Make a Boy Hard and He Will Like You 14
By NAMB
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Copyright 2015 by NAMB
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This
is fantasy, and the
author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life.
If you are not of legal age in your community to read or
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such material, please leave now.
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Fiona’s Mom
The
girls’
monopoly on rubber ball masturbation eventually came to an end. With as
widespread as the practice had become, it was only a matter of time
before some
adult found out about it.
Mrs.
Johnson’s
tennis coach canceled on her at the last minute, so she was coming home
a lot
earlier than expected. She decided to take advantage of the time and
dropped
her car off at the garage near her house to have it inspected.
“Do you
want a
ride home, Mrs. Johnson?” The cashier asked.
“Oh no,
it’s a
nice day. Besides I got cheated out of my exercise on the tennis
court.” She
walked the couple of blocks home briskly.
Meanwhile
in her
basement, her children were having a party.
“Oh, I
like that
song. Turn it up, Ginny”
“Sure
thing,
Fiona,” her kid sister replied.
“Wanna
dance, Jason?”
The older girl asked her brother.
“Yeah,
sure,” the
naked boy replied, “right after you do me with the ball.”
“In due
time, big
brother. In due time. But first we dance because I want to.”
Fiona
actually
made her brother dance with her twice and her sister once. She was
eager to
masturbate him, but enforced the delay because she could. It was her
choice to
determine when her brother got off. Besides dancing got his anxious
penis
waving and gyrating in a most interesting way.
The
loud music,
the fact that Mrs. Johnson arrived on foot in her tennis shoes without
the
tell-tale sound of the car; those things could explain why the kids
never heard
her coming.
“What
is that
racket?” she thought as she entered the house. She went down the stairs
to tell
the kids to turn it down. What she found surprised her. There stood her
14-year-old son, naked as the day he was born with his hands on his
head. In
front of him was her 12-year-old daughter rubbing a ball against his
erect penis.
Off to the side was her 10-year-old daughter totally wrapped up with
what her
older sister was doing to their big brother.
The
kids were so
enrapt with what they were doing, they didn’t see her there.
She
stood there
for nearly a minute not believing what she was seeing before walking
over and
turning off the music. The kids were so shocked, they froze in
position. Jason
didn’t even move his hands from his head to cover himself. “What is the
meaning
of this? What’s going on here?” she asked.
Laura
Wilson was
so flummoxed, she didn’t know what to say. “Fiona, give me that ball …
Wait a
minute, I don’t want to touch it. Put it in the bowl on the table. What
were
you doing with it? Never mind. All of you to your rooms now.”
With
the kids off
to their rooms, she tried to piece together what she had witnessed.
Surely
children still played “show me yours and I’ll show you mine;” but that
was an
activity mostly for pre-schoolers. Those activities spawned from simple
curiosity.
This
was obviously
a sexual situation. But why was Jason the only one naked while his two
sisters
were fully dressed? Did he lose some sort of a bet? Did the girls have
incriminating evidence on him and were they blackmailing him? Yet there
was
something about her girls apparently in control of their older brother
that
excited her.
A part
of her just
wanted to lecture her children and tell them not to do it again. That
would
have been the quickest and least painful way to deal with the situation.
But the
other part
of her was curious. It was a curiosity she hadn’t experienced since she
was a
schoolgirl herself. She decided that she not only wanted to know what
they were
doing, but why they were doing it.
Later
that
afternoon she talked to them one by one.
First
she went to
Fiona. “What was that you were doing to your brother?” she asked her
older
daughter.
“I was
just
balling him.”
“Balling
him?”
“Yeah,
making him
cum.”
“With a
rubber
ball?”
“Oh
mom, all the
girls and boys are doing it.”
“Who
are ‘all the
girls?’ Anyone I know?”
“Gee
mom, just
about everyone you know. Gina does it, Carol does it, Becky does it,
Sarah does
it, even Teresa does it,” she said, ticking off her female cousins.
“And of
course, Ginny,” implicating her younger sister.
“And
the boys?”
Fiona
laughed,
“There isn’t a penis in this family under the age of 16 that I haven’t
seen.”
Laura
thought,
“All her male cousins are under 16” but she asked, “Even Gary?”
“Gary
the Gay?”
“You
know about
that?”
“Sure,
mom. It’s
not a big deal.
Look,
just because
a boy is gay doesn’t mean that he can’t like being balled. A penis is a
penis
whether the boy is gay or straight. They all work the same way.
Gary
doesn’t care
if a girl does this to him. He likes it just the same. He even invites
his
boyfriend sometimes. I think they get hard just seeing the other boys
naked.”
“Other
boys?”
“Sure
mom. A lot
of times when we do this, we get together and have a party. It gives us
girls a
chance to compare techniques. Sometimes we play games. It’s a lot of
fun.”
“Why do
you think
you have the right to do this to the boys?”
“It’s
not ‘to’ the
boys, mom. It’s ‘with’ the boys. They like it as much as we do. We
girls don’t
have penises that need looking after. The boys do. We girls know how to
take
care of that. It’s a natural fit.”
“Just
how did you
learn to do this?”
“Remember
last
summer when we were all up at the lake with the Reeds?”
“Yes.”
“And
you adults
had that party where you all got drunk?”
Mrs.
Johnson
nodded.
“Well,
you probably
didn’t notice that one of the six-packs was missing. I had a can, Sarah
had one
and Jason had the rest. Jason was just tipsy enough to try anything. So
Sarah
made him get undressed and did him. She showed me and Ginny how to do
it too.”
“Did
she tell you
where she found out?”
“I
don’t know,
probably from some other girls. She’s done all our boy cousins too.
Anyway,
Ginny and me and her did Jason every day while we were there. Jason
really
liked it. He fell in love with it and we’ve been doing it almost every
day
since.”
“And
the boys let
you do this?”
“Let
us? They beg
for us to do it. It makes them feel so good that they can’t even do
themselves.
They’ll do anything to have us ball them. Why do you think Jason treats
Ginny
and me so nice and is so eager to do our chores? It’s not because he’s
a nice
guy. It’s because he knows if he crosses us, we don’t ball him.
You
have to admit
mom, Jason’s been a lot better behaved around the house for the last
year.
Ginny and I make sure he does all his chores, including a couple of
ours when
we can get away with it.”
“And
Jason is OK
with this?”
“Mom,
he gets
naked as soon as you leave the house hoping that Ginny or I will do
him. We
don’t even have to ask him anymore. He just does it even when we have
friends
over.”
“Your
friends see
him?”
“Well,
not all of
them, but most of the girls I hang out with are into this. When I’m
over their
houses we do the same things with their brothers too. If Jason wants to
get
balled, he has to be nice to my friends as well. That means if I tell
him to
let them ball him, he lets them ball him.
The
other girls
let Ginny and me ball their brothers. It’s fun swapping boys.”
Mrs.
Johnson sat
there in silence. Then she called her younger daughter in.
“Ginny,
your
sister tells me that you’ve been doing this with Jason for almost a
year.”
“Yes.”
“Do you
do it with
other boys?”
“Oh all
us girls
do all the boys. We have a club at school. Almost every girl is a
member and I
can’t think of a boy we haven’t balled. Of course I do Jason and other
the boys
in our family.”
“Why?”
“Because
it’s fun.
I like doing it. I like watching other girls do it, too. It makes me
feel good
to see girls in charge of boys; it makes me feel good about being a
girl. And
they boys are nice to us if we do it.”
“Don’t
you feel
guilty about it?”
“Why?
Nobody gets
hurt. The boys like it when we ball them and we girls don’t have to do
anything. It’s just like any other games we play with a ball.”
Laura
was shocked
by how matter-of-factly her girls were taking to male nudity and male
masturbation. She had never even seen her husband masturbate, much less
masturbated him herself.
In a
sense, she
felt a little better. At least the girls were not being traumatized by
these
events. She wondered about her son; after all, he was the “victim.”
Finally,
she called Jason in.
“Jason,
what have
you to say?”
“I’m
sorry mom.”
“What
were you
thinking about? First you get naked in front of the girls, your kid
sisters
even. And then you let them touch you there. And then you … you …
ejaculate for
them?”
“I
can’t help it
mom. You don’t understand, you’re not a boy. You don’t get hard-ons
that won’t
go away.”
“Why
don’t you do
it the old-fashioned way: masturbate? But do it alone. In private.”
“I used
to do that
mom, but it doesn’t work anymore.”
“What
do you mean
by ‘doesn’t work?’”
“I mean
I pull on
it and it feels OK when I am doing it, but when my stuff comes out, it
doesn’t
feel as good as when the girls do it. When the girls do me with the
ball, they
get me hard almost instantly and get me feeling good almost instantly.”
“So
they make you
cum faster?”
“Not at
all. They
keep me going for, oh I don’t know how long, but it’s a long time.”
“And
you are hard
the entire time?”
“Hard
and dripping
and ready to cum as soon as they want me to. Mom, I tell you, you don’t
know
what it’s like. It’s like you’re almost orgasming but you’re not. The
girls can
keep me on the edge until I go out of my mind and when they push me
over, it’s
mind-blowing. I cum hard shooting my stuff all over the place and
there’s so
much of it.
I can’t
do
anything like that on my own.”
Fiona
spoke up,
“What’s the problem here, mom. It isn’t like were having sex or
anything.
Nobody’s gonna get pregnant and nobody’s gonna get a disease. In fact,
we girls
don’t even get undressed. The girls have fun. The boys have fun and
nobody gets
hurt.”
“I
don’t know.
I’ll have to think about this.”
Later
that
evening, Fiona went looking for her ball. It needed to be washed since
it had
her brother’s precum all over it. She couldn’t find it, so she went
looking for
her brother. She found him in his room.
“I’m
surprised you
remembered to wash the ball with mom breaking in on us and all. What
did you do
with it?”
“I
didn’t do
anything with it. Last time I saw it, it was in your hand on the end of
my
penis.”
“That’s
odd, I
distinctly remember placing it in the bowl on the end table in the
playroom. I
just looked there. It’s gone.”
“Maybe
mom took it
because she doesn’t want us doing this anymore.”
“That
doesn’t make
sense. we can always buy another ball.”
-=o=-
In the
Johnson
bedroom Laura Johnson and her husband Ted were getting ready for bed.
“Ted,
I’d like to
try an experiment with you.”
“What
kind of
experiment?”
“A sex
kind of
experiment.
“I’m up
for that,”
he said, laughing at his own pun.
“I’d
like to try
something with you on making you last longer when we have sex.”
“Say,
this isn’t
one of those silly things you read in some women’s magazine, is it?”
“Promise
not to
laugh?” Laura asked as she pulled her daughter’s rubber ball out of the
drawer
in the nightstand by the bed.
Ted
laughed, “What
are we going to do? Play stickball?”
Laura
laughed
back, “In a manner of speaking, yes. You just lay there on your back
and let me
do all the work.”
Laura
really
didn’t know what to do. She felt reluctant to be in command in the
bedroom, but
it also gave her a thrill. In spite of her little-girl-like shyness,
she
pressed on. After all, if her daughters could be so confident, so could
she.
She
just
experimented with various rubbing techniques trying to emulate what she
thought
she saw her daughter doing. At first, Ted flinched as she touched the
rubber
ball to his penis, but after a while he either got used to it, or she
got
better doing it.
Laura
knew she was
onto something as Ted started purring with pleasure and leaking precum.
He
started to hump and moved his hands towards his crotch. She had to swat
them
away and demanded, “Stop that! Let me finish this. Put your hands under
your
butt and lay on them so you won’t be tempted.”
Laura
was
surprised by the firmness of her command. It gave her a funny feeling
inside to
be in so much control in bed. It was a new experience for her and she
liked it.
Although
she was a
novice at this method of masturbation, she nonetheless had her husband
panting
and grunting as she played the ball against his penis. Almost
immediately, he
started dripping. She kept rubbing. Soon, he exploded with cum. She had
felt
Ted cum in her on numerous occasions, but she had never actually seen
an
ejaculation before, so she wasn’t sure if this violent eruption was
normal.
Seeing
him cum at
her command; knowing that she caused it and there was nothing he could
do about
it, lit a fire inside her. She began to see what her daughters and
other girls
saw in this. They weren’t just doing it for the boys; they were also
doing it
for themselves.
Ted lay
there with
a pool of cum over his chest and stomach panting. It took him several
minutes
to recover. “Gee, honey, that was great. Where did you learn how to do
that?”
“Let’s
just say
that you don’t want to know.”
“OK by
me, can we
do it again sometime?”
Laura
knew he was
already addicted. She simply smiled and said, “We’ll see.”
=-o=-
The
next morning
Laura knocked on her daughter’s door. “Fiona, can I talk to you?”
“Sure
mom, come on
in.”
Laura
came in
shutting the door behind her.
“What’s
this all
about?” Fiona asked.
“Well,
it’s about
this thing you do with the rubber ball.”
“Oh
mom, I thought
we had that discussion already.”
“Oh no,
it’s not like
that at all. I’m convinced it’s harmless; just don’t let somebody else
catch
you doing it. Besides, if you and your sister have Jason’s penis under
control,
then he’s not going to get in trouble with it somewhere else. And you
are
right. He has been a much better behaved boy since your sister and you
have
been doing him.”
“OK,
then what did
you want to talk about?”
“I need
you to
keep this a secret, OK?”
“Sure
mom.”
“Well,
I tried it
last night on your father and it didn’t work.”
“Um,
like mom,
it’s nice that you and dad still do it, but I don’t want to know about
it. It’s
kind of weird.”
“Look,
let’s call
a mother-daughter truce here for a moment. Forget for a moment that I’m
your
mother. I’ve always been honest with you about sex. I answered all your
questions truthfully. I always told you and your sister the things you
need to
know. I felt it was my duty as a mother to pass on my knowledge.
Now you
know
something I don’t know. I’ve heard about male masturbation, but never
really
seen it. I wouldn’t know how to do it if I tried. In fact, I did try
and I
failed. I don’t do it as good as you and your sister, apparently.
I had
no idea of
masturbation’s potential for penis control; how girls can use a boy’s
urge to
get it off to control him. I want to learn how to do that.
Let’s
agree to respect the privacy of each other’s sex
lives, but I need some information: woman-to-woman.”
“What
kind of
information?”
“What
you do to
make it work.”
“You
didn’t make
him cum?”
“Oh I
did, but it
happened so fast.”
“Mom,
don’t feel
so bad. That’s normal for a girl’s first time out, especially if she
doesn’t
have more experienced girls around to coach her. She either fails to
make him
cum or she makes him cum too quickly. Even with an experienced girl, it
happens
a lot with a strange boy she had never done before.
Take
Jason for
example. Jason’s sort of a moderate touch; that is, you can’t rub him
too
lightly or you won’t tease him enough or you can’t rub him too hard or
you will
shoot him early. Each boy is different, and a girl has to take her time
to
learn how to play with him. Ginny and I didn’t get it right the first
couple of
times we balled him.
It
takes a lot of
practice.”
“Jason
says you
take a long time to make him cum; obviously there’s a trick to this.
Could you
tell me what it is?”
“It
would be
better if I showed you.”
“What?”
“Look,
Jason’s
about as horny as he gets. We started something yesterday, and we got
interrupted. He needs to cum or he’ll go crazy. Actually if Ginny or I
don’t do
him soon, he’ll probably find another girl to do him.
He is
free to do
that. He’s not blacklisted. A boy who doesn’t behave is blacklisted and
none of
us girls will do him. We girls stick together on that. Jason likes me
or Ginny doing
him because we’re convenient and we probably know his penis better than
any
other girl.”
“I
can’t touch Jason.
It would be like incest.”
“If we
can have
this conversation ‘woman-to-woman’ as you said, then trust me as a
woman on
this one. I went over this with you yesterday,” Fiona said. “It’s only
masturbation. In fact for the girl it’s even less than that. She’s just
having
fun. I mean it’s great to make a boy squirt and all that, but the real
fun is
that the boys do what us girls tell them. So the ball is just sort of a
means
to an end. The real fun is that us girls tell the boys what to do and
they do
it – even when they are dressed.
Look at
it this
way, mom, hasn’t Jason been the perfect son over the last year?”
“Well,
yes.”
“And
that’s
because Ginny and I have been balling him. That’s the kind of control
you can
get over any boy. I know you and dad have been concerned over Jason’s
grades.
We can hold off on balling him until he’s done his homework and his
studying.
Just let us know if there is anything else you want us to help you out
with
Jason.
You can
probably
do the same kind of behavior modification with dad. You’ll just have to
get
over your queasiness if you want to exercise your power as a girl.”
Laura
recalled the
feelings she had last night when she made Ted cum. They were definitely
worth
having again, and she put aside her natural inhibitions. “OK, I’ll do
it. Just
this one time, until I learn.”
“One
lesson is
usually enough. It won’t make you an expert, but with practice, you can
become
a masturbation queen.”
Fiona
let that set
in with her mom and then continued, “Well, normally we let the new girl
hold
the boy’s penis for the first time as her instructor shows her how to
do it,
then after he’s recovered, we let her try it.”
“Do you
think
Jason will do it?
Fiona
laughed, “To
get it off at the hand of his talented sister, he’d do it in front of a
whole
girl scout troop. He’s already done it with as many as ten girls and
boys
watching.”
“I
suppose we can
call him in here.”
“We
normally do it
in the playroom. It’s more comfortable there.”
“But
it’s more
private here. I mean your sister …”
“Mom,
Ginny does
him too, remember?”
“It’s
just that
she’s so young. I have a difficult time thinking of her other than as a
little
girl.”
“She’s
been doing
it for a year.”
“I
suppose you’re
right. She does seem to be quite mature for her age.”
“Balling
is a
serious responsibility. It’s a lot of fun, but we girls don’t take it
lightly.
We don’t want to hurt the boys. We feel responsible for their
well-being.”
“So how
do you
determine who gets to masturbate your brother?”
“We
generally take
turns. It just happens to be my turn. Besides, Ginny loves to watch.
She
probably has more pictures and videos of me doing him than I do of her
doing
him.”
“Oh,
OK, I guess.”
Fiona
got up and
walked down the hall, she opened her brother’s door and said, “Get
undressed,
I’m going to show mom how I ball you. Meet me downstairs in the
playroom.”
Her
sister hearing
the call, was already in the hall.
Fiona
turned to
her mom. “I think you have my ball. Where is it?”
“In my
bedroom.
I’ll get it.” By the time she got back, Jason was in the hall, naked.
Fiona
took Jason’s
penis in her hand and led him down the steps to the playroom. Laura
delighted
in the significance of that act. She thought, “How appropriate, women
have been
leading men around by their penises since the time of Eve.”
Once
down in the
playroom, Fiona gave the order, “Jason, stand here.” Jason did so
without
hesitation and instantly put his hands on his head.
Fiona
explained,
“For some boys, you have to tie their hands behind their backs so they
don’t
interfere. Boys literally can’t wait for us to finish and sometimes
break away
and try to take things into their own hands, so to speak. So we have to
tie
them up. We had to do this with Jason when we first started. He’s
better
trained now and keeps his hands on his head.
For
boys who
aren’t as well trained, we girls carry tie wraps to lash boys’ thumbs
together
behind their backs. The tie wraps are only a couple of inches long, fit
in your
purse or pocket and they are very effective.”
Fiona
put her hand
in the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a few. “I don’t leave home
without
them.” She repocketed them and continued her lesson, “Mom, stand in
front of
him and hold his penis like this.”
Laura
took her
son’s penis as her daughter showed him although she seemed reluctant to
touch
it. She giggled, “The last time I touched this, you were still too
young to
bathe yourself. I don’t think I’ve seen it since you were about 6. It’s
certainly gotten a lot bigger since then.”
Jason
blushed,
realizing that it was his mother who was now holding his penis.
She
noticed and
asked, “Is this uncomfortable for you? Doesn’t it bother you to be
naked in
front of the girls?”
“It
used to, but
getting balled feels so good, it’s worth it. Sometimes when I’m with
new girls
I feel a little funny, but I get used to it.
It’s OK
if you
touch me. I’ve been used to train other girls before. Fiona trained
Carol how
to do it, and Ginny used me to train a couple of her classmates.”
“Just
how many
girls have you done this with?”
“32.”
“32? So
precise.
How do you know?”
“I have
my
signature ball. Every boy has a signature ball. The first time a girl
does him,
he gets her to sign his ball. Us guys compare balls to see who has the
most
signatures or who has the hottest girls. Do you want to see mine?
Ohmigod,
you’ll have to sign it. I don’t think any other boy has his mom’s
signature on
his ball.”
Fiona
fielded this
one, “I think we need to keep this a family secret. Mom, just use your
first
name; most girls do. Nobody will know who that is. If anyone asks,
we’ll just
say that Laura is a friend of the family.”
Turning
to her
daughters Laura asked, “And what about you girls? Do you have a ball to
keep
track of how many boys you did?”
“Well
us girls are
anxious to get our names on as many balls as we can and I imagine most
girls
keep track in their diaries. I use a spreadsheet. At a sleepover at
Barbara
Dawson’s house, one of the girls had it. She said her sister’s
boyfriend is a
computer whiz and she made him make it up for her.
It’s
really neat.
You put the boys’ initials and name and date of birth on one page. Then
when
you do a boy, you enter in the date and the initials and how many times
you did
him that day and it does the rest. It looks up the boy’s name and even
computes
how old he is. For example, when we first started doing Jason, it said
he was
13. Now it shows 14.
And it
has a chart
that shows when you do boys and the cumulative total and another one
showing
the boys you’ve done and how many times you did them.
It’s
really cool.
Want to see it?”
“I’m
sure it is.
Maybe some other time,” Laura said. She was interested in seeing how
active her
daughter was and who she was doing but she had other things to think
about
today.
“Speaking
of
14-year-olds,” Laura asked, “how come Jason doesn’t have any hair
there? He’s
14 years old. He should have hair,” she asked Fiona even though Jason
was capable
of answering the question himself. It just seemed natural to ask her
daughter
since she seemed to be so much in charge.
“Some
of the girls
like their boys bald. I do. So does Penelope Scott. I think Jason likes
her.
He’s always hard around her and he’s trying to get her to ball him
every chance
he gets. The day she signed his ball, you think he was in heaven. If I
know
they are going to be together, I back off and let her do him.”
Turning
to Jason,
Laura asked, “I see. I notice you’ve been dating her a lot. She’s a
cute girl.
Is this what you do on your dates?”
Jason
just hung
his head.
“Don’t
get me
wrong, Jason. As I told your sister, if you’re doing this with her,
then you’re
not doing something else. Penelope’s 13 and perfectly capable of
getting
pregnant. So, I think this is a good idea. Also, Fiona tells me this is
the
reason you are nice to her and Ginny. I imagine this sort of thing
makes you
polite with other girls. That’s a good trait for a boy to have.”
“In
theory, any
girl can do any boy, but if a girl is particularly sweet on a boy, we
sort of
let her have her way with him.” Fiona continued.
Fiona
started her
lesson. “Now to make this work, you need to have the boy erected. As
you can
see, that’s not a problem with Jason. Now that he knows what to expect,
he gets
hard immediately. I guess it’s kind of like Pavlov and his dogs.
However,
if you
have to, you can simply bat the penis around with the ball for a little
bit like
this and it will get hard. You sometimes have to do that with a new boy
until
he’s ‘conditioned.’ After a while, the boys get so excited, that they
are
completely hard before they get out of their pants.”
Jason
was, of
course erected, so Fiona went on, “Hold the ball in the palm of your
hand like
this and cradle it with your fingers and put it under the penis like
so. Then
move your hand back and forth with a circular motion allowing it to rub
on the
underside of the penis.
You
sort of roll
it around under the head of his penis like this. It rolls around but
there’s
just a little resistance. The textured rubber surface on the ball
tickles it
and that’s what makes it work.”
This
was not at
all the technique Laura had envisioned.
By this
time Jason
was getting onto the plateau. He produced a drop of precum. Fiona
squeezed the
head of his penis to make the drop come out completely, wiped it off on
the
ball and held the ball up to Jason’s face.
Jason
licked and
sucked the ball clean.
“Ew,
yuck!” Laura
exclaimed, “That’s gross and it’s dirty.”
“It
isn’t gross
and it isn’t dirty. It’s a clean ball and he can’t catch anything he
doesn’t
already have. Besides men want women to take it, so what’s wrong with
swallowing a little precum? Besides, it’s a necessary part of the
process. When
he leaks, it’s a sign he’s getting excited. It means you have to back
off a bit
or you may make him cum prematurely. You don’t want to make him cum
until you
decide.
Licking
the ball
interrupts the masturbation enough to bring him down from the brink.
It’s sort
of like playing with a yo-yo, you bring him up and down over and over.
The more
you bring him up and down, the better he ejaculates. Boys like it when
you keep
them on the ball for a long time.
So
having him lick
the ball serves a couple of purposes: it cleans the ball so you can use
it
better. If it’s too slippery it doesn’t work as well. It provides the
necessary
‘break’ to keep him from cumming too soon. More importantly, it
enforces our female
superiority over them.”
Laura
felt twinge
in her crotch when she heard her daughter mention enforcing her female
superiority over her older brother and other boys. Up until now she was
buying
into the idea because it was all about keeping boys safe. She realized
that
there was more to it than that. It was about establishing female
supremacy. It
was strange that she was learning this from her daughters.
“Most
boys don’t
like licking, but once you convince them that it’s necessary and they
won’t get
it off unless they do it, they come around. Also, when they see other
boys
doing it, they’re less hesitant. If you can get a boy to lick the ball,
you can
get him to do anything you want.
There
are even
boys who lick the ball entirely clean after they cum all over it.
‘Licker
boys,’ as we call them, are really popular with us girls and move up in
masturbation ranking.”
“I say
again, ‘Ew,
yuck.’ Your brother doesn’t do that, does he?”
“He
used to not do
it, but he did it for Penelope and now he does it all the time.”
“What’s
this about
a masturbation ranking?”
“Well,
that’s not
an official thing. It’s not like we assign a number to it. It’s just
that some
boys are more popular than others. A lot of a boy’s popularity depends
on how
well he submits to what us girls tell them to do and how well they
obey, not
only when being masturbated, but at all times. Licker boys are very
popular. It
means they’ll do anything a girl asks them.
Boys
who lick up
their semen from the girls’ balls get balled first and more often and
for
longer than boys who refuse to do it. The boys know it, and us girls
are pretty
good about enforcing this rule. After a while, most of the boys come
around.
Jason
used to not
want to do it for Ginny and me because we’d be the only one who see
him. He
doesn’t get a lot of points with the other girls if he does it in
private. A
boy’s popularity rating goes up if he does it in front of as many girls
as
possible. He does it now because we told him we like it and it’s good
practice
for him. Besides we go out of our way to tell the other girls how
well-behaved
he is.”
“As
many girls as
possible? Just how many girls would that be?”
“Nancy
Belk had 9
other girls over for her 11th birthday
sleepover. They saw her
brother and her cousin do it. Or so I’m told. That story gets bigger
every time
she tells it, but all the other girls there back her up on that the
boys did
it.
And
it’s not just
the ball. Another time one boy shot his stuff all over the hand of the
girl who
masturbated him and her leg and her sneaker and some hit and the ground
in
front of her. He licked every bit of it up. Needless to say, he’s her
favorite
and he is in great demand with other girls as well.”
“You
seem to know
quite a bit about this.”
“I’ve
‘broken’ a
couple of boys before. The hardest part is getting them to let you do
it at all
for the first time. Boys are their own worst enemies when it comes to
that.
Usually a boy hears about it from another boy and just has to try it
out.
Normally
we don’t
do boys alone for the first time. Us girls conduct a breaking in
ceremony.
We’ll usually set them up with another girl and boy. Once he sees the
other boy
getting balled, it’s easier for him to join in.
There
is no lack
of boys. Once a boy is into this, he is keen to bring other boys along.
Recruiting a new boy helps them with their masturbation rating. And of
course
it is fun for us girls so we’re constantly bringing in sisters,
cousins,
classmates …”
All the
while, Fiona
kept Jason going as she talked casually to her mom, stopping every
minute or so
to have him lick the ball clean.
“Wow,
you’ve been
at it for 15 minutes at least. And he’s still hard and he hasn’t cum.
How long
can you keep doing it?”
“You
know Danny
Peel? Well his sister and Ginny and I did him one day. We got tired,
but he
didn’t. We would take turns keeping him hard and dripping. We must have
kept at
it for two hours.”
“And
he’s a horny
teenager. Wow!”
“Usually
15
minutes to 30 minutes is enough.”
“How do
you make
him cum?”
“Oh,
that’s easy.
Just ignore the dripping. Once the ball gets slick you can rub a little
harder
and faster.” As if on cue, Jason produced another drop of precum.
Instead of having
him lick the ball, Fiona grabbed the ball and smeared his precum on
both the
ball and his penis. She also increased the tempo of her rubbing.”
Jason
stiffened
and announced, “I’m cumming,”. About a second later he shot his load.
Laura,
holding the base of his penis, could feel the fluid pulsing through it.
It was
almost like a fire hose as she tried to hold it steady for her daughter.
Fiona
laughed, “We
make the boys tell us when they are cumming. It alerts the other girls
so they
can watch. Also you have to be careful where you aim that thing when
you do
this. You don’t want to be standing in front of it when it goes off.
Keep
rubbing until nothing else comes out.”
Laura
watched as
her son produced jet after jet of cum. She was surprised that he could
do it
for so long and shot it so far. As impressive has Ted’s cum had been
last
night, this Jason’s cum was nearly twice as large. She wondered whether
it was
because he was a teenager or because of the special technique by which
Fiona
masturbated him. She imagined what it would have felt like to have that
much
semen pumped up inside her with such force.
“And
that’s it?”
“Well,
you do have
to make the boy clean up his mess.” She held up the cum-soaked ball to
Jason’s
face. “Lick it, boy.” She commanded.
Laura
screwed up
her face as she watched him stick his tongue out to lap at the ball. At
first
he just stuck it out as far as he could and Fiona played with it
swirling the
ball around it in much the same way she manipulated the ball around his
penis.
Then it was to spread his precum over the ball. Now it was to clean it.
Once
she got most of
his cum off the ball by this method, she simply said, “kiss it” and
Jason
finished up by putting his lips to the rubber and sucking it clean.
Laura
made mental
notes. She was going to do this to Ted. She knew he would object, but
that made
it all the more appealing. She knew that if she could get him to cum a
couple
of times on the ball, she would break his will. It should be easy.
Based on his
reactions last night, she already knew he was looking forward to the
next time
she had a rubber ball in her hand.
“If
he’s not going
to lick all of it up then you have to use more conventional methods. I
don’t
have Jason lick the floor. I have Jason down on his hands and knees
with a rag
and a bucket. Also, even though he’s a great ball licker, he has to
wash the
ball so it is good and clean for the next play session.”
“I
always wondered
how the floor down here stayed so clean.”
Laura
thought, “I
didn’t wash the ball and it had Ted’s cum all over it. All I did was
wipe it
with some tissues. And Jason licked and sucked that same ball. Better
that he
never know.
“Will
any ball
do?”
“There
are several
kinds, but the most popular kinds are like this: they are rubber and
hollow and
lightweight and bounce high.” She emphasized the point by giving the
ball a
good bounce off the floor.
She
continued her
instruction, “Some have either a textured rubber surface or a smooth
one. Girls
constantly experiment with different kinds of balls: I even saw one
girl use a
solid rubber handball. But most girls use a ball like this. It depends
on the
kind of masturbation you’re doing.”
“How
many kinds of
masturbation are there?”
“Oh, we
sometimes
have contests to see how far we can shoot a boy, or how much we can
make him
cum. Different balls and different rubbing techniques yield different
results.
Just stick with this kind of ball and what I showed you. It’s the best
for a
beginner. As you get more skills, you can try different balls and
experiment
with different techniques.”
The
girl turned to
her brother, “Jason, we’re done here for the moment. Go clean up your
mess and
recharge. Mom has to have her turn.”
“Thank
you Miss
Fiona.”
“Miss
Fiona?”
“Yeah
mom, it’s
another thing we girls make the boys do. They have to call us ‘Miss’
and treat
us with respect.”
“But
you’re
younger than him.”
“It
doesn’t matter
whether the girl is 10 or 20 or how old the boy is. She deserves to be
called
‘Miss’ simply because she’s a girl and he’s a boy.”
Mrs.
Johnson
smiled, “I kind of like that. How long does it take him to recharge?”
“That
depends on
the boy. Jason is pretty quick. We can ‘turn’ him in about 15 minutes,
but
usually we let him rest for a half hour. Actually we usually ‘tickle
him up’ –
that is, bring him up and down a couple of times and leave him hard –
and make
him wait until the next day. A boy who is left wanting is a boy who
treats his
sisters extra nice.” Both she and Ginny giggled at that.
The
girls and
their mom waited and chatted about school, shopping and other
mother-daughter
types of conversation as the naked Jason cleaned up his mess. The half
hour
went quickly and soon it was Laura Wilson on the controlling end of the
rubber.
She was
a good
student, and had learned much from the demonstration. She had him hard
and
dripping in a moment and was not hesitant at all offering the ball to
his lips
to have him lick it clean. Fiona and even Ginny chimed in from time to
time
with some advice that their mom incorporated into her masturbation
technique.
She was
at it for
a while, when she heard Fiona say, “I think that’s enough mom. You can
push him
over the edge now. Spread his precum and pick up the tempo of your
rubbing.”
Laura
did as her
daughter suggested. Soon she saw her son’s body stiffen up. His already
hard
penis swelled. She could feel it getting even stiffer in the fingers of
her
other hand that was clamping down at the base. She felt the first gush
passing
through the shaft as Jason let out a groan and managed a, “I’m
cumming,”
shooting his semen onto the ball and his mother’s hand. She was
surprised by
how hot it felt.
“Keep
rubbing.
Keep rubbing,” her daughters cheered. “Pump him dry.”
She
kept rubbing
as Jason shot wave after wave of cum onto the ball. Finally there was
nothing
left to come out. His penis was convulsing with what the girls referred
to as
“dry heaves.”
“Wow,
that was
great,” Laura exclaimed, “Your father rarely comes twice in one night,
much
less twice in the same hour.” In her excitement, she forgot who her
audience
was. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
“It’s
OK mom,”
Fiona replied, “Teen boys have a lot of cum potential. We can make them
cum
over and over and over although after a while even they get worn out.
Little
boys, dry cummers, can do it more, but they’re not as much fun to do.
We do
them so they are totally enslaved by the time they hit puberty. It also
gives
their little sisters an opportunity for some training.”
Laura
looked at
the clock. She had been masturbating her horny teenaged son for over 20
minutes. She was having so much fun that she could have sworn it was
only one.
Ted had never lasted that long. Now that she knew what to do, that
would
change. Taking her daughter’s lead, she held the ball up for Jason to
lick clean
and then ordered Jason to perform the rest of the clean up. She was
tickled
when he called her “Miss Laura” instead of “mom.”
Laura,
Fiona and
Ginny left Jason to his task as retreated upstairs. “Shall I make you
girls
some tea?” Laura was reluctant to slip back into her role as mother.
She was
enjoying the special sisterly bonding with her daughters. She had felt
something like it with her own sisters at a younger age, but not in
such as
sexually-charged environment.
“Mom,
you need to
get a couple of balls of your own. I mean, it’s sort of personal.
Sometimes us
girls will share balls and boys with each other but that’s because
we’re
friends.”
“I want
to thank
you girls for showing me what to do. I will use this information
wisely. I will
remember our deal. If any time you have any questions about sex, please
come to
me and I will answer them honestly. If I have any questions about sex,
I will
come to you and expect you to answer them honestly.
We will
keep our
actual sex lives separate otherwise. You have my blessings to use your
brother
– or any other boy – this way. I will not interfere and as long as you
are
discrete, I will look the other way. I can see that you are mature
girls and
know what you are doing.”
“Is
there anything
else you’d like to know, mom.”
“Not at
this time,
girls.”
“Oh and
mom?”
“Yes,
Fiona.”
“You
still have to
sign Jason’s ball.”
Jason
hustled off
to get his signature ball. He came back and presented it to Miss Laura.
As she
looked at it she recognized the names and the handwriting of her nieces
and, of
course, her daughters. She turned it around and around noticing the
names of the
dozens of other girls who had masturbated her son. It gave her a
feeling of
satisfaction and bonding with these girls as she found a space to put
her name.
She
handed the
ball back to Jason saying, “You should be proud of yourself for making
so many
girls happy.”
“Oh no,
Miss
Laura; they’re the ones who made me happy.”
None of
them
mother, daughters nor son wanted to break the mood. It was a magical
moment
where Laura and Fiona and Ginny were peers and Jason their sexual
servant.
However, they had to revert back to their real-life selves.
The
girls had each
other. Laura would have to go it on her own.
The
girls smiled,
knowing that they had made another convert. They may not talk about it,
but
every time they’d see their mom or dad, they’d think differently of
them.
As she
watched her
daughters walk away, Laura nodded and made a mental note: trip to toy
store,
pick up a couple of rubber balls just like Fiona’s: trip to hardware
store pick
up tie wraps. Both fit nicely in the nightstand beside the bed. Is Ted
going to
be in for a surprise tonight!
-=o=-
Ted
stood in front
of the bed, his thumbs bound behind him with the tie wraps. He thought
it kind
of kinky when Laura first put them on him, but he found it somewhat
exciting
and could feel his penis inflating inside his pants.
Laura
bound him
and then pushed him back on the bed where he landed with a thud and an
“oomph!”
as the air was knocked out of him. For some reason this excited him
even more
as his wife took on a more commanding presence. She lifted his feet
onto the
bed, undid his belt and pulled down his pants. Next came his underwear
which
she removed tantalizingly slow.
Ted had
gotten
undressed in front of his wife on countless occasions, yet this was the
first
time she had taken control of the activity.
“And
now, big boy,
I’m going to have some fun with you. Wait here,” she said to her
partially
naked husband.
Laura
went off
into the bathroom and came back wearing her nightie: the one Ted knew
that she
always wore when she wanted sex. His penis, already standing tall,
sprang into
complete hardness.
Laura
looked at
him lying there helpless and felt that tingle she felt the night before
and
again with her son this afternoon. Last night she was scared; she
didn’t know
what was going to happen or why she had these feelings. Sharing the
experience
with her daughters made her more confident. Now she was excited, as she
knew
she was in control and that whatever happened, happened because she
wanted it
to happen.
She
opened the
draw to the nightstand and took out the ball. She bounced it a couple
of times
on the hardwood floor.
“Oh,
that thing
again,” Ted said. “I really liked when you used it on me the other
night.”
She
smiled at him
and said, “I know, Ted. I know.”
To Ted,
the ball
was just a toy. To Laura the ball meant a lot more. She thought back to
her
daughters and her son. How her macho, unruly son was tamed by mere
girls –
little girls at that. She saw firsthand how submissively he obeyed his
younger
sisters’ commands. And the girls told her that this was the way it was
with all
the girls and boys who played with balls this way.
She
tickled his
penis with it until a trickle of precome appeared. She wiped it onto
the ball
with a flick of her wrist and then offered it to his lips saying, “lick
it.” He
refused, so she went back to work to coax out the next drop. She
offered it
again and said, “lick it.” Again he refused.
Again
and again
she milked precome from his penis and again and again she made the
offer for
him to clean it with his tongue. Finally, he pleaded, “Come on dear,
make me
cum like you did last night.” She didn’t answer him.
She
merely held
the ball before his face. He asked, “Do I have to?” Silently, she went
back to
his penis and picked up the drop of precum already there. This time
when she
offered the pre-cum soaked ball to him, he licked it. She had won. She
had
broken him.
This
was the
moment she was waiting for. Seeing how her daughters tamed her unruly
son, she
knew the power she now had in her hands. She wanted that same level of
submission from her husband. She wanted him to be as obedient to her
commands
as her son was to her daughters’ commands. As she went back to work on
his
penis she said, “Remember that. If you want this from now on, you will
do
exactly as I say both in the bedroom and out of it.”
Laura
got her
husband thoroughly hooked on rubber ball masturbation. He became her
sexual
slave in the bedroom. He was never a fan of performing oral sex on her,
but
just the mere mention of the rubber ball, and he was kneeling between
her legs
performing like a pro.
Until
this point
in her life, Laura never dreamed that she would be a woman that could
experience so many orgasms. What a turn-around from her sex life with
her
prematurely ejaculating husband.
The
more she got
into female domination, the more she liked it and was soon spanking her
husband
for misbehavior. These didn’t come as often as she would have liked
since they
were noisy events and the kids were around. Most of the time, it was a
few
swats on his bare behind, but that was merely the prelude to a
punishment that
had to be put off until the kids were out of the house.
The
kids liked
this policy since they suddenly started getting “movie money” on
Saturdays.
Whether they ever figured out that this was daddy’s punishment time,
Laura
never wanted to know.
Now
that she had
established her dominance in the bedroom, it was time to extend it to
the rest
of her household. The kids, being in the know, caught on immediately
and looked
the other way while silently smiling to themselves.
It was
quite
obvious that he did the laundry and the ironing; he did the vacuuming
and
dusting; he cleaned up after dinner and he took Laura shopping whenever
she
wanted even though “the big game” was on TV.
The
kids giggled
when their mom gave their dad “the look” and he immediately and
sheepishly
stopped whatever he was doing.
To Ted,
the ball was
fetish object with great power to satisfy him sexually. To Laura it was
the
tool she was going to use to turn him into a husband even her sisters
would
envy. She knew that eventually they would ask and eventually she would
tell
them. They would be shocked to know what their daughters were doing to
their
sons and other boys. But for the moment, she would enjoy her secret.
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