Susie's Response 4

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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[Wednesday Afternoon]

I was in and out of a light sleep when I heard a car door close. Suddenly I realized that it was my mom and there were Michelle and I both laying naked on our beds. I jumped up and tried to stabilize my dizzy head. I give Michelle a shove. With a “Whaaaa?” she, too was awake and scampering for her clothes.

Both of us found more conservative clothing to wear for the evening with mom watching. Also, I decided to give my brother a break from the penis-wrenching exhibitions we were giving him all day. Dr. Miller says that although it is fun to keep boys in a constant state of arousal, it’s good to let them relax every now and then.

We had a great dinner and since there was nothing on TV, we spent time watching Stephen clean up afterwards. I made it a point to compliment him on what a nice job he was doing and how it helps mom out so much. This wasn’t only good management (always reward good behavior) but it was also appealing to his desires to serve females. I think he got a rise out of it, or would have if it weren’t for the device on his penis.

Michelle and I retired early to bed. It wasn’t that we were sleepy, but there were other things we wanted to do. We undressed in front of each other and I got a thrill not only at seeing my cousin’s body, but exposing mine to her as well.

As much as I wanted to do something with her there and then, I decided to do something with my brother instead.

We got dressed in our night clothes and I called down over the railing to announce we were done and suggested that it was time for Stephen to go to bed. He knew what that meant. It meant I would visit him in his room.

Mom remained downstairs watching TV. She said, “Go ahead, Stephen. I don’t have any more use for you tonight. You can have the rest of the night off. Go see what the girls want.”

I love mom. Although she feigned ignorance, she handed me my brother on a platter.

Stephen climbed the stairs and walked into his room followed by MD and me.

“Strip,” was all I said, closing the door behind me. I was an unnecessary command since he had already guessed it’s what I wanted.

Now I have to admit, he is my brother, and I see him all the time, but he is a good looking boy with a great body. Any future boyfriend I have is going to have to live up to his standard. To Michelle, he was still “fresh meat” and she enjoyed not only seeing him naked, but watching him get that way.

She giggled and said, “I can’t believe it. You tell him to strip and he does. Just like that. It’s like living in a fantasy world.”

“Well, he doesn’t really have a choice. If he ever wants to cum again, he knows he has to please both me and mom. Also, mom told me I could spank him if he disobeys. I’ve not had to do that yet, but I might try it just for the fun of it.

Also the Puericil helps. It turns even the mildest suggestion from a female into a compulsion for him to obey.”

“Why don’t they have all boys on Puericil?”

“Give it time, couz. Give it time. It’s only been on the market for a couple of years. Once more boys get on it and their moms see how obedient it makes them, it will be as common as the vitamins they pop every morning.

And with so many docile boys around, the crime rate is likely to plummet. The government might even step in and subsidize distribution. Boys might even get free doses at school.”

“Dream on, girl” she said punching my arm.

Well maybe I did get a bit carried away, but it’s fun to fantasize.

By this time Stephen had gotten almost completely naked. I say almost since he still had his device on.

“Stay here,” I told MD and I ran to my room to get the key form my purse.

When I returned, Michelle had him standing with his hands on his head. She’s a quick learner!

As I undid the chastity device, I asked Stephen, “How does it feel? I mean, are you aware that you are wearing it all the time?”

“Not really,” he replied. “Maybe for the first hour after you put it on, I’m aware of it. And of course, when I try to get an erection, but then I used to feel my erection in my pants, so I was aware even then.

Of course, I know it’s there when I have to go to the bathroom. It’s an annoyance to pull down my pants and sit down.”

“Tell me about it,” Michelle interrupted. “It’s even more difficult when you’re dressed up and have to manage holding up a skirt, pulling down pantie hose and somehow get half undressed without your clothes touching anything.”

“Yeah, but you girls at least get to wipe unrestricted. A guy’s supposed to shake it dry. I don’t know how many times I ‘wet my pants’ putting it back in. I’m just getting used to pushing some toilet paper in the opening to blot up and draw out my pee.

Then of course, there’s the shower. I can manage to run a lot of soapy water through it and then rinse it out, but that doesn’t seem satisfying enough. I don’t feel as clean. Also it stays wet inside for a while. That can’t be good.”

“I’m sorry.” I said. I had never thought of those consequences. “Maybe I’ll have to wash your penis for you. I think I can arrange to do that once a day. You realize you will get erected, but I’m not going to let you cum, besides that would kind of defeat the purpose of cleaning it.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

I laughed, “Of course I am. I’m a girl and girls are always right.”

Michelle pointed to his erecting penis. “What do you have to do to make that happen?”

“Nothing. It just sort of happens. I can make it happen by looking at pretty girls or by thinking about something really sexy, but a lot of times it happens for no reason at all.”

“You can’t control it?”

“I can try to think about other things, but that doesn’t always work.”

“So if I were to take off my top, for example, you would get hard and there’s nothing you can do about it?”

“I guess so.”

“But your sister and I are in our pajamas and they’re not really that revealing, so why are you hard now?”

“They’re revealing enough. I’m trying to imagine what you must look like underneath. Besides, it’s not just looking at girls that makes it hard. Thinking about them also works.

And lately …” here he faulted, so I pressed him.

“And lately what?”

“Well, ever since I’ve been on those pills, whenever I get naked in front of you, I get hard. It used to embarrass me and it still does, but it makes my penis hard now as well. Right now, I’m doubly hard since there are two of you to see me. I’d probably explode if I had to show it to a bunch of girls all at once.

Also when you tell me to do things, I get hard. I can’t explain it, but something goes off inside me and says, ‘Boy, get it up!’ It doesn’t make sense but it happens. There’s something special about these erections that make me want to do what you tell me to do.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek. “That’s so sweet of you. You just keep obeying me and you can enjoy all the erections you want.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.

“Now I bet you want to beat off and relieve yourself?”

“I thought you’d never ask. Can I?”

I had that special twinge go down my spine as I listened to my brother asking my permission to masturbate. Oh, it’s great being a girl!

“Sit on the edge of the futon with your legs open so Michelle and I can get a good view.”

I watched as he wrapped his hand around his shaft. He squeezed in on it and a drop of precum leaked out of the tip.

“Stop!” I told him and he immediately removed his hand. “Oh, that’s OK, you can hold it. Just don’t pump yet.”

I turned to my cousin. “MD, that’s precum. It’s caused by the Cowper’s gland inside the boy. Its purpose is to provide lubrication during intercourse. When a boy gets excited, it leaks out.

In one of the chapters on masturbation, Dr. Miller says that it’s a good idea to play with a boy until he’s leaking it constantly. That means you have him fully aroused. From there you can do a number of things besides having him jerk off or jerking him off yourself: you can use his lubricated cock to rub with a fetish item – she strongly discourages what she calls ‘dry humps’ – or you can play with him in some other way, or you can just stop and leave him frustrated, or better still you can provide marginal stimulation and give him what is called a ruined orgasm.”

“A ruined orgasm; what’s that?”

“For an ejaculation to be complete there has to be stimulation of the penis throughout the entire process. A ruined orgasm is where you get him to the point where he almost cums and then stop. Instead of squirting out forcefully in a satisfying orgasm, it just sort of dribbles out. It’s supposed to be very frustrating for the boy and leaves him horny and the best thing is you can keep doing it over and over.

But I don’t want to do that now. I like to see him squirt. I’ll get into some of that other stuff when I learn more about him and how his penis works.”

I turned to my brother. “OK, we’re done talking about you, get on with it.”

I watched as my brother’s fist moved up and down the shaft of his penis, pulling the skin over the head. I always thought this was so comical, like a little mouse peeking its head in and out of its hole.

I decided to provide some play-by-play commentary for Michelle. “Stephen is using the so-called ‘dry method’ of masturbation. That’s where the boy pulls the skin of the shaft over the head.

All methods of masturbation are messy, eventually, but the dry method is the neatest of the bunch and one of the easiest to clean up. Normally some tissues are all that’s required or in the case of a big cummer like Stephen, paper towels.

The other way of doing it – jerking off, that is – is to use lotion or baby oil to lubricate the palm. In this case, the skin stays in place and the penis is in direct contact with the hand. This more closely simulates what it would be doing in a girl’s vagina. Dr. Miller recommends this way if you are using rubber gloves. She says that you should always use gloves if you are touching a strange boy. I don’t think my brother is strange – well, at least in that way – and I’m pretty sure, he’s disease free.

Dr. Miller says that a lot of men and boys prefer to use the wet method because it provides better stimulation. However, it’s harder to set up and you have to wash your hands and the penis afterwards. Nonetheless, I’d like to try that sometime. Sometime when mom is out and we can do it in the bathroom where it’s easier to clean up.”

In the meantime, my brother was pumping away bringing himself closer to orgasm. I could tell by looking at his stomach muscles, he pulls them in when he’s getting excited. Also he starts increasing the frequency of his pumping. He starts out slow, maybe a stroke a second and just before he ejaculates, his hand is almost a blur.

Pay attention,” I told MD, “He’s almost there.”

Michelle had been in a trance since he started. Nonetheless she leaned forward. I cautioned her, “Be careful. You don’t want to be directly in front of it when it goes off.”

Stephen gave out a grunt followed by a fraction of a second later with a spurt of semen leaping from the end of his penis.

I could hear the sharp intake of MD’s breath.

A second later, he pushed forward with his second shot. MD squealed with delight. I’m sure she was making enough noise that mom could hear it, but I was confident. Mom would never violate the sanctity of a closed door.

MD managed an “Ohhh …. My ….. God” on his next shot. She continued to squeal and giggle as my brother delivered wave after wave of his semen.

I watched as he kept jerking until his penis had what I called, “the dry heaves;” it was still pulsing and the head was swelling out but he was producing no more semen.

“Good boy,” I said, “You can stop now.”

His hand dropped to his side, and he let himself fall back into his bed with a final sigh.

“Oh – my – god, that was fantastic,” Michelle finally managed to say.

“Think about it,” I told her. “Isn’t it fun to watch?”

She nodded her head.

“Welcome to the world of male masturbation. This is what boys do all the time. They love doing it, but are ashamed of doing it. It’s a private, evil act that some religions even consider sinful.

All boys do it, but none of them admit doing it even to their closest friends. It’s a boy’s most private and sacred act.

And here we are: a couple of middle-school girls and there he is: a naked and recently masturbating high-school boy who did it for our amusement, just because we told him to do it. Can anything say ‘Girl Power’ more proudly than that?”

I looked at my brother, splayed out on the bed, breathing deeply. “That was a good job. I’m proud of you. Clean up your mess, take a shower and come back here and wait for me.”

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Michelle and I retired to my room.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” she announced. “That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. You tell me that boys do that all the time?”

“According to Dr. Miller, yes. But it’s such a waste. Most boys do it in private without girls watching them. I think it should be something they save for their sisters, cousins, neighbors, girlfriends and other girls in their lives.

Dr. Miller describes the effects of Puericil by comparing it to the effect of some parasites that change the behavior of their hosts. When some worms that normally don’t like sunlight get infected, they come out into the light where they can be eaten by birds because the parasite needs to get into a bird to live the next stage of its life.

Even with humans and the common cold: the virus has to get airborne to infect another host, so it causes us to sneeze.

So Puericil works like one of these parasites; it changes a boy’s behavior, particularly when it comes to masturbation. It inverts his need for privacy when he masturbates and makes him want to expose himself to girls when he does it. It’s no different than the worms that come out of hiding and into the sunlight. The boys are the worms, we are the birds.”

“Well, this bird wants to see that worm perform again.” She giggled at her own pun.

“We’ll have to be careful with that. Even though they are doing it on command by a girl, boys still like to masturbate. Dr. Miller recommends letting their sexual tension build up from time to time. It helps to remind them that nothing, not even their own penis, is within their control. That’s why I got the cage for his penis.”

“Well, I hope you don’t keep him locked up too long, but let me know the next time you plan on making him masturbate for us.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to wear a pad. My panties are soaked!”

“So are mine. Let’s take care of that right now.” I stood up and slipped off my shorts and panties. Michelle did the same.

Although Michelle and I caught glimpses of each other while changing outfits, I had never really saw her pussy up close for any amount of time. Now I had time to sturdy it and do a bit of comparative anatomy. Her hair was trimmed neatly in almost a heart shape.

“That’s so cute,” I told her.

“Thank you.”

“Do you think you can teach me how to do that?”

“I’ll trim it for you.”

“Will you?”

“Sure, I brought all my stuff with me.”

“Do you think you can do Stephen too?” I giggled.

“Sure, why not. Lay down on your bed. I’ll do it now.”

I laid on my back while she got her equipment. She came back and straddled me. There was something exciting about her being “on top” looking up at her in such a commanding positon. Our naked pussies were just inches from each other.

Once again that female-to-female excitement was in the air. I surrendered myself to it. This was not my time to dominate. This was my time to let myself go and put myself in her hands. There was something thrilling about laying there passively, being done to without doing anything by sighing in return.

I wondered if this is how babies felt: helpless, but pampered and secure.

Michelle delicately manipulated her scissors. It didn’t feel like a clipping. It felt almost like a gentle breeze brushing through my hair. I just let it happen.

She must have been at this part for 10 or 15 minutes. It was over way too fast. I flinched when I felt the cold lotion on the outer edges of my hair. She was applying some cream to shave the borders clean.

She finished up, wiping the cream away with my discarded panties. Then she did something unexpected: she put aside her tools and used her fingers to gently caress my labia.

I’ve touched myself there daily both as a matter of hygiene and pleasure. This was the first time somebody else touched me there, and the feeling was entirely different. There was no way this touch could be anything but erotic.

I was vulnerable and totally under her control and hoping that the experience would never stop. I could feel her fingertips on my body, but her touch went much further than that. I could feel her deep inside me touching, tickling and tingling my most sensitive parts.

All I could do is bite my lower lip and glare at her. “Do it deeper. Open me up. Touch me more,” my eyes were telling her.

She pushed my lips apart. I could feel the cool air on my clitoris. The tip of her finger barely brushed it. I took a gasping intake of breath and held it. I was suspended on the point of a pin where a movement in any direction would cause me to fall and lose control.

Michelle pushed me over that edge. I had masturbated countless times since I was a little girl, but none of those masturbations ever pleasured me so much. She had only begun and already my female libido was soaring beyond heights I’d never reached before.

My mind was struggling with keeping consciousness, but I fought it. It was like being so tired that you keep on dozing off. There was no way I was going to let that happen. This was the most intense pleasure I’d felt up to this point in my life and I was not going to miss an instant of it.

I had no idea how long Michelle stimulated me. Time and even space had no meaning. Ironically, although my body was in extreme pleasure, I felt detached from it entering into a world where femininity wasn’t abstract but something tangible and concrete like a river carrying me in its current. My body was floating on this river and my spirit was riding in it.

In a twilight dream, I became aware that Michelle had slowed down and retreated. There was a sense of loss, but there was also a sense of relief. It was as if I were swimming vigorously against a current, and all of a sudden a wave tossed my up on a warm beach. I was totally calm and relaxed.

I could feel the air escape my lungs and I let go of the sexual tension and let its last ripples course through my body.

What could I do to repay this girl for what she had done to me? I now loved Michelle in a way I never thought that one girl could love another. I made up my mind and I had a plan, but I was too exhausted and it had to wait for a later time.

I took a while for the dizziness to clear my head, but when I had sufficiently recovered I said, “Let’s get into our pajamas, it’s time to put my brother to bed.”

We got dressed and went to my brother’s room. He had the place cleaned up and had taken his shower. He had turned down his bed, and his pajamas were neatly folded waiting to be put on. He, of course, was naked.

“Come, stand here. Hands on head,” I ordered him. “It’s time for your nightly inspection.”

Chastity devices are wonderful things for keeping boys in check, but you do have to be careful with them. They should not cause any discomfort (other than when the boy tries to get erected) and should not chafe or bind or cause any rashes. Since Stephen’s device is made of silicone rubber it’s a little safer than one made of metal and a lot safer than one made of plastic with its sharp edges.

I picked it because I thought it was cute. Mom opted for safety. Nonetheless, the instructions state that periodic inspections were recommended.

At first, these inspections were very frequent, but after a while when we knew that there weren’t any problems, they became daily as part of my brother’s bedtime routine.

“Come, take a look MD. I’ll show you what to do. You can do him tomorrow night.”

I pulled back the skin to expose the head and looked around it. I lifted the penis by the head and pulled it out and looked at the shaft. I took a close look at the scrotum. All looked OK.

I demonstrated how to put the device on and told MD that she could have the honor of doing it next time.

With the device in place, we both gave my brother a peck on the cheek.

“You can get dressed now,” I told him. “You can stay up and read or watch TV if you want, but be quiet and make sure you’re up in time for your morning chores.”

Michelle and I left and returned to our room. I slumped onto my bed for what I knew would be the soundest sleep of my life.

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