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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Greatest Birthday Present Ever (F/M, Fdom, mast, size) By JackBro (Anonymous address) Debbie is thrilled when she discovers that her birthday present is a young man. She's even more thrilled when she discovers his "size". She takes him to her room and they play a game together. Told from two points of view: Debbie's and the young man's. * * * * It was finally my birthday, and I was really excited. Mother had said that she was going to reward me with something really special. She said it was for all the hard work that I did done over the past year. We had a bumper crop, and when we took it to the market we got a good price. Mother said she would give me a good present as my reward. It was my seventeenth birthday, and I was dying to find out what she was get- ting me and why it was taking her so long. Earlier that morning, she left to go get my present. She surprised me by getting up before dawn and hooking up the horses and wagon. She was ready to leave before I was even out of bed. "I need to get into town extra early this morning to buy something special," She had told me. I tried to find out what it was, but the only hint she gave me was that "it will give one of us great pleasure." I had a strong suspicion it was my birthday present. I tried not to let it show, but I was so excited inside that I forgot to ask how long she was going to be gone. I wondered what kind of "great pleasure" she meant. I was dying to know what it was. *** It was now dinnertime. She had been gone all day, and I was starting to get worried. I no longer cared about the present - well, maybe I shouldn't go that far! I still cared, but just not as much as before. The excitement was being slowly replaced with anguish. Mother was a strong woman who could get herself out of almost any trouble, but anything could have happened. I couldn't help but imagine a run away horse or a broken wagon wheel. I went back inside our quaint little house and asked Thomas, one of my Mother's three slaves, to start cook- ing dinner. I could see the other two slaves through the trees. They were coming in from the barn, and I knew they would be hungry. I just hoped Mother would be home in time to enjoy the meal with us. A few minutes later I heard something outside. It was the sound of horses and the squeak of wagon wheels. I could recognize that squeak anywhere. I knew it was Mother. "Happy Birthday Debbie," She greeted me as soon as I opened the door. "Hi Mother!" I welcomed her. "You were gone an awfully long time. I was starting to get worried." She laughed as she stepped down. "You know better than to worry about me. It just took a long time to buy my special purchase. I had to drive all the way over to Decatur." "Decatur!" I said in surprise. Decatur was three towns down the road and at least forty miles away. I immedi- ately grew curious as to why she had to go all the way to Decanter for her purchase. "Well, what did you get?" I asked curiously, thinking it was perhaps a fancy dress. I was anxious to know what it was. "It's in the back," She instructed me. I immediately ran around and saw a white canvass covering the bed of the wagon. There was a large bulge underneath it. I couldn't imagine what kind of present would take up the entire bed of a wagon. It was definitely more than a dress. "What is it?" I asked simply, becoming even more anxious with every passing second. "It's your birthday present," Mother finally admitted. "It's something that will give you much pleasure. You are sure to enjoy it for years to come." I looked more closely and thought I saw it move. Some- thing seemed to be moving under the canvass. "Well?" Mother asked patiently. "Are you going to unwrap your present or not?" I stepped forward, but it moved again. There was clearly something alive and very large under the canvass. It looked to be about the size of a large animal or even a person. I was afraid to look. "Well if you're not going to take I look, I will!" Mother said succinctly. She walked forward and took hold of the canvass. With one mighty tug, she pulled off the entire sheet. I looked but I couldn't believe it! Beneath the can- vass, laying on the dirty bed of the wagon, there was a naked man! His arms were tied to the front of the wagon and his legs were spread open to the two back corners. He was bound with ropes and forced to lay face up. I was able to see everything as a result of this! I could see his cock and his balls and everything! "Your very own sex slave," Mother presented him. "Now you can have a pleasure stick just like your Mother. You now have your very own cock to give you pleasure whenever you want it." "Oh Mother!" I hugged her but couldn't believe it. "This is wonderful! This is the best present you could ever give me!" He looked terrific. He was a young slave who looked to be about the same age as myself, probably between sixteen and eighteen years old. His face was handsome and his body looked slim and strong. Between his legs was a prick that looked fully intact and ready to abuse. He struggled with the ropes as I starred at him. It immediately got me aroused. "I hope you enjoy him," Mother patted me on the back. "I know you're a little young, but you've been a good girl and you always helped me out a great deal on the farm. Just remember to always keep him fit and healthy. Don't do anything that might hurt his organ, and you will get years of pleasure from him." "Thank you Mother," I hugged her again. "But how did you ever afford him? I thought you were going to put the extra money into savings?" "He is our savings," She answered. "I've been putting a little bit away every month and saving up so I could buy you a sex slave." "But he must have been expensive!" "A little expensive," She admitted. "But I got a good deal. I was going to buy you a used slave, but I heard the Military had an excess of prisoners. They had a special auction today and I got this one at a good price." I was in shock. I knew what her words meant, but couldn't believe it. "You mean this is an inexperienced slave?" I asked. "He might even be a virgin, for all I know." Mother shrugged her shoulders. I couldn't believe it! My heart was racing. I looked at his naked body and thought about all the things I could teach him and all the ways I could shock him. Images flooded into my mind about all the different games I could play with his cock. I thought about all the ways I could take advantage of his totem pole. I had always heard virgin sex slaves were a lot better than used models, but I never dreamed I would get to find out for myself. "I also think of him as an investment," Mother continued. "Instead of a pretty dress that is just going to wear out and fade after a short while, this inexperience young man will retain his value for a long time. If you ever fall on hard times, you could always sell him for cash or trade down to a lesser model." "I will never trade him!" I objected. "I want to keep him forever. I will remember you every time I fuck him." "That's a nice thought," Mother replied nonchalantly. "But it's still better to eat food than to eat a good cock. You may think a lot different if you ever fall on hard times." I looked at him again and starred at his naked body. I especially looked at the prick between his legs. I couldn't wait to take advantage of it. I couldn't wait to stick it between my legs. I'd never had a slave so I never had the opportunity to fuck a man before. I was desperate to know if it felt as good as the older girls said. "I can't wait to have him," I voiced my desire to Mother. She seemed to hold back a laugh. "I know you're anxious, but I suggest you be patient and first have a bite to eat. You're going to have a big night ahead of you and you'll need lots of energy. Why don't I have the two slaves take him to your bedroom and chain him against the wall? Later, when you're done eating, you can go in and molest him." "I guess so," I agreed reluctantly. "But I wish I could molest him right now! The way he's tied down makes him look so delicious." "I know," Mother said in a deep breath. I think she was turned on by his young body as much as me. "But you can wait. You waited sixteen years. You can wait an hour longer." I reluctantly agreed. We both turned and went inside. It was hard to take my eyes off his cock and I made sure I could see it until the last possibly instant. I desperately wanted to see it erect and squirting across the room. -- Him -- I patiently waited for someone to come to untie me from the back of the wagon. It had been a long trip from Decatur-almost four hours-and the last ten minutes were the worse. The constant pounding against my back was making me sore. She first let me sit up front with her. Although my feet and arms were still tied, the springs on the front seat offered a cushioned ride. She put me in back of the wagon only when we came close to our destination. First stripping me of all my clothing, she made me lay down and then tied my hands to the front of the wagon's bed and stretched my two ankles to the back two corners. I didn't know why she moved me to the bed of the wagon, at least not at the time. Now, of course, I knew. I realized it was to make my body more presentable to her daughter. She purposely spread my legs open so my cock was more exposed. I was unable to turn over or to cover myself up. I was anxious to be moved, but worried about where I was going. They discussed their plans right in front of me, so I knew I was going to her daughter's bedroom. I was worried about going from one unpleasant situation to another. I didn't know what the daughter would do to me. Both women seemed nice enough. I had heard horror stories about female slave masters torturing their sex slaves and making them eject at the end of whip. Neither the Mother nor Daughter seemed like that kind of woman. Both were certainly good looking. When I first met the mother backstage at the sex slave auction, I was impressed by her pretty face and well-proportioned figure. I especially noticed her chest because she had large boobs. They weren't enormous, but I could clearly see they were a very good size. She wore clothing that nicely display- ed her cleavage. I found myself becoming aroused just by looking at her, and I became disappointed when she told me I was actually buying me for her daughter. The daughter was equally pretty. I was worried she might be some ugly slut who's mother had to come to the sex slave auction of fear of frightening the other men, but I was pleasantly surprised. Her boobs looked smaller, but I liked the long, dark hair that comes down to the center of her back. It was the same as her Mother's. My main worry was her anxious attitude. I was especially worried about her comment to molest me while I was still on the wagon. I knew I was her first sex slave, and I thought I might even be her first fuck. I heard that many young girls experimented or swapped their male sex slaves with others, but I didn't know how much truth was in the stories. -- Her -- It was difficult to eat. I kept thinking of him, realizing I now had a sex slave of my very own. The image of his naked body tied to the bed of the wagon kept forming in my mind. I couldn't wait to finish eating and go back into my bedroom and molest him. I had never molested a man before, although I often heard my mother from the next room or from out in the barn. I used to like to put my ear up to the wall and try to listen. Most of the time there wasn't much noise, but on a few occasions I got to hear one of the male slaves pleading for her to stop or to finish him off. I also got to see it once. There was a girl at school by the name of Katie. She came from a rich family and her parents bought her a sex slave for her fifteen birthday-just after she began to blossom. She used to brag about him at school, telling us how much fun it was to molest him and how much pleasure she got when she fucked him. It used to make me angry, but a few weeks later she invited me over to watch. I swallowed my pride and agreed to go along. My curiosity was greater than my resentment. It was very arousing to watch. Katie never let me touch him, but she let me stand by the side of the bed while she played with his equipment. He was tied down naked by his arms and legs so he couldn't break free. He could do nothing to help himself as Katie took advantage of his poor, helpless cock. The experience was very stimulating for me - to say the least. I'll never forget his erect cock standing at atten- tion. She made it inflate to about double its regular size. I was so amazed at how much longer and wider it could become over a regular cock. Then, she stroked it in front of me. I remember the way it got wet and slimy. The more Katie stroked, the more wet and slimy it seemed to become. It was great. I also noticed that the slave resisted her. The more she stroked, the more he pleaded and fought against her - just like I heard my Mother's slaves plead with her. But in the end it didn't make any difference. "Watch this," Katie told me, and a second later she made him squirt. I'll never forget the sight of his ejaculation. I wanted to do the same thing with my new sex slave. I wanted to turn his penis into an erection and stroke it. I wanted to make it wet and slimy just like Katie made her slave's, and then I wanted to force it to squirt out its juices for me. It would be great. Afterwards, I wanted my sex slave to do other things for me too. After Katie's slave nicely squirted for her, she began to get angry with him. She said he was guilty of something called premature ejaculation, and therefore would have to be punished. I didn't stay for the rest, but as I walked out he was pleading and begging her not to punish him. I was curious about what a male sex slave got for premature ejaculation, but I was satisfied with his squirting erection. "Anxious?" Mother asked from across the table. "Of course," I answered, coming back to reality. "I can't wait to molest him." "Just don't hurt him," Mother warned. "I bought you a young, vibrant sex slave. He'll fetch a high price for years to come. Always keep his cock in good working order." "I know Mother!" I answered. "You already told me. I promise not to hurt his cock in any way - although in these next few weeks it might be a little sore." Mother laughed. "I suppose it will be. Men are only designed to be molested once every 72 hours - at least that's what they say. I suspect you'll be doing yours a little more often than that." I laughed back. "More like three times a day," I told her, not trying to exaggerating. "That's about what I figured," She agreed. "He's going to have one busy set of nuts." -- Him -- The two of them walked in. Both wore identical clothing, a little white panty around their waist. Other than that, they were bare. Neither wore anything above their waists. They were both topless. "It's so nice of you to let me watch," The Mother said. "It's the least I could do," The Daughter answered. "After all, you were the one who purchased him." I was in shock. It was like running into a brick wall. The last thing I expected was for the two of them to do me together. I tried to get away, but there were heavy metal chains around both my ankles and wrists. I could clearly see that I wasn't going anywhere. From across the room, the mother and daughter looked at me with hungry eyes. They both faced me head on. The absence of clothing around their chests made them look incredible. The mother was especially impressive. Her tits were even bigger than I thought. She had two large melons swelling out of her chest. They were uncommonly firm for their size and her age, and sagged down very little. At the tips were two massive nipples. Her entire body was bathed in a light tan except for the stark contrast of her red nipples. She obviously worked out and didn't have any wrinkles. She looked to be about the same age as her daughter. The daughter was even more beautiful. Her younger age gave her a sexier look. Her tits were definitely smaller. They were bigger than a hand but not big enough to form cleavage underneath. Her skin had a slightly smoother appearance and she wore a darker tan. I noticed neither woman had any tan lines, meaning they liked to sit out in the sun nude. -- Her -- "How were you planning to do him tonight?" Mother asked. I gave a sneaky little smile back. "Fuck his brains out," I told her jokingly. She returned a serious stair. "Now wait a minute Debbie! Remember what I told you before." "I remember Mother," I relieved her concern. "I was only joking." My sex slave was on the opposite side of the room. His naked body was tied to the far wall by both wrists and both ankles. His mouth was still gagged so he couldn't talk. He began to struggle and tried to break free as soon as we entered the room, but he couldn't. He was mine and there was nothing he could do about it. The mere sight of his vulnerability put me in heat. He looked so delicious standing there so helpless against the wall. "May I make a suggestion?" Mother asked. I was more than willing to accept. I head various bits and pieces of information about the best way to rape a man, mostly from Katie, but figured Mother would give me more valuable suggestions. "What do you have in mind?" I wanted to know. "I would suggest a little game," She offered. "I used to play it quite a lot with my first sex slave, and still play it once in a while with my older ones. It's an excellent game to play with young sex slaves because they tend to come too quickly. It draws out the game further so you can have a few more minutes of fun." I smiled at her, expressing my interest. "Hear that barking?" She asked me. It was Sam, our dog. He was outside barking and trying to get in. He always barked at night, wanting to get inside the house where it was warm. "Yes, I hear him," I said, thinking she was changing the subject and wanted me to let him in. I didn't know what she was getting at. "Now, see your slave's cock?" I looked across the room and starred at it. I was confused about what Sam's barking had to do with my slave's cock, but happily looked at it anyway. It seemed to already be growing and starting to become erect. "Oh yes!" I answered with intense interest, suddenly forgetting about Sam. "I can see it all right. It looks excellent." "Yes, it does," Mother agreed. "The way the game is played is for you to stroke on his cock each time Sam barks." I gasped. My sex slave moaned at the same time. I liked the game right away. It made me excited just talking about it. I felt it make my slave excited too. That was good, because it would help me get what I wanted; an erection. "Each time Sam barks," Mother explained. "You take a gentle stroke along the entire length of his totem pole, and then come back down again. At first you won't have much to work with, but after a while you will slowly make him hard. You continue stroking him each time Sam barks. It's best to start out slow-if you can manage it-but you might have to speed it up if Sam really starts to bark. You don't want to fall behind." "Of course not," I agreed. In the background, I could hear Sam barking. I think he was mad at something or was maybe chasing a squirrel around the yard. I pictured myself stroking my slave's shaft each time in turn Mother continued some more. "As with any game, there has to be an object to the game. You have to have a winner and a looser. He wins if he can hold out on you. You win, if you haven't guessed it already, when you push him over the edge. The object of the game for you is to force his cock to ejaculate." "You mean squirt?" I interrupted, remembering Katie's slave. "Yes, squirt, or erupt, or blow his load, or whatever you want to call it," Mother agreed. "Whatever term you want to use. The object of the game for him is to hold out, while the object of the game for you is to force his wiener to squirt out his juices." I was still looking at his cock. I had been starring at it for the last five minutes, or at least the entire time it took Mother to explained the rules. It still looked incredible. I pictured his Cock going through the game as she described it. First, It would become hard. Later, I would make it wet and slimy. Lastly, I would push it over the edge. I wondered how long the game would take. "That's about it," Mother concluded. "The rules are pretty simple if you want to play." "Interesting game," I said in reply, wondering what a wet and slimy Cock would feel like in my hand. "It sounds like fun, but you left out one thing. What's the time limit?" "Time limit?" She asked back. "I'm not sure what you mean?" "A time limit!" I said again. I thought it was obvious and didn't know why she was confused. "You know, there has to be an expiration clock. If I can't make his Cock squirt before time expires, then he wins." "Oh yes!" Mother finally understood. "You mean a time limit!" "Yes," I answered, finally getting through to her. Mother thought about it a long moment before answering. I didn't understand what was so complicated about the answer. "Actually," Mother answered slowly. "Actually, there is no clock." I was still confused. I still hadn't gotten through to her. "That's impossible," I concluded. "There has to be a clock. If there's no time limit, then there's no way he can win." As soon as I said it, I understood. It wasn't Mother who was confused, it was me! She smiled back at me, silently indicating we had merged onto the same road. "I think I'm going to like this game," I concluded as I looked down on his cock. Sam barked in the distance. "You better get started," Mother suggested. A agreed. I walked over to him and went down to my knees. His cock was suddenly much closer. I liked that. I wanted to get a close up view of it while I stroked. Sam again barked in the distance. "That's three already," Mother said. I reached out my hand and touched it. I thought about holding back and savoring the moment, but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to stroke on it too badly. I was desperate to have his cock. The slave let out a loud moan as I wrapped my fingers around. His member was definitely larger than what it was a few minutes before. Instead of hanging straight down and looking limp, it now hung down at an angle and seemed slightly wider. It was soft and delicate between my fingers. Sam barked a fourth time. "It's going to be so much fun to stroke on your Meat," I told him. I think those were the first words I addressed to him directly. A second later I let my hand travel up and then back down the length of his small pecker. I began stroking on his small cock. I stroked up the entire length of his soft rod, which wasn't very far. I pulled it straight out of his body as I did so. Then I pushed it in again and went back to the starting point. I suddenly realized that I had stroked my first shaft. "It feels great," I told Mother. "I think I'm going to really like him." I wondered how much Mother had paid for him, but then decided it didn't matter. No matter what the price, I was going to stroke his salami until it squirted for me. I started again and gave him a second stroke. I desperately wanted to make it squirt. I stroked on him a third time and then a fourth. It didn't take me long to catch up with Sam. When I was done, his member was sticking straight out of his body. It was definitely bigger than it was back on the wagon. I had always worried I might not do it right the first time, but the Slave clearly told me otherwise. I was successfully turning his limp cock into a hard erection. "Oh my God!" Mother said in surprise as I took my hand away and waited for Sam to bark some more. I wish I could have kept stroking it, but I wanted to obey the rules of the game. "What is it?" I asked Mother, wondering what she saw. She stood a few feet away, looking at him from the side. She seemed very surprised at something. "Do you see how long it is?" She asked back. "Oh my God!" She said with even more surprise. I turned my head to the side so I could get a better view. His shaft was a little big longer than a few seconds before, but not noticeably so. It looked about the same size as the cock on Katie's slave. "It must be an eight incher!" Mother said in amazement. "It seems I've gotten a much better deal than I realized." Sam barked again, this time three times in a row. That's more like it, I thought to myself. I quickly grabbed his cock and gave it three rapid strokes. Almost as soon as I finished, Sam barked some more. Again, he did it three times in a row, so again I could give the slave's shaft three quick strokes. I could hear both Mother and the slave moaning in the background. I didn't understand why mother sounded so excited. I could clearly feel that his cock was only about six inches long. Sam barked three times again. And then he barked even more. He seemed to be in a groove. He kept barking in groups of three. I made sure I stroked the pecker in front of me every time in sequence, not wanting to miss a single bark. I obediently obeyed the rules of the game. And as I stroked, I could clearly feel his pecker getting harder and harder. I was becoming very impressed and a little surprised. I didn't realize that a dick could become quite so hard. At first I noticed it only became longer. Later, I realized it was getting harder too. It was turning from a pillow into a rock. I briefly let go of his pole as Sam stopped barking, but then he started right back up again. I again had to grab the big pecker in front of me. "Oh my God!" Mother said during the brief pause. She seemed to really like it when I let go. I suppose it was because my hand covered up his cock when I stroked. As soon as I let go, she was able to see it's bare skin. She therefore became excited. At first Sam went just as before. He barked in two groups of three and I stroked up the length of his shaft each time, trying to stroke it slow just like mother had once told me. A minute later, however, Sam began barking like crazy. I think he must have found a squirrel or something on the front lawn. I found myself falling behind and had to catch up. Sam was barking like a rabid dog, and it was too fast to stroke slow. I had to stroke almost as fast as my hand would go. As soon as he started, Sam stopped again. He must have gave up on whatever he was chasing. At the same time, I let go and took a look at what I had been pumping on so quickly. His shaft stood straight out for a second, but then I saw it quickly moving up. It was the most incredible sight I had ever seen. I never knew a cock could become erect so fast. I never knew it could move fast enough for me to see it grow. I knew then that I had found an exceptional cock. -- Him -- I couldn't help but become hard. The sight of the two beautiful, topless women started the excitement. The description of the simple barking game increased it further. And the feeling of the Daughter's inexperienced hands stroking up and down the length of my shaft only added coals to the fire. I couldn't help but become hard. They didn't have to force me. I gave them a natural erection. "He stopped," The Daughter complained. "Sam stopped barking for me." "Oh my God!" The Mother said in reply. "That's the biggest pecker I have ever seen!" I was glad she was impressed, but also fearful. I knew my Cock was longer and a little wider than normal, and I was afraid it might tempt her to do something hurtful. "It looks terrific," The Daughter named Debbie agreed. "I think I've given my slave a full hard-on, and I want to feel it again." "So do I!" Her Mother agreed. "But what about Sam?" the Daughter asked again. "When do I get to keep stroking?" "In a minute," The Mother answered in a heavy breath. She seemed to be coming back to her senses, but not completely. "In a minute, but not now. That's the beauty of the game. You never know when it's going to continue, and therefore you don't know when it will end. The pumping is beyond your control. Sam may stay quite for the next ten minutes, or he could start barking at any time. You never know." "But I really want it!" Debbie protested. "I want to make it squirt." The Mother smiled. "I want you to make it squirt too. In fact, I wouldn't mind making it ejaculate myself, but just be patient. He will come." She smiled directly at me as she said it. I understood exactly what she meant-especially her last three words. Up until now, Debbie had been stroking on a dry cock. I could feel my pre-cum building up and knew it would leak out on the Dog's next bark. -- Her -- I waited for what seemed like an hour, but what was probably no more than three or four minutes. I desperately wanted to stroke on his hard-on some more. I could have, since he was, after all, completely helpless before me. But I listened to my Mother's words anyway. I obediently obeyed the rules of the game. I trusted in her judgment. "I think it's about a nine incher," Mother said, sounding impressed. I looked at it and was impressed too, but I think she was exaggerating. I really didn't care how long it was. This was my first Cock, and I was willing to settle for anything. "No," Mother instructed. "Look at it from the side." I decided to try it. I leaned over to the side. Almost immediately I realized it was big. His erection stood upright and pushed out of his body at an angle. It looked a lot bigger from the side, clearly a lot bigger than Katie's slave. Mother was right. It was about nine inches long. He was, as the girls in school liked to say, he was well equipped. "Do you know what this means?" Mother asked. "Yes!" I answered in a giggle. "It means I will have a lot of pleasure. He will be able to push a long ways inside when I have him fuck me." I thought I knew what Mother meant. "That too," Mother agreed with a deep breath. "But I was thinking along another line. Slaves with long peckers sell at much higher prices. They say every inch above 6 will double a man's price. They must not have known how big this one was before they sold him to me." "I guess so," I said, not really caring about the financial aspects of his cock. All I wanted was for Sam to begin barking again. I desperately wanted to see if his cock was any harder now then it was before. "And if they didn't know about his meat," Mother continued. "They never tried him out." I thought about it for a second, and then realized what she meant. "This is incredible!" Mother said in amazement. "I don't believe it, but I think you have a virgin slave. You have a nine inch virgin dick." Sam did it again. He let go with three rapid barks, and then with three more. I didn't do anything for a moment. Her words still echoed in my ears. For a brief moment, I thought it was my imagination. I thought I had only heard Sam barking in my mind, but then I realized it was real. I took hold of his hard shaft again. This time it felt even bigger than before. I don't know if it really was bigger, or if it just felt that way because I had been away for so long. In any case, I squeezed it tight. I noticed it was definitely a lot harder than before. Sam barked three more times. I was already behind my nine now. I quickly started up again. The first stroke bought wetness. The second bought even more. I immediately knew what it was, and I immediately wanted some more. My sex slave was producing pre-cum out of the hole in the tip of his cock. "Oh God!" I yelled out. "He's creaming for me!" I remembered back to Katie's sex slave and the way his cock glistened in its own wetness. I knew my sex slave would produce pre-cum too, but I didn't expect it so soon. I stroked three more times, and I felt him cumming even more. He had a lot of pre-cum. I didn't expect him to have so much jizz. "He's giving me head!" I cried out. "I didn't expect him so soon!" By the time the ninth stroke was over, I had his rod thoroughly coated in its own juices. I now knew what girls meant when they used the nickname "greased flagpole." It really did resemble a greased flagpole. -- Him -- Like the erection, I couldn't help but cream for her. I tried to hold out or at least not output so much jizz, but I couldn't help it. I had been together with other men for the past two months. It therefore had been a long time since I had any form of sex, even by my own hand. I had a lot of juice stored up inside me. When the young, inexperienced fingers of the Daughter touched me, I couldn't help but release it. "This is even better than I imagined," Debbie spoke to her Mother in amazement. "He just keeps giving me head. His Cock just keeps cumming and cumming all the time. I don't think it's ever going to stop." And I didn't stop. Neither did Sam and neither did Debbie. The dog kept barking and Debbie kept pumping. She kept pumping up the length of my erection. "This is incredible!" The Mother spoke out. "I think it really is a virgin cock. You are stroking on a raw, uncooked length of salami." "I think it is too," The Daughter agreed. "It feels like it's over-ripe. That's why it's so juicy inside." Their words made me excited. The older one compared my Cock to a piece of meat while the younger compared it to an over-ripe piece of fruit. I liked it. Debbie was rapidly bringing me closer and closer to an ejaculation. -- Her -- It was difficult to stop. His shaft felt a lot better when it was wet. It made me want to stroke him even more. But I stopped anyway. When Sam stopped barking, I stopped stroking too. I let go and admired it. "It's beautiful," I said. "It looks even better when it's wet and slimy." "Yes it is!" Mother agreed. "Sometimes a virgin needs a little extra help, but this one is giving good head." I stopped to think why it was wet and shiny. It was preparing itself for me, I realized. The Cock of my sex slave was lubricating itself so it would have an easier time entering me. I suddenly wanted to feel it between my legs. I desperately wanted to fuck myself with it. "Mother," I shyly said. "I know you told me to be patient, but I'm starting to feel things I've never felt before." I took my eyes off his shaft for a second and looked over to Mother. She looked even more aroused than I was. She was breathing heavy and looking directly at the Cock of my sex slave. I could tell that she felt the same way. "Mother?" I went on. "Yes," She answered in a whisper. I repeated myself. "I know you told me to be patient, but it's really making me excited. I want to do things to his cock that I've never wanted to do before." Mother still breathed in heavy breaths. "What do you want to do with it?" She asked, sounding as though she was in a dream. I hesitated before answering. I didn't know if I should come directly out and say it or not. I didn't want to disappoint her. "I have this incredible urge to be fucked," I decided to use the direct approach. "And I don't mean that as a joke like before. I really want to be fucked. I have this incredible urge to know what his big salami will feel like inside me." Mother let out a moan. "So do I," She agreed. "I've seen big Cocks before but have never been fucked by one. He would feel great inside me." I felt relieved that I wasn't alone, but also a little worried about Mother's answer. I know it was her money that purchased him, but his Cock was still my present. I wasn't about to give him up. Just then, Sam barked. He barked five times in a row. I quickly reached up and grabbed his wet erection. I pumped his Cock again and immediately felt even more cum than before. At first I thought it was just my imagination, but then I noticed it flowing out of the tip. His Cock really was cumming like crazy. Sam barked a few more times, so I continued stroking. I could hear that Sam was closer now because he was barking louder. It sounded like he was just outside the front door. Then I realized why he was barking. Sam wanted to come in. He always wanted to come in after dinner. The longer we waited, the more he barked. The idea intrigued me. Mother was more sneaky than I thought. Sam would bark more and more as the evening went on. Eventually, he would bark one too many times. In the end, I would win. -- Him -- Her words worried me. I realized I was making her horny. I wondered what she meant when she said she wanted to do things to my cock that she never wanted to do before. It sounded as though she was capable of thinking up all sorts of things. -- Her -- Sam barked for a good five minutes. Most of the time I was able to simply keep stroking on his Cock again and again. I only had to stop three times, and Sam only made me wait for a few seconds. It was great. The whole time, I kept getting strange feelings in my body. I kept wanting to do things to his cock that I never wanted to do before. The greatest urge was to insert it between my legs. I fantasized myself taking off my panties and spreading my legs open in front of him. Then I would take his long and hard Cock and force it into my pussy. I imagined my pussy stroking it instead of my hands. I also had an urge to taste it. I felt myself wanting to bend over and lick it. I wanted to know what pre-cum tasted like. After that, I wanted to take his Cock and put it in my mouth. Katie had called it a blow job. She said she like to take her slave's cock into her mouth and suck on it. She said she could suck the juices right out. I wanted to see if I could suck out his cum too. I felt this incredible urge to stroke on his hard-on with my lips. I couldn't believe the thoughts going through my mind. A year before I would have thought them disgusting, but now I found them arousing. I think I was beginning to understand why men were born as sex slaves. Sam stopped and so did I. I didn't want to, but I obeyed the rules of the game anyway. I took my hand off his Hard-On and admired it. "This is much better than I expected," I told Mother. "It's much better than I expected too," She answered. I noticed she was admiring it too. I remembered what she said about fucking him a few minutes before. "I'll let you use him too," I offer cautiously. "But not tonight and not for the next week or two. Maybe after a few days I could maybe loan him to you." I took my eyes off his Cock and carefully looked at her face as I said it. I wanted to know her reaction. "That would be incredible," She said in a long breath. "I've never had such a high caliber Cock before." "But not tonight," I emphasized again. "And not for about a week to two either. His Cock is going to be sore enough just from me. I don't want you to damage my property." "Of course!" Mother answered, seeming to come out of her trance. "He's your sex slave and his Cock is yours to use and abuse however you want. I would never touch him without your permission." I was glad. I realized my worries were for nothing. "But if you're willing," She continued. "I would really like him to give me a body massage. I bet a man with such a high caliber Cock really gives good body massages." I thought about it and agreed. I brought my hands up to my tits and fantasized they were the hands of my slave instead. "Yes!" I agreed. "That would be great." I noticed him looking at me as I felt my own tits. I wondered if he wanted to feel them as much as I wanted him to. I looked at the Mother and pictured myself massaging her. I knew exactly what she meant when she said a full body massage. I fantasized myself starting with her back and shoulders, and then moving down to her ass. I fantasized what her buns would feel like in my hands. But I wouldn't stay on her ass for long. Quickly, I would proceed to her front and massage the rest of her gorgeous body. I wondered what it would feel like to have her two large melons in my hands. They looked big enough to carry a gallon of milk each. I desperately wanted to feel them between my fingers. I wanted to breast feed on her boobs. Then I saw the daughter. I watched as she bought up her hands and placed them on her own melons. Her tits were only one-third the size of her mothers, but her hands made them look even sexier. She too knew what her Mother was talking about too. -- Him -- The dog kept barking and she kept stroking. I knew I couldn't take it much longer. My cock was almost dripping in its own juices. I could hear my own pre-cum oozing and squeezing between her fingers. I surprised even myself. I think it was because I hadn't done it for so long. I had spent so many weeks in captivity. I had accumulated, and when Debbie stroked my cock it simply let go. I think I was completely cummed out. It seemed like the dog was barking more and more as time went by. Every five minutes it let out a spasm, and each time they seemed to last longer. It was hard to tell, however, because I was so horny. The dog could have slowed down and I may have never noticed. The last spasm of barks was the worse. I think my cock had gone slightly limp during the wait and Debbie's first few strokes were not on a full hard-on. That quickly changed, however, and after about five strokes my cock was back to its more normal erected status. She then must have pumped it at least thirty more times. She had almost won the game. I felt myself going over the edge towards the end, but then suddenly the dog stopped. I think another dozen-or-so would have done it. I was thankful that the dog finally stopped. The problem, however, was that it wasn't over. In a few minutes or maybe in only a few more seconds, the dog was going to start up again. So would Debbie's pumping action. And worse of all, there was nothing I could do about it. I didn't think I could hold out for one more series of barks. "I think you almost had him," The Mother said. "I think you almost won!" Debbie smiled at me. "I could feel it too," She looked up into my eyes. "His meat was extra hard there right at the end." -- Her -- My sex slave was great. His cock was incredibly wet and his shaft was extremely well lubricated. It had so much pre-cum it was starting to drip off. I distinctly noticed three drops fall to the floor. I didn't like the dripping at first because the three drops of cum were drops I otherwise could have used. I then thought it exciting knowing how much pre-cum his cock held. I think Mother was right. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or not, but I think his Meat really did feel a little extra hard at the end. I'm not sure what a cock is suppose to feel like before it squirts-since I had never stroked one off before-but it seemed to push upward with more stiffness at the end. I think I really did almost win. I wanted Sam to start barking some more so I could finish him off. I really wanted to win the game. In fact, the more I pumped him, the more I wanted to win. I wanted to make his Meat squirt for me-or ejaculate as Mother called it. I kept fantasizing it squirting for me as I looked at it from only a few inches away. I fantasized about it doing other things for me too. In the next few weeks I would play all sorts of games with his cock. Mother said her slaves take 72 hours to reload, but I was going to make sure this one did not. I would try to make his cock ejaculate for me as often as possible. I figured I could do him once after every meal. I already knew what I wanted for breakfast. His shaft looked just about the right size to fit between my lips. I desperately wanted to know what it tasted like. I would start my stroking it with my lips. I imagined myself taking his long pecker in and out of my mouth, using my lips to essentially substitute for my hand. Later, I would try sucking on it. I imagined myself taking a deep breath and then sucking on it with all my might. I wondered if I might even be able to make it squirt into my mouth. It seemed logical. If my lips substituted for my fingers, then I could make his pecker squirt for me in the same way. I could make him squirt directly into my mouth. But for now, I didn't want to. I first wanted to see it squirt, and I wouldn't be able to see it if it was in my mouth. -- Him -- The dog started barking some more. This time she didn't hesitate. Debbie immediately grabbed my cock and started pumping on me. I knew I didn't have much longer to go. -- Her -- He again gave me head. I noticed every time I started up again after a pause, he always gave me head. A few more drops fell to the floor. I loved it. "There he goes again," Mother said from above me. "I guess he's still not cummed out." I agreed. I had never heard the term, `cummed out,' but felt it was fitting. I wanted to cum him out before I finished with him. Sam started out with four groups of barks. I could tell he was getting angry with us for leaving him outside. He wanted to come back in. This time, my slave's Meat did not start out limp. It began as a full hard-on. I figured a full hard-on was a good sign because it meant he was getting closer, but at the same time I was disappointed. I had kind-of enjoyed it the last time when it elongated in my hand. -- Him -- I felt myself getting closer. I tried to fight the straps around my ankles and wrists in an attempt to break free. I tried to wiggle myself to get loose. But Debbie had me. Her hand encompassed my shaft no matter what I did. The dog barked again and again. I was incredibly horny, and my Cock was as hard as it could get. In a way I wanted Sam to continue, but in another way I wanted him to stop. The knowledge that I was about to ejaculate for a virgin made me excited, but the fact that I had no other choice wanted her to stop. I enjoyed the sex, but didn't like the fact I was being sexually molested against my will. -- Her -- Sam was barking a lot. My original suspicions were correct. The longer I left him outside, the more he barked. And the more he barked, the more I could stroke the cock in front of me. It was fun. I knew he was getting closer, but I didn't know by how much. Katie had only stroked on her sex slave for about ten minutes before he squirted. I know I had stroked on mine much longer than that. I figured about a half-hour. The only difference was that I did not stroke continuously. I kept pausing as Sam stopped barking. Mother said the pauses would make his cock last longer, but I didn't know by how much. -- Him -- I was getting worried. The dog simply kept on barking again and again. I wondered if he was ever going to stop. I even lost track of how many times he barked. I looked to the side and saw the Mother. I couldn't see the Daughter's body because she was kneeling just in front of me, but I could see the Mother just fine. She was still topless. Her big melons still swelled out of her chest. The moment after I saw them, I knew it was a mistake. Her boobs were too much for me. Her tits were too sexy. They quickly sent spasms through my body as I looked. She seemed to know it. The Mother looked back at me and smiled. She liked the sight of my helpless cock, and seemed to enjoy using her tits to make me excited. The Dog began barking once again. This time, I knew I couldn't hold out. It wasn't a suspicion like last time. This time I knew for certain. Debbie began stroking. The lapse in barking had not been long enough to soften me at all. My boner was still rock hard. -- Her -- Suddenly, he did it. His cock was rock hard and I felt a small movement on its underside. A second later it squirted. A great big glob of white cream came shooting out of the tip. I quickly took my hand away and watched. The first squirt came while I was still stroking. It was great. The second was even better because I could watch the whole thing. First, his cock throbbed. His meat moved and throbbed between his legs. It was as though spasms were traveling down its length. At the same time, I heard him moan. At first I thought it was Mother, but then I realized it was the slave himself. It sounded like he was trying to hold back. He didn't want to squirt, but there was nothing he could do to stop himself. I was in control of his cock. A second later it happened. A second glob of sperm came squirting out. It shot out of the hole in the tip of his cock. It was great. I watched the whole thing. A few seconds later, it squirted a third time. His meat throbbed again and ejaculated once more. The third squirt, however, wasn't much. I could tell he was running out of juice. His white sperm just barely made it out of his cock-hole, and then fell back down along the length of his shaft. But I didn't mind. All three looked great, although the second one was the best because I could watch his entire shaft vibrate. It was then when I noticed something wet on my chest. I looked down to see the reason why. The white spunk that came out of his cock had landed on my boob. I could see a big chunk of his sperm sitting near my nipple. A second one was in my cleavage. I figured the bigger chunk was his first squirt and the smaller one was the second. Seeing his sperm on my chest made me excited. I was surprised I hadn't felt it hit. I suppose I was too entranced by his ejaculating cock to notice it. Then I became even more excited. I looked down and saw the first, bigger glob of sperm moving. It was slowly flowing down my boob. It was headed for the floor, but blocking its path was my nipple. I closed my eyes and held my breath as it flowed across. The warm wetness of his sperm against my nipples felt great. I wanted to feel some more. I realized I was already thinking about the next time, and it had had only been a few seconds after the first. Indeed, his shaft was going to be quite sore by the time I finished with it. He was my greatest birthday present ever... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do your part to make our world a little safer. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 11