly, and felt a quick thrill as he kissed her breast. She dropped the soiled tissues on the floor and grabbed another couple from the box Alison still held ready. Having been startled by Ben's orgasmic outburst Alison was staring at his willy again. "Flannel please darling" said Victoria smiling. Alison grabbed the soiled tissues, and dumped them in a bin, then put the tissues away and fetched a flannel.
Victoria was smiling happily. Just as Ben had come an idea had popped into her mind. Her problem was solved. She could think of no better muse than a boy to play with idly while she contemplated. She took the flannel from Alison and carefully wiped his soft penis clean before returning it fondly to his pants. She withdrew her hand, allowing the elastic to restore his boxers into position and she hauled his trousers back up, fastening them carefully. She wrapped her hands round him and gave him a warm hug.
Feeling embarrassed about his treatment, and worried that Victoria might be cross at his uninvited assault on her breast, he risked a peek from where his face was hidden, his face red and shot with guilt.
"You silly thing" said Victoria looking down at him. His embarrassment and guilt made him look so cute, so adorable. She leant down and kissed him again, but not on the cheek. This time she kissed him on the lips, just gently, just enough to let him know that it was alright. Ben's heart soared, and he snuggled closer, hugging her tightly. With Ben now lying side on facing her, she shifted her hand round behind him and stroked his bottom affectionately and looked up to see how Alan was getting on.
He wasn't getting on very well. He was barely a third erect and struggling sorely to improve his condition.
"Good God boy" said Victoria "I should have thought with all the hard-ons you've had so far you'd be desperate to have a wank."
"I'm sorry... I'm trying... I just can't..." he whimpered terrified she was going to beat him again.
"Alright, we'll help then. First of all open your eyes and look at me" she said.
The last thing Alan wanted to do was meet anyone's gaze, especially Victoria's, but out of fear he opened his eyes and looked over at her.
"Earlier" she said "You were desperate enough to see your cousin naked that you actually tried to strip her. Now here she is stark naked. If that doesn't get you off I don't know what will" and then after a slight pause "Or are you gay?"
"No!" he said "I'm not!"
"Wendy move round in front of Alan so he can see you properly. Alan I want you to look at Wendy, and get on with it!" commanded Victoria. Wendy didn't hesitate. She absolutely did not want Alan staring at her naked body, and neither did she want him having visions of her while he was wanking, but both of those things were infinitely preferable to what she feared Victoria might do to her if she refused.
Alan turned his gaze to his cousin. He saw her pussy first, two parallel lips framed in dark hair, but not enough to obscure his view. At the top, just poking through the slightly parted labia, was the hood of her clitoris. Alan's penis grew rapidly as he tried to imagine what lay unrevealed within. His eyes rose slowly to her breasts. Small, admittedly, but perfect, and so feminine. He wanted to be able to touch her, but he didn't think they'd allow that. Hell, he wanted to fuck her. He surprised himself by suddenly coming all over his chest. The release was unbelievable, and for a short while all the pain that wracked his body disappeared completely.
"Next position then" said Victoria "Standing up I think." Alan stood up quickly, and looked across at Victoria nervously, his face red with shame. "Wank away my boy, come on we haven't got all day" she added.
"I can't straight away" he said his voice tinged with fear "I've just done it."
"Perhaps another thrashing will give you time to recover then" said Victoria, but without making any move to get up. Alan started rubbing vigorously with little success. Victoria caught Paul's eye, and mouthed "Paul" silently, then nodded to Wendy. Paul nodded back, and crossed over to behind Wendy. He wrapped his arms around her as he'd done before, and she snuggled back into him in complete surrender. He used one hand to play with her breasts, while his other stroked her between the legs. Playing with her clitoris and stroking up and down inside her pussy he bent to kiss her. It wasn't long before Wendy was writhing ecstatically in his arms again and her pussy opened up, inflamed and hungry. Paul made sure that his motions opened up her pussy lips widely, giving Alan a full view of Wendy's genital secrets.
Alan was rampant as his eyes bulged and his mind was a riot of sexual frenzy. Again he spurted violently, but this time across the floor, achieving a considerable distance.
"Kneeling" said Victoria.
"Now?" asked Alan, incredulous.
"Immediately!" said Victoria.
Alan sank to his knees and without removing his hand from his sore, limp, dirty dick he began stroking again.
"Do you mind if we...?" asked Paul, looking across at Victoria. She hesitated; she wanted some action herself and she didn't want Paul to tire himself out, added to which Wendy didn't really deserve it. On the other hand, Wendy might yet be useful to them, and if they indulged her a little she might cooperate more than otherwise. She weighed up the many factors quickly.
"Go on then" said Victoria.
Paul pulled Wendy round to face him and kissed her passionately "Do you want to?" he asked her.
"Oh God yes...." she replied going weak at the knees. Paul released her briefly, and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. He dropped it aside. Wendy's hands were already fumbling awkwardly at his belt. She pulled it open, but her hands were shaking too much to get his trousers undone. Paul took over, snapped the button, dropped the zip and shoved his trousers and pants down in one motions, dancing his legs up and down to free them from his legs.
No one was watching Alan struggling pathetically to achieve another erection; they were all watching Paul divest himself of every stitch of clothing. His long lean body, tanned and healthy, held the whole room in thrall, even Alan was staring.
From his shoulders, down his back, round his beautiful curvy bottom, to his thighs, there was not an ounce of fat on him. He was slim, and hadn't yet bulked out. He was still essentially a boy, albeit a beautiful and talented one, but there was a strong element of manliness about his manner, in the way he looked at Wendy and in how he treated her. His erect penis curved elegantly up from the juvenile shrubbery of his groin, pointing to the firm flat tummy above.
Ben sat, still snuggled up against Victoria, with his mouth open, and his willy hard. He had never lusted after a boy before, but he was lusting after this one. Victoria, Emily, Alison, and Amy all watched with their own lustful appreciation, and Victoria was beginning to regret she hadn't said no, and saved him for herself later on.
Alan had now achieved what he thought was impossible. He was erect again and stroking hard despite the soreness.
Wendy looked down at Paul's penis, breathing heavily and feeling like her legs were going to collapse under her at any moment. As she brought a hand tentatively down towards it. Paul wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her gently to the floor.
Everyone continued to watch, including Alan, as Paul rose above Wendy his erection bobbing with his motion. He kissed her and she took hold of him, exploring that part of him she so desperately wanted inside her. Paul lowered himself to his knees and stroked Wendy's breasts, down her chest and tummy. She quivered with delight, and looked down his body to the amazing thing she was holding, she rubbed it as she had seen Alan doing with his, and enjoyed the fullness of it in her hand. Paul, noticing the silence in the room turned his head towards the others.
"You don't have to watch!" he complained.
"Oh I think we do darling" said Victoria. He sighed in exasperation, but Wendy's manipulations were beginning to get him going. He slid a hand quickly between her legs, stroked her, explored. She was dripping wet, and he inserted a finger, and then two, inside her, being careful not to over stimulate her. Satisfied that she was ready, he kissed her again and gently removed her hand from his penis. He moved his hips down and manoeuvred himself into position, penetrating her slowly, carefully, not wanting to cause her any pain. Once she realised what he was doing she tensed slightly expecting some discomfort or even worse, but there was only a warm fullness that gave her a feeling of contentment. She brought her hands round to his bottom, seized his buttocks and pushed against them to encourage him.
Alan groaned painfully as he shot his load again. He collapsed on the floor, the delicate skin around the top of his shameful red penis beginning to tear from the abrasion of his efforts.
"Sitting position" said Victoria, but Alan didn't hear her, his breaths were coming in gasps and his heart was pounding.
"Somebody smack that boy!" she said.
Amy got to him before Alison did and she slapped his bottom hard. "Victoria said sitting position" she shouted at him.
"Again!?" he gasped pathetically.
"Choice is yours my boy, get that things spouting again right now, or have another beating" Victoria said.
Alan groaned pitifully but sat up and started rubbing himself again.
"Victoria?" said Alison, with a slight whine to her voice "Could Ben and I do that?" she asked in a small voice nodding towards Paul and Wendy.
Victoria looked over at Emily, who shook her head briefly.
"No darling, not yet, when you're older" said Victoria.
"Please? I am older now. And I know what I'm doing" pleaded Alison.
"We'll talk about it later" said Emily.
"I want to do it now though" whined Alison.
"Darling, you've been told no, so stop complaining" said Victoria.
"But it's not fair, I never get to have any fun!" said Alison becoming quite petulant.
"Do you want that riding crop across your bare bottom young lady" asked Emily looking cross.
Alison didn't respond; it was such a stupid question anyway. She scowled at Emily, but Emily ignored her, returning her attention to Paul. Ben looked across at Alison, wondering why she wanted to do that with him. The idea excited him well enough, but he'd thought she'd rather do it with Paul. He smiled to himself happily. It seemed that both Alison and Victoria really liked him, and this did his self esteem no end of good.
Paul was sliding in and out of Wendy with a look of joy on his face; he loved doing this more than anything. Wendy moaned ever louder, ever more urgently as the thrill of his penis thrusting in and out brought her to the very peak of sexual excitement. She gripped his bottom ever tighter, squeezing it, pushing it, encouraging it in its essential motions. She kissed him intermittently, with magnificent passion but also pulled away and held her head well back so that he could fill her breasts with an almost equal thrill.
Alan was struggling. He watched Paul with Wendy, and he had managed to get hard again, but wanking himself was now so painful that he couldn't get close to that feeling of mounting orgasm. He tried to imagine himself in Paul's position, tried to imagine what it would be like to fuck Wendy like that.
Victoria leaned into Ben a little bit, concerned that Alison was still fuming and resentful of the restrictions placed on her. "Why Don't you go and cheer Alison up a bit" she whispered to him.
"How?" he asked, not wanting to leave the dreamy warm cocoon he inhabited.
"Well," she said "You could put an arm round her and give her a hug. Give her a kiss, and tell her you really like her. You could tell her you're sorry that you aren't allowed to do what Paul and Wendy are doing, but that you'd really like to, and that you're really looking forward to when you will be able to. Tell her it'll give you both something to look forward to, and the anticipation will make it even more fun when you do."
Ben shook his head against Victoria's breasts, embarrassed "I can't say that"
"Why not, she'll love it" said Victoria.
"No she won't" said Ben.
"Come on tiger, you've got to start acting more grown up. Be brave, and show me what you can do. Go on!" And she gave him a little shove, pushing him away from her. Nervously he stood up, and missing Victoria's warmth and the comfort of her breasts, he walked up to Alison, worried that everyone in the room would see his erection bulging in his trousers. Everyone was too busy watching Paul and Wendy to notice Ben.
Paul suddenly pulled out of Wendy, and as his penis escaped her vaginal clutch he brought a quick hand to her clitoris and pinched it gently giving it a slight twist. His penis twitched violently and he started shooting sperm all over the floor. Wendy screamed, tensed her entire body, and then collapsed like a rag doll, yelping and moaning loudly as she was racked by multiple orgasms. She thought she was going to die from the pleasure, and even felt herself being wafted out of her body and off to paradise. Paul just kept coming and coming, pumping more and more seed out onto the floor. He also collapsed, and he groped for Wendy, moving carefully up her side until he could put an arm over her and give her a kiss.
"I love you!" she yelled, still in the throes of orgasm.
Ben put an arm round Alison's shoulders, and pulled her to him. She turned her head to look up at him, but her expression was still dark. She nearly shrugged him off, but feeling sorry for herself, she let him fold her in his arms and give her a kiss. She brought her hand round to the front of his trousers and squeezed experimentally. "At least someone likes me" she said sulkily.
"I do like you" said Ben "And I'd really love to be able to do that with you, but if we're not allowed to It's okay, I'm prepared to wait" he continued growing into his new role. He kissed her again and she folded into him. "It'll give us something to look forward to, and think how brilliant It's going to be when we are finally allowed to."
"We can still do other things" she said coming round a little, and stroking him through his trousers. He put a hand on her bottom and caressed it enthusiastically "Yeh, we can still have fun. I can't wait to see you naked again" he said.
Alison brightened considerably "Me too" she replied.
Victoria watched them, smiling, then she looked over at Emily who was also watching them closely and Victoria gave her a nod and wink. Emily shrugged and frowned slightly, before shaking her head and mouthing "Later, we'll talk." Victoria nodded again.
While Wendy and Paul lay in each others arms, talking quietly, caressing each other and kissing, Alan struggled with his hard-on. It just wasn't coming, and the more he worked at it the more sore it became.
"I'm not seeing come, my boy" said Victoria.
"I'm doing my best I really am" said Alan desperately "It's so sore, It's the pain, it just isn't going to work."
"Maybe he's broken it" said Amy in awe.
"I Don't think so darling, he's just overused it a bit" said Victoria "Alan don't be a big girl, you've only got to come now and three more times. Think of it as good practise."
"And three more times!" he yelled desperately, his face a mask of disbelief "It's impossible. I mean, I want to, I'll do whatever you say, but I can't do what's impossible can I? Please I am trying my best"
Victoria regarded him coldly for a few moments "Well, I can't say I believe you. I know for a fact that boys masturbate all the time without difficulty, although I suppose you are a bit of a wimp."
"Maybe we could substitute another punishment" suggested Emily.
"Might be a good idea" said Victoria "What do you think Alan?"
"Depends, I mean, what punishment?" he asked.
"I haven't decided yet I'm asking whether you think It's a good idea" she replied.
"I don't know it depends on the punishment" he offered weakly, afraid she was going to get cross with him.
"The alternative is that you continue to whack off four more times, and very likely with multiple beatings in between for dawdling" she said "But the choice is yours."
"All right" he conceded "I'll take a different punishment."
"Okay then, finish off this one and then clean up the mess you've made on the floor" said Victoria.
"This one?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes, you've started so you should finish." she said.
"Oh God!" he wailed.
Wendy was still lying on the floor facing Paul, kissing him and gently exploring his penis with her back to Alan, when an idea occurred to her. She rolled onto her other side, propping her head up on her hand, and she watched him struggling with his now limp raw penis.
Continued in Chapter Thirteen