Miss Sandra Chapter 2

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 view such material, please leave now.
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Miss Sandra is a story of a boy whose addiction to being sexually pleased by a young girl leads to his downfall and enslavement.

Chapter 2
-=Sandra Takes Control=-

I had all week to think about how the girls played with my penis. I couldn’t wait to get to Sandra’s house, be dropped off, and have our parents leave. I don’t think the car got out of the driveway when I asked, “Eileen, can you do that thing with me that you did last week?”

“You mean jerk you off?”

I looked at her puzzled.

“You know, hand job.”

“Yeah, that’s it: a hand job.”

“I don’t really want to. That was kind of special. I was just doing it to show Kathy how it’s done.”

“Please?”

“No, you’re just a little boy. You’re no fun for me, you don’t even cum. I get enough penis play with my boyfriend.”

I was crushed until I heard the young feminine voice beside me, “I’ll do it.”

I looked at her, “Sandra?”

Sandra looked at Eileen, “Is it OK?”

“Sure. Do you remember what to do?”

Sandra nodded and then turned to me, “Yes, I’ll do it but this time I want to watch you get undressed.”

I started to stammer but Eileen pitched in, “You heard the girl. If you want her to do it, you do it like she says. Also I want you out here in the living room where I can keep an eye on the both of you. I might not want to do you myself, but this should be fun to watch. If you want you can get undressed in Sandra’s room, but I want you out here.”

“Why?” I asked

“Because Sandra and I are girls. Remember, this is a very special ‘big girl’ game. When it comes to this; girls make the rules and boys obey them.”

I nodded and said, “OK.” I was willing to go along with anything to get my hand job.

Sandra took me by my hand and led me to her bedroom. I had been naked here before, so it didn’t feel so bad. As I undressed, I could almost feel Sandra’s eyes on my flesh.

When I got down to the all important part, I looked at her and she just said, “Take them off,” with a voice that I had never heard her use. It was so confident and authoritative. She was so sure of herself doing this.

As I slid my underwear down, I was surprised. I was already erected. I couldn’t tell what caused it. Perhaps it was the embarrassment of being naked, or maybe it was the anticipation of feeling Sandra’s talented hands on my penis.

She smiled at me and said, “Come on, let’s get back out to Eileen.” She grabbed my penis and I followed.

When we got into the living room Eileen looked up from the book she was reading and said, “Atta girl, that’s pretty good. Us girls have been leading boys around by their dicks probably since Eve.”

“Dicks?”

“Well, that’s one name for it. Penis is the correct term, but it sound so text-bookish. So sometimes when we’re in a dirty mood, us girls call it a dick or a cock.”

Sandra nodded.

Sandra had me lay down on the couch and started manipulating my penis. She asked, “Eileen, am I doing this right?”

“Keep doing it, honey. You’re doing fine. Every girl develops her own style. I had one of boyfriends tell me that he liked the way I did it better than any of the other girls who did him. You look like you have a great technique. You’re going to have them squirting by the bucket load someday. They’ll be lined up with penises pointing towards the sky for you.”

Sandra blushed at this praise heaped upon her by the older girl. But I wasn’t in a position to complain. She did, indeed, have an exquisite touch. It felt good from the second she touched me all the way through my orgasm. Eileen was right when she said that each girl was different.

I liked the way Eileen and Kathy did me. They really made me feel good, and I would never turn down an offer from either girl to do me again. But Sandra was completely different. While it felt good no matter which girl was doing me, Sandra made me feel good almost immediately and took me to a higher level of pleasure when it did happen.

I lay there on the couch, blissfully drifting towards my own pleasure island propelled by her tiny hand. I’m glad that she did this to me when I was laying down. She made me giddy, and dizzy and weak all at once.

I stayed naked all the time I was there and Sandra did me two more times that night.

This became a weekly ritual for the three of us. I would get naked as soon as the adults left and Sandra would play with me. Sometimes Eileen would supervise and have some comments for Sandra.

As time went on, I noticed a subtle change in Sandra. At first it was I who asked for, and got, “my pleasures.” However Sandra started to take more control with every week that passed. More and more we did it her way on her terms and when she wanted to do it. Eileen was pleased with her progress and praised her.

The two girls started having talks, sometimes in private when Eileen would dismiss me to another room, “This is for girls only,” she would tell me. But very often, they would talk in front of me too.

On one of these more open occasions, Sandra asked Eileen, “How did you learn how to do this?”

“My older sister showed me.”

“How did she learn how to do it?”

“I think my Cousin Barbara showed her how to do it. They went away together to a Girl Scout camp when they were 12 and when she came back she couldn’t wait to show me.”

Sandra giggled, “They don’t teach us things like this in the Brownies.”

It was Eileen’s turn to laugh, “No, I don’t recall seeing a merit badge for masturbation.”

“Masterbation?”

“Mas-tur-ba-tion,” Eileen said deliberately. “That what it’s called when a girl gives a hand job to a boy. Sometimes they call it jerking off, but that’s usually when boys do it to themselves.”

“A boy can do this to himself?”

“Of course they can. They can reach their penises with their hands. But they like it better when a girl does them.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s kind of funny. I mean the boys are all embarrassed and stuff to let us girls see their cocks, but they are happy to take it out so we can play with them. We must feel different to them or something. I’ve had boys tell me that they can’t make themselves feel as good doing it by themselves. That’s what makes this whole thing work. If a boy wants to feel really good, he has to find a girl to do him. He has to be nice to her, or she won’t do him.”

“Wow. How many boys have you had?”

“My sister taught me when I was about your age. I did a number of boys at first. Mostly little boys like Ryan. It was just a fun thing to do. I did it mostly because I could. I was surprised at the number of boys that would let me do them. Then when I started dating, I started doing my boyfriends and they could squirt. Now, I never have to worry about getting a boyfriend. They know I can do it really good, so I have guys calling me up for dates all the time.”

“Does this mean that Ryan is my boyfriend?”

“Only if you want him to be. You can do this with boys who are ‘just friends’ too. I do it to my cousin all the time. He likes the change of pace from when his sisters do him.”

“His sisters do him?”

“Oh yeah. I don’t think there’s a girl in my family who doesn’t know how to do this except my Cousin Ginny. She’s only 5. It will be a while before someone teaches her.

Jason’s 14 and his sister Nadine is 12 and Jessica is 10. They had to cut back now that he has a girlfriend. They know he should be saving it all up for her.”

“Saving it?”

“Yeah, when boys get old enough to squirt, they can’t do it all the time. They have to wait in between before you can do them again. You can only do them so many times a day.”

“How old do you think Ryan would have to be before he can squirt?”

“It varies from boy to boy, but boys start squirting somewhere between 12 and 13.”

Sandra frowned, “But Ryan’s only 10. I don’t want to wait for another 2 or 3 years.”

“Would you like to see a big boy squirt?”

Sandra nodded.

“I think I can talk my boyfriend into coming over for a ‘show and tell.’”

Sandra jumped up and down. “Could you?”

“I’ll call him right now, but you have to promise not to tell anyone he was over here. If anyone finds out and asks, tell them that he brought my English book over and left immediately. OK?”

“OK. I won’t tell.”

The girls looked at me. “What?”

“You’re not telling, are you?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Sandra’s hand on your penis or my hand on your butt.”

I saw the logic of her argument and needed no more additional convincing. “Sure.”

Eileen stabbed at her cell phone.

Our end of the conversation went like this. “Bobby? Yeah. You want me to do you tonight? … Yeah, now. … 33 Rosewood Road. Oh and another thing. Why don’t you take it out now and take a picture of it and send it to me. … and make sure it’s hard … I don’t care who you are with … So tell him you have something more important to do … I don’t care where you are. … So find a stall in the bathroom …Sheesh, do I have to tell you everything? … Because I said so. You do want to get it off, don’t you? … Yeah, OK. See you then.”

“You’re making him take a picture of his penis?” Sandra asked.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because I can. You got to keep boys in line and let them know who’s boss from time to time. Remember, girls rule!”

A couple of minutes later her phone pinged. She brought up the picture and looked at it and giggled. She showed it to Sandra and me.

“Boy that’s big,” Sandra said. She was right. It certainly looked that way unless his hands were half my size.

About 15 minutes later, we heard a car pull up. The doorbell rang and Eileen answered it. Bobby walked in.

“Hey, what’s with the kids? And why is he naked?”

“For the same reason you’re going to get naked,” Eileen replied, “So he can get off like you.”

“Him? He can’t cum. Why would you want to do him?”

“I don’t do him. Sandra does him, and him is named Ryan. She’s Sandra.”

“So where do you want to do it? Bobby asked.

“Right here.”

“Here? In the living room?”

“Yes.”

“In front of the kids? But she’ll see,” Bobby said pointing at Sandra.

“So what? She obviously knows what boys look like,” Eileen replied, pointing at naked me.

“Oh no. I’m not going to do it.”

“OK, suit yourself. I can see the bulge in your pants from here. I bet you got hard as soon as you saw my number on your phone. But if you want to go home with blue balls, that’s up to you. But I tell you if you do, I’m not going to lay a hand on you if you know what I mean. And don’t try getting any sympathy from any of my friends. We girls stick together.

Besides you took it out in front of Kathy.”

“That’s different. She was doing Gary.”

“So you boys should be used to having another girl see you.”

“But she’s just a little girl!” he complained pointing to me again.

“Her age doesn’t matter. She IS a girl, and that’s all that matters. I’m a girl, too so you better listen. These are my terms. Take them or leave them. You know that if you want to cum, you have to do it my way.”

Bobby just stood there.

Finally Eileen said, “So what will it be, Bobby? I’m getting impatient. If you don’t want to do it for me, I’ll find a boy who will.”

I couldn’t believe how firmly and confidently Eileen ordered Bobby around. Sandra picked up on this too with a grin on her face.

“OK, I’ll do it,” Bobby eventually admitted.

“Wise choice,” Eileen responded with a sweet smile, “I wouldn’t want to have to use my hand to spank you. I’d rather use it on you somewhere else.”

Sandra and I watched as Bobby undid his belt and lowered his pants.

Eileen was on him, “All your clothes. I want you completely naked,”

“We never did that before.”

“I’m in charge, and I’m changing the rules. We’re doing it this way now and any time I want. Right now, I want you as naked as Ryan over there. And when you are done, stand on the rug in the center of the room and put your hands on your head.”

“What?”

“What part of my instructions did you not understand? I will go over it again.”

“N-nothing,” Bobby muttered.

“Well then, let’s lose the clothes, shall we?”

It might have taken only 30 seconds or so for Bobby to undress but it all seemed to be in slow motion. Soon he was standing on the rug facing Eileen with his hands on his head.

“Mmm, nice body,” she commented. “You’ve been working out, I see. Now turn around and show Sandra what you have.”

Sandra and I were sitting on the couch together, yet I was not even addressed. It was like Eileen said, “Turn around and show Sandra and the couch what you have.”

Bobby was every bit as big as his picture promised and he had hair down there. Also I could see a pair of balls hanging down behind his penis. Sandra was breathing hard next to me.

“OK Sandra, why don’t you come and sit next to me while I show you what to do.” I took that invitation to include me as well.

Eileen, grabbed his penis, and started to rub up and down except unlike the time she did me, she used her whole hand. I noticed that after a while the tip of his penis and the top of her hand were wet. Had he peed on her? It didn’t seem so. Both of them seemed to expect it.

Eileen was there on the spot with an explanation. “This wet stuff is called pre-cum. It means Booby is getting really excited and I’m getting close. Boys drip this stuff before they cum.”

She kept rubbing and the pre-cum took on a frothy appearance like an egg white that was beaten.

I could recognize the telltale signs of impending orgasm in Bobby. His body got stiff. His breathing became irregular. With a grunt, he shot an arc of white stuff from the end of his penis. It must have gone 6 feet! He gasped again and shot again. He must have done this 6 or 7 times with each squirt being slightly less than the previous until he was just pushing out a few drops on each pulse.

That must have been the signal Eileen was looking for because she stopped. She held her hand out. It had his stuff on it. “Kiss it clean,” she ordered.

“Yuck, that just came out of his pee hole. How could he do that?” I thought. I looked at Sandra. Her face was scrunched up with a look of disgust.

Bobby, on the other hand, apparently knew what he had to do as he said, “Yes. Miss Eileen.”

“MISS Eileen?” I thought. How formal.

“Licking his cum off my hand is a touch of my own,” Eileen said, “I don’t know if other girls make their boys do this. It lets him know that I’m in charge. I’m going to make all my boyfriends do it from now on. I showed Kathy and she makes Gary do it too.”

I looked again at Sandra. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was hanging open.

“You get to do him next,” Eileen said to her.

“Hey, you didn’t say anything about a little girl touching me,” Bobby protested.

“I also didn’t say anything about a little girl not touching you either. Look, you know that you have to listen to me, and that you always come around to my way of thinking – eventually. So why fight me on this. Your penis is mine to do with what I want. If I want to lend it out to another girl so she can practice, you don’t have anything to say about it except, ‘Yes, Miss Eileen.’”

Bobby bowed his head submissively and quietly said, “Yes, Miss Eileen.” Eileen was really putting him in his place.

Sandra clapped her hands together and squealed, “Can I really?”

“Of course dear, but Bobby has to recharge. I’ll get him back up and keep him excited for you. Why don’t you practice on Ryan while we wait.”

Eileen did her usual marvelous job on me, and the four of us: two naked boys and two fully-clothed girls watched some TV.

At the end of the program, Eileen simply announced, “OK, it’s time.”

Bobby tried to protest, “But she’s just a kid!”

“She’s a girl, and she’s old enough.”

I watched as Sandra grabbed his penis. It looked so large in her tiny hands. There was no need to make it hard. I guess Bobby was like me in this respect; it got hard just thinking about it.

Eileen got her phone and took a picture of Sandra masturbating Booby. Bobby didn’t seem to mind at all. Apparently he was used to having Eileen taking naked pictures of him. Sandra was the one who complained, “What are you doing?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m just sending it to Kathy and Mary Beth. We swap pictures of our boyfriends all the time.”

Sandra demonstrated her skill as her hand moved up and down the shaft. Bobby threw his head back and let out with an occasional moan. She kept working him and he slowly became stiffer and stiffer and almost seemed to be crying.

Finally, he let out a growl, and stuff went flying all over the place. “Keep pumping him,” Eileen warned. Sandra kept at it for at least a minute. By this time Bobby was gasping and panting.

His penis was convulsing with dry heaves when Eileen suggested to Sandra that she stop.

“Did I do it right?” Sandra asked.

“You did perfectly.”

“But he didn’t shoot as much stuff.”

“Normally he hardly shoots anything at all the second time. I’ve never seen him produce so much on a second cum.”

“Cum?”

“That’s when a boy shoots his stuff. They call it cumming and the stuff that comes out is called cum. Actually, the correct term is ejaculating and what he really shoots is sperm, but you’ll learn about that in school soon enough.”

“Oh.”

“So how was it for you, Bobby?”

The still panting Bobby replied, “It was great. She did really well.” He then hastily added with a grin, “For a little girl.”

“Oh, I think she did just fine,” Eileen said. “Did you see how far she shot you?”

Bobby nodded.

“I want you to shoot it that far the next time I do you.”

Sandra, having just watched Eileen masturbate Bobby, knew what to do next. She giggled as she held her hand out for Bobby to lick clean.

Eileen had both Bobby and me down on our hands and knees to clean the floor.

When we were done Eileen told Bobby, “You’re dismissed. Get dressed and leave. Call me tomorrow and I’ll tell you what we’ll be doing this weekend.”

After Bobby left, Sandra said, “Wow, that was great. You told him what to do and he did it.”

“That’s what female control is all about: girls telling boys what to do and having them obey.”

“And you get female control because you masturbate him?”

“You got it girl. Boys are ruled by their penises. Once you control it, you control the boy. Give the boys some pleasure with your hands and you will have them eating out of it.”

Sandra got the pun and giggled, “I can see that.”

I kept going to Sandra’s house each Friday night for another couple of years. Sandra must have masturbated me well over hundreds of times and I enjoyed every one of them.

When I tried to do it to myself, I’d have some success, but it just didn’t feel as good as when she did it. Since I was getting it regularly from Sandra, I just gave up trying. I put her in the position of being my sole source of sexual pleasure.

The girls put me through my paces and had me do things like prepare them snacks and serve them and clean up. They even spanked me when I misbehaved – both of them – Eileen let Sandra spank me too. But it was worth it to have Sandra give me my treat.

(The End)