In 1981, I was 16 years old, slim with a small build and light brown hair. I was in my sophomore year of high school. The school band was planning a trip to Washington, D.C., and each one of us band members needed to either cough up $200 or sell four cases of popcorn. Having no extra money, I decided to sell popcorn door-to-door.
“Mom, nobody’s going to buy my popcorn in this neighborhood. Could you drop me off in the mansion district with my red wagon? I can pull the popcorn door-to-door and sell it to rich people.”
“If you can fit your wagon and everything in the car, I’ll drive you there,” she answered.
It wasn’t easy, but I was able to fit everything in the car. After a drive across town, my mom dropped me off. “I’ll pick you up right here at 12 noon,” she said as I was unloading the car, “that’s about two hours.”
As the sun moved behind the clouds and the wind picked up, I pulled my wagon full of popcorn from house to house. It was working pretty well until it started raining. The rain didn’t stop me, though. I had been wearing a light jacket, but I laid it over the boxes to keep them from getting wet. Eventually, my T-shirt was soaking wet and cold, but my mom was long gone, and there was nothing I could do but sell popcorn.
About a dozen houses later, I walked up to the front door of a big white house with huge doors. I rang the doorbell and stood there freezing.
The door was opened by a middle-aged lady who was wearing a blue dress. “Hello,” she said softly, with a subtle smile.
“Hello,” I said back with the biggest smile I could muster in the freezing rain. “I’m selling popcorn for a band trip to Washington, D.C. It’s for Lincoln School.”
“My goodness!” She turned her head toward the living room. “Come here, girls! Look at this poor boy! He’s dripping wet and shivering cold!” Two other middle-aged ladies came into the foyer from the living room.
“What’s your name?” one of them asked.
“Kurt.”
“You’re shaking from the cold, Kurt,” she said.
“Come in, Kurt,” the lady in the blue dress insisted. She seemed upset. I stepped inside. “Do you really need to sell popcorn in the freezing cold rain? Can’t you just give the band teacher some money?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Well, umm… it’s $200,” I answered sheepishly.
“Oh, my word. You can’t pay $200? Where are you from?”
“Actually, I live across town in the west end,” I said softly, as I shifted my gaze toward the floor.
“I have a deal for you, young man. You go to my laundry room and put your clothes in the dryer until they’re good and dry, and I’ll give you $200 for your band trip.”
This was an unbelievable deal that I could not refuse. So, I followed her to the laundry room. She gave me a towel to cover myself, and she left the room. I took off all my clothes and put them in the dryer. Then, I stood by the dryer with the towel wrapped around my waist and tried to warm up.
As I leaned against the warm dryer, I heard her shouting out to me from the living room. “Kurt, I made you some hot chocolate! Come and get it! It will warm you right up!”
I went to the living room, just wearing the towel. She was standing there with a cup of hot chocolate. The other two ladies were sitting in the living room, one on the couch and the other in a recliner.
“Have a seat,” she said, extending her hand toward the largest rocking chair I had ever seen. I sat down while she handed me a warm cup of hot chocolate. I scooched back, crossed my legs, and sat up straight, carefully taking the cup.
“What are y’all’s names?” I asked.
“I’m Mrs. Holt. This is my house,” said the lady in the blue dress. “You can call me Jan, and this is Sherry and Wendy. They come here every Sunday morning for coffee.”
“Nice to meet you,” they both said.
“I’m getting some more coffee,” Jan announced. “Sherry, could you grab a blanket from the closet in the hallway and give it to Kurt?”
“Sure, Jan,” she answered.
Jan and Sherry left the room, and I was sitting there in front of Wendy, who was on the couch.
“So,” Wendy said with her head resting on her hands, “what’s it like to be young and skinny and full of… oh… my… God! Oh dear! Oh my goodness!”
“What? What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Woooo hoooo!” she yelled. “The good Lord really gave you something, didn’t he, Kurt?”
I was totally confused. Then she pointed at my crotch. My dick was completely uncovered by the towel, the way I was sitting. I pulled the towel over it. “I’m sorry,” I said. I felt my face blush.
Just then, the other two ladies walked into the living room. “What’s going on here?” Sherry asked while laying a blanket on my lap.
“Well,” Wendy answered, “Kurt’s towel wasn’t covering his you-know-what, and I got to see everything just like God made him, in his birthday suit.”
“What??” Sherry said, looking disappointed. “You get all the luck, Wendy. I’m never so lucky!”
Sherry then sat down on the couch next to Wendy. Then Jan sat down by them both.
“Gosh darn it. I can’t believe I missed it,” Jan said.
I did not know how to respond to those comments, so we all just sat there and stared at each other for a minute. It was an awkward silence.
Sherry broke the silence. “Kurt, it would only be fair if you showed Jan and me what we missed. Could you do that for us? I mean, we helped you dry your clothes, we got you hot chocolate… Could you just do that, dear? Pretty please?”
“Yes, Kurt. You really should do that, or it isn’t fair at all,” Jan added. “Ok? Come on over here, Kurt, don’t just flash us. Leave your blanket and towel there, and come over here to give us a good look. Okay?”
Somehow, I felt like I owed it to them. I was totally surprised, but it was also kind of exciting, to be honest. Without saying a word, I stood up, dropping the blanket and towel on the floor, and walked toward them. They were cheering me on and making comments. I just stood there in front of them.
“Absolutely exquisite. Do you mind?” Jan took my penis between her fingers and lifted it up, turning it about, examining it.
“Mmmm,” I sighed. The ladies laughed, but it actually was getting me going.
“I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things in my life, but this takes the cake,” Sherry said, running her hand down the side of my body.
“Oh my God. Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot! How can such a sweet, young, innocent face have a body that drives me crazy?” Wendy said, running her fingers down the front of my body. “Give me that,” she said to Jan, playfully fighting for my penis.
“You’ll get your turn,” Jan said, pushing Wendy away with her elbow.
The three of them tussled over me for a few seconds, and then, with their six hands, they grabbed my arms and legs and pulled me in. They proceeded to lay me down on my back across their three laps. I knew what was going to happen, but I didn’t resist.
At this point, you pretty much know the rest of the story, but I’ll add some details I remember.
From the hair on the top of my head to the soles of my ticklish feet, I was being touched, rubbed, stroked, scratched, and tickled by six hands. My nipples and my dick were their favorite playthings. Someone was tickling my butt as well. The hand stroking my hair soothed me. The hands tickling my feet and butt were driving me wild. The hand softly stroking my dick was sending me into ecstasy. Someone else was fondling my balls. It was crazy experiencing so much at once.
While they were doing this, they were making comments:
“What smooth skin.”
“I love this firm little rear end.”
“Look at him squirm.”
“Did you girls notice his beautiful eyes?”
“First thing I noticed was his light blue eyes.”
“Look… he jerks when I touch the bottom of his foot.”
“This is his lucky day.”
“These cute little abs drive me crazy.”
“So sexy… I’m going to have to put my own undies in the dryer after this.”
With all my senses in overload, I lost control. I started bouncing around, kicking, and flailing my arms. The women grabbed my arms, legs, and dick, and they just held me still, someone squeezing my dick.
That sent me over. The thrusting came much faster than usual. It was like I was in hyperdrive, thrusting in fast mode. “I’m gonna cum!” I heard myself say. The ladies were laughing, stroking, and loving every minute of it.
Then it happened. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I kept yelling as I shot streams of white cum high into the air. For a moment, I thought I was all done, but a few seconds later, I started thrusting again, cumming, cumming, cumming, until finally it was over. I was panting for air and feeling dizzy, having cum twice in a row. I shut my eyes and took a minute to recover.
When I opened my eyes, Wendy was making a “sad” face for some reason as she was softly playing with my cum-covered penis. Sherry and Jan seemed fine, Sherry softly playing with my feet, and Jan stroking my hair. Wendy, however, was pouting.
“Does that mean we’re done? Just because he’s done, we’re done?” Wendy complained. “Are you all done, Kurt?”
“Well, it’s nice lying here, getting all this attention, but I don’t think I can cum a third time. I’m empty.”
“I think there might be a little more in here,” Wendy said, jiggling my balls with her fingers.
“Nooooo… ha ha. I can’t. There’s no way, I replied.
“I know how to make you cum a third time,” Jan said as she shifted my head onto a couch pillow and left the room. “Give me a few minutes,” she said as she walked away.
“I can’t do it again,” I yelled to Jan. “I have to leave soon. What’s she doing? What time is it? I need to get out of here,” I protested.
“Quarter after 11:00, Sherry responded. “Where do you have to be?”
“My mom’s picking me up at noon.”
“I’m ready! Come to my dungeon!” Jan called out. “Wait! First, you have to put this on!”
Jan flew into the living room, carrying black blindfolds. She slipped them over my eyes and took my hand. I couldn’t see anything, but they walked me into a room and laid me down on a bed.
“Bungee cords?” Sherry questioned.
“It’s all I could find,” Jan explained. They proceeded to wrap them around my wrists and ankles, and hooked them to the corners of the bed somehow.
“This is getting kinda freaky,” I lamented.
“You gotta put more gel on it,” I heard Jan whisper.
I suddenly heard a buzzing sound, and felt a cold, vibrating object being pushed into my rear. “Wait a minute! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!Ha ha ha! Ooooo! I’ve never felt that before. It’s…. Mmmmmm. Oh my god…”
“Who’s doing his dick?” Jan asked. “I want you to put lots of oil on it.”
“I would love to do that part,” Wendy said.
I then felt her two oily hands start playing with my growing member.
“You and I get the rest of this beautiful boy, Sherry,” Jan declared. “Don’t tickle him too much, though, or he won’t cum.”
“Oh, I’m going to tickle him. I can’t stop myself. It’s so fun watching him squirm, with that beautiful body. My God, I’m going to climax just watching him.”
“No! God! Noooooo!” Ha ha ha ha ha!” I shrieked as they tickled and stroked me everywhere. I could no longer form any words, just screeching and laughing and trying to breathe.
I knew there was no way I could cum again, so I was worried this might go on a long time. It did go on a really long time. It may have only been about ten minutes, but it was the longest ten minutes of my life.
Then, without any warning, whatever was buzzing in my rear started forcing me to cum. The thrusting was violent. I believe I was shouting, but I don’t remember.
“Wow! There WAS some left! My goodness. What a show!” Wendy said.
“God, his muscles!” Sherry said, sticking her tongue out. “I just can’t take this anymore, or I’m going to jump right on top of him.”
“Well, I guess that’s it,” Wendy said as she stopped stroking my dick.
“Don’t stop!” Jan ordered. Keep it going until he goes flaccid.
I screamed, squirming and crying and pulling on the bungee cords. She kept massaging my dick with her oily hands for another minute or so, until I quit fighting and just laid there. There wasn’t a drop of energy left in me.
The rest is a blur in my mind. They cleaned me up with Kleenex and untied me. Whatever was in my rear was yanked out. They had to help me get my clothes back on; I was dazed. Someone gave me a wad of cash. They took turns hugging me, and then they guided me out the door.
“What’s wrong with this boy? He seems out of it. Did you hear what I said, Kurt?” Jan asked.
“Huh?” I responded.
“We’re here every Sunday at 10:00 while my husband is in church. Come any Sunday if you’re interested, okay? And remember… shhhhh… Don’t tell a soul!”
“Ummm, yes. Not a soul. Thank you, ma’am. I’ll be back for sure,” I answered. They smiled and waved. I picked up the handle of my wagon and started pulling it down the driveway, thinking about how I needed to get my driver’s license right away.
Thankfully, it had stopped raining. I looked at my watch… 11:42. The sun was peeking through the clouds. The grass was greener. The air smelled like heaven. Life had just gotten a whole lot better.
