Tiny Tim by Marie.
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 lunchroom 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 was 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 earshot. 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?"
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?"
"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, 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 bosom. 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?"
"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 whatsoever.
"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.
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?"
"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?"
"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 na?ve 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,
I quickly pulled out two pairs of handcuffs from my bag without him noticing. "I want you to cum on your chest. All over your chest." Timmy was moaning with pleasure. And then he erupted. Small streams of cum shot out and dumped all over his lower stomach. At the height of his orgasm I sprang up and landed with my knees on either side of his head and sat on his upper chest. I grabbed one arm and slapped the handcuffs on attaching the other end to a section of the entertainment center. Before he could recover from his orgasm, before he could react to my pinning, and before he knew what was going on, I had fastened the second pair of handcuffs to the other arm, attaching that to another section of the entertainment center. He was trapped, and he was mine to do with as I please.
"What are you doing!" he screamed.
I walked back to my bag and got out a pair of ankle cuffs. When I reached for his legs, he started kicking. I attached the cuffs to his ankles and put the other ends on the couch legs. He was now spread eagle.
"What are you doing! Is this a joke?" He continued to scream.
"Shut up you idiot!" I yelled back.
"I don't understand. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I can." I simply replied. He was about to start screaming when I reached into my bag and pulled out some hedge clippers.
"You see these!" I screamed, "If you even make one little scream I will take these and cut off that little pathetic thing you call your dick!" And for effect, I placed the blade of the clippers against his cock.
"OK. I won't scream. Just tell me why you're doing this to me."
"I'm doing this because I want to and because I can. Did you really think that I would like a little boy like you? You are the most gullible person I know. I mean look at you. I only date men. You wish you could be as manly enough to date me. Look at that little thing between your legs. Denise was right ?Small feet, small dick.' You don't realize just how much I had to stop myself from laughing my ass off. I nearly choked when you pulled down your underwear. I knew it would be small, but I didn't think it would be that tiny.
"Fuck you!" Timmy cried out. Tears started flowing out.
I stood over him. One leg on either side.
"Poor, poor baby. It will be OK." I stood over his face and he looked straight up. I moved so when he looked up, he couldn't help looking up my skirt. I crouched down and my skirt surrounded his head. My panties were just inches away from his face. I imagined all he could see were my soaked panties, so close to him, yet so far. While crouched I stroked his hair.
"It's OK Timmy. Don't cry. It's OK." I continued while he whimpered. I could feel his breath on my crotch and I became wetter. I could smell my juices coming from under my skirt and I imagined that's all he could breathe in.I finally got up and looked down at my victim as he finally sucked down some fresher air.
"I'm sorry for doing whatever I did to you. Please, just let me go."
His penis was still soft and the cum on his stomach began to run down his side.
"You liked sucking my toes, didn't you, Tim?" He didn't answer. "I liked it too." I caught some of his goo with my toes and moved my foot over his lips.
"That's disgusting. Get that away from me! Yuck."
"But you like sucking on my toes." And I smeared my foot all over his lips and forced my foot in. He almost gagged and tried to bite me to no avail.
"Timmy, I have complete control over you. If you don't do what I want, I'll simply take your manhood away. And don't think that I won't. Just one simple clip, and it's gone. You'll spend your whole life wondering what it would have been like to have sex, you'll miss whacking it off every night, And, you'd be peeing out of a tube.?
Timmy started to really cry. Tears were running down his face and onto the floor. I walk away to find his parents room. When I came back, I had a pair of his mothers' panties and I used them to clean the rest of the cum off his stomach. I decided to put his mother?s panties back in her drawer, without him knowing, for her to find later. When I came back, Timmy was still crying.
"I can't believe I trusted you. You're such a bitch. You're a liar. You're?
"I didn't lie!" I yelled out. Everything I said, I'm going to do." I reached into my bag and pulled out a blindfold.
"What is that?" Timmy said, wondering what was going to happen next. This is something you're going to have to wear for me. I went over to him and sat right down on his chest, my knees in the air, my skirt raised up exposing my panties again. I took his head in my hands and slipped the blindfold over his eyes.
"You could see my panties, couldn't you... well, not anymore."
"I can't see. Stop. I don't like this. Please don't do this to me. Let me go. Please!"
I laughed. "I don't think so Timmy." I stood up over his body again. "Remember when I told you I was going to take my clothes off after you masturbated." No response.
"I told you I didn't lie. I'm taking them off now. I pulled my skirt down and they fell down to Timmy's stomach. I stepped out of it and kicked it away. "There goes my skirt, now for my shirt. I lifted my shirt off and dropped it on Timmy's penis.
"I'm unsnapping my bra now." I unclasped my bra and slid it down my arms. My breasts sprung free into the air. I took a moment to admire them.
"You're right Timmy. You should see them now, they are big and firm." With that I threw my bra down upon his face. "There's my 36C for you. Only my panties left." I gently pulled down my soaked panties and let them drop to his chest. I stepped out of them and stood before him.
"I told you I would be naked. Bet you wish you could see me now. Bet you never thought you'd be this close to me naked yet so far. Do you want me to take the blind fold off so you can see me??
Timmy started crying again. "I take it that's a no. Oh well, I wouldn't have anyway." I laughed. I grabbed my panties and crouched down over his body again. I knelt on the ground, one knee on either side of him and bent over so my tits were just above his face. I whispered into his ear:
"My tits, the ones you're always staring at, they're right above your face now. Don't you wish that blindfold wasn't on? Don't you wish you weren't tied down?" I gently brushed my mounds over his face and he shivered. I looked down at his cock and noticed it start to quiver. I picked up my shirt and threw it aside.
"It looks like that tiny thing of yours is waking up again. Looks like Timmy is getting turned on by me being naked.
"Please stop. Please. I'm begging you." Timmy continued to cry.
"But I said I was going to masturbate for you. And I hope you didn't forget that I was going to fuck you. Tell me you didn't forget."
"Look, I'll fuck you if you want me too. That would be great, just let me go, please."
"You just don't get it, do you Timmy." I then lowered my hips and straddled his chest and began to rub my sex all over his torso. I knew he could feel how wet I was already. I rubbed all around, up and down. I started to moan. I increased my speed and moved farther up his body. I moved up and down the length of his torso, sometimes moving close to his cock, just enough to tease him. I crawled up his body, dragging my sex and reached his neck and chin. I continued to thrust back and forth. I started to scream in ecstasy, drowning out any sobs emanating from him. And I came. Juices dripped from my crotch and onto his body. Timmy's cock was hard and a little ejaculate seeped out. But he continued to cry.
"That felt wonderful Timmy." I reached for my duffel bag.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll find out soon enough. So far I kept my promises. Here I am without any clothes and I just masturbated for you. Remember what you promised to do for me after I masturbated."
"Yep. You promised to please me with your mouth and I intend to hold you to that promise." I reached into my bag and pulled out the evil contraption.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Open wide." The contraption was quite crude indeed. It was a sort of a double-sided dildo. One end was shorter than the other. In the middle there was a buckle attached. When I applied downward pressure to the longer end, the shorter would push out from the middle, buckle area, increasing the length of that end. It was quite unique, and I guessed it must have a spring mechanism inside it. I couldn't wait to use it.
"Come on Timmy, open wide for me. I want you to please me with your mouth."
Timmy hesitantly opened his mouth slowly. He was blind still, and this caused him to tense up. He gently lifted his tongue in anticipation for what he thought was about to come. I could only imagine him thinking he was about to eat me out. He probably thought he would do the best job he could to try to win back whatever dignity he still had. He was wrong.
I smiled to myself as I looked at my helpless victim. "A little wider." I moved the contraption over his mouth and waited for him to open wider. He looked like he was waiting for the dentist; he practically said "Ahh." It was time. I quickly pushed the shorter end on the contraption into his mouth. Timmy instinctively closed it in defense but it was too late. All he could do is suck on the latex that covered the device. I took the buckles and wrapped them around his head, fastening the ends on the other side very tightly. I stood up and looked down at Timmy. I started laughing. He looked so funny the dildo device protruding from his mouth, strapped tightly to his face. I admired my work. All I could hear were Timmy's muffled screams through the contraption.
"Calm down Timmy, calm down." I said, "Or you won't be able to breathe." It was then I noticed that the middle part of the device, which parted his lips had two holes in them to his mouth. Breathing holes I imagined, right on the sides of his mouth. I waited for Timmy to settle down. Finally, after Timmy became used to the foreign object shoved in his mouth, I continued.
"You should see yourself Little Timmy. Did you think that I might actually let you touch my cunt with your mouth? Silly little boy. You wouldn't have done much good anyway. But I told you that I'd let you please me with your mouth, and you will, you see, you have this long, smooth cock protruding from your mouth. And you know what I'm going to do. I'm going to mount your face and fuck it! See, I told you that you would be able to please me with your mouth. And I told you that I would FUCK YOU also!" I laughed.
"And you will feel it. You'll definitely feel it. You see, each time I thrust harder on that little, innocent face of yours, the deeper the other end, that's in your mouth, will go. It will be like sucking a cock. And I'll know that the more pleasure I receive, the more agony you'll get. And I'm going to fuck your face hard. I'm going to cum so strong, and you'll know. Oh, and if you feel mad
because you thought you might be able to taste my juices, maybe you'll be lucky and some will drip down into the holes on the side, into your mouth. I'm sure it will taste really good. With that I stood over his head and crouched down.
"MMMM, HHMmmm," Timmy muffled as he thrashed his head back and forth.
"Shhh Timmy. You should be happy, even grateful. Let's see, wasn't it you who told me, what were the exact words? There's nothing in the world more that I want than to know that I am pleasuring you.' Yeah, that's it. So you should be happy because that's what you're going to do. Your going to pleasure me. Of course, you're not going to get much out of it. Oh well." I snickered.I grabbed his stupid hair, a handful in each hand, and steadied his head.
"Be still, I'm about to fuck you." I opened my legs and lowered myself until I felt the tip of the cock on my crotch.
"I bet you would love to see me now." I squeezed the clumps of hair even harder and Timmy tensed up and became still. I lowered myself more, feeling the device fill me. A chill ran through my body as I felt the pleasure and I could not help let out a moan. I lowered myself more until I took the full cock in me. And I sat on his face, impaled by the object in his mouth, my extremely wet pussy resting on his lips. I sat there for a minute looking at Timmy struggle under me. It must have been hard for him to breathe but I didn't care. Juices dripped down into his mouth and this excited me even more.
"You wish you could be licking me don't you?" I asked knowing he couldn't answer. "Oh, I forgot, you can't really talk right now can you?"
I started to move up and down slowly. Little by little I became faster until a was thrusting and thrashing about. I could hear Timmy gag every time I thrust down onto his face. I could only imagine the dildo inside his mouth sliding in and out. And I fucked him more. I bucked wildly upon him like I had never done before. I came and came but continued to fuck his mouth. I let go of his hair and freed my hands of his head. I stretched my arms into the air and danced upon his face. I felt another orgasm coming and I danced and danced. I moaned and screamed as I came and finally collapsed on Timmy's face. I sat, impaled on the contraption, and rested. I looked down at Timmy and noticed a tear drip down from under his blindfold. He was motionless. I slid off the dildo and I removed the contraption from his face. He still didn't move or speak but he was still breathing. I guessed he lost consciousness.
I got dressed again and decided to remove Timmy's blindfold. I reached into my bag once more and pulled out some pins and ink. I examined Timmy's body again. His penis had gone limp and was once again puny. I went to work above his crotch and left my mark. When he regained consciousness again, he'd feel a little pain where I tattooed him but it wouldn't be until I unbound him that he would know and see the words emblazoned just above, and to the right, of his cock. I had engraved ?Tiny Tim' with a small arrow pointing to his not so endowed member. I decided to leave him on the floor and left in search for a bed. I found Timmy's bedroom and crashed
in his bed. I slept soundly.
I awoke in the morning and returned to Timmy who was finally awake. I looked at the damp spot on the floor around his ass.
"Oh, did little Timmy need to use the potty this morning?"
"You bitch. How could you do this to me? This is so humiliating. I hate you!"
"You know Timmy, I don't feel like listening to you ramble on this morning."
With that I reached down under my skirt and pulled down my panties. They were still wet from last night. I bent down over Timmy and looked at him in the eyes.
"This should shut you up." His eyes looked back at me pleadingly but I felt little sympathy.
"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."
I laughed while I stuffed the panties into his mouth. I took some tape out of my bag and wrapped it around his mouth. I was interrupted when the doorbell rang.
"Hhhheeelmmmp!!!" Timmy tried to yell.
"Looks like we have company. You can stop trying to yell for help. I'm expecting them. Anyway, if you did yell, remember, I'll give you something to really yell about when I go to snip off that useless thing you got down there."
Timmy looked at me in shock. Who could be at the door, he probably thought.
I left him to answer the door. "Hello Denise, hi ya Greg. Come on in. You're just in time." Denise and her boyfriend Greg stepped into the house and immediately noticed Timmy. Denise ran over to him.
"Wow, you really did a number on him. Did you do everything you told me you'd do to him?"
"Oh yeah." I replied. "It was wonderful."
Greg walked over to her. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed,
"That guy really has a small dick."
"I told you he would." Denise gestured toward me and laughed.
They both found the tattoo and laughed even more, Timmy oblivious to the cause. I decided to introduce Timmy to Greg.
"Greg this is Tiny Tim, Timmy this is Greg, Denise's boyfriend. I believe you already know Denise." We all talked for a while and continued to tease Timmy.
"So where is there an empty room so Greg and I can have some privacy." Denise asked me. I pointed to the Master bedroom which was right next to the family room.
"All right, let's go Greg." Denise turned to Timmy, "Thanks for the use of your parents' room. It's better than having to pay for a hotel room." She laughed as she and Greg started to walk away.
"I'm going to take a shower." I said and grabbed my bag and headed for Timmy's bathroom.
Timmy lay bound on the floor and heard the noise of the shower turn on. Even though he despised her, he couldn't help but imagine Jennifer naked and in his shower. And Greg and Denise, what were they going to do in his parent bedroom? He started to cry a little. And then he heard the sound of soft moaning. It became louder and he could hear his parents bed creaking. He could hear it moving back and forth loudly against the wall. And even louder, he could hear Denise moaning with pleasure. They were fucking in his parent?s bed and he could hear every sound. Tim started crying more. He'd wished that it was he in that bedroom. He wanted so much to lose his virginity this weekend. He thought he would. But he lay bound to his own floor, completely humiliated and degraded. It sounded like Denise was getting the fucking of a lifetime. And he couldn't help but envy Greg. He felt his cock harden as he listened to their sounds. He couldn't help himself. The moaning finally stopped and he heard footsteps returning. He look over toward the steps as much as he could. He saw Denise, wrapped in his parent?s sheet as if it was robe. Next to her was Greg. He was carrying his clothes in his hands. He was completely naked. His arm was around Denise and they walked toward the front door. They acted as though Tim wasn't even there.
"I wish I could stay longer baby, but I have practice." He spoke to Denise.
"I know. It's OK. We'll get together later."Greg started to put his clothes back on when Tim noticed Greg's cock. It was huge, at least five times bigger than his own. Greg finished dressing and planted a big kiss on Denise's mouth and left. Denise turned toward Tim and walked over. Tim was still gagged with Jennifer's panties and his cock had remained hard.
"I take it seeing my boyfriend naked turned you on?" She looked down at him. "I bet you wish you had a mans cock like his. It feels so good in me. I doubt I yours would do any good." Denise stepped over Tim's body so one foot was on each side. Tim looked up at the girl wrapped in the sheet.
"We just fucked like you could never believe or ever do. I had three orgasms before Greg came in me. But now I have all his come in me. I want you to clean me Tiny Tim!"
Timmy looked in shock once more and started to cry again.
"Shut up. You need to learn that this is all your good for. At least to me you're only good for cleaning my boyfriend?s gooey cum out of me. Oh, and if you do anything I don't like. I'll kill you. As simple as that. And don't think I'm bluffing. You wouldn't be the first person I killed!"
Denise looked down at Timmy with a scowl. She reached down and ripped the tape off his face with one swipe and removed her friends underwear.
"Stick your tongue out NOW!"
Timmy reluctantly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue fearing what could happen. Denise crouched down, the sheet she wore draped over Timmy's body. His head found his way under the sheet into the darkness beneath. And Denise lowered her body down upon his face. Timmy's tongue found her hole and slipped in. Denise sat on Timmy's face with all of her weight nearly crushing him. She turned on the TV in front of her and started watching.
"Now slurp it all up, asshole. I want to feel your tongue working inside me. It better be clean after I'm done with you or else." Denise continued to watch TV as Timmy used his tongue on a girl for his first time. Little did he know that his first time would be to eat the cum of another guy out of this domineering woman on top of him. He could not see a thing under the sheet and might as well have had the blindfold on. All he could do is smell Denise's recently fucked cunt, taste the stale salty cum of her boyfriend, and feel the weight of Denise on top of his face. He couldn't even cry anymore. He was too defeated. He continued to work his tongue inside Denise as she watched Television.
"I want to hear you slurping! That's the only way you'll get every ounce of my boyfriend?s cum out of me. And when he comes he comes a lot. But you probably noticed that by now.?
I felt clean again and returned to the family room where I found Denise sitting on Timmy's face watching TV. I decided to watch with her. After watching our program, which lasted a half hour, Denise finally got up. Tim gasped for fresh air.
"You have some goo around your mouth. Better lick it off." Denise commanded. She was more forceful than me.
"He's good at cleaning up my boyfriend?s cum Jennifer."
"At least he's good at something." I replied. I looked down at Timmy again and spoke to him. "I feel I should give you some kind of reward." I looked at Denise.
"Don't you think so? What was it you really liked about me again Timmy?"
Timmy hardly could speak. "I don't like anything about you."
"No, I remember," Denise said, "he liked your ass."
"That's right Denise. He liked my ass."
Turning to Timmy again, I continued. "I'm going to reward you Timmy. Since you said you liked my ass so much, I'm going to give it to you." I had put on jeans after my shower but decided to forgo the underwear. I turned my back to Timmy and started to undo the button on my jeans.
"OK Timmy. I want you to do everything you just did to Denise, but to me. The only difference is, since you have been such a good little boy, You're going to do it to my ass. Aren't you happy, you get to see and touch my ass."
With that I lowered my pants and stepped out of them. Timmy's eyes bulged out at the site on my perfectly round butt. I started to back up as to not let him have the pleasure of seeing the front of me. As much as it excited Timmy to see my ass, he couldn't bear to think of the disgusting act he was about to be forced to do.
"Please don't. Just this one thing please. I can't do it. It's disgusting. I can't imagine." He begged.
"You won't have to imagine much longer." Denise said as she looked on.
I stepped over his body backward and got into position over his head.
"Open wide Timmy." I lowered by body on top of his face and crouched down above his mouth. I sat down on his mouth, my asshole spread across his lips. I reached for his cock and squeezed tightly. Timmy yelped in pain. He knew he had to do it or face the consequences. And he shamefully inserted his tongue into my asshole. I wiggled around for a while.
"Keep licking it Little Timmy, keep licking."As he moved his tongue around my orifice I warned him of what would happen if he told any one about what had transpired.
"Trust me Timmy. I will not only kill you, I will torture you until you beg me to kill you. You've seen what I'm capable of. Don't make me show you more."
With that, I sat down on his mouth with all of my weight. His mouth and nose were buried in my ass and he could not breathe. He started to convulse as he tried to find a breath, and the bucking only pleasured me more. As he kicked uncontrollably, I came over and over again until he stopped. He was unconscious again, still alive. Denise and I removed his bonds and collected our things. We decided to leave one last memento. We crouched over his naked, abused body and squatted down. We peed all over his body and face as he lay unconscious.
"How will he explain to his parents how the floor got soiled?" Denise asked.
"Maybe he'll blame it on the dog." I replied.
"I don't think he has a dog."
"Oh well. He'll think of something."
We left Timmy's house and I thought. I thought about him waking up to the smell of urine, his body sore all over. I thought about him going to his bathroom to take a shower and looking in the mirror. And he would see it. The one thing that will always remind him of me. The one thing that will always remind him that he could never me a real man. He would see the tattoo that simply read: TINY TIM.