Jake awoke to a tightness around the root of his cock. It wasn't the hard tightness of a metal ring, but something stringy. And he was erect! He pulled his covers away and was shocked to see the cage gone, replaced by a pink ribbon tied around his balls. And a post-it note.
"You boys sure sleep in late! Took the cages off for safety, no block, but remember the rules! See you for dinner! -M."
Jake threw the post-it away and, with effort, untied the ribbon, almost getting caught up in stroking himself in the process. Tyler started to wake and Jake told him what to expect under the blanket. Tyler ripped off his own covers, flung the note away and started stroking.
"What are you doing!" Jake cried.
"She was here... touching us!" Tyler groaned. "While we slept, she was touching…us!" He stroked fast, just like he had last night.
"Stop! She'll sense you!"
"She's at work!" He stroked faster. "And you don't know what she looked like naked! God, did she look good in the shower.... "
"Tight wet ass, so fucking goo-UNNGH!"
Tyler exploded all over his chest, rope after rope of cum, while his brother watched. Tyler kept stroking, savoring every hard spurt, until he was done. He laid back, smiling his stupid lopsided grin. That's when the pressure on their balls started. Both of them.
Light at first, but growing. Squeezing harder and harder.
"Oh fuck!" Jake cried, cupping his balls. But the feelings were coming from inside! Then Tyler's cell-phone rang. "Answer it!"
"No! It's her!" Tyler spat back, holding his balls too, trying to rub the pressure away. "It's her!"
The pressure squeezing their balls kept growing, the edge of painful now. And still growing, as Tyler's phone rang and rang. "Answer it!" Jake ordered.
"If you won't, I will-"
Just before Jake reached it, the phone's ringing stopped. But the squeezing on their balls did not. Jake's eyes got very big.
"Oh, fuck! No! NO!" He held his balls as he started seeing stars- he was going to throw up-
Then his cell-phone rang. He answered at once.
"Tyler's not following my rules, is he?" Miranda purred.
"No!" Jake gasped, doubled over.
"Tell him to."
"Tyler! You've got to eat it!"
"She won't stop unless you do!"
Grimacing in pain and disgust, Tyler dipped one finger in the pool of his own cum, then quickly into his mouth.
"He's doing it!" Jake cried, and immediately the squeeze on their balls lessened. It was only a forceful clutch now, like when their mother wanted to make a point.
"Make sure he keeps going," Miranda ordered.
"He is, he is!" Jake replied, making a motion for Tyler to continue. Tyler did, and almost spat out his second finger-full.
Miranda laughed. "I heard that! That's more like it. Make sure he gets it all, will you Jake?"
"Yes, Aunt Miranda."
And so Jake had to watch his brother scoop up the puddles of cum that had landed on his chest, one finger at a time, into his own mouth. While his own balls ached, still carrying their heavy load. Tyler grimaced and made a face with each lick.
“Tell him to hurry up,” Miranda said. “It tastes worse when it gets cold.”
“Hurry up, Tyler! He’s almost done, Aunt Miranda. There! He's done!”
“Are you sure?”
“Make sure he gets what ran into his belly button. First timers always forget that.”
Jake relayed the message and Tyler gave him a hateful look, as that added two more scoops after he thought he was finished.
"There, that's all of it!"
“Okay then,” Miranda laughed, and the pressure on their balls vanished. “I left a key on the table, go enjoy the sights. I’ll see you boys at 6 for dinner!” And she hung up.
Jake and Tyler were alone in their room, looking anywhere but at each other. “I’m… going to go take a shower,” Jake finally said.
Tyler stopped him. “Let me brush my teeth first.”
Walking around the city did let the boys forget about what just happened, for a little while. They had their first real New York pizza, they stared at all the impossibly tall buildings everywhere, and couldn’t help but giggle when they found a shop that would sell them a glass bong. Tyler bought it immediately, even though they had no use for it.
But as the day heated up, the sights did too. They passed housewives walking to yoga class in tight tight spandex shorts. Goth girls, with tears in their tight jeans in almost indecent places.
Business women, secretaries, young models, all looking professional, stern, and hot. Hundreds of them. Streets and streets of them.
And what got to Jake was how many of them showed off their feet. Heels were everywhere. And the rest wore loose flip flops. Some of them let their shoes fall off in the subway, their bare feet totally visible for him to stare at. One sultry woman in a business skirt, mid-forties but still hot, even started rubbing her feet, massaging tension out of her high arches, right in front of them. That did it.
“Excuse me,” Jake mumbled, leaning towards her.
She looked up annoyed, then saw his age and nervousness and softened her expression.
“Where’s the best place to get… um, oysters around here?”
“Oh, Grand Central Terminal, of course. The Oyster Bar,” she said with a smile, crossing her legs to rub her other foot.
“Thanks,” Jake mumbled.
“What was that?” Tyler demanded after they got off the train.
“I have to know,” Jake said, checking his map and then walking away.
The waiter slid the tray of 12 oysters on ice in front of the two boys. “Enjoy.”
Jake raised one cold shell to his hand, gingerly sniffed the watery contents, and then tried sucking it into his mouth.
“Yuck!” He looked up at Tyler after only half of it. “Is this what it really tasted like?”
Tyler tried one himself, cautiously. “Kind of. Same texture.” He swallowed it, went for another. “But this is food! We know we’re supposed to eat it! The other thing…” He shuddered.
Jake tried finish his first, steeled himself, and finally did. “How many of these equal… “ he whispered- ”what you spurted?”
“I dunno. Four?”
Jake tried to start his second oyster, and couldn’t even stomach half, spitting the cold liquid out.
Tyler's second oyster hit him harder than the first. “Uugh!" he grimaced. "That one had grit in it!”
Jake motioned the waiter over again.
“Could you like, warm these up?”
The waiter was genuinely horrified. “SIR?”
“Like microwave them or something? To room temperature?”
The waiter took the dish away, frowning stiffy.
“Higher than room temperature!" Tyler called after him. "To body temperature!”
Warmer was a little better, but getting through four was still a long chore, requiring Jake to steel himself over and over again before swallowing the viscous, jelly-like fluid. He was exhausted as Tyler ate his fourth too. The boys looked at each other, knowing they couldn’t finish the rest.
The rest of the day was more of the same. Tan, toned legs everywhere. Midriffs in the park, bare because the girls had laid back, pulling their shirts up as they lay on a blanket. Jersey girls, big fake breasts and tight shorts, laughing and popping their gum at them as the boys started to get hard and had to walk quickly away.
Jake couldn’t even count the number of sexy feet he saw on the way back to Miranda’s apartment in the evening. As he used the key to open the door, Miranda turned to face them from the kitchen.
“Boys! I got a special treat for your first full day in New York! Authentic New York pizza, New York cheesecake, and for appetizers…” She theatrically lifted the top off a large metal dish, and the twins groaned. “Two dozen raw oysters!” she cheered.
Miranda made them eat six oysters each, by telling them how expensive they were, how much of a delicacy they were, and by just not taking no for an answer. In a cool way, of course.
On her own sixth oyster, Miranda let the fluid slosh in her mouth before letting it slide slowly down her throat. “Mmmmmm, I just loooove that feeling. It makes me wish my husband was here!”
Both boys grunted, getting painfully hard in their pants. Miranda laughed, “Don’t get any ideas, boys. I still make him finish what he started. I just like to hold it in my mouth for a while before giving his gift back to him!”
She smiled at the two boys in pain from their own erections and tight underwear. Jake tried to change the subject.
“Is Uncle Joshua.. um, coming back soon?”
“No, he’s in Europe for a few more weeks, unfortunately. Being a world-class underwear model involves a lot of travel.” Miranda picked up another oyster and looked wistfully at it, before sucking it down. “But these days,” she laughed, “with Powers and all, women don’t really want to see him model the underwear.
"Most photo shoots are him nude and face down in bed, the underwear flung artistically on the floor or something. Or him barely covering himself with his hands, in the shower. His days are full of being naked in front of five to ten female photographers, assistants and make up artists, saving all
his sperm up so he can come back home and eat it in front of his dear wife.”
Both boys cried out as their pants felt horribly tight and she laughed again. “You boys like that story? We can try it tonight, if you two don’t wuss out again. Now, finish the rest of these. I’m going to start on that cheesecake.”
Eight oysters sloshing queasily in each of their bellies, neither Jake or Tyler felt the least bit horny as they changed for bed. Until Miranda came into their room and tutted at them, looking at their sweatpants.
“Come now, what did I say about wearing clothes to bed? Slip ‘em off!”
Blushing, Jake and Tyler dropped their sweatpants to the ground and jumped under the covers quickly. Miranda put their clothes away in the dresser again, then pulled a key from nowhere and locked it shut. “There, now you won’t be tempted later tonight.”
Hearing the lock click shut, knowing he would be nude until she allowed otherwise, Jake's cock started hardening.
Miranda smiled at them and rubbed her hands. “Now, I’m so sad I missed Tyler’s one-man show this morning! But I think a two-load show now should make up for it!”
Even though he was hard under the blanket, Jake begged, “Please, Aunt Miranda, we don’t feel like it tonight! Not after all those oysters!”
“Oh, you two are such little princesses!” she laughed. “A little exotic food and you don't feel sexy? I’m going to make you both start wearing pretty bows in your hair! Okay, the belts it is.”
She pulled the hated jingling box out again. This time Tyler cried out. “No! Not that again! It hurt so much last night!”
“When did it hurt?”
“When… I tried to get hard.”
“Well, we know how to fix that, right? You already swallowed your yummy load this morning, Tyler, why are you resisting now?”
The young boy blushed horribly, turning away. “I just don’t want to do it again.”
She turned to the other shaking boy. “And you, Jake? Don’t you want your first big release of the summer?”
Jake shook his head. “No!”
She sat on his bed and stroked his hair softly. “Come on… it will help you sleep. I can tell you need it- the girls were pretty hot today, weren’t they? You can think of anyone you want, I won’t say a thing.” Jake felt himself slipping.
“The longer you wait the more cum there’ll be,” she reminded. Jake realized that was true, that he shouldn’t wait-
“No!” Tyler cut in. “We’re not doing it tonight! And I don’t want to wear that belt!”
Jake saw Miranda’s mouth set in a straight line, and shivered in fear. “Well, Tyler, we can try that for one night, but if you slip up, I’ll have you in the belts all summer, do you understand me?”
Tyler gulped. “Yes ma’am.”
“Okay, hands above covers!” Miranda ordered, and they did. She tucked their blankets under the mattress, so tightly that they could barely move. And then gave them each three Loops.
“No touching tonight. At all, do you boys hear me? Not even to scratch.”
They nodded, thankful the chastity box was going back in the closet.
Miranda paused at the door, hand on the light switch. “And masturbation really does help you get to sleep. I’m a little wound up myself right now, so I’m going to have a little fun in my own bed. You may hear some noises from my bedroom, some adult noises, but I don’t want to hear one stroke out of either of you, or those belts will become your second home, okay?”
They nodded again, now truly afraid. She flipped the switch and left.
Miranda didn’t bite her tongue this night, moaning and squealing as loudly as her body wanted to, as the vibrator did its work. After her first big one, she even went for a pleasant second orgasm, because the sounds of the boys’ steel cocks quivering untouched, especially Jake’s desperately backed-up balls, were just too hot for words.
Jake had set his phone alarm to go off early this morning, to prevent Miranda from putting another embarrassing girlie ribbon around his manhood. When it beeped, he ripped off the covers to find… himself wearing yellow thong panties, with bows on the sides.
He jumped out of bed, tried to find his sweatpants, then remembered. The dresser was still locked! He heard dishes in the kitchen, and took a long minute to realize, he had to face her like this, or nude. Only the thought that Tyler would wake up and see him in panties gave him the courage to leave the bedroom.
His cock strained against the sexy panties. He told himself it was just a piss-hard-on, but if it was, it was his hardest ever. And every time he looked down at the soft cotton he got a little harder.
“Morning Jake!” Miranda cheered, already in her work skirt and blouse. “Oh, don’t you look precious! I knew Kelly’s and Vickie’s panties would fit you boys!”
“Kelly… and Vickie…?” His cousins? His snobby, pampered cousins who Jake and Tyler had watched grow hotter each year as their breasts budded, their asses rounded and who just became more stuck-up the hotter they got? Jake wailed, his diamond cock suddenly trying to rip through the panties.
Miranda chuckled and sipped her coffee. “Yep, they left some clothes behind this winter. And I figured this was so much more befitting my two little princesses than a pink ribbon- don’t you?” She laughed, looking at the wet spot at the tip of his tent. “You boys really have to start getting up earlier!”
“Aunt Miranda, please- let me put on my clothes again!”
“I’ll unlock the dresser before I leave,” she said. “I just can’t wait to see Tyler in Vickie’s thong!”
They heard a cry from the bedroom. “What the fu-“
Miranda’s eyes lit up. “There we go! Fashion show time!”
She made the boys eat their breakfast and wash their dishes in the panties, smirking each time the soft material or just the humiliation of it made their young hard dicks cry out for a touch. After a horribly humiliating hour, she picked up her briefcase and walked to the door, then turned to look at them.
“Oh, my two precious little princesses in their sexy panties! Is there anything you’d like to swallow in front of me before I go to work?”
Jake’s balls were burning, aching, more than they ever had. He was dying to blow a satisfying load like Tyler had. But to eat your own cum in front of a woman, after prancing around her apartment in thong panties all morning…
“No, Aunt Miranda! I won’t!”
She shrugged, then pulled a key out of her bra and tossed it to Jake. “Okay, but I can’t believe you boys are being so stingy with your OWN orgasms! When Kelly and Vickie stayed in your beds they played with their little selves every morning and night!”
Both boys were bent over from painful erections again as Miranda opened the door and left for another day of work, laughing.
The boys tried to see the Statue of Liberty, but going in the entrance seemed too much like trying to look up a giant woman’s skirt, and the female security guard turned them away because they couldn’t get their erections to go down. Mothers and daughters snickered behind the boys’ backs all during the ferry back to New York.
Going anywhere in the city was the same- the temperature had risen higher than yesterday, and Jake and Tyler saw so many firm, big-breasted women wearing only tank tops, their hard nipples poking out, that the boys were walking bow-legged by noon.
“I can’t take this anymore,” Tyler whined, as a Latino women passed their table in the restaurant, her jeans riding dangerously low on her smooth hips. “It’s too tough!”
“You came just a day ago!” Jake spat back. “It’s harder for ME!”
“You don’t need to cum as much as I do. I’ve got more testosterone.”
“We’re twins! We need to cum the same amount!” Jake yelled, and the restaurant got silent for a moment. The woman behind the counter gave them a stern look, especially because they were both three-fourths hard under the table.
“I’m going to do it,” Tyler whispered after people stopped looking at them. “Tonight, and every night. I’m going to think of Aunt Miranda’s sweet ass and shoot!”
“We’re here for a hundred days!" Jake growled. "Do you really want to swallow that much cum?!?”
A girl two tables behind them spit her drink out her nose. She was still laughing as she started texting on her phone. The boys paid their check and left early, blushing.
The city didn't let up on them. The guide for their tour of NBC studios was a cheerful young girl in a tight miniskirt and heels. Jake peeked at her smooth, young legs all through the tour, even when Tyler slid up next to her and said something which made her giggle and squeeze his arm.
A college class let out near their subway stop, a group of young women wearing loose shorts which barely covered their butts as they laughed and walked in front of the boys for three long blocks. And their small feet- Jake was dying when they got home. Tyler was smiling.
"I'm going to do it tonight," he whispered smugly to Jake. "I'm going to cum."
"You always say that," Tyler laughed, opening the door.
Miranda was sitting at the dining table, four other attractive professional women around her.
"Boys, come in! Ladies, these are my hunky nephews I've been telling you about- the innocent country boys enjoying their first time in the city!"
A grinning redhead looked Jake up and down. "New York virgins? Well, that is special!"
"Come on in boys," Miranda said, uncovering a large tray of oysters. "We're just starting dinner!"
To Jake, dinner seemed to last five hours. The ladies passed the chilled tray of oysters around, each professionally dressed women putting lip-sticked lips to the slippery food and slurping it up with an “MMmmm!” or exaggerated swallow before handing the tray off with a laugh. Miranda’s face told Jake exactly what to do when the tray came to him, and he took his first gingerly, to the giggles of the women. His face burned- what had Aunt Miranda told them?
Tyler took his first oyster boldly, joking with the woman next to him.
Jake gagged on his second, and the redheaded woman laughed and offered him her wine glass. “Here honey- a little alcohol always makes swallowing easier!” The women laughed at some private joke and Jake blushed even more.
And as the wine flowed, the tight, professional skirts each woman wore rode higher on their toned legs and their heels dangled more and more precariously on their painted toe-nails until they all just slipped them off. Now Jake didn’t dare look below the table- every thin foot was calling his eyes.
As she finished her fourth glass, the redhead squeezed Jake's thigh and laughed, "Pour me another, will you honey?" She laughed even more as Jake's cock stiffened uncontrollably from her squeeze. Jake bit the tip of his tongue until his cock calmed down.
As the hours dragged on and no one left, Jake and Tyler started exchanging worried looks. If the women were still there when Jake and Tyler changed for bed...no, Jake thought, Miranda would never do that, would she? Tyler also started fidgeting and Jake knew why. His brother still wanted to cum, but if he had to do it in front of this many women...
"Clean up the table, will you boys?" Miranda asked, pouring herself a little more wine.
The women made appreciative noises as Jake and Tyler took the plates away. "Such well-trained young men!" the redhead laughed. "Can you send them to my house!"
"For one night, perhaps," Miranda chuckled. "Their sleep clothes are very easy to pack!"
Jake and Tyler blushed horribly as they washed dishes, but thankfully, Miranda didn't elaborate for her guests.
Finally the guests started leaving, the boys watching anxiously as the women kissed each other on the cheek and put on their coats. Jake especially watched each woman slip into her sexy high heels and totter out the door. Miranda, cheeks a little flush with wine, kissed the redhead right on the lips and gave her a pinch on the ass, which the redhead swatted away playfully, as if it was a tradition between them.
As soon as the door closed, Tyler ran up to his Aunt. "Miranda, please! I want to cum tonight!"
"Oh, I know, dear,” she giggled, patting his shoulder. "I could hear you’re testicles rumbling all night. You know the drill, my little princesses, get ready for bed."
"Yes ma'am!" Tyler raced to his bedroom, already taking off his shirt.
"You too, Jake."
"But I don't want to-"
"Sure you don't." She smiled and stroked his cheek. "But I am going to make you watch."
Miranda sat on the edge of Tyler's bed in her white blouse and pencil skirt, watching the nude Tyler furiously stroke his dick. She crossed her legs and relaxed, twirling her bare foot at the ankle and smiling as Tyler grunted and stroked.
"Really?" Miranda laughed. "You're thinking about her? Just because I kissed her goodbye and squeezed her butt? Sheila will be happy when I tell her she can still catch a young man's fancy!"
Tyler's eyes opened in shock.
"Oh, it's okay, honey, I won't tell her for a week or so. Enough time for you to swallow seven loads thinking about my sexy redheaded friend, okay?"
Tyler nodded demurely.
"Such a good princess," Miranda chuckled. "Now open your mouth, get ready for that big hot load you've been waiting all day to swallow."
Tyler grimaced, but did, closing his eyes and opening his mouth wide.
Miranda laughed and turned to the other boy. "See how good Tyler's being, Jake? That's why he gets a reward tonight."
Jake gulped, staring at Miranda's thin ankle and the foot the twirled from it. The motion of that foot made him just want to... he pulled his hand back.
"And his reward is knowing that Sheila and I go to the spa once a month, to get massages, naked on tables side by side as some woman rubs down all our muscles with baby oil. And then we go into the sauna. Just two women, naked in the sauna, sweat dripping from our bodies as we lay there, eyes closed. And sometimes, if there’s no one else in the sauna- Ooooopsie!"
Miranda laughed as Tyler shot his load violently all over his chest in long, messy spurts. Tyler yelled in pleasure as he did, arching his back in a hard orgasm. Miranda clapped, then put her hand over his to make sure he kept stroking to get every drop out. Then she sat back with a smile.
“You know what to do now.”
Tyler was still panting from the great orgasm, but scooped one finger into the lake of cum on his chest and moved it near, but not in, his mouth.
“First taste is always the toughest,” Miranda giggled, then pushed the dripping finger into his mouth. “Mmmmmm,” she laughed as he grimaced by reflex. “Feel that sliding down your throat- such a good little princess! Now, do the rest on your own.”
Miranda rose and came over to Jake’s bed, watching Tyler swallow each scoop. She patted Jake’s chest through the covers. “Come on, Jake, don’t you want to join your brother?”
Her legs were crossed so that her thighs were very close to Jake’s head. So smooth and long, he just wanted to kiss them.
Tyler gagged on his cum. “Keep going, princess,” Miranda laughed. “You’ve got to earn your panties for tomorrow morning!”
Jake felt the walls closing in. “Aunt Miranda, please! No! It’s too embarrassing!”
“Awwww,” she giggled. “Okay.” Then she dropped his chastity belt on his chest.
“No,” Jake begged. His balls were egg-sized between his thighs- he couldn’t survive a night in the cage! A squeezing pressure on his balls started again, from the inside, and Jake scrambled to put the cage on.
Miranda stood up and laughed, watching one brother in tears as he tried to force his rock-hard cock into a belt too small for him, and the other whimpering and gagging as he tried to swallow a world-record sized load.
“Beautiful,” she sighed, looking at the scene. As soon as Tyler ate the last slick drop, she tossed a pair of frilly white panties to him. “Here, you’ve earned these, princess. Sleep well tonight.”
Tyler slipped them on, blushing. “And Jake…” She laughed. “Let me know if you want a midnight snack.”
She turned off the lights and left the room, already unbuttoning her skirt. Jake heard the shower running a few minutes later, which made his cock painfully hard in the cage.
Jake set his alarm two hours earlier than last time, and when he woke up, he was still in the cage, Tyler was still asleep, and he heard breakfast noises in the kitchen. His morning piss-hard-on made him double over in pain and he leapt out of bed.
Miranda was wearing a fluffy bath robe and sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee. One smooth calf peeked out from the robe and she rotated her ankle absently.
“Jake! Finally, you got up early enough to eat breakfast with me!”
“Aunt Miranda, I need to take the cage-aaarrgh!” Jake couldn’t stop staring at her foot, her thin bare foot, and his cage felt like it was going to explode.
“Oh, Jake, is this causing your pain?” she asked, extended her foot and looking at it herself. “This little thing with its pretty painted toenails?”
The steel ring around his balls felt like it was cutting them off. All he could do was hold his balls and nod.
“Jake, you really need to empty your balls,” Miranda said, extending her feet so that he could see them both, resting on the tile. “Just my little feet shouldn’t cause that much of a reaction in you.”
“No,” he whimpered, clutching the cage, naked in her kitchen.
“We both know you’re going to break down some time this summer and swallow your load,” she said with a smirk. “Do you want it to be your last day of your vacation, before I send you home to your mother and her no-orgasm policy for another year?”
Jake shook his head, almost in tears.
Miranda laughed. “Well, then what are you waiting for? Do you want me to milk you like she does, up here on this table with a slick finger up your bum? I’ll still make you eat whatever comes out, you know.”
Now he was crying fully.
“I… just…” he sobbed. “I’m afraid… if I like it… it will become a habit!”
“Oh, Jake, Jake,” she said, pulling the boy to his knees, then laying his head on her lap. Miranda made sure to pull the robe away so that his cheek was resting right on her smooth, warm thigh and that he could still see her crossed feet. “There, there, don’t worry. It will.”
“What!” Jake tried to pull his head up but she pushed it back down.
“But it’s a good habit, dear,” she said in a soothing voice, although she was fighting hard not to break into laughter. “Many, many more women will let you have a nice cummie in their hand if you promise to lick it up afterwards. It shows you’re respectful of their clothes and their body, and they’ll know you won’t ask them to cum too often! You’ll be so popular in college! Cute little princesses that swallow always are!”
“But, but… they won’t respect me…”
She stroked his lower back with a soothing hand. “Honey, this is the world you live in. Do you want a little respect that you’re going to lose anyway when some girl makes you pop a boner in class, or do you want to make a nice big cummie on Aunt Miranda’s feet and then lick it off?”
He gulped. She wriggled her toes under his gaze. “Hmmm?”
“Good girl,” she giggled, kissing him on the forehead. She put the key into his chastity belt and opened it, having to pull fast to get it off before he fully erected. She gently curled her fingers around Jake’s desperate cock. “Trust me, it’s going to feel soooo good,” she said, giving him a few slow strokes. “And you’ll get to lick my feet, which I know you’ve wanted to do forever.”
He looked at her pleadingly.
“Oh, I know honey, I won’t tell anyone. But it’s pretty obvious.” As she kept stroking him agonizingly slowly, she asked, “That chubby girl you think about when you masturbate, that girl from your school, does she have very cute feet?”
His throat was almost too dry to answer. “Yes.”
“And does she let you see them a lot, almost as if by accident?”
Jake nodded, pushing his hips against her hand.
“Then she probably knows, too. And she’s trying to get you to ask her out. Do you like her, do you get along?”
His balls were tight against his body. “Yes!”
“Well, Jake, I’ll tell you what,” Miranda said with a smile. She stopped stroking and just ran a fingernail up and down his dripping cock, keeping it pointed toward her feet. “I want you to follow my rules this summer and set a good example for Tyler. He looks up to you. So I want you to ask to cum every night and then swallow eagerly, no matter what position I put you in, or how many friends I invite over to watch.
“And if you do, at the end of the summer I’ll write a sealed letter to your little friend, telling her exactly all the dirty stuff that turns you on the most, and how to use her soft feet and Powers to drive you absolutely insane with lust, okay? With any luck, you two will fall in love and you’ll be squirting your wet loads on her feet and licking them off for the rest of your life! Does that sound good?”
Tyler almost came. Miranda patted his head. “I’ll take that as a yes. But you have to do the last part. Use your hand, sweetie, and try to get it all on my feet. You’ll miss, but we’ll keep practicing from time to time.”
Tyler slowly moved his hand towards his cock. The moment felt drawn out, supremely important to how the rest of his life would unfold. But then his fist closed around his hard-on and he couldn’t think anymore.
Miranda patted his head as the boy grunted and started stroking. “Yes, panties every morning for you and your brother this summer, and warm cum swallowing every night. If you keep getting up early I’ll take you to my yoga class- it’s nothing but thirty gorgeous women, barefoot and stretching all around you! You’ll love it!
“And afterwards, you’ll be very very tense, so I’ll help you release onto my feet, so you can practice for the rest of your life, licking cum each morning from some cute girl’s tiny wriggling toes- Oooopsie! Great job, my little princess!!!”