Exposed by Mrs. Foster Chapter 2

Exposed by Mrs. Foster Chapter 2
By Sir Cum Sizemore

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit 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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Chapter 2

My mother and father were a little pissed off when I got home. They were rightfully concerned they had bred an exhibitionist. I must admit there was a strong surge of sexual feelings when I was exposed with the possibility of being discovered, but they were not the same feelings as knowing I was discovered and would be naked from now on.

"Your mother and I have talked with Rich's mom. We think what she is proposing as punishment should work for correcting whatever in the hell is going through your head. Maybe a complete loss of control over your modesty will take away your need to play Russian roulette with your nudity." Then he kind of laughed and said, "Yeah, the bullet is in the chamber and it fired. You'll be so manhandled and viewed that any semblance of modesty will be erased. Now, you need to strip naked so I can do what I've got to do."

My father didn't have to elaborate. While I removed my clothes, he went to the closet to retrieve his favorite weapon--a two inch wide, size 40 belt. As I slid my underwear off he noticed the clean pubis.

"Oh did you shave it too?"

"No, Mrs. Foster did. She said she likes 'em clean and smooth, and it would stay clean and smooth until the punishment was over."

Again he chuckled, "Oh, that's going to be interesting to explain in the locker room, huh? Oh well, bend over the bed."

Slowly I lowered myself over the edge of his bed and almost immediately the snap of the strap hitting my bare backside echoed throughout the room. Again and again the belt hit home. By the time it was over I was crying profusely and begging for cessation. My ass was on fire.

"Okay, now you'll have some bruises to show everyone while you are parading around. They'll almost make the back side as interesting as the front side. Guess that depends on the gender of the viewer, huh?" He hung up the belt and left me sobbing on the floor of his bedroom. I would never hear of that evening again from my parents. They would however ask about me weekends at the Fosters.

On the first Tuesday afternoon, I reported to Rich's house and we went directly to his room. "Guess you need to get naked before my mom gets home." I sullenly began disrobing. After the shirt and pants were removed, I slid my underwear down and off. Rich grabbed my erect penis and began stroking it.

"Hey, you better quit. I'll shoot my wad all over the floor."

"So, my mom calls it milking. She said she wanted me to play with it as much as I wanted, but she also wants to watch. Guess you're right." He released it and said, "She wants Jimmy and me to have fun with your boy parts too. He's gonna probably torture it."

"What? Torture? What do you mean?"

"He asked my mother if he could put stuff up your "pee hole", and she said yes. I can't imagine that that wouldn't hurt a lot. Don't worry though she won't let him put anything sharp up there. Probably a cotton swab or something like that."

"I don't think so. I'll hurt the brat. He's not going to put anything up my dick."

Rich seated on his bed, began slapping my erection left and right. Nothing hurtful, just little slaps that made it sway. "Man I wish mine was as big as yours."

"Why?"

"The guys in the locker room make fun of me. They all have hair started and I don't and they call me "Hairless Richie". It's embarrassing.

"Well, don't you remember sex ed. She said some boys follow almost a year or two behind others, but they catch up. "

He continued to lightly bat my erection with his open hand and then grasped it firmly and gave it a yank. "I think having you naked is going to be fun. Actually, I'm going to bring Jennifer and some of the girls from school over to play with you too. Maybe your 'toy' will be a babe magnet, huh?" He laughed a bit and followed up with, "I like playing with it, wonder if I'm going to be a homo. Then I wouldn't need a babe magnet."

Then he did something very curious. He bent forward and licked the glans protruding the fist that was grasping my shaft. It did send a shiver down my spine. Then he released it and slapped my ass. "Come on, let's go outside a play catch with the football until Mom and Jimmy get home."

"I can't go out there. It's broad daylight. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking you will be out there before too long, so you might as well get used to it. You think my mom isn't going to make you display yourself to our neighbors? Shit, Jack, she's already told Old Lady Millhouse you were going to be running around naked. I heard her."

"Oh shit, Rich. What did the old lady say?"

"She asked Mom if she could undress you sometimes when you first get here. She also asked if she could touch 'all of' you. Mom said yes to both. You didn't think she wasn't gonna have you on display for just her did you. I mean this is Tuesday and tonight it's her turn to host her bridge group. They'll all be here for the show, Man. You're gonna get handled. A lot!"

This did make me stop and think. I was naked today and so far Rich was the only one who was in touch with my genitals. But soon, at least two more sets of hands and who knows what else were going to be fondling me. And, this weekend was going to be three days of complete nudity.

"Now get your ass out in the backyard so we can throw this football around." Again, Rich playfully slapped my bare ass.

Timidly I left the back door looking left, right and forward for any sign of neighbors. I looked in the yards and windows which had a clear view of Rich's yard. I couldn't see anyone. Rich grabbed my forearm and tugged me out to the grass covered area. "Go long!"

I trotted in less than a full run toward the shrubs on the left side of the yard. Half heartedly I looked for the football. As I continued to watch and run, I came to the yard boundary and fell into the hedge. It scratched the hell out of my sides, stomach, thighs and pubis.

"You all right?" Rich yelled.

"Yeah, I think so. It scratched the hell out of me."

The next door neighbor's back door slammed. It was Old Lady Millhouse, "Young man, are you okay? Stand up and let me have a look." She continued to walk toward me. My hands covered my penis and scrotum. She reached down and helped me stand. "Now, son, how can I check you out, if you have your hands covering things up. Hands up right now." She hoisted my arms, immediately casting her gaze at my genital area. "Let me check this out," she gently cradled my rapidly erecting penis. "Looks like it's all right, let's check the rest of the package." She cradled my testicles and then stretched the scrotum as she gave me a thorough exam. "You know Shelia told me you'd be here naked all the time. I just love little naked boys. Their little winkies are so interesting and fun to play with. I can see the good Lord gave you one worth playing with too. Richie, go in my kitchen drawer and get my ruler, I've gotta know how long this puppy is." As Rich went toward her house without any sign of protest, she hollered, "It's the middle drawer on the island there." Then she turned her attention to my dick which she was still cradling and slightly kneading. Her screen door slammed and Rich came running up with a plastic ruler.

"Here you go, Mrs. Millhouse."

She took the ruler and pressed it hard under my penis pinching the top of the scrotum between the plastic edge and my pubis. "My, this woody is almost seven inches. My God, son, that's a good size penis. And, the doctor who cut the foreskin did a nice clean job. See, Richie, how clean the cleft is between the glans, the tip, and the rest of it? Yours is clean like this too as I remember." Then she turned to look my friend in the eye, "Maybe your mother will wake up and make you join your friend here. It'd be nice to have two of you handsome devils running around nude." Rich got a fearful look in his eye with that remark. "Well, Jack is it?" I nodded affirmatively. "Well, Jack, we'll have to measure it soft as well. I'm just curious." No sooner had the words left her mouth then the Foster's backdoor slammed and Mrs. Foster walked over to join the exhibition.

"See, I told you he was a looker. He didn't give you a hard time about feeling him did he?"

"No, not at all. I measured his woody, and, shit Shelia, he's like a full grown man. Seven inches. Can you believe it?"

"I told you you'd be impressed."

Momentarily, Jimmy walked out the back door wearing only a t-shirt. His little wiener was sticking straight out and swaying side to side under the hem of the shirt as he walked toward us. "Now, Jimmy, I said naked. Get that shirt off now. The boy stopped and tried to pull off the t-shirt with apparently no concern over his being completely naked in front of Mrs. Millhouse.

"Come over here and let Mrs. Millhouse feel your penis, Honey."

The seven year old did as he was told. The old woman took his little pencil in her hand and rubbed it some. Then holding it up out of the way, she explored his ball sack. "Little, but cute and fun too." She said as she released it. "Shelia, are you going to start a boy nudist colony or something. What about Rich? He needs to join the others."

"Maybe later. Come on boys we need to get dinner on."

Gladly, I followed her indoors as did her two. "Jimmy sit on the chair over there and spread your legs apart." She went to the sink and began to wash her hands. Casting a glance at the splayed boy she continued, "Come on, Jimmy, real wide." The boy spread even wider. His little erection was elevated exposing his little ball sack. "Jack get over there and lick his balls and dick for him."

"Oh, come on, Mrs. Foster, I'm not going to do that."

"Wanna bet?" She came back. "Get over there and do what I told you, or you'll sure as hell wish you did."

"I'd do it if I were you," Rich hinted.

Slowly I lowered myself in front of the young boy. Again, Mrs. Foster shouted her order, "Lick it." Slowly my tongue was extended, but I could bring myself to contact the tip of the little but long hard on. Suddenly there was a whistle and a sharp slap on my ass. She'd hit me with a spatula. "Get that tongue on his penis now." As I licked the little glans the boy giggled and the penis flipped up. "Go on, get his ball sack." As I went forward to lick the boy's scrotum, his brother pulled the leg aside for a better look at the action his mother was putting me up to. My tongue detected the rippled skin which was holding the boys testicles tightly. He continued to giggle.

"Put my wiener in your mouth and suck on it." The young voice ordered.

"You heard him, do what he asked."

My mouth engulfed the hardened shaft. It went all the way in and I began fondling it with my tongue. Slowly, almost automatically, I found myself sucking the child's penis. I could feel the cleft between the glans and the shaft with my tongue. With a rapid lunge the boy's backside left the chair as he groaned in delight.

Mrs. Foster was satisfied, "Okay, Jack, you can come up for air."

I did.

"In addition to being serviced, however, by whomever, you will also be doing some of the servicing for my two boys, understand?"

I reluctantly nodded my understanding.

"Richie, get naked now." She ordered. I became concerned that I was going to end up 'servicing' Richie right then and there, but it didn't happen.

Richie was hard as a rock when his tighty-whities came off. The elastic caught his penis and as it released it, the boner slapped the area just below the navel. He automatically spread his legs as he sat in the chair as was the requirement of the house.

"Jack, do you see any hair around his yet?"

I glanced over and replied, "No."

"Get over there and look closely. Feel it with your hand. Really check him out. Let me know if there's hair there. If there is, we'll take him to the crotch barbershop tonight."

I rubbed Richie's pubic area and visually explored the area above this erect penis. No hair.

"Nope, there's no hair there." I reported.

She put the bowls of food on the table. And, we began eating. I couldn't help but notice as his mother began serving with one hand, she slid her other down Richie's thigh and gently stroked his stiffy. Richie completely ignored her action.

"You boys need to go in the living room and get things set up for the bridge group tonight. Richie, show Jack where the card tables are stored." With that both of us naked as the day we were born, sporting fully erect penises rose and began preparing the room.

Mrs. Foster went on about her cleaning in preparation for the card session that evening. As she dusted, she began throwing embarrassing verbal jabs at me. I assume to make my erection harder longer. "You know I'm going to have Jennifer and a few of her friends over this weekend. We're going to let them play with your equipment and maybe even let them explore your rosy little hole. What do you think about that?"

"Mrs. Foster, why are you making me do this? I mean, how come I have to be naked and Richie doesn't have to do a thing. I mean he was as much a part of that night as I was."

"Yes, but you, my young friend were the naked one. And, I must say you have a much more inviting genital area than he does as this point. I think the girls will have fun with it. I'll make you a deal. This weekend, I'll give the girls a chance to spend the time with you dressed or naked and see which they choose. If they say dressed, then you're off the hook. But..."

"Mom, you know what they are going to pick. So why even offer?" Richie spouted as he snapped the leg of the card table into place.

"Because, young man, it gives your friend there a chance to get out of being the party favor at their gathering. That's why. And, if you make any more smart remarks, you won't be dressing before the ladies get here either."

At seven thirty the women began arriving. I was made to greet each at the door without shielding my 'items of interest'. They, at least most of them, could have been typified as cougars. I must say for women in their late thirties and early forties, they were remarkably interested in this teenage phallus and would handle all my parts prior to introductions. They weren't the least bit shy. My overriding tendency was to want to shield myself from their assaults, but Mrs. Foster's belt was applied generously to my posterior each time I moved in that direction. With each snap of the leather hitting my ass, the older women chuckled and encouraged her with, "Oh come on, Sheila, is that all you've got. Let him have it. Leave a welt," and other similar chiding. Though I wasn't able to see much on my own, I could feel the heat of some of the contact areas rather vividly. I knew there were welts. Anyway, to literally save my ass, I soon learned not to cover my penis or scrotum for any reason.

As Richie and I catered the event, my penis was played with endlessly. I don't think those old ladies had been 'serviced' in years, and this certainly was a time to revisit their younger times. A couple did shove their fingers up my hole causing me to lunge upward with a grunt, followed by laughter and cheers from the audience.

"Sheila, you know what I'd like to see?" One of the geezers, a lady introduced to me as Mrs. Overstreet, asked.

"No Marge, what?"

"Wouldn't it be entertaining to have Jimmy come in and suck off Jack? I mean I've never see a boy being stimulated by another boy and that would be just wonderful. Don't you think?"

Jennifer's mother spoke up, "The reason you haven't is we adults could be in a heap of trouble for doing such a thing."

"Yeah, I think they call it 'contributing to the delinquency of a minor, if my memory serves me." Another added.

"Oh nonsense, I think it'd be fun to watch that. Besides, both boys are in her care. It would be a sight." A lady from the far table remarked very audibly.

"Richie, go find your brother and bring him in here." Mrs. Foster responded.

I knew from the way that went that I was going to be feeling guarded pleasure, even through the embarrassment of the venue in which this was going to happen. When Jimmy entered the room, he had a questioning look in his eyes. The apprehension remained as he asked his mother, "What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything, Jimmy," his mother reassured him.

"No, Jimmy, it's what you're gonna do, that's made us call you in here." Mrs. Overstreet who'd suggested the entertainment expounded. There were some giggles from what was said. She rose from her chair and brought the boy to me. "Okay, Jack sit here and spread those legs wide or I'll hit that sack of yours so hard the marbles are pushed to your throat." I did as I was told, "Hands on your head boy." She ordered and I followed her orders. There was evident tension in both my mind, and, looking at Jimmy, his as well. Neither of us was prepared for this situation and the woman's tone and actions were threatening. She grabbed my penis and began wiggling and yanking on it. She stroked the tip with her index finger and it lengthened until I thought it would burst through the glans. She then pulled Jimmy shorts and underwear down and ordered him to step out of them. After that she removed his shirt. He was completely nude and stiff as I was at that point. After rubbing his little penis and semi-examining his slit, she pushed him to his knees in front of me. All of the other ladies were moving for the best visual position. Mrs. Foster mumbled how cute Jimmy's hard on was and how she'd have to keep him naked as well during the week. Then Overstreet ordered, "Now, Jimmy, you lick it. Go on, lick it all over." Hesitantly, Jimmy looked to his mother as if to elicit support.

Mrs. Foster nodded toward my crotch and said, "You heard Mrs. Overstreet. Lick it!"

I remember shivering as that little tongue tip touched my glans. He managed to hit right at the opening to my urethra. Then he was again coaxed by Mrs. Overstreet. "Lick all of it Jimmy. His sack too." He complied. As his little tongue made its way down my shaft I could feel my prostate preparing for action.

One of the other onlookers then said, "You better get him going, I thing the big kid's gonna shoot soon."

Then Mrs. Overstreet said, "Good job, Jimmy, now put his dick in your mouth. Go on, now, all the way in or at least as far as you can."

As the seven year old engulfed my penis I shivered again and felt the definite expansion of the glans in preparation for the release.

"Now, Jimmy, you need to suck it like a Popsicle. But, Jimmy, he's going to shoot something out of his peepee and you need to swallow it. Don't let any of it come out of your mouth, okay?"

At this point the little guy was crying, but with my penis crammed to the back of his throat he could only mumble an "uh, ha" and nod slightly. I was so engaged in the feeling of the up and coming ejaculation, I was somewhat oblivious. As the sensation rose, I naturally grabbed the boy's head and shoved it further toward my bald pubis. Then shot after shot of semen made its way toward the target. Jimmy choked, but quickly recovered and tried to consume the warm goo as he was instructed. Still crying and occasionally gagging the boy tried not to allow any to leave his mouth.

The audience was in awe. "You know Marge that was outstanding. I mean I never..." one of the ladies said with a tone of complete interest.

Mrs. Foster followed, "Yeah, Marge, good idea and what an amazing show."

Breathlessly, I released my hold on Jimmy's head and he removed himself. There were remnants of semen that could be seen on the corners of his mouth. He was tearful and somewhat mixed between being pissed and uncertain about what he was made to do. Then the inevitable when Overstreet said, "See, now you are a little cock sucker."

Angry about what had transpired and completely empathetic with Jimmy I couldn't help myself from yelling, "And, you are an asshole, lady. You're just an old asshole. And, so are the rest of you."

It was then the belt began pelting me on my thighs and abdomen. "Get up you brat." Overstreet was screaming at me. "I said, get up."

As I remember it, the rest of the audience had gone from awe to what could best be termed a combination of fear and indignation. I rose with the complete knowledge she'd just begun to discipline me. As I stood, she took a swing with the belt purposely toward my genitals and she managed to connect accurately. That brought me to my knees. I began to cry from the pain in my testicles. "Turn over unless you want this on your dick and balls. It makes no difference to me," she ordered.

I did as she instructed and awaited the onslaught of stripping across my bare ass. I didn't have to wait long. She was so pissed she must have connected twenty to twenty five times until one of the other ladies finally had the foresight to get involved, "Marge, Marge, that's enough. He's had enough." It stopped and I must admit I had had enough. I was crying with a lot of tears and a generous flow of snot from my nostrils. I was so devastated by the severity of the beating it was hard for me to stand up. My backside was on fire.

As Mrs. Overstreet threw the belt on to the couch beside my head she said, "Don't you ever use that language about me or my friends. Do you understand?" I couldn't respond I was so wasted. After a short pause, she wildly screamed again, "I said, do you understand?"

With all the strength I had I managed to whimper a respectful, "Yes."

Mrs. Foster then allowed me to retreat to Richie's room. Her company sat in silence. I wrapped my arm around the still crying Jimmy and walked with him half to support my upright position and half to support him emotionally. As we left to go upstairs Mrs. Foster hollered after us, "And, both of you are to stay naked. No more clothes for you either Jimmy. Understand?"

We both acknowledged with a very subservient, "Yes."

"I want those little girls to have plenty to play with this weekend."

A fully clothed and very somber Richie awaited our arrival. Though he wasn't in the room when all that took place he certainly heard it and knew what we'd both been through.

Lesson two, remember lesson one.