Jacking With Jack 3

Jacking With Jack: The Cure for Male Masturbation 3

By Gerste

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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"Yeah, my finger also stinks after I stuck it up Jack's butthole awhile," echoed a second girl, likewise holding up her index finger and sniffing it.

Jack could not believe their obtuseness. In exasperation, he exclaimed, "Of course your goddamned finger stinks. That's the poophole, for fuck's sake!"

Mrs. Dolhurstel glared at her obstreperous boy with a steely stare which reminded Jack that control trumped logic here.

Mrs. Dolhurstel: "You just earned yourself a spanking, you petulant child! And that'll be quite enough of that swearing!"

Juck brooded a bit before realizing that a bath might actually be a reprieve from the present molestation massal. So he said, "On second thought, mom, maybe a bath is not such a bad idea." "At least I'll get some privacy there," he thought.

Mrs. Dolhurstel countenance brightened as she replied, "That's the spirit, boy!" Then turning her gaze towards the masses, she said, "Girls, who of you would like to assist Jack in his bath?"

Jack's heart sank once again. Then he came to himself and thought, sulking, "How stupid of me to think they'd give me a break? Will I ever get rid of these bitches?"

At Mrs. Dolhurstel's earnest inquery, almost every girl's hand shot up in anticipation, including those of Jack's female cousin, Gertrude (Dale's 13 year old sister) and Dorothy, little Vince's nine year old twin sister. Mrs. Dolhurstel chose the latter two and six others. These latter six were selected at random from the sea of hands.

Mrs. Dolhurstel: "Right then, you eight girls will lead Jack into the bathroom, draw a bath, and prepare him for his bath. I will be in shortly to give him his enema. He needs to be cleaned inside as well as out. His rectum stinks."

"What's a rectum?" asked one bright eyed, inquisitive girl, among the selection.

"What's a enemaus?" asked a second such.

Mrs. Dolhurstel replied gingerly, "You will see. We are going to make sure this little rugrat no longer has a stinky asshole."

The girls giggled, as Jack cringed. While he did not know exactly what this all meant, he still had a bad feeling about it just the same, inversely proportional to their glee.

As the eight volunteer girls led away their lamb to the "slaughter," one of them pulling on his penis and ordering him to keep in step, Mrs. Dolhurstel turned her attention back to the poor lads before her.

She continued her inquest: "Now where was I? Oh yes, We were just about to ascertain whether these little shits are as guilty of jacking off as Jack."

As she spoke, the three fidgeting boys were already fully erect from all of the fondling they were receiving from the girls around them.

"Now remember, girls," she continued, "You are looking for signs of compression: any dents or asemmetry, or concave indentations."

The girls didn't know exactly what she meant, but their intuitive skills took over as they each took turns examing the boys' erections.

"What the fuck!" said a red-faced 11 year old Mikey, as a girl kept yanking on his turgid phallus. "Don't yank the fucker off!"

The girl slapped the peevish boy for having the gall to protest. On seeing, Mrs. Dolhurstel commended her, "That's right, Rachel, show the boy his place!"

After every girl had examined the three boys for signs of masturbation, they reported to Mrs. Dolhurstel their "findings."

"Mrs. Dolhurstel," said one particularly articulate girl, "We have discussed it amongst ourselves and are satisfied that these boys are telling the truth when they say they have not masturbated."

"Nonsense!" snapped Mrs. Dolhurstel. "Boys ALWAYS jack themselves. They're dirty little shits, every one of them."

"Well," resumed the girl, "We didn't find any 'dents.' "

Mrs. Dolhurstel turned back to the boys and said, "So, you boys are innocent, ARE you."

The three nodded obsequiously, hoping in vain to resume their normal, "CLOTHED" status. But once more, Mrs. Dolhurstel was having none of it.

"So innocent, are you? Pure as the driven snow, are you?" Her sardonic tone blended with a sacharine lacquer of false sincerity to give it an air of credibility, calculated to set them up for false hope.

"Well, if you boys are so goddamned pure, you must be repressed. For that arrogant pride, you will be punished. You don't deserve clothes, you damned hypocrites!"

The boys looked like they were trying to make sense of her convoluted logic. Their cute faces crinkled, and their brows creased, under their obvious confusion.

"So," braved 12 year old Dale Huzxel, cousin to Jack, "If we masturbated, like Jack, we would be punished for jacking off. If we didn't, we would be punished for NOT jacking off? Is that what you're saying?"

Mikey: "What the fuck!"

"First of all, boys," she continued, condescendingly, "Your absence of covering is not due to desert on your part. It is for propriety. It is PROPER that boys be naked at all times, since they have nothing to hide. Second of all, it befits your punishment, since you boys are denying your nature by resisting masturbation."

Dale: "So yes, you mean, we ARE being punished for not masturbating, just as Jack is being punished FOR masturbating."

Mikey: "What the fuck!"

Mrs. Dolhurstel was incensed that they would have the audacity to bring logic to bear on the subject, when it was clearly beside the point! She said in an angry tone, "We shall put your purity to the test! Girls, you will take turns jacking each boy off. Every time one of them 'spits' out of his penis [by which she meant to refer to their ejaculation], he will be punished with the belt. We shall keep track."

Mikey: "What the fuck!"

Three girls each grabbed a penis, after prying it out of the hands of their penultimate molesters, and began jerking it.

After a short while, each boy achieved orgasm. For nine year old Vince, this was a dry orgasm. But for his cousin Dale (12) and brother Mikey (11), this was a full fledged ejactulation.

Mrs. Dolhurstel: "That's one punishment a piece for Dale and Mikey."

Dale: "That's not fair. Little Vince can't even cum yet. He's too young."

Mrs. Dolhurstel: "Okay. You want 'fair.' Every time you're punished, he's punished too."

At this, Vince began crying.

As the boys' molestation continued, the law of diminishing returns went into effect, as each ejaculation became less and less pleasurable; until finally, they were downright excruciating. The boys begged the girls to stop, but the girls just kept coming, and the boys, cumming (dry cumming, that is, after awhile). "I'm so fucking angry," blurted Dale, in a fucking angry voice.

Mrs. Dolhurstel was in Epicurean heaven with all the strained groaning and screams coming from the anguished boys. And the masturbation sessions were only half done, judging from the number of girls who had not yet had a turn. Just then, Mrs. Dolhurstel heard screams from a fourth boy, issuing from the bathroom. She looked to the bathroom door, when it occurred to her that she had almost forgotten about Jack's bath and enema.

She turned to her sister, Mrs. Huzxel, and said, "Adrienne, would you be a dear and take over while I check on Jack's bath?"

Mrs. Huzxel: "Why certainly, darling. I would be only too happy to oversee these boys' torment."

After winking at her sister, Mrs. Dolhurstel made her way to the bathroom. When she had entered the bathroom, she immediately perceived the cause of Jack's shrieks. He was in the bathtub, which was full of water, with his buttocks up in the air and his anus greeting the open air, as a girl vigorously scrubbed his rectum with his toothbrush. The handle, held by her, protruded out of his gaping anus, while girls peered inside him, and the one holding the toothbrush scrubbed away. Apparently, this is how the girls interpreted her meaning about "cleaning Jack" inwardly. Beside herself with rapturous joy, Mrs. Dolhurstel smiled before she spoke...

TO BE CONTINUED

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