By TimidTimmy
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Miss Zahra’s Orphanage – Part 3
Timmy was in plain blue cotton pajamas, lying in bed under the warm
blankets, after his first day at the orphanage. Everyone had been kind.
Ms Zahra was strict but fair. She had even talked to them about what
they wanted to be when they grew up. Timmy hoped to be a doctor but
didn’t know how realistic that was. She had encouraged him and said he
could be whatever he wanted if he studied hard. That was nice.
Now, with the lights out, it was the moonlight through the window which
kept the room being pitch black. Across from him in this room was
little Gary the 12 yr old boy. It was two boys per room, and they had
been assigned to share at random. He was already asleep. And quiet
while doing it. The room was tranquil. Timmy snuggled his head into the
soft pillow and felt slumber massage his scalp.
The next
morning, he was dazzled awake by the bright main light being switched
on. Opening his bleary eyes, he saw in the doorway a girl about his
age. Dressed like Ms Zahra in Muslim garb, her stocky overweight body
was taking up the whole space.
“Morning boys. I’m Zahrina.
Right, out of bed, take off your pajamas, socks, and y-fronts. If
either of you has a vest, then off with that too. Then stand hands by
sides,” she said with a smile.
Timmy eased himself out of bed, Gary followed soon after.
Gary, still rousing from slumber, raised his hand in the fashion of asking a question.
“What is it? Gary isn’t it?” she said with an impatient tone.
“Erm, miss…why do we have to take off our clothes?”
She scowled at him as if the question were outrageous. “Because I’m your housemother, Ms Zahra’s daughter, and I told you to!”
Marching forward, she nudged Timmy to the side. Taking hold of Gary’s
pajama top, she unbuttoned it and pulled it back from his slender
shoulders. As it fell to the ground, she bent down and pulled down his
trousers and briefs in one go, tugging them loose of his ankles. Then
she yanked each sock off, leaving him stark naked. Picking up all the
clothes, she tossed them on top of Gary’s bed.
Her bulky
frame turned to Timmy. She looked him up and down and said, “Same as
him. Hurry up. Strip naked and put everything on your bed.”
Timmy did as he was told. Once in the nude, he covered his boy area with palms spread as wide as possible.
“Put your hands by your sides. There’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
At her age she’d seen boys’ willies. Seemed strange.
Timmy and Gary obeyed.
She looked both up and down, staring at their privates. “Good. I must
do winkle checks for new boys. I know my mum does it, but mine is to
see how you function. Timmy, you’ve got a big one, don’t you? lift it.
I want to see your balls.”
Timmy blushed but did as she
said. Zahrina bent forward and inspected his scrotum. “Hmm, large and
healthy. That hair needs waxed though. Disgusting. No matter. I’ll do
all the boys tomorrow. Have you ever messed your underpants while
asleep?”
“Erm, I don’t—”
She sighed, as if he were
stupid for not understanding. “Have you squirted sperm out of your
willy? A wet dream?” The girl could be just as direct as her mother
then.
“Oh, no. No miss.” Why was he saying ‘miss’ to a girl his own age?
“Gary, your tiny worm looks healthy enough. Go and have a shower. My little sister is there supervising the younger boys.”
“Yes, miss.” Gary reached for his clothes.
She grabbed his wrist. “It’s ten seconds down the corridor and you’re
12 years old. My sister will give you a towel.” She turned him by the
arm and gave him a light slap on his bottom. “Go!”
Timmy saw Gary’s skinny little butt running out the door.
“Ok, so, I want to check winkle health on you Timmy. Let’s see first if you can self-lubricate.”
“Self wha—”
“Lubricate. Your winkle produces what’s called pre-cum from your pee
hole. It comes out to lubricate the whole of your little purple hat.
Before you make love with your wife.”
“But I don’t have a wi—"
“No, but you can’t live your whole life here, can you? Every month we
have older, lonely ladies—usually widowed or divorced—who come looking
for healthy young husbands. And we have to check that willies are
working properly don’t we?”
“What about Gary?”
“He’s too young. Minimum age we sell a husband is 14. Boys have to be in puberty for obvious reasons.”
“Sell..?”
“Well we need money to continue the orphanage, silly boy. For food, clothes, heating.”
“Oh…And how old are the ladies who want husbands?”
“Hmm it varies. Youngest is usually about 45. Oldest I’ve seen was 75, so far.”
“75?? That’s like a grandma!”
“Don’t be so rude! —she turned him to the side and slapped his bottom
hard—they’re human too and you can make them happy by putting a healthy
willy up their slit. Is that understood?”
“Slit?” The thought terrified him.
“Yes, once your chosen by a customer you’ll be married on the spot and
she’ll take you home. Then you’ll be expected to slide this”—she gave
the tip of his hanging willy a gentle whack with her index finger—
“into your new wife’s twinkle every night. No matter how old she is. Is
that clear?”
“But I’ve never used my willy before.”
“I realize that, but we’re about to see if you can squirt like a big
boy. If sperm comes out properly, you’ll be put on the available
husbands list. After that, there will be lessons provided about what to
do in bed, including how to use your willy, licking your wife’s
twinkle, bum hole, sucking her toes massaging her and so on.”
Sucking an old woman’s toes? Licking her bum? It sounded disgusting.
“Now”—she spat twice into her hand— “put your hands behind your back.”
She rubbed the saliva across her palm, so the slimy bubbles were spread
even. Then her chunky brown fist wrapped around his pale winkle. The
grasp soft at first but tightening up as he became erect. Her hand slid
up and down the shaft; the spit stopping any chafing.
After
just a couple of minutes, his pee hole started to glisten. Clear, thick
liquid was oozing out. After another minute, the center of his purple
hat was coated. She stopped and smiled, saying, “There you go.
Lubrication.” Taking her finger, she collected it on the tip and rubbed
it between forefinger and thumb. It seemed the color and thickness of
it was being analyzed. She then took a small lick of the substance and
paused for a second, rubbing her lips and tongue together. “Tastes
normal and healthy but I’d better be sure.”
Leaning forward,
she nudged her tongue directly onto his pee hole! Pressing into it.
Then she sat back and once again considered the taste. “Yes, healthy.
Your willy is exceptionally clean too. Good boy.”
Timmy was
shocked. The girl was fat and not pretty at all, but her tongue had
felt so warm and soft as it pressed on the hat of his winkle. He’d
never felt such tingles of pleasure in all his life.
“Right,
now it’s time to see if you can ejaculate.” She held her hand open and
released a large glob of saliva into it. After she had spread the thick
frothy liquid around her palm; she once again took hold of his willy
and started stroking it up and down. Rapidly this time. Her other hand
reached round and groped his bare bottom, kneading it and pinching it
like it was fresh white dough. “You have a lovely smooth bum. I’ve
rubbed every boy’s backside in here and yours is one of the firmest
too.”
“Thanks, miss,” he said as his face pulsed scarlet. He
could feel pressure from his eggs. They were tightening. Something new.
Overwhelming. He began to make squealing sounds.
Zahrina held her cupped palm under the tip of his willy. “It’s ok, your snake can spit. Go on, let it spit.”
“Ah!” Thick white liquid started to come out of his pee hole. Oozing at
first, then squirting into her palm. Four times. By the time the
squirting stopped, he felt exhausted. She picked up one of his socks
and wiped his willy dry with it.
Smiling as she inspected
the blob of goo, she gave his bum a light slap and said, “Well done!
Looks like we have a new husband for the list. Now put on your Y-fronts
and go to the showers.”
He put on his underpants and walked
out. As he was he was doing so, he heard a slurping sound and Zahrina
the fat girl saying, “Mmm delicious.”