Paul Jones
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When Fred awoke, he found himself naked and sprawled out on Daphne’s bed.
She and Velma had applied restraints to his wrists and ankles.
“Welcome back, Fred,” Daphne greeted him. Velma smiled at him impishly.
Daphne said, “Fred, I think you should know that Velma and I have something
in common. We’re both into the delightful art of cock teasing!
Fred gulped. He knew only too well how maddening cock teasing can be.
His penis grew erect.
She continued, “We just love to tickle and tease a boy’s organs, especially when
they’re as cute as yours are. It’s the most amusing thing that girls can do to guys.
Velma added, “You’re all so deliciously vulnerable that way!”
Fred’s heart pounded as they slowly removed their outer garments. Then Daphne
asked him, “Would you like us to take off our brassieres?”
“Oh, yes!” he exclaimed, with frank ardor. They gladly obliged, flattered by his obvious
excitement. He gazed at the girls, thrilled and excited.
Now disrobed to the waist, each girl brought her lovely breasts close to his mouth,
but not so close that he could kiss them, which he passionately wanted to do.
“The torture of Tantalus. Isn’t it wicked?” Velma teased.
Their eyes twinkled with merriment as they surveyed the aroused but helpless lad
before them. They took dark pleasure in tantalizing him. But that was only the
beginning of what they had in store for him.
Daphne showed him two long, golden feathers. “We selected these lovely
feathers especially for you. They’re penis-tickling feathers!” With the help
of these delightful toys, Velma and I are going to drive you out of your mind.”
“Oh, no! Please don’t! I’ll die!” Fred pleaded. But they began stroking his penis
with the wicked feathers. Their technique was devilish.
“Ooooooh, Fred! Don't you just love having your sensitive cock tickled?” Daphne
teased.
Then, with mock disapproval, she said, “We’ll teach you to lust after decent girls!
We’re going to tease your cock until it falls off!”
“Oh! If any women could tease a fellow’s cock off, it’s you!” he exclaimed ardently.
They beamed because he had called them women.
He continued, “But we’ll all have more fun with it if you leave it where it is.”
Smiling, they nodded in agreement.
Daphne teased, “You certainly are aroused. Shall we tickle you just there?” She
flicked the underside of his penis. “That’s where your ‘trigger’ nerves are, Fred, the
ones that make you climax.”
“But we’re not going to let you have an orgasm just yet,” Velma added. ”We're
going to make you keep it in for a while!”
Then Daphne showed him two electric toothbrushes of a type noted for its brisk
vibrations. “Since your organs are so very ticklish, you’ll just love these delightful
playthings.”
She gave one to Velma and said, “For the ultimate in tickling boys’ balls and cock,
nothing is more effective than electric toothbrushes.”
Taking care not to let him climax, they devilishly applied their toys to his scrotum and
penis. (They applied only the backs of the brushes, not the abrasive bristles.)
Fred began shrieking with hysterical laughter. The vibrating sticks thrilled his
youthful organs with the most electrifying—and maddening—sensations
imaginable. The girls laughed merrily.
“Frustrating, isn’t it, Fred?” Daphne chuckled. “Quite exasperating, in fact.”
She was right. The boy’s mind nearly exploded with indescribably intense desire.
Then they set their playthings aside, and started teasing him with their fingers.
The young man moaned as the girls tickled his exquisitely sensitive organ.
The girls’ teasing skills—or instincts—were positively uncanny. They repeatedly
transported him to the very brink of release, only to draw back at the last second,
frustrating him maddeningly.
Moaning in agony, Fred could neither ejaculate nor lose his erection. His penis
remained stiff and vulnerable to teasing. By now, he was desperate for an
orgasm.
Then Velma said, “You know Fred, if we tickle-tease you long enough, without
letting you have an orgasm, your poor brain will turn to mush.” He knew that she was
right.
“And you thought that we were so sweet. You didn’t know that we could be so naughty,
did you, Fred?” Daphne teased, her lovely eyes a�twinkle.
Fred pleaded with them, “Please stop! This is a terrible thing to do to a guy! It’s
agonizing—and so humiliating!”
“It’s supposed to be humiliating, you silly goose!” said Daphne. “Humiliating you gives
us the most delightful pleasure.” Fred squirmed.
Then she asked Velma, “Wouldn’t you enjoy doing this to some other boys we know?
Like Shaggy, for instance?” Velma grinned at the suggestion, her eyes aglow.
They finally stopped, and regarded him with sinful pleasure. He gazed at their
tantalizing breasts, and begged, “Oh, please! Please! Bring them closer.
Let me kiss them!”
““What? You mean these things?” they teased. Then each girl began caressing her
breasts, knowing that the sight would drive him crazy. Fred squirmed against his
bonds and groaned.
“What is it about watching a girl fondle her breasts that boys find so arousing?” Daphne
teasingly wondered aloud.
At last, each girl in turn brought her lovely breasts to his lips, and let him kiss them
fervently, especially her adorable nipples.
Utterly demoralized, totally humiliated, and bereft of any pride, Fred begged
frantically, “Please, please, do it! DO IT!” There were tears in his eyes.
“If you insist,” Daphne agreed, with a casual air that mocked his frenzy. His heart
stirred.
Then, to his joy, standing on either side of him, they began jointly caressing his now
hyper-sensitive genitals with surprising skill. They soon engulfed his eager quivering
body in stupefying pleasure, bringing him to an intensely thrilling orgasm.
Unutterable pleasure electrified his now exceedingly sensitive body. For some reason,
the climax they bestowed on him seemed wonderfully long. As lovers, they were
true miracle workers!
Finally, after a delicious interval, Fred cried out loudly (and long) in pure ecstasy, an
ecstasy so exquisitely intense that he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he had been unfastened. He lay on the bed, and slowly recovered as
the girls sat by quietly.
Finally, he spoke. They beamed with pleasure when he asked, “When can we do this
again?”
She and Velma had applied restraints to his wrists and ankles.
“Welcome back, Fred,” Daphne greeted him. Velma smiled at him impishly.
Daphne said, “Fred, I think you should know that Velma and I have something
in common. We’re both into the delightful art of cock teasing!
Fred gulped. He knew only too well how maddening cock teasing can be.
His penis grew erect.
She continued, “We just love to tickle and tease a boy’s organs, especially when
they’re as cute as yours are. It’s the most amusing thing that girls can do to guys.
Velma added, “You’re all so deliciously vulnerable that way!”
Fred’s heart pounded as they slowly removed their outer garments. Then Daphne
asked him, “Would you like us to take off our brassieres?”
“Oh, yes!” he exclaimed, with frank ardor. They gladly obliged, flattered by his obvious
excitement. He gazed at the girls, thrilled and excited.
Now disrobed to the waist, each girl brought her lovely breasts close to his mouth,
but not so close that he could kiss them, which he passionately wanted to do.
“The torture of Tantalus. Isn’t it wicked?” Velma teased.
Their eyes twinkled with merriment as they surveyed the aroused but helpless lad
before them. They took dark pleasure in tantalizing him. But that was only the
beginning of what they had in store for him.
Daphne showed him two long, golden feathers. “We selected these lovely
feathers especially for you. They’re penis-tickling feathers!” With the help
of these delightful toys, Velma and I are going to drive you out of your mind.”
“Oh, no! Please don’t! I’ll die!” Fred pleaded. But they began stroking his penis
with the wicked feathers. Their technique was devilish.
“Ooooooh, Fred! Don't you just love having your sensitive cock tickled?” Daphne
teased.
Then, with mock disapproval, she said, “We’ll teach you to lust after decent girls!
We’re going to tease your cock until it falls off!”
“Oh! If any women could tease a fellow’s cock off, it’s you!” he exclaimed ardently.
They beamed because he had called them women.
He continued, “But we’ll all have more fun with it if you leave it where it is.”
Smiling, they nodded in agreement.
Daphne teased, “You certainly are aroused. Shall we tickle you just there?” She
flicked the underside of his penis. “That’s where your ‘trigger’ nerves are, Fred, the
ones that make you climax.”
“But we’re not going to let you have an orgasm just yet,” Velma added. ”We're
going to make you keep it in for a while!”
Then Daphne showed him two electric toothbrushes of a type noted for its brisk
vibrations. “Since your organs are so very ticklish, you’ll just love these delightful
playthings.”
She gave one to Velma and said, “For the ultimate in tickling boys’ balls and cock,
nothing is more effective than electric toothbrushes.”
Taking care not to let him climax, they devilishly applied their toys to his scrotum and
penis. (They applied only the backs of the brushes, not the abrasive bristles.)
Fred began shrieking with hysterical laughter. The vibrating sticks thrilled his
youthful organs with the most electrifying—and maddening—sensations
imaginable. The girls laughed merrily.
“Frustrating, isn’t it, Fred?” Daphne chuckled. “Quite exasperating, in fact.”
She was right. The boy’s mind nearly exploded with indescribably intense desire.
Then they set their playthings aside, and started teasing him with their fingers.
The young man moaned as the girls tickled his exquisitely sensitive organ.
The girls’ teasing skills—or instincts—were positively uncanny. They repeatedly
transported him to the very brink of release, only to draw back at the last second,
frustrating him maddeningly.
Moaning in agony, Fred could neither ejaculate nor lose his erection. His penis
remained stiff and vulnerable to teasing. By now, he was desperate for an
orgasm.
Then Velma said, “You know Fred, if we tickle-tease you long enough, without
letting you have an orgasm, your poor brain will turn to mush.” He knew that she was
right.
“And you thought that we were so sweet. You didn’t know that we could be so naughty,
did you, Fred?” Daphne teased, her lovely eyes a�twinkle.
Fred pleaded with them, “Please stop! This is a terrible thing to do to a guy! It’s
agonizing—and so humiliating!”
“It’s supposed to be humiliating, you silly goose!” said Daphne. “Humiliating you gives
us the most delightful pleasure.” Fred squirmed.
Then she asked Velma, “Wouldn’t you enjoy doing this to some other boys we know?
Like Shaggy, for instance?” Velma grinned at the suggestion, her eyes aglow.
They finally stopped, and regarded him with sinful pleasure. He gazed at their
tantalizing breasts, and begged, “Oh, please! Please! Bring them closer.
Let me kiss them!”
““What? You mean these things?” they teased. Then each girl began caressing her
breasts, knowing that the sight would drive him crazy. Fred squirmed against his
bonds and groaned.
“What is it about watching a girl fondle her breasts that boys find so arousing?” Daphne
teasingly wondered aloud.
At last, each girl in turn brought her lovely breasts to his lips, and let him kiss them
fervently, especially her adorable nipples.
Utterly demoralized, totally humiliated, and bereft of any pride, Fred begged
frantically, “Please, please, do it! DO IT!” There were tears in his eyes.
“If you insist,” Daphne agreed, with a casual air that mocked his frenzy. His heart
stirred.
Then, to his joy, standing on either side of him, they began jointly caressing his now
hyper-sensitive genitals with surprising skill. They soon engulfed his eager quivering
body in stupefying pleasure, bringing him to an intensely thrilling orgasm.
Unutterable pleasure electrified his now exceedingly sensitive body. For some reason,
the climax they bestowed on him seemed wonderfully long. As lovers, they were
true miracle workers!
Finally, after a delicious interval, Fred cried out loudly (and long) in pure ecstasy, an
ecstasy so exquisitely intense that he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he had been unfastened. He lay on the bed, and slowly recovered as
the girls sat by quietly.
Finally, he spoke. They beamed with pleasure when he asked, “When can we do this
again?”
