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The Bridge Night Demo

It was the night of Alison's weekly bridge club meeting. The club met
every week in Alison's living room. During the bridge game, Alison's
house husband, Little Billy, always waited on Alison and her
girlfriends, bringing pitchers of daiquiris and other refreshments. 
Little Billy hadn't had a job in years, not since marrying Alison.
Alison was a high powered marketing consultant, and her income was
more than sufficient to keep them both in style. And Alison liked
keeping Little Billy around the house, and she relished keeping him as
her own personal, private little plaything.

Alison always insisted that Little Billy wear tight shorts while
waiting on them. The shorts were very revealing and really showed off
his cute little butt. As Little Billy moved around the bridge table,
waiting on them, Alison's girl friends just couldn't resist
occasionally giving his cute little butt a playful pat, or slap, or
even a quick, sharp little goose.

The first time Alison's best friend, Georgina, goosed Little Billy
during a bridge game, he jumped and squeaked and then let out a loud
"oooohhhhhh!" The girls all laughed heartily at that. "Wow!" said
Georgina, "Little Billy really seems to have an especially sensitive
little backside, there."

"Oh yes," laughed Alison, "Little Billy's always been very sensitive
back there, but he's become even more sensitive in the past 3 months.
Haven't you, Little Billy?"

Little Billy just blushed deep red, and said, "Oh please, Alison, stop
it, you're embarassing me!" And he then rushed off to the kitchen.
Alison and her friends all laughed at Little Billy's effeminate
display of girlish embarassment.

"Really, girls," said Alison, "he is amazing, the responses he has
down there, if you know what I mean. Bout 3 months ago, I started to
really work on boosting his awareness down there and to really open up
his receptivity in that area, and the results have been just
incredible!"

Alison's girlfriends responded to this with blank stares and a few
titters. Georgina spoke up and said, "what are we talking about here,
exactly, Alison? I assume you're referring to bedroom activities,
correct?"

"Yes, that's right," said Alison, "I thought my meaning was clear,
sorry. Yes, I've been working on Little Billy's backdoor responses in
the bedroom, and it's been a real eye opener, I can tell you, he! he!
And that's not all that's been opened, he! he! I've really been able
to get Little Billy to open up to a whole new side of himself. Wide
open, so to speak, he! he!"

"Oh Alison, I must say," said Georgina, "you're almost as bad as a
man, sometimes, bragging about your sex life. You're been hinting
around for ages about all the cool things you've trained Little Billy
to do. Well I think that if you're so darn proud of him, why don't we
schedule a special club meeting dedicated to you giving us all a
no-holds-barred show of your little hubby's special talents?"

This suggestion silenced Alison for the time being. She'd been quite
taken aback, at first, by the suggestion that she put her bedroom love
making practices on public display. The girls continued to play
bridge, and the discussion moved on to other topics, but Alison's mind
couldn't help returning to toy with Georgina's bold suggestion. Just
then, Little Billy came trotting into the room with another pitcher of
daiquiri's and said, "Hey Girls, what're you all talking about?" The
girls all warmly returned his greeting. After all, they all really did
like him, even if they mostly couldn't help looking down on him as
just a silly little plaything. Then, Little Billy looked over at his
wife and was puzzled by the strange glint he saw in her eye, and a
mysterious little smirk that played at the corners of her mouth.

Two week later, Little Billy was cleaning up, getting everything ready
for that night's bridge club meeting. Little Billy was vacuuming in
the living room and Alison was freshening up in the bathroom, when
they both heard the front doorbell ring. Alison had just gotten home
from work, and Billy was still wearing the frilly pink apron that he
wore around the house while doing his housekeeping chores.

The doorbell rang again. "Could you get that, Little Billy?" yelled
Alison from her bedroom. They slept in separate bedrooms, and Alison
only allowed Little Billy to join her in her bedroom when she needed
to use him to satisfy her sexual appetites in some way or other.

Little Billy answered the door. As expected, it was Georgina, Lydia
and Carol. They all lived nearby and often joined each other for the
walk over to Alison's. They all greeted Little Billy warmly, and he
ushered them into the living room to sit down.

Soon, Alison came out of bathroom and joined them.

Once they were all comfortable, Georgina asked, with a wicked little
smirk, "Have you told him yet, Alison?"

Little Billy froze in the middle of what he was doing and asked, with
mounting terror, "Told me? Told me what, Alison? What haven't you told
me? Please tell me, Alison, please!"

The girls all laughed at Little Billy's bleating desparation and
Alison said, "Now Little Billy, you know better than to get yourself
all excited about things before you know exactly what they are."

"But, but, but," stammered Little Billy, "you, you, you promised, you
promised me, Alison, that you wouldn't do any more of those things to
me that you used to do. You, you know those things, Alison. Alison,
please! I beg of you, what are you up to? Please tell me what's going
to happen to me! Please tell it's not going to be something
humiliating or embarassing! Please!"

"Uh oh," said Alison smugly, "here we go again. Little Billy's getting
himself all worked up into one of his little states. Now just calm
down Little Billy, and try and get a grip on yourself, Ok? Let's try
and look at things rationally, shall we? I know you're not used to
thinking rationally, but let's give it a try anyway, just for the
novelty, Ok? First off, we all know that you're my little house
husband, that you're my property and are entirely mine to do with as I
please, don't we?"

"Yes, Alison," whimpered Little Billy.

"Secondly," said Alison, "you know that, no matter what I do, and
however much you may find the things I do to you to be strange or
uncomfortable, that I always have your welfare and best interests at
heart, don't I?"

"Yes, Alison," Little Billy whimpered again.

"Then you have absolutely nothing to worry about, do you, Little
Billy?" asked Alison, with a sly wink to her friends. "Now stop being
so silly and go and get us a pitcher of daiquiris," commanded Alison.

After the girls had each had a couple daiquiris and been chatting
together for a while, Alison said, "Well, I don't know about you
girls, but those daiquiris really hit the spot. I'm feeling nice and
loose now, and a little bit horny, to tell the truth. I could
definitely do with some loving attention from my cute little house
husband. What do you say, Little Billy? Are you in the mood to give me
a little lovin'?"

"Please Alison," said Little Billy in soft urgent voice, "don't talk
like that in front of company. You're starting to embarass me."

But Alison just ignored him, and, leaning back on the couch, stuck her
butt out over the end of the cushion, hiked up her skirt, and pulled
off her panties.

Little Billy shrieked when he saw what Alison was doing and ran,
terrified, to hide in the kitchen.

Alison apologized to her friends and said, "well, it looks like now
I'll have to go and get Little Billy straightened out. Please bear
with me, girls, it'll only take me a couple of minutes." Then she got
up and headed off to the kitchen. The girls could hear Alison talking
in a low, firm voice, and Little Billy responding in terrified little
squeaks and bleats. Then, Alison burst through the kitchen door,
marching quickly to the bedroom, with Little Billy in tow.

 From the bedroom, the girls heard nothing for a moment, and then they
began to hear a series of smacks, while Alison's voice spoke in a low,
lecturing tone. Soon, the smacks stopped, and Alison and Little Billy
reappeared. Little Billy's face was very red and tear streaked, and
his lower lip trembled as he gingerly rubbed his bottom with both
hands.


"Ok, Little Billy," said Alison, "are you ready now to do as your
told?"

"Yes, dear," said Little Billy in a small, frightened voice.

Alison sat back down on the couch, leaned back and hiked up her skirt,
exposing her hot, wet pussy. "Ok Little Billy," said Alison, "come
over here and get down on your knees and show my friends here what a
good little pussy licker you are."

Then Alison stopped and said, "Wait a minute, I almost forgot.
Whenever I make Little Billy go down and serve me with his mouth, it
never fails that his little peepee gets very stiff and excited, as
well. Isn't that right, Little Billy?"

"Oh please, Alison, please, I beg of you, no more humiliation!" whined
Little Billy.

"I'll take that answer as a 'yes'," said Alison, and she and her
friends all laughed.

"So, to help make Little Billy feel a little less constrained while
he's paying oral tribute to me, I always let him diddle his little
peepee while he's licking me. Isn't that right, Little Billy?"

Little Billy saw that there was no point in trying to object, so he
just stood there in silence and blushed deep red from his collar all
the way to the roots of his hair.

"Yup," said Alison, "so now is no different. And you know what that
means, don't you, Little Billy? Take off all your clothes except your
t-shirt." Then she said to her friends, "I let him keep his little
t-shirt on for warmth and security, you know." Turning back to Little
Billy, Alison added, "but remember, Little Billy, while you're playing
with your little peepee, be very careful not to get too carried away
and have a naughty little accident, Ok? You know you're only allowed
to have little accidents when I give you my express permission, don't
you?"

Little Billy did as he was told and was soon standing in the middle of
the living room, naked except for his t-shirt.

Then, Alison leaned back luxuriantly on the couch, naked from the
waist down, and spread her legs wide apart and beckoned Little Billy
to come over to her. Her soft, furry pussy was thrust shamelessly up
towards him. Little Billy looked down on his wife's soft, glowing sex,
it's moist pink lips slightly parted, and he could smell it's tangy
sweet musk rise up to where he stood. The smell of his powerful,
dynamic wife's sweet pussy had its usual effect on him, and his little
peepee started surging and ballooning up to a state of throbbing
stiffness.

As Little Billy stood there, mesmerized, looking down at his wife's
musky sex, he felt a sudden impulse to fall on top of her and to
thrust his yearning hardness deep up into her soft warm belly. But she
had trained him too well for that. In fact, Alison had, for as long as
they had known each other, never given Little Billy permission to
penetrate her. Little Billy had, on a couple occasions, shyly and
pleadingly asked her to allow him to, but Alison just laughed it off
as perposterous. "Don't be silly, you could never give me any real
pleasure with that little nubber of yours, Little Billy," Alison had
said, "so you might as well just forget about it, Ok?"

Meanwhile, Alison was getting tired of waiting with her legs wide
open, and said, "C'mon, Little Billy, quit daydreaming and get down on
your knees and start giving my pussy some attention. If you keep me
waiting too much longer, my poor little pussy might catch cold."

While Alison's friends watched, Little Billy got down on his knees
between his wife's legs and bent over, bringing his face down close to
her pussy. Her pussy was only an inch from his face and it's heavy,
musky odor overpowered him. He stared at the soft pink flesh, the
mossy fur, the slightly glistening lips, as if in a trance.

"C'mon," said Alison with a giggle, "don't keep me and my friends
waiting. I'm dying to feel you work your magic, and my friends are
anxious to see how a real pro like you performs. I told them how good
you were at it, and how much you enjoy doing it. So don't just sit
there and breathe on it, get down on it and start licking!"

Burning with shame and humiliation at being made to do this very
private and very submissive thing for the entertainment of his wife's
friends, Little Billy bent forwards and gingerly pressed his mouth
against his wife's hot, steamy moistness.

As Alison and her friends waited and watched in breathless
anticipation, Little Billy slowly began to lick his wife's sweet pussy
lips. As he did so, his right hand automatically began, just as it
always did when he began to service his wife, to reach between his
legs and curl its fingers eagerly around his aching peepee. Little
Billy began to push his face more forcefully into his wife's steamy
sex, and to lick more aggressively. As the sensations began to
overwhelm her, Alison threw back her head and abandoned herself to
Little Billy's aggressive licking. Alison's friends leaned forward,
smiling and giggling as they watched Little Billy eagerly perform this
submissive sexual service for his wife. And Little Billy, forgetting
for the moment where he was, began to enjoy the sensations of
pleasuring his wife, combined with the wonderful feelings he was
giving himself with his hand as he slowly, but firmly, stroked
himself.

Soon, Alison was grasping Little Billy by the back of the head and
forcefully pulling his face into her crotch, her hips bucking wildly
as she started to cum.

After Alison was done cumming, she released her hold on Little Billy's
head and let him come up for air. He did so, gasping and sputtering,
his whole face  slimy and dripping from the by products of the crude,
animal pleasure that his wife had derived from his submissive oral
tribute.

"Run and fetch me a towel, won't you, Little Billy," said Alison, in
an offhand way. "Oh, and while you're at it, why don't you try and do
something about all that gunk on your face, too, Ok? Really, Little
Billy, you are a sight, he!, he!"

As Little Billy turned to go to the bathroom, Alison turned to her
friends and said, "see, I told you he was a great little pussy eater.
Pretty impressive, huh?"

Alison's friends all agreed that what they had seen was an outstanding
performance. Alison said, "Georgina, you look a little flustered. It
looks to me like maybe you got a little carried away while watching
Little Billy's performance. In fact, I'd be willing to bet you'd like
to try a little sample of that for yourself, wouldn't you?"

Georgina blushed, and said in a soft sexy voise, "really, Alison, you
are just too much sometimes! But seriously, it did look absolutely
heavenly what he was doing for you down there. I'd be lying if I told
you I wasn't thinking about what it would feel like to have the same
thing done to me."

"Ha! Ha! You're a dirty little vixen after my own heart," said Alison,
"and in case any of you haven't already guessed, tonight is 'Ladies
Night', and Little Billy is available to be freely used by each  and
every one of you in any way you like, he! he!"

Little Billy was almost to the bathroom when he heard his wife in the
next room offerring his sexual services to her friends. He blanched
white with fear,
almost stumbled, and then, regaining his balance, continued shakily on
into the bathroom. As he began to wash himself up, his mind was a
whirling turmoil of dread and anxiety.

As Little Billy cautiously returned to the living room, he was
terrified to see that Georgina had replaced his wife in the middle of
the sofa, and had removed her panties and hiked up her skirt to reveal
her moist, mossy pussy. The girls noticed Little Billy standing at the
entrance to the living room, staring at Georgina's pussy, striken with
fear, and this caused them all to laugh uproariously. Little Billy
hoped it was all just a joke, but when he looked over at his wife, the
stern, commanding expression on her face told him otherwise.

Soon, Little Billy was on his knees in front of Georgina, nervously
taking in the different look and smell of her hot, moist love box.
Alison told Little Billy to stop screwing around and get to work, and
so he meekly bent his head and started paying Georgina the same kind
of oral tribute as he had to his wife a few minutes before.

After Gerogina had had a nice, big, satisfying orgasm, Alison stood up
and announced: "Ok, girls, and now for the treat you've all been
waiting for, the main event of the evening." Then, turning to Little
Billy, she said, "Little Billy, I want you to go and run into my
bedroom and fetch your kneepads, the bottle of lubricant, and my
strap-on, Ok honey?"

Little Billy couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stood stock
still, paralysed with shock and fear, staring wide-eyed, his mouth
hanging open, at his wife. Alison leaned back on the couch and cooly
met his gaze, a smug knowing smirk playing over her lips. "C'mon,
Little Billy, mustn't keep the girls waiting. I've been telling them
all about how much you love the way I make love to you, and they're
just dying for a demonstration. So, be a good little boy and run quick
like a bunny and fetch the things I told you."

Soon, Alison was stepping into the strap-on harenss and pulling it up
to her waist where she buckled it firmly into place. Her friends
complemented her on how she looked. "Looks very good on you," said
Georgina, "very natural." Alison gave a snort and said, "thanks,
babe." Alison then re-adjusted the straps to position the base of the
dildo so that it was pressing on her clit, just the way she liked it.

"Ok, Little Billy," said Alison. "Get up onto the coffee table and
assume the position."

Little Billy got up onto the table and got into the supremely
submissive position: on his knees, with his legs spread wide apart,
and his chest and chin down on the table.

The girls couldn't suppress their hysterical laughter as they watched
Little Billy get into this totally humiliating and submissive posture.
He looked just like a horny little slut bending over and itching to be
taken doggy style.

Alison stopped a moment to fully savor the delicious sight of Little
Billy offering his sweet, puckered little bottom hole so submissively
to her. She stroked his soft, pinkish, slightly parted bottom cheeks.
Then she brought her hand down between his legs to lightly caress his
tight, wrinkly, hairless little scrotum. Billy let out a sigh of
pleasure and delight at Alison's gentle handling of his sensitive
little ball sac. Alison insisted that he always keep it clean shaven.
There was something about seeing his pink, nude little sac that she
just found very cute and sexy.

Alison then lubricated the dildo, and then spread lubricant up and
down Little Billy's enticingly parted cleft. Little Billy squirmed and
whimpered as she gently spread it up and down his cleft, and then he
gasped and moaned when she slowly inserted one slippery index finger
into his tight and tender bottom hole, and pushed it all the way
inside.

Alison's girl friends all had a perfect view of what she was doing to
her little house husband. They all giggled as they watched her slowly
begin to slide her finder in and out of him and watched him squirming
and whimpering with helpless pleasure in response to what she was
doing to him.

"Hmmmm, you like this don't you, Little Billy, you, bad, dirty little
boy, you," Alison said, as she continued to slowly finger fuck her
husband's tight, quivering ass. "Uhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh," was all
Little Billy could manage in response.

"Just look how the little slut responds to my finger," said Alison.
"Such a dirty, nasty, bad little boy to enjoy having this done to him,
yes you are, you bad, bad, little boy."

Turning to her friends, Alison laughed and said, "if you think this is
bad, you should see what he does when I slip the dildo up into him."

Suiting her actions to her words, Alison removed her finger and wiped
it on a small hand towel. Then she stepped forward and brought the tip
of the dildo right up next to Little Billy's tight, puckered bottom
hole. Billy felt the dildo pressing against his most sensitive spot
and a slight tremor of anticipatory pleasure ran through him.

Alison grasped Little Billy firmly by the hips and slowly began to
slide the dildo up into him. Little Billy gave a long deep groan as he
felt the hard plastic penis begin sliding up inside him. When it was
only half way in, Little Billy couldn't prevent himself from wriggling
excitedly and eagerly pushing back towards Alison, anxious and
impatient to get himself fully impaled on Alison's big plastic penis.

 Soon it was all the way up and Little Billy felt the fleshy warmth of
his wife's firm, muscular hips pressing against his bottom. Little
Billy sighed and moaned with satisfaction as his wife slowly ground
the dildo deep into him with a small circular motion of her hips.
"Just look at the little slut," said Alison to her amazed and
delighted friends, "Just see how shameless he is! Can you believe it
was only 3 months ago that I first took his cherry?"

"Little Billy likes to have his little bottom fucked, doesn't he?"
Alison said to Little Billy as she started to slowly  piston the dildo
in and out his tight, squirmy little bottom hole.

"Oh Alison," responded Little Billy, "oh Alison, you know I love the
things you do to me, oh, oh, that feels sooooooo good!"

"Yes," said Alison, "he likes it so much, I've been wondering how he'd
respond to the real thing. What do you think, Little Billy? I'll bet
you're dying to find out how a big hard cock feels pumping in and out
of your tight little hole, aren't you?

"Oh no!" squealed Little Billy, "That's not funny, Alison, please
don't joke about that," and then he started moaning again, "Ooooooh,
ooooh, oooh, god, that feels so good."

"Who's joking?" asked Alison, with a devilish smile, "I'd just love to
see you down on you hands and knees, your butt high in the air, with a
big hard cock pumping in and out of your tight little bottom. I bet
that'd really make you squeal. And I bet if you wriggled your bottom
real nice and sexy, you could even make him shoot all of his hot gooey
cum up inside you."

All Little Billy could manage in response was to moan and say,
"nooooo, pleeeeeeeaaaaaseeee, nooooooooo, oooooooh, ummmmmm,
ahhhhhhhh!"

"Hey Georgina," said Alison, "do me a favor and take a peek between
Little Billy's legs for me would you, please? Is his little peepee
standing at attention yet?"

Georgina did as she was asked and then said, "Yup, the little thing is
just as hard and red and shiny as anything."

"Ok, Little Billy," said Alison, "you've been a good boy, so you now
have my permission to play with you little peepee some more." Little
Billy didnt' need to be told twice. In a split second, his hand flew
up to grab his stiff cock and to start vigorously stroking it.

Little Billy moaned and whimpered like a slutty little girl while
Alison pumped the dildo in and out of him. She savored the sexy way
the base of the dildo stimulated her clit. After about 15 minutes,
Alison was satisfied and she pulled the dildo out of him, unbubckled
the harness, and slid it down off her. She told Little Billy to stand
up, handed him the strap-on and told him to go to the bathroom and
clean himself up and to clean the dildo and put it away. After he was
done with that, she instructed him to come right back.

The girls chatted for a few minutes while Little Billy was busy doing
his clean up chores. Soon, he was back in the living room, as
attentive and obedient as ever, but also a little nervous about what
to expect from Alison next.

"Ok girls," said Alison, "since Little Billy has been such a good boy
all night and has put on such a hot, sexy show for us all, I think
it's only fair that he be given a little reward, don't you?"

"Well," said Georgina, "to tell you the truth, Alison, it's running a
little late, and I've got a big meeting first thing tomorrow morning.
Maybe we should just call it a night, and you can give Little Billy
his reward after we leave?"

"Aww," said Alison, "don't be that way! What a party pooper! Come on,
it'll only take a minute, and I'm sure you'll all find it very
entertaining." Then, turning to Little Billy, she said, "Ok, Little
Billy, I want you to sit on the coffee table, facing the girls and
show them how a dirty little boy like you plays with his peepee until
all of his hot, sloppy boy juice squrits out, Ok?"

Little Billy was mortified, yet again, to hear his wife treat another
of his private sexual activities as a matter for public entertainment,
but he knew that it was useless to argue with her.

Little Billy did as he was told and was soon pumping his hand
vigorously in his lap in front of the girls as they giggled and made
catty remarks about what a little sissy he was, and about how it
looked as if he'd done this to himself many, many times before.

"Oh yes," confirmed Alison, "Little Billy's practically a career
masturbator, aren't you, Little Billy? He! He! He loves to play with
himself so much, it's really starting to become a nuisance around the
house. I'm forever catching him at it, in the bathroom, or in his
bedroom, or sometimes, even in the kitchen while he's making supper!"
The girls all laughed hysterically at that.

"Oh please don't make fun of me, Alison," pleaded Little Billy while
he continued to stroke his bursting cock in front of them, "I know I
play with myself too much, and I try to be good, but I can't help it.
I'm home all alone all day and I start to think off some of the sexy
things you do to me, and that makes my little peepee get awfully
stiff, and I just can't help it, I have to run and pull my pants down
and sit right down and grab it and start stroking it and oh god, it
feels so good, oh, oh, please, Alison, oh, oh, you make me do it, you
make me do it!"

The girls all giggled and laughed at Little Billy as he made such a
helpless spectable of his most private feelings.

"It's gotten to be such a problem," continued Alison, "that I've been
shopping around for a good chastity device that I can lock him up into
during the day while I'm at work. Honestly, it gotten to the point
where, when I come home, I inspect his little peepee and it's all red,
rough and sore from all the rubbing. And if I want to use him later on
in the bedroom for oral tribute, or give him a good hard buttfucking,
his little peepee hardly even stands at attention because he's used up
all his seed playing with himself."

"No! No! Please don't do that, Alison!" begged Little Billy, "Please
don't lock up my little peepee so I can't play with it anymore!
Please!"

The girls all laughed heartily at Little Billy's anxiety and
desparation.

Alison noticed that Little Billy was almost ready to cum. "In fact,
girls, I've even been considering a more drastic solution that would
greatly reduce the time and mess involved with catering to his
peepee's constant demands for attention. One of our dogs needs to be
neutered next week, and I've been toying with the idea of calling the
vet and asking her to make a house call. After she's done doing the
dog," Alison paused and watched Little Billy, as his fist was a blur
in his lap, and then, as the first drops started to arc out of the end
of his prick she continued, "after she's done doing the dog, I expect,
it would be a simple matter for her to do Little Billy, too."

"NO!" shrieked Little Billy as his sperm erupted from his cock, "Oh
no, Alison, no, please, plesae don't have me neutered, please, oh, oh,
it feels so good to play with myself, oh oh, you make me do it, you
make me feel so hot and excited, I can't help it, I can't help it, you
make me do it, you make me! Ohhhhh!"

As Little Billy's cum continued to squirt out, Alison replied, "Yes,
Little Billy, you know that that is exactly what you deserve, you're
such a bad, dirty little boy, you deserve to have you silly little
nuts clipped off by the vet, just like a dirty little doggy. It'd be
such fun, I could show off your new ball-less scrotum to the bridge
club and we could all laugh at how you still always put your hand in
your lap to jerk off, but no matter how hard you try, you can't get a
little stiffy anymore. Ha! Ha!"

Little Billy's cock was only oozing cum now and he sat back,
exhausted, and whimpered in a small, resigned voice, "No, no, Alison,
no, please, please don't have me neutered like a dirty little doggy,
please, please, I'll be good, I promise, oh please, please believe me,
I'll do it this time, I'll control my urges, you'll see, just give me
a chance, just one more chance, please."

"Oh stop whining, Little Billy," snapped Alison in mock anger,
"really, you are just such a little baby sometimes. Now, go and wash
all that gunky spunk off yourself, and then come back and try and get
it up off the table and the carpet too. Go! Now! Chop! chop!"

While Little Billy was in the bathroom getting himself washed up,
Alison turned to her friends and confided, "You know, girls, do you
remember what I was saying earlier to Little Billy about bringing home
a man to give him a taste of what a real cock feels like? Well,
there's a big handsome gay guy at work named Jake, and I showed him a
couple MPEG's I made of Little Billy while I was putting him through
his paces in the bedroom, both orally and anally, and Jake's says he
can't wait to feel Little Billy's hot mouth on his cock, or  to hear
Little Billy squeal as he slides his big hard cock up Little Billy's
squirmy little bottom hole for the first time. Jake even confessed to
me that he's already started getting into the habit of jerking off
while fantasizing about how hot and satisfying it's going to be to use
Little Billy for his pleasure in a long, hot suck and fuck session."

Just then, Little Billy returned from the bathroom with a sponge, a
small bucket of soapy water and some paper towels. He had also taken
the liberty of putting his shorts back on. "What're you girls taling
about?" asked Little Billy in a warm and cheerful voice.

"Oh, nothing," said Alison, giving her friends significant glances and
smiling devilishly. Then turning to face Little Billy, she continued,
"we were just trying to decide what might be the most entertaining
activities and things to do at the next little surprise party we hold
in your honor, Little Billy."

"What!" squeaked Little Billy. "Oh no, please, not another one, oh no,
please, no, please don't do that Alison, ladies, please, please don't
do it, don't do any more of those things to me while everybody
watches, oh please, no please, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it
to me! Please!"

The girls all shot significant glances at each other and rocked back
in their seats and laughed and laughed very heartily for a very long
time.

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