Shamed (9 page)

“Oh no dear,” Auntie Maggie shook her head “Helen has had a good look
at it and it’s not glue.” His heart sank again.

A blonde woman stood up and took hold of the edge of the sheet placing
her hand behind the offending stain to make it more prominent.

“No,” She said “I’ve looked at it thoroughly and it’s definitely not
glue.”

“So what could it be?” asked another of the women a genuinely puzzled
look on her face.

“Auntie, can I talk to you in the kitchen a moment” He asked recovering
his thoughts now. He had been mistaken. The poor woman had no idea and she was
about to embarrass herself and all her friends.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary.” She said. “Surely you can tell me
here.”

“No, I don’t think you realise.” He gave a hinting nod of his head,
desperation creasing his face.

“Well I really would like you tell me here. We’re all fascinated to
know.”

Suddenly he felt like Auntie wasn’t going to get his drift. In fact he
wasn’t at all sure that she was deliberately not getting it.

“So young man, are you going to tell us or not.” asked Helen, still
pointing at the stain.

“I really don’t think…..” He started.

“Oh this is becoming tiresome.” Said Aunt Maggie “now,
tell
us the truth.” She demanded with a stern voice.

Again he began to splutter his words, feeling the pressure on him
rising. Aunt Maggie let go of the sheet leaving the other woman holding it and
stood with her hands on her hips.

“Now are you going to tell us or not”

“I can’t.” He pleaded “It’s…….”

“Yes?”

“It’s…….” he swallowed hard and then….then decided to give in. Now she
would regret it!”

“It’s semen.” He mumbled.

“What? I didn’t hear what he said” chirped a woman in a low cut dress
sat in an armchair.

“Well, speak up.” Aunt Maggie demanded.

“It’s semen!” He spoke clearly and defiantly this time.

“Well at last!” Aunt Maggie said, without showing the least bit of surprise.
“And suppose you tell us how it got there?”

Now he really could not believe what was happening
.“
I’m
sorry?” he said.

“Tell us how it got there.”

“Yes,” said Helen “How did you get semen on your bed sheet?”

He looked defiantly around all the faces in the room
.“
I
had a wank.” He said.

“Masturbation!”
Helen said triumphantly.
“Didn’t I tell you so?” He felt himself wilt with the embarrassment. They had
been leading him on all along.

“Well now, why didn’t you say so.” asked his Aunt.

“I was ashamed” he replied, his cheeks burning red.

“Ashamed?” She asked “Oh I see. Well, how do you propose to put it
right?”

“I’ll wash it.” He said quietly. He was desperate for the torment to be
over.

“I’m certain you will.” Aunt Maggie said with an admonishing tone.

“I’m curious.” One of the others said suddenly.

“Yes Lucinda, what are you curious about?” Aunt Maggie asked.

“Well I’d like to know exactly how the semen got on the sheet.”

“Well, he masturbated.” Helen said. The word sounded cold and harsh to
his ears.

“Yes I know.” Said Lucinda “But I’d like to know how.” He groaned with
embarrassment.

“What I mean is,” Continued Lucinda “I’d like to
see
how!”

“Well now that’s a good idea.”
Said Aunt Maggie.
A look of disbelief spread across his face as all the women in the room raised
their voices in approval.

“Yes,” agreed Helen.
“A demonstration!
Splendid!”

He started to object and turned to leave the room, his face glowing
scarlet now, the actions of these middle aged women incomprehensible to him.
But the woman in the low cut dress stood up and blocked the doorway.

“I think” said Aunt Maggie “It’s the least you owe these ladies after
giving them the run around for so long.”

She took him by the arm and led him to the fireplace, turning him
around to face the group of seated women. Helen dropped the offending sheet to
the floor and - standing at his side -began to loosen his belt. Aunt Maggie
still held tightly to his arm only letting go briefly to pull his T-shirt up
over his head. As he tried to resist he felt the zip on his trousers go and
they dropped around his ankles. He shook off the T-shirt and attempted to
retrieve his trousers but Aunt Maggie pulled his hands away and held his wrists
tightly together. He could have broken her grip, could have fought free but somehow
he stopped just short. Helen was now tugging down his underpants and then
suddenly he was exposed stood there in all his glory before the audience of
women. For a moment he attempted to struggle free again but his hands were held
firmly now behind his back by both Helen and his Aunt.

 Lucinda dragged her armchair forward a few inches. “I’ve only got
my reading glasses with me!” she explained. “I want to get a good look!” A
round of raucous laughter filled the room.

His face burning red he looked around the eager faces. Lucinda was the
oldest. Perhaps fifty, a small woman, she had a dark bob of hair. Next to her
in the other armchair was the woman in the low cut dress, now seated again. He
remembered her name was Colleen. She was perhaps the youngest of the group, a
red head with a particularly ample bosom, always keen to show as much cleavage
as possible. She wore a short skirt that when she was seated left little to the
imagination. On the sofa was a woman he did not know, straight blonde hair worn
long over her shoulders, a white t-shirt covered small breasts, her nipples
visibly erect beneath the fabric he noticed. Beside her was an empty space
where Helen had been sat and then Aunt Maggie’s next door neighbour Kim in
check skirt and a black blouse. With no exception their eyes were fixed on his
manhood. He swallowed hard and began to plead with his Aunt to let him go.

“When you’ve done what we’ve asked.” She said. “Then you may leave the
room.”

Helen released a wrist and levered his arm forward pushing his hand
towards his cock. Instinctively he took hold of himself and stood there
motionless his eyes searching the faces of the women for a sympathetic face.
There was none. Helen wrapped her fingers around his hand and began to force it
backward and forward as his flaccid cock lay in its grip.

“He needs some encouragement.” She said, tightening her grip around his
fingers. Despite all his resentment and humiliation he felt his cock begin to
grow in his hand.

Various gasps and sighs accompanied the transformation of his manhood
from its flaccid state to a full blown erection. Helen stood beside him holding
one hand in a tight grip behind his back, the other working together with his
at long tantalising strokes along the shaft of his cock. She pressed her body
against him and he could feel her breast pressing against his side, her groin
pressed against his hip moving almost indiscernibly. He closed his eyes and
felt his pulse and breath quickening.

“Ooh, look at it now!” He heard one of them say.

“It’s quite admirable don’t you think ladies?” Aunt Maggie asked.
Murmurs of agreement went around the room.

Helen was now squeezing his hand quite tightly and her fingers had
slipped between his, wrapping themselves around his shaft as she took to
dictating the pace of the strokes. He could feel his loins tightening and his
balls rise and tingle as his chest rose and fell with deep heavy breaths. He
looked down at himself and saw his stiff swollen cock, the head engorged and
protruding from between his and Helen’s entwined fingers. A bead of pre-cum
squeezed from
it’s
tip.

“Oh, he’s getting close now!” Helen gasped excitedly. His body tensed
with anticipation. Suddenly she pushed away his hand and released his cock. He
stood trembling his pulsing cock pointing out before him, the bead of pre-cum
now hanging in a long string swaying from
it’s
tip.

“Someone else should have a go, I think.” Helen announced. “Patricia?”

The blonde in the white T-shirt leapt to her feet and went to his side.
Giggling nervously she tentatively took his cock in her hot sweating hands and,
with whoops of encouragement from the watching audience began to stroke her
manicured fingers along his shaft. The change was almost more than he could
bare
. He shuddered and tried to draw back but then relaxed
and felt himself rising to the point of no return. Patricia, sensing this
worked busily, closing her hand around his shaft and working the length of his
cock with quick sharp strokes altogether different to the long tight strokes of
Helen.

“How long will it take?” Colleen asked
impatiantly
.

Helen knelt down in front of him and took a long and hard close up look
at his cock. For a moment he thought she was going to take him in her mouth.
All his feelings of guilt and shame could not belie his desperation for her to
do so. But she didn’t. After a moment she stood and looking him directly in the
eye, she smiled knowingly.

“He’s almost there.” She announced without taking her eyes off of his.
“Perhaps, Colleen, he needs a bit of encouragement.”  She kept her stare
fixed on him as she spoke. “Perhaps you could show him those lovely big boobs
of yours?”

“Yes,” Aunt Maggie cut in. “We could be here all day waiting for him to
finish. You have the biggest pair here Colleen. I’m sure a young man like David
likes big boobs”.

He swallowed hard. He was now fighting this humiliation with all his
strength. He was determined not to let these women shame him any further.
Patricia, now feeling the pace of her own brisk working of his cock, finally
let go and gasped with exhaustion.

“Bloody hell!” she exclaimed “I’ve got cramp!” All the women burst in
to a fit of laughter as a deep inhalation of breath saved him from reaching the
moment of
release,
such was the suddenness of Patricia
releasing him.

Now though, he saw Colleen rise from her chair. She tossed the long red
locks of her hair over her shoulders and stepped up before him. She untied the
bow at her waist which held the low cut top in place and it fell open to reveal
her swelling breast held in a fine lace bra that seemed unequal to the job of
restraining her bosom. She took hold of the lace fringes of the cups and
wrenched her bra down until her enormous globes spilled free. He averted his
eyes but only located Kim the next door neighbour, now slumped back on the
sofa, her skirt hauled up to her waist and her hand buried inside her knickers,
fingers feverishly working away between her legs, her knees tightly pressed
together, her eyes fixed on him.

Again Helen took hold of his cock in a tight grip and whispered in his
ear. “Are you ready now?”

Colleen dropped to her knees before him and scooped up her breasts in
her hands, holding them out in front of her, the soft pink flesh spilling
between her manicured fingers. Helen began to work his swollen length, her grip
tight and forceful. He looked at her, at her eager, determined expression, her
tongue visible, curled between her reddened lips touching the top lip in a
reflex of concentration, her eyes fixed on his. Sweat broke out across his
forehead. He knew now he would not be able to resist for long. He felt it in
his balls, rising, irresistible. He looked down at his cock, swollen and purple
almost, more erect than he had ever seen it, Helen’s fist, looking white
against his angry flesh, callously, urgently, thrusting along his shaft. Then
below it Colleens breasts, rosy areola tipped by hard pink nipples, the white
flesh wobbling enticingly as she squeezed them together. She looked up at him,
eyes wide,
a
broad lusty grin across her face.

Suddenly his body tensed, his head began to swim and his cock exploded
in Helen’s hand, jets of cum being driven from deep within his balls, spraying
it in violent spasms from the eye of his cock. He heard the spatter of his come
as it rained down on the redhead’s chest and the gasps and squeals of delight
of the voyeurs who watched his humiliation.

Exhausted he fell to his knees watching almost in a daze as Colleen
stood and, juggling her breasts, laughed as she teased the cum into a pool that
nestled in her cleavage.

The women all crowded around her to look.

Helen tossed the stained sheet over him and with a
tone of disgust told him to make himself decent.

When the women had poured drinks and returned to their seats Aunt
Maggie turned to face him.

“Now then,” she said. “I expect that we’ll have to make sure that in
future you don’t go about staining sheets and causing me all sorts of extra
housework.”

 She took a long sip of wine before continuing
.“
I
think in future you should attend all my coffee mornings and that way we can
make sure that that you don’t go spilling that stuff just any where”. A round
of agreement rose from the attendees.

“You can’t…..I mean I won’t, I won’t do it!” He insisted.

“Oh, I think you will” Auntie said assuredly. “You see I happen to know
you are rather soft on Melissa Carter, am I correct?”

He struggled to comprehend. “Ah, no
!.....
I
mean yes but….”

“Well, what if Melissa was to find out? I mean I assume that the stain
on the sheet was the result of some fanciful desires directed at Melissa?” He
hung his head in shame. How could she even know?

“Patricia!” Aunt Maggie summoned the blonde with the wag of a finger.
Patricia rose nervously and stood beside his Aunt looking down at him.

“I know you’ve already met, she did after all give your manhood some fairly
brisk attention” Aunt Maggie said with a chuckle
.“
This
is
Patricia,.....
Patricia Carter, Melissa’s mother!
I’m sure if you want to develop a successful relationship with Melissa that you
won’t want to be upsetting her mother now, will you?”