Future of Porn

“The following is intended for ADULTS ONLY. If you are under 18 or are offended by stories of a sexual nature, STOP NOW. This story takes place in a FANTASY world with no AIDS or STDs. In the REAL world AIDS and STDs can kill you. Protect yourself!!!!”

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Several months had past. Work started picking up for Kay and me. We rarely saw each other, much less had sex. I was looking forward to the coming weekend together, when, on Wednesday, Kay called and reminded me that she was going to help at her annual crafts fair in Mannsville (about 70 miles away). She planned to go out to Cynthia”s for the weekend, seeing as Cynthia lived 30 miles closer to Mannsville and she was also going to help at the fair. On top of that, Kay wanted to keep her friend company seeing as Marc was going out of town for 2.5 weeks. I was disappointed at hearing this news, but I could not change Kay”s plans.

The following day, I had to go to an early morning meeting in Lannis (about 40 miles away). After putting 3 straight 14-hour days, the chore of waking up at 5am to go to a stupid meeting was done grudgingly. Thankfully, it was over around noon. I got a burger and hit the road. I was feeling rather stressed about work, and down about not seeing Kay.

My mind was in a fog as I drove home, but that changed when I saw the billboard for the “Book Shack – Adult Books, Movies and More! 25 Cent Booths.” I had almost forgotten that the highway took me right by the place Kay and I had sucked some dicks. A few weeks ago I had been by there to buy a fancy vibrator for Kay. During that visit, I met the owner, Kevin. He”s a nice guy and we chatted a long time.

I pulled off the highway and into the Book Shack”s parking lot. Upon entering the store, I saw Kevin and asked him how things were going. “Couldn”t be better,” he said. “Those fancy vibrators are selling great. I turned over my entire stock 4 times in 2 weeks. 110 vibrators in the last 10 days! Good thing the owner of the vibrator company is an old friend of mine. He told me that I am his number one client and he fills my orders before all others.”

“Wow, Kev,” I said, “that”s fantastic! Why are you selling so many?”

“There was some show on TV about them, now everyone wants one. I”ve had a lot of ladies, most married, come in.”

I said with a wink, “All the women were beautiful models, right?”

“A couple were pretty sweet, but most were middle-aged and rather ordinary.”

“So, did any go check out the booths?”

“I encouraged them,” Kevin said slyly. “I offered them free tokens. A couple dozen took me up on it. One night 4 sorority girls came over from the local religious college. They all bought vibrators and all went to the booths. They stayed back there about 45 minutes. Hell, I even ran back there and got my knob polished.”

I was getting a hard-on listening to him. I asked, “But how many of the women ran out the booths and store in disgust?”

“A couple,” he answered. “About half left after the tokens ran out. About 10 stayed longer. Most of those said that they would be back. I told them that if they brought a friend, I”d give them 25% off their next vibrator. Six have come back to take me up on the offer. Can you believe that?” My dick was pulsing, it was so hard. Kevin continued, “Three of my return customers have been back to the booths more than twice a week. One gal even brought her husband; they were in back for over an hour. Business is so good in the booths, that I am going have them repainted next week.”

“That”s great! Any of your new customers here today?” I asked with a grin.

“No. But there is some lunch-time regular, Thomas, who is having an extended buffet, if ya know what I mean. He said he”ll be out of town for a while and wanted to fill up before his trip.”

“Sounds good to me.” I got $5 worth of tokens, and proceeded toward the booths. In the corridor I saw 3 guys lined up in from of booth #3. I looked at one, nodded toward the door and asked, “Thomas?” He nodded back. I wasn”t going to hang out in the hall for 10 minutes for a shot at Thomas, so I went into a booth at the end, and watched a couple of videos. After clicking through the channels, I settled on a movie featuring 3 lesbians and their dildos. After a little bit, I went back out into the hall to check on the line. There was only one guy left. He was squeezing his cock through his pants. Booth #2″s door opened, and a satisfied-looking man walked out. The guy in line walked into #2. By examining the situation, I could tell that Thomas was in booth #3 and that he was getting it from both sides.

Booth #4 opened; its occupant left and I walked in. After putting tokens in the machine, I pulled out my cock and looked through the gloryhole. I was very surprised to see that “Thomas” was Marc, Cynthia”s husband. I was turned-on more than ever. The movie playing in his booth was one about blowjobs, but Marc wasn”t watching it. Instead, he was bobbing up and down on his neighbor”s cock. Remembering my previous experience at the booths with Marc, I decided to have some fun with him. Through the hole I said in a disguised voice, “Let me see you do it, cocksucker!” He responded by tilting his body and head off to one side so I could see him sucking. Marc pulled the cock (which was about 5 inches long) out of his mouth, looked at me and smiled. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft. “Make him cum all over your face,” I said sternly. Marc picked up his tempo and soon the cock sprayed cum on his cheeks and in his open mouth. He licked the dick clean, then used his fingers to scoop the cum off his face and into his mouth.

“Now me, cocksucker!” I barked at him. I stood up and put my 7.5 inches and balls through the gloryhole. Immediately Marc had his mouth on my cock. He was sucking like he needed my cum or he was going to die. I said loudly, “You like it, don”t you?” He didn”t answer; he just kept slurping. I repeated the question. Still no answer, so I withdrew from the hole.

Finally he said, “Yes, I love it!”

I toyed with him, “Do you want to suck it?”

“Please let me suck your cock.”

“Tell me why, slut.”

“Because I want your cum.” He paused then said, “Please give me your cum.” I put my dick back through the gloryhole. He sucked like crazy. I could hold back no more; I came. It felt like I dumped a gallon down his throat.

Pulling back, I said, “You are a good little slut.” I sat down and relaxed. I looked back at Marc; he was waiting for another cock from the other booth, but none appeared. He gathered himself together, stood up and unlocked the door. I wanted to have more fun with him, so I made sure I walked out of my booth at the same time he walked out of his. We almost ran into each other. “Marc, funny seeing you here.”

He turned 3 shades of red. He knew it had been me whom he just sucked off. In fact, I could see some cum on his face. “I … I,” he stammered.

“Having a good lunch break? Getting some stress relief, eh?”

Shyly, with his head lowered, he said, “Ahh … ummm … just checking out a few films.”

“Kay tells me that you are going out of town for a couple of weeks.”

He was coming out of his fog, “Yeah. I”m off to Pittsburgh for 17 days.”

“That”ll be stressful. I hope the misses is giving you a little relief before you go.” Looking right at him, I said, “Like you just gave me.”

After a moment, still with his head down, he sheepishly said, “She doesn”t give me that kind of relief.”

“Well, did you get some here today?”

“No,” he admitted. “I was helping other people.”

“Helping can be fun,” I said. His head picked up and eyes opened. “Maybe you should try a different booth for some relief.”

“I will,” and he walked past me into booth #7. I quickly moved into booth #8. We both got our machines going. Marc pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I leaned toward the gloryhole and stuck my face against the wall. I darted my tongue back and forth through the hole. Marc wasted no time; his 5 inch cock slipped past my lips. I held my mouth against the wall and he fucked it. Be angling the right way I could take him all in. After just a few minutes, I felt his cum splash on to my tongue. It was a lot. I swallowed as much as I could, but some leaked out of the corners of my mouth.

After Marc pulled out, I said, “Yummy.”

He said, “Thanks.”

I made sure we left the booths at the same time.

“Did you get some relief?” I asked.

“Yeah. Thanks for the advice about trying a different booth.”

“Don”t mention it. Ya know, while you”re in Pittsburgh, you shouldn”t let your stress build up too high. It sucks being away from home. You might want to check out cruisingforsex.com for places like this.”

He thanked me again. I wished him luck on his trip and we parted. I walked out to the front to talk to Kevin. “That guy come in a lot?”

“A couple of times a week.”

“Doesn”t surprise me. I know the guy and his wife is a prude. Maybe he should buy her one of those fancy vibrators.” We chuckled. We talked a little more about the improvements he was going to make—painting the booths and changing the screens, adding tissue boxes and wastebaskets. I suggested that he should advertise the vibrator in the local paper—especially in the food and fashion sections (the ones the women read). He thanked me for the idea and soon after I left.

Later on, I called Kay and told her the story. She was so turned-on that she grabbed he new vibrator and used it as we spoke. I could hear it churning (it is the kind that vibrates, churns little plastic beads, and has a rabbit to simulate the clit. Her new toy did the trick, and she came quickly. Kay”s breathing slowed and we talked about her weekend to come. After hanging up, I jerked off to some internet porn.

Friday through Sunday was on big pain for me; nothing but work, work, work. By the time I got home Sunday, I was exhausted and not looking forward to Monday. Kay”s weekend was much better. She told me the story that evening.

[In Kay"s Voice]

I couldn”t get my Thursday night”s conversation with C.J. out of my head. I thought about it all day at work on Friday. By the time I got to Cynthia”s, I was all wound up. Immediately, she offered some wine and I accepted. This was bad because I get horny when I get drunk. We talked about this and that through dinner and after. After 2 bottles of wine, around 9:30, she asked if I wanted to go into the hot tub. Naturally I said yes, but I also remembered that I forgot to bring my bathing suit. “That”s okay,” Cynthia explained with a slur, “we”ll go au natural. It”s just us girls.”

“Aren”t you afraid that your neighbors will see us?”

“Only Franklin, our one neighbor, can see to the tub.” She stared at me with a haze in her eyes, “Let him look! What a show he”ll have tonight!” She laughed.

We climbed into the tub naked. The conversation turned to Marc”s trip and C.J.”s work. I told her that it had been over 2 weeks since C.J. and had done it and that I was feeling very frisky. Cynthia looked embarrassed, so I changed the subject. We soaked for about 45 minutes. I was feeling very tired, but when I exited the tub, a blast of wind woke me up. Suddenly, I was goose-pipplely. I was also still very horny. Naked, we walked through the house and to our respective rooms. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I could not help staring at my breasts in the mirror. My nipples were still hard, and my thoughts were turning to C.J. and his cock. After brushing, I lingered in front of the mirror. My hands reached up to my breasts and I began to knead them. I rolled my nipples in my fingers; this sent small shock waves directly to my clit. I closed my eyes and started to imagine it was C.J.”s hands caressing me. I took a deep breath. It was at this moment that I heard Cynthia; she was standing naked in the hallway staring at me. I quickly dropped my hands to my side and felt a bit embarrassed. I gave her a half smile and said, “Just a little frisky tonight.” She looked at me with a blank face. “I was thinking of C.J.,” I explained, “I didn”t mean to embarrass you.”

She said, “No, no. My fault.” I could feel her eyes lock on to my tits, which was funny, because I was staring at hers too.

Cynthia shuffled off to her bedroom. I collected my things and headed to mine. My thoughts could not leave C.J.”s body and particularly his cock. I badly needed to get fucked. I wanted him inside of me. I was on fire. Fortunately, I brought my little helper with my: my mini-vibrator. I keep it in my purse for just such emergencies. It did the trick; within minutes, I was having an explosive orgasm. I tried to be quiet, but I let out a few loud whimpers and moans. After the stars faded from my eyes, I noticed that Cynthia had been standing outside of my closed door—her feet cast shadows through the crack at the bottom. After I calmed down, I heard her scamper off to her room.

Saturday morning came too early. We poured ourselves into the car, coffee in hand, and drove to the crafts show. Ten hours at booth can be boring. By the end of the day, I was happy to leave.

On the way home, Cynthia said to me from the passenger seat, “Sorry about walking in on you last night. I wasn”t trying to peep.”

“It”s okay,” I explained, “you”d already seen me naked, so it was not biggie. I hope I didn”t embarrass you; I got to thinking about C.J., and, well, my hormones took over.”

Cynthia blushed a little, but said, “I”m sorry I interrupted your fun.”

“Don”t worry about it. I used my little friend to help me out.”

“Little friend,” she asked.

“Yeah. My mini-vibrator.” While keeping my eyes on the road, I pulled out my purse and started to rummage in it. Upon finding the vibrator, I pulled it out and held it up where she could see it. Her eyes seemed to lock on to it.

“It looks like an egg with a string.”

“It”s my friend!” I laughed. “He has never failed me.” I turned it on and dropped it in her lap. She jumped, but quickly picked it up and felt it vibrating in her hand.

“I thought all vibrators were in the shapes of dicks,” she said.

“They come in all sizes, and shapes,” I explained. “Don”t you have one?” I turned toward her and saw that her face was bright red.

“No, why would I? Marc takes care of me.”

“Yes, but do you take care of yourself?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, when you masturbate, what do you do?”

I could hear her breath quicken as she announced, “I don”t do such things.”

“Liar! You”re a big liar!”

“It”s true! I swear! Only sluts masturbate.”

“Liar!”

“Why don”t you believe me?”

“Because, Cynthia, I saw you doing it?”

“W-w-w-what?”

“That night we rented pornos. I saw you masturbating to the movie.” She was caught and she knew it. I was worried that she was going to cry.

“You can”t tell Marc,” she said weakly. “He”ll think I”m a freak. He”ll think he can”t satisfy me. It”ll hurt him.” She was sniffling a little.

“Cyn… it”s okay. We all do it. I won”t tell Marc, I swear.” She was drying her eyes. “Now tell the truth, how often do you do it.”

“You won”t tell anyone?” she asked.

“I swear.”

“About every other day.” I was stunned; Miss Prissypants masturbates every other day. “Is that a lot?” she asked innocently.

“No,” I lied. “Do you think it is a lot?”

“I guess not. I have never asked anyone about it. How often do you do it?”

“I was doing about twice a week until C.J. got me this new vibrator; now I do it every night.”

“With that little thing?”

“No. It is a big one that twists and winds. You should get one.” There was a long pause.

“Where would I get such a thing? Sears won”t carry it.”

“I know a place. Let”s go get you one now! Think of it as a special treat for yourself while Marc is away.”

Another long pause. “Okay.”

I steered the car along the interstate and eventually exited when I saw the signs for the Book Shack. I pulled into the parking lot and turned off the motor. “We can”t go in there,” Cynthia protested.

“Why not?”

“Someone might see us.”

“Like who?”

“I don”t know…my minister.”

“Well then we”ll see him too, won”t we? Believe me, we have nothing to worry about. I have been to this place before and it is safe and friendly.”

Cynthia hesitated, but I got out of the car. “Come on,” I shouted. Tentatively, she got out of the car, looking around making sure no one could see her. We walked quickly to the door and entered. The bell alerted the other 4 customers and the guy behind the desk to our presence. Cynthia stopped in the doorway; she seemed scared, but also fascinated. I walked toward the vibrators and dildos, with Cynthia close at my side. The items took up most of one wall.

She seemed overwhelmed. “I never thought there could be so many. So many different sizes and shapes.” I pulled the duplicate of mine and showed it to her. She seemed interested. Cynthia stared lovingly at it. While she did that, I looked around the store. The other customers were checking us out. Recalling my previous visit, I started to feel hot. Flipping through a rack of videos made me even hotter. I really wanted to back to go the booths and suck a few cocks, but Cynthia would never go. After 5 minutes of browsing the DVDs, she approached me, vibrator in hand, and whispered, “I”m going to get this one.” She paused, “Kay, let”s be real nasty, and rent a video.”

I was stunned but happy. “Okay,” I whispered back, “but which one?”

“You pick it out.”

“There are so many. I don”t know which one would be good. We don”t want to get a bad one.”

“Oh, just hurry,” she said.

“I know, I”ll ask the guy at the desk.” Cynthia gasped when I said this, but did not stop me as approached him. We recognized each other from my previous visit. “We want to rent a video. A good one with cute guys. Can you recommend any?”

“There are so many,” he replied. “But you could check out the movies in the booths and rent one of those.”

“Oh and how do we do that?” I winked at him.

“Get about $10 each worth of tokens, go back to a booth and feed them in the slots. The booths have 25 different movies. You can change the channels and find one that you like. In fact, I”ll give you 2 for 1 on the tokens so you can peruse as many movies as you like.”

“Okay, let”s do that.” I turned to Cynthia and said, “Let”s go preview what we want. I bet we”ll find something we like.”

I turned back to the cashier and exchanged my money for tokens. He whispered to me, “Back for more, eh? Try booth #3.” He gave me the coins, and I handed half to my friend.

As we walked back toward the booths, he grumbled at us, “Remember, only one per booth.” Cynthia shot me a look of concern.

“Don”t worry,” I whispered to her as we passed the curtains, “we can share a booth.” The hall was empty. My friend seemed a little timid, so I grabbed her hand and lead her to the middle of the aisle. “Three. That”s my lucky number.” I opened the door and held it as Cynthia stepped in. What I noticed straight off were the gloryholes on each side; I think she was oblivious to them. I stepped in behind her and slid the door shut.

“How do we get it going?” I took ten coins and dropped them into machine. Immediately, the screen flickered on. The opening image was of a woman giving blowjobs—she was surrounded by three studs, each with big, fat dicks. I heard Cynthia gasp. After about 30 seconds, she asked if we could change the channel.

“Go ahead,” I said. She skipped through a bunch of them until she came to a woman getting fucked in the ass. I could tell by the quality of the movie that it was made by an amateur. The woman was very ordinary looking, had real tits, a bit of fat around her, and looked over 30—as opposed to the fake-titted skinny teenagers who starred in most films. On the screen, a second man appeared, and lined his cock up with the woman”s pussy. After a moment of hesitation, he shoved it in her. The woman moaned with ecstasy. While the men pounded away, I turned and looked at Cynthia. She was transfixed by the action. I noticed her squirming a little. “That DP is pretty hot. I bet you want that done.”

“Yes, ma’m.”

Watching this handsome young man masturbate himself in front of all of us was beginning to take its toll on Cheryl. She had always been a physical, hands-on kind of girl and I knew she was finding it difficult to simply look and not touch. Eventually, her libido got the best of her and she put her hand to his thigh, rubbing him up and down very slowly and sensually. Craig’s entire body shuddered at the unexpected but welcome intrusion, his breathing becoming labored.

“Would you like me to rub your balls Craig?” Cheryl asked with a seductive smile.

“Yes, m’am,” he said excitedly. “That would be really nice.”

She looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and gave a sullen pout as her right hand slipped under his heavy, sperm-swollen sac.

“Oh…” he moaned, as she gently rubbed his two balls in her hand.

Bonnie was grinning ear to ear.

As my attention had been focused upon the erotic scene before me, I did not immediately notice the arrival of two young blonde girls who came bounding out of the house laughing and shouting. They had stopped a few feet to the left of me before I noticed them with my peripheral vision. The girls were about 18 years of age, the twin daughters of the wife of Bonnie’s previous husband, Gustav. Both of them were around 5′ 6” in height and svelte, with cute little freckled noses and deep blue eyes. Their names were Alice and Patti Ann and they were visiting Bonnie on their vacation from school. Both were dressed in matching sexy pink bikinis that reminded me very much of two similar-looking celebrity twins I had seen on television.

I had met these girls several times before and I never liked either of them very much. ‘Bitch’ was the word that first came to mind when I laid my eyes on these two but Bonnie took an interest in them straight away. It made sense. They were very much like my sister when she herself was their age and I think she took the two girls under her wing as a mentor might do with a promising protégé.

At first, the girls stood motionless and open-mouthed as they watched Cheryl play with Craig’s cock. Then they started chuckling as their initial shock gave way to nervous excitement.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Bonnie asked the twins.

“Playing video games in the den,” Patti Ann replied, unable to tear her gaze away from Craig. “What’s going on?”

“Do I have to explain?” Bonnie asked perfunctorily.

Alice looked at her sister and said teasingly, “As if you’ve never seen this before!”

“Oh, shut up you little slut,” Patti Ann said to her sister.

“Stop it.” Bonnie ordered. “Have you two lost your manners? Say hello to Christiana and everyone.”

After all of us had exchanged greetings, the twins resumed arguing with each other.

“I am not a slut by the way,” Alice said to her sister.

“You’re the biggest slut I know,” Patti Ann said harshly.

“Come on ladies,” Bonnie said interrupting them. “Cheryl has asked for the ‘house’ dressing and Craig has graciously obliged her. Now, you can either stay and watch, or leave. Just don’t interrupt.”

Despite my sister’s seeming nonchalance and cavalier approach to life, she could be a stern taskmaster when she felt the reins being forced from her hands. She would not abrogate control to anyone, not to Philip, not to me, and especially not to these two harpies. The girls could not help but respect her for this, and they called a truce, finding greater pleasure in the lascivious scene taking place right before their eyes than in their mutual antagonism toward each other.

Bonnie ordered the attendant to bring two extra folding chairs for the girls and, putting their quarrel aside for the moment, they sat side by side at our table watching as Craig brought himself closer to orgasm. Although he seemed a little nervous at the intrusion of the two argumentative vixens, he dutifully carried out Bonnie’s directive and continued stroking his long, thick tool with a deliberate and rhythmical cadence, relishing in the feel of Cheryl’s delicate hand as she lovingly caressed his testicles.

“I would like to see some sperm soon.” Bonnie demanded of the boy.

“Yes, m’am,” Craig replied in an obedient tone.

After several minutes had passed, it became apparent to everyone that he was taking too long to cum. Sensing his difficulty, Cheryl rubbed some olive oil in her palms and started to masturbate him herself. The twins snickered.

“How’s that baby?” Cheryl said to boy.

His eyes rolled back in his head.

“Great!” was all he managed to reply.

I looked over at Rebecca. By this time her legs were spread wide open and two fingers of her right hand were pushing in and out her slit with increased vigor. She hardly noticed or cared about the other people around her with the exception of Craig. She watched with anticipation as Cheryl’s hand flew up and down Craig’s greasy pole with ever increasing speed, her face reflecting her own sense of urgency within.

“Bring him off already damn it!” Rebecca said to Cheryl. “And get that bowl ready!”

By this time any normal man would have shot his load. But for some reason Craig seemed to be having difficulty. Despite Cheryl’s marvelous handjob, the sperm refused to fly.

“Oh, what I wouldn’t give for some EJAX-472 right now!” Bonnie blurted out. “Come on boy,” she said to Craig. “All the ladies want to watch you cum. What’s the problem?”

“Did you ever think that he might be a little bit nervous?” Cheryl replied between strokes.

“He’s doing fine, Bonnie,” I said, coming to the boy’s aid. “Just give him a little more time.”

Rebecca hands were pumping furiously now. Her face was flushed and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she would have an orgasm—most likely before the boy did.

“I wanna see you shoot your fucking load all over my face!” she cried.

Michelle laughed.

“Yeah, why don’t you aim it right in her mouth,” she said to Craig.

“Rebecca loves the taste of cum don’t you, you wanton slut?” Bonnie remarked. “But I want you to shoot your sperm into the salad bowl,” she said to Craig. “Can you do that?”

“I’m trying ma’m,” the boy replied shamefaced, as Cheryl tried frantically to release his store of pent-up sperm.

During this time the twins had been talking softly to each other as if planning something. Suddenly, Alice got up and walked over to Bonnie and whispered something in her ear. Bonnie must have liked what she heard because Alice then walked over to Craig and slapped him right across the face. Patti Ann followed her sister’s actions and removed Cheryl’s hand from Craig’s glistening penis and kneed him in the balls, causing the boy to fall to the floor in pain. We, as well as the other women at the next table, reacted with shock.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Cheryl screamed at the twins.

“It’s all right, Cheryl,” Bonnie said calmly. “Let it go.”

Cheryl looked at me for support.

“Bonnie, what’s going on?” I asked, seeking some justification for the twin’s violent behavior.

“Don’t worry sis. Nobody do anything. Just watch.”

I knew better than to interrupt further, realizing that what we were seeing was none other than one of Bonnie’s magnificent spectacles that she had staged many times before. Rebecca, however, did not appreciate the interruption. Whatever sexual excitement her self-pleasuring had given her had come to an abrupt halt with the cessation of Craig’s masturbation. She groaned loudly and laid her head upon the table looking completely frustrated.

Alice grabbed Craig by his hair and pulled him up to a kneeling position. Patti Ann stood behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” Alice shouted at the startled young man. “You’re a big disappointment to your mistress.”

“I know miss. I…I’m sorry miss,” the boy stammered.

Patti Ann dug her nails into his shoulders.

“A servant who can’t cum when his mistress commands him to is useless!”

“Yes, useless!” Alice barked. “I think some form of punishment is in order, don’t you Patti Ann?”

“Absolutely!” the girl agreed.

It was highly amusing to see these two girls, who had previously been at each other’s throats, act their part in this production with such welcome cooperation. No one other than Bonnie and myself knew that the whole thing was just an act: that Craig and the twins were merely performing for Bonnie’s birthday and that the entire event had been staged. The actors threw themselves into their roles with gusto, and it was a thrill for me to see my friends witness this unique performance totally oblivious to the fact that it was all a sham.

Alice looked down upon Craig and sneered.

“Get up!” she commanded.

The young man slowly got to his feet, cradling his genitals.

“What form of punishment does the mistress wish to inflict upon this creature?”

“Since this was his first offence and since it was a minor one,” Bonnie began, “I think we should punish him with a spanking.”

“Oh, come on Bonnie,” Michelle intervened. “Are you serious?”

Bonnie eyed my colleague warily. “Don’t interfere Michelle,” she warned.

“You’re not going to really have them spank him are you?” Cheryl asked my sister.

“I most certainly am,” Bonnie replied. “Girls,” she said turning to the twins, “give him what for.”

Rebecca, although not in on the joke, seemed to accept the soon to be occurring spectacle with silent aplomb. Frustrated in her desires to achieve sexual climax, she just lay back in her lounge chair with a dreamy look on her face, as if she were in the process of recharging her sexual batteries for some future opportunity.

The twins placed two chairs side by side and ordered Craig to await their instructions. I thought it was hilarious that he should continue to hide his genitals behind his cupped hands after recently jerking off in front of us. But I think this was done more for the sake of the act than anything else.

“Ladies,” Alice began, as she addressed the women at the nearby tables, “this man is going to get a spanking for disobeying his mistress. You are all invited to watch.”

Alice and Patti Ann seated themselves and ordered Craig to lie down on his stomach, straddling both of them. Alice held him firmly by the hair as Patti Ann got ready to administer the punishment.

“How many whacks should he get mistress?” Patti Ann inquired.

Bonnie thought quickly. “I think ten slaps on his buttocks should suffice.”

“Yes, mistress,” the girl replied.

Seeing that the twins were really serious about spanking the young man, several women from the other tables came closer to witness the event. Bonnie looked at me and winked, conveying in that subtle gesture that everything was proceeding as planned.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” Alice asked Craig.

“Yes, miss,” he replied in a contrite tone.

“Here we go,” Patti Ann sang.

The whole thing may have been an act, but a casual observer might not have thought so from witnessing the enthusiasm shown by Patti Ann as she delivered the first slap to Craig’s bottom. She raised her hand high in the air and brought it down upon his rear end with some measure of force. I don’t think Craig was anticipating such pain delivered by the hands of such a small girl, and the look of surprise on his face was priceless. Patti Ann kept her blows well paced, about several seconds apart, in order for the victim and the onlookers to absorb the full measure of his distress. I had to admit that his buttocks were singularly muscular and beautifully shaped—a fact not wasted on the twins who had to suppress giggling from time to time in between slaps. He cried out in pain a few times, but for the most part endured the beating with silence. I could tell that Patti Ann was enjoying her role as disciplinarian, relishing each crack on Craig’s bottom with sensuous delight.

Halfway through Craig’s punishment, his buttocks became a rosy red in color, leading Bonnie to comment, “That’s it Patti Ann, make each one count!” To which Patti Ann responded by hitting the hapless lad even harder.

The dozen or so women from the other tables stood around us admiring Patti Ann’s precisely timed strikes, chastising Craig for his disobedience to his mistress while applauding the twins for their disciplinary skills. I found this impromptu vignette highly entertaining, and soon found myself cheering the two little vixens on as they delivered the final strokes to Craig’s naked buttocks.

After Patti Ann had given him the tenth and final whack, she and her sister ordered Craig to his feet. The punishment was over.

“Now Craig,” Bonnie began, “I expect you to…”

Bonnie stopped talking as Craig now stood before us sporting an immense erection, no doubt induced by the physical punishment he had just received.

“What’s that?” my sister asked the young man.

“I got an erection ma’m,” Craig said sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry young man,” Bonnie said. “You still owe Cheryl her ‘house’ dressing, don’t you?”

The twins giggled.

“Yes, ma’m.”

Bonnie looked at Alice and Patti Ann. “Relieve him of his sperm, would you ladies?”

The girls looked at each other in an attempt to determine Bonnie’s intent. Bonnie saw them vacillate and motioned for Cheryl to hold the salad bowl directly in front of Craig’s swollen tool.

“Alice,” Bonnie began, “I want you to masturbate him until he shoots his load into the bowl. Patti Ann, you can play with his balls.”

“But I want to jerk him off,” Patti Ann protested.

“You’ll have plenty of cocks to jerk off later. Right now you will do as you are told.”

Stifling a whine, Patti Ann took hold of Craig’s balls as Alice began to masturbate him. Cheryl held the bowl just under his cock, anxious to watch him ejaculate into it.

“Make sure it goes in the bowl and not on any of us okay?” Cheryl instructed Alice.

Alice reacted to Cheryl’s request with indifference, which made Cheryl somewhat nervous. I don’t think she trusted Alice, and I couldn’t blame her. Of the twins, she was the most intransigent and did not like to be told what to do. She wore a haughty expression on her face as she casually masturbated Craig’s huge cock, as if she were too good to be performing such a menial task. Her thin, tanned arm worked its way up and down over the length of his prick, never skipping a beat. It appeared to me that she had performed this function on many a boy during her young life and I had to admit that she was possessed of a practiced stroke.

By this time several other women had gathered around us, forming a small crowd of about 40 or 50 women, all eager to witness the erotic spectacle. I could tell that Bonnie was enjoying the show immensely by the way she sat back in her chair casually twisting her short blonde hair into knots, as she often did when she felt aroused. For all intents and purposes, she looked like a queen as she sat nonchalantly on her chair surveying her subjects.

Craig suddenly let out a sharp cry as his chest rose swiftly up and down in response to the Alice’s vigorous handjob. She knew he was on the verge of coming and increased her tempo, watching intently as his prick began to spasm. Patti Ann, not content to simply rub his balls any longer, boldly bent down and enveloped one of Craig’s testicles in her mouth, unashamedly licking and sucking the cum-filled sac with lustful abandon. This proved too much for the boy, who could no longer hold back the rush of sperm.

Alice pointed the massive tool downward into the salad bowl that Cheryl held dutifully in her hands. “How do you like your salad dressing Cheryl?” she asked.

“Thick and creamy,” Cheryl said teasingly as she looked into Craig’s eyes.

Those were the last words Craig heard before his cock exploded. Sensing he was now coming, Patti Ann removed her mouth from his scrotum and kept her head right next to his cock, waiting for his ejaculation to commence. Craig’s mouth was now hanging wide open, his lower body bucking like a wild stallion.

“Oh, God!” he screamed, as the first wave of hot sperm shot out of his cock.

The thick rope of cum flew out with such force that it hit the bowl on its rim, splashing partially into the leaves of lettuce and then ricocheting onto the table and into my own hands. The girls screamed with laughter as I held up my cum-covered fingers for all to see.

“Nice shot!” was all I could manage to say between fits of laughter.

Alice was delighted by the results of her handiwork, and instead of pointing the climaxing cock into the bowl, she aimed the spurting prick at random in an attempt to hose us all down with Craig’s creamy spunk. I thought Bonnie would be displeased, but she merely sat back in her chair, teasing Craig to see if he could shoot a load of sperm her way. No sooner had she made that comment when he did just that—Alice’s pretty hands coaxing out an enormous load of goo that flew high up into the air and across the table, landing in a massive display of silvery white droplets all over Bonnie’s face and hair.

“Fuck!” she cried, quickly reaching for a napkin.

Rebecca was beside herself with laughter, and I myself could barely speak, as the sight of my sister’s predicament sent me into howls of joy. Bonnie herself took the unexpected sperm shower in stride, wiping the stringy ejaculate from her face with a big smile, allowing herself to sample a few drops of Craig’s creamy emissions.

Alice and Patti Ann giggled excitedly as each successive burst of semen brought forth from Alice’s talented hand found someone else’s body to anoint. This time Cheryl was the target. At first managing to dodge the first few waves of sticky paste, she was unable to deflect the third huge rope of sperm that somehow managed to fly straight into her open mouth. I watched as the surprised girl was forced to swallow the bulk of the sticky offering, letting the rest of it to spill from her mouth in huge globs.

Gales of laughter filled the air around me as Alice continued to pull on the spurting prick. The third and fourth shots of cum landed in Maria’s lap, while Rebecca took a long, stringy load to her chin. A few short, but intense bursts of semen landed in Michelle’s salad bowl, coating her right hand in the process. No one had escaped unscathed. Even Patti Ann, who had managed keep her face just inches away from Craig’s prick, and who, along with everyone else, was laughing and enjoying his continuous ejaculations, was finally rewarded with several giant cumshots to her face when her evil twin decided to twist the massive prick in her direction at the last moment. Interestingly, the girl didn’t flinch, preferring instead to let her sister’s hand aim stream after stream of cum into her open mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, using her fingers to gather the residue that fell from her chin onto the table and swallowing that down as well.

As the last few spurts of cum dribbled out of Craig’s tool, Alice removed her hands and wiped whatever cum that was on them onto a napkin. The entire crowd broke out into simultaneous cheers and applause as Craig, Alice, and Patti Ann smiled and announced that the show was now over.

“He shot quite a lot didn’t he?” Michelle observed, noting the copious globs of cum atop her salad.

“Must have been storing it up for weeks,” I joked.

“Certainly seems that way,” she replied, staring into the bowl.

“Did everyone enjoy the performance?” Bonnie asked the crowd, still wiping the residue of sperm from her hair. “Weren’t the kids great?”

Her query was answered with wild applause from everyone.

“Performance?” Michelle asked surprised. “So, this was all an act?”

“Yup. Put on for your enjoyment.”

“Very nice, Bonnie,” Rebecca commented.

“Oh, that was just the opening act,” my sister replied. “Wait until you see the main show. It’s going to be something really special.”