Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 14:04:38 -0500
From: jockhunger@yahoo.com
Subject: Sharin Chapter Five - Show and Tell

	On her way home after muff-diving Lance's mom, Sharon thought
about what she had accomplished in just over a year.  She had achieved
three of her four main "boyfriend" goals.  The first was to suck her
boyfriend's brother.  The second was to suck his dad.  The third was to
help his mom achieve her first-ever-orgasm.  Now she was ready to go
for her fourth.
	She also knew she could have easily gotten herself off before she
left but she didn't want to freak out Anita with too much lesbian
activity too soon.  She consoled herself, knowing Geoff would enjoy
reaping the benefits later.  So, on her drive home, she entertained
thoughts about how she should proceed.  Ever since Christmas, the three
of them, she, Lance and Randy, had "hooked up" on four different
occasions and she enjoyed watching the fascination in Randy's
expression every time they got together.
	One night, a few days later, when the two of them were bored with
TV and Randy was upstairs on the computer, Sharon turned to ask,
"Lance?"
	"Yeah?"
	"What would you say if I said I wanted to do a sex video?"
	"Do a what?"
	"You and me," Sharon said.  "You said your dad had a video
camera, right?"
	"Well, yeah but a ... porno?"
	"Yeah.  I think it would be radical!  Something for us to look
back on in our golden years."
	"Sharon, you can't be serious.  What if it got into the wrong
hands?"
	"It's not like we're celebrities like Pamela Anderson and Tommy
Lee or Paris Hilton."
	"I know but I mean, we could become somebody important someday
... maybe.  What if somebody recognized us?"
	"No one will be able to because I'll put the blindfold on you
before we start videotaping the scene," Sharon said.
	"Blindfold?" Lance asked warily.
	"Well, it's really just a sleep mask.  I got it one time on a
red-eye flight I was on returning from New York."
	"A blindfold?" Lance asked with trepidation in his tone, trying
to cover his concern.
	"And I'll use slipknots on your restraints.  You can get loose if
you want, so you won't REALLY be tied up."
	"Restraints?  Tied up?" Lance asked, starting to worry even more
but getting a hard-on nonetheless.
	"Relax.  I've got it all choreographed ... scene for scene.  The
dominatrix--that's me--walks in with a riding crop and a whip."
	"Whip?" Lance all but whimpered.
	"It's all for show." Sharon said dismissively.  "Of course her
face--the dominatrix' face--will be covered with a skull mask," Sharon
said, explaining like a film director would.
	"Skull mask?"
	"It covers the nose and everything above but it's open at the
bottom so she has full use of her mouth to torture you."
	"Torture?"
	"I told you, it's all just for fun.  You know I'd never hurt
you."
	"I know but ..."
	"I'll tell you what.  If you're afraid things will get out of
hand, you can have Randy there to protect you ... or your dad."
	"God no!  How embarrassing."
	In a baby-talk tone, Sharon said, "Or maybe your mommy."
	"Yeah, like that's gonna happen!  No way."
	In a stern matronly tone, Sharon said, "What I want to happen,
will happen.  Is that understood?"
	Lance felt his cock twitch in his boxers.  He didn't know if it
was from excitement about the upcoming videotaping or from fear about
the unknown.  Even so, he fell into his expected submissive role.
"Yes, ma'am."
	"That's better.  Now, I want you to stay in that submissive
mindset the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow, so you'll be really
prepared."
	"Yes, ma'am."
	"That includes being submissive to your mom and dad ... and even
Randy."
	Lance's nostrils flared momentarily at the mention of Randy's
name but he bowed his head and groveled, "Yes, ma'am."
	"Good boy," Sharon said, like she was talking to a pet.  "If you
play your cards right and let me enjoy MY fantasy, then you'll get to
live out YOUR fantasy."
	"Thank you, ma'am.  I'll do my best," Lance said, wondering WHICH
fantasy of his she was referring to.
	"If you do your best, we'll both enjoy it," Sharon said with
conviction.
	"Do I really have to ... you know ... take orders from Randy,
too?"
	"It's not like your family KNOWS you're being submissive.  You
just have to refrain from being assertive.  But you also have to go out
of your way to be helpful."
	"You mean like offering to wash dishes and stuff?"
	"An example would be if Randy said, `I'm thirsty,' you'd offer to
go get him a pop."
	"I NEVER do that!  They'll all know something's up."
	"You'll have to make it appear to be natural."
	"How?"
	"By getting yourself a drink or saying you were on your way to
pop popcorn or something."
	"Oh," Lance said, digesting his instructions.  "Then, all this
... kinky shit ... will happen Saturday night?"
	"Saturday or whenever I decide to start it."
	"But my folks won't be gone until noon."
	"I told you, I've got everything figured out."
	"Yes, ma'am," Lance said, submissively before he kissed Sharon
goodbye.
	All night long Lance was on pins and needles as he kept his eyes
and ears alert for any way he could be helpful.  He wasn't sure why but
the whole night became a bizarre series of events.  Every time he tried
to be helpful, Geoff or Randy beat him to it.  Every time he offered to
do something for his mom, she wasn't interested in his offer.
	The next day, Lance offered to wash the car for his dad but Geoff
told him he had taken it to the drive-thru the previous Wednesday.
When he offered to drive Randy to the mall, Randy professed poverty.
His offer to do the laundry for his mom was met with the same kind of
ambivalence.
	`Is this some kind of conspiracy?' Lance thought.  `Sharon wants
me to be submissive but no one wants to cooperate.'
	Each one was trying to keep the secret that each of them shared
with Sharon--but the secret was different for each of them.
	Randy, on the other hand, spent the day dreaming about what he
and Sharon had talked about--at great lengths--during the past two
months.  He had, in a moment of weakness, divulged his deepest darkest
secrets to his brother's girlfriend--in the strictest of confidences.
He was both excited and anxious at the same time.  What Sharon had
promised to do to help him was exciting but his anxiety stemmed from
his fear that he would do it all wrong.
	`This will be my first time,' Randy thought.  `I want it to be
perfect but I know it won't be 'cuz I've never done it before.  I'll
get so nervous I'll fuck it up and then I'll feel like a fool.  Sharon
promised she'd teach me the right way but ... all the fumbling ... all
the uncertainty ... it's just so ... mind numbing.'
	Anita, spent the day fidgeting with first one thing, then
another.  She couldn't keep her mind on cooking, cleaning, laundry or
even her favorite pastime, crossword puzzles.  `What has Sharon gotten
me into?  I think the world of her but she's so young.  I'm supposed to
be the responsible one but I'm acting like a pubescent schoolgirl.  God
knows my first orgasm was ... earth shattering.  But how can I expect
the next one--the one she has planned for sometime this weekend--to be
anywhere near as good?  She thinks Geoff will somehow be able to give
me an orgasm ... after all these years ... but I'm not so sure.'
	`I know Sharon's manipulative,' Geoff thought as he tried to
relax in his lounger.  `She's talked me into this but I'm not sure I
should go through with it.  After all, it could mean the end of my
marriage and I sure as hell don't want that!  What if Anita isn't ...
responsive?  What if she's turned off by the role Sharon wants me to
play?  What if all this does is prove we were wrong for each other from
the start?'
	Nerves were on heightened alert all day Saturday for Geoff,
Anita, Lance and Randy.  By bedtime, they were jumping at shadows.
Sharon hadn't shown up or even phoned them and all four tossed and
turned as they tried to fall asleep.
	Sharon, on the other hand, went about her business as usual--
except that she organized two carry-on bags with the items she would
need for her boyfriend and his family.  An ever-present mischievous
smile illuminated her countenance all day.
	`If all goes well,' Sharon thought, `After tomorrow, I'll have
the perfect family to marry into.  Even if Lance and I don't get
married, I'll still have a great family to play around with ... to fuck
around with once I lose my cherry.  But for right now, I have to
concentrate all my efforts on the one who needs sexual liberation the
most.  It's truly amazing to me how liberating bondage can be.'
	When Lance woke up Sunday morning, before he even opened his
eyes, he knew it was still dark out--at least he thought it was until
he started to roll out of bed to go pee and he felt his restraints.
Opening his eyes, he realized he was wearing a sleep mask.  His wrists
were tied to the bed with what felt like pantyhose material.
	"What time is it?" Lance asked in whispered panic.  "Have the
folks left for church yet?  They didn't go out of town like they'd
planned."
	His query was met with a heavy silence.
	"Uh, Sharon, I gotta pee.  It's just something guys have to do
... AAAGH!  What the hell?"  He felt soft hands grip his morning wood
and begin wrapping it with some kind of cord.  Then he felt his balls
being manhandled as he felt a leather ball stretcher wrap around his
scrotum.
	He had never felt either instrument of pleasurable torture before
but Sharon had forewarned him about what she had planned.  He heard the
three snaps click as he felt his gonads forced further away from his
body to the bottom of his ball sack.  What he didn't expect to feel was
the sudden tug on his balls as they were pulled up from between his
legs and held in place by a rope secured ... somehow ... above his bed.
	"Sharon, I've really gotta pee," Lance pleaded.
	Again, silence.  Only this time, it was followed by a quick kiss
on the lips that startled him.  Even so, his cock jerked in
anticipation.  Then, listening carefully, he heard the soft whirr of
the video camera and he felt like he was gonna cum just from the
excitement which, of course, he couldn't because he was all trussed up.
	While Lance was wondering how Sharon managed to get in the house
and tie him up without him hearing her, Sharon was actually in the
bathroom across the hall helping Anita shoelace herself into a
dominatrix outfit.  From the bathroom, they could hear Lance asking
questions.  She also knew her "partner in crime" in Lance's room
wouldn't speak a word.	"The video camera is recording what we're doing
to Lance," Sharon said.
	"Well ... that's for you two," Anita said.  "I certainly don't
want to see my son ... watch Lance ... uh ..."
	"Sure you do," Sharon said.  "Every mother wants to know how well
her son's developed.  It's only natural."
	"It's not natural for mothers to think about their sons' ...
uh ... "
	"Peckers?  Pricks?  Dicks?  Cocks?  People pleasers?"
	"Sharon!" Anita blushed.
	"You want to see his fuck tool as much as I do, all trussed up
... ready for torture."
	"No.  There's no way I want to go in the boys' bedroom under any
circumstances."
	"That'll be your call," Sharon said reassuringly, "but I think
you want to just as much as you want to see Geoff ... well, you know."
	"Are you sure Geoff really wants ... uh ... of course he wants
to--he's a man, after all.  What I mean is ..."
	"Yes, he's agreed to do this but only to help you achieve orgasm
with him.  I'm sure it doesn't hurt that an eighteen year old is gonna
help him help you."
	"I can't thank you enough ... you know that, right?  I love Geoff
and not a day goes by that I don't worry about our marriage going sour
because the sex isn't that great ... for him."
	"It will be after today.  It might not be better, but it'll be
... different," Sharon said with confidence.  "Then, after you've
broken down the `taboo' barriers, you two can experiment with other
options until you find what works best for both of you."
	"Well, there's gonna be a lot of taboos fly out the window today,
not the least of which is having sex on a Sunday."
	"Really?"	All night long Lance was on pins and needles as he kept his eyes
and ears alert for any way he could be helpful.  He wasn't sure why but
the whole night became a bizarre series of events.  Every time he tried
to be helpful, Geoff or Randy beat him to it.  Every time he offered to
do something for his mom, she wasn't interested in his offer.
	The next day, Lance offered to wash the car for his dad but Geoff
told him he had taken it to the drive-through the previous Wednesday.
When he offered to drive Randy to the mall, Randy professed poverty.
His offer to do the laundry for his mom was met with the same kind of
ambivalence.
	"I can hear my grandmother's voice as if she were still alive,
gasping indelicately `Never on a Sunday!'"
	"I've gotta go check on Lance.  You put on your mask and I'll be
right back to lace it up."
	Sharon went across the hall to peek in.  Standing behind the
camcorder, she could review the scene on the viewfinder display as well
as the "live" scene.  A lithe body in light blue spandex was bent over
Lance's spread-eagled body.  The material was riding high in the ass
crack almost like a wedgie.  The one-piece swimsuit style outfit clung
to the abdomen and ribs and cupped the tiny hint of underlying breasts.
Ruby red lips were the only facial features visible to the camera
because of the mask.
	After first getting her partner's attention, she crept to the bed
so their cheeks were next to each other.  It would cause Lance to think
it was her applying the devices.
	"You doin' okay, honey?" Sharon cooed.
	"Yeah, but I really gotta pee!"
	"I know," Sharon soothed, "but you're gonna have to hold it a
while longer."
	"Ow!" Lance shouted as the sharp metal teeth of a tit clamp
gripped his nipple.
	"No more talk.  Just take it like a man, okay?"
	"Sharon ... are you sure this is ... well ..."
	"We talked about trust, Lance.  Trust me on this and you'll be
rewarded like you can't believe!"
	"Ow!" Lance shouted as the other nipple was clamped.
	Sharon pointed to Lance's crotch and then to the spring action
clothespins on the nightstand.  The masked head of her accomplice
nodded in understanding.
	Returning to the boys' bathroom, Sharon found Anita sitting on
the fleece-covered toilet lid, waiting patiently.
	"Ready?" Sharon asked as she loosely laced up the back of the
skull mask.
	"Are you?" Anita asked in a motherly tone.
	"I'll be fine," Sharon said, "After all, I'm not only doing it
for you but for the whole family.  If Lance and I decide to get
married, maybe we can ... you know ... do this again sometime ... if
you want."
	"Well, let's get through today first."
	Sharon removed her blouse and jeans, leaving her completely
naked.  "Let's go."
	"Aren't you going to wear a mask?"
	"It's downstairs in my bag," Sharon said, helping Anita off the
stool.  "Good luck down there," she said and kissed her full on the
lips.  They hugged and then Sharon took Anita's hand like a little
schoolgirl and tugged her down the hall.
	"You go first," Sharon said.
	"You go first," Anita said.
	"No, you're the one he has to see first."
	Anita crept down the steps and when she got to the bottom she saw
Geoff in the "slave" position.  Except for the plain black Lone Ranger-
style Halloween mask, he was naked.  He was on his knees--legs spread
wide, so his balls swayed with each movement.  His hands were clasped
behind his neck--fingers entwined.  His erection twitched at the sight
of his dominatrix wife.
	Sharon stayed hidden behind Anita until she could grab her
costume out of her bag.  It was a silver Lone Ranger mask with
diaphanous material sewn in a pleated fashion across the top edge.
Once the mask was in place the material covered her head and flowed
down in a thousand folds across her shoulders with the hem ending at
her ankles.  Wrapping the front edges across her arms created a
sensuous cocoon-like --although transparent--veil around her body.
	"How might I be of service to you, mistress?" Geoff asked with a
husky tone of sexual arousal in his voice.  Having been in the 'slave'
position ever since Sharon went upstairs to help Anita get dressed,
Geoff had plenty of time to mentally 'prepare' for the upcoming role-
play.
	"You can ... uh ..." Anita stammered.
	"Eat your mistress' cunt, cur!" Sharon barked.
	"Please, mistress, might I have the pleasure of eating your
pussy?" Geoff mewled.
	Anita emboldened by both Sharon's sternness and Geoff's
willingness to play the role, strode forward.  She stood in front of
Geoff and widened her stance.  The crotch-less panties opened just
enough for Geoff to lean forward and begin licking his wife's pussy.
	Keeping his hands behind his neck caused him to almost lose his
balance. His nose slid down the full length of her cunt lips before his
back arched enough for him to right himself.  He knee-walked closer and
began flicking her clitoris.  Looking up from her crotch, he saw Sharon
peering over his wife's shoulder.
	With a wink at Geoff, Sharon said, "Let a woman show you how it's
done when it's done right!"
	Sharon stepped around Anita and, with her hip, bumped Geoff out
of the way.  He fell to his side, arms still extended like wings behind
his neck.  As Geoff struggled to get back onto his knees without using
his hands, Sharon began slurping and slobbering all over Anita's pussy.
 She ran both hands up Anita's torso to play with the nipples poking
out of the flimsy bodice.
	Anita ground her hips into Sharon's face.  She delighted in
seeing the astonished look on her husband's face as Sharon tongued her
crevice of passion.
	"Stand!" Anita commanded as she remembered the position Sharon
had suggested she and Geoff should try.
	Geoff stood.
	"Enter me from the back."
	Stepping behind his wife, Geoff bent at the knees to poke his
cock head between her thighs and press upward toward her crack.  Sharon
had warned him to keep his hands to himself at all times, so he was
doing what he was told.  He felt Sharon's tongue guiding his cock head
toward his wife's cunt.  He felt his crown slip between Anita's pussy
lips.	With a twist and a jerk on Anita's nipples, Sharon tugged
downward and Anita bent from the waist.  Continuing to use only her
tongue, Sharon poked his cock down into the best position for entry.
The new position allowed Sharon to force Geoff's cock into her pussy
and Anita felt him slide in easily.  She also felt Sharon's tongue
follow her husband's cock into her pussy.
	`Ohmigod!  If he slips out, it would slide right into Sharon's
mouth!'  Anita trembled from the forbidden nature of it all.  `Ohmigod!
It's almost like she'd be giving Geoff a blowjob!'
	While Sharon and Anita were keeping Geoff occupied, Lance had his
own problems.  Seven spring-action clothespins formed a single line
around the bottom of his ball sack.  To his tormentor, it looked like a
smiley face.  However, because his scrotum was now hoisted up in the
air, the pins looked for all the world like the crown on the Statue of
Liberty.  It left the topside and underside of his leather-stretched
balls naked and vulnerable.
	His unknown assailant, who Lance still thought was Sharon, was
using a flat surface like a wooden ruler to spank his balls.  With each
"snap," electrical shocks shot through his groin, straight to his brain
and back down to his balls.  Just when the pain got to the point it was
unbearable, his alligator-clipped nipples were playfully batted about
until he forgot--almost--about his ball pain.  Then the paddling of his
balls began again.  Just as his endorphins finally kicked in, Lance
felt a new torture.  His cock crown, the only part that wasn't covered
by the cotton cord, was sucked into a warm moist orifice.
	`Oh god!  What with all the pain, I'd forgotten I had to pee.
Now that my dick's wet, I've really, really gotta go!'  "Please,
Sharon, I've gotta pee.  I'm serious!  I'm gonna piss the bed."
	The sucking mouth moved from his cock to his mouth for a deep-
throat soul kiss.  When the tongue retracted, he tasted a salty residue
and he knew he'd just been fed some of his own pre-cum.  `That was NOT
Sharon's tongue!'
	"Who the hell are you?" Lance shouted, panicky.  "Sharon!  Where
are you?  I didn't agree to this!"
	The mouth covered his again.  Although Lance wanted to bite the
tongue to get it out of his mouth, he didn't.  Because all of this was
so disorienting, he wondered if he'd been mistaken about the first
kiss.  He felt a soft hand soothe his stomach muscles and caress his
thighs while the tongue continued to explore his mouth.  This time, he
realized the kiss was a tender and loving kiss.
	"What's all this caterwauling?" Sharon groused as she `floated'
into Lance's bedroom like a diaphanous cloud--her arms extended down
and angled away from her body so the robe would catch the air.  It was
all for the video because neither one saw her enter.
	"Mmmph," Lance mumbled.
	Sharon tapped Lance's tormentor on the shoulder.
	"You didn't tell me there would be somebody else in the video!"
Lance accused.
	"Oh, I'm sorry.  I knew I forgot to tell you something.  Be good
now.  Bye-bye."
	"But ..."
	The paddling of his balls began again--once on the topside, once
on the underside.  It started out with light taps but gradually
increased in intensity.  As the sensations coursed through his body,
Lance realized the torture could have been much worse.  The "hits" were
more like "love taps" and the nipple twists were used only to
momentarily take his mind off his ball pain.  Even so, there was
nothing he could do about his bladder pain.
	"Gonna pee," Lance warned.  "I'm serious, I can't hold it any
longer."  He relaxed his muscles and allowed the liquid to flow.
"Aaagh god!" he screamed when the pee backed up painfully because his
cock was bound so tightly.  Lance pulled at his restraints trying to
get to the cord binding his cock.  "Untie me.  This hurts!" he screamed
as the first trickle of pee found its way through his pee hole.
	Lance tried to stop his bladder from emptying any more but that
was just as painful, at that point, as letting it flow.  He felt the
warm piss slowly soaking the cotton cord that was strangling his cock.
He knew it would only be moments before his pubes got wet.  Then, as
his cock softened just a hair's breadth, his pee shot out of his piss
slit with such force it created a fountain.
	Urine splashed down onto his chest and belly.  In an attempt to
get out from under it, Lance flexed his cock, causing it to spray his
pee in all directions--including his face.  He struggled not to gasp
for fear it would get in his mouth.  All the while, the relief from the
pain and pressure was almost as pleasurable as an orgasm.
	"Oh, fuck!  Mom's gonna kill me for ruining the mattress," Lance
groaned as he felt the piss cascade off his chest and belly and down
his sides to pool beneath his back.
	When the pee stopped, he felt the cord around his cock being
unwound.  Then he felt the mouth on his cock head again, only this
time, it kept going until more than half his erection was engulfed.
The slow softening process reversed itself immediately as he got rock
hard again.  Another inch snaked its way toward the back of his
cocksucker's throat.
	"Oh yeah, that's sweet.  You're almost as good at this as Sharon.
I could learn to love this.  Don't get me wrong.  Ain't nobody gonna
replace Sharon but you're good!  Really good."  Then Lance realized the
pee underneath him wasn't going away.  'I wonder why the mattress isn't
soaking up my piss?'  He contemplated that a moment before he said, "My
little brother must have made my bed with a rubber sheet!  I'm gonna
kill that little fucker!"
	When Sharon got back to the living room after checking on Lance,
Geoff had Anita bent over the arm of the sofa--but his hands were still
behind his neck with his arms creating wings.  From the glassy-eyed
expression on Anita's face, Sharon knew his downward-curved cock was
rubbing Anita's G-spot.  Sharon went over and lowered Geoff's right
hand from his neck and placed it near Anita's pussy.
	"Stimulate Anita's clit."  She knew he would need all the help he
could get to help Anita climax.  Then she went over to look at the
viewfinder of her own video camera--the one she had set up in the
living room to record Anita and Geoff.  It was working fine and
according to the countdown clock, they had another hour left.  She
knelt behind Geoff and fondled his balls, gently bouncing them as if to
see how much sperm he had worked up in them.
	"Oh yeah," Geoff said without thinking.
	Sharon squeezed his nuts together, causing him to pound
especially hard and deep into his wife's cunt.
	"Speak only when spoken to," Sharon warned.  She knew it was as
much for his protection as her own.  Anita still hadn't been told about
the football game `penalty' night Geoff, Lance, Randy and she had
engaged in.  She also knew idle chatter during moments of sexual bliss
tended to allow past indiscretions to slip out.
	"Yes, mistress."
	Sharon got up and sat on the sofa so she could fondle Anita's
breasts.  They had fallen out of the flimsy bodice and they jiggled
aimlessly with each of Geoff's thrusts.  Looking up at Geoff, she
almost laughed.  He had his right hand underneath his wife, flicking
her clit, but his left hand was still firmly planted on his neck in the
submissive position.  He looked like a runway model trying to double as
a bronco-busting porno star.
	"Kiss me, you sexy bitch," Sharon said, leaning in to Anita.
	It was a dangerous maneuver because Anita's head was bobbing back
and forth with each of Geoff's plunges.  Sharon held Anita's head still
as she gripped her behind the neck, held her steady and kissed her.
They tongue-dueled for a while before Sharon broke away.  `Don't want
her to orgasm over the lesbian thing before Geoff can get her off,'
Sharon thought.
	"How's it feeling, honey?" Sharon asked Anita.
	"Not ... the ... same."
	"I want you to get on your knees on the floor," Sharon said.
	Geoff stopped fucking her long enough for Sharon to direct her
into position.
	"Now get down on your elbows, cross your arms and rest your
forehead on your arms.  That should tilt your G-spot into the right
position."
	"G-spot?" Geoff questioned.
	Because Sharon was more concerned about giving Anita an orgasm
than maintaining Geoff's role-playing demeanor, she ignored his
outburst.  Instead, she stepped closer so she could straddle Anita's
body, press a finger to her own lips to silence him and force her teen
pussy into Geoff's face.  With his wife's face buried in her folded
arms, Geoff knew he could pleasure Sharon without getting caught--
probably.
	As his cock slid into his wife's pussy again, his tongue snaked
into his son's girlfriend's cunt.  `What better pleasure could a guy
experience than this?' Geoff thought.
	"Don't cum until Anita has her orgasm," Sharon commanded as she
forced Geoff's face deeper into her crotch by gripping his head and
jamming it into her pelvis.  "Move your cock head around inside her
until you find her G-spot.  She'll let you know when you've found it.
I'll be back in a few minutes."
	Back upstairs, Sharon crawled on the bed facing her accomplice,
lowered her pussy to Lance's mouth and ground it into his face.  Then
she lifted her accomplice's face off her boyfriend's cock.  The
lipstick was smeared but they kissed anyway.  When they were done, she
whispered, "Go get the gel."  The camera caught the fleeing figure as
a `blue blur' before it once again auto-focused on Sharon and Lance.
	As Sharon removed the alligator clips, Lance felt the blood rush
into his nipples, stinging like a thousand hornets.  Lance moaned into
Sharon's muff.  Sharon rubbed each nipple vigorously causing the pain
to intensify.  Then the clothespins were yanked off the flesh of his
tender ball sack--without pinching them to loosen them, so they were
still clamped tightly as they came off.  He felt both the pain of the
skin being stretched beyond endurance as well as the hornet stings as
the blood rushed back ... and he screamed.
	"Your cock's still hard, so you can't be in that much pain,"
Sharon chided.  Then patting Lance's balls gently, she said, "We're
gonna put some cooling gel on these for you but before we do, I'm going
to remove your mask."
	"You can't!  The video's still taping, isn't it?"
	"Fifteen more minutes," Sharon said as she got off the bed.  "I'm
gonna stand between you and the camera so don't worry.  No one will
recognize you."
	As Lance's eyes acclimated to the light, he saw the blue swimsuit
climb onto the bed.  A skull mask covered the face so all he could see
were the lipstick-smeared lips.  If he didn't know better, he would
swear she was some drunken barfly--a perfect caricature of the kind you
see in the movies.  He noticed, too, that there were ridges under her
tiny breasts.  He had seen it before many times when he was younger,
working at the pool.  She was wearing foam rubber cups beneath her
underdeveloped breasts to make her boobs look fuller.
	"Remove the ball stretcher and apply the gel," Sharon commanded.
	After dipping two fingers in the blue gel, her helpmate smeared
the ointment on Lance's tortured balls.
	"Oh god, that feels good!" Lance crooned.
	As the associate shifted position, Lance looked between her legs
as she knelt on the bed.  He thought, `Jeeze, she's got a huge pubic
thatch packed into that swimsuit--for a girl her age.  The hairy mound
in her crotch is almost as full as my own and she's not more than
fifteen ... maybe sixteen.'
	"Fuck!" Lance screamed.  "That burns!  Jesus!  Get it off!  Wipe
it off!  What the hell is it?"
	"It's to make your balls feel better," Sharon said.
	"Bullshit!  Jesus, that burns!"
	"Only for a little while," Sharon said.  Then she snapped her
fingers.
	Her colleague began sucking Lance's cock again.
	"Do you like that?"
	"Fuck yeah," Lance grimaced between the pain from the burning
sensation and the pleasure from the blowjob.  "Not as good as you but
she's still good."
	"Good enough for a repeat performance, sometime?"
	"Hell yeah!"
	"Be sure to warn us before you cum so we can get it all on tape."
Then she grabbed her panties off the floor, walked over to the bed and
pulled them down over Lance's forehead and eyes.
	"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am," Lance said as he strained at his
restraints.  "It won't be long.  I'm getting close.  She's really good
but ..."
	"But what?" Sharon asked warily.
	"The lipstick's pretty disgusting."  Then, with no other warning,
Lance yelled, "Back off and jack it!  I'm gonna cum!"  With a wail,
Lance blew a huge load.  It splashed and splattered everywhere.
	When he stopped grunting out his load, Sharon's apprentice began
licking the cum off Lance's chest, belly and thighs.
	"Turn off the camcorder," Sharon instructed her helper.  Then she
pulled the slipknot loose on one of Lance's wrists.  "Untie yourself
and take a shower.  Then come back in here.  There's a red Halloween
mask on the nightstand.  Put it on and wait for me.  I shouldn't be too
long."
	"Yes, ma'am," Lance said.
	"C'mon," Sharon said to her accomplice.
	"Hey, kid," Lance said.  "Thanks."
	The kid waved noncommittally as the two of them left.  She had
her helpmate sit on the bottom step while she joined Geoff and Anita
for a while longer.  "After you hear Lance go back to his room, go back
upstairs and kneel at the foot of his bed.  Make sure his legs are
spread so you can get a good look.  But don't touch."
	As Sharon walked into the living room, she silently stood and
watched Anita's body as it was wracked with an orgasm--the first with
her husband.  Geoff continued moving in and out of her pussy, using a
circular sway to his hips until Anita's convulsions stopped.  Geoff
pulled out, embraced his wife and they kissed tenderly but
passionately.
	Warily, Geoff asked, "You didn't fake that did you, just to get
me to stop?"
	"Fuck no!" Anita shouted gleefully.  "That's the most awesome
experience I've ever had.  Geoff, I'm sorry!  If I'd known ... we could
have been doing this ..."
	"Honey, forget about it!  That's all in the past.  Now that we
know HOW, maybe we can ... if you want ..."
	"Oh yeah," Anita said enthusiastically, "I want!  I want to do it
again right now!"
	Looking between their bodies, Geoff said, "I think I'm up for
that challenge."
	Anita looked down and shouted, "Ohmigod!  You haven't cum yet,
have you?  Oh, honey, I was so wrapped up in my own orgasm, I forgot
all about yours.  I'm sorry."
	"Usually, women complain about it being the other way around, so
I'll take that as a compliment.  But just seeing you have an orgasm was
rewarding enough for me, babe," Geoff said, kissing Anita tenderly.
	"No it's not," Anita said devilishly.  "You deserve to be
rewarded properly."
	"What would you suggest?"
	"All day and all night," Anita said.
	"What about the boys?" Geoff asked, worried that their sons might
walk in on them.
	Anita snickered like a mischievous school girl, "Let them get
their own girls."
	"No!  I mean, what if they come downstairs ..."
	"Let them get their own lunch," Anita said, grinding her pelvis
against her husband's erection.
	"It wasn't lunch I was worried about," Geoff said, surprised at
his wife's newfound ambivalence toward domesticity.  "What if they
catch us?  We ARE in the fucking living room!"
	"No, dear, we're in the living room, fucking!"  Anita giggled.
"Besides, Sharon said she'd keep Lance busy upstairs all day so we
could fuck anywhere we wanted ... down here."
	Clearing her throat at the mention of her name, Sharon said, "How
you guys doin'?"
	"I think you've unleashed a dynamo," Geoff said.  "She wants to
do it again."
	"Good for you," Sharon said to Anita encouragingly.  "Did you
like the doggie position?"
	"Yeah!" Anita said.  "At least I had an orgasm doing it that way."
	"Ready to try another position?"
	"Sure," both said simultaneously.
	"Geoff, lie on your back," Sharon instructed.  "Anita, face his
feet, sit on his dick and see if you can find your G-spot.  You might
have to twist or turn a little."
	"Yeah, okay.  Now that I know what I'm looking for, it should be
easier to find."
	"You keep talking about a G-spot." Geoff said.  "What is it?"
	"A physician or scientist or something named Grafenberg
discovered the place in a woman's vagina where it's the most sensitive
and he named it after himself, I guess.
	"Like a guy's prostate?"
	"Sensitive like that, yeah, but it's not a gland.  You know how a
guy's cock bloats up when you rub it?  Well, as this tissue is rubbed
during intercourse, it bloats up to form a kind of sensitive dome
that's stimulated by the head of your cock."
	"How come I never knew about any of this?" Geoff asked.
	"I didn't know about it, either," Anita said, as she began slowly
bouncing on Geoff's erection, searching for her pleasure dome.
	"So how do you know all about this stuff and we don't?" Geoff
asked.
	Seeing Anita was engrossed in her search, Sharon squatted over
Geoff's face for a quick muff dive.  "I grew up in a houseful of boys."
	Without turning around, Anita said, "I've got a houseful of
boys."
	"Well, my house was ... different.  Mom and Dad never reined in
the boys when they started getting interested in sex, so ..."
	"So?" Anita asked distractedly, trying to uphold her end of the
conversation and pleasure herself at the same time.
	"Let's just say, I got a liberal education."
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"Everything they learned, they ... taught me."
	"Oh," Anita said as if she weren't really interested.
	Geoff, licking and sucking on Sharon's pussy, began rubbing her
clit, too.  `Jesus, this is whack!  My son's girlfriend is riding my
face right behind my wife's back.  I'm screwed if she turns around!'
	Sharon lifted off his face as if she were reading his mind.  Then
she knelt between Geoff's legs and started tonguing Anita's clit and
running her tongue in and out and along her pussy lips.
	"Let me get that wet for you," Sharon said as she eased Geoff's
cock out of Anita.  Then, with Anita looking down at her, Sharon
engulfed Geoff's cock all the way to his balls.  From this angle, his
downward curve slipped easily into her throat.
	"Ohmigod!" Anita said, "You're ..."
	Coming up off Geoff's cock, Sharon said, "Sorry.  It just looked
so good with all your pussy juice on it.  I had to taste it."  Then she
slipped Geoff's cock back into Anita's cunt.
	"You didn't ... mind?"
	"Mind what?" Sharon asked as if she didn't understand.
	"Doing that."
	"Doing what?"  Sharon asked in an attempt to encourage Anita to
start using `dirty' words more often.
	"Sucking ... his ... dick."
	"No!  I love sucking cock.  How do you think I keep Lance happy?"
	"But ..."
	"But what?"
	"Geoff's ... so much older.  I just thought you'd ..."
	"Oh.  Well, yeah, I guess a lot of people have this hang-up about
age but I don't.  My brothers' ages range from nine to twenty-seven, so
..." But Sharon stopped before she revealed any more sensitive data
about her family.
	"So?" Geoff asked.
	"Dad's ten years older than Mom, so age has just never been an
issue."
	Geoff felt Sharon's tongue licking his shaft as Anita raised and
lowered herself on his erection.  He knew he had to let Anita control
the situation ... to find her G-spot, but it was getting more difficult
because then he felt his left nut being sucked into Sharon's mouth.
The two stimuli from two different women were keeping him right on the
edge.
	"Oh fuck!  That feels so queer," Geoff moaned.
	Anita looked down to see Geoff's left gonad pop out of Sharon's
mouth.  He tried hard to control his desire to fuck upward into his
wife.
	"You don't mind, do you?" Sharon asked, looking hopefully at
Anita.
	"No.  Go right ahead.  After all you've done for us, it's the
LEAST we can do.  Shit!  I'd let him fuck you if I thought you'd want
to.  But I know you don't fuck so ... I guess what I'm saying is ..."
	"The first rule of Kindergarten" Geoff said, hoping to reinforce
and encourage Anita's current way of thinking is ... `Learn to share.'"
	"Yeah," Anita moaned as Geoff's cock nudged her G-spot and a
shiver trembled through her body.  "Oh god, there it is.  Yeah, share.
I'll share.  Oh fuck, yeah!"
	"Massage it, girl!" Sharon urged.  "Ride his fuckin' horse cock
like he was a bronco!  Bust his nut and keep riding him till you have
two more orgasms.  Don't quit, even if he begs you or threatens you.
Got it?"
	"Yeah, fuck him." Anita said, as if she were delirious from the
sensation.  "Share ... his fuck ... with you.  Share.  Fuck, share,
yeah."
	"Well, maybe later, but for now, I've gotta get upstairs."
	"Have fun," Geoff said.
	Lance was lying on the bed, legs spread, waiting patiently for
Sharon's return.  Her accomplice was kneeling at the foot of the bed.
All Lance could see were her eyes through the eye holes of the mask and
her mouth.  `Thank god she washed that nasty lipstick off,' Lance
thought.  `She's so much prettier this way even if she is creeping me
out by staring at my crotch like she's starving to death.'
	"Hi, guys, how you doin'?"  Sharon asked after she started the
camcorder again.
	"Better," Lance said, flipping his balls gently with the
fingertips of his left hand, "now that I've got that nasty shit off my
balls."
	"I've been thinking about that," Sharon said thoughtfully.  "I
think it was a very naughty thing to do and I think a spanking is in
order."
	Both heads turned simultaneously--one in disbelief, one in
horror.
	"Lance, sit on the edge of the bed so you can spank her little
bottom."  Then Sharon sat to Lance's right until their hips were
touching.  She motioned with a wave of her arm for her comrade to
approach.
	Lance couldn't tell if the look in his former tormentor's eyes
was lust or fear but she laid across his knees.
	"Pull yourself up so you're lying across both our knees," Sharon
commanded.  She knew the position would place the bubble butt buns
right over Lance's thighs and the skull-masked head in her lap--along
with those luscious lips.  "Okay, start spanking," Sharon said, "and
when you've had enough," she said, tapping the back of the skull mask,
"there's a word you can use to make it stop."
	Once Lance started spanking, he thought, `I hadn't expected this!
But since she has a safe word, I guess it'll be all right.'
	After Lance had landed a dozen blows, Sharon chided, "You can do
better than that."
	"It hurts my hand," Lance whimpered, remembering his dad's old
axiom, `This is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you.'
	Sharon reached over to the nightstand to retrieve a wooden ruler.
"Use this."
	Landing the first blow, Lance thought, `She used this fucker on
my balls.  It's only fair that I use it on her ass.'
	"Ow!" resonated through the room with each swat.  After about ten
swacks, she pleaded, "What word?"
	"Think about it," Sharon said smugly.  "You'll come up with it.
There's only one word that means something to both you and Lance.
	Looking at Sharon quizzically, Lance thought, `I don't know
anyone this girl's age.  How could we have a word with any kind of
special meaning?'  Even so, Lance continued to spank her ass with the
ruler.
	Lance became mesmerized as the ruler landed almost mechanically.
Swat!  Swat!  Swat!  He noticed the blue bathing suit was so thin from
being stretched so tight it was almost see-through.  He could see the
flesh underneath the material turn from rosy pink to fiery red, making
the suit appear almost purple.  Still, he pounded her ass.
	"Suck my pussy!" Sharon commanded and a tear-stained skull mask
dropped obediently into her lap.  "Spank the upper thighs.  I want to
hear some skin being tanned."
	"Mmmph!" the distressed voice murmured into her pussy.
	Lance redirected his aim and with a touch of revenge in his tone,
he said, "The butt was for the hot gel.  This is for paddling my bare
balls, bitch!"  After fifteen or twenty swats he was beginning to hit
the same spot twice or three times, causing a tremor to course through
his victim's body.  Then Lance started swatting the butt cheeks again.
"And this is for making me pee all over myself.  You're a disgusting
little pervert who deserves to be punished."
	Sharon's victim was so wracked with pain, she was soaking
Sharon's pubes--mostly with tears.  Leaning back onto the bed and
resting on her elbows , she humped her hips into the mask to remind her
victim to keep muff diving.
	`It's a damn good thing this little pussy's still got her clothes
on,' Lance thought, `'cuz I'm so fuckin' hot right now, I'd fuck her
even if she IS a virgin.'  He reached into his crotch to draw his
erection up between his victim's right side and his own belly.  With
each swat on her ass, she squirmed and to Lance, the movements made him
feel like he was jacking himself off.  `The only thing that would feel
better is if it were skin against skin.  This fuckin' swimsuit is
soakin' up all my pre-cum.'
	"Let's strip the bitch," Lance said.  "I'm so fuckin' horny I
could fuck a knothole!"
	"Yeah, let's do that," Sharon said evilly.
	The eyes in the skull mask pleaded silently with Sharon.
	"Put the sleep mask on," Sharon told Lance.
	"What?" Lance asked, touching his red Lone Ranger mask.  "Why?"
	"She's ... shy."
	"Shy!  Jesus, Sharon, she's seen ME naked, why can't ..."
	"Don't make me punish you," Sharon threatened.
	"Yes, ma'am," Lance said, remembering he was supposed to be
playing the submissive role.
	Turning his back to the camera, he exchanged masks.  Once it was
in place, he felt a mouth clean up his copious pre-cum but he couldn't
tell which one did it.  Sharon helped him sit down again where he
waited patiently.  He heard the sounds of over-stretched material being
peeled off the girl's body.  He flinched when something bounced
unexpectedly against his foot.
	`One of her falsies,' Lance thought.  `I wonder how old she is if
she needs to use them to look older.'  Then, still waiting patiently,
he thought, `Of course, she might be one of those fully grown girls
with no tits, like those skinny fashion models.  From what I've seen,
she could BE a fashion model--as long as she doesn't wear that horrible
lipstick.'	"Spread your legs.  You're gonna hold her by yourself this
time.
Give me your right hand."
	Lance held his hand up for Sharon to grasp.  Then he felt the girl
lay across his lap before Sharon directed his hand to her back.  "Don't
move your hand from her back."
	"Yes, ma'am."
	"Okay, now you're going to use a cat." Sharon said.
	"A what?"
	"Cat-o'-nine tails.  Start out gently.  This thing stings like
hell."
	Lance felt a dowel-like handle pressed into his left palm.
	As Sharon stepped away from in front of the camera to look through
the viewfinder, she saw the top of Lance's dick peeking out above his
victim's waist.  The victim was supported in the front with both arms
extended toward the floor while, in the back, the toes of both feet dug
into the carpet.  The skull-masked face turned to grin at Sharon and the
camera.
	That's when Sharon knew--for sure--that her victim knew the right
safe word.  "Okay, begin."
	As the cat began to land blindly, the victim began to whimper.  As
Lance gradually increased the force of the blows, tears formed again.
Since Lance knew this was "make-believe" S&M, he didn't use all his
power but he couldn't help but wonder why anyone would subject
themselves to such torture.  Out of curiosity, he laid the cat down and
lightly touched the bare bottom and thighs of his victim.
	"Aaagh!" the victim screamed.
	"Sorry," Lance mumbled before blindly reaching for the whip again.
`Thank god there's no blood,' he thought.
	Without saying anything, Sharon snuck downstairs.  Anita was
having another orgasm and Geoff was obviously having a climax, too.  At
some point, both ended up naked--except for their masks.
	"Oh, god, hon," Geoff moaned, "this is so sweet.  The two of us
cumming at the same time.  Please tell me we can keep doing this.  I
love you so much."
	"Oh, god, yes!" Anita groaned.  "I can't believe it took us this
long to figure this out.  What the hell were we thinking?  Sex
therapists have been around for years.  Why didn't we ever go to one?"
	"I guess we were both convinced it was futile.  Thank god for
Sharon," Geoff said as Anita climbed off his pole, turned and kissed
him passionately.
	"We owe that girl a big debt of gratitude.  We've got to find
some way to make it up to her," Anita said sincerely.
	Blushing from the praise and flush from all the sex deprivation,
Sharon bounded back up the stairs.  Just as she was about to turn into
the room, she heard Lance shout.
	"What the fuck!  What IS that?"
	The victim jumped up, raced to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Sharon turned the camcorder off just before Lance ripped off his mask
but not before the camera had captured the victim running out of the
room--with a hard-on.
	"What the fuck?" Lance asked Sharon in absolute confusion.
	"It was Randy."
	"What!  But ..."
	"He wanted to be spanked ... by you."
	"Why?"
	"Because he ... he has something he wants to tell you."
	"Okay, S&M, I get it.  But why me?"  Then Lance thought back over
the day's activities.  "Jesus, Sharon!  He sucked my dick, didn't he?
I knew it wasn't you but ... Randy!"
	"Calm down," Sharon said.  Facing him, she straddled his thighs
and began rubbing her pussy lips along his upstanding erection.  She
wanted his full attention to be softened by just a little sexual
stimulation.  "He loves you."
	"I know that!" Lance said.
	"No.  He LOVES you."
	"Oh ... my ... god.  You mean ..."
	"Yep.  He adores you and he wanted to suck your cock just once so
you would always be a part of him."
	"That's fuckin' whack!"
	"Let's go," Sharon said standing up abruptly.  She grabbed Lance
by the cock and pulled him toward the bathroom door.  Knocking, she
asked, "Can we come in?"
	"No!"
	"Please," Sharon pleaded.
	"Archangel!" Randy shouted.
	Lance frowned.
	"He wants to quit."
	"That's his safe word?" Lance asked incredulously.
	"Yeah."
	"You can't quit!" Lance yelled defiantly.  "No fuckin' way!
You've got some explaining to do."
	"I don't wanna talk about it," Randy said tearfully.
	"He's not mad at you," Sharon said, "he was just startled, that's
all."
	"It's not that," Randy whimpered.  "I'm embarrassed.  I'm ashamed
of what I wanted ... of what I did."
	Lance rolled his eyes as if to say, `Duh!'
	"Randy," Sharon said menacingly, "come out right now or I'll tell
your whole family the rest."
	"That's blackmail," Randy squealed.
	"The rest?" Lance whispered.
	"It's not blackmail, it's negotiating.  Come on.  Let's go back
to your room."
	"No," Randy said adamantly.
	"Where're you going?" Lance asked as Sharon began walking down
the hall.
	"To tell your folks."
	"Randy!" Lance pleaded through the closed door.  "She's going
downstairs!"
	Sharon was halfway down the staircase when she heard the bathroom
door open.  Turning to look over her shoulder, she saw Randy's head
peeking out.  She straight-armed her forefinger toward his bedroom
door.  Reluctantly, he slunk across the hall.  Turning, she climbed the
stairs and motioned for Lance to follow them into their shared room.
	"Sit on Randy's bed," She said to Lance.  Then, she took Randy's
hand and tugged him over to Lance's bed--Lance's piss-wet bed.  She sat
on the edge and pulled Randy into her lap so they were both facing
Lance. Concerned about Randy's fragile mental state at the moment,
Sharon cupped her hands over his family jewels protectively.
	"What's all this about?"  Lance asked, feeling like he was being
left out.
	Even with the distance between their two beds, Lance could see
the red marks under Randy's cheekbones caused by the tightness of the
skull mask.
	"This is about Randy," Sharon said.  "He thinks he has ... a
problem.  He and I have talked about it a lot but I haven't been able
to convince him it's not a problem."
	"What kinda problem?" Lance asked.
	"Tell him," Sharon said.  When Randy hesitated, she gripped his
cock and began lazily jacking him off.  Then she cupped his balls and
gently massaged them.  "Tell him or I won't let you cum."
	Looking at the two of them, Lance thought back to the night he
taught Randy how to jack off.  He had held Randy between his legs the
same way Sharon was holding him.
	"I'm gay!" Randy blurted out.
	"No you're not!" Lance shouted menacingly.
	"Always have been," Randy said with conviction.
	"Dude!  You can't be.  You eat Sharon's pussy all the time!
You're not gay!" Lance said pleadingly, like he wanted Randy to believe
him.
	"Remember when I told you about Tommy calling me a jerk-off?"
	"Yeah.  But that was years ago!"
	"Well," Randy said bashfully, "I was hopin' you'd show me how
'cuz Tommy and I were already doin' it but I wanted to see you do it,
so I ..."
	"Whoa, whoa!  We did that!"
	"Not the first time.  You told me I had to grow up first."
	"But we did it!  I showed you!"
	"That was later."
	"Are you telling me you tricked me into doing it?"
	With head bowed, Randy whispered, "Yeah."
	Still stroking Randy, Sharon said, "Tell him why."
	"What Tommy and I were doin' was okay but every time we'd do it
... I was thinkin' about you.  I wondered what your cock looked like
when it was hard, how much jism you cummed and what it would feel like
in my hand ... and my mouth."
	"Randy," Lance said, his thoughts racing a mile a minute, "I ...
ohmigod!  Dude!  I started getting naked in front of you because I
wanted you to grow up knowing nudity was okay--at the right time and in
the right place.  I showed you how to jerk off because I didn't want
some pervert ... some pedophile ... to turn you into a queer.  Oh my
god!  I'm that pervert!  I'm the guy I tried to save you from."
	"No you're not," Randy whined, "I was already gay.  That's what
I'm trying to tell you!  I'm the one who used YOU.  I'm the one who ...
deceived you today ... so I could suck your dick."
	"But why?"
	"I had to ... or I was gonna bust!"
	"No, I mean, why did you feel you had to deceive me?" Lance
inquired.  "In fact, I could ask the same question about you," Lance
added, looking accusingly at Sharon.
	"I'm gay, Lance.  I'm not naïve," Randy said defiantly.
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"Like I was gonna waltz in the bedroom some night and say, `Hey,
Lance, lay down.  I wanna suck your dick!'"
	Realizing Randy was right, Lance asked, "But what about the S&M?
That wasn't necessary."
	"I guess I'm partially to blame for that," Sharon said,
continuing to lazily masturbate Randy.  "He told me he felt like he
should be punished for his feelings."
	"Not for being gay," Randy said in his own defense.  Then,
shamefully, he said, "For wanting to ... you know ... "
	"For the incest part of it," Sharon said.  "That was about the
same time you confessed to me that B&D appealed to you and that you'd
be willing to try some mild S&M.  So I took it a step further and
decided to make the video.  The natural outcome of all that was to
include Randy in the scheme and here we are."
	Lance sat across from his brother and his girlfriend shaking his
head in disbelief.  Watching her slowly jacking his cock was causing
his own dick to rise.  Thinking about the pain Randy had put his balls
through, the blowjob and the spanking he'd inflicted on her/him caused
Lance to start leaking more pre-cum.
	"Go," Sharon said quietly as she released Randy.
	After crawling on his hands and knees, with tears in his eyes,
Randy knelt in front of his brother.  With his voice cracking from both
shame and lust, he begged, "Please, Lance, may I ... lick your dick?"
The tears spilled and ran down his cheeks as he croaked out, "I love
you so much, Lance, I want to please you like Sharon does."
	Almost in a whisper, Lance asked, "Why?"
	"I see how much you love Sharon and I'm ... afraid I'm losing
you.  You've been my best buddy and now ... Sharon's here and even
though I love her like a sister, I don't want to lose you.  So I
thought ... if I could please you the way Sharon does, it would make
things better.  You'd be my best buddy again."
	"Randy, ... I really don't understand all this.  You're not gay."
	"Yes I am!" Randy pouted.
	"Yes he is," Sharon said, getting up to sit next to Lance.
"Bisexual, anyway.  But if you ask me, he's more gay than bi.  Back
when he and I were shopping for Christmas at the mall, I noticed how
his stares lingered on guys longer than they did on girls.  Then that
afternoon when we played `football fouls' my suspicions were confirmed.
He couldn't keep his eyes off your dick.  Then when I got your dad's
monster out ... well ..."
	"That was understandable.  I mean Dad's ... uncut.  Even I stared
at him ... for a second or two."
	Looking at Randy staring at Lance's cock, Sharon said, "Go ahead.
It's okay."
	Without hesitation, Randy leaned forward and engulfed his
brother's cock.  His tongue took a quick swipe of the pre-cum--enough
to lubricate his tongue--before he plunged full depth onto Lance's
boner.
	"Aaagh!" Lance groaned from the sudden but awesome feeling.
With closed eyes he felt his brother clenching his throat muscles
around the head of his cock.  He jumped when he felt Randy fondle his
balls.  "Please don't, bro, this isn't right.  You shouldn't ...
Sharon, make him stop."
	"Keep going, Squirt," Sharon commanded.  Then she said, "Lance,
he's gonna keep sucking you until you come to terms with this.  He has.
Now you have to.  I don't want you two pissed at each other.  Not like
my brothers were."
	"Whaddya mean, your brothers?"
	"I'll tell ya later but for now, Squirt's gonna suck ya dry even
if it takes all week for you to understand where he's coming from.
Your choice."
	"This is so fuckin' queer," Lance said.  "First of all, it's
incest.  Secondly ..."
	"You better get used to it 'cuz you're gonna fuck your mother
next."
	"What the fuck are you talkin' about?"
	"She has trouble having orgasms because your dad's dick curves
the wrong way."
	"You don't mean that."
	"She wants to see your dick now that you're all grown up," Sharon
said matter-of-factly.
	"No she doesn't," Lance chided in disbelief.  "Curiosity about my
... development is one thing but wanting me to ... fuck her ... no, she
never said that ... not to fuck her."
	"Yeah, she does.  She told me."
	Lance sat there stunned, thinking about it.  Then without
warning, he blew his load down Randy's throat.
	Randy's immediate reaction was to quickly back off the spurting
cock but he just as quickly sucked it back into his mouth.
	After licking off some of the globs of cum that landed on Randy's
face, Sharon said, "I thought you'd have that kind of reaction.  You've
had the hots for your mom for a long time, haven't you?"
	"No!" Lance lied.  "It's Randy.  He did such a good job of ..."
	"Don't lie to me, Lance," Sharon said.
	Randy stood up suddenly and aimed his hard-on in Sharon's
direction.  She immediately grabbed his cock head in her mouth and he
unloaded a huge vat load of sperm into her mouth.
	"Ummm, ummm, ummm," Sharon hummed in appreciation.
	Once Randy's orgasm was done, he pulled out and knelt in front of
the two of them again.  With his head bowed, he confessed, "I cummed
because of you Lance.  I know you cummed, thinking about having sex
with Mom and I understand but I want you to know I cummed because I
love you."
	Sharon leaned over to kiss Lance.
	Less than ten seconds into it, Lance backed away, spitting cum
out of his mouth.  "Jesus!  That's just fuckin' nasty!" Lance yelled at
her.	"You licked it off your DAD--or was it you?" Sharon asked,
turning to Randy as she recalled that first Christmas--the first time
she blew their dad.
	"Even so," Lance said, using his hand to wipe his tongue, "it's
not right."
	"He's right," Randy said, not looking up but keeping his eyes at
their lap level, submissively.  "I don't mind cum.  Hell, I love it!
But it's not right to force a guy to eat cum.  Well, maybe out of his
girlfriend's pussy would be okay."
	Sharon stuck her big toe into Randy's crotch to play with his
jewels and said, "Always thinking of others, aren't you?"
	"Yes, ma'am.  I try."
	"What the fuck is going on here?" Lance asked.  "I mean, I went
along with the video.  I went along with the B&D.  I even went along
with ... reluctantly I might add ... the S&M.  I'm not real happy that
I was tricked into getting a blowjob from my brother ..." Then, seeing
Randy's head bow a little lower, Lance added, "... even though it felt
great.  But why get Mom involved?  There's no way I'm gonna fuck my own
mom.  You're right ... I guess I have ... toyed with the idea
occasionally ... when I was younger and didn't know any better ...
Randy's age ... but no way!  I outgrew it.  That's why I think you're
gonna outgrow this ... gay thing, Randy."
	"But I don't want to.  Pussy's okay but I LOVE cock!  Always
have."
	"The reason for all this," Sharon said, "is because Randy needs
your help.  I think he's proven to you that he's sincere, now you have
to help him tell your dad."
	"What!" Lance yelped.
	"You've got to be there for him.  Be supportive.  Help your dad
understand ... it's okay."
	"How can I?  I don't even believe it myself."
	"Go ahead," Sharon said.
	Randy leaned in to suck Lance but Lance held his forehead back
with the heel of his hand.
	"Don't."
	Randy looked at Sharon for advice.
	Lance looked at Sharon.  "Let me get my head around this a little
better before you ... before we talk to Dad."  Then, looking down at
Randy, he said, "Squirt, I can't talk to you when you're down there
like that.  This isn't a game anymore.  If you're serious about ...
being ... gay, we gotta discuss it like ... adults.  Sit up here."
Lance patted the bed beside him.
	"Can I give you a hug?" Randy pleaded.
	"Let's put some clothes on first."
	"No, don't," Sharon said more as an instruction than a command.
"We're gonna be talking about the naked truth and it'll be better if we
have nothing to hide our true emotions behind."
	Lance looked skeptical but he raised his right arm to embrace
Sharon and his left arm to embrace Randy.  As they snuggled, Randy
rested his cheek on Lance's pectoral muscle and wrapped his arms around
his brother's waist.  Although Lance looked uncomfortable, he didn't
flinch.  Sharon leaned in and kissed Lance.
	"Thanks, babe.  I didn't know of any other way to tell you.  I
knew if we just talked about it, you'd deny everything and end up
calling me a liar.  I was afraid this would be too much even for us and
you'd break up with me."
	"No I wouldn't!  I'm not that shallow," Lance argued.
	"But this isn't about us, it's about Randy."
	"Squirt," Lance said lovingly, "what I don't understand is why
you felt you needed to trick me.  I thought we were tight, man!  We
worked together at the pool.  I shared my girl with you ..."  He jerked
Sharon closer to him to accentuate his devotion to her.
	"I thought you would hate me."
	"I could never hate YOU!"
	"Not me exactly.  Hate the gay me.  That we wouldn't be friends
anymore ... and that would just kill me."
	"Why would you THINK that?  I thought I was pretty open-minded
about our conversations."
	"You were always pointing out things people did that were queer.
Things I'd do.  It was like you never missed a chance to tell me
something was queer ... or something I was doing was queer.  It was
like you were obsessed with it."
	"Oh god, Randy," Lance whined.  "I didn't do it to pick on you.
I was doing that so you'd know the difference.  I didn't mean for you
to ... dwell on 'em and ... you know ... make 'em your own or for you
to ... become ... gay."
	"I was already gay.  I've been gay since I was nine.  So when
you'd point things out, like a limp wrist, a particular way of walking
or crossing your legs, I'd try to hide anything that appeared to be
gay.  When you had Sharon ... rape me ... I just about puked."  Then
looking at Sharon he added, "I'm sure it was from nervousness ... not
because it was you ... or that you were a girl ... or anything."
	"Nine?" Lance asked like he hadn't heard anything else after
that.
	"Yeah," Randy said matter-of-factly.
	"You didn't even have a dick back then.  It was just a drain
spout for your piss!"
	"Tommy didn't think so," Randy said with a devilish grin.
	"So it was Tommy who turned you gay?" Lance accused.
	"It was the other way around," Randy said with one eyebrow
raised.
	"Or mutual," Sharon offered.
	"So all those times I stood around naked ... hoping to make you
more comfortable with naked guys ... you were just ... perving on my
cock?"
	"And balls, ass, muscles, tan line," Randy grinned.
	"All the same things I perv on," Sharon said, grinning, too.
	"Dude!  You watched me pee!"
	"And loved it.  That's why I wanted to make you pee the bed
today."
	"That was fuckin' whack, dude," Lance said with a touch of
disgust in his voice.
	"Nobody says 'whack' anymore," Randy chided.
	"Even so, that just wasn't right.  You're gonna pay for that,"
Lance threatened
	"He already did," Sharon said, "bare butt and all."
	"Oh yeah.  Hey, that's right," Lance said quizzically, "what made
you jump up and hide in the bathroom?"
	Shamefully, Randy said, "Sharon and I thought it was best if you
thought I was a girl until we could let you in on the secret ... uh ...
at the right time.  But when I cummed all over your leg, I knew you'd
know I was a guy ... not a girl ... even though you were blindfolded."
	Lance looked down at his calf to see a long streamer of dried
cum.  "Oh, that's just gross, dude!  Go get a washcloth and clean it
off."
	Sharon snapped her fingers and pointed to Lance's cum-coated
calf.
	Randy knelt and licked his dried cum off his brother's leg.
	"God, that's so queer," Lance whispered.
	"Queer is such a harsh word," Sharon said in a compassionate
tone.  "In fact, you've made some pretty disparaging remarks about your
brother today and I think you two should kiss and make up."
	"Sharon," Lance pleaded.
	"You kissed him earlier."
	"No, he kissed me.  I thought I was kissing a girl.  Speaking of
which, what's with the fuckin' lipstick?  Dude!  Promise me you'll
never wear that shit again."
	"He can't promise that," Sharon said, as Randy got up and sat
next to Lance again.  Their hips were almost touching.
	"Why?"
	"I have plans for him."
	"Oh, no you don't.  You're not turning him into one of those
trans ... those cross-dressers.  I'm drawing the line.  No fuckin'
way!"
	"How come you didn't like the lipstick?" Randy asked.  "I thought
you'd like it better if I looked like a girl."
	"It looked ridiculous.  It was too red ... and by the time I saw
it, it was all smeared."  There was a moment of silence before Lance
quietly said, "Besides, you're lips are too pretty to be fucked up with
lipstick."
	Randy smiled broadly at the compliment.
	Lance's mind raced to find a way to change the subject.  In a
panic, he blurted out the first question that came to mind.  "Dude,
where the hell did your dick go in that swimsuit?  I looked and all I
saw was this mound created by your pubes."
	"Sharon had me tuck it between my legs."
	"Oh," Lance said as if it made perfect sense.
	"Actually, that was the wrong thing to do.  When I got hard ...
you know ... when I was sucking you off, it hurt so much I thought I
was gonna die."
	"That was my intent," Sharon said evilly.
	"So," Randy asked, "are you ... um ... okay with this?  You're
not mad?"
	"I'm not okay with it but it's not me that's gotta deal with it.
It's you."
	"No," Sharon corrected, "You've got to deal with it, too.  Randy
needs to know if he's got a brother who's gonna stand by him or ..."
	"I don't know.  I'm not comfortable with it, no.  But as far as
defending you ... your right to be gay ... yeah, I guess I'll ... back
you up."
	"You'll talk to Dad?"
	"No," Lance said adamantly before adding conspiratorially, "WE'LL
talk to Dad.  You're not getting out of it that easy."
	"Thanks, Archangel," Randy said excitedly.
	Lance cupped Randy's chin, smiled and said, "Just this once,
Angel."  Then he kissed his brother--the kind of peck he used to give
his mother.
	"Let's go," Sharon said as she stood and headed for the door.
	"Hold on.  We've gotta get dressed first," Lance said.

	To be continued.
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