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A lesson in sexual etiquette..
John J. Jones
I'm Ryan. My Mom and Dad were divorced. I was 16 at the time
this
happened. My sister was 19. My sister and I stayed at home many
weekends
alone.
It was a Saturday afternoon and a few of the guys were over. My
sister,
Anne, was talking to someone by the name of Margaret on the
phone and
half listening to our conversation. I made the mistake of bragging
about
going to bed with my last girlfriend after the homecoming dance.
I was
of course going into unnecessary detail about what we did. It
included
things like going up her skirt and feeling her wet pussy
through her
pantyhose, pushing my hand inside, then feeling her through wet
panties
and finally pushing her panties aside and going for the real thing.
They asked me if I went down on her, and I was at least honest
enough to
say I had never done anything like that and I really didn't think
about
it. I told them about how I coaxed her into sucking my cock,
though. She
sucked my cock hard and put a rubber on it. I laid back and let her
ride
me. It felt so good that I came quickly. My sister came up and
stood by
the table we were at.
I stopped talking as I saw her standing there holding the phone,
just
looking at me. "And?" she asked. "And what?" I replied. She asked
me if
I was talking about Janice (the last girl I had brought home). I
told
her I was. "So, then what?" she asked. "I got dressed, then
she got
dressed and we left", I said. "What a PIG!" she quipped and
turned
around and walked out. I heard her telling Margaret on the phone
about
what I had done. I looked at the guys and shrugged my shoulders.
They
shrugged theirs and one guy waved his hand, giving the "Whooeeee,
HOT"
sign. It was my duty, so I hit him. "Hey, that's my sister!" I
said,
laughing. Not like I really cared. But my sister was pissed off
about
something I said. I learned that she planning to make this a
night I
wasn't soon to forget.
The guys took of at about 4 o'clock, heading home. I went into the
front
room to watch TV. I heard Anne laughing on the phone and
whispering. I
was a little pissed because Dad had to go to a clients' in DC, and
I was
stuck with her again. There was no partying with her around; she
was too
bossy and demanding. She came into the front room after she got
off of
the phone, plopped down on the couch in front of me and sat
there
smiling at me. I'd glance over once in a while and see her.
"What?" I
finally asked.
"Let me ask you something." She said. "Did it feel good when you
came in
her?" I blushed that she was talking like this, but hey, I didn't
care.
She was my sister, not my Mother. "Yeah!" I snapped back. "She
didn't
cum, did she?" she asked. "How should I know?" I replied. She
just
smiled and shook her head. "You're such an inconsiderate
little
asshole!" she said. "But sooner or later, someone is going to
teach you
a lesson." As in most of our conversations, I got snotty and said,
"It's
not going to be you!". She smiled even bigger. "Probably
not… but
someone will… probably sooner rather than later."
She got up and went upstairs to her room. About a half-hour
later, the
doorbell rang. My sister came down the stairs. "I've got it,
worm!" she
said. She was dressed as if she was going out. If she was going out
this
night could be fun after all. Friends' phone numbers were
instantly
racing through my head.
She disappeared into the front hallway and I heard her open the
door. A
very hot girl with golden blonde hair wearing a red stretch
outfit and
red nylons came out of the hallway, followed by three more
girls. An
attractive redhead was carrying a small suitcase with her. The
other
girls looked only slightly older than my sister. I noticed as she
walked
by, that the light-haired blonde had a wedding ring on. A few
minutes
later, the doorbell rang again. "Get it, Ryan!", my sister yelled
from
the kitchen. "Why?" I yelled back as I got up from the
chair and
answered the door. "It's probably for YOU, anyway!"
I was shocked when I opened the door. It was Janice. She looked
down and
said she had come to see my sister. I smiled and asked how she
was. She
looked up, shrugged, and said, "Ok." Anne yelled from kitchen,
"Come on
in, Janice! I'm in the kitchen!" Janice smiled at me again, pushed
past
me and went into the kitchen. I stood there dumbfounded. After
a few
moments, I shrugged it off and went back into the front room to
watch
TV.
I was half way through a Star Trek Next Generation episode when
they all
came prancing into the front room. All but the blonde and my
sister sat
down on the love seat and couch. The blonde walked over turned
off the
TV, then walked over and closed the curtains on the only view
of the
outside world, the patio doors. My sister headed for the front
door.
"What the heck?" I said. "I was watching that!" I was trying to
watch my
language since there were so many ladies around. Now that they
were
closer, I noticed they were all indeed, ladies. Very nice.
"That's Margaret" Anne said. "Margaret thinks she can teach you
proper
"bed-manners", since you don't seem to appreciate it when
you're IN
bed". I didn't want to believe what she was saying. She was
embarrassing
me in front of Janice and everyone. She obviously told them about
Janice
and our little rendezvous. I tried to play it off. I flushed and
smiled.
"What the hell are you talking about? And where are you going?" I
asked.
"Oh, I'll be back in a little while" she said, and slammed the
door
behind her.
Margaret walked over and sat on the arm of the chair I was in.
Her red
nylons were brushing against my pantlegs. She touched my hair by
my ear
and asked me "Do like to make love?" she asked. It was suddenly
getting
very hot in the room. "Of course" I said quickly, trying to act
cool. "I
hear you've never MADE love", Margaret said. Margaret moved off
of the
arm of the chair onto my lap and she put her arm around my
shoulder. Her
skirt rose up to where I could see the top of her red nylons. Her
tits
were almost right in my face. Her curly blonde hair laid
against my
chest. I thought I was gonna die. "Do you like to FUCK?" Margaret
asked
firmly. I swallowed a lump in my throat the size of an
orange and
couldn't answer.
"That's what we hear", Margaret said, "You like to FUCK!" She
got up
from my lap and pointed over toward two of the other girls on the
couch.
"Go say hello to Alissa and Vervain. I was embarrassed,
scared and
really didn't know what to do. The third girl, who Margaret
introduced
as Cindy came over and offered to shake my hand. She was
knock-out
brunette with a mid-length, very thin skirt. When I took her
hand, her
and Margaret pulled me from the chair and pushed me over
toward the
couch. "Go meet the girls!" Margaret said, "You're a REAL man,
not a
chicken-shit, right?"
I had to maintain some sort of pride. As I walked over to the
couch,
Janice got up from between the two older girls. Cindy pushed me
onto the
couch between them. "Geez, man!" I said. One of the
girls was
dark-blonde with shoulder-length hair and the other had red hair,
just
past her shoulders. The blonde was wearing a tight, black,
short,
one-piece skirt and the redhead had a long skirt that buttoned
all the
way down the front. They both had long legs and bodies that
wouldn't
quit. Each looped their arms through one of my arms. "I'm
Alissa", the
blonde said. "And I'm Vervain" the other said.
Margaret walked over in front of me, spread her legs, smiled and
said
"You know what? We like to FUCK too! And you know what else? We're
going
to FUCK you!" I glanced around. A million things were going
through my
head. For a brief instant, I thought this could be a pretty cool
thing,
all of these fine women wanting to fuck me. But there was
something in
Margaret's tone of voice that made me think again. Why did I feel
like
this wasn't exactly going to be a picnic?
Fear became the stronger emotion as Margaret knelt down in front
of the
couch, reached over and started unbuckling my belt. I started to
get off
of the couch. Alissa and Vervain grabbed my arms, pulled me back
to the
couch, leaned in front of me and pinned me there. I looked at
Margaret
and blurted out like a scared little kid, "What are you doing?"
Cindy
walked up behind Margaret, who had now unbuttoned my jeans,
unzipped my
fly and had her hands in the top of my pants, pulling them down.
"Girls like to fuck too Ryan," Cindy sneered. "But you know
what? We
really like to be satisfied when we fuck. Actually, when you're
fucking,
you usually just care about yourself. When you're making love, you
care
about the person you're with, too. But just so you know what it
feels
like, you're going to be fucked, Ryan. All we're going to care
about is
whether or not we're satisfied. You MIGHT cum too." She turned her
back
and I heard her whisper "but not if we can help it."
Margaret had my pants off and tossed them across the room. She
started
taking off my shirt. I was scared. Genuinely scared. In a
panic, I
looked over at Janice. "Janice, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do
anything
wrong!" Janice appeared nervous. She looked over at Margaret and
started
to say "Maybe you shouldn't…." Margaret interrupted her,
"Janice, he
didn't care about your sexual needs, just his! He's not going
to go
through life thinking he can fuck girls, OR women, without
realizing
they have needs! He's going to learn it now! He's going to know
what it
feels like! Right, Cindy?"
Then Margaret leaned forward and put a lip-lock on me that felt
like she
was digging my tonsils out with her tongue. Meanwhile,
Alissa and
Vervain pulled my shirt off. Now all I had on was my underwear.
Vervain
got up and Margaret took her place on my left side, holding me
down on
the couch. I put my feet back against the couch and tried to push
myself
out, sliding downward. Cindy jumped up and grabbed me by the
balls and
pushed me back up. There was no response problem there! I sat up
like a
shot. "Be a good boy for us, Ryan." She said through her teeth.
"In a
few minutes, you're going to have to do whatever we want, and
you DO
want us to be nice!".
For a moment, my thoughts ran to my sister. How could she do this?
Leave
me alone like this? I didn't quite understand what Cindy meant
until
Vervain came back with her small suitcase. She set the suitcase
on the
coffee table and opened it up. There was a combination of ropes,
leather
and other things I couldn't make out in the suitcase. "No Way!" I
yelled
and tried to squirm away. Cindy sat on the edge of the couch
between my
legs so I couldn't get up. Margaret and Alissa kept a firm grip
on my
arms.
Vervain pushed the coffee table from the middle of the room. She
took
four ropes with leather cuffs out of the bag and started tying
two of
them to the legs of the love seat. I was getting a bit more
scared.
"Come on!" I whined. "I said I was sorry!" Cindy turned and
smiled at
me. "Not as sorry as your going to be." She said. Vervain finished
with
the first two ropes and looked around. She pushed the love seat a
little
closer to the couch and started tying two more ropes to the legs
of the
couch.
When she was done, she knelt in the middle, looked up,
smiled at
Margaret and motioned with her head. Cindy got up as Margaret and
Alissa
pulled me up from the couch. Of course, I started to struggle
again and
of course, Cindy got involved. She grabbed me by the back of the
neck
and directed me over by the love seat. I yelled in pain and even
with
some further struggling, I still wound up on the floor with my
head
toward the love seat. Margaret, Cindy, Alissa and Vervain were
sitting
on my arms and legs, buckling the cuffs to my wrists and ankles.
At this point I was freaking out. I looked over at Janice who had
just
rolled her eyes, turned her head around, and looked at the
floor,
shaking her head. "Janice?" I muttered. I felt like she
should do
something. I was beyond asking questions and just scared. I didn't
know
what they were going to do. In a moment I was tied up. Everyone
got up.
I saw that Vervain and Cindy had tan pantyhose on (it was hard to
miss
from the floor). Vervain moved down to the couch and started
pulling the
ropes a little tighter, naturally spreading my legs out wider. I
felt a
small painful tug in my thighs as she secured the last rope again.
Everyone but Margaret sat down. Janice joined Vervain and Cindy
on the
couch. Alissa sat on the love seat above me. Margaret walked
up and
stood with one foot on each side of my chest, looking down at
me. I
could see she was wearing those sheer pantyhose under her red
nylons,
and red panties under those. It looked like there was nothing
holding
the nylons up. Margaret smiled down at me. "So the story is, you
liked
feeling Janices pussy through he pantyhose and panties huh?"
Well,
you're gonna have a chance to feel all of our pussies
through our
pantyhose!" She looked up at my hands. "Oh dear… your hands are
tied. I
guess you'll have to use something else."
Margaret took one of the throw pillows from the couch. Cindy joined
her,
lifted my ass off of the floor and she put the pillow under
me. She
turned and sat on my cock. She moved her hips back and forth and
from
side to side. I still had my underwear on, but I could
feel the
pantyhose sliding around on them over my cock. "I think I'd get
more out
of this if he was hard" she smiled and said.
Alissa and Vervain came over. Each one knelt down facing me, their
legs
over my arms. When they put their weight down, I could feel
their hot
crotches against my wrists. They started licking my neck and ears.
Their
breath was hot in my ears, and their tongues were warm and wet.
Alissa's
long hair dragged across my neck as she licked up to my
mouth and
started kissing me, pushing her tongue down my throat. I felt
Vervain
start licking one of my nipples. My heart was beating like a
jackhammer,
half because I was scared and the other half because I was
turned on
like a 10,000 watt light switch. Because of Alissas' Lip-lock on
me, I
was breathing through my nose like I was running a marathon.
I was
getting a hard-on, and now I could feel Margaret's hot pussy
pushing
against my cock, right through her panties, hose and my underwear.
I was getting harder fast. I had never felt anything like this.
I was
scared, but it was turning me on like crazy. I felt like I was
going to
cum. I moaned against Alissa's lips as she was kissing me. She
let up,
and looked down at me. I grit my teeth and fought the urge to
cum. "I
think he's cumming," Alissa said to Margaret. "Oh shit!" Margaret
said,
"already?". She got up from my crotch. Vervain was still
licking a
nipple and Alissa locked onto my mouth again.
Margaret started jacking me off, holding my cock through my
underwear.
That was it. My eyes rolled back in my head and I was panting
through my
nose, as I came hard. "Mmmmmmm", Alissa moaned against my
mouth. I
seemed to come forever as Margaret kept pumping my cock in her
hand. I
could feel my cum around my cock and on my stomach under my
underwear.
Margaret finally stopped and let my cock and underwear fall back
down.
It quickly got cool and sticky.
Vervain and Alissa stopped and looked down at Margaret. Margaret
pushed
my wet, sticky underwear around on my cock with her hand. "Oh,
that's
too bad". She said. "I was just getting hot! But that's ok" she
said.
"Now that I'm wet, I have another place to get off. And it's going
to be
a long time before you cum again, little boy." She got up, stepped
over
to Vervain's bag and pulled out a full-head leather mask with
straps.
Vervain lifted my head. I was so weak from cumming, all I could
do was
complain and beg them to stop. It was like a nightmare and a dream,
four
gorgeous women, but all of them scaring the crap out of me. I
tugged on
the ropes, but knew that was useless.
As Margaret pulled the mask over my head, I heard Margaret say
"Relax,
Ryan, this is going to be a long lesson for you". The mask was
on my
head and Vervain was buckling straps in the back, pulling it tight.
. It
had holes for my eyes, nose and mouth. The mouth of the mask
had a
zipper. "I have a pair of worn panties I left in the kitchen,
would you
get them form me, Cindy?" Margaret asked as she watched Vervain
finish
buckling the mask. "Of COURSE I will", Cindy replied" and
started
walking upstairs. "There is a pair of scissors and a washcloth,
too.
Bring them all, and wet the washcloth with warm water" Margaret
said. I
think she saw the look of fear that was in my eyes when she said
that.
"We have to get that underwear off of you somehow. " She said,
smiling.
There I was, spread-eagle on the floor, a leather mask on, tied
down,
with my underwear and lower stomach wet and cold with cum. I was
scared
shitless, even though I'd just cum. "You obviously still have to
grow up
some," Margaret said. "First, we're going to fuck you, so you know
what
it feels like. Then we'll show you some manners, and the
difference
between making love and fucking". Cindy came out with a small
pair of
her silk panties, a warm washcloth and the scissors. Margaret
cut the
sides of my underwear, pulled them off and flung them over by the
patio
door. "Can someone clean this little boy off?" she said, holding
up the
washcloth. "Gladly." Alissa said, taking the washcloth.
Alissa and Vervain moved down by my crotch. Alissa whispered
something;
then her and Vervain started taking small quick licks from my
stomach
where I'd cum. I jumped. Just then, Margaret sat down on my
chest; her
tight red skirt had hiked almost up to her hips. I had a close
look at
her stockings, pantyhose and red panties. I saw moisture shining
off of
the crotch of her pantyhose, tight against her panties.
"OK, little boy." She started. "I heard you never ate a pussy
before.
You expected Janice to suck your cock, but you didn't return the
favor.
Why?" she asked. I couldn't answer. I was afraid to tell her the
reason.
I'd heard from my friends that pussy smelled. "Well?" she asked
again. I
still just looked at her through the eyes of the mask. Someone
licked at
my cock, and it made me jump again. Cindy, still standing by my
head,
said, "You better answer her." "Oh, I think I know why" Margaret
said.
"Someone told you pussy doesn't smell nice, right?" It was as if
she had
read my mind. I felt someone start cleaning the cum off of my
cock and
stomach with the washrag.
"Answer her!" Cindy snapped. I just nodded. "That's what I
thought",
Margaret said. "Guys don't always smell good either, little boy.
But you
know what? You're going to get a chance to try it! As a matter of
fact,
you're going to smell everyone's pussy before you taste it.
Everyone's
Pussy. And we'll introduce you to mine first, since your sister
talked
to me about delivering this "lesson"". Then she started
stuffing the
crotch of her silk panties into my mouth. I turned my head to
try to
stop her. Cindy sat down on the love seat and, grabbing the mask,
held
my head straight. Margaret pulled my chin down and continued
stuffing
the panties into my mouth. When most of them were in, she pulled
up on
the zipper of the mask, zipped it closed and let it go. The
opening of
the mask popped down onto my mouth and held the panties in. I
smelled
and tasted my Margarets' underwear.
"There now, can you smell that? Can you taste that? That's what
guys
crotches smell like and taste like if they haven't taken a shower
before
they get in bed with a girl. But a lot of guys don't think about
that.
They want to cum. That's what they think about." I thought about
Janice
and I. I didn't take a shower before we went to bed. Now that I
thought
about it, she had smelled fantastic. She had to have taken a
shower.
Margaret interrupted my thoughts. "Well, I have to finish
cumming." She
said. And at the same time, you'll get to smell what a clean, wet
pussy
smells like. Since you like pantyhose, we'll each let you
smell our
pussies through our pantyhose first. AND, she said we're even
going to
make your cock hard! But, since we're the ones that want to
cum, we
won't let you cum. After all, right now, we feel like it's
more
important for US to cum, right?" Margaret smiled back at the
other
girls. I couldn't see them because she was in the way. I couldn't
even
see Cindy on the love seat because the eyeholes of the mask
wouldn't let
me look upward, but I heard her reply "You bet your ass!".
Margaret rubbed her crotch with her fingers, smiling down at me
through
her long curly blonde hair. She moved her knees forward,
putting he
crotch down on my nose, the only thing sticking out of the
mask. The
crotch of her pantyhose was hot and wet. I could see the tops of
her red
nylons just before she sat down. She started pushing down
against my
nose, sliding back and forth and side to side. It was working.
With
Margaret's panties trapped in my mouth, all I could smell was
Margaret's
pussy through her pantyhose. It smelled strange, but not bad,
like my
friends described it. She pushed harder onto my nose. Suddenly, I
felt a
hand on my limp cock, then a hot tongue on the head. Even though I
felt
embarrassed and helpless, there was another strange sensation,
and it
wasn't bad.
I started getting hard. The mouth on my cock started licking all
over
it, especially on that sensitive spot underneath. Margaret
started
sliding her crotch up and down on my face. I felt my nose push
into her
wet pantyhose and wet panties. "Mmmmmm" she moaned, as she
suddenly got
wetter. She was soon soaking wet and of course, so was my nose and
upper
lip. Margaret bucked a few more times and stopped and backed up
onto my
chest. I was rock hard and was starting to feel real good
when the
licking stopped. I groaned.
Margaret looked back, then looked at me. "Good!" she said. Do you
like
what they do? Don't worry, they'll start again when you're
small. You
see, a girl enjoys knowing they can get a boy hard. A lot of
times it
makes their pussy wet to get a cock hard in their mouth. Girls
like to
get turned on by a boy's mouth and tongue on their pussy,
too. Of
course, there are boys that don't care about making a girl cum,
aren't
there?" She pulled the pillow out from under my ass. "So you'll
pardon
us. We're not used to having a 16-year old boy to turn on, so we'll
turn
ourselves on sucking your cock just until you get hard. We don't
want
you to come in our mouths. It might not taste nice." I could
tell she
was being sarcastic.
Margaret stood up. I raised my head a little and I couldn't believe
what
I saw behind her, between her legs. Vervain and Alissa had
taken off
their skirts. They were sitting on the couch in just their
bras and
pantyhose and they were making out together. I had seen
this in
magazines, but never thought I'd see this "in the flesh". I
couldn't see
Janice. "It's your turn", Margaret told Cindy.
Cindy got off the love seat, turned and sat on my head like a
streak of
lightning. Again, I tried to turn my head, but she grabbed the
sides of
the mask and turned my head as she pushed her pantyhose down
onto my
nose. I continued to struggle, pulling on the ropes, but it
made her
pull my head deeper into her crotch. She was already wet and
hot. She
was pulling my head up hard, pushing my nose into her crotch. I
gave up
fighting, because it was hopeless. My cock had shriveled again
and in
moments, I felt a tongue on it. I moaned.
I don't know how long it was, but all four girls had taken turns
cumming
on my nose. My nose and upper lip was wet and some had dripped
down my
cheeks as far as the mask would let it. I don't know how many times
they
came on my face, maybe five or six. Alissa and Vervain's
panties and
pantyhose were already dripping wet when they sat down. It was
obvious
why. I only saw Janice once or twice, sitting off on another
chair,
watching. When she saw me look at her, she actually smiled,
blushed and
looked away. She thought this was FUNNY! Geez! What was
happening? I
felt like some kind of toy, being used by some little kids,
over and
over. They had continued licking and sucking my cock until it got
hard,
then stopping. They did it over and over.
Alissa was the last one of the four. She came, biting her lip,
smiling
down through her long blonde hair. When she was done, she got
up and
plopped down next to me. Margaret, who had stripped down to her
bra,
pantyhose and stockings, came over knelt down over one arm. Cindy
joined
her and they started taking the mask off. When they pulled it
off, I
tried to push Margaret's silk panties out with my tongue.
Margaret
pulled them out for me. Instantly, I started begging them to stop.
Margaret smiled. "Not yet, little boy! You have a couple more
lessons."
I closed my eyes and felt tears welling up in them. How much more
would
I have to take? My balls were hurting and my face was covered with
cum…
from four different girls. I tried choking back the tears, but
Cindy saw
me. "Oooohhhhh, are we going to cry now?" she asked. I clenched my
teeth
trying to hold back the tears. I got mad. "No." I said. "That's
good",
she said. "Because we're not done until we're done. Tears or no
tears".
Janice came over with a washrag and started wiping off my face
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