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Date Posted: 13:57:33 01/22/01 Mon
PART I
He was staring again. I pretended I didn’t notice. I
could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. I
knew he was infatuated with me and I almost felt sorry for
him.
His name was Tim. He was a sophomore at my school, I was
a senior. I first noticed him in the lunch room while
standing in line. I caught him staring at my boobs but I
acted nonchalantly about it. I would never forget though. I
thought it quite funny that someone like him thought he might
actually have any chance with me. He could only fantasize,
deep down he knew I was out of his league.
Tim was still a scrawny little boy who looked funny
walking down the hallway amongst other men. I wondered how he
felt when he had to change for gym class with all the other
guys that were bigger and more developed. Tim was about 5’8,
had blonde hair, and possessed a certain innocence. It was
this innocence that made me want to do what I was going to do
to him. I knew I could get away with it and I couldn’t wait.
We had the same study hall together and I decided I’d start my
plan there. You might think I’m devious or cruel… maybe I am.
But I knew I was better than Tim… and I feel that pathetic
little scum like him should be subservient to such prominent
people like me. It’s their role in life. I was blessed with
beauty and ingenuity and, not to put a finer point on it, Tim
wasn’t. I felt it was time that he learned that his purpose
in life, at least as far as I’m concerned, is to serve. I see
no future for him otherwise.
I was with my friend Denise when I entered study hall.
And I saw him. He sat in his usual spot in the corner
reading.
“Denise, play along with me. See Tim over there?”
“You mean the one that likes you?”
“Yeah, lets walk over to the table next to him and just
follow my lead.”
“OK.”
We sat down at the adjacent table well within ear shot.
I noticed him glance up from his book. He looked nervous and
shifted in his chair. It was time to start.
“So Denise, how’s your boyfriend?” I began loudly enough
for Tim to hear.
“He’s great, I was over his house last night.”
“Did you guys watch ‘Friends’ last night?”
“Well the TV was on, but we didn’t watch if you get my
drift.”
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tim’s ears perk
up. He was already falling into my trap.
“I need to get myself a boyfriend.” I continued.
“So why don’t you?” Denise replied.
“I don’t know. No one has asked me,” I said, “Maybe I’m
not pretty enough.” I almost laughed while I said this. The
truth is that almost every guy wanted to go out with me. I am
among the prettiest girls in my school and actually have a job
modeling for advertisement magazines.
“Of course you're pretty enough!” Denise said not
knowing exactly what I had in mind.
“Do you like my hair?” I had black straight hair that
fell half way down my back. I liked it because it always
looks so clean and never static.
“I wish I had hair like yours!” Denise said in shock.
I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Tim
pretending to read, but I knew he was listening to every word
I was saying.
“Well, if you like how I look, why hasn’t anyone asked me
out yet?” Denise knew I was always being asked out but
continued to play along.
“I don’t know,” she replied.
“Maybe I need a guys opinion.” Denise started to
understand what I was getting at and she knew what to do.
“Why don’t you ask him?”
I turned around and looked at Tim. “Who… Tim?”
“Why not?”
He lowered his book and looked at me. “Ahh ahh... did
you need something?” He asked trying not to give away that he
was eavesdropping.
“Yeah, I need your opinion. It’s Timmy right? My name’s
Jennifer.”
“No.” He stuttered.
“No my name is not Jennifer?” I asked confused.
“I mean it's Tim… just Tim, and I ahh, know who you are…
I mean everyone knows who you are.”
“Everyone knows who I am?”
“Well yeah, I mean you're pretty popular.”
“Why do you think that Tim?” I edged him on.
“I da don’t know. I…”
“Do you have a stuttering problem Tim?” I interrupted.
“Na Na ahh NO,” he finally said boldly.
“Are you nervous?”
“No, I just didn’t expect you to be talking to me.”
“Why’s that?” I asked
“Well, you never have before.”
“Well I didn’t know you before. Now I do. You're Timmy…
I mean Tim.”
“And you're Jennifer.” He said half smiling, hoping he
had somehow made a joke. I faked a laugh. How pathetic I
thought to myself.
“This is my friend Denise. Denise this is Timmy… I mean
Tim… Can I just call you Timmy? You look like a Timmy.”
“Well, I prefer Tim, I used to be called Timmy when I was
a kid.”
“Timmy… you are a kid.” I replied.
“Well I mean my Mom called me that when I was younger.”
“Well you look like a Timmy to me! When I think of a
Tim, I think of a man. You're just a little boy” I paused to
see his reaction. Denise simply said “Yeah, you look like a
Timmy.”
Timmy’s face turned bright red with embarrassment. He
didn’t know what to say.
After a moment of silence that seemed to last an
eternity, I edged on. “We were just talking and I need a male
opinion. Do you mind if I ask you some questions Timmy?”
“I guess not.” He said surprised we would ask him
anything.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” I said bluntly.
“What?” He said in shock.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
“Yeah.” He said weakly and in wonderment.
“I want to know if you think I’m really pretty?”
“I don’t understand.” He said dumbfounded.
“It’s not a trick question. Don’t worry, I’m not going
to kill you (just humiliate you I thought to myself) I just
want your opinion on a couple of things. Just answer
honestly. I want to know what you think. OK?”
“All right.”
“Do you think I’m really pretty, honestly?”
“I think you're gorgeous,” he blurted out. His face
turned redder than ever.
“Why thank you Timmy. See, that wasn’t so bad.”
He felt a little more comfortable after me saying that.
“Do you think I’m sexy?” was my next question. I watched
his eyes closely. They fell to my chest. I had on a loose
silk blouse that was unbuttoned enough to see the top of my
cleavage. They moved up and down slowly as I breathed. When
he focused on them he darted his eyes back up to meet mine.
“Yes.” He said.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I think you are.”
“Yes you think I’m what?” I said back edging him on.
“I think you're sexy!” He almost shouted. A few girls
sitting a couple of tables over heard him and started
giggling.
I looked at Denise. She was ready to join in.
“I like her tits.” she said. I almost lost it. I thought
I was about to burst out laughing. But I kept up the act.
“You wa what?” He said puzzled.
“I wish I had tits like hers. Mine are small, but hers,
hers are perfect. I mean, look at them. What size do you
think she is?”
Timmy was now a shade of purple. He looked at me as if
he needed my approval to reply.
“Do you think you can guess my size Timmy?” I said.
He looked at my eyes and I watch his as they slowly moved
down and focused on my mounds. “Here, let me help you. This
blouse is a little loose.” With that, I pulled the sides of
my blouse back, tightening the front so the fabric stretched
across my bossom. I stretched back so my tits would extend
out as far as they could. And I sat there in front of him.
His eyes almost popping out, I think he came right there in
his pants. “So what bra size do you think I wear,” I said,
“when I wear a bra.” I added.
“I don’t really know much about bra sizes.”
“You don’t,” I asked, “haven’t you ever tried on one of
your sisters or mothers before?” I asked with a smirk.
“No.” He said, but somehow I didn’t believe him. He
wanted to move on and so he answered. “I guess you're
probably a 34C.”
“Wow, I’m impressed. That’s pretty close. Actually, I’m
a 36C.”
I had to seem a little positive, or I might lose him.
But he was pretty mesmerized by me already. I had him
trapped. His little boy brain wouldn’t allow him to stop
answering our questions. This was probably the longest time a
beautiful woman ever spent talking to him. I decided to go
further.
I cupped the bottoms of my tits and pushed them up so
that most of my cleavage showed through the top of my shirt
and I bent over slightly. “Do you like my tits?” I asked.
Timmy’s jaw dropped, and I could swear I saw some drool
drip down the side of his lip. “Yes, they’re very nice.”
“Do you think their firm enough?”
“Why are you asking me this?” He looked questionably.
“I told you. I want a male opinion. If you want I could
ask someone else.”
“NO!” He almost shouted. “I’m sorry. I just thought it
was a little personal… I mean…”
I interrupted him. “Look Timmy, I’m female and I have
boobs. There’s no hiding that. You know that every guy looks
at girls boobs and I just wanted to know if they liked what
they saw. If you don’t think you can be man enough to answer
my questions I’ll just ask someone else. God, your acting
like such a wimp. I just thought you might be able to help
me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m just not used to being asked questions
like these. I’ll help you.”
How funny, I thought to myself. This little boy in front
of me would probably do anything for me if it meant that I
thought he was more of a man and less of a wimp. I had
already manipulated his mind. Denise looked at me in
disbelief. She couldn’t believe how naive he was. He
believed our sincerity. And the one thing he feared was for
me to think he wasn’t man enough to help.
“So your willing to help me?” I asked in reassurance.
“Yes. I’ll help you. If you really want me to”
“Yes, I do” Turning to Denise, I continued, “Where was I
again?”
“I believe you asked him if he thought you had firm
tits.” Denise replied.
“Oh yea, that’s right. So Timmy, what do ya think?”
“They look firm.” He managed to answer.
“How can you tell, you never touched them before.”
“I don’t know, I can just tell. I guess, I don’t know,
it’s embarrassing to say...”
“Just say it!” I interrupted him once more.
“Well I can tell because they're so round and they don’t
seem to sag.” His face was now deep purple. I thought he was
going to explode.
“Thank you Timmy. I glad you think I have nice boobs. I
hope all the guys think the same way.” He looked relieved to
know he did something right. “I think you have a cute face.”
I lied
“You do? Thanks”
“It’s cute in a little boyish sort of way.” He didn’t
know if I was making fun of him or complimenting him. Denise
just laughed.
“What do you like best about me Timmy?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, do you like my hair, face, boobs, legs. What’s
your favorite thing about me.
“I guess your butt. I like your butt best.
I turned to Denise and she smiled back. “Did you hear
that Denise?”
“Yeah, he likes your ass.”
I looked at Timmy. He couldn’t understand if he did
anything wrong.
“How do you know if you like my ass if I’ve been sitting
down the whole time? Unless, of course, you’ve checked me out
in the past. Have you checked out my ass before?”
“I... I guess so. I hope you’re not mad.”
He was so sad. I just wanted to crush him. Soon… “No,
why should I be mad. I’m flattered.” His eyes lit up and he
felt confident once more. “So you like my ass. What do like
about it. Do I wiggle it somehow while I walk or something?”
“No, I just... I just like butts. And yours, well, it
just looks nice.”
“Maybe he’s a fag.” Denise blurted out.
Timmy quickly turned to her and wined, “No I’m not!”
“You only think of girls then.” I said
“Yes.” He said defensively
“So you’ve been with only girls before?” I couldn’t wait
to hear his response to this one. I knew he must be a virgin.
“I dated a girl named Kim for a few months.”
“Yeah, but did you guys fuck?” Denise retorted.
Timmy sat in silence. I thought he might start to cry.
“It’s OK, Timmy. I don’t think you're a fag.” This
seemed to bring his spirits back a little. “Did you sleep
with Kim though?”
“Well, we fooled around some but no, I never slept with
her.”
“Who have you slept with?”
“That’s none of your business.” he replied. I must admit,
I was shocked at his response. But I knew I could lie on the
guilt trip. And I did.
“None of my business! I just told you my bra size! I
let you look down my shirt! You can’t even tell me who you’ve
been with before! I thought we were having a good
conversation. I was just beginning to like you. If you can’t
talk like a big boy, maybe you shouldn’t be in high school.
Let's go Denise.”
“Wait!” He shouted. “I’m sorry, I’m just not used to
this. I didn’t know people talked like this.”
“What do you think people talk about in study hall...
Homework?”
“It’s just... It’s just... I’ve never, you know, done it
with anyone before.?
“You mean you’re a virgin?” Denise replied.
“Wow, I’m sorry.” I said. He looked so pathetic sitting
there telling us everything, not even knowing how I truly
felt. Not even knowing how far I planned on going. He was
mine. He would be my toy. My play thing. My amusement. So
gullible. So vulnerable. I couldn’t wait to crush him. He
was putty in my hands. I wondered how far I could go here in
study hall. I decided I’d find out.
“I didn’t realize there were still virgins left in this
school.” Denise replied.
“Well, that’s because you’ve fucked everyone Denise.” I
snapped back jokingly. “You see Timmy, we make fun of each
other all the time. It’s no big deal.” Denise gave me a
glare. I’d apologize later for it. Timmy laughed.
“So what do you do to get off,” getting back to the
subject, “do you masturbate?” Timmy’s face was red again.
“It’s OK, you can tell me. It’s no big deal.” And I thought
to myself, right it’s probably not that big. “We’re having a
great conversation,” I stressed again.
“Doesn’t everybody masturbate?” He said rhetorically.
“I don’t,” said Denise, “I don’t need to, I have a
boyfriend.”
Timmy blushed even more. “So do you masturbate?” I
continued.
“Yeah.” He finally said reluctantly. “Do you?”
I was almost surprised he asked me. “No, I think it’s
silly.” I lied. Timmy swallowed hard. “How often do you
whack off?” I said teasingly.
“I don’t know. Maybe once a month” I could tell he was
lying through his teeth.
“When you jack off, do you think of Jennifer’s ass?”
Denise sprang out laughing.
“Shut up.” Tim said rather weakly. I began to think
that he probably did think of me while he masturbated. I
laughed at the thought. In his dreams.
“I’m curious Timmy, what size of shoe do you wear?”
“What size of shoe do I wear? Why?”
“Geeze... you know what my bra size is, I just wanted to
know your shoe size.”
“I wear a size 5 and half.”
I almost died. “Damn, you have small feet.”
“My boyfriend wears a size 12.” Denise added. “You know
what they say... ‘Small feet, small dick.’”
I could tell Timmy was getting angry at Denise. “What’s
your problem?” He turned to her.
She looked at me and I stared back. “I have to go. I’ll
call you later Jennifer.” And Denise got up and left.
“Don’t mind her,” I said to Timmy, “It’s her time of the
month.”
“So what are you doing this weekend?” I asked.
Interested in what I was getting at, he replied, “I don’t
know yet. My parents are going away for the weekend.”
“Who’s baby-sitting you?” I half-joked.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Yes Timmy. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“No.”
“You mean your parents are leaving you all alone for the
weekend? Aren’t they afraid you’ll throw a party or
something?”
“They trust me.”
“Man, if my parents left me alone for the weekend, I’d
probably invite some guy over to stay with me. We’d have some
fun all right.” I waited to see if he had any balls what so
ever.
“Well, ah... if you want to... you could come over
sometime this weekend.”
“Really. Wow, maybe I will. What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know. we could order a pizza and watch some
movies.”
“Would you rent a porno-movie?”
“A porno-movie? Really? I guess so. I’ve never...”
“You never rented a porno-movie either!” I interrupted.
“Rent one after school today. If I have a chance to come over
I will and we’ll watch it together.”
“OK!” He said enthusiastically. “I can’t believe you're
coming over to my house.”
“I may come over. If I have the time. You act like you
never even had company before.” He probably never had a girl
over. “Well, I have to go now.”
“All right. Thanks for the conversation.”
I couldn’t believe he was actually grateful. He didn’t
even realize how I just utterly humiliated him. But it was
nowhere as bad as what I planned to do to him later. What a
dork.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later, Little Timmy” His smile
disappeared when I said ‘Little Timmy.’ And I got up and
walked away, all the while intentionally wiggling my ass as I
left. I glanced over my shoulder briefly. Sure enough his
eyes were fixed to my bottom. I couldn’t wait 'till later.
He had no idea what was about to happen to him.
PART II
I gathered what I need from home, told my parents I was
staying at Denise’s house, and headed for Timmy’s. I thought
about him on the way. I imagined him at the video store
trying to rent a porno-video. I wondered if he even had his
own account. I’d have to remember to ask him what happened.
I stopped by Denise’s first. I apologized for my comment
earlier but she didn’t care. I told her what I planned on
doing and she became excited.
“I can’t believe you Jennifer!” She said.
“The kid’s pathetic isn’t he?”
“That’s what makes it so great.” She replied.
I looked in her mirror to examine myself. I had on a
tight black T-shirt that showed off every curve and a loose
flowing skirt that fell right above my knees. I twirled
around and watch the skirt rise in the air, showing off my
black panties. I felt myself already getting wet with
anticipation. It was perfect.
“I’ll call you later Denise.”
“OK. Have fun.”
“Oh, I will, don’t worry about that... but I know a
certain someone who won’t.” I giggled and Denise laughed.
And I left.
I found Timmy’s house OK and made sure there wasn't any
cars in the driveway. “Good, his parents are gone.” I said to
myself. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. The
door opened slowly.
“You’re here!” Timmy shout out in surprise.
“Yeah, I decided to come over. Is that OK?”
“Yes, yes... come in.”
Timmy had on a pair of jeans and a dress shirt. His hair
was perfectly combed and parted on the side. He looked like a
nerd. “Thanks Timmy.” I entered. We walked into the family
room and I sat on the couch by the TV.
“Can I take your bag?” he asked.
“No. I’ll just leave it here.” I didn’t want him to see
what was in it. Not just yet. I placed the bag next to the
couch.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
He was trying to be nice. How sweet. I felt like
puking. “Sure, I’ll have a beer.”
“A beer?” He said hesitantly.
“Yeah, you got any beer?”
“Well, my dad has some Budweiser...”
“Great, I’ll have one. In a glass too.” I interrupted
him and he reluctantly went to the kitchen to fetch it. I
thought to myself: his father probably counted them before he
left. Oh well.
“Should we order some pizza?” I yelled to him in the
kitchen.
“OK. I’ll call for some now.”
I found the porno tape on top of the VCR. I was almost
surprised that they let such a little boy rent it. I put the
tape in and pushed ‘PLAY’. Timmy returned after calling for
pizza and handed me my glass of beer.
“I rented a porno like you told me to.”
“Did you have any problems renting it?”
“No, why would I?”
“I thought maybe the people at the video store might
expect you to rent a Disney movie or something.” I laughed.
The sound of the movie interrupted us. “It’s about to start.”
I said. Timmy sat on the other side of the couch. I was
hoping he wouldn’t sit too close to me. I kicked off my shoes
and socks, lifted my legs, and put my feet on his lap. I made
sure the heels of my feet were on his crotch. My skirt hiked
up a little and he could see my inner thigh. “Could you rub
my feet?” I asked.
“Sure.” He started to rub them and I quietly moaned.
“Mmm... that feels good.” I could feel his crotch stir
and shifted slightly. I moved my feet back into position.
“Keep rubbing.”
The movie started. It was a typical porno-flick and we
were now watching some ugly looking guy fucking some bimbo
with over sized boobs. Definitely implants. I could tell
Timmy hadn’t seen much of this kind of movie before. I looked
at the man of screen. He had an average size cock, it wasn’t
small, rather on the larger scale. “He has a nice cock,
doesn’t he Timmy?” I couldn’t wait to hear what he’d say.
“Ah… I guess so.”
I continued to watch as Timmy rubbed my feet. The man of
screen started to go down on the bimbo.
“Oooh… I like it when a man uses his mouth to please me.
Have you ever used your mouth to please a girl Timmy?” I
could feel his small bulge in his pants. “The truth Timmy.”
I added before he had a chance to answer.
“Not like that… no.”
“I think it’s the best, probably better than intercourse.
I just love it when a man uses his mouth to please me. Would
you ever use your mouth to please a girl?”
“If she wanted me too, definitely.”
“Oooh… good.” His eyes widened as he tried to
contemplate what I had meant by these words. “Now, you’re not
one of those guys who only like to receive pleasure and not
give it, are you?”
“Oh no. I’d feel better knowing that the girl received
pleasure. My main concern is giving pleasure to the girl, not
myself.”
It was a typical response by a guy who wanted to get it
on with you but it was what I needed to hear. The video was
still playing, and the man on the screen was fucking the bimbo
again. “His cock is kind of nice, isn’t it Timmy?”
“It’s big.” He replied.
It was on the larger size but… “It’s not big!” I shouted
back.
“What?” Timmy said.
“It’s nice, but it’s kind of small. Wouldn’t you say he
was small?” Timmy didn’t know what to say. I knew he wasn’t
very endowed, especially with only a shoe size of 5 and a
half. His face blushed again and he stopped rubbing. “Keep
rubbing, that feels good.”
“I’m sorry, my hands are getting tired.”
“Well, if you’re not going to rub them, would you suck my
toes?” I asked not knowing how he’d react.
“Excuse me?” He said in disbelief.
“What, you never sucked on girls toes before? I love it
when a guy sucks on my toes!” I had said just the right
thing.
“If you really want me to, I guess I will. You really
like it?”
“Yeah… I love it.” With that Timmy lifted one a my feet
and gently placed his mouth over my big toe and started to
suck. At first I noticed him frown from the initial stale
taste, and this made it even better for me. “Thanks Timmy,
that feels gooood.”
I made him suck every toe at least twice. At one time I
even had him lick the bottoms of my feet. He was so pathetic.
I had him right where I wanted him. All the while we watched
the Porno-movie and then we were interrupted by the doorbell.
“That must be the pizza,” Timmy mumbled, one of my toes
half in his mouth. I lifted my leg and kicked it out,
pushing with my toe in his mouth, causing him to fall
backwards.
“Oww!” He yelled.
“Better go get it,” I simply said. I looked through the
window beside the front door and noticed it was a delivery
girl, probably a student from school. As Timmy went to answer
the door, I turned up the TV so it was blaring. And then I
crouched down behind the couch. When the door opened, Timmy
recognized Liz, a junior at our school. The porno-movie
continued to play and the moans of the actors blared across
the room. Timmy turned around and Liz looked past him. A
perfect view of the television.
“Oh my god. What the hell are you watching. That’s
disgusting, I’m getting out of here.”
“Wait!” Timmy pleaded. “There’s been a mistake, you
see…”
“Here’s your pizza. I don’t even want your money…
pervert.”
“But I’m with somebody.” Timmy cried in desperation to
hang on to some ounce of dignity.
“Yeah right. You were probably hoping I’d come in. In
your dreams buddy.” Liz turned and hurried to her car.
“You got it all wrong…” But Liz was already to her car.
I turned down the TV as Timmy returned with our “free”
pizza. “Why did you turn it up so loud… and where did you
go?”
“I was looking for the bathroom,” I lied, “and the remote
control must have fallen on the ground and made it louder some
how. What happened? You look mad.”
“Never mind. I’m fine. Just a little confused maybe.”
He looked irritated. It made me happy.
“I hope your not mad at anything I did. I was just
starting to enjoy myself. In fact, I hope we can have a lot
more fun tonight… we have the whole weekend in front of us!”
Timmy looked up in shock. “Are you going to stay here
all night?”
“I was going to spend the night with you, if that’s OK.”
“Wow, I mean, yea! That would be great.” I had restored
his confidence again. It was going to be a long night… at
least for him. It was time to take the next step.
“What should we do after we eat Timmy?”
“I don’t know. It’s up to you. Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?”
“Sure.”
“Then would you do something for me. There’s this thing
I like when guys do it for me.”
“What is it?” Timmy asked it anticipation.”
“Would you masturbate in front of me?”
PART III
“You want me to what?” he exclaimed.
“You heard me.”
“I don’t know Jennifer. I don’t know if I can do that.”
“I’d like to watch you masturbate before I fuck you.”
“Before you fuck me?”
“You do want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Ah, yeah. I’d love it. I just can’t believe it. I
can’t believe this is happening.”
“Go ahead Timmy. I want to see you. Take off your
clothes. This porno’s getting boring. It’s time for the real
thing."
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Timmy said as he
started unbuttoning his shirt. “Aren’t you going to get
undressed as well?” Tim questioned.
“You want me naked?” I asked back.
“You’re so beautiful, of course I do.”
“That’s sweet of you to say that. First I want you to
masturbate while I watch, and then I’ll take my clothes off,
and I’ll masturbate for you. Finally, would you do one more
thing for me before we fuck?”
Timmy swallowed hard listening to me saying this. He’d
unbuttoned all of his buttons and was about to take off his
shirt. “Anything. What did you have in mind?”
“Would you please me with your mouth before I fuck you.
I want you to pleasure me using your mouth. Would you do that
for me?” I gave him the puppy dog eyes for an over-
exaggerated boost.
“There’s nothing in world more that I want than to know
that I am pleasuring you.”
I smiled. Just the answer I was looking for. Of course,
he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He removed
his shirt and exposed his boyish chest. “OK Timmy, now for
the part I’ve been waiting for.” And I looked at his pants.
“Can you call me Tim from now on. When you call me
Timmy, it makes me feel...”
“Timmy, just take your pants off, you’re going to spoil
my mood!” With that Timmy started to unbutton his jeans. I
sat on the couch and waited. “Go on.” I said reasserting
him.
Timmy fumbled with his zipper and finally pulled it down.
His hands were shaking uncontrollably. I sat back on the
couch comfortably and watched. Timmy slowly pulled down his
pants to reveal a pair of white boxers with blue stripes.
Poking the fabric out, was his boyhood. One by one he stepped
out of his pants and tossed them aside. Timmy was now red in
the face and shaking all over. He was nervous. And this
excited me even more. I pointed to his boxers and drew my
hand down. “Time to show me that little thing you got hiding
under there.” Timmy didn’t know what to think. How could I
say such cruel things, but at the same time, give him the best
gift he could receive… the loss of his virginity. Of course,
I was thinking something different. “Go ahead Timmy.”
Slowly, very slowly, Timmy edged his elastic down.
Finally he pulled his boxers up and over his boyhood and down
to his ankles. And I stared in disbelief. I couldn’t believe
just how small it was. I uncontrollably coughed up a laugh.
Thankfully he didn’t notice. His dick sprang up hard,
exposing itself to a woman for the first time.
He started to move toward the couch. “Stop. I want you
to do it on the floor in front of me.” I commanded.
“On the floor?”
“Yeah, eventually that’s where I'm going to fuck you.”
Envisioning his near future prompted him to obey, and he lay
down on the floor in front of me.
“OK Timmy, show me how you whack off every night.”
Timmy frowned at the ‘every night’ bit but before he
could say a word I spread my legs slightly and exposed a bit
of my panties and he looked up my skirt. I arched by back up,
pushing by breasts out against the fabric of my already tight
T-shirt.
“God, you're gorgeous. I can’t wait until you're naked,”
he replied.
“I will be soon,” I said, “I promise.” And with that
promise he started to masturbate.
I watched him in delight and I thought to myself how
naïve he was. What a fool. How gullible. I amused myself
more by looking at his boyhood. I guessed there were 10 year
olds with bigger cocks than his. He had a small patch of
curly pubic hair, some under his armpits, but that was all.
The rest of him was hairless. Except, of course, his
perfectly parted hair on his head. He hardly had any muscle.
I could break him in two, if I wanted. It didn’t take long
for him to approach orgasm. I knew it wouldn’t. It was time
to act. It was time to take the next step. A leap indeed…
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