Miss Sandra Chapter 6

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 6
-=Bye-Bi Plain Old Handjob=-

But the girls wanted more than that. Housework was getting done in half the time with both of us boys working on it. There were only so many “ordinary” games we could play and we had a lot of extra time.

It started with a variation on the girls swapping us off with Tammy masturbating me and Sandra doing Spencer.

Then one day, Sandra got an idea. “Tammy, how about we do something different today? I know we have a lot of fun watching each other play with our boys. Why don’t we watch the boys play with each other?”

Neither Spencer nor I failed to notice that our opinion on the matter was not solicited. Once the girls made up their minds what to do with us, that was what was going to happen to us.

Tammy was all for it, “Should we have them do it one at a time or do it to each other at the same time?”

“Oh, the same time, most definitely! I think it would be more fun that way.” She turned to us and said, “Boys why don’t you stand there and face each other.”

I managed to find enough courage to speak, “Um, Miss Sandra, I’m not gay.”

Spencer found his voice too, “Neither am I.”

“I didn’t ask you if you were gay. I know you’re not gay otherwise you wouldn’t be so eager for Tammy and me to play with you. This isn’t about being gay; it’s about us being your girlfriends and you doing what we tell you to do. Now take hold of each other’s penises or do you boys want a spanking?”

Both Spencer and I had our asses on the receiving end of the girl’s palms. Getting spanked by the girls wasn’t all that bad; they really didn’t hit hard and the pain wasn’t intense and it didn’t really last that long, but it wasn’t pleasant either. It was like getting demoted to a little boy again. It was shameful to have a smaller person, and a much younger person to be in charge of me that way.

Besides, it took away from other things. On days when I got spanked, I did not get masturbated, and that left me very dissatisfied.

I felt a small jolt as Spencer grabbed hold of my penis. I felt even more reluctant to touch his. At least I was used to having my penis touched by someone else’s hand, but that hand had always belonged to a girl. I tentatively reached out and put a finger tip to the head of his organ.

“You’re going to have to do better than that!” Sandra laughed. “Come on, don’t be so shy.”

The girls laughed as Spencer and I twisted around trying to position our fists around the other boy’s penis. We each wanted to grab it the way we would grab our own penis if we were masturbating: back of the hand up, thumb facing away from the body.

Finally Tammy suggested, “You’re going to have to do it ‘girl style;’ like this.” She stepped forward, slapped my hand away and grabbed Spencer’s penis the opposite way. “Also we can see you better that way.”

I had to admit, it did feel more comfortable grabbing Spencer’s penis that way. Also his hand on my cock felt more like when the girls did it. To my surprise, I was very hard, and already dripping.

“So what are you waiting for?” Sandra said, “Get jerking.”

Although Spencer’s hand was in the proper position, it felt nothing at all like Sandra’s or Tammy’s. The girls had a much more sophisticated touch. The grabbed with just the right amount of pressure and pulled with smooth, even strokes. Spencer wasn’t actually rough with me, but he was clumsy. This wasn’t going to be as much fun as when the girls did it.

Nonetheless, he was making me harder and I could feel the stirrings of sexual excitement building in me. For my part, I could feel his penis getting harder and hotter and had to learn how to deal with his ever increasing pre-cum on the spot.

It was difficult to keep my concentration on masturbating him as he got me closer to my own orgasm. This was delayed, to his impaired jerking off skills cause, no doubt, to his impending orgasm. It was the spastic jerking off the spastic.

Spencer was the first to cum. I felt the hot pulses of his semen on my penis. He had shot so far, that he completely missed my hand and wound up hitting his own hand.

The girls squealed with delight, “Do it again.” It was a lucky shot. He managed to land on other squirt sort of on target.

Then it was my turn. “Try to hit his penis,” I was coached from the sidelines. I did manage it with one of my shots.

The girls were delighted with our “show.” Tammy said, “Next time we’ll have to have you guys stand closer so you can hit each other’s things.”

Sandra leaned into her and raised her cupped hand to her ear and whispered something. Tammy’s face lit up. “Oh, that’s a great idea. I can’t wait to try that.”

The girls had us stand before them with hands on head, erected. They then “signed” the heads of our penises with a sharpie. I had a wonderfully monogrammed “S” on mine. Spencer had Tammy’s plain “T” on his.

I thought that was “that” but Spencer and I had to wait until the following day to figure out what “that” really was.

As Spencer and I stripped off for the girls the next time we met, Sandra informed us. “That was a pretty funny show you put on for us the other day. It got us thinking. We don’t see enough of you boys with an erection.

Sure, you get hard when it’s time to play with you and once in a while at other times, but we really like seeing you hard all the time.

So we’re going to start a new rule. Except when you are doing chores or when we tell you otherwise, you will have an erection. To help you keep one, Tammy and I came up with the following idea: Spencer, if you see Ryan getting soft, you are to go up to him and stroke him until he gets hard.

The same thing goes for you too, Ryan. Your job is to keep Spencer hard at all times.

An erection shows a girl how much a boy likes her. You boys do like us, don’t you?”

Both of us managed to mumble out our versions of, “Yes, Miss Sandra. Yes, Miss Tamura.”

We expect you boys to do your job all the time. So we want to see a stiff cock on each of you whenever we look at you. If you get soft, or you let the other boy go soft, you will be spanked.

You can start now. Grab each other and start stroking. Get it hard and then you can stop. Then you can go to work. While you are doing the housekeeping try to keep it hard on your own. You are allowed to touch yourself when you are working.

And I don’t have to tell you, don’t cum. If you cum or make the other boy cum, we’ll spank you and we won’t masturbate you.”

It was a heck of a way to start the day with my best male friend bringing me to hardness.

“That’s enough,” Tammy said, “We just want you hard. We don’t need you cumming just yet. Now get to work.”

The girls giggled as we walked off, stiff penises waving obscenely before us.

In spite of the work, I did manage to keep an erection throughout most of my morning chores. Spencer managed to do the same. The girls were pleased when we reported for lunch fully erected. Spencer and I decided to do each other and refresh our hard ons before going down.

Normally lunch was a social affair. Spencer and I made it and cleaned up afterwards, but at lunch itself, we just sat around and chatted with the girls. It was a friendly time. This time the girls decided that it would be a little friendlier between me and Spencer. We were admonished for almost losing our erections.

“It’s not work time, so it’s play time,” Tammy said. “You boys should be playing with each other to keep it hard. Now stand up and get them up!”

I brought Spencer to his full stature and he did me. We sat next to each other for the rest of the meal. It was difficult to eat with one hand on my food and the other hand on Spencer’s penis. The girls giggled every time they noticed one of us pumping the other boy under the table.

Spencer and I managed to complete lunch in full hardness. We cleaned up quickly. Spencer had done a good job keeping me hard throughout lunch and I was beginning to feel the pressure of being kept hard with no release. I was wondering how I was going to manage it for the whole afternoon.

I really didn’t have a lot of time for that thought since it was time for our mid-day masturbation. I didn’t need Spencer’s rubbing hand on my cock to keep it hard.

I was a little confused and apprehensive when the girls had us stand facing each other instead of sitting in front of them with our hands on our heads in our usual masturbation position.

I was expecting that they would have us jerk off like we did in our previous meeting. I was disappointed. As much fun as that was, it fell well short of the mark in satisfaction when compared with when the girls did us.

I soon found that this wasn’t going to be the case. The girls kept positioning us closer and closer until our penises touched each other. “How are we going to jerk off like this?” I thought. “We’re too close.”

The girls had other ideas. “Put your hands on your heads,” Sandra commanded. Then she took my penis in her hand and Tammy took Spencer’s. They started rubbing the heads together. It was a very slippery affair since both Spencer and I had been dripping pre-cum most of the morning.

It was a unique experience. The girls frequently experimented with touching techniques other than pumping us in their fists. They often traced the heads of our penises with their fingers sort of like finger-painting it with our pre-cum. This experimentation was never intense enough to bring me off, but it was excellent teasing.

This was something like that, except that now, instead of a finger, they were using the other boy’s cock. It was like a fat, soft finger almost like a tongue rubbing and probing along the head.

“This is how it’s going to work, boys.” Sandra said explaining the rules of this new game. “I’m going to try to make Spencer cum using Ryan’s penis. She’s going to try to make Ryan cum using Spencer’s penis. The first girl to make the other boy cum is the winner. So try not to cum.

You boys might thing about that as you are masturbating each other into hardness. The more excited you make the other boy, the more likely he is to cum when we play this game. So instead of just getting him hard, or keeping him hard, you might want to take him all the way to the edge before letting go.

But don’t forget, don’t let him cum, or both of you will be in big trouble. You will have to work that out between yourselves.”

Spencer and I stood there with hands on our heads, penis-to-penis as the girls manipulated our organs against each other. At first, it wasn’t well coordinated, and they just seemed to be banging our penises together.

At one point they got silly and actually started slapping them together. This was surprisingly effective and I was close to cumming when they stopped. The eventually settled down to a well-choreographed motion swirling our heads around each other.

Needless to say, both Spencer and I were dripping like crazy, so our penises were well lubricated. The stimulation under such slippery conditions with such a soft, flat object as the head of another boy’s penis was so slight it was almost subliminal. The girl’s gentle touch and smooth movements made it even more so.

Yet it had its effects. Although I couldn’t feel the effect of any particular stroke, I could feel the results of their accumulation. Each minute that went by was more sexually frustrating then the one before. I wanted to cum, yet I also wanted Sandra to win. I held back as best as I could.

It was a losing battle. I was going to cum. It was only a matter of time. Just about when I thought I couldn’t take one more swirl, I heard Spencer grunt. The head of his penis actually hardened and I felt his hot liquid squirting over the shaft of my penis.

Both girls cheered.

Spencer was spent, but was ordered to his knees. “You lost,” Tammy explained to him. “So you have to clean up your mess. Lick it!” she said pointing at my cum-soaked penis.

“I’m not gay.” He protested.

“We’ve been over that before. I don’t care. I just want you to obey me. If you can lick it off my hand, then you can lick it off his penis.”

“I won’t do it.”

“I’m disappointed in you. I thought you were my boyfriend.”

“I am.”

“So why don’t you do as I say?”

“I don’t know. I just can’t do it.”

“Well, if you can’t do it, then I can’t do you. No masturbation for you until you change your mind. Also, you have earned yourself a spanking for disobedience.”

Sandra interrupted this scenario, “You can spank him later. Right now, I want to reward Ryan for winning the contest.”

Soon I was sitting in front of her in our favorite position, legs splayed out with her jerking on my organ. I had some pent-up semen from when Spencer and I masturbated each other the other day. It was a good cum, but not as complete a cum as when one of the girls did me. Also, I had a lot of stimulation from the penis-rubbing game the girls just played.

I came and I came hard. Even Sandra was impressed, “That might have been your best ever for me. We got to play that penis game more often.”

Tammy agreed, “Yeah, I’ve never seen so much cum.” She thought a while and then added, “You know, since I won’t be doing Spencer, I was wondering if …”

Sandra got her drift immediately, “Yes, you can have your turn with Ryan.” Turning to me, she said, “Ryan, you’re going to have to do double duty. You are going to have to sit in for Spencer with Tammy until Spencer learns to behave himself.”

I was given some time to recover as I watched the girls spank Spencer. After his corner time I was soon sitting with Tammy between my legs. “You, get over here,” she said sternly to Spencer. “You watch. See what you are missing.” She kept up a running commentary as she masturbated me. “Mmm, it feels so hard … Oh, you’re dripping so much … I bet you’re getting close.” Her words, added to her hand motions, did have me close. After bringing me to the ledge and holding me there, she finally gave me the coup de grace and let me go. I shot off. I was surprised at how well I came given that Sandra had just done me.

Sandra held her hand out, but not towards me. She presented it to Spencer. “Lick it clean,” she demanded. “Prove that you can do something I ask.”

To my surprise, Spencer bowed and licked her hand.

“So you don’t mind licking up Ryan’s cum. You just mind licking off his penis.”

The girls gave Spencer the cold shoulder for the rest of the day and were especially nice to me making sure to rub it in.

At the end of the day, Spencer was contrite. He apologized profusely, and begged to be masturbated.

“There’s no time for atonement now,” Sandra said. “You’ll have to wait until the next time we do this. Now watch as Tammy and I do your friend.”

I was masturbated off in rather quick succession. They didn’t have time to do me properly. I didn’t have enough cum to respond to them properly. Even at that, they made me feel as good as when I used to try it myself.

The girls inspected our penises. The rubbing had only partly blurred their initials. These they refreshed with fresh ink, and added their full first names to our shafts. Spencer and I were now marked property. We’d have to be careful changing our in the locker room after swimming at the Rec.

As we were getting dressed, Tammy laughed, “One boy didn’t get his cums. The other boy got twice his cums. I wonder who is going to win tomorrow’s contest?”

(The End)