:) almost TGIF just one more day….

But who says we can’t start to play?

Hummmm….. I going to collect Cubes from Rob http://robandjill.com/rob_and_jill_cumcubes.html However I am undecided how I will use them. Any suggestions? oxoxox ~Jill

Single Bead of Cum.

Here’s is one of my favorite videos I hope it’s becomes one of yours. http://www.robandjill.com/rob_and_jill_slow_drain.html

I decided without Rob knowing in advance that I would again test his ability to control his orgasm. Not only was he successful… But I allowed him a full orgasm at the end!!!

oxoxox ~Jill

Halloween

Halloween treats I was feeling very sweet this morning when I allowed hubby to explode his load Happy Halloween

sending you little throb :) ~Jill

Hi Good afternoon smiles to all, hope you having an amazing day. if not maybe I can make it amazing xoxoxo Just a quick little tease I’m sending your way. I’d love for you to feel that little throb I hope this will do it http://www.robandjill.com/rob_and_jill_PHOTOs.html

xoxoxo ~Jill

let me know of you sucess or failure.

Good Saturday afternoon, I hope you are enjoying your weekend. I am. I wanted to send you one of my favorite teases and to just how loyal you are and… see how far your willing to go please me.
http://robandjill.com/tease.html follow the instructions on this page and let me know of you sucess or failure. xoxox ~JIll

Post Orgasm Torture

I had to reward you with a amazing orgasm but…. it cums at a cost

One of a kind video

one of a kind video, Here’s a little clue Rob is on a swing and he c_ms more then once, you have to check you won’t be disappointed Click it you won’t regret

“Steven is home alone”

The Neighbor Chapter One “Steven is home alone, Dara,” Marilyn said as her roommate came into the house at 545 PM on Thursday. “I saw his parents leave about twenty minutes ago in evening clothes.” “Mm,” Dara responded. “Steven is such a hunk.” The two beautiful Afro-American women lived together in a comfortable two-story house on 64th Lane in a quiet part of Glendale, Queens in New York City. Dara Skinner was a glamorous 34 year old woman with shoulder length black hair who was nurse at Elmhurst Hospital. She worked in the postoperative section. Her white uniform showed off her 5′ 7″, 130#, 36-25-36 body to perfection. She moved with a grace and fluidity that belied her above average size. Marilyn Dowden was a beautiful 36 year old woman with curly, shoulder length brown hair who worked in the Queens County Civil Court Clerk’s office. She was 5′ 5″ and 118# and boasted an enticing 36-26-34 figure. While both women were used to having both Afro-American and white men admire their figures and indeed enjoyed it, they enjoyed watching and teasing white men. They first noticed 17 year old Steven Parker when he moved into the house next door about four months ago with his mother and father. They tried to talk with him but he seemed to be very shy around the two black women. He was a white hunk at 5′9″ and 175 pounds but he just did not seem much interested in the two black women. Dara and Marilyn were now sitting at their kitchen table drinking Diet Cokes. “I would love to get into his pants,” Marilyn said. “So would I,” Dara said. “But all we can do is just dream about him. Unless we take matters into our own hands.” “But how?” Marilyn asked. Dara paused before answering. “I don’t think it would do any good asking him over for dinner again,” Dara said. “He is always avoiding us. He is either not interested in black women or he is painfully shy.” “Or he’s gay,” Marilyn smiled. “What ever,” Dara responded. “But I think we should take matters into our own hands. We could lure Steven into the house on some pretext. Then we can overpower him and take off some of his clothes so he can’t escape.” “That just sounds too easy, Dara,” Marilyn said. “How could we ever do we do it? He’s bigger than either one of us and we could really get hurt trying something like that.” “You know, Marilyn, I think if we work together we can handle him,” Dara said. “I know that I am pretty strong and can give most men a good tussle and if need be I can be murder on a man in the clinches. Moreover, I know that you are stronger then you look, Marilyn. Besides you know a little about handling a man yourself. Remember that guy in the train? He is probably still hurting from that knee you rammed into his belly.” “I don’t know, Dara,” Marilyn said slowly. “I really don’t think we can take Steven on even together.” “Well,” Dara said with a smile. “Let’s use a little strategy and some feminine weapons. I have been thinking about a plan for a few weeks now. First we have to lure Steven into the house here. We would have to make it seem like there is only one of us at home at the time. He would probably be to shy and uneasy with both of us at home. I will dress real ladylike and go over to his house and lure him over here. Once I get him into the house I will turn on my feminine charm and get him into a necking session. I will start loosening Steven’s clothes until he discovers what I am up to. Then when I call out to you for help. You come out from where you are hiding and we will overpower him and take off his clothes. That should slow him down.” After listening to Dara’s plan Marilyn still had some doubts. “Come on, Marilyn, let’s do it,” Dara said. “Steven’s a stud. You know you are itching to get your hands on him. I know I am. It will be fun.” Marilyn finally agreed and went into the bedroom to hide while Dara left the house and walked across the lawn. She rang Steven’s front door bell and after a moment or he opened his front door. “Hi, Steven,” Dara said breezily. Dara sized Steven up. He was a light haired 17-year-old young man. Steven smiled at her in a shy way. Dara knew then and there that she and Marilyn just had to have him. “Hi,” Steven said slowly. “Could I borrow muscles for a few minutes?” Dara asked quickly with a dazzling smile. “I need to move a couch and I can’t do it by myself.” “Uh, well——-” Steven started. “Ah, it will only take a minute,” Dara coaxed. “Please, Steven.” “OK,” Steven said. “If you are really in need of help.” Steven followed Dara into her house and in a few minutes he had the couch where she wanted it. “Why, thank you very much, Steven,” Dara said. “It was very kind of you. Now perhaps I can repay you with a kiss.” Dara moved close to Steven as he stood before the couch. Steven backed up a step but before Steven could say anything she put her arms around him and gave him a long, vigorous kiss. Her hands roamed over his body and she ascertained that he was not particularly muscular. Just average. Dara ended the kiss and grasped Steven’s shoulders. “Mm, that was delicious,” Dara smiled.” Shall we try some more?” Without waiting for a reply Dara embraced Steven again, only this time she leaned her full weight against him, her breasts pressing into his chest and made him stumble backwards onto the couch, her body atop his. Steven was thoroughly taken back by Dara’s aggressiveness. He had never been in such a position before. Never had such a beautiful woman thrown herself at him with such abandon and he wondered what had possessed her. Steven had little time to think about the reasons for Dara was forcing his attention elsewhere. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth and was exploring inside his mouth while her hands were roaming all over his body again. Dara could feel Steven’s initial stiffness and uncertainty start to melt under her expert ministrations. He apparently was beginning to enjoy it. His arms went about her and he tentatively began to explore her body. She smiled thinking about how short his pleasure would be. As soon as Dara felt that Steven’s hands were busy on her and that his attention was fixed thoroughly on the pleasure of the moment she started to go to work. She kept her left arm around him while she sneaked her right hand down to his waist to undo the clasp on his trousers and ease his zipper open. Now Dara had the more difficult task of working Steven’s trousers down over his hips. To accomplish this she began to move and toss about, ostensibly to add variety to the necking. This made Steven move too and every time he raised a hip Dara gave a slight tug on that side of his trousers. However, by the time that Dara had Steven’s trousers pulled halfway down his thighs he figured out what she was up to. “Hey,” Steven yelled pushing Dara off of him. “What are you doing?” Dara knew her curves no longer were effective but she was feeling confident and she grabbed at Steven’s trousers. “Just a little kidnapping, Steven,” Dara said smiling. “We’re going to show you how good black women are. Come on, Marilyn, let’s get him.” Horrified Steven struck out angrily at Dara and clipped her on the chin, tumbling her off of the couch and onto the floor. The blow hurt Dara and she knew that Steven would not hesitate to hit either her or Marilyn, hard, to prevent his capture. “Quick, Marilyn,” Dara cried. Steven hurriedly rose to his feet, pulled up his trousers and fastened the clasp. The Neighbor Chapter 2 Marilyn rushed out of the bedroom where see had been hiding and jumped Steven from behind. “Gotcha,” Marilyn said. Marilyn threw her chocolate colored left arm around Steven’s neck, cutting off his air supply and grabbed his hair painfully with her right hand. Steven started throwing elbows violently. “Ahhh—-,” Marilyn cried out. Marilyn released Steven as one of his elbows caught Marilyn in the pit of her stomach and she sagged to the floor. Steven started to move quickly towards the door. However, Dara, still on her back, stuck out her beautiful, ebony right leg and tripped him, sending Steven sprawling to the floor on his stomach. “Shit,” Steven cried out. Both Steven and Dara scrambled to their feet and raced towards the door. Steven reached the door first but as he turned the doorknob Dara stopped him by grabbing the top of his trousers in the middle of his back with both hands. “Whoa, sugar,” Dara said. “You’re not going to get away now.” To Steven’s amazement he could not pull Dara after him. He could not believe that this lovely black creature was strong enough to hold him. Steven was further amazed when Dara planted her lovely ebony right foot against the side of the doorframe and began straightening her lovely black leg. He was pulled away from the door and he heard the clasp of his trousers break from the tension. He reached down to redo it and Dara took advantage of this to reach down and grab both of his cuffs. She jerked up and his feet flew out from under him. Steven tumbled to the floor, rolling onto his back before he could stop his momentum. Dara crouched over Steven like a black panther and noticed that her last tug pulled his trousers down halfway on his thighs. With a gleam in her eyes, Dara slammed a red high heel to the floor in the space between Steven’s crotch and the top of his trousers. Dara then knelt down to place one well-rounded black knee on his belly as she tried to wiggle her leg through the opening between his thighs so that he could not pull his trousers up. Steven tried to rise but Dara caught his chin with the heel of her hand and jolted his head back. “Stay down,” Dara ordered. Steven was knocked flat on his back and his head rang as it struck the floor hard. This took the fight out of Steven for a few seconds and a look of panic spread across his face as he now realized that he was going to lose the battle. He knew that this lovely, exotic, black creature atop him, who had admired him and watched him secretly for weeks now, was determined not to let him get away. Dara was a strong, efficient and deadly foe. Steven grabbed at Dara but she merely flung his arms away. “Is that the best you can do?” Dara teased. Dara was now smiling at Steven’s frustrations as she continued to wiggle her leg over the top of his trousers until her knee rested firmly on the floor. Dara shifted her position so that she sat with her full weight bearing down on Steven’s hips and thighs. “Now, my fine young white stud,” Dara laughed. “We have you where we want you. Let’s just see how much fight you have without your pants.” “Let me go,” Steven demanded. Steven tried to toss this devilish black creature off, but Dara was so firmly seated that he could hardly budge her. “Make me,” Dara giggled. Dara pinched and tickled Steven until he gave up and ceased struggling for the moment. By now Marilyn had regained her breath and was eager to rejoin the battle and get even with Steven for the elbow to her stomach that he gave her. Marilyn now stood over Steven’s head and looked own at him. “You look cute on your back like that,” Marilyn said with a smile. “Good girl, Marilyn, back to the battle,” Dara said with a smile. “I’ve got him under control down here. You sit on him up there and I’ll remove his pants.” “Only glad to,” Marilyn said. Looking up Steven saw Marilyn smiling down at him. Marilyn was not as big as the black vixen pining his hips but she seemed just as determined. “I have just the way to do it, Dara,” Marilyn said. “I’ll give him a bird’s eye view of my panties.” Marilyn hitched up her blue skirt and with a rustle of silk and nylon began to sit down on Steven’s face. “No,” Steven yelled. “Don’t.” “Yes,” Marilyn responded with a giggle. Steven raised his hands to ward her off. “That won’t stop me,” Marilyn laughed. Marilyn grabbed Steven’s hands and sat hard on his face cutting off his protests were cut off and blocking his vision as he was squashed by a pair of pink silk panties and surrounded by a jungle of nylons, skirts and negligee. He could hardly move or breathe. Marilyn added to his discomfort by bouncing up and down a few times. “Beautiful, beautiful,” laughed Dara. “How appropriate.” Steven could feel Dara shift her position and start to remove his trousers. He bucked desperately but got nowhere. Nearly 250 pounds of shapely but surprisingly strong black womanhood was seated strategically atop him and he did not have a chance. Marilyn, who was sitting on Steven’s head, was only average size but she knew how to pinch, claw and pull at his hands and fingers so that he could not get a good hold of her. Moreover, every place that Steven did grab seemed to be covered by slippery nylon or fragile feminine undergarments that frustrated him further. Dara, who was sitting on Steven’s hips, knew exactly how to use her weight to prevent him from kicking. “Big white boy,” Dara laughed. “Taken by two little black women.” “Steven’s just like all white boys,” Marilyn teased. “He’s just a mommy’s boy.” “He’s our little boy now,” Dara teased. “The white mama’s boys,” Marilyn laughed. “Now has two black mommies to please.” Dara’s and Marilyn’s teasing angered Steven. He wished he could do something, but he was as helpless as a baby. Neither Dara nor Marilyn looked as strong as they turned out to be and it seemed like they had muscles they had saved just for him. Damn both these black bitches, Steven thought. Dara, the exotic one for being so irresistible and luring him into their house on the pretense to move a couch. Then being so strong and efficient in battling him. And Marilyn for knowing how well she could hold him down by sitting on his head. The Neighbor Chapter 3 Dara had left leg pressing into Steven’s stomach and her right nyloned leg pressing into his upper right thigh. Her right knee was touching the floor between his legs, her right thigh was just barely touching his undershorts and balls. Dara worked Steven’s trousers to his ankles where his shoes blocked the final removal of his trousers. “Let’s get these shoes and socks off,” Dara said matter of factly. “They are only getting in the way.” Steven started to buck and raised his arms up. Marilyn grasped his wrists and held them tightly as Dara removed Steven’s shoes and socks. “There,” Dara said happily. “That’s better.” Dara then finished pulling off his trousers and straddling his knees she held Steven’s trousers aloft triumphantly. “To the victors belongs the spoils,” Dara shouted gleefully. “Three cheers for us,” Marilyn added. “Let’s get his shirt and undershirt off,” Dara said. “Let’s,” Marilyn agreed with a giggle. Dara and Marilyn then teamed up and removed Steven’s shirt and undershirt. Steven was now only wearing his boxer shorts. Steven felt Dara grasp the top of them. “Shall we remove these too?” Dara asked with a gleeful wink. “Let’s let Steven keep them awhile,” Marilyn said slyly. “Maybe later we will find it necessary to take them off.” Marilyn then rose from her seat on Steven’s head. “Uh hah,” Steven sighed in relief. Dara quickly ended Steven’s relief as she moved up to straddle Steven’s chest, her nylon encased thighs pressing tightly against his biceps, holding his arms to his side and the fingers of her right hand interlaced the fingers of his left hand, pressing the back of his left hand against her right ankle. She had a smile on her face as Marilyn gathered up his clothes. “You won’t be needing these,” Marilyn said brightly. Marilyn left the room with Steven’s clothes. “Now, Steven,” Dara said sweetly. “Do you know why you are here?” Steven did not reply and after several seconds Dara reached back with her left hand and grabbed his shorts. “Talk, Steven,” Dara demanded. “I don’t know,” Steven stuttered. “It’s because you are such an attractive white guy,” Dara smiled down at him. “You know we have been watching you for a few weeks. We wanted to ask you out but you seemed so shy. And besides your mommy and daddy don’t look like the understanding type and we just knew they would object if you got to close to a couple of older black women.” “You’re right,” Steven said slowly. “They would and I do too.” “And your thoughts don’t count either, Steven,” Dara said with a smile. “You see it’s what Marilyn and I want that counts and both of us want you. So we decided that the only way we could get you was to steal you.” “Come on,” Steven said in an unbelieving voice. “You are both old enough to be my mother.” “What a disgusting thought,” Marilyn laughed wickedly. Marilyn had come back into the room. Unnoticed by Steven she locked the doors so he could not run out. “I agree,” Dara laughed. “Now what are we going to do with this young white boy young enough to be our son?” “Please let me go,” Steven begged. “I won’t go to the police.” “Please let me go,” Dara mimicked him. “I won’t go to the police,” Marilyn chimed in. “Come on, ladies,” Steven begged. “Please.” Steven’s pleas were so fervent and appeared so sincere that Dara and Marilyn appeared to soften. “I won’t tell my parents,” Steven pleaded. Dara and Marilyn smiled at each other. “Let’s let the big baby go,” Marilyn said. “Yeah,” Dara agreed. “We don’t want a cry baby.” Marilyn left the room and came back with Steven’s clothes. Dara got off Steven. “Okay,” Dara said. “You can go.” Steven got up slowly, took his clothes from Marilyn and then walked to the door. Dara and Marilyn watched him.

Strap ON!!!

His Birthday Present I have had a fantasy of being fucked in the ass by a girl with a strap-on for a long time but only recently have I had a girlfriend to whom I felt close enough to ask. One weekend while we were camping I said to her, “Do you know what I want for my Birthday?” After she said no she didn’t, I told her about my fantasy and nervously waited for her reply. At first she seemed shocked and didn’t really see why I wanted that, but I could tell later that she was warming up to the idea by the way she would jokingly say how she was going to fuck me hard if I didn’t watch myself.

A week or so later, on my Birthday, she came over for dinner. We had a few drinks and ended up in the bedroom and had a round of passionate sex like usual. It wasn’t until after, while having a cigarette on the couch, that I asked if she was ready to give me my Birthday present. She gave me a sly little grin and said, “She was ready if I was!”

I couldn’t believe what was about to happen. I lead her back into the bedroom and got out the strap-on dildo I had bought for the occasion. She took one look at the 7 inch thick rubber cock and gasped, “Are you sure that’s what you want? Cuz that thing scares me!” I then replied “Yes that’s exactly what I want”, and we made jokes and laughed as I helped her into the harness.

I then got on my knees as I grabbed the footboard of my bed while she moved in behind me. She took some gel from a tube and rubbed it on the dildo like she was jacking it off and I took some also and reached around rubbing it on my ass. I could see in the mirror on the dresser that she still was a little uncertain about doing it, but not me. I was rock hard watching her close in. She put the head of the cock against my asshole but didn’t push hard for fear of hurting me, so I slowly started to push back against it myself, little by little, until the head was just about in. I guess that’s when she decided to take over and she more aggressively started pushing it in until finally, with a bit of pain, it did slide in about halfway. She could tell by my moans that I was enjoying myself and after a few strokes to loosen me up a bit, she started really letting me have it!

She grabbed my hips and thrust the whole cock deep into me as I pushed back against her. It felt even better than I had imagined and I almost came as I stroked my now dripping cock. I looked in the mirror again and I saw she was looking at the cock sliding in and out of my ass and I heard her breathing starting to get hard and fast as she was getting more excited. It was then that she really began to fuck me good! She pulled the cock all the way out and then shoved it back in with one hard stroke, over and over again just as I had fucked her earlier in the evening.

It was too much and I knew I was going to come, but I wanted to try one more thing so I stopped her and had her lie on her back. I then sat on her and slid the rubber cock back in my ass and began riding it. After a few minutes I really started pounding down on it. It felt so good! My girlfriend then began to stroke my cock and look up at me with her beautiful lustful eyes. It was more than I could stand and as my ass gripped tightly around the strap-on, I came, squirting load after load of cum all over her stomach and tits.

Later after a few moments to calm down a little she asked, “So did you enjoy your Birthday Present?” To which I replied, “You bet my ass I did!”

The Milking Hand

~Jill I loved the the responses from the last story I posted I had to post another on of my favorites. oxoxox

It’s late in the evening, but I don’t really know what time it is or exactly how long I have been in this position. I do know this afternoon was pure torment, Julia visiting my room every hour or so and playing with me between my legs. I been here for awhile that is certain, because between playing with me every so often, she has managed to shave my privates balder than a bowling ball, and has milked my balls dry at least twice. My cock is sore and a bit chapped, the results of a masturbation session with hand creme and coffee grounds..and a few swipes with that little bristle brush…that left me spent and raw. I suppose I should have guessed something like this was going to happen when she had me dress in a thick cotton tee shirt and white socks and nothing else. Imagine laying on a bed with your legs spread wide in just an old tee shirt and socks and having your girlfriend toy with your cock, being told not to move, not to make a sound…..and being slowly masterbated, tickled with a feather, slapped, pinched, stroked squeezed and teased for a whole day. At one point she even closed all the drapes, lit a candle and put dark sunglasses on me so I could just barely see, and then paraded around the room in a pretty boned leather corset, pvc thigh highs, and some wicked high heels. God was I straining to see that, she knows what those fetish costumes do to me….. All that a prelude to having my balls massaged for about 30 minutes with warm oils and then wrapped in a warm cloth dampened with cinnimon oils and and teasing my cock head in to one of those male jack off tubes with the little numatic pumps bulbs….playing me like i was some type of muscial instrument for about an hour. Or like that wasn’t embarrasssing enough, earlier, to sit at the table for lunch with my cock and balls exposed and in her plain view. She put a cock ring on me and got me pretty hard…my erection jetting out in front of me and holding fast with all that blood trapped in there from that ring she is so fond of. I’m sure that’s why she asked me to be a dear and bring her this or that from the refrigerator. My little wang stiff and standing out, and bobbing up and down with each step as I walked. And julia making comments about how she is sure her girlfriend so and so would love to see that, maybe she should just go call her right now…would I like that, to show all my manely charms to her girlfriend….telling me I am such a slut….. After lunch she had me laying on my back on the bed, my hands tied at my side, and my legs splayed wide open with my ankles tied to the posts at the end of the bed, a couple of pillows under my bare bottom. Pretty much dark in that room….and me, no cover, just a small towel drapped over my crotch, and an adjustable desk light that is positioned to shine directly on the towel. Except, I could see well enough to make out the mineral oil, and the rubber gloves, and that bristle brush, and the leather cock sheath sitting on the table next to the bed. I remember thinking I may be here for awhile this evening. I hear her coming down the hall now, and she is taklking and laughing with someone….another female voice. God, she didn’t. Not one of her girlfriends. I have to see these people everyday or so….that would be going too far. I am praying that she passes right by this room….a bit of psychological torture, something to scare me a little. We had played around with this theme a bit, but, she wouldn’t really plan something like this, not with another girl, letting her in on this little private fetish of mine. The door opens and jjulia and another girl, becky I heard her say, enter the room. I should have guessed. I try to pull my legs close, but, even as i start to close them I know the ankle restraints will make that impossible. I have seen this girl somewhere, but, I can’t excatly place her right now. She doesn’t waste anytime and walks right over to the bed and folds the towel back, exposing my cock and balls to becky’s eager gaze. “This is my boyfriend I told you about. The one who needs milkings.” Julia smiles. She knows she has me now, knows all about those private fantasies i whispered to her….my weakness for the female hand….I didn’t think she would…. “Don’t be rude to our guest dear, say hi to becky…” I try to avert my gaze, muttering out a small greeting in spite of my absolute humiliation at being seen in this position, understanding that my sexual fetish had been discused like another mundane topic between two girlfrinds chatting. Becky is looking right at me, no embarrassement on her part. They are even dressed to slay me. Short dark tight skirts, with a narrow high slit up the front, starch white blouses, black patterned hose, shinny black heels that must be four or five inches high. They had pulled their hair back, giving them a somewhat stern, prim look. I swallowed hard as I glanced down at their hands. Lacey black wrist length gloves. That wasn’t gonna feel very good in my presnt situation. Not after that milking session julia had given me earlier, where she rubbed lotion all over her hands and then sat them down palm open in a dish filled with coffee ground, probably starbucks knowing her. That smarted, and the harder i got the harder she gripped my straining cock as she masturbated me, and the grounds dug in causing me to twist and turn and still, i could resist. Now I was sore, and my cock had little surface scratches that would be pretty aware of any rough lace drawn up and down it. “He has these ridiculous idea about about that silly little thing between his legs there becky, always wanted to put it in something….he can be quite a bother if I don’t keep him well milked” Julia said with a little smile playing across her lush lips. “Simply ridiculous….” becky repeats, smirking….looking down at my limp cock….”doens’t look too imposing now though, does it…..” Bitch ” feel free to examine him too becky. He is well hung when hard..though he may act like he has no love for this…you’ll see in just one minute….he becomes quite lewd with a little handling from a female hand…don’t you you little slut…” Becky and Julia sit down on the oppoisite sides of the bed. Crossing their legs and letting a shoe dangle off their foot, their short skirts pull up their legs, revealing two sets of shinny sheer stockings, high enough i could see the little brocade pattern enbedded across the top of the stocking panels…They havn’t missed a thing for this have they i think. Julia reaches over like she owns my thing and lifts the end of my cock, just under the head, on two fingers and bounces it up and down a little. She takes just the head of my penis and stretches it out, holding the head up against my belly with two fingers and starts to tickle my now hardening shaft with her long tappered finger nails, decending down till her fingernails are playing across the front of my ball sac, tickling me, and causing my balls to lurch up. She even two or three times giving the top of my ball sac light a little slap, and giggles as i buck up with that smarting. Still holding my penis with two fingers and stretched up against my belly, she rubs the heel of her palm up slowly all along the length of my cock, making little circle patterns on the underside of my shaft as her palm heel works its way up to my captured cock head, then starting at the base again, repeats her massages. I’m starting to respond now, as much as it emabarrasses me in front of this girl i don’t know… ” I play with him like this quite often….make him keep his cock open and ready for my hand sometimes for the whole weekend. It keeps me amused. It galls him sometimes to have to cum repeatly in my pretty little hands instead of my mouth or my bottom like he would like to. But, he is such a little slut for this i can get him to do almost anything for me if I play with him for a bit.. …can’t I dear…yes…do you like it when julia plays with your little wee wee for you…..milking all your man juice out, spilling yourself all over my cruel hands…. hmmm…do you like being julia’s little cock toy …….” It would be an understatement to say I was caught. I was getting hard as a rock, like I always do when julia subjected me to a masterbation session, and teases me about my need. But sitting next to me, watching my humiliating display, was a girl I barely knew. Someone that found the whole spectacle of a grown man laying bound in a bed and being subject to lewd handlings casually amusing, a moments diversion for her, a little play thing, like a friends puppy dog that had caught her attention for a moment. Julia cups my balls in her open palm. She shaved me this morning, and I am as hairless as a newborn baby. I didn’t mind the shaving so much, it felt nice and she was very gentle, and there was not even a nick. Actually, I got quite hard, and julia played with me after she finished shaving my balls. Gave me a very long and intense jack off session. Told me to close my eyes just as I was building to an orgasm. It felt so wonderful…..till….this was too much…just as i was starting to spurt, she pulls a wash cloth from behind her back and holds it frimly against my ball sac as she continued to frig me off with her other hand. ” we can’t forget the after shave now can we sweetheart……” I always love how she has such a caring sweet voice as she subjects my cock and balls to these tormnts….. an electric jolt that felt like a thousand little pin pricks shot thru my balls, and I bucked up and down and twisted and my legs pulled hard against the restraints….it was too late anyway, I was over the top, and i shot off. I think the jolt of that aftershave soaked face cloth held firmly against my balls sent my first shot of jism 10 feet high….and it plopped down and made a little puddle on my chest as the second salvo started…. ” I think all boys should be milked like this often Julia” becky purrs…”to keep that thing under control…other wise they get sooo bossy.” Julia feels my penis slowly twitch as becky was speaking in such a sexy little bitch voice. She didn’t miss that, I was sure. .”..in fact, I read this story yesterday..about a special jacket for boys that have developed the nasty habit of touching themselfs…and it made me start thinking about a special home that could be opened for boys with jerk off problems, and how we could make these kind of jackets, and things we would do…it was all very real to me when i was imagining it.” Julia notices a swelling at the mention of this jacket….she lets my hard cock rest on the inside of her open palm, closing her hand and squeezing the shaft from time to time as she listens to becky describe the jacket…. “It is made of a canvass material and covers the boy from his chin down to just below his belly button. It has extra long arms with straps at the end of it so they can be buckled in front at the collar, like if you wanted him to be able to carry something, but, he couldn’t lower his hands far enogh to touch himself down there. Or even pull it around to the back and buckled behind the boy. There was another strap too, that ran down the front from the middle of the jacket and then could be pulled down the front all the way and back up between the bottom cheeks and buckled. It had this little slit for the area that would go over the boy’s cock and balls…so you could pull his cock and balls thru before it was buckled..and it pushed his stuff out a little so when he would walk around it would be held out in front. And so you could keep an eye on him that way…see if he was aroused or having naughty thoughts or anything.” Who was this little mantrap anyway. Julia started stroking me hard now with repeated upward motions. She would sweep all the way from the base of his hard cock to the top with a very snug grip, and then just let the cock go, watching as it plopped back against his belly, then grasp it again and give another quick firm brusk upward stroke. “Oh, these boys at the place I imagined were being monitored for lewdness Miss Julia. They had to go about all there regular activities, and sometimes we could get one in our large activity room, working as an assistant. He had to go and bring things to us that we needed for what ever the activity we were doing that day, paper or chalk, knitting yarn, or just go and get us cans of pop…just be there to help us when we asked for something. His little thingy would be wiggling around when he went to fetch things, he would really look quite silly i think . But, really, he was being watched that he didn’t get all hard all the time, or heaven forbid spurt off on something. ” “And we would have to check him everyone in awhile, a little inspection to see if he was behaving.” “The thing is Miss Julia, there are girls who would like to play around with what ever boy was in there that day. They, or I guess. me too…would do things to him sometimes….to get them in trouble.” “See, he wouldn’t be allowed to ejaculate, and he would know that if he did he would have his bottom strapped later, by the lady in charge.” “We’d toy with them when the directoress wasn’t in the room. Maybe give hinm some looks at our under panties…or one girl could hold him in back by the straps so he could run away and put her feet between his, making him open his legs…and we’d play games with hiis poor little cock….hold it, and rub it or slap it back and forth, or rub lotion on our hands while he had to stand there and then frig his penis in front of all the girls….just pump his cock up and down and caress his little tight ball sac.” “Oh you could just imagine how he would twist around and bite his lips and ask us to stop and try to pull his cock away from our hands…..trying not to spurt off.” “It would be very amusing. Sooner of later someones hands would work that poor cock too much and he would groan and moan in anguish and his cum would spurt off all down his leg or on some piece of furniture, or the front of that little jacket.” “We would call the directoress right away and report him, for being so lewd when we were just doing our normal inspection. Maybe she would bring the strap out of the office and do him right there in front of all us girls…can you see that Miss Julia, the strap across his bottom, make him dance around in that jacket, and wet thingy bobbing up and down as he hopped around the room trying to avoid the strap.” God what a little minx she was…a cute innocent little cruel masterbatrix with cock torments just gushing out of that all american face. ” Oh becky, what a perfectly wonderful idea’, Julia smiled. “Isn’t that a wonderful idea dear….we will need to get one of those jackets made right away…” I was quite stricken. I glarred up at becky for bringing up this horrid idea. Wasn’t it enough shame that i was tied down to a bed with my legs wide apart, wearing only a tee shirt and white sock, had a light shinning right on my cock and balls, and becky watched as julia rolled and fiddled with my obviously aroused penis in front of her. Julia ran her thumb pad held firm up the underside of the shaft, using her other hand to squeeze hard at the base, trapping my blood in my now fully erect penis and sending a little shiver of sensation thru my groin. My cock pulsed a couple of times and Julia smiled. “OH, I am so glad to see that this idea appeals to you….Males never know what is best for them when it comes to this becky., they try to act so very important and powerful, and they are so easily controlled by this funny little thing that dangles between their legs…if only more girls understood this….how easily led men really are by these few inches of skin…. ” Julia said as she shook my cock back and forth toward my face.. She grips my now very erect organ and works her fist up and down the entire length of my shaft. She is frigging me hard now, making my balls bounce up and down in motion with her hand. The sensation is too much, my cock still tender and raw from the two earlier milkings, and i am shifting my hips side to side a little, wanting more and yet still feeling the my chapped cock shaft sting. Julia pumped me up and down for a while, and then held my cock at its base and moved the entire shaft from side to side and back and forth like she was driving a stick shift on a car, bringing little mews of delight from becky. Becky was leaning froward mow, her lace covered hand resting casually on my upper thigh as she watched julia manipulate my blood engorged cock. . Occassionally she would let my cock go entirely, and as it rose from my belly, would use the tips of her fingers held together to slap the sides of it, back and forth between here two open hands. They were good stinging slaps, sending my cock in one direction quickly, and then another finger tip slap sending it back hard the other way. Becky seemed to enjoy that….clasping her hands together and bending forward , wiggling her little skirt encased bottom slightly on the bed, her eyes wide and little sounds of mirth escaping from her lips in time to each slap of my penis. Julia now changed tactics, smacking my cock on its underside, sending it up fast to slap against my belly only to rebound and be slapped again. She started to use under handed smacks and laughed as she got a little bouncing action set up with her little play toy. After a bit she started again to gently masterbate me, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and pumping me up and down. Twice she brought me to the brink of orgasm, only to stop and wait till the crisis had passed. I’m sure I looked quite amusing to them, my hard cock straining and twitching in the air…my hips starting an involuntary pumping as i tried unsuccessfully to fuck in to something, in to the air. The girls would giggle at my lewd pumping action, point their fingers at my cock and make comments to tease me about how bad I needed to cum, how full my balls must be getting, and teasing me about how it is sooo mean of them to play with me like that and not let me shoot my nasty stuff all over… Julia releases my cock and bids becky to try her hand at this amusing sport. Beckys hands are not so soft, and she grips me hard and starts up immediately with a hard jacking action up and down of my sore cock. ” Do you want me to let you shoot all that nasty goo over my hand you little jackoff”….becky askes on her best little girl voice…”.would that feel good ….what would you for us if we let you spurt…….would you lick Miss Julia bare bottom …put your tongue up back there and use you lips on her…..do you like this……are you going to spurt on my hand you nasty little thing……” becky was working me fast now and I was pumpimg my hips up and down in tune with her hand…..my head turned to the side, my mouth parted, my brerathing ragged. I could feel my balls jiggling up and down with the motion of her hand…..my arousal starting to reach a fevered pitch. Here I was laying bound and very helpless in my bed, my sore abused cock being pumped hard by some young girl I hardly knew, my girlfriend sitting on the other side of me watching….and me losing what ever wiill and dignity I ever though I might have had under the feeling of a female stroking on my cock. It seemed Julia was right, i would suffer almost any indignity to be milked like this…..any request would be granted…my will, my manhood being reduced a little with ever spending of my seed in to some girls cruel uncaring hand. ” I think he’s gonna squirt now Miss Julia….” becky says. “His cock head is getting bigger and look at how his balls are all tight in their little pouch.” “Oh, you better not cum young man…..you do not have permission to spurt …..” Julia reached her hand under my balls and let them rest on her open palm. She rubbed her thumb lightly acros the front of my balls as becky contiunued to pump my cock up and down in a delibrate and strong pace. ” Shame on you …you wicked thing.” Miss Julia taunts me. “The very idea that you would soil becky’s hand with your vile spurting” Julia smiles…..” shall employ a strap of my own if you can’t seem to control yourself any better than that…..most definately that’s what you have coming later you disgusting little man should you spurt alll over becky’s hand……” Becky apparently gets excited by this, because she tightens her little girl fist around my cock and pulls the skin up and down quickly…..squeezing hard on the down strock and releasing just a little as her delicate little fingers glide back up over my engorged shaft. Juali wasn’t helping my control either. She had shifted on the bed and had both her hands at work on my tight balls. She bunched up the loose skin she could find just behind each ball, gripping the skin folds hard, one hand gripping the skin behind each ball, pulling down, streching my ball sac out long….then to the side, pulling the skin in opposite direction. stretching my ball sac length ways. She let my balls rest on her fingers, still gripping my skin under my sac, my balls sitting on top of her folded finger at the first knuckle. She started bouncing my balls up and down on the top of her folded fingers, by turning her wrists up and down quickly, sending my balls on a wild ride, jiggling and rolling in their sac. Then she started to alternate the bounces, first the right one up as the left was down, then the left one up as the right was down. Pretty soon she had build a little pace of pulling and twisting and bouncing my balls that had me squirming all over the top of the bed. I start to tense up and can feel both girls eyes are glued to my swelled cock. ” You better behave yourself young man..” julia said in her most mocking authoratative voice… My cock head twitches, and becky pulls hard on a downward stroke. Julia grips the skin under my balls tight and pulls my ball sac up and down hard…..the first gob of sperm arcs out of my cock head and flys in to the air, landing back on becky’s pistoning hand. She pumps me up and down is short tight strokes just below my cock head, as julia pulls my ball sac skin as tight as is possible, and starts to twist and kneed and roll my balls tight over the top of her gripping hand. I shoot again and can barely hear becky saying “..oh, your gonna get the strap now you wanker….you naughty naughty little jerker….we’ll need a jacket for a nasty little spurter like you won’t we…” I didn’t care…I ws lost now….it was only making me even hoitter to hear her soft little girl bitch voice chastise me as i dumped my load all over her hand. She pumped me off and told me I was naughty and a little jerker and was going to get strapped……I shoot again, my warm sperm leaving a trail of lust across julia upturned wrist… “.vile nasty young man.”…I hear julia faintly as I spurt another jolt of goo. “naughty little wanker” I feel becky holding my cock up straight and she starts at the bottom of my shaft and in one deliberate motion, with her whole hand wrapped around my pulsating rod…squeezes hard and slowly up, as julia squeezes my ball sac and pushes up slowly…..together milking the last drops of my will from my drained balls. ” Do you think you join us for dinner later this evening becky…..” julia is asking as I close my eyes and sink back in to the soft matress….” we have so many plans to make…”.