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Orgasm Club - Boy’s Clubhouse #1b
‘Grocery Boy’s Helping Hand’
by MadMack7
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(D/s, Mast, Exhib cons - F/m, Ff/m)
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Todd squirmed his young butt around on the car seat as Mrs. Westbrook deftly
steered the tan station wagon with one hand and softly fondled his sperm-filled
testicles with the other. He was still strapped into the middle seat of the
large station wagon, his hands bound fast to his sides. His erect cock was
bobbing around in plain sight. Todd only hoped the darkness concealed Angela
Westbrook’s kinky games from the passing cars.
The sixteen year old grocery boy was experiencing both heaven and hell at the
same time. On one hand, Todd was getting the handjob of his short life from a
gorgeous redhead in a short black miniskirt, but he wasn’t allowed to cum if he
wanted to have a chance of fucking her. He blinked rapidly and moaned lowly
when Mrs. Westbrook went back to softly sliding her warm palm up and down the
sensitive underside of his straining shaft. His glasses were fogged and his
head lolled limply from side to side as Angela continued to play his sensitive
penis like a pianist tickling the ivories.
The Westbrook residence wasn’t more than a fifteen minute drive away from
where they’d stopped over for gas, but it seemed like forever to Todd as they
cruised slowly down the suburban streets. It was bad enough when the car was
moving when Angela Westbrook would happily shuck his foreskin over his glans up
and down in a maddening rhythm, but the stop lights were pure torment. Then
Angela could bring both her talented hands into play for a few agonizing
seconds of pleasure and delight. Each stop light brought forth a new
technique. At the last red light she’d used a hand-over-hand technique where
one moist palm would pull the foreskin over his glans, release it, and then her
other hand would quickly repeat the same maddening motion, always pulling but
letting gravity skin the foreskin back down again. She had his slim hips
thrusting wildly with that little trick. He wondered dizzily when she’d run
out of new things to try.
“You’re certainly antsy tonight Todd.” Mrs. Westbrook teased with a wry smile.
“Why is that? You don’t need to go to the bathroom again, do you?” He
couldn’t hold back a gasp as she squeezed his shaft firmly. “It certainly
wouldn’t have anything to do with this, now would it?” she asked saucily,
flicking at his waving erection. “You wouldn’t be getting ready to cum Todd,
would you? Please don’t! I’d be so, so disappointed.”
‘Like hell she would’ Todd thought to himself. She’d returned to using the
same maddeningly slow rhythm of stroking that she’d used in the gas station
restroom to drive him absolutely insane. He bit his lower lip hard and
struggled to control the urge to buck his hips into her palm to speed up the
slow massage. He needed a distraction and fast. Looking at her slender thighs
exposed by her rucked up mini certainly wouldn’t do, nor would watching her
slim white fingers moving up and down on his rigid cock, so Todd looked out the
window hoping to see something to take his mind off the pleasure she was giving
him. He suspected she could bring him off at any time, but as long as she was
content to simply drive him to the edge and then back off, he still had a
chance she’d make a mistake and he’d make it through without cumming. And then
he be able to fuck the gorgeous redhead, a virgin no longer! So, as long as he
hadn’t cum yet, there was hope, however faint.
With the bolts of pleasure tearing straight from his tormented penis right to
his brain, it took Todd a minute to realize what he was seeing out the car
window. Mrs. Westbrook had just missed the turnoff onto her street and she was
driving on straight ahead like she never saw it.
“M..Mrs Westbrook!!” Todd stammered in a raspy voice, “You just missing the
turn!! That’s not ff..fair!” he wheezed. “I’ll never make it if you drive
around the block all night.” All thru his short speech, Angela had never
stopped the slow stroking of his bone-hard erection.
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that to you Todd.” she told him with a wicked grin. “I’ve
just got to run a small errand first, then we’ll go straight home....I
promise!”
“Errand?” Todd asked the redhead suspiciously.
“Of course, I’ve got to pick Amy up from soccer practice. You don’t think I’d
leave my youngest daughter sitting all alone in front of some dark gym, do you?
What kind of a mother do you think I am?” she remonstrated him. Todd might
have bought into her protests more if she hadn’t taken the opportunity to
punctuate her speech by squeezing firmly just below his swollen glans whenever
she wanted to emphasize a particular word.
Then it hit him. Mrs. Westbrook’s daughter was going to be in the car with
them! And here he was with his naked dick exposed and waving in the breeze
with his hands bound firmly to his sides. She couldn’t!! She wouldn’t!!
“But..what about your daughter Mrs. Westbrook? She’ll see everything.” he
begged with a pleading glance down at his rock-hard erection.
“Well we certainly couldn’t have that, now could we?” Mrs. Westbrook mused
thoughtfully. She was still toying with his erection, but it seemed to Todd
like it was more a matter of habit. Of course, since she was slowly spreading
precum which had leaked out of his cockhead around the hypersensitive ridge of
his glans, it was a habit that still made Todd see stars. After a few moments
of this, her face brightened as a light bulb came on. “I know!! We’ll just
cover you up with your windbreaker and she’ll never know the difference.” she
smiled at him triumphantly.
Todd felt his jaw gape open in sheer bewilderment. She was proposing to leave
him like this while her daughter rode in the car with them! “But she’ll see
us.” he protested unhappily.
“Nonsense!” Angela told him firmly. “She’ll be riding in the back seat the
whole way. All you’ve got to do is keep from moaning too loudly or unloading
that cannon of yours and you’ll be all set. Besides, look at it this way. The
hardest part of the trip is over. I won’t be able to give you my full
attention with Amy in the car. You’ve held out this far.” she stated, softly
clasping his erection which had shrunk just a little in shock. “Besides, you
did well enough when we talked to those coeds.” she teased Todd wickedly.
“This oughta be a snap. You may win this little game yet. Think about the
prize.” she told him in a husky voice.
Todd’s cock lurched upward in her cool palm, soaring to a straining seven
inches once again at her lewd promise, but she quickly released him and flipped
the turn signal to go into the junior high school where the soccer practice was
held. Angela deftly pulled Todd’s windbreaker over his erection at the same
time as she nosed the station wagon up the drive to where her young daughter
awaited.
************
The front of the school was well lit, yellow floodlights cast a pallid glow
over the entrance, as Mrs. Westbrook’s station wagon slowly eased up to the
curb. There were a number of young students milling around, awaiting rides
from their parents. Todd stared numbly out the window, searching the crowd for
Amy Westbrook. He had met the younger girl several times when he was hanging
around with Arnie. Amy had always struck Todd as a bit of a brat, but he
supposed all younger sisters must seem that way. Arnie had always appeared
nervous around his younger sister, which had always struck Todd as strange, but
Arnie was always a little strange anyway.
The crowd parted as a young redheaded pixie made a beeline straight towards
the station wagon. Amy Westbrook hadn’t changed much from the last time Todd
had seen her at the school library with Arnie. The thirteen year old redheaded
youngster had always seemed to Todd to be something of a cross between a
woodland sprite and a grubby tomboy. Today was no exception. Amy was dressed
in white nylon running shorts, high-top tennis shoes and knee-high athletic
socks with a baggy faded gray sweatshirt that concealed most of her slim upper
torso from view. Todd doubted she had much up there anyhow, she was only
thirteen after all, but there was certainly nothing wrong with her long coltish
legs. She’d look like her mother in another five years. Carrot red hair was
jammed under a baseball cap worn backwards. Amy’s skin was pale and covered
with freckles. Jade green eyes seemed to dance mischievously as she approached
the car. Amy smiled widely as she greeted her mother, flashing silver braces
that glinted in the harsh glare of the lights.
“It’s about time you got here Mom. I’ve been waiting around forever!!” Amy
whined at her mother who’d gotten out of the car and was helping Amy stuff her
book-bag into the back of the station wagon with the groceries.
“I’m sorry Amy, I took longer at the store than I thought it would.
Fortunately, young Todd here helped me out at the store.” Angela explained with
a nod in Todd direction, who wriggled uneasily on the car seat. “You remember
Todd, don’t you Amy...Arnie’s friend from school.” she supplied helpfully.
Todd craned his head to stare at Amy who almost seemed to be smirking at him.
“Todd coming home with us to visit Arnie.”
“Are you sure that a good idea Mom?” Amy questioned. “I’m not really sure
Arnie’s going to...be in any shape to have friends over, you know what I mean!”
Amy told her Mom significantly, although the meaning was lost on Todd.
“Nonsense, honey! I’m sure that Arnie will be simply delighted to see his
friend. Besides, they have so much in common, that it would be a real shame if
they didn’t get to spend time together.” Angela told her daughter.
“Ohhh..” Amy nodded knowingly. She seemed to understand what Angela Westbrook
was talking about, although Todd still didn’t have a clue.
Angela slid behind the wheel again as Amy climbed into the back seat. Mrs.
Westbrook winked conspiratorially at Todd as she gunned the station wagon’s
motor and slid the car into gear. Amy was chattering away in the backseat,
regaling her captive audience on how her day at school went, who was mad at who
and generally railing on about how unfair life was for thirteen year old girls.
Todd gritted his teeth. He knew what was coming...and he was right!! Right
in the middle of where Amy was described her soccer game in endless detail,
Todd felt Mrs. Westbrook’s right hand steal into his coat once again and begin
to gently move his foreskin up and down. Todd’s erection had subsided when
they picked Amy up, but it didn’t take more than a few sharp tugs to bring his
boyhood back into screaming hardness once more. Todd bit down harshly on his
lower lip to suppress a moan. Mrs. Westbrook’s cool fingers tightly encircled
his straining rod as she slowly stroked him up and down; his ultrasensitive
glans rubbing crazily against the nylon of his windbreaker by her motions.
This was even worse than with the girls at the gas station! At least there,
Mrs. Westbrook had provided some distractions during Todd’s worst moments. But
in the car, the rear view mirror seemed to be tilted such that Todd had a
perfect view of the happily babbling Amy; which meant that she in turn must
have a perfect view of his face!
Todd felt beads of sweat gather on his brow as he struggled mightily not to
react to Mrs. Westbrook’s talented fingers. She had freed his sticky cockhead
under the jacket and was wickedly tickling her blood red nails all over his
engorged glans, paying extra special attention to his gaping urethra. This
forced even more precum to leak out which Angela merrily spread around the
sensitive tip. She stopped just seconds before Todd thought that he had no
choice but to spurt uncontrollably all over her teasing fingers. Todd’s hips
settled back into the seat with a disappointed plop after a few aimless
thrusts, chasing fingers that were no longer there. His breathing was coming
in low rasps and he just hoped he wouldn’t be forced to make conversation for a
few minutes.
As Todd’s breathing started to slowly return to normal, he tried to comprehend
what Amy was rattling on about. His eyes grew wide behind his glasses when he
realized the little minx was actually trying to get her mother to stop off at
McDonalds on the way home. Todd head snapped about to stare in disbelief at
Mrs. Westbrook! She couldn’t have just agreed! He must have heard wrong.
There was no way he could get out of the car without his bound condition
becoming readily apparent to Amy!
“Oh don’t worry Todd, we won’t be long.” Mrs. Westbrook assured the bound
teen. “You don’t have to come in with us...unless you want to, of course.” she
teased wickedly.
“N..No, that’s okay Mrs. Westbrook!” Todd quickly assured her. He had a
nightmare vision of being led by his stiff prick into the McDonalds by Mrs.
Westbrook and being made to squirt all over the steel countertop while smiling
teenage fast-food workers looked on.
“It’s okay Mom, I can stay in the car and keep Todd company!” Amy chirped in
perkily. Todd felt his face flush cherry red. He definitely did not want to
be stuck alone in the car with his hands bound and prick exposed under his coat
with this under-aged hellion.
“Are you sure, honey?” Angela Westbrook asked her daughter.
“Yeah mom. Just get me a burger and shake. Make it vanilla. I’m sure Todd
and I will find something to rap about.” Amy replied.
“Mrs. Westbrook!!” Todd protested sharply, but she cut him off.
“Come on Todd, act your age!” she told him in a no nonsense tone of voice.
“It’ll do you good to spend some time talking to girls. I suspect you could
use the practice anyway. Just make sure that you don’t shock my young
daughter!” she warned the boy direfully, reinforcing her warning by darting her
hand under Todd’s coat and squeezing his prick harshly.
“Oh Mom, I’m thirteen now. Todd couldn’t tell me anything I don’t already
know.” Amy assured her mother with teenage superiority. But Todd knew just
what Mrs. Westbrook was talking about.
************
Right after Mrs. Westbrook had parked the car at the nearby fast-food
restaurant and exited in a gust of cold air to pick up the food, Amy horrified
Todd by getting out of the back seat and moving up into the front seat on the
passenger side to ‘talk some more’. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and
wondered bleakly how long it would take the precocious teen to spot his
predicament, and what Mrs. Westbrook would do to him for shocking her virgin
daughter. He hoped he’d retain the use of all his body parts, but he doubted
it.
He made what had to be inane conversation with Amy and tried to keep from
squirming around too much which would just make his bound predicament more
obvious. He barely paid attention to what he was talking about, but his eyes
went wide in shock and dismay when Amy darted her hand into his jacket pocket.
Todd almost jumped out of his skin when he felt tiny fingers clasp his exposed
prick in an inexperienced grip. He moaned in despair to himself and wished
heartily that his mother had just taken the time to fix his pockets. He looked
over to find the little minx grinning wickedly through her braces at him, green
eyes sparkling in delight from under her ballcap, as his overstimulated penis
began to respond to her inexpert groping and began to stand up once again.
“You look like you just swallowed a lemon!” the thirteen year old giggled
naughtily at him as she stroked his penis harshly up and down beneath his
jacket with her small fist. “I’ll bet I know what game you’re playing! You’re
not supposed to spurt off, are you?” she laughed. “Oh don’t give me that
owl-look Todd. Mom plays this game all the time! She just doesn’t know I know
all about it. Parents, huh?” Amy told him conspiratorially, tweaking his
cockhead between small fingers.
Todd fought against getting an erection for the little brat, but it was no
use; her mother had worked on him for too long. The very ineptness of Amy’s
stroking was different enough from Angela Westbrook’s practiced handjob to be a
turn-on in and of itself. His young cock was soon straining at the car roof
once more, leaking precum freely while Amy smirked at him and jerked him off in
an uneven rhythm.
“Mom’s still got a couple of people to go in line.” Amy pleasantly informed
the squirming boy. “I’ll bet you don’t last even through the next customer!”
she chortled while tightening her grip and speeding up her strokes even more.
“And boy is she gonna be pissed when she finds your sperm all over the car when
she gets back! The grocery boy and her virgin daughter.. I’ll bet she’ll she
tears these right off.” she threatened the sweating teenager, tugging at his
balls to leave no room for misunderstanding.
“P..PL..Pleease!” Todd stammered out. “C..cut me some slack, huh?”
“Nope, no slack at all.” the little witch informed him in triumph. “I love
jacking boys off and I’m gonna jerk you until that nasty white stuff is flying
all over the place. Mom won’t be coming back in time to save you!”
“Noooo!!” Todd shouted out in misery. He wished he could deny the little
monster, but he knew he wouldn’t last for more than another minute or two.
He’d been too close all night long and her soft little hand had his stony
erection in a vise grip and was stroking him off at a jackrabbit pace.
“Now the only question to be answered is whether Mom finds you doing the dirty
with her little girl or whether I help you hide the evidence.” Amy smiled at
him, running her pink tongue around her braces in what was obviously meant to
be an promising erotic gesture. Todd stared at her in blurry confusion, so she
clarified it for him. “Ok, here’s the deal. I’ll swallow your dirty ole cum
if you agree to get me off...three times!! When and where I say.” Amy
continued to try to persuade him; “If I swallow your cum, you should be able to
last to our house real easy, but that’s not related to our deal. I know better
than to put my trust on the staying power of teenage boys. I just like to get
off! So that’s the deal, either I swallow and you get me off later on when I
tell you to, or I’ll just let your dirty sperm splatter the windshield! If I
were you Todd, I’d make my choice quickly...I can feel your nuts tightening up.
You’re real close now.”
Todd knew she was right. He felt the sperm gathering in his tight sack in
preparation for the inevitable explosion to come. He was humping her little
hand uncontrollably now, sweat dripping freely from his forehead. He didn’t
want to have to get this little brat off, but she had him over a barrel. She’d
freed his prick from his jacket now and was aiming it at the dashboard in a not
so subtle warning. “Sw...swallow it.” he moaned feebly in both ecstasy and
defeat.
Amy grinned at him wickedly, but quickly bobbed her small head down and
gobbled up Todd’s swollen glans. From his bound position sitting straight up,
Todd couldn’t see what she was doing in detail, her ballcap screened his view
as she leaned over and swallowed his swollen cockhead. He couldn’t see, but he
could definitely feel! Amy’s braces scraped alarmingly against his
hypersensitive glans ridge, but her saliva felt boiling hot and a few quick
swirls of her tiny tongue over his sensitive cockhead was enough to trigger the
long-delayed orgasm. Spasms of sheer ecstasy rocketed up and down Todd’s spine
and his sperm flew out of his gaping urethra in milky bullets to coat the
inside of Amy’s mouth. One..two..three...four...five huge spurts emerged to
splatter hotly against the roof of Amy’s mouth, but the young girl gamely
swallowed it all. His hips subsided after what seemed like forever, his breath
coming in huge gulps as Todd fought to keep from screaming as Amy’s pink tongue
continued to torment his now unbearably tender glans.
“Eno..ugh!!” he told her in a loud shaky whisper. Amy gave his shaft one last
squeeze to make sure she had all of his cream, then her head came back up and
she smiled stickily at Todd.
“Not bad at all Todd!” she told him with a smirk. “I wonder how many calories
sperm has anyhow? Oh well, just remember you owe me three good cums. Now pull
yourself together, here comes Mom.”
“You’ve got...sperm on your braces!” Todd warned the youngster. “She’ll see
it!”
“Nah!, why do you think I had Mom get the shake anyhow?” she told the
bewildered boy with a wicked smile that was definitely older than her tender
years.
************
As the women ate their food, Todd just sat there and tried to recover. His
prick was still exposed under his jacket, but it was pretty limp as he relaxed
after his forbidden orgasm with Amy. He hoped Mrs. Westbrook wouldn’t get
suspicious when she wasn’t able to get him hard right away. He’d just blame it
on stage fright with Amy present. Still, even if he owed the brat a few cums,
he was pretty confident on being able to hold out until the Westbrook house now
that he’d cum so hard.
Amy was still sipping on her vanilla shake when Angela finished up with her
greasy burger and threw the crumpled wrapper into the brown sack. She glanced
over at Amy. “You’re leaking shake honey.” Angela chastised her daughter.
Todd glanced over at Amy, but to his horrified eyes, he could swear it was his
sperm that was leaking off her braces as she grinned back at him. Amy stuck
out her tongue at him and told her mother; “You know these darn braces make it
impossible to do anything neatly.” Amy held up her shake in emphasis. Mrs.
Westbrook just shook her head, and started up the car.
They’d only just turned out of the fast-food parking lot, when Mrs. Westbrook
asked her daughter to watch out through the side-view mirror because she
couldn’t see the blind spot with all three of them in the front seat. Todd
couldn’t believe she’d pick the erotic game back up with her daughter in the
front seat and that excuse seemed pretty feeble to him, but in just a moment,
he felt Mrs. Westbrook’s hand sneaking into his jacket once more to grasp his
limp member.
Todd saw her frown for a moment when a few quick strokes only succeeded in
bringing his organ to half-staff. She withdrew her hand for a moment and Todd
saw her rummaging around in the fast-food bag. When she returned to her taboo
game, he realized that Mrs. Westbrook had taken the opportunity to coat her
palm with burger grease. Even with his recent climax, her smooth palm still
felt awesome to Todd as it slid almost frictionlessly up and down his shaft.
With the grease acting as a lubricant, Angela soon had Todd cock standing up
proud and tall, although the urge to cum was still a long ways off.
Angela Westbrook tried all sorts of tricks to make Todd climax, teasing the
sensitive underside, tweaking his glans and circling his hard cock just
underneath his cockhead and twisting her grip back and forth in an unbearable
burn of pleasure. But his recent climax with Amy had taken the edge off Todd’s
desire. In any other circumstances, be would have been shooting off in seconds
under Mrs. Westbrook’s talented manipulations, and even now he could feel his
sperm gathering for a second climax, but the car had just turned up into the
cul-de-sac where the Westbrooks’ lived. He just knew he could grit it out for
the minute or so he had left.
Mrs. Westbrook withdrew her hand when the car rolled to a stop in the concrete
driveway, turning off the engine and throwing the keys at Amy. “Would you help
to unload the trunk honey?” she asked her daughter. “I’m going to help Todd
out of the car.”
If Amy thought it was strange that a sixteen year old boy needed help getting
out of a car, she didn’t say anything. She obediently traipsed around back,
flipped up the trunk and got out her bookbag, still sipping on her shake.
Angela took the opportunity to whisper to Todd. “I’m impressed young man!”
she exclaimed in a low voice. “I never you expected you to make it this far.
I was really trying to bring you off on the way home...and you still held off.
I think you’re going to do just fine. Now, all you’ve got to do is make it in
the door and you’re home free.” she promised lewdly, squeezing his prick hard
just below the glans sending a spasm of pleasure racing through him. She
unbuckled Todd and helped him slide his butt out of the car seat. His hands
were still bound fast to his sides with his belt and his jacket barely covered
his rampant erection, but he was able to stand up without exposing himself to
the world. Todd was breathing hard again in anticipation of fucking the
outrageous redhead, but he tried to calm himself down. He didn’t want to blow
it when he was this close to victory.
Fortunately, or perhaps not, for Todd, the porchlight was burnt out so it was
dark as Angela guided Todd up to the porch, still giving his throbbing erection
hell beneath his windbreaker. Todd walked unsteadily and cursed under his
breath. Mrs. Westbrook was jacking him off at a hummingbird pace, her greasy
palm sliding smoothly back and forth over his glans as she continued her
relentless stroking. Even with his earlier climax, he was going to have to
work to hold out. He thought of algebra and prime numbers as he slowly counted
off each step to the front porch.
Todd’s knees were trembling and his breath was now coming in intermittent
gasps. Todd wondered wildly just how Mrs. Westbrook could think her daughter
wouldn’t know something funny was going on, but he couldn’t summon up the
brainpower to think about it as Mrs. Westbrook pounded his erection like she
was kneading bread. The trio made it up the steps and Todd hazily saw Amy
insert the key in the front door. He had made it!! He’d won. Mrs. Westbrook
never let up on the pace of her frantic masturbation of the young boy, refusing
to give up until they’d actually crossed the threshold.
Just as the door gaped open, Todd suddenly felt an ice-cold sensation on his
tight scrotum. “Nooo!!” he gasped out, looking down to see Amy’s arm
protruding from his other jacket pocket. Amy was using her ice-cold hand, the
one that had been holding the vanilla shake, to grip Todd’s sack and roll his
balls around gently. The combination of sensations caused by Mrs. Westbrook’s
warm greasy palm racing up and down his shaft while her young daughter
tormented his nuts with icy fingers was just too much for the sixteen year old.
He was suddenly shooting long milky jets of cum all over the inside of his
jacket. Todd was almost in tears as he felt his knees go weak as the two women
continued to work him over to get every last drop.
Todd felt nothing but despair. He’d been so close, and he’d still lost. Now
he owed that little bitch three cums and he had no idea what kind of penalty
Mrs. Westbrook would extract from him for his lack of staying power. He
shuddered in both passion and fear as he wondered what fate this terrible
twosome had in store for him.
************
Find out the price Todd pays in a few months! Next - the long delayed second
chapter of Office Antics!!
MadMack7
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