"I'll tell you what" said Victoria kindly "If you're really good, and do as you're told, on Saturday I'll let you undress me. How's that?"
"Really?" said Ben.
"Really" she replied and couldn't resist ruffling his hair. Ben's penis stiffened again rapidly.
"And" said Paul "If you're really really good" we'll let you whack off to the video of that girl we were stripping the other day, and all the other girls we've stripped."
"Shouldn't the better prize be to undress me?" asked Victoria.
"Well... you can get tired of the same girl" offered Paul flippantly.
"You're chances of quality relief have just halved" said Victoria.
Everyone laughed; even Ben and Amy, who both hadn't really understood what they were on about.
But, give them time...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ben slid carefully out of the chair, covering his groin as best he could, as he crabbed his way to his discarded clothes.
"Where are you going sweety?" asked Victoria.
"Um, to get dressed. I wanna get dressed now" said Ben, suddenly afraid they were going to make him stay naked.
"I thought you were going to be playing with Alison?" Victoria said.
"Yeh, but... I'll get dressed first" said Ben, a slight whine creeping into his voice.
"Oh no, that's not fair" said Alison "If I'm letting you take my clothes off you've got to stay naked, otherwise how are we going to play?"
"Play?" said Ben, almost in panic as he picked up his boxers.
"Yeh, play. You know, like with your willy and stuff, like before. Didn't you like it?" asked Alison.
Ben blushed, trying to stuff a foot into his pants while keeping his other hand firmly planted over his private parts. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times. He didn't know what to say, and Amy's presence just made it worse.
"What Alison means is, didn't you like it when she gave you a blow job and made you come. Wasn't it nice, the orgasm?" added Paul.
Ben had no doubts about that. It was the most incredible experience of his life, and... and, he suddenly realised, that ache that had tormented him these past three days had eased. In fact it had gone, but there was no doubting that it was returning. The more he thought about it the stronger it grew, and he knew he'd be tormented by this deep longing again and again. He forgot what the question was, forgot what he was doing, but instinctively he drew his boxers back up his legs.
"Anyway, what do you bloody know about boys' willies?" he suddenly blurted out at Amy, trying to deflect some of the attention away from himself.
"I've seen lots, including yours" said Amy smiling sweetly.
"How? How have you seen lots?" he asked, not knowing whether to believe her or not.
"You're such a prude" said Amy "Such a baby" putting the emphasis on the word baby.
"Alright, enough arguing" said Victoria.
"I've seen Paul's, and played with it" said Amy.
Ben gaped at her, then looked up at Paul who just smiled at him and raised his eyebrows teasingly. Ben didn't understand why, but he felt jealous.
"Sod off!" he said, blushing even redder.
"Enough I said!" said Victoria "Look, if you want to play with Alison, you'll have to stay naked. Otherwise, you can get dressed. It's up to you."
Ben completed the task of restoring his pants and his modesty, and felt a little more relaxed now he was covered up. He was torn, and that pretty much summed up the last three days of his young life. It wasn't a feeling he wanted to grow accustomed to. He closed his eyes, tried to think. He didn't want to be naked, especially since he was likely to keep getting embarrassing hard-ons, but on the other hand he desperately wanted to see Alison naked; have the chance to touch her; have her make him orgasm again. He hated that all this had to come at a price. Why couldn't he just have what he wanted without having to be naked?
"You all have to leave" he said, becoming sullen again "and... and I'm keeping my pants on, for now anyway."
"We'll go" said Victoria "but the pants are coming off. You know the deal. Take it or leave it."
"After you've gone" said Ben.
Victoria gave a big sigh "Ben, you're going to have to get used to this you know. Alright, you can keep them on until we've gone, but then you have to take them off. If you don't Alison will tell us and you're going to be in big trouble. And I don't want you thinking you can argue with us all the time. You're the junior most member of the gang, and you have to learn to do as you're told."
"I will" said Ben weakly, remembering that they might subject him to some terrible punishment if he annoyed them.
"Come on" said Emily, "Let's leave them to it"
"Time for some relief" said Paul excitedly.
"Can I do it?" asked Amy.
"Knock yourself out" said Victoria "He's not getting any from me"
"What about me?" asked Emily as she led the way to the door.
Victoria smiled at her "No, you're okay, it's only Paul I'm pissed off with"
Ben waited, and watched, as the four of them left the room. He wasn't entirely happy with what he'd heard. He didn't quite get what they meant by relief, but he had a suspicion that it had something to do with sex, and he didn't like the idea of his little sister getting up to that kind of thing with Paul, or anyone.
Alison snatched his attention back "Come on then" she said.
"Come on then what?" he asked, turning his head to look at her.
"Pants. Off" she smiled at him excitedly.
"I'll keep them on for a bit longer" said Ben.
"Nope. You heard Victoria, off or you're in trouble" she said gleefully.
"I'll take them off when you're naked" Ben tried.
"Now!" said Alison firmly "Or I'm going to take them off for you."
Ben backed away slightly "Just for a little while longer" he begged.
Alison shrugged, and began walking swiftly towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Ben asked, growing worried.
"To tell Victoria that you're not doing as you were told" she said without pausing or looking back.
"No, wait! I am, look!" he almost shouted, pulling his boxers down, one hand covering himself again.
"You'd better keep them off, and do as you're told" said Alison "Victoria really doesn't like people disobeying her. I got spanked for it, and that wasn't even my fault."
Ben stepped out of his pants, but wasn't quite able to let go of them.
"Anyway, we shouldn't be arguing, we should be friends" she said "If you want to play that is."
Ben nodded, feeling his penis begin to swell again. "Are you... going to ... get undressed then" he asked, his breathing becoming heavy, his heart starting to race.
"No" she said simply.
"But you said..." he started.
Alison held up a hand to stop him in mid flow "You're supposed to undress me" she said.
"Oh" said Ben, dropping his gaze to the floor and reddening again.
"Where do you want me?" she asked brightly.
"Um..." said Ben, his voice quivering.
"I'll lie here" she said helpfully, dropping herself to the floor and lying prone; her hands at her sides. She smiled up at him invitingly.
"Probably best if you kneel down here" she said patting the floor beside her.
Ben looked at the spot where Alison patted, then turned his gaze on her; his eyes raking quickly from her feet up to her face, taking in all the important landmarks on the way.
"You really are funny" she said, giggling slightly.
"What? Funny? What do you mean?" asked Ben growing more self conscious by the second.
"Well, you go on about wanting to strip girls, and all you were saying before in the other room, and now, when you've got the chance, you're too chicken.
"I..."
"I didn't think you'd be this much of a baby. Especially after we've seen you all naked."
"But..."
"And with a stiffy, that was funny. Anyway I gave you a blow-job, and if that doesn't stop you being shy I don't know what will."
"Shut up!" said Ben certain he must be bright red from head to toe.
"I'm going to suggest to Victoria that you need some toughening up lessons. We'll organise some exercises for you or something. Keep you naked for a few days, get you used to walking round with a stiff knob, and being wanked off, that sort of thing. We don't want any cissies in our gang. If you can't take it you're not much use are you?"
"I am, I mean I'm not. Just shut up!" shouted Ben, on the verge of tears.
"I think the problem is that you're still a little boy, and you need to grow up. That's what it is. I'll have a word with Victoria and the others, we'll sort you out."
"No! I'm not a little boy, I am grown up" said Ben indignantly.
"Well prove it then!" said Alison "Stop cowering behind those stupid pants, come over here, and get on with it."
Ben hesitated, but only for a moment. With a big gulp he threw his boxer shorts aside, but kept a protective hand in front of himself, and he quickly crossed over to Alison's side, dropping himself to the floor. He sat, cross legged, a hand dangling in his lap so that Alison couldn't see his groin, and looked her up and down again while he tried to figure out where to start.
"You might be better kneeling" suggested Alison "And stop covering up your willy. I want to see it, and play with it."
Ben scowled, flushed again, and took hold of her green t-shirt, pulling it up awkwardly with one hand.
"It would be easier if you used both hands" she said, her head turned on its side so she would be able to see him when he exposed himself.
"I'm alright" he said, struggling on.
"You are being silly Ben. Come on, we're not going to have much fun if you want to keep your dick hidden all the time. Look..." she reached a hand out and thrust it into his groin. Taking Ben completely by surprise she knocked his protective hand out of the way and grasped his erect penis.
"Oooooh" he exclaimed involuntarily.
Before he could react, she ran her thumb gently over Ben's exposed glans and pulled her hand downwards into his lap, extending Ben's foreskin as far as it would go, before dragging it back up again.
"Aaawwww" he exhaled. Ben was filling with warm exciting feelings again; the kind he couldn't ignore; the kind that took control of him and rendered him a slave. He leant back on his hands, making no move to defend himself, and bit down on his lower lip.
"Fun?" Alison asked.
Despite himself, Ben nodded slightly.
"Well, there's plenty more where that came from. Just relax and enjoy it. Don't be all silly about it."
Ben nodded again. Alison relaxed her grip, curling her fingers around his shaft gently, and stroking down towards his scrotum. She slid her finger around the base of Ben's penis, and down onto the sides of his tight scrotum, before tickling up underneath it. Ben had his eyes closed, an expression of ecstasy stamped on his face. He was rigid.
"Come on, I want to be naked too, then you can play with me. Girls want to have fun too you know" she said, pulling her hand away from his groin and pouting.
Her pout was wasted on Ben, who still had his eyes closed as he revelled in the sensations being inflicted on him. When she withdrew her hand he shuddered, and wanted her to carry on, wanted to feel again what he had felt when she had made him come before.
"Ben!" said Alison sharply "Girl? Naked? Big chance? Don't blow it!"
"Uh? Sorry..." said Ben, recovering from his reverie, and looking down at Alison again. He wanted her naked. He really wanted her naked. Badly. He had no idea what happened after that, but he didn't care. Having lost all sense of modesty, at least temporarily, he leapt up into a kneeling position. He loomed over Alison, his erection bobbing alarmingly from side to side. As Ben grabbed Alison's t-shirt again, this time with both hands, and drew it rather roughly up her chest, she reached out a hand again and caressed him softly under the scrotum, using the inside of her forearm to push his penis gently up against his belly. Ben groaned. As Ben tried to wrestle the t-shirt off over Alison's head, she had to withdraw her hand again and raise it over her head. As in his haste to pull her t-shirt off, and being distracted from his task by the sight of her white bra, Alison's nose got squashed, and she yelped.
"Sorry" he said as he threw the shirt aside.
"Ow!" she said.
"I said I'm sorry" said Ben sincerely.
"Be careful. It's not a race you know" she said. She knew it was not entirely his fault. He was in a frenzy; she'd seen it before, and she had been largely responsible for inducing it. When Paul was in this state the girls could get him to do anything. Anything at all. And that was always fun. Boys: they couldn't really help themselves.
Unsure of the technicalities of a bra, Ben just stared at it for a little while, until with a sigh of impatience, Alison sat up and unclasped it at the back. She lay back again, leaving him the job of pulling it off. Ben quickly got the idea, and once she was prone again he snatched at it and pulled it away in quick jerky stages.
Ben didn't consciously drop the bra, it just fell from his hand as his eyes riveted themselves to Alison's young breasts. His mouth opened and his tongue hung out. They were small, but definite. Not anywhere near the size of Victoria's magnificent articles, but nevertheless they were real breasts, not some juvenile soon to become breast lumps.
While Ben stared, transfixed, Alison, rolling her eyes, reached down for Ben's penis again and started stroking it lazily. She wasn't sure what it was about willies, but she really liked them; liked the feel of them, especially when they were hard. And Ben's was about as hard as a willy could get.
"You can touch them you know" she said.
Ben's eyes met hers briefly. He licked his lips, and as if not quite believing her, his hands came down cautiously until they rested on the small fleshy mounds. Tentatively he squeezed and stroked.
Alison squirmed slightly, and gave Ben's penis an affectionate squeeze.
"I'm still half dressed" she said.
Ben looked up at her, unable to quite believe that this girl actually wanted him to take off all her clothes. Suddenly afraid that she might change her mind, he quickly shuffled himself around and his hands flew from her breasts to the top of her skirt, his mind racing to figure out how it came off.
When he turned, his penis flew from Alison's hand and she rested it instead on his bottom. She smiled as she enjoyed the sight and feel of it.
"Probably best to do my shoes and socks next" she suggested helpfully.
"Oh, right" said Ben, shuffling further down Alison's body. She sat up slightly, admiring the view, and her hands came up to stroke Ben's bottom again.
"You really do have a nice bottom" she said.
"Everyone keeps saying that" said Ben "It's just normal"
"It's not you know. It's really nice. I bet it would be great to spank it" she added.
"Shut up" he said rediscovering his embarrassment again.
"Do you get spanked at home?" she asked.
"No" he said.
"What, not at all?" she asked surprised.
"No. Mum and dad don't believe in that sort of thing."
"Lucky you" said Alison, outing again.
"Do you?" asked Ben.
"Mind your own business" she said.
"You do then" said Ben, having finished baring Alison's feet and turning round to face her again.
Alison blushed for the first time. "I didn't say that"
"Does your mummy do it like Paul? Pull your knickers down and smack your bare botty?" he asked, enjoying his opportunity to embarrass Alison for once.
"There's a button, and a zip, on the side." said Alison trying to change the subject.
"What?" asked Ben, confused.
"My skirt" she said "You're supposed to be undressing me, remember?"
Ben did remember, and after a short search he found the fastenings and undid them. Tugging experimentally at first, he began drawing Alison skirt down. When her pink knickers came into view he gasped again, and hurried his attempts up. He pulled so fast that when he let go the skirt flew across the room, and Ben turned his full attention to Alison's knickers.
His eyes fixed on the little pink triangle between her legs, where he was sure he could just make out the faintest of furrows in the material. His penis lurched and throbbed with anticipation and he took a deep breath.
"Nearly there" said Alison cheerfully "Eventually" she added.
Ben reached for the final barrier between him and his seeing a girl naked for the first time, all too conscious of the girl he had seen three days ago, led on this very floor, in just her knickers. And they were just about to come off. That was what had started this insane journey in the first place. Ben took the material at the waist, on either side, and pulled.
Alison, pretending to help, brought her legs and knees up, and lifted her bum from the floor. Ben pulled Alison's knickers off, up her legs, over knees, and down her legs again, painfully aware that with Alison's knees up, and her legs tightly closed, he couldn't see a thing.
"I can't see anything, put your legs down!" he complained.
"Persuade me!" she said.
"How?" he whined.
"You could give me a kiss" she suggested.
"What for?" he asked.
"God, boys!" she said exasperated "Why are you all so useless."
Ben shuffled upwards again, to Alison's side. He bent down over her, and touched his lips to hers quickly, in a stabbing motion.
"Not like that" said Alison "Like this!" She put a hand behind his head and drew him down to her. Her lips met his gently, and parted slightly. She sucked, and then, taking Ben completely by surprise her tongue invaded his mouth, as she moved her head slowly from side to side.
Ben's initial reaction was disgust. He knew kissing was horrible already, but this was worse. He was about to pull away, spit, wipe his mouth with his hand, when Alison brought her other hand round to his lap again, and he felt her stroke her palm across his glans. Something inside him melted, dissolving his will, and as her fingers again wrapped themselves round his shaft and worked gently up and down, he found himself responding to Alison's kiss. His tongue, under autonomous control, slid out and into her mouth, and he began kissing her back with something akin to passion.
Without thinking, Ben's left hand came down on Alison's breasts and he started stroking again, but this time it felt different. The small nipples at the centre of each breast were hard and standing proud. He explored them with his fingers as they continued to kiss.
After a short while Alison took her hand off Ben's penis and took hold of his breast exploring hand, and drew it down her body to the mysterious region between her legs. Her knees were still up but she relaxed them outwards to the sides, and she placed Ben's hand firmly between her legs.
Ben was disappointed, thinking that Alison didn't want him stroking her breasts anymore; thinking this was some kind of rejection. He wondered if that was it, the end of the playing, but when she planted his hand firmly between her legs he silently rejoiced. He realised that he had now learned a very important secret. He had persuaded Alison, and felt sure that you could make a girl do whatever you wanted them to do; all you had to do was kiss them. This was their great weakness.
His hand remained still, slowly taking in the strange details of this foreign terrain. He decided he needed to see. The kissing had been okay, but it had done its job now, and it was time for him to stop; to take a proper look at a naked girl. He pulled his head away from Alison's, but he did it slowly, not wanting it to appear like a rejection; he was learning. She gazed up at him as he sat upright again, knowing he was being driven by forces well beyond his control.
As soon as he was sure that Alison wasn't cross with his aborted kissing he moved swiftly to the side of her hips, moving his hand from her groin as he did so. He stared down at her, his eyes widening, his jaw dropping, and his penis attaining new heights of rigidity. He followed the line of Alison's two puffy lips, opening ever so slightly, from the top to where they curved away between her legs. A faint tracing of blonde hair framed the lips like an ermine garbed treasure.
"Bugger me!" said Ben.
"That's Paul's job" said Alison with a giggle.
"What?" said Ben.
"Nothing. Stroke it. But be careful, just use your fingers, lightly" she said.
Ben brought a tentative hand down, as if it might get bitten at any moment, until he rested it lightly in her groin again. He trailed his fingertips up and down, on either side of her lips, and Alison moaned gently.
"Put a finger inside" she said "but very gently"
Still stroking up and down, he let his middle finger probe inside the slit, pushing it further in as he gained confidence. Alison began squirming slightly as she continued to moan. His finger met resistance at a firm lump at the top, and Alison took a sharp breath.
"Careful, that's very sensitive. Stroke it very gently" she said.
"I need to see better" said Ben with some urgency. He used both hands this time and carefully pulled Alison's already flowering labia apart.
"Wow!" he said, having no understanding of what he was seeing. Alison sat up a little, resting herself on her hands, her arms outstretched behind her.
"You need to learn all about this stuff" she said.
"Why?" Ben asked not taking his eyes off her secret treasures for a second.
"Because if you're going to be any use you need to know what you're doing, and that means knowing all about what's what" she said.
Ben wasn't really listening, but he registered the important parts.
"Use for what?" he asked.
"Well, Victoria's not going to be very happy if you can't please her properly" she said.
"Please her, what do you mean?" asked Ben completely confused now.
"Like this" said Alison "You have to learn how to give a girl pleasure. Victoria's not going to let you fiddle around with her until you know what you're doing."
"What? You mean... Victoria will let me see her like this? I mean... touch her and stuff?" asked Ben incredulously.
"Of course. That's what boys are for" said Alison "Paul's been trained up, he's really good at it, and we'll have to train you up too, we're a bit short of boys."
"Bugger!" said Ben "But isn't Paul in charge, I mean he's a senior isn't he?"
Alison laughed, lay back, then sat up again. "No, Victoria's in charge. Paul does as he's told"
"Why, a boy should be in charge not a girl?" said Ben.
"Because boys have got a fatal weakness" said Alison "It makes them really easy to control"
"No we haven't" said Ben, and then "What?"
Alison reached out her hand, took hold of Ben's penis again and stroked it firmly. "This!" she said "A boy will do anything for a bit of attention here"
Ben was breathing heavily again, overcome with powerful sensations, unable to think straight. Somehow he knew she was right, but at the same time girls had their weaknesses too, hadn't he made her open her legs by kissing her?
"So you need to learn. Pay attention!" Alison sat up straighter and took her hand off Ben's penis, instead taking hold of his hand again and bringing it back to her groin.
"This here is the clitoris, and it's very very very very very sensitive, so you need to be really careful with it. But, girls love to have it stroked. If you stroke it gently, really gently, it's lovely. You stroke round it, stroke over it, and even pinch it so long as it's very very gently" said Alison.
Ben just nodded slightly and gulped.
"These are the labia, there are two pairs, the outer - here, and the inner - here, they're very sensitive too, but not as sensitive, and down here is the entrance to the vagina. That's where you put your willy when you have sex properly" she continued.
Ben nodded again, his eyes wide and his mouth open, and expression of complete shock and surprise on his face. "Are we going to... you know?" he gulped.
"No, I'm not allowed to, not yet anyway" said Alison.
"Do your mum and dad let you do this then?" he asked stupidly.
"No, not my mum and dad, they'd go spare. Emily and Victoria. They let me do this, but I'm not allowed to have proper sex yet" she said.
"Do they..." he began.
"Oh they do alright, with Paul, and sometimes with some of the boys we catch, if they're really cute. You should see their faces, it's a treat" said Alison "The boys' faces I mean, not Emily and Victoria's."
"What about Paul? With the girls, does he..." started Ben.
"No, not yet anyway. He does with Emily and Victoria, but not with the girls we catch. But he might, eventually. Victoria will decide" said Alison.
"When he does with Victoria and Emily, do we get to watch?" asked Ben.
"I do sometimes, not always. But I don't know about you. You'll have to wait and see" said Alison.
"I'd like to see that" said Ben.
"I bet you would. Anyway, back to the lesson. You can also use your tongue, that's really nice because it's ever so soft" said Alison with a smile.
"For what?" asked Ben.
"For licking the clitoris and everything" said Alison.
"No way, I'm not licking you down there" said Ben filled with disgust.
"Yes you will, you've got to learn, or Victoria's not going to be interested in you. Anyway, she'll probably get cross if you're not pulling your weight, and that means punishment" said Alison with a big grin.
"It'll be disgusting" said Ben wrinkling his nose.
"Paul likes it" said Alison.
Ben just sat and stared, not believing that anyone could like to do that.
"Give it a go, and I'll give you another blow-job" said Alison, her hand returning to stroke Ben's penis. Ben looked at her for a moment, then, surrendering his will to hers, moved his position round so that he was knelt between her legs. Alison had to let go of Ben's penis as he moved away from her, but she was confident that she had achieved her aim. Ben screwed his face up and bent forward, bringing his head close to her groin. Holding his breath he extended his tongue, and brought it in a slow wide licking motion up between her labia until he covered her clitoris. Alison nearly shrieked with pleasure, and fell back, her arms giving way under her.
"That's it" she just managed to whisper hoarsely.
Ben repeated the motion, then remembering what she had said earlier, concentrated on circling his tongue up and down, and around Alison's clitoris. Alison bucked and writhed, moaning loudly, as intense sensations of pleasure flooded up her young body to her near paralysed brain. She fixed both hands firmly in Ben's hair, and ground his head up and down encouragingly.
Ben, surprised that this activity wasn't as disgusting as he'd imagined, continued licking, growing bolder at Alison's surprising response.
After a short while Alison did shriek. A small shallow scream, that erupted from her involuntarily as a tide of warm ecstasy flooded through her. A tide that kept coming, and receding, and coming again. "Stop!" she yelled, dragging Ben's head away from her by his hair.
"Ow!" yelled Ben as his hair was pulled. He was scared now that he had done something wrong; hurt her in some way, but when she released his hair and he looked up at her he saw only bliss on her face. Alison licked her lips and let little moans escape, her body writhing in time to the swelling tides. Ben watched with amazement at this new and amazing phenomenon. He wondered if this was how Amy was, if she was doing this right now, with Paul attending her. He locked the thought out of his mind, and placed a hand tenderly on Alison's tummy.
Alison relaxed, a broad sweet smile flowing across her face. She caught her breath, and sighed. "If you can do that again, Victoria will be pleased" she said.
"Okay" said Ben, excited by the prospect of having Victoria lying naked before him.
"Give me a kiss!" said Alison.
"Again!?" said Ben.
"Then I'll do you" she offered.
Ben moved swiftly up to Alison's head end, and bent to kiss her again. This time her tongue didn't surprise him, and this time he actually enjoyed the close intimate contact, lips to lips, tongues to tongues. Alison wrapped her arms around Ben, pulling him towards her, and Ben reciprocated in kind. Shortly, they were both sitting, arms around each other, kissing deeply, passionately, stroking each others backs and sides.
Eventually Alison broke away "Wow, you're a quick learner" she said. Ben smiled feeling proud of himself.
"I think you're going to do really well" she added.
"Not a little boy then?" Ben ventured.
"Not anymore" said Alison "But you've got to stop this silly shyness. You need to get used to being naked, and..." she took hold of his penis again "... hard like this"
"Why?" he asked.
"Because we do this sort of thing" she said "And you can't do that with clothes on"
"Do you do this a lot then?" said Ben, again beginning to lose himself in Alison's ministrations of his most intimate part.
"Yes, a lot. Sometimes we play games, sometimes we just have sex. Remember though that you have to do as you're told, you swore an oath. And that means when Victoria or Emily, or Paul tell you to get undressed - you have to."
"No, why?" said Ben growing a little scared again, imagining himself having to prance around naked for their amusement.
"Because. And if you don't do as you're told you'll be punished, and that's going to mean being stripped anyway, so you're better off just getting used to it and doing as you're told. Like I said, Victoria's in charge" said Alison.
Ben remained silent, trying to figure out just what this meant. He wasn't sure whether Alison was describing something that happened once in a blue moon, or something that happened all the time.
"Listen" said Alison gently "You're going to do just fine, just remember to do as you're told and you're going to have a great time. I promise."
Ben nodded, reluctantly.
"Come on, lie back, I'll do you" she said.
Ben didn't hesitate; he lowered himself down on the floor, his hands naturally and instinctively dropping to his lap, cupping his exposed privates. Alison moved round, kneeling over him, she smiled and shook her head.
"You are a funny boy" she said as she moved his hands aside. Ben felt very exposed, his penis sticking up in the air and wobbling excitedly around. Alison took it in her hand and worked it gently up and down, while watching Ben's reactions. She lost herself momentarily in Ben's beautiful hazel eyes, until, realising she was looking at him, he closed them.
A little under three inches, Ben's penis fitted comfortably in Alison's hand as she worked it back and forth. The foreskin covered and uncovered the pale glans, and her other hand, fingers unfurled, tickled away at the bottom of Ben's scrotum which was pulled tight up against his body.
Ben lost all sense of where he was as the intense feelings of pleasure took hold of him again. He wondered if he would ever get used to these feelings, if they would ever become manageable, or whether he would always remain in thrall of them. He felt a burning knot tighten somewhere deep in his balls, and it grew rapidly like a kettle coming to the boil.
Sensing that Ben was close, Alison took her scrotum caressing hand away and spat in it. This saliva she then rubbed across Ben's exposed glans, causing him to shudder and gasp. Suddenly, the burning knot, which had grown to immense proportions, exploded like a nuclear bomb, and he erupted, shooting strings of watery seed all over his chest and face. He yelled out loud, unable to control himself, as he pulsed ecstatically.
Alison gently laid his now flaccid penis down in his groin, and smeared his seed across his chest with a finger.
"We're going to have to clean you up. You can't go home to your mummy like this" she said teasingly.
Ben just lay still, trying to recover his breathing. His heart felt like it was going to rupture his chest, and his brain was still just a lump of useless goo.
"Back in a tic" said Alison as she leapt up and bounded off to one of the cupboards. Ben lay still, paralysed by pleasure for the moment, and Alison quickly returned with a large bottle of water, a flannel, a piece of soap and a towel. Ben watched, hardly registering what she was doing. Alison opened the bottle, wetted the flannel and rubbed soap on it. Ben just lay there as Alison washed him tenderly, wiping his face, chest, tummy, and finally his willy. Ben reacted for the first time when the flannel wrapped itself around his limp penis and rubbed it clean. He sat up "I can do it" he said. Alison put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down again. He didn't protest.
Alison inspected her handiwork carefully, and satisfied that he was clean, turned the flannel over and repeated the process on herself, being careful to make sure she was clean between her legs.
She tossed the flannel aside and wiped herself dry with the towel, before turning the soft fluffy implement on Ben. She started on his face again, working her way down, and by the time she was tickling his groin with it Ben was hard again.
"We can do it again if you like" she said.
"Okay" said Ben breathlessly.
"Or you can get dressed if you like" she said with a grin.
"No, let's do it again" he said enthusiastically.
"Good boy" said Alison, patting him on the head like he was a dog.
Suddenly the door opened and Amy rushed in. Ben leapt to cover himself up, mortified that Amy should see him like this again.
"Get dressed!" she shouted with urgency "We've got intruders, two of them."
Continued in Chapter Eight