Miss Sandra Chapter 5

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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Chapter 5
-=Another Boy Toy for the Girls=-

As much as I would have liked to do this every day, Sandra had other plans. She wanted a real boyfriend, one with whom she could be seen in public and one who would make a public display of doting on her.

Most of the time, Sandra and Tammy and I hung out at the RecCenter, and I even took them to the movies and for ice cream once.

This set me up for ridicule with my so-called friends – the other boys in my class. I really only had one close male friend, Spencer. We had known each other since kindergarten and were sort of loners who hung out together. In a sense we were ahead of the other boys in our crowd. They were just “jock jerks” while we could appreciate more refined activities.

Spencer was on vacation when I started “dating” Sandra. When he came back, there was some explaining to do.

I ran into him at the RecCenter after swimming while waiting for Sandra and Tammy to come out of the girls’ locker room.

“Where have you been, man? I went over to your house and your mom told me you came here to go swimming.”

I was taken back by his sudden appearance. With everything that was going on with Sandra I had totally forgotten that he was due back. “Um nothing,” was about all I could come up with.

“So, you want to shoot some hoops?”

“I’m sorry, Spencer, I can’t right now. I’m sort of busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

I was spared answering that question as the girls emerged from the locker room. Sandra walked right up to me and took my arm and said, “Who’s your friend?”

I put on my gentlemanly manners, “Girls, this is Spencer. Spencer these are Sandra and Tamura.” I almost said, “Miss Sandra and Miss Tamura.” I had a tough time deciding how to call Tammy. In my mind, she was Tammy. In my speech I was obliged to call her “Miss Tamura.” I hoped that I wouldn’t be spanked for my omissions of the girls’ titles.

Spencer flashed a grin at them and said, “Hi girls.” He then turned to me and asked, “Can we talk?”

I looked at Sandra as if to ask her permission. She gave me a nod and said, “Tammy and I will check next week’s schedule to see if anything is going on that we might want to do.”

The girls walked off, giggling and whispering to each other.

“What’s the story?” Spencer asked. “Are you babysitting or something?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what are you doing hanging out with little girls?”

I felt a flash of anger cross my mind. In my mind, Sandra wasn’t a little girl. But then I realized what it must look like to Spencer.

“It’s not like that.” I started to explain. “Sandra and I … well we used to hang out together on Friday nights while our parents went out. She’s a friend.”

“The way she was holding your hand, I’d say that she was more than a friend. Not that’s she’s not cute, and Tammy is kind of pretty too. But when you compare them to the girls in our class they’re not really grown up. How old is she; 10?”

“Almost 12,” I said, stretching the truth. I thought about what Spencer said. Some of the girls in our class were physically more mature. They actually needed the bras they wore, but I was not so sure how many of them even knew what a penis looked like, or saw one for real, much less get their hands on it and play with it. I doubt any of them had the experience Sandra had when it came to boys and sex.

“It’s kind of complicated,” I said. “Why don’t I explain it to you later.”

About then the girls came back. “Ready?” Sandra said. It was said sweetly, but there was no doubt as to the meaning, “I’m ready to go now, and you will come with me: heel!”

“I got to go,” I told Spencer. “I’ll talk with you later.” With that, I picked up the girls’ bags and started to walk them home. As I looked back, Spencer was standing there shaking his head.

We were barely out of earshot when Tammy said, “He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind having him as my boyfriend.”

“Well, if you can masturbate him as well as I do Ryan, he will be.”

“Yeah, as if that’s ever going to happen.”

“I don’t know,” Sandra said, and then turned to me. “He’s your friend; do you think you can talk him into it?

“What?”

“Do you think you can talk Spencer into letting Tammy masturbate him?”

“I don’t know. No. I mean, it’s not the kind of thing guys talk about.”

“Won’t you even try? For me. Tammy is my best friend, and I’d really like it if she had a boyfriend of her own.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it.”

“But he’s your friend. Don’t you want him to feel as good as you do?”

Tammy licked her lips, “I wonder what he looks like?”

Sandra punched her playfully in the arm. “Tammy, you’re not helping.”

“At least think about it.” Sandra said, addressing me.

“OK,” I agreed, with no idea and no intent of doing it.

The two girls giggled and whispered behind cupped hands to ear for most of the way home. They were obviously hatching some sort of plot, but I had no idea what it was.

Since it was an “out date:” one where we spent time in public, there wasn’t much time for masturbation. Usually we arrived back at Tammy’s, I’d get undressed, and one of the girls would jerk me off. Today, that was Sandra.

I could tell immediately, that something was different. Sandra took extra time to gently nudge me into hardness and excitement. She slowly brought me to the edge and then kept me there. Then suddenly she opened her hand and pulled it away.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I decided that Spencer will be Tammy’s boyfriend and you will arrange it. Neither Tammy or I will make you cum until you make that happen.”

“But …”

“No but. No Spencer, no cum. You figure out how to make that happen.”

Sandra grabbed hold of my penis again and teased it just a little more. It was frustrating to get this close and not be allowed to finish. I surrendered. I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but somehow I had to get Spencer involved.

-=o=-

The next couple of days were pure hell. First of all, I had to figure out what I was going to tell Spencer. It was bad enough to explain why I was “dating” an 11-year-old, but then I had to convince him to let this 11-year-old’s friend masturbate him.

Then there were the girls. Sandra assured that we had almost no “private time” and lived up to her promise not to make me cum. In the brief moments we did have together, she would play with my penis and keep it constantly erected, and I was dripping pre-cum almost continuously.

At least they cut me some slack. I told them that I would need some time with Spencer alone if I were to convince him to be Miss Tamura’s boyfriend. Except in Sandra’s and Tammy’s girl talk, “boyfriend” meant “sex slave.”

I caught up with Spencer a couple of days later. We met at the RecCenter. We talked about the usual stuff: what he did on his vacation, sports and of course, girls. When the topic came around to girls he asked, “So what is it with you and Sandra?”

I wasn’t ready for this. I would never be ready for this, so I stalled, “What do you mean?”

“I mean are you an item or what?”

I figured I had to ‘fess up, “Well, sort of?”

“What do you mean by ‘sort of?’”

“Well, we sort of hang out together.”

“I can see that. Isn’t she a little young for you? I mean if you’re hanging out with her, you’re not hanging out with girls our age like Mary Alice.”

Mary Alice (she always went by two names) was the first girl in our class to “blossom.” All the boys had fantasies about her.

I decided to be realistic, “Mary Alice is out of our league, Spencer. She even dates high school boys.”

“Well, there’s still other girls. Don’t you like them?”

“I do, but Sandra is quite mature for her age, and she’s kind of cute.”

“She is. So’s her friend Tina.”

“Tamura!” I corrected.

“Yeah, Tamura. In a couple of years, she’s going to be a knock out.”

Well at least Spencer was making it easier on me. Had Tammy been fat, buck-toothed with an ugly face, this would have been more of an uphill battle than it already was. I had to admit that both of the girls were very pretty.

I jumped in on the opportunity, “She’s a very nice girl and she told me she liked you.”

“She did?” Spencer said. I could see his ego puffing up already.

“You really should take a chance and get to know her.”

“I don’t know. I mean what would people think if they saw me hanging out with a little girl.”

“First of all, she’s not a little girl. Secondly, nobody seems to be making a big deal out of it with Sandra and me. You’re the only one that seems to have a hang-up about it.”

Spencer still didn’t seem convinced, so I pushed on. “You should try it. The girls are really nice and they …” here I stalled out.

“They what?”

“Well, they do things that make you feel good.”

“You mean they …” Spencer said leaving the question unfinished.

“No, not that, but they do other things.”

“Do you get to see them naked?” I could tell that I had Spencer intrigued.

“Not exactly, but …” I decided to say no more and leave the rest up to Spencer’s imagination. “You ought to at least try it.”

Spencer said nothing, so I decided for him.

“I’ll set it up for tomorrow. Meet me at the Rec at 10 AM. Trust me. You’ll like it.” I knew he would like at least part of it anyway.

10 AM came and Spencer and I were at the Rec. The girls showed up a couple of minutes later wearing minimal tops and shorts and nothing else but their sneakers.My penis was stirring as I looked at their cute-girl figures. I could see the discomfort in Spencer’s crotch.

We decided to play some doubles handball to break the ice. Throughout the game, Tammy smiled and giggled at Spencer. She was melting him down; he was probably dripping as much inside as he was sweating on the outside. I imagined something else on him was also dripping. I know it was on me. Tammy turned on the flirting and he was succumbing to her charms.

As we left the Rec to walk to Tammy’s, Tammy took Spencer’s hand. He didn’t seem to mind.

Once we got to the house, Sandra took over. She told me, “Why don’t you get some snacks for all of us?” It felt funny not to strip as soon as I got in, and fetching snacks in that house with my clothes still on felt unusual.

When I got back Spencer and Tammy were on the couch. She was rubbing one of her hands up and down his leg as the other was holding his arm. I took a quick peek at his crotch; yes, there was a bulge there.

Sandra was explaining it to him, “Ryan is my boyfriend. As my boyfriend he has to be nice to me and my friends. However, it’s good for him to. I’m nice to him in a very special way that he likes a lot.”

Tammy leaned into him a bit and said, “Wouldn’t you like to be my boyfriend? I can do nice things for you.”

‘But you’re so young!”

Sandra refuted that argument, “We’ll do things for you that girls much older than us – even girls in your class – won’t do for you.”

Sandra gave a subtle nod to he friend, and Tammy moved her hand from Spencer’s leg to his crotch. She gave it a couple of rubs. I could see Spencer’s eyes glaze over. It was only a matter of time before he submitted.

The girls knew it too. It was time to call the hand. Sandra said, “So what will it be? Will you be Tammy’s boyfriend or do we both do our special thing for Ryan only?”

Spencer swallowed hard and just nodded. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Sandra noted. Tammy put both arms around his neck and kissed him.

Sandra took him by the hand and led him off the couch, “Come on, let’s get started.”

“Where are we going?”

“My bedroom.”

As the three of them walked towards her room, Sandra said to me, “You can get started with your routine – all of it, if you know what I mean. I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”

The girls closed the door. I got undressed and started cleaning the house. A couple of minutes later, Sandra stuck her head out her door and said, “Come in here.”

“Like this?”

“Of course like that.”

When I got to the door, I saw Tammy sitting on the bed next to a trembling Spencer sitting there in his underwear. Apparently the girls were trying to convince him to get completely naked. I don’t know why he hesitated. The underwear clearly showed the outline of his erect penis, and I could see its head through the rather large wet spot. Sandra pointed to me and said, “See, he’s naked.”

She led me to a chair and told me to sit down. Turning to Spencer she said, “Now let me show you what happens to naked boys in this house.” She started to masturbate me, and I was off in my own world. She didn’t drag it our as much as she normally did, but I had a feeling that she needed to make a quick sale with Spencer.

It was about then that she realized the weak point in her plan. Heretofore, she or Tammy would always masturbate me in the living room over the hardwood floors so I could clean up my mess. Her room was carpeted. She hastily grabbed Spencer’s shirt and threw it over my legs. These were spread out wide enough to give her a big target to aim at.

With all the teasing Sandra gave me over the past couple of days, I shot off with more than my usual accompanying grunts, groans and sighs. As the last drops dribbled from my penis, I managed to say, “Thank you, Miss Sandra.”

The four of us sat there in silence for a while; then Sandra said to Spencer, “Now it’s your turn. Wouldn’t you like Tammy to do that to you?”

Spencer still looked doubtful.

“Try it; you’ll like it,” Tammy suggested. “Ryan, tell him how good it feels.”

I nodded, “Spencer, you have got to try it. I know you can do it yourself, but not like this. I know, I’ve tried. I just can’t do me as good as the girls. Miss Tamura is a great masturbator, she’s done me. You won’t believe how good she can make me feel.”

Tammy put her arm around his shoulder, “Come on, let’s do it.”

Sandra was a bit more practical. “But let’s do it in the living room. I don’t want to get my carpet wet.”

Spencer got up and finished getting undressed. It was then he noticed his shirt, “But my shirt!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Tammy advised, “You boys can wash it later.”

Sandra grabbed my penis and led me to the living room. Tammy did the same with Spencer who was now walking like a zombie.

The girls set him up in my usual spot, and Tammy started to jerk him off. This was the first time since I watched Eileen do her boyfriend that I had a chance to see a girl jerk a boy off. Somehow it was more exciting now. I was able to empathize with Spencer and found myself getting erected and even dripping as I watched her manipulate his organ.

I could see the tightening of his body and the contortions in his face. Was this part of the fun for the girls? For me, it was all about the penis. But now I could see how much control Tammy had over all of Spencer’s body. It wasn’t just his penis that was under her domination; it was all of Spencer.

Spencer came a lot faster than I did.

“Boy, that was quick!” Tammy noted. “I guess boys are different. I’m going to have to learn how to play with him to make him last like Ryan.”

The girls gave Spencer a couple of more minutes to recover. When it looked like he was breathing normally, Tammy said, “Clean up your mess. Ryan will show you what to do.”

I took Spencer to the kitchen and showed him where the cleaning supplies were. He admitted to me, “Man, that was great. You were right. I never felt that good when I do it.” He then covered his mouth, realizing that he just admitted to me that he masturbated.

I laughed, “Come on, Spencer. All boys masturbate. How often do you do it? Come on, be honest.”

Spencer blushed, “A couple of times a week.”

It was a lie, I was sure, but a plausible one. I let it go. “I used to do it almost every day; sometimes a couple of times a day. Now I don’t do it at all. It’s just not worth it. It isn’t as much fun, and besides I want to save it all for the girls. They really like it when I cum hard with a lot of stuff.”

As we were cleaning, the girls explained what it really meant to be their boyfriends. Sandra let Tammy do the honors.

“You just experienced why you want to be my boyfriend. Now let me explain what you have to do for me to be your girlfriend.

Rule number 1: In this house, all boys are naked. I expect you to take off your clothes as soon as you get in and keep them off until just before you leave.

Next, you have to be nice to me and my friends. You need to be polite at all times. When we are together, I am ‘Miss Tamura’ to you and Sandy is ‘Miss Sandra.’ You will use these titles all the time we are in this house.

Next, you will obey any commands I give you. Most of the time, I will supervise you doing my chores. But sometimes, I’ll tell you to do something silly, just because it amuses me. You will also obey Sandra.

We will go out on dates. When we are outside, you will be nice to me and do whatever I want to do. If you give me any trouble, I’ll spank you when we get back home and then I’ll decide whether or not to give you a hand job. So if you don’t want a sore butt and blue balls, you’ll behave in public.

Finally, we’re going to have fun. We’ll do things on the outside, and we’ll do things in the house. You’ll be responsible for doing my chores and providing Miss Sandra and me with some maid service, but we’ll also play games and watch TV, and of course, we’ll do our special things for you boys if you are good and behave.”

Spencer just nodded as Tammy ticked off the points.

“Now before we get started, let’s check you out.”

The girls had Spencer and me stand side by side in front of them as they compared our penises. We were about the same size, but I had a little more hair, or maybe it was because my hair was darker than Spencer’s.

The girls handled our penises, looking at them from every angle and swapping off. Each girl checked us out thoroughly. After several minutes of close inspection, they dismissed us to do our chores.

As we walked away, Sandra said, “nice buns.” Tammy giggled.

With Spencer to help me, the chores actually took less than half the time to do. Making beds goes a lot quicker with two people working on it.

The girls did us at the end of the day before sending us home. Spencer was shocked as Sandra lifted her hand for me to lick clean.

He was even more shocked when Tammy raised her hand and said, “Your turn, boy.”

He looked at me. All I could say was, “You got to do it, man. It’s part of the package. They won’t do it unless you pay the toll.”

Spencer looked at me, “I can’t believe it. If you would have told me it would be this much fun.”

“I did tell you. But don’t forget, there’s a price to pay for it.”

“You mean doing the chores? That’s nothing. The cum licking on the other hand …”

“No, I mean you have to go out on dates with your girlfriend. She’s going to want you to be nice to her in public.”

And on dates we did go: 5 days a week. We didn’t go to Tammy’s house for the whole day every one of those days, but we did average two or three days.

At first it was pretty much the standard fare: Spencer and I doing the housework, the girls masturbating us, playing games and watching TV with the girls, getting masturbated again, getting dressed and going home.

I felt funny about Spencer and me being the girl’s servants; there was something intriguing about boys submitting to the girl’s wishes. It was beyond just Spencer and me and the two girls. It was sort of a whole gender thing as if girls in charge of boys was some sort of a natural order. It made me feel both apprehensive and excited all at once.

However, Spencer didn’t complain, and I was just enjoying being masturbated too much.

(The End)