Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2016 15:25:43 +0000
From: anon_85@hmamail.com
Subject: Games 5

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I get home and start to heat up the dinner that I missed. Sara walks in and
asks where I've been. I tell them hanging around with Paul and Matt. She
asks when I started chumming around with Matt. Recently I answer. I sit
down and start to eat and hear my mother yell "is that you?"; "yeah mom" I
reply. Sara sits next to me and tells me to pull my cock out. She lifts her
leg and fondles me with her foot. She removes her foot because from where
she's sitting she can see my father walking towards the kitchen. He walks
behind me and grabs a beer. I glance down to make sure the table is hiding
my erection. I'm really nervous that I'll have to get up for some reason
and he'll see me. He leans against the counter drinking his beer. For the
first time I notice a big bulge in his boxers. What am I thinking? I'm
trying to will him to finish his beer and leave. Sara then asks me if I can
grab her a drink. My head snaps to her and I'm lost for words, but
eventually blurt out "get it yourself". My father tells me to be nice to
Sara. She gets up saying that's ok, she'll get me back later. What that
comment means to my father and what it means to Sara are two different
things.

He finally leaves and she sits with her drink and resumes fondling my now
flaccid cock. I finish my meal with a full hard on. Sara tells me to tuck
it away, give mom a hug and go upstairs to my room. I eventually get my
cock in my pants and check to see how obscene I look. It's not too bad,
only noticeable if you're really looking. I pass mom and give her a hug and
tell her I'm going to my room. After some small talk I head upstairs. When
I arrive, Sara's in in the room wearing one of dad's t-shirts as a
nightgown. She tells me to change for bed. It's early for bed, but I guess
changing now isn't going to draw much attention. I strip down to my boxers
and a t-shirt. Tells me to get my math book. Odd request, but I do. She
opens it on my computer desk and puts a pad next to it. She announces "I'm
helping you with your math". I relax a little because the squeaky stairs
and math cover story should keep us from getting caught - although I have
no idea what she has in store.

I'm sitting on the bed and she takes off her elastic head band. She slides
it up my leg, grabs my cock and uses the head band to keep my cock firmly
against my leg. Good thing I wear boxers and not briefs. She tells me that
we can't have that thing poking around if someone walks by. It works well,
I might have to use this one myself. She places her index finger on my
forehead and pushes me back. She climbs on top of me, facing the door (and
my feet) and I see that all she is wearing is dad's t-shirt. I wait for
instruction, but get a solid punch in the stomach instead. It catches me
off guard and briefly knocks the wind out of me. Rather than argue that she
didn't tell me what to do, I begin eating her. Sara ponders out loud, how
should she reprimand me for not getting her a drink. She pulls up the leg
of my boxers and rubs me until I'm hard. As my cock gets hard, the elastic
band keeps it from growing normally. I begin to know how my victims feel
with the tape. Thankfully she pulls the elastic away, allowing my cock
spring free. My relief is momentary as she lets the band snap back against
my cock. I'm thankful her snatch is there to muffle my scream. Man did that
sting!

Sara climbs off and sits at my desk. She opens the book and flips through
until she finds a quiz. She tells me that she will ask me 10
questions. Each wrong answer will result in one snap of the band. The first
question is fairly easy so I'm off to a good start. I get the next 3 wrong,
followed by 2 correct answers. I get the next one wrong, but thankfully the
last 3 right. That puts me at 4. My cock is strapped to my right leg so she
straddles my left and rolls up my boxers. My cock is somewhat deflated. She
grinds on my leg and this gets me hard again. She notices and said if I'm
getting hard I must like it. Maybe she will need another punishment and can
get 10 snaps as a reward. The blood leaves my face and I explain that her
magnificent pussy on my leg is why I'm hard. She thinks and says that if
I'm still hard when she's done, then she'll know I'm lying and I'll be
dealt with accordingly. She pulls back the band and lets it fly. I see
stars. She repositions the band to another spot on my cock and hits me
again. I have my eyes closed as I wait for the pain to subside. During the
break in the action I hear the stairs squeak. I dash to the chair as she
stands next to me as if she's looking over my work. My dad asks how I'm
doing with my homework and she said if it were an actual test I would have
failed with a 60. But she knows what I did wrong and will correct me. My
father admonishes me saying, "you wouldn't get Sara a drink and she's
taking time to teach you", to which Sara replies that she enjoys teaching
me. He leaves the doorway and we hear his door close. Before she can start
again, we hear my mom coming up the stairs. She walks by the room without
pause and we hear their door open and close. Sara rolls up my boxer leg
right while I'm there in the chair. She pulls back on the headband; but
doesn't let go. She keeps pulling it and teasing like she is going to let
go. I repeatedly brace for impact, but she doesn't let go. She finally does
and I briefly groan in pain. Not a few seconds later I hear my mother ask
what's wrong. I guess we didn't hear her door open. Sara is blocking her
view of my leg, but I still swipe my boxer leg down. I'm having a hard time
answering her because of the sharp pain. Sara chimes in, I think he stubbed
his toe on the desk. I nod my head. Mom says she just wanted to say that
dad told her Sara was helping me and she wanted to thank her, also adding
that I should be nicer to her. Mom then asks where Sara's pajamas are and
she says that they are in the wash. Mom leaves and Sara delivers the final
blow. I'm completely soft, but Sara says she's not sure if it's from the
punishment or the close call with mom. I tell her it was the punishment and
she says time will tell.

I lie down on the bed and she pulls my boxers down to my knees. Once again,
she sits on my face and begins a hand job. It's an odd sensation, a mix of
pleasure and the after effects of the sting. She wraps the headband around
my balls multiple times until it pulls my sack away from my body. I'm still
working on her with my tongue. She puts her hands on my thighs as she
braces for an orgasm. She floods my mouth and I drink it all in. She climbs
off and resumes the hand job. I'm told to let her know when I'm close. It
doesn't take long. She stops jerking and rubs my cock head between her
thumb and forefinger. I buck my hips as I hit the point of no return. She
immediately removes her hand. Damn it, she ruined my orgasm. At least she
didn't peg my ass.

The next day at school, I have gym first period. Seeing some of the hotties
gets me boned. I'm so horny from the ruined orgasm that I'm afraid to take
a shower because I'd spring wood. I lingered leaving the gym and used the
excuse that I'd be late for next class. Usually I take a shower for the
obvious reason and to show off my hot body and 5-star ass. As I'm walking
to class I see Paul heading towards gym. I need to get off so bad that I
don't care about next period. I tell Paul to change and meet me at the
small gym. I know the locker combination to the storage closet off the
small gym that we use for wrestling. I take Paul there and ask to see how
the tape is holding up. It looks a little worn, but is still intact. With
his shorts still down, I push him to his knees and pull out my already hard
cock. He asks why I'm so horny today. I tell him one more word and I'll add
a punishment. He gets right to it as I remind him he's missing gym and
using the bathroom as an excuse only covers so much time. I quickly
approach the magic moment. I consider blowing my load on his face and
leaving him there, but he hasn't earned a punishment so I let him swallow
it.

I rush to my next class and ask my teacher if we can speak in the hall. I
apologize and say I was late because I didn't feel well and was in the
bathroom. I've seen her checking me out before and figured she'd let it
slide.  She did.

I took Paul's bus home to get load 2 of 5. While I'm on the bus Sara texts
me and tells me to get home right away. Damn. I text back I'll do the best
I can. I walk into Pauls's house, walk up behind Matt, pants him and push
him on the bed. I spit on his crack and begin to hump his ass crack. I
didn't even take the time to get any lube to fuck him properly. I tell Paul
to do the best he can rimming me while I'm enjoying Matt's smooth ass. It
doesn't take me too long to shoot a huge load on his back. I tell Paul to
clean him and ask if I can borrow his bike because I need to get home in a
hurry.

I walk in and Sara is sitting on the sofa, waiting for me. I felt like I
was coming home past curfew, but it was only 3pm. "What took so long?" I
tell her I took the bus to Paul's house. "Then you should have been home 15
minutes ago" I tell her I'm sorry. She informs me that I'm not sorry
yet. She nods her head, motioning towards the stairs. I tell her that I
didn't do anything wrong and she threatens me with showing Paul the
pictures. She walks in and tells me get naked. She uses one of her thin
belt to tie my hands behind my back. She walks me over the footboard of the
bed and bends me over it. She walks me over the the footboard of the bed
and bends me over it. She grabs my belt and tells me one strike for each
minute I was late. I don't think it will be too bad until the first
swat. The fucking bitch was really hitting me. After the third swat I shout
out "what the fuck?" She tells me that belting me is getting her hot so
take it like a man. By the 15th swat, my ass and thighs are on fire. Sara
left me there feeling the burn. She returned a few minutes later with some
ice cubes. She rubbed the ice on my ass and it was very soothing. When she
was finished she took the remainder of the last ice cube and pushed in it
my ass. The cold caused my ass to ache and I was glad it was a small ice
cube.

She instructed me to lie on my back. My ass still burned.  I was wondering
how it would feel when I sit if it hurts this much to lie down. She
straddles my face and begins a hand job as I did my best to get her off. I
figured the sooner she came, the sooner I could get off my back. She went
down on my cock, but only long enough to get it slick. She was really
giving me a nice hand job, unlike the last time. Maybe she felt bad for the
ass whipping she gave me. I started to get the magic feeling when I was
shocked by the sensation of ice on the head of my cock. It's like an ice
cattle-prod. She continued to circle my cock head with the ice. The ache
put my ejaculation at bay. The hand job resumed. After her third orgasm and
my fifth time with the ice, my hope of this being quick began to fade. Sara
said if I do a good job rimming her, she would jerk me off without the
ice. I moved my tongue to her anus as a show of agreement.

She got off the bed and put the ice in a bowl. She took the elastic off her
ponytail and slid it down my shaft. She stretched the elastic and doubled
it up. It was very tight at the base of my cock. The veins in my cock
started to bulge. She climbed back up and said, "see no ice" as she placed
her ass on my face. As soon as I started rimming, she started. I soon
noticed that the restriction has a numbing effect. She was stroking me in
earnest, but the feeling wasn't there. Sara went to get some baby oil and
we started again. The oil helped. But the sensation diminished the longer
the hair elastic was on. Even when Sara polished my cock head it wasn't
that sensitive. My tongue ached from all the action I was giving Sara. It
seemed hopeless. Sara suggested we try a vibrator. When she was gone I was
able to rest my tongue and get a look at my cock. It was a reddish purple
and the veins were swollen beyond what I thought was possible. I noticed
the clock on the cable box and we had been at it for an hour. Sara returned
with a battery operated massage vibrator that we bought at a mall kiosk. It
was round and was made to fit into the palm of your hand. She turned it on
and went right for the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock. I
started moaning with the sensation. Finally, I thought an orgasm was near.

Then Sara turned off the vibe. She asked how badly I wanted to cum. Bad,
was all I could muster. "Bad enough to service one of my friends?", she
asks. Sara starts to lightly stroke me again as I'm thinking. "Who?", I
ask. She tightens her grip and continues to stroke me. I need to cum so I
give in and tell her yes. Ok, break your word and you'll regret it; I'll
show the pictures to Paul. She turns the vibe on. Sara's sitting on the
bed, so I can see my cock. Watching my cock get worked over is helping me
get pushed over the edge. As I start to cum, I can feel my load strain to
slowly make its way past the elastic, up my shaft. I've never felt anything
like this. My cock is sore where the elastic is, but the slow orgasm is
amazing. Instead of shooting, the cum is slowly leaking out of out my
cock. As the cum flows out, I'm having a continuous orgasm. She leaves the
vibrator on and it seems like I'm having a 10 -minute orgasm. Finally, she
puts the vibe down and removes the elastic. My cock tingles hand your foot
does when it falls asleep. Cum continues to ooze out. To my surprise, Sara
turns the vibe on and works the crown of my head as she strokes the shaft
using my jizz as lube. The numbness is beginning to subside and the
suppressed hyper-sensitivity replaces it. I squirm around so she can't keep
contact. Sara straddles my lap and firmly grabs my cock so she can vibe the
head. Sara starts hitting my balls, telling me to keep still and that she
wants one more load. Please I beg her, no more. "But I like to watch you
shoot, to see how high it goes". "Please, I can't", I tell her. "Fuck you,
you're cumming again" I do my best to sit still as she works to milk
another load out of me. I've never cum like this, back-to-back. My cock
goes from hyper-sensitive to painfully sensitive as I shoot a load about a
foot in the air. Thankfully she stops the torment and tells me she'll text
me a bathing suit pic of her friend soon.