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 Mom's Tough Love, Chapters 6, 7, & 8 by David Criminal (Fm, M+/m, fm, Fdom,
Mdom, inc, mother/son, oral, anal, ws)

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members or members of the same sex, then stop reading now.

   The acts depicted in this story are intended strictly to entertain the
reader in a safe manner, and to provide an outlet for sexual fantasies that
would be dangerous to act out in the real world.  The author neither
condones nor practices such behavior, as to do so could result in serious
diseases.  Any resemblance to real people or acts is purely coincidental.

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   CHAPTER 6
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   At some level, I was grateful that mom never allowed me to cum.  The
harsh feel of hard leather was a constant reminder, every time I felt my
erection pushing against the strict confines of my chastity belt, that I
used to have more orgasms in the old days, before this all started.  But
now, the mere thought of beating off alone in my bedroom seemed pathetic.
My constant state of arousal made me more alert and energetic, and I was
noticing little things, like the smells of the girls I passed closely in
the hallways at school, and how erotic Ms.  Parker was in her every
movement up at the front of class.  I started to realize that every orgasm
I squirted out just dulled my sensitivity to how intense sex, or the lack
of it, could be.

   It all started that night, aroused by her screaming orgasms in the
middle of the night, frustrated by all the teasing glimpses past her skimpy
clothes, I grew determined to finally get a good, long look at my mother's
naked body.  I snuck out while she was in the shower, and peeped in through
the bathroom window.  Imagine my surprise, when I saw her sitting on the
toilet, her legs propped up in the air, with a foamy lather between her
legs!  I had never so much as touched a woman down there, and there I was
getting an intimate view of my own mother, while she shaved her hairy
pussy! My fantasies of fucking my mom were so naïve, but as I peeked in and
watched her play with her freshly shaven cunt, I steeled my will, and
convinced myself that tonight would be the night I march into her room,
force her legs apart, and violently shove my rock-hard cock right into her!
I was barely even aware of the world I was opening myself up to, and I
really had no idea, as I watched mom stuff a huge dildo into her cunt, that
she knew I was spying on her!  Mom had already planned exactly how to
punish me, and she was ready the instant I walked in the front door.  She
jerked down my pants, pulled me over her lap, and started spanking my bare
ass!  My hard cock instinctively found the opening in her skimpy robe and
squeezed between the soft, warm flesh of her naked thighs, and that was all
it took, with a hard smack from mother's hand, the scratch of stubble from
her cunt, and everything, pain, punishment, and pleasure welled up and came
pouring out of me, the most intense orgasm of my life suddenly turned to a
messy pile of goo, spilled right in my own mother's lap!

   She pushed me down on the floor, and I was too embarrassed to even look
up at her.  But my lesson wasn't over - she inched forward, her knees
pressed tightly together right in front of my face, and slowly spread her
legs!  She moved her pussy so close to my face I could smell it, along with
the huge load I had just dumped there!  I took a good, long look at the
gooey mess, spread all over her beautiful flesh.  The dirty feeling of it
all, the smell and sight of my own mother like this, was exciting beyond
belief!  My cock was still rock hard!  And if I thought my punishment would
amount to a mere spanking, that vanished the instant she ordered me to lick
it!  It was absolutely disgusting!  I would have thought that there was no
way anybody could have ever forced me to eat cum, not without actually
tying me down and physically forcing it past my lips, but I was about to
learn that my mother's pussy held more power over me than any physical
bondage.  There was no need for force - all she had to do was show it to
me. Even with lumps of my own semen hanging from her flesh, I put my mouth
down there and started licking!  I was willing to swallow my own cum just
to taste my mother!  That night marked the beginning of what my sex life
was to become - a punishment for being a man, and for having a man's needs,
and what better way to punish a man than to push his sex drive to its
ultimate end, and then order him to swallow it!

   I thought I was taking my first step into manhood, my first taste of
real sex, unaware that the mess I was obediently licking from my mother's
cunt was the last orgasm I'd be having for a very long time.  That's not to
say that mom and I didn't have any more sex, just that she would never
allow me to cum.  The very next day, mom fitted me with a chastity belt,
and from then on I was not allowed to be naked outside her control.  That
meant that mom was there for my baths, every night, making sure to keep my
penis clean, and rock hard, by gently massaging it with warm, soapy water.
And every night she would tie me naked to my bed, my hard cock sticking
straight up in front of her, oozing a constant stream of pre-cum, and I
just squirmed there, begging her for sex.  She would tease, smacking my
erect penis, calling me "her naughty little boy," wearing nothing but her
short little silk robe, knowing exactly which quick movements would flash
me brief glimpses of her pussy, accented by shadows, as it seemed to grow
more and more hairy every night.

   Some nights, after tying me up, if she was in the mood, mom would climb
on top of me and put my cock inside of her.  Mom's pussy was always
unbelievably hot and wet.  She would ride me very slowly, constantly
telling me not to cum, pausing as I squirmed and groaned beneath her, my
cock feeling absolutely huge inside of her, ready to explode, and she would
warn me not to do it, that I'd regret it if I dared disobey...  And when my
mom says I'll regret something, I was quickly learning that it's best to
believe her!  But then I would look down at my cock, buried deep inside my
mother's flesh, and at that very moment, I would have gladly traded one
single orgasm for an eternity of torture!  And I knew, deep down inside,
that having mother angry at me, knowing she would force me to do the most
disgusting, unimaginable things, to me that was more erotic than anything I
ever could imagine.  So I would do my best to hide my arousal, hoping that
she would miscalculate, and give that one extra stroke that would send me
over the edge...

   But mom was always in control, and an expert at knowing just when to
stop.  She would bring me right to the edge, when she knew I was ready to
beg, ready to do absolutely anything, when I was right at the point of
complete servitude to her, then she would crawl forward, leaving my cock
sticking straight up, dripping with her juices, and spread her cunt right
above my face...  She'd hold it there, just long enough for me salivate
over the sight, just long enough for me to take in the aroma, just long
enough for me to start begging, until finally she'd shut me up by bringing
it down on my mouth, finishing her orgasm there.  The instant I tasted her,
my denial became a special treat, because no matter how badly I needed to
cum, no matter how much frustration I had stored up, there was nothing
better than the taste of mom's pussy, when it was clean.

   But most nights, after tying me up, mom would go out.  She would leave
me to lay alone in the dark, with a raging erection, my heart breaking as I
listen to her car pulling down the driveway.  There was nothing that would
have made me happier than to believe that I was the center of mom's sex
life, that she'd never use that magic between her legs to bring another man
to orgasm, but real men leave their pleasure right where they find it, and
I was learning first-hand that plenty of men find pleasure inside my
mother! Even on her nights out, mom always saves one orgasm for my mouth,
so I know, when she comes home late, and creeps into my room, I know the
smell and taste between her legs that means she has taken a man inside of
her.  And that's the worst punishment of all, when I'm forced eat the
orgasm of a real man, to swallow the ultimate realization of a pleasure I'm
not allowed to have, from the very place I'd most like to have it...

   Suddenly, the sound of the front door slamming shut woke me from a deep
sleep, and it took a second for the fog in my head to clear.  It was dark,
and I was tied to the bed; nothing unusual there.  Then I remembered mom,
dressed to kill, ready for a night on the town as she tightened my bonds.
Whether to tease me, or just to let me know what she'd be doing later, mom
gave me a very wet, sloppy kiss just before she left, the kind of kiss a
woman would share with her lover, but not meant for his lips...  The greedy
sucking and wild flicking of her tongue would be more appropriate when
she's down on her knees in front of him, and I was left to imagine who or
what she'd be sharing that kiss with later!  Her lips haunted me as I
looked over at the clock - 4:36!  That was bad - the later the night, the
more fun she had found, and this was very late, even for mother!  But
before I could feel any disgust for myself, my neglected cock sprang to
life, stealing just enough blood from my brain to prevent me from thinking
rationally.  My penis throbbed in time with the sound of footsteps rushing
towards my pitch-black room...

   I licked my lips in anticipation as she threw open the door, letting in
a blast of light from the hallway.  I expected to see her peel off her
clothes as she approached the bed, but to my surprise, she was already
naked!  Mom's skin glistened in the dim light, sparkling like her whole
body was wet.  She moved slowly across the room, and I could hear her heavy
breathing just as the stench of cum hit me.  She leaned over and dangled
her breasts above my face, and I blindly reached up with my tongue, only to
taste a wad of jizz that hung from her nipple.  But that didn't matter to
me - all that mattered was that my mommy was here with me now, and I
started licking and sucking her slimy breasts!  After sucking her tits,
licking them clean as I could, mom was ready to give my final punishment.
In the dim light, I watched the silhouette of her figure as she climbed
onto my bed, and held my breath as she squatted above my face.  At that
moment, I wanted nothing in the world but to taste my mother, but the
instant I acted on that instinct, cum started pouring out of her and
splattering my outstretched tongue!  She came down on top of me and started
rubbing her slimy crotch back and forth on my face, and then all of a
sudden I felt her wet mouth on my cock!  I let out a loud moan and started
flicking my tongue on her clit, and she started to moan too and then
everything got worse...  Every grunt forced another surge of sperm from her
sloppy hole.  I bucked my hips up and down, fighting against my bonds,
trying to force my building orgasm deeper into my mother's mouth - this was
it!  I let out a lout grunt...  and then mom sat up, leaving my poor cock
sticking straight up, and all I could do was thrust it into thin air until
the screams and moans of mother's orgasm finally echoed through the house.
My face was dripping with the spent pleasure of countless men, and I knew I
would be covered with it for the rest of the night.  Part of me knew that I
was lucky she hadn't allowed me to cum.  As it was, when mom finally lifted
her dripping cunt off my face, leaving strings of some stranger's jizz
hanging down to my lips, my desperate longing forced me to stretch my
tongue for one more taste.  Mom turned and hovered over me, and gave me a
long, slow, sloppy kiss, then plopped down on the bed and cuddled up next
to me, her breasts, still sticky with cum, pressed firmly against my chest.

   "Does baby like the presents mommy brings home for him?" she whispered,
as she ran her fingernails up and down my aching hard cock.  "Does baby
like the taste of his mother, does he like to taste mommy even when she's
been really, really naughty?"

   "Ohhh...  mommmmmeeee," I barely managed to groan out, my head swimming
in sex, my body floating there on the edge of ecstasy, "Mommy you're so
delicious!  Just the taste of your body and I need you, please, please, be
naughty for me too, make me cum like you do for all the other men.  It
won't take much, I just need to be inside of you..."

   "Now, now, you know it's not nice to beg.  Only a naughty little boy
would do that.  Anyway, that's the last thing my baby needs.  You should be
saving all your energy for school tomorrow..."

   With that, mom drifted off.  I just hovered there in a half dream state,
my erection refusing me any more real sleep.  The room reeked of sex.  I
added it up in my head - it had been over five weeks since the last time
mom let me cum.  In the back of my mind I knew it was for the best.  If she
gave me even the slightest relief from my intense arousal, I would surely
have been disgusted with myself!  Still, I desperately needed relief!  My
only consolation was to lay there and imagine that mom was saving me for
something more, that she wouldn't treat her boy just like any other hard
dick, that she was training me in her own special way...

   CHAPTER 7
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   Eventually my alarm went off.  Mom woke up, untied me, and cleaned me
up. She watched me lock my chastity belt in place before allowing me to get
dressed.

   It was the last day of school.  Just a half-day with a few finals and I
would be free for the summer.  Normally I would have been thrilled to take
that last walk to school in the warm spring air, but with memories of the
previous night still fresh in my mind, my uneasiness increased with every
step I took.  It started when I passed a construction site, and realized
that I should be thinking about a summer job.  Then I looked at the working
men, and I found myself wondering if any of them had ever fucked my mother!
I cursed myself for letting the thought creep into my head!  Until that
moment, I had managed to convince myself that what mom and I shared was a
secret perversion, something just between me and her, but suddenly my mind
made the connection between my mother's nights out, and the sloppy mess
between her legs, and the men that surrounded me everywhere!

   The feeling grew with every stranger I passed on the street, that I
shared a shameful connection with every one of these men, a secret
attachment via my mother's pussy, the place where they stick their dicks,
the same place where I put my mouth!  I passed a buff, muscular man working
a jackhammer by the street corner, sweat glistening on his dark-tanned skin
as he forced the point of his tool into the yielding ground, when a hint of
his masculine scent sent a sudden chill down my spine!  It triggered a
flood of sensations so vivid in my memory, just last night, that same musky
smell was all over my mother's cunt!  Mom's punishments would never again
be some form of abstract sexual humiliation - no, those smells and tastes
between her legs, the things I lick and suck and swallow, those are all a
man's flesh, this man right in front of me, that huge bulge barely
concealed by his tight trousers, I knew I had tasted him!  Would it have
been any different if mom had invited him home, into my room to shove his
hard dick right into my mouth?  What would he do, right now, if only he
knew that my mom was forcing me to be his cum-eating sissy!  Right over
there in that alley, he could force me down onto my knees, that bulge in
his pants just inches from my face, as he unzips his zipper...

   "Hey kid, you got some kind of a problem?" He stopped worked and stared
me down.

   I was horrified, frozen...  "Umm," was all I could say.

   "Get the fuck out of here!"

   Confirming my servility, I turned, hung my head low, and quickly walked
away.

   Finally I reached my school, and entered the front hallway to face the
one thing that didn't frighten me - my final exams.  To ease the torture of
my chastity, I had been immersing myself in anything that kept my mind off
sex, and by far the best thing was homework.  I would do all my
assignments, then do extra problems, and work for hours on end until mom
would come to give me my bath.  All that studying had really brought my
grades up, and I already held the top grade in most of my classes.  I was
able to breeze through all my tests.

   Ms.  Parker's class was the last one, and I finished so quickly I was
able to relax and spend several minutes daydreaming, staring at her breasts
as she worked quietly at her desk.  I could have just turned in my test and
left, but staring at those huge tits, and those powerful, shapely thighs,
leaving here was the last thing on my mind.  With my last test out of the
way, my distractions began melting away, leaving nothing but intense sexual
frustration.  I thought for a second I should have bungled the test, just
to see more of Ms.  Parker over the summer, but I didn't even want to
imagine how mom would punish me for something like that.  Then again, Ms.
Parker's body was enough to make any boy want to sit through summer
school...

   "You are all here in summer school for one reason or another, but the
way I see it, it all comes down to your lack of discipline!" I imagined her
starting the summer term with the crack of her ruler on the desk.  Ms. 
Parker would surely be wearing fewer clothes in the heat of July - thinner,
tighter blouses, and shorter skirts...  On the hottest days, she would
surely leave her panties off!  "Discipline is something you'll be getting a
lot of this summer..." Then she would bring the students, one at a time, to
the front of the class, and make them bend over, and give them a severe
paddling in front of everybody else.  "You're a bad one," she would say to
me, "I think you deserve some extra punishment today.  Drop your pants!" I
imagined the horrible embarrassment as I sheepishly lowered my pants in
front of my classmates, trying to conceal my erection as I bent over, then
she started whipping my naked bottom in front of all the other boys and
girls...  "Does anybody have any other ideas to punish this naughty boy?"
And then I am forced to kneel there naked, helpless, in a class filled with
every bad girl in school, to submit to whatever nasty whim their young,
dirty minds might imagine!  But then again, I already knew how a woman
would punish a naughty boy, especially a woman who understands how to
expose my deepest fear...  I could not block it out of my mind, no matter
how hard I tried, the deep erotic horror I'd feel, when one of these girls
asked the boys up to the front of the class to help punish me!  Then all
the boys stood up, and walked to the front of the room, encircling me as I
knelt there in front of them, awaiting orders from these wicked women...

   "Time's up!" Ms.  Parker said as she shifted in her chair and looked
around the room, her movements causing her breasts to slide gently under
her silk blouse.  I awoke from my trance as the room filled with the sound
of pencils hitting the desks.  I took a second to get my bearings - how
could a fantasy about this powerful woman end with me down on my knees, in
front of a room full of boys?  "Place your tests right here on my desk, and
for those of you who did well, have a good summer.  The rest of you, I'll
be seeing in summer school." The class sounded with nervous laughter.  My
hands were shaking, but my cock was raging hard and I wondered what was
happening to me!  How could my mind keep taking me there?  I stood up and
approached her desk, and dropped my test on the pile, taking one last look
at her, looking down at the top buttons on her blouse, looking at the
opening where her cleavage was visible...

   "Is there something I can help you with?" She asked, and I looked into
her eyes, frozen there for a second, as I realized she had caught me
staring down her shirt!  But then I wanted to be caught; I wanted her to
punish me, to humiliate me, no matter what that meant, I wanted to feel the
freedom of having someone else take control...  But no, there was nothing
she could help with, not unless she had a key that worked my damn chastity
belt!  I let myself get swept along with the crowd of students moving
quickly towards the door.

   The hallway was crammed with elated students.  The sounds of cheers and
slamming lockers filled the warm air as everybody hurried for the exits. 
For me, the day was building with erotic tension, and I knew that if I
didn't find some relief soon, I would end up doing something desperate.  I
fought my way through the crowd to my locker, and found Annette waiting
there.  Her face lit up when she saw me.

   "Hi!" was all she needed to say.  Her blue eyes seemed to twinkle and
her skin was almost glowing with excitement.  "Can you believe we're
finally done!  We've got the whole summer free!" She threw her arms around
my neck and hugged me, and I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed
gently. The aroma of her perfume made me weak in the knees.  Feeling her
small, firm breasts pressing against my chest, I took comfort in her
femininity, and started to relax.  Wherever my mind was a few minutes ago,
now it was here with this sexy girl, and everything just felt so right...

   For the past several weeks, we had been spending a lot of time studying
together in the school library.  Her hints were less than subtle, always
trying to mess around with me, like taking off her shoes and trying to rub
my crotch with her bare feet.  I was terrified of her finding the hard
leather pouch under my pants, so I would always push her away.  I wanted to
be affectionate though, so I would rub her feet and tell her to concentrate
on studying so we could do well on our finals, and to wait for summer when
we could have some real fun.  I was starting to think that my rebuffs were
making her more and more determined, and I knew I couldn't keep playing
that game forever...

   "So, have you got any ideas on what to do, now that we've got all this
free time?" she asked.

   "Ummm, I don't know, do you have any ideas?" I said, instantly
frustrated at myself for the clumsy response.  I couldn't believe I was
feeling more tense now that the tests were over!

   "Well," she said, with a naughty look in her eyes, "there is something
I've been meaning to show you..."

   I slammed my locker door shut.  "Why do I get the feeling you're up to
something?"

   "Come on!" she said, as she grabbed my hand and led me quickly through
the hall, fighting against the crowd of students as everybody hurried to
get as far away from school as possible.  She pulled me through a doorway,
and I looked around at the unfamiliar room.  My bearings were thrown off
for a second as I tried to figure out where I was, then it hit me: We were
in the girls' bathroom!  I turned to Annette, but before I could open my
mouth, she locked her lips to mine, and started to passionately kiss me.

   She smelled and tasted wonderful, and I could feel her warm body melting
in my arms as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth.  Her breathing got
heavy and she started gyrating her hips, and grinding her crotch into my
thigh.  I broke off the kiss and started gently sucking the soft skin of
her neck.  Her head fell backwards and her body almost went limp as she let
out a low moan.  I worked up her neck, and then started nibbling on her
ear, blowing gently into it.  She was so turned on, I could feel her body
react to every little touch!  I put my hand over her breast, and felt her
nipple harden through her t-shirt.  Then I reached under her shirt, feeling
up the smooth skin of her firm torso, up past her ribs, and then I pushed
her bra up and touched her nipple.  She let out a moan and her whole body
shuddered...  I couldn't hold back any more!  I violently shoved her up
against the wall, pulled her shirt up, and started biting and sucking her
nipples!  She didn't protest, didn't hold me back, instead she grabbed one
of my hands and placed it over her crotch!  I felt her warmth through her
jeans, and started rubbing her there.  Then, unsatisfied with the feel of
coarse denim, I unzipped her pants, reached inside, and touched the
softness of her cotton panties.  Then inside of those, to touch her silky
pubic hair...  Down even further, I found her clit, soaking wet, and
started to flick my finger back and forth over it while sucking her
nipples. Annette let out a moan and took a deep breath as her body started
to shudder...

   "What the hell!" Suddenly I recognized the distinct sound of Ms. 
Parker's voice from behind me.  My heart leapt, and Annette jumped, pulled
her shirt down, and zipped up her pants as she ran for the door.  I
instinctively headed after her, but Ms.  Parker grabbed me.  "Not so fast!"
She powerfully threw me backward into one of the stalls.  In one fast
motion, she pulled her wide belt from around her skirt and whipped me hard
across the chest.  I cowered away from her, but trapped in the tiny stall,
there was no escape.  "I'll teach you!" Ms.  Parker yelled as she continued
to whip me.  "Corrupting young girls like that!"

   "No!  You don't understand!" I tried to plead with her.  "I wasn't
forcing her to do anything..."

   "Shut up!" She cut me off.  "I see the way you look at me...  I know how
a pervert's mind works!"

   I squatted on the floor, in front of the toilet, covering my face,
cowering away from her as she continued to whip me.  At that moment only
one thing mattered, and before anything else could ruin it, put my finger
in my mouth, the one that had been inside Annette, and savored all that was
left of the moment we had just shared.

   "I'll show you a side of me you'll wish you had never seen, you
perverted little bastard!"

   I looked up to see Ms.  Parker whirl around, pulling her long skirt up,
dropping her panties as she brought her ass right down on my face, pinning
my head backwards above the toilet bowl!  I stuck my tongue out, and just
as I found the hairy patch between her legs, my mouth started flooding with
piss!  Whether she expected me to be shocked, or disgusted, I'm sure she
never would have guessed that my own mother had prepared me over and over
again for this very act.  I let it run over my face and into my mouth,
still probing with my tongue, until I found her clit, feeling her body
betray a slight shiver as I touched the one spot that might give me an
advantage...

   By the time her piss stopped flowing, she had completely soaked me.  Ms.
Parker rubbed her dripping cunt around on my face, using me like a rag.  I
furiously licked whatever she pushed against my mouth, her asshole or her
pussy, trying to concentrate on her clit, trying to make sure she got some
pleasure from this, trying to ignite her thirst to dominate me by inviting
her to cum in my mouth.  It must have been working, because she didn't get
up, and I could hear her breathing getting heavy as she tried to conceal
her moans.  I licked and sucked her pussy, desperate for her to use me,
desperate for her to use my mouth for her orgasm...  And then I felt it
happening, when she just couldn't hold back any longer - for just an
instant the tables were turned and I was in control, I was forcing her to
do something, as her orgasm took her to a place where her whole world shook
on the tip of my tongue!  Her stifled moans echoed through the empty
bathroom as her body shuddered above me...

   Things calmed down, and I continued to slowly lick up into her vagina,
tasting her juices, alternating kisses right on her asshole as she caught
her breath.  Finally she stood up, and slowly reached down to her ankles,
giving me an incredible view of her ass, and her hairy pussy jutting out
between her legs!  She was teasing me, daring me to penetrate her, and I
wanted desperately to stand up and shove my rock-hard cock right into her,
but the bondage of mother's chastity belt once again kept me from finishing
it.  She pulled up her panties, and turned around to face me.

   "Don't ever let me catch you doing anything like that again!" She said,
trying to regain her composure.  "Believe me, you don't want to know what I
will do next time!"

   I got up the guts to look up and make eye contact.  "I might have to
take you up on that, Ms.  Parker!"

   She gave me a surprised but scornful look, then turned and stormed out
of the bathroom.

   I took a second to replay the whole thing in my head, then I took a deep
breath, and just enjoyed the flavor of Ms.  Parker's cunt still lingering
on my tongue, and the scent of her piss all over me.  How could that have
been punishment if she just fulfilled one of my deepest fantasies?  Never
had I wanted more badly to jerk off, and not been able to do so, than at
this very moment...

   A creak from the bathroom door suddenly shocked me back to reality!  I
figured it was Annette looking for me, and I was terrified to have her find
me like this!  I quietly pushed the stall door shut, and put my feet up on
the toilet.  It was just some girl I didn't know, so I sat as quietly as I
could, and listened as her piss tinkled into the toilet next to me.  Fuck,
I wanted more!  I wanted to stick my mouth right under that girl's pussy
while she pisses all over me!

   She flushed the toilet, washed her hands, then left.  I knew I had to
sneak out of here without anybody seeing me.  My hair and shirt were
soaked! I went to the sink and splashed some cold water on my face, but
with all that had happened today, I really needed to splash some cold water
on the rest of me!  I went over to the door and listened carefully until it
seemed quiet.  "The school should be empty by now anyway," I told myself.
My only goal was to get home without running into anybody else, especially
Annette.

   I cautiously peeked out into the hallway, relieved to find it totally
empty.  I ran to a nearby classroom and looked out the window until I
spotted Annette, pacing nervously in front of the school, constantly
looking at the front door.  It broke my heart that I had to leave her like
that, horny as hell and looking for me, but it was foolish to think that I
could have had her, that I could have a sex life anything like that of a
normal man.  As my erection shrank, I was able to soberly think about
everything that had just happened.  What if Ms.  Parker hadn't come in when
she did?  Annette would have eventually found my chastity belt!  I would
have had to somehow end it at some point, and that would probably leave
Annette thinking I was gay or something!  No, I was glad it ended like it
did.  It was just not my place to fuck Annette.  That was for other men,
real men, men who don't eat cum every night from their mom's pussy.  At
least nothing really bad happened there - there was still an open
possibility that somehow we would be together.  And I also got to eat Ms.
Parker!  "Today must be your lucky day," I sarcastically muttered to
myself, confused and depressed and aroused all at once.  I left the school
through a back exit, and headed quickly for the nearby woods.  The warm air
was drying my shirt as I walked, but leaving behind the fermenting smell of
Ms.  Parker's urine.  With the half-day at school, it would still be
several hours before mom got home, and that left me plenty of time to get
cleaned up.  I tried to imagine mom's reaction if I were to tell her I have
a girlfriend...

   Having mom angry with me really wasn't that big of a deal.  I often did
small things wrong on purpose, like doing a poor job cleaning the bathroom,
just to get mom to step up her punishments.  I had learned to enjoy, and
even crave it.  It was the one way to turn the tables and take control of
my crazy situation, to manipulate my submission to her and get her to do
what I wanted - that is, provided I want her to tie me down and whip my ass
with a belt!  Sometimes, if I was really bad, she would put on her strap-on
dildo and ride me good and hard, and that was usually my goal.  Her rubber
cock plunging in and out of my ass would sometimes force my orgasm over the
edge, so that was like my secret, special reward for being extra bad.  I
was not looking forward, however, to what mom might do, if she were to find
out about anything that happened this afternoon.  What if Ms.  Parker calls
mom?  Not likely, I decided, because she would be risking her entire
career. I imagined mom finding out, then setting out to get revenge on Ms.
Parker, forcing my teacher onto her knees, bending to my mother's wicked
will!  Then I thought about Annette.  I started thinking the only way out
of this mess was to cut off the belt and run away, and try to find a normal
life.  But then, I couldn't give up what I had with mother, the feeling of
security, and helplessness...  Finally I decided the only thing to do was
to go home and tell her about Annette, not that we almost had sex today,
just that I have a girlfriend.  What's the worst she could do?

   CHAPTER 8
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   The woods behind school had trails that led to the edge of my
neighborhood, so I was thinking the odds of me getting home without running
into anyone were pretty good.  I found myself picking up the pace as I
imagined over and over again my conversation with mother, our talk always
ending with her on top of me, penetrating me, filling me up until I
explode! Finally I knew how I would relieve my growing frustration!  My
brisk walk turned to a jog as my desire turned to a craving for the instant
I was safe at home, as quickly as I could remove my pants, I would impale
myself on mom's biggest dildo, then ride it until a river of cum pours out
every opening in my belt!  I couldn't believe I hadn't thought about doing
this before, but this afternoon would provide the perfect opportunity to
get it done!  I was within eyeshot of my front door, my trembling hand
already fumbling for my keys, when I passed the Wilson's house...

   "Hey!"

   I turned to see Jeannie Wilson, leaning out her front door, motioning
for me to come over.

   "I really need to get home," I yelled back to her, and waived.

   "But I REALLY need you over here," she said, and she stepped out onto
her front porch, completely naked.

   I hurried over to her.  She stepped back inside, and then invited me in.
I watched her large nipples harden as I moved close.  It sounded like there
was a party going on outside by her pool.  As if I wasn't horny enough
already, now I had to imagine what kind of pool party has hostess walking
around totally naked!  And, why would she need me here...

   Jeannie Wilson was a divorced mother.  She lived with her son John just
a few doors down from us, and they were the only people in the world that
knew about me and my mother.  Mom shared a special relationship with
Jeannie, and had actually loaned her the key to my belt!  Jeannie was a
kind and patient lover, the woman who had given me lessons on the finer
points of eating pussy, but I had been avoiding her for the past few weeks,
ever since her son John figured out that I was fucking his mom, and found a
way to take his revenge on me.  I've tried very hard to forget what
happened that night, only to find that some memories don't easily fade...

   John isn't any bigger or stronger than me, but when he caught me in my
yard after dark, and held me down, he had no trouble forcing me to do
things.  I don't know why I didn't try to fight him off.  His stern
commands seemed to throw a switch in my head, and it just felt so natural
to do what mother had taught me, so easy to just lie there and be
submissive.  My body automatically did whatever he said, his orders simple
enough, as he held me flat on my back, kneeling on my chest, slowly inching
forward...  "Open your mouth."

   Once it was happening, there was no more thought, and no emotion except
subservience.  Submission was a simple, involuntary reaction, and from the
moment I tasted it, I became his slave, and I became ready to promise
anything to my new master.  He could use me whenever he pleased, however he
liked, and I'd never so much as look at his mother again...  As if I
deserved anything from him, I dared to hope for one simple favor, just that
he keep it a secret, hoping above all else that he'd never tell another
living soul.  As if he was reading my mind, just as I came to realize how
thoroughly and completely he owned me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, and
looked down with a wicked grin on his face.  "Just wait till my mom finds
out," he said, adding emphasis to each syllable with a violent thrust,
"that...  you...  like...  to...  suck...  DICK!"

   From the moment I was out from under him, I tried very hard to convince
myself that it never actually happened, that I had somehow dreamt it up,
and my life continued as normal, except that I had been purposely avoiding
him and his mother, the sexy woman who now stood naked in front of me.  I
couldn't imagine that John actually told her what happened, but no matter
how much or how little Mrs.  Wilson knew about that night, if she knew that
I had done it, she would always think of me as a cocksucker!  I had felt
too much shame to get the nerve to face either one of them, and as long as
I stayed away, I could do my best to pretend it never happened.  But now,
here I stood, staring at Mrs.  Wilson's naked body.  I nervously looked
around.

   "Is John here?"

   "No, he's at his father's for the weekend," she said, and I breathed a
sigh of relief.  At least I wouldn't have to face him today.

   "Oh my, aren't you a mess!" Jeannie exclaimed as the smell of my clothes
hit her.

   "Huh?  Oh, yeah, that's why I wanted to get home.  I ran into a bad
situation with a teacher before I left school."

   She laughed.  "A 'bad situation' huh?"

   "Yeah, um...  see, a teacher caught me in the women's bathroom, and
well, see, I kind of had my hand down this girl's pants, and then the
teacher got really pissed, and umm...  long story short, first she whipped
me with her belt, then she pissed all over me."

   Mrs.  Wilson couldn't keep from laughing.  "Well, I'll get you cleaned
up, honey," she tried to be serious for a minute, "and I'll let you in on a
little secret: I made a copy of your mom's special key, so I can have you
anytime I want!  And, don't worry sweetheart, I promise not to piss all
over you!"

   "I don't know, it wasn't that bad really..."

   She made a show of pretending to think about it, then she started
laughing.  Now we were both cracking up, but honestly, if it turned her on,
to order me onto my knees, spread her hairy pussy above my face, then spray
her piss all over me, I wouldn't have minded.  I would let her do anything
she wanted.  I looked up and down her gorgeous, naked body, and started
getting really excited.  My cock throbbed so hard I thought I might have
cum inside my belt!  Then my thoughts went to Annette...  Maybe there was a
way to have mom and Annette, and neither had to know about the other!  "I
wouldn't mind a copy of that key, Jeannie."

   She stopped laughing.  "I didn't make the key so some hot, young thing
from school could corrupt you!  Besides, I can go get some dick anytime I
want.  Don't you ever forget, that when I open that lock, it's a favor for
you, and I think you should be acting a little more grateful!"

   I stood there silently, surprised by her reaction.  I had been starting
to think of her like a buddy, but she let me know exactly who was in
charge. "I'm sorry Mrs.  Wilson." I finally said, my head bowed.

   "That's ok honey," she said, as she gave me a gentle pat on the
shoulder. "I understand that a boy would never miss an opportunity to get
some pussy.  In fact, that's what gives us women so much power over you! 
And actually, I'm counting on it." Mrs.  Wilson pulled me close, as if we
weren't alone, and she needed to share a secret.  "See, there is something
you could do for me that would be very, very special," she whispered, her
lips so close I could feel her breath grazing my cheek, "and as a way to
show your gratitude to me, in return for turning that lock and letting you
fuck my hot little pussy, I want you to do this special favor for me
today."

   To show my devotion, I dropped to my knees in front of her, eye level
with her big, hairy cunt, and absolutely nothing would stop me from wanting
to lick it, or fuck it.  I reminded myself who was in charge, and fought
the urge to bury my face in her bush.  Instead I looked up into her eyes.
"What is it you would like me to do?"

   She looked down at me adoringly, running her fingers through my hair. 
Then she grabbed the back of my head, spread her legs a little, and pulled
my face onto her cunt.  I started licking and sucking on her clit.  The
taste of her body instantly caused my cock to start throbbing.  I knew her
"special favor" would never amount to something as simple as just eating
her pussy - all she had to do is spread her legs and I would be down there,
but the instant I tasted her, if there was any hesitation inside of me at
all, it quickly melted away.  I was a little apprehensive about what could
possibly deserve such a buildup, but there's just something about the taste
of pussy - I couldn't imagine turning her down for anything!

   "See," she started, "there's something that really turns me on, and,
ummm..." She let out a moan as breathing got heavy and her pussy all of a
sudden got really wet.  "Oh god, just thinking about you...  ohhh... 
god... I just imagine you...  Ohhhhhh...  It gets me all wet!" Her legs
started to buckle, and I leaned backwards, falling backwards, keeping my
mouth locked to her cunt as she dropped to her knees.  I relaxed on the
floor with her pussy right over my face and continued to work my tongue
through her thick, hairy bush, tickling her clit, licking her vagina to
taste her heavily flowing juices, and even planting a few kisses right on
her asshole just to let her know how complete my devotion was.  She let out
several low, whimpering moans.  "I just need to see you," she said, between
heavy breaths, "just this once...  ooohh baby, that's really good, ohhhh
yeah, oh, right there...  I want to watch you, oh baby...  I want you on
your knees baby...  ohhhh...  I want to see my baby...  sucking...  off...
other...  men..."

   "What?" I stopped licking, and looked up at her face, hoping I had heard
her wrong.  There was a pause where we just stared into each other's eyes.

   "Well," she said, still quivering, still breathing heavily, gently
running her fingers through my hair, "John said that you really seemed to
get off on doing him, and so I just thought that maybe, ummm, if you liked
it that much, that maybe..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down at
me, a look of hopefulness.

   So that prick had told her!  As if forcing his dick into my mouth wasn't
revenge enough!  Little did I know that what he was feeding me was more
than just humiliation, that he meant to transform me from his mother's
lover, into her own personal cocksucker!  Anger was coursing through my
veins, but I just lay there, frozen there in shock, not sure what to say.

   After a long pause, she broke the silence.  "Look, I'm not going to
force you to do it, honey.  It's totally up to you."

   Nothing that happened in the past could sway me, and none of my confused
fantasies mattered.  I had to get out of this, no matter what.  "I don't
know, Mrs.  Wilson, I mean, I just don't think I'm into that." She just
stared down at me...  Her sweet pussy, right over my mouth, the taste of
her sex still lingering on my lips, was not enough to make me do the thing
she wanted me to do.  I had to somehow salvage what little was left of my
manhood.  "Look, John forced me to do it - I didn't want to, and I didn't
like it, and, well, I just don't know what else to say, besides, no."

   "It's ok, I understand." She stood up, offered me her hand, and lifted
me up off the floor.  Despite the horror of what she was asking me to do, I
was still aroused, still captivated by every little movement of her naked
body.  She looked away from me, and offhandedly gestured towards the door.
"I guess I'll see you around then," she said, and she turned her back.

   My heart was breaking as I took another look at her.  Finally, out of
desperation, I managed to stammer out a few broken words.  "But Mrs. 
Wilson, um, but, see, I really want you, I mean, you're so sexy, can't we
just..."

   "Look," she said, with anger in her voice, as she whirled around to face
me, "if a fuck is all I'm looking for, I've got a yard full of horny guys
out there that will be more than happy to line up and fuck me.  If you
really think my cunny is so fucking special, well then, I think you'd be
willing to do something special for me in return!"

   I paused for a second, forcing myself to think about what she said,
while trying to ignore the details of it.  I looked her body up and down.
This sexy woman, standing naked in front of me, had actually gone and made
a copy of my mother's key, just so she could fuck me!  I didn't want her
mad at me, and more than anything, I really wanted to stick my dick into
her.  I thought about it...  Just about every night mom was out taking
strangers' cocks inside of her, and then coming home and feeding her pussy
to me.  What difference would it make, all those guys who fuck my mother,
what difference would it really have made if she had invited them home, to
come into my room and shove their dicks right into my mouth?

   My erection grew even harder as the image of my mother flashed through
my mind - of my mom, naked, on her back, with her legs in the air...  I
imagined mom spreading her hot, wet pussy, and I want nothing more than to
be down there licking it, but first, the man from this morning, the man
with the jackhammer, kneels down and rubs his huge penis all over my mom's
pussy, until finally he presses his swollen flesh her juicy opening...  And
I knew that I would kiss the very flesh his penis is touching, and I will,
but not until he pumps his hot, throbbing meat in and out of my mother,
faster and harder, until finally he lets out a loud grunt, and...  and if
mom would just sit down in front of me, and spread her legs, the musky
smell of that man's cock all over her sweet flesh, his sweat glistening on
her skin, his dick withdrawn but the heat of it still warming her pussy,
and his orgasm still inside of her, just starting to ooze out...  One
glimpse, and I'm down on my knees, begging her to let me lick it up! 
Knowing that I would beg to lick up another man's pleasure from my own
mother's cunt, that I would swallow another man's orgasm just to be allowed
to taste my mother's pussy, as low as that made me feel, I still couldn't
imagine anything that could make me feel more dirty, and more worthless,
than that same man, doing the exact same thing, directly into my mouth! 
But was it really any different?

   It had been so many weeks since I had cum, I was desperate enough to do
almost anything, and the dizziness in my head and the tingling in my groin
was telling me that feeling dirty and worthless might be the hottest thing
I had ever known!  My desperate horniness and raging erection took control
of my mind, as the submissive inside of me awoke to the intensely erotic
feeling of being completely, sexually owned by another person - something
that Jeannie, or Ms.  Parker, or even my own mother could only give me a
taste of between their legs.  I learned some things that night with John,
despite trying to forget, that sexual submission ultimately boils down to
the simple exchange of pleasure for humiliation, and only one flesh feels a
pleasure so intense, only one humiliation tastes so bitter, only one act
perfectly links orgasm and abasement!  And now I knew, there was only one
way to consummate the ultimate sexual slavery...  One touch from of my
lips, one taste of that flesh, and I'll have no choice but to learn all
there is to know about submission, as the masculine urge for penetration
fills my mouth over and over again, every thrust a new lesson on why a hard
dick is the ultimate tool for domination!  Never again will servility be a
vague emotion I feel in the presence of strange men; it will be something
very real, real enough to smell, real enough to touch, something I'll know
by taste when I'm down on my knees with a throbbing cock in my mouth!  I'll
never have to wonder if he's ever humiliated me by sticking it between my
mother's legs, I'll just suck his dick until I feel my humiliation
climaxing, evidence that I'm his slave when his pleasure grows too intense
to be contained, and spills out onto my tongue, proof of his domination
that remains long after his manhood is pulled from my mouth...  On my knees
with a mouth full of cum, there will be no denying what I've become, the
communion not complete until I swallow, that part of him to stay with me,
his sperm soaking into me, marking me forever as his cocksucking slave!

   "Look, I think I've made myself clear, and it's time for you to leave!"
Mrs.  Wilson woke me from my trance.  I found my hands shaking and my heart
pounding and my cock throbbing, and I could almost taste cum in my mouth!

   "Just walk away," I told myself.  "You don't have to do this - just turn
and walk out that door.  Go ahead and take one last look at her beautiful,
naked body..." I tried to convince myself to say goodbye to her forever.

   Instead, I blurted it out: "I want to do it."

   She paused...  "You want to do what?"

   I swallowed past the lump that was building in my throat.  I just
couldn't bring myself to say it!  "Well, I mean, ummm...  I'll do, ummm,
whatever you want...  you know, if it's not too late, I mean..." She just
stood there, speechless.  I started to worry that she was actually going to
make me beg!  The thought took a second to reverberate through my mind
before finally putting me in my true place, as a slave, as a cocksucker, I
dropped to my knees in front of her.  There was no point in denying that
she owned me, along with every man she invited over today.  I took a deep
breath, and looked up into her eyes...

   "Please Mrs.  Wilson, I have behaved horribly here, and I do not deserve
you, but please let me make it up to you..." She stared silently at me.  "I
beg you to let me prove my devotion to you today, by getting down on my
knees for your guests, and sucking some cock, for you."

   After a long, silent pause, a wide grin came over her face...  "Well,
alright then!" She started towards the back door, then paused.  "But we
really need to get you cleaned up first..."

   I just knelt there, dumbfounded, as it sunk in, what I had just agreed
to do.  I went into a quiet trance.  Jeannie led me to her bathroom like a
zombie, and undressed me.  Her key worked perfectly in my lock.  I stepped
naked into the shower, and washed the stink of Ms.  Parker's piss from my
skin.  I started to think about what I was about to do...  If anything I
just wanted to get on with it - just to get it over with.  Thinking about
it was almost worse than doing it!  When John threw me down and stuck it in
my mouth, it happened so quickly, and then it was over.  And something she
said, "a whole yard full of horny guys..." The words kept echoing in my
head.  I wanted to peek out the window and get a better idea of exactly
what I was getting myself into, but the bathroom window didn't face her
back yard.  The more I thought about it, the more I wanted out.  I started
feeling like I might get sick...

   "I'll be right back, honey," Mrs.  Wilson said, and she left me alone in
the bathroom.

   In an instant I decided to bolt.  I looked around the bathroom, and
realized that my clothes were gone!  I paused, and thought about it for a
second.  Between running home naked, and blowing a "yard full of horny
guys," running naked wasn't sounding too bad!  Then I saw that my belt was
gone too!  How could I go home without that?  Mom would be enraged beyond
belief!  Then it occurred to me, my belt was gone!  I reached down to my
erection, and started rubbing soap into it.  Ok, now that felt good.  For
the first time in months I could actually play with myself!  I wanted so
badly to release some of the pain and frustration...  It only took a few
strokes and my neglected cock was ready to explode...

   "I've got a few things here that might make this a little easier on
you," Mrs.  Wilson said, as she barged back into the bathroom.  She carried
a bottle of whiskey, a studded dog collar, a leash, and a blindfold.  I
laughed at myself for a second, that a dog collar, leash, and a blindfold
could actually make me feel more comfortable.  The whiskey seemed like a
good idea though.  She looked with approval at my hard, soapy cock.  "Just
make sure you save a little of that for later honey.  Now get yourself
rinsed off."

   I let the warm water run over my body, and then stepped out.  It felt
good to be clean, however long it would last.  All of a sudden I felt
stuck. I still wanted to run, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. 
Mrs.  Wilson handed me a towel.

   "I put your clothes in the washer, so you will have something clean to
wear home." She paused, took a deep breath, put her hand on my shoulder,
and looked at me.  Her pretty blue eyes were getting all watery.  "Now,
look sweetheart, I know you're not really crazy about doing this, and I
don't want to force you into anything, so if you want to back out, I'll
understand." She reached down and ran her fingernails up and down my hard
cock.  "I'll even let you fuck me, before you go.  I'm sorry I tried to
make you do this.  It really turns me on, but that doesn't make it ok to
use my pussy to blackmail a sweet kid like you."

   "Ok Jeannie," I said, as I rubbed her shoulders.  I moved closer to her,
put my arms around her, and gave her a gentle hug, pressing my hard cock
into her bush.  I was starting to feel relieved, that I wouldn't have to go
through with it after all.  She let out a sniffle, and I felt her tears
running down my shoulder.  Part of me wanted to throw her up on the counter
right there and just shove my aching hard cock into her, but I knew it
would only last a second, then I'd have to leave here crying!  I needed
this to last.  I knew I was going to fuck her before I left.  I was
planning to fuck her a lot this summer.  My decision was made.  What the
hell did I have to lose, anyway?  It's not like I'd never had a dick in my
mouth before...  and this didn't mean I was gay, hell, I was actually doing
it to get some pussy!  Besides, didn't I want to feel the ultimate
humiliation?  "Umm, but if this really turns you on though," my voice
cracked as a lump formed in my throat, "well then, I think I would be
willing to try it, just for you I mean..."

   She looked up at me, her pretty eyes sparkling with tears.  "Really? 
Are you sure?" She asked, with a hopeful look.

   "Yeah...  But," I hesitated as the sinking feeling came back into my
stomach.  "I think I'd almost like to, I mean, I'm a little nervous, so
umm..." My hands were shaking and I was getting dizzy.  I took a deep
breath...  "I want to get started."

   "Oh, of course, honey." She poured a shot of whiskey and handed it to
me. "Here." I gulped it down, choking as it burned my throat.  "That should
help everything slide down a little easier!" She giggled as she spoke.  I
did my best to ignore her words as she poured another shot, and handed it
to me.  I gulped that down too, then a third and a fourth.  She buckled the
dog collar around my neck.  "Is that helping?  Are you starting to relax
now?"

   "I think so." I was feeling a little light headed, but the nervousness
wasn't really going away.  "Umm, Jeannie?"

   "Look, sweetheart," she drew me close, and stared into my eyes, "there's
really nothing to it!  Watch." She dropped to her knees in front of me, and
slowly sucked my erection into her warm, wet mouth.

   "Oooooohhh," I trembled, almost collapsing, reaching for balance as she
swirled her tongue.  "Ummmm, but I, oooh, um I was wwwondering...  um.. 
exactly how many guys are b-b-b-back there?"

   She paused for a second, like she was counting in her head, then she
stood up.  "Listen honey, I think you'd really be better off if you stop
asking questions, and just put on the blindfold."

   "Umm, ok." I realized that I was trying to get more information than I
probably wanted.

   She placed the blindfold over my eyes.  I couldn't see a thing.  "Now,
get down on all fours, my sexy little cocksucker, and I'll lead you to your
men."

   I froze in shock.  As if this whole thing wasn't humiliating enough, now
she was leading me to them like a dog!  With a violent tug on the leash,
she jerked me down onto my hands and knees.  I had no choice but to follow
in the direction she pulled.  As I scrambled to keep up with her, I started
to worry that maybe some guy back there might recognize me, and I imagined
what he would think when he saw me like this!  Then reality sunk in - no,
if somebody back there knows me, then the dog collar and leash really won't
matter that much - no, not once I'm on my knees in front of him, not once
his penis is in my mouth!  The whole thing just seemed like a dream, and I
couldn't imagine how I had gotten myself into this.  "As long as Annette
doesn't find out, everything will be ok," I told myself.  "Just think of
her..." It seemed like a year ago that Ms.  Parker caught us in the
bathroom...

   We stopped and I heard her open the door.  Then all I could hear was my
heart pounding in my chest.  In the back of my mind, I still hoped that
this was just some kind of test, that she didn't really intend to make me
go through with it.  It seemed like a trick my mom would play: blindfold
me, get me to agree to suck dick, then shove a dildo into my mouth.  Would
it be too much to hope that her backyard was full of women, all wearing
strap-ons?  "Go ahead, think of it that way, that's probably what's going
on." I allowed myself to cling to this one little lie, for however long it
could possibly last...

   I felt the warm sun on my back and cool grass under my hands and knees
as she led me onto the lawn.  It was immediately obvious we weren't alone.
The air was filled with all the typical sounds of a pool party: music,
splashing, people talking, and the smell of chlorine hanging in the air. 
Then I heard some laughing, and whistling, and catcalling, and cheers, and
I could tell there was a crowd gathering around us.  How many I couldn't
tell, but I was sure there were more than just a few people.  I heard
voices coming closer, and the splashes from the pool stopped.  "Hey check
it out!" I heard, and "Oh man!" and "Finally!" and then, "It's time to suck
some dick, boy!" I'm sure my face was glowing beet red.  Now I knew this
was for real, and I was grateful to Jeannie for giving me the blindfold. 
It helped me to pretend they were talking about someone else, to imagine
for just a few more seconds that this wasn't really happening to me...

   We stopped, and now I really felt like I was going to puke.  "Quit being
such a baby," I tried to tell myself...

   Jeannie was right next to me, stroking my hair.  "Just relax, honey,"
she whispered to me.  "Just kneel down, try to relax, and take a deep
breath." That seemed like a good idea.  I took a deep breath.  Then
another.

   "Ok, listen up!" She shouted.  "If he says to stop, then you stop!" I
heard a slight murmur from the crowd, mixing with some laughter.  Her words
brought me right back to that night with John, and how many times I wanted
to, and tried to tell him to fuck off, learning exactly how difficult and
pointless it is to form the words, when there's a hard dick thrusting in
and out of my mouth...  These men now owned me, and it was not my place to
tell them anything.

   Jeannie squatted over my lap, and I felt her coarse pubic hair brushing
against my penis.  She brought her mouth near mine, and whispered, "Don't
be nervous, baby.  You're gonna be great, and I'll be right here the whole
time.  I might even help out a little," and she planted a gentle kiss on my
lips, and then she reached down, and guided the head of my cock into her
hot pussy.  "You're so fucking hot, trembling, shaking like this.  You
can't imagine how sexy you are to me right now," she whispered, and I felt
the full heat of her vagina as she brought it slowly down onto me.  With
another soft kiss, she whispered again, teasing my lips with her tongue,
"Your lips are pulsing with excitement baby, they know what they're about
to taste, oh baby, you know what you're about to do, you can't wait to
taste it, just wait till he's in your mouth and you feel it happening..." I
put my arms around her and started to slowly slide my dick in and out. 
After just a few strokes I was ready to explode inside of her...  I let out
a low moan and felt tremors starting to erupt throughout my entire body,
but she quickly broke off our kiss, stood up, moved away, and left me there
trembling, right on the edge of orgasm.  Even the slightest breeze would
have spilled my cum at that moment, and every instinct told me to reach
down there and do it, yet something told me not to ruin this moment...

   "Ok guys, he's all yours!" I felt the leash drop onto my lap.  Then I
felt the warmth of bodies crowding around me...

   I knelt there quietly, and felt knees and legs and feet clumsily bumping
me as the crowd struggled to get close.  The air seemed to suddenly fill
with a heavy, musky scent, and while I had no illusions of what I was about
to do, I imagined what I might see, were I to remove the blindfold... 
Would I want to open my eyes, right now, and see a bunch of hard dicks just
inches from my face?  I thought back that first brief glimpse of mom's
pussy, how she left me horny and sleepless for weeks...  How would I feel
after my first close-up view of a grown man's erect penis?  Would the sight
of a man's erection haunt my sleep, and visit me in my dreams?

   I reached to the side for balance and touched the soft inner thigh of
someone's hairy leg!  My immediate instinct was to recoil, like I was
wrestling in gym class and had accidentally touched a guy where I
shouldn't, and here I was shocked by that tiny touch, the tiniest fraction
of what I was about to do...  This was the first trickle of the flood of
humiliation that was about to wash over me, and I knew that I could never
feel comfortable touching another man, but I was not here to feel comfort,
so I let my hand slowly creep upward, contrary to my every instinct, the
bizarreness of everything making my heart pound in my chest, my fingers
traced a line up his inner thigh, gently past the wrinkled skin of his
low-hanging balls, until finally I touched it!  I started to stroke his
warm, hardening shaft, and all of a sudden this was real, this was really
going to happen!  I paused for a second, trying to stay calm, trying to
relax, trying to talk myself into kissing it!  The blindfold now seemed
silly, as if seeing a man's penis was somehow worse than tasting it; as if
the barrier to my sight would somehow matter when all my other senses are
penetrated...  Then something soft and warm pressed against my lips!  It
came from another direction!  I tasted the slippery bead of moisture he
smeared on my lips, and there were no more illusions - this wasn't just
vague fantasy about being dominated anymore, this was real!  My lips were
touching a penis!  This was a hard penis, a man's flesh, loaded with cum
and pointed right at my lips!  I knew right then and there that there will
be nothing but spit between my tongue and his dick when he spills his
orgasm!

   I felt a firm hand on the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my
hair, leveraging the pressure against my lips, so I relaxed my jaw and let
his flesh slide into my mouth, until the head jammed against the back of my
throat.  I closed my lips around it.  The slow, deliberate penetration was
a dismantling of my manhood, and I wasn't mentally prepared for it, despite
having done this before, despite all the time to think about it, I wasn't
truly ready for the totality of sensations - his strength, the clenching of
his fist in my hair, the musky smell of the man, the warmth of his penis
inside of me, the gentle throbbing on my tongue coinciding with moans from
above, and finally that distinct taste of a man's cock, all combining into
one penetrating blur of submission, all adding up to one overwhelming fact:
This man now owns me; I am his slave.  I'm his to use however he likes.  If
he knows me, now he knows that I suck dick!  It started the moment I tasted
his penis, but it won't be finished until I taste his orgasm!  And he just
kept pushing, like he was actually trying to shove it down my throat!  I
started to gag, and I really thought I was going to puke, so I reached up
and grabbed it, jerked my head from his tight grip, turned and started
coughing uncontrollably.  That brought laughs from the crowd, and comments
like, "what's the matter little boy, can't take it?"

   My hand was still on his cock, and I noticed how big it was - there were
easily another four or five inches that hadn't been in my mouth yet.  I
could barely get my hand around it, and I could feel him getting bigger and
harder as he watched me gag and cough, struggling just to breathe!  My eyes
were watering and drool dripped off my chin.  I was hoping they would see
my suffering and just put an end to this, but the laughter continued, and
then my leash was jerked upward and then two hands grabbed my hair and held
my head firmly.  The huge cock was again pressed against my lips, then I
heard the man's powerful voice: "Are you going to suck it like a good
bitch, or do I hold you down and fuck your little mouth?" His dominant
power melted away my will, and his strength forced my submission.  It was
time to stop fantasizing about humiliation, and start living it.  I held
out my tongue to meet my master's penis, then I put my lips around it. 
That brought cheers from the crowd, and he loosened his grip on my hair. 
"Ok, and do a good job, no more of this pussy shit!" I made my tongue
really wet, and jacked off his shaft with while bobbing my mouth up and
down on the head.

   I just kept doing that, sucking him the only way I could without
gagging. Even as it was happening I still couldn't believe I was doing it!
"You're sucking dick," I kept telling myself over and over, as if to remind
myself the humiliation I was enduring, "you fucking cocksucker, you're
actually licking and sucking on a fucking man's penis!" He was similar in
size to mom's big strap-on, but this was way different than sucking on her
rubber dildo, and the differences went beyond the tastes and sensations of
having a real penis in my mouth.  Mom would fuck my face, not really for
sexual pleasure, but to dominate me.  It was all about me, about my eager
submission to her.  I had learned to please her by really getting into the
act, by playing the role of her eager little slave.  My clumsy performance
today would not have pleased mother, but that didn't matter - this was not
a dildo in my mouth, and this wasn't going to end by me simply
demonstrating eagerness!  With my lips wrapped around a real penis, I no
longer had to 'act' like a slave, I just had to suck.  His manhood would
force my slavery, his domination forcing my submission the way orgasm
forces ejaculation!  And I could feel the effect my mouth was having on
him. I felt his hands on the back of my head, trembling as he grabbed
fistfuls of my hair, as he shoved his throbbing, oozing meat in and out of
me.  I realized that for him, this probably wasn't about domination or
submission at all, this was only about orgasm.  My humiliation would come
as a mere side effect of the ultimate goal...

   Now I wasn't so much sucking him, as he was fucking my face.  It was all
I could do just to time my breathing with his thrusts.  With two fistfuls
of my hair, he brutally shoved his cock in and out.  Now his grunts and
moans were growing louder and wilder, and every time he buried his penis in
the back of my throat I could actually feel the pleasure building up inside
of him, and I could feel it getting ready to explode!  I wondered if he
would warn me when he was cumming, so I would be ready when I finally taste
it, so I would know which violent throb would finally fill my mouth with
humiliation...  Only now my tongue was getting very slippery, and I thought
that might be it!  But then I decided it must be pre-cum, partly because it
lacked the salty flavor and gooey, lumpy texture of cum, but mostly because
it lacked the violence of orgasm...  "When a he cums," I told myself, "you
won't have to wonder about it, you'll know for sure..."

   His thrusts started to slow, so I took the opportunity to breathe, and
to swallow some of the pre-cum.  Both my hands were pulled of his cock, and
placed on hard dicks on either side of me.  Just as I started to rub them,
another long, slow thrust, filled my mouth with his huge penis, and with
another loud grunt, I braced for my mouth to start filling with something
else...  And again he pulled out, this time very, very slowly, again
leaving a slimy trail on my tongue, and he let out a low moan, and I
noticed that maybe this time the flavor was a little different, a little
more salty, and yes, it tasted like cum!  Maybe this was finally it!  I
just kept my lips locked around his trembling shaft, and braced for it, for
him to feed me my punishment, the humiliating punishment that comes from
sucking cock...  He panted and moaned and gave several slow, gentle
thrusts. I swirled my tongue around the massive piece of meat in my mouth,
and I wasn't really sure if he was finally doing it, but my tongue was
getting more and more slimy, and it seemed from the taste like that was
probably it!  He had cum in my mouth!  He just didn't have a big load,
that's all.  It was finally over, and I had done it, and it wasn't even
really that bad!  Would they all be this easy?  I silently laughed to
myself, having conquered this huge cock, and then pulled my head up, ready
to take on my next master...

   Suddenly the fists in my hair clenched hard, and his dick was powerfully
forced back into my mouth!  With a few hard thrusts I was suddenly
overwhelmed with the salty flavor and warm, runny goo filling my mouth!  I
heard him yelling out, "Ahhhh!" - with a hard throb - "Ahhhh!" - every time
- AAAAHHHHH!!!" - a violent twitch left a pile of thick, lumpy goo on my
tongue!  He shoved his cock hard against the back of my throat, just as I
took a deep gulp to try to swallow it all, just as another twitch
overflowed my mouth with stringy, lumpy jizz!  I couldn't breathe and then
I started choking, and I spit out a bunch of cum!  But he was still inside
of me and with another twitch there was more!  I tried hard to suppress my
gag reflex, and felt all his cum running out and dripping off my chin.  I
struggled to keep my balance while I was still choking and he shoved his
spurting cock hard into my mouth...  "You fucking eat it all, cocksucker!
My jizz is your special treat!  Don't you dare waste a drop!" and he just
kept thrusting and twitching and squirting into my mouth as he held my head
firmly on his cock...

   Finally, the twitches mellowed, and the squirts turned to a slow ooze,
and then he pulled out.  His cum was everywhere, all over me and inside of
me too.  He slapped my cheeks with his softening cock, and rubbed his dick
and balls all over my slimy face.  "You'll do better next time, cocksucker,
if you know what's good for you.  But this time, for wasting so much of my
glorious cum, now you're going to have to kiss my ass.  I insist."

   First came the smell, and then intense revulsion as he pressed his hairy
butt cheeks against my face.

   "Every time you spill a drop of cum today, you can plan on kissing some
ass, I'll see to it."

   I never would have imagined anything so gross, and I never would have
done it, except that this man's cum was already inside of me...  "You
sucked his dick," I told myself.  "His cum is in your mouth." I could taste
him inside of me.  I swallowed past the lump in my throat, and felt his
sperm sliding down my throat.  His juices were alive in my mouth.  The
flavor was intense and pervasive - his juices were soaking into me.  "Once
you suck his dick, then you're his slave..." I stuck out my tongue and
licked his asshole!  There was so much cum all over my face, I smeared it
onto his ass then licked it back off.  Everything tasted like the blowjob I
had given him, and I had sucked him, and licked him, and so I kept putting
my lips on his asshole, and kissing and licking it!

   "That's a good boy...  That's a good little boy!" I could tell he was
jerking off while I tickled his anus with my tongue.  "Now, Let's see how
well you learned..." Everything about me was now his, and suddenly he
turned around and next thing I knew my mouth was filled with his penis, and
then his cum and more cum and more cum...  I sucked hard for every drop,
and swallowed it.  Then the stranger was gone...

   I took a deep breath, and then swallowed.  My heart was pounding in my
chest.  The sperm in my mouth made it tingle and it dripped from my lips
and cheeks and ran down my neck.  "You fucking cocksucker," I said to
myself.  This was by far the most degrading thing I had ever done, and I
had done it just to fuck Mrs.  Wilson...  If mom hadn't proved it to me
already, now I knew for sure, that the male sex drive makes for the
absolute weakest, most worthless creatures.  Sure, I had tasted lots of
cum, and I had sucked assholes plenty of times before, but this was
worse... Partly because I had almost begged a woman to let me do this,
partly because of all the choking and gagging I had to endure to finally
get it, but ultimately because there was now some stranger whose penis had
been in my mouth!  There was now one man who's face I hadn't seen, but
whose cock I had tasted, whose ass I had kissed, a man who now owns me.  He
might even know me, and from now on, he will always know me as a
cocksucker! Would he recognize me out in the real world?  Would I be
walking down the street, to have some stranger pull me aside, and order me
down onto my knees?  Would a friend of my mother's, some guy I had met who
knows how many times, pull me aside one day and order me to unzip his
jeans? Would mom want to watch?  I imagined some of the guys she's had
over, I imagined her calling me into her room, one of her men standing
there with his dick hanging out.  "Suck it." The flavor of his cum was
intoxicating me with the dirtiest, most humiliating, and most incredibly
erotic feeling I had ever felt!  Despite what I would even care to admit to
myself, I knew my cock would jump to life and I would be licking my lips at
the sight of his hardening cock!  I knew I would be glad to service my
master!  I wasn't even sure what was happening to me, but it had happened,
I had crossed over, and couldn't deny any longer, that I was a
cocksucker... Drunk on whiskey and cum, my instincts told me to do the one
thing a cocksucker knows how to do.  I lifted my head up, and opened my
mouth.  Then I felt a man's penis on my tongue...

   It just kept going on like that, until I completely lost all sense of
time and count.  Some started squirting as soon as they touched my mouth,
and others I would have to suck until my jaw was numb, but every man
eventually took his ownership of me, taking his pleasure in my mouth,
leaving it there for me to swallow...  Eventually I was shoved onto my
back, and I pretty much stopped sucking at that point, and just laid there,
usually with two or sometimes three cocks poking at my mouth, and I just
let them fuck my face.  As I got messier and messier, it seemed like more
and more of the guys didn't want to stick their dicks in my mouth anymore,
and I would just hear their grunts, and feel their jizz splash on my cheeks
and outstretched tongue.

   Then, finally, I felt something different touch my lips...

   "That was so hot, baby!" I heard Jeannie purring out the words as she
started licking and kissing my mouth.  She rubbed her tits around in the
slimy mess on my chest and face, and by the time I stuck my tongue out and
found her hard nipples, they were dripping with cum.  I sucked her tits and
pushed my cock up, until I felt it brush against her hairy crotch... 
Jeannie reached down, held my cock in place, then sunk down onto me,
bathing me in her hot pussy...  I came instantly, violently, screaming out,
squirting an endless flow of jizz into her cunt as I lay there moaning and
writhing in ecstasy.

   She pulled my blindfold off, and I looked at her gorgeous body, towering
over me.  She was smiling at me, and still humping my cock, which remained
hard inside of her despite my intense orgasm...  I shoved her down
backwards, and then buried my face between her legs, and started lapping my
own jizz from her cunt.  After a few minutes of that, I climbed back up on
top of her and plunged my dick into her wet, sloppy cunt.  This time I
fucked her good and hard, holding her down, sucking her tits as I pounded
by cock in and out of her quivering pussy.  We both came together, and I
buried my face between her breasts as I yelled out, my body and hers
violently shaking...

   I plopped down on the ground next to her, and looked around.  Everybody
had left but us.  We just lay there for a long time, relaxing and catching
our breath.  "That was the most intense experience of my life," I said, as
I got up and looked up and down her naked body.  I really felt like I had
just drowned in a river of cum, only to wake up in heaven unloading all my
pain into this beautiful woman.

   Jeannie smiled at me.  "I know baby, I know." I gently stroked her cunt,
feeling my juices as they seeped from her.  "But you've got to get home
before your mother..."

   My heart leapt.  I had no idea what time it was, so I jumped up. 
"Fuck!" I frantically looked around for a clock.  "Jeannie, I've got to get
cleaned up, fast!" I was panicking.

   "Calm down honey, you've still got a couple hours.  Come on, let's get
you inside and get you nice and clean for your mommy.  You've got to have a
nice hard-on for her tonight, so she doesn't suspect anything."

   "I don't think that will be a problem."