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If poor Timmy was old enough to know about songs from The Who, he would be saying the lines from "Tommy" when Roger Daltrey
sings, "Touch me!....Feel me!"
sings, "Touch me!....Feel me!"
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Chapter 12. Shut Up and Play
Pretending to be dead while standing up is not nearly the same as when Timothy is lying on his back. There's no way to completely relax and
let things take over. He has to hold himself steady, with a hand up against the wall. He has to keep himself from falling backward when one
of the kids scrubbing his skin pushes too hard. He's too much of a participant in the actions taking place, and he can't pretend to be an innocent
victim, a totally unwilling cadaver.
Even though he was not in a perfectly peaceful situation, Timothy was able to let his mind wander partly away from his conscious body, to let
natural instincts take over, to let himself become turned on sexually as Muffy and Biff used soap and cloths to scrub the drawings off.
The comments the two kids make has his Cousin Janie laughing uproariously. She must think this is the funniest thing in the world, watching as
the two kids she is getting paid to babysit entertain her. Jeepers Creepers it's hard not to open his peepers. Tim wants to look at Muffy, but
opening his eyes means he'd be able to see his wicked witch cousin standing by the doorway, or sitting on the toilet seat. Tim didn't want to see
that evil smirking smile and cold cold eyes. Muffy and Biff may be doing the dirty work, but they are kids younger than him, and Tim actually
would love to have alone time with them...to let them have their way with him.
"His thingy is bobbing up and down more," Muffy says, and she stops scrubbing, supposedly to watch its movements.
"Yeah, that thing hit me on top of my head," Biff says. "It'd be cool if he could poke somebody's eye out with it."
The super stiff dick does feel like he could use it as a weapon, feeling hard like steel. Maybe Tim can't really poke an eye out with his
erection, but he sure would enjoy using it to do some bitch slapping on a certain older teenager's face.
After what must have been fifteen minutes in the tub, as the younger brother and sister pair wash the drawings from his body which stretched
from his neck to his ankles, the girl declares, "I think we got all the paint off of him. Are we done?"
"Nope, there is one more thing that needs cleaning. I'll take that bar of soap from you, Muffy. I'm going to wash that dirty ass of his since he
has no hands to do it himself."
Muffy and Biff moved over to the side nearer the sink and toilet bowl, as Janie takes over. She gets a load of suds in her hand, and she goes to
work on Tim's backside. Tim can hear Muffy and Biff laughing as the forceful thrusts of Janie's hand up and down the buttcrack made his body
move like little earthquake tremors, and Tim's penis wobbles like the needle drawing the strength of the tremors on a graph. Involuntarily
Tim's dick jerks up and down. It's sort of like when a doctor uses the little plastic hammer below one's kneecap and the lower leg jerks upward.
It's probably the first time Muffy has seen a boy exhibiting such responses to stimuli. "That dick has a mind of its own. It's asking to be jerked
off. Too bad he can't touch it. Ha ha."
And then suddenly bathtime was over. Tim knew it was over when he heard the plug pulled from the drain. Reluctantly he opens his peepers,
and he sees the two kids standing side by side, each one looking sort of silly in their underwear, but they at least had something on. Each kid
has splashes of water on them. The wet spots look darker on Muffy's bra and panties, especially the large spot that was down close to where
her legs come together. Even Janie was looking at the front of Muffy's panties and her expression was again that of being quite amused.
Tim gets assistance getting out of the tub, and working as a group the others have him dry in a short while. Tim has to stand there and let
the others rub towels all over his body. When they are done the towels get hung back up and everyone stands there to admire how Tim's penis
refuses to hang, as it stands rock hard upright while bobbing slowly up and down.
"I'm going to be in the kitchen for a while. I'll put some frozen dinners on in case you are hungry in about an hour." Janie makes shoo shoo
motions. "Beat it young ones."
"What about the money my mom gave you to buy pizza with?" Muffy asks.
"I'm keeping that money, and if you know what's good for you...you won't be saying a thing. I know a lot about you two. Things you don't want
your very strict daddy to know about."
At that moment Timothy realized the twenty dollars that his mom gave to Cousin Janie would also be ending up in his cousin's personal
piggy bank. Snatching the dinner money from two parents in one night...wow...no wonder she does babysitter jobs. What a racket.
"You all know which room is my bedroom. There are old games in the closet you can take out to play with. Take Timmy with you. He stays
like he is. I'm not giving the unicorn panties to him to put on. Why bother with that now? And just so he feels some sense of comradeship
with you two...neither of you can put any clothes on either. Just undies for you both for the rest of the day."
Both Muffy and Biff look at their babysitter like they are betrayed, and in many ways they had been. First, they get no pizza for dinner, just
stupid frozen food. Then for playtime and dinnertime they will be stuck with wearing only their underwear. Tim looks at his cousin, and
he can see satisfaction on her face. Janie gets everything, the money and the enjoyment of watching all the kids under her care have to
go around with nothing or next to nothing on. What a sick sense of humor. Cousin Janie is really getting off on other people's discomfort.
"Don't make too much of a mess in my room. If anybody breaks something it will be bare assed spankings all around. Spanks for all three of
you. Now shut your mouths and go play."
"Come on hardon boy," Muffy says as she takes hold of Tim's bandaged right hand. "Let's go to Janie's room and have some fun. You look like you
are already having fun. A dick don't lie."
With Biff following right behind, Tim is led off to the other side of the house. His penis sticks out like it is pointing the way.
Chapter 12. Shut Up and Play
Pretending to be dead while standing up is not nearly the same as when Timothy is lying on his back. There's no way to completely relax and
let things take over. He has to hold himself steady, with a hand up against the wall. He has to keep himself from falling backward when one
of the kids scrubbing his skin pushes too hard. He's too much of a participant in the actions taking place, and he can't pretend to be an innocent
victim, a totally unwilling cadaver.
Even though he was not in a perfectly peaceful situation, Timothy was able to let his mind wander partly away from his conscious body, to let
natural instincts take over, to let himself become turned on sexually as Muffy and Biff used soap and cloths to scrub the drawings off.
The comments the two kids make has his Cousin Janie laughing uproariously. She must think this is the funniest thing in the world, watching as
the two kids she is getting paid to babysit entertain her. Jeepers Creepers it's hard not to open his peepers. Tim wants to look at Muffy, but
opening his eyes means he'd be able to see his wicked witch cousin standing by the doorway, or sitting on the toilet seat. Tim didn't want to see
that evil smirking smile and cold cold eyes. Muffy and Biff may be doing the dirty work, but they are kids younger than him, and Tim actually
would love to have alone time with them...to let them have their way with him.
"His thingy is bobbing up and down more," Muffy says, and she stops scrubbing, supposedly to watch its movements.
"Yeah, that thing hit me on top of my head," Biff says. "It'd be cool if he could poke somebody's eye out with it."
The super stiff dick does feel like he could use it as a weapon, feeling hard like steel. Maybe Tim can't really poke an eye out with his
erection, but he sure would enjoy using it to do some bitch slapping on a certain older teenager's face.
After what must have been fifteen minutes in the tub, as the younger brother and sister pair wash the drawings from his body which stretched
from his neck to his ankles, the girl declares, "I think we got all the paint off of him. Are we done?"
"Nope, there is one more thing that needs cleaning. I'll take that bar of soap from you, Muffy. I'm going to wash that dirty ass of his since he
has no hands to do it himself."
Muffy and Biff moved over to the side nearer the sink and toilet bowl, as Janie takes over. She gets a load of suds in her hand, and she goes to
work on Tim's backside. Tim can hear Muffy and Biff laughing as the forceful thrusts of Janie's hand up and down the buttcrack made his body
move like little earthquake tremors, and Tim's penis wobbles like the needle drawing the strength of the tremors on a graph. Involuntarily
Tim's dick jerks up and down. It's sort of like when a doctor uses the little plastic hammer below one's kneecap and the lower leg jerks upward.
It's probably the first time Muffy has seen a boy exhibiting such responses to stimuli. "That dick has a mind of its own. It's asking to be jerked
off. Too bad he can't touch it. Ha ha."
And then suddenly bathtime was over. Tim knew it was over when he heard the plug pulled from the drain. Reluctantly he opens his peepers,
and he sees the two kids standing side by side, each one looking sort of silly in their underwear, but they at least had something on. Each kid
has splashes of water on them. The wet spots look darker on Muffy's bra and panties, especially the large spot that was down close to where
her legs come together. Even Janie was looking at the front of Muffy's panties and her expression was again that of being quite amused.
Tim gets assistance getting out of the tub, and working as a group the others have him dry in a short while. Tim has to stand there and let
the others rub towels all over his body. When they are done the towels get hung back up and everyone stands there to admire how Tim's penis
refuses to hang, as it stands rock hard upright while bobbing slowly up and down.
"I'm going to be in the kitchen for a while. I'll put some frozen dinners on in case you are hungry in about an hour." Janie makes shoo shoo
motions. "Beat it young ones."
"What about the money my mom gave you to buy pizza with?" Muffy asks.
"I'm keeping that money, and if you know what's good for you...you won't be saying a thing. I know a lot about you two. Things you don't want
your very strict daddy to know about."
At that moment Timothy realized the twenty dollars that his mom gave to Cousin Janie would also be ending up in his cousin's personal
piggy bank. Snatching the dinner money from two parents in one night...wow...no wonder she does babysitter jobs. What a racket.
"You all know which room is my bedroom. There are old games in the closet you can take out to play with. Take Timmy with you. He stays
like he is. I'm not giving the unicorn panties to him to put on. Why bother with that now? And just so he feels some sense of comradeship
with you two...neither of you can put any clothes on either. Just undies for you both for the rest of the day."
Both Muffy and Biff look at their babysitter like they are betrayed, and in many ways they had been. First, they get no pizza for dinner, just
stupid frozen food. Then for playtime and dinnertime they will be stuck with wearing only their underwear. Tim looks at his cousin, and
he can see satisfaction on her face. Janie gets everything, the money and the enjoyment of watching all the kids under her care have to
go around with nothing or next to nothing on. What a sick sense of humor. Cousin Janie is really getting off on other people's discomfort.
"Don't make too much of a mess in my room. If anybody breaks something it will be bare assed spankings all around. Spanks for all three of
you. Now shut your mouths and go play."
"Come on hardon boy," Muffy says as she takes hold of Tim's bandaged right hand. "Let's go to Janie's room and have some fun. You look like you
are already having fun. A dick don't lie."
With Biff following right behind, Tim is led off to the other side of the house. His penis sticks out like it is pointing the way.
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Chapter 13. The Games Children Play
Each game pulled out of the closet in Janie's bedroom got a NO vote from Timothy. Biff did the main part of the digging around in the closet, and
he pulled out Chutes and Ladders, Connect Four, Chess, Parcheesi, and Checkers. Biff looked silly down on his hands and knees, his firm barely
covered butt sticking up in the air as he sorted through stuff on the floor of the closet. None of the games appealed to Timothy. He didn't feel
he had the nerve to handle strategy games and Chutes and Ladders is for little kids. Muffy likewise seemed disinterested in the games to be found
in the closet, as she spent the whole time sitting on the bed as she looked at Tim's completely exposed body.
"I got in trouble for this. I really did. I asked my mom why Biff has a pink head on the end of his penis. I even used the word penis, instead of
dick. My mom made me suck on a bar of soap. I wasn't supposed to think about what boys are like with no clothes on. Then I asked my brother.
He said boys have a fireman's helmet on their weenies because they were born with a water hose to put out campfires with. I'd love to see you put
a fire out with that thing. Why is it standing up so much?"
Being the center of attention, Tim reverts to his natural state of being. "I'm not saying anything."
Biff is still searching through the closet, and he comes out with something unexpected. "Hey...what is this bottle?" Biff says as he holds up a large bottle made of blue glass. "It says BLUE NUN on the label."
Muffy laughs, slaps her knees. "That's a wine bottle. I heard it's the cheap stuff. Bring that bottle over here."
As soon as Muffy has the bottle, she plunks herself down on the rug in the most open part of the floor. "Let's play spin the bottle. That's a fun game. Better than checkers."
Biff was mighty eager to join into a spin the bottle game, cause he didn't stop to think who he was playing with. Muffy says there will be two
spins of the bottle for each turn. The first spin determines who has to do something. The second spin determines who what something is done with. Biff says he understands.
Muffy explains further how the game will begin, "This is how the first one goes. The one picked by the bottle has to kiss the person the second
spin points to."
Tim was watching Biff's face when he figured out what that might mean. "Is this just a kissing game?"
"Lots of things could happen. Somebody might have to take something off," and Muffy looks at her brother with a sly smile.
"How does he take something off?" the younger boys says as he points at Timothy.
Muffy has everything already figured out, "Maybe we'll shave his hair off. There's not much left of it down there anyway."
Like it or not, Timothy becomes part of a threesome of gamers of Spin the Bottle. It's a game he has heard of, of course, but he's never
actually seen anyone doing that.
Round One is the kissing round. Muffy twirls the bottle. It doesn't spin easily on the carpeted floor, but it does make several revolutions, ending
up pointing at Tim.
"Okay Timmy, you spin the bottle."
Tim closes his eyes as he spins the Blue Nun. Too bad the chances of the bottle not pointing toward somebody was NONE. Opening his eyes when
he hears two sets of murmurs, the bottle points toward Muffy.
Now if Timothy was lying in his bed at night, the scenario of him kissing a pretty blond girl while she was wearing only her bra and panties would have been sufficient cause to fondle himself, perhaps start a full jerk-off round. But being in another person's bedroom, with real people present, it actually made Tim want to run away. He never kissed a girl before.
* * * * *
One time Tim kissed a girl he thought was dead. It wasn't that long ago, during last Halloween, around two weeks before the actual day. The Haunted Houses had gotten into action, but business could be slow during the first few days.
Tim was part of a group that included his mom and Aunt Judith, Cousin Janie was there as well. Also in the group were two other cousins of
Tim's, and their names were Jack and Jill...believe it or not. About half-way through the haunted house, Timothy fell behind his group. He had to stop to tie the laces of both shoes. Cousin Jack had pulled a prank, tied the laces of both shoes together when they had stopped to gaze at a
room with what appeared to be real bats.
Once he was behind the group, Tim didn't run to catch up. He didn't want to run into the guy with the chainsaw. Slinking forward slowly, looking left and right for signs of danger, Tim enters a room with an open coffin. A beautiful teenage girl lies in the coffin. She looks like a vampire. She looks like she is dead. Creeping closer, stepping silently, the thirteen year old boy makes no sound. The girl has a pale face, black eyebrows,
ruby red lips, and a scandalously low cut dress. Thinking the hot chick in the coffin is a wax dummy, and in his mind Tim was thinking it was the body of an actual dead person, he leans down over the body. Leaning down further, Tim kisses the vampire girl.
To his shock the eyes of the vampire opened. Before he can pull back a hand grasps his wrist.
"My dear delicious boy, you look so delightfully tasty. I waited so long to feel the touch of a young man again."
Timothy looks on in horror and shock as his hand is pulled closer to the enormous breasts pushing up the front of the medieval costume, pale
skin whitened probably with powder beckons to be touched. With a sudden and swift motion of the vampire's other hand, one magnificent
breast is revealed. The nipple looks wide and massive, sticking up in the middle of it like a cone, and the color is amazingly similar to the redness of those lips that now whisper sweet nothings in Tim's ear.
"Suck and be reborn in a new form. Live your life free from any needs...except for blood."
Timothy felt drawn to that breast, like a beacon in the darkness. He tried to resist, but he could not. He tried to pull away, the vampire's hand
held his and would not let go. The unearthly temptress didn't force his head lower, but somehow Tim's head drifted toward that tasty morsel
of undead human tissue looking so ripe and red. Timothy opened his mouth and he engulfed that large nipple and sucked like a baby.
"Yes...Yes my darling. Drink deeply."
Tim continued to suckle, relishing how the pointy nipple pressed against his tongue, until the vampire suddenly shoved him back.
"Another group is coming. Move on little man. Beware the beast at the end of the road," and the vampire girl covers her breast. She smiled
with her white fanged teeth flashing reflections of light, and then the vampire closed her eyes and again appeared to be undead.
Timothy wanted to crawl into that coffin, to close the lid and cuddle up against the female form. He wanted to drink the blood of the vampire
and become one himself. Wanting to stare down at that gorgeous creature lying in the coffin, Tim had to back away and leave the room before
the next group arrived. But instead of leaving right away, he hung near the corner and he watched what the vampire did when a group
approached. The kids drew near to see what is in the coffin. Then the vampire girl springs to life, lifting her body into a seated position.
Women and children scream and back away as the vampire woman screeches at them.
Timothy laughed when he saw the teenage actor in action. He could not believe his good fortune to have gotten to see the vampire during a different sort of encounter.
* * * * *
Kissing a live girl for the first time was a similar experience, and though he could hear Biff laughing he ignored it. The eyes are closed during the kiss, and he could feel Muffy's lips moving. Tim wanted the lips to part so he could taste tongue, but Muffy kept her lips sealed.
"I want to spin the bottle now. Are we still doing kissing," Biff asks when Tim and Muffy finally pull their faces back.
Biff spins the bottle and it points at Muffy.
Muffy spins the bottle and it points back at Biff.
Timothy actually enjoys seeing the brother have to kiss the sister. He never knew this game could be so much fun.
Without thinking what he's doing, Tim's left hand grabs the base of his dick, the fingers tucked under to grip his balls.
"Ha ha...he's playing with himself," Biff says, having stopped the kiss and turned his head in time to catch Tim in the act.
Muffy is grinning big time, "That changes everything. If Timmy thinks it's okay to touch himself, then I think we can touch him too."
"But what about his burn ointment. We can't rub it off," and Biff has a good point.
Muffy scrunches up her face as she thinks long and hard. Then her face brightens, "I got it. Yes, yes I got it. We will add more ointment. What
do we have that can be used as a first aid gel for burns?"
Chapter 13. The Games Children Play
Each game pulled out of the closet in Janie's bedroom got a NO vote from Timothy. Biff did the main part of the digging around in the closet, and
he pulled out Chutes and Ladders, Connect Four, Chess, Parcheesi, and Checkers. Biff looked silly down on his hands and knees, his firm barely
covered butt sticking up in the air as he sorted through stuff on the floor of the closet. None of the games appealed to Timothy. He didn't feel
he had the nerve to handle strategy games and Chutes and Ladders is for little kids. Muffy likewise seemed disinterested in the games to be found
in the closet, as she spent the whole time sitting on the bed as she looked at Tim's completely exposed body.
"I got in trouble for this. I really did. I asked my mom why Biff has a pink head on the end of his penis. I even used the word penis, instead of
dick. My mom made me suck on a bar of soap. I wasn't supposed to think about what boys are like with no clothes on. Then I asked my brother.
He said boys have a fireman's helmet on their weenies because they were born with a water hose to put out campfires with. I'd love to see you put
a fire out with that thing. Why is it standing up so much?"
Being the center of attention, Tim reverts to his natural state of being. "I'm not saying anything."
Biff is still searching through the closet, and he comes out with something unexpected. "Hey...what is this bottle?" Biff says as he holds up a large bottle made of blue glass. "It says BLUE NUN on the label."
Muffy laughs, slaps her knees. "That's a wine bottle. I heard it's the cheap stuff. Bring that bottle over here."
As soon as Muffy has the bottle, she plunks herself down on the rug in the most open part of the floor. "Let's play spin the bottle. That's a fun game. Better than checkers."
Biff was mighty eager to join into a spin the bottle game, cause he didn't stop to think who he was playing with. Muffy says there will be two
spins of the bottle for each turn. The first spin determines who has to do something. The second spin determines who what something is done with. Biff says he understands.
Muffy explains further how the game will begin, "This is how the first one goes. The one picked by the bottle has to kiss the person the second
spin points to."
Tim was watching Biff's face when he figured out what that might mean. "Is this just a kissing game?"
"Lots of things could happen. Somebody might have to take something off," and Muffy looks at her brother with a sly smile.
"How does he take something off?" the younger boys says as he points at Timothy.
Muffy has everything already figured out, "Maybe we'll shave his hair off. There's not much left of it down there anyway."
Like it or not, Timothy becomes part of a threesome of gamers of Spin the Bottle. It's a game he has heard of, of course, but he's never
actually seen anyone doing that.
Round One is the kissing round. Muffy twirls the bottle. It doesn't spin easily on the carpeted floor, but it does make several revolutions, ending
up pointing at Tim.
"Okay Timmy, you spin the bottle."
Tim closes his eyes as he spins the Blue Nun. Too bad the chances of the bottle not pointing toward somebody was NONE. Opening his eyes when
he hears two sets of murmurs, the bottle points toward Muffy.
Now if Timothy was lying in his bed at night, the scenario of him kissing a pretty blond girl while she was wearing only her bra and panties would have been sufficient cause to fondle himself, perhaps start a full jerk-off round. But being in another person's bedroom, with real people present, it actually made Tim want to run away. He never kissed a girl before.
* * * * *
One time Tim kissed a girl he thought was dead. It wasn't that long ago, during last Halloween, around two weeks before the actual day. The Haunted Houses had gotten into action, but business could be slow during the first few days.
Tim was part of a group that included his mom and Aunt Judith, Cousin Janie was there as well. Also in the group were two other cousins of
Tim's, and their names were Jack and Jill...believe it or not. About half-way through the haunted house, Timothy fell behind his group. He had to stop to tie the laces of both shoes. Cousin Jack had pulled a prank, tied the laces of both shoes together when they had stopped to gaze at a
room with what appeared to be real bats.
Once he was behind the group, Tim didn't run to catch up. He didn't want to run into the guy with the chainsaw. Slinking forward slowly, looking left and right for signs of danger, Tim enters a room with an open coffin. A beautiful teenage girl lies in the coffin. She looks like a vampire. She looks like she is dead. Creeping closer, stepping silently, the thirteen year old boy makes no sound. The girl has a pale face, black eyebrows,
ruby red lips, and a scandalously low cut dress. Thinking the hot chick in the coffin is a wax dummy, and in his mind Tim was thinking it was the body of an actual dead person, he leans down over the body. Leaning down further, Tim kisses the vampire girl.
To his shock the eyes of the vampire opened. Before he can pull back a hand grasps his wrist.
"My dear delicious boy, you look so delightfully tasty. I waited so long to feel the touch of a young man again."
Timothy looks on in horror and shock as his hand is pulled closer to the enormous breasts pushing up the front of the medieval costume, pale
skin whitened probably with powder beckons to be touched. With a sudden and swift motion of the vampire's other hand, one magnificent
breast is revealed. The nipple looks wide and massive, sticking up in the middle of it like a cone, and the color is amazingly similar to the redness of those lips that now whisper sweet nothings in Tim's ear.
"Suck and be reborn in a new form. Live your life free from any needs...except for blood."
Timothy felt drawn to that breast, like a beacon in the darkness. He tried to resist, but he could not. He tried to pull away, the vampire's hand
held his and would not let go. The unearthly temptress didn't force his head lower, but somehow Tim's head drifted toward that tasty morsel
of undead human tissue looking so ripe and red. Timothy opened his mouth and he engulfed that large nipple and sucked like a baby.
"Yes...Yes my darling. Drink deeply."
Tim continued to suckle, relishing how the pointy nipple pressed against his tongue, until the vampire suddenly shoved him back.
"Another group is coming. Move on little man. Beware the beast at the end of the road," and the vampire girl covers her breast. She smiled
with her white fanged teeth flashing reflections of light, and then the vampire closed her eyes and again appeared to be undead.
Timothy wanted to crawl into that coffin, to close the lid and cuddle up against the female form. He wanted to drink the blood of the vampire
and become one himself. Wanting to stare down at that gorgeous creature lying in the coffin, Tim had to back away and leave the room before
the next group arrived. But instead of leaving right away, he hung near the corner and he watched what the vampire did when a group
approached. The kids drew near to see what is in the coffin. Then the vampire girl springs to life, lifting her body into a seated position.
Women and children scream and back away as the vampire woman screeches at them.
Timothy laughed when he saw the teenage actor in action. He could not believe his good fortune to have gotten to see the vampire during a different sort of encounter.
* * * * *
Kissing a live girl for the first time was a similar experience, and though he could hear Biff laughing he ignored it. The eyes are closed during the kiss, and he could feel Muffy's lips moving. Tim wanted the lips to part so he could taste tongue, but Muffy kept her lips sealed.
"I want to spin the bottle now. Are we still doing kissing," Biff asks when Tim and Muffy finally pull their faces back.
Biff spins the bottle and it points at Muffy.
Muffy spins the bottle and it points back at Biff.
Timothy actually enjoys seeing the brother have to kiss the sister. He never knew this game could be so much fun.
Without thinking what he's doing, Tim's left hand grabs the base of his dick, the fingers tucked under to grip his balls.
"Ha ha...he's playing with himself," Biff says, having stopped the kiss and turned his head in time to catch Tim in the act.
Muffy is grinning big time, "That changes everything. If Timmy thinks it's okay to touch himself, then I think we can touch him too."
"But what about his burn ointment. We can't rub it off," and Biff has a good point.
Muffy scrunches up her face as she thinks long and hard. Then her face brightens, "I got it. Yes, yes I got it. We will add more ointment. What
do we have that can be used as a first aid gel for burns?"
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Chapter 14. Everything is Better With Butter
Timothy stands in the middle of his cousin's bedroom, looking horrified, as Muffy just suggested there could be an acceptable way to gain access to
the previously out of bounds section on his body, the genitals. In the interest of keeping the medication undisturbed, the babysitter had instructed
the kids not to touch the dick. "We will add more ointment", was a solution worthy of Sherlock Holmes as he figured out what caused the
glowing foam around the mouth of the Hound of the Baskerville's.
Biff gets sent off on the errand to find some such ointment that could be used. With there being little to no interest in the silly games, Muffy
shoved them back into the closet. The babysitter, who happens to be Tim's Cousin Janie, did say she wanted no big mess in her bedroom.
A minute later Biff is back in the room. The fit and trim lad, who has some decent muscle for an eleven year old, was huffing and puffing as
he sprinted into the room.
"I snuck into the kitchen. Janie was still talking on the phone, sitting at the kitchen table. She was looking out the glass sliding door out to
the backyard. I don't think she saw me." Biff paused as he breathed in deeply. Then he held something up in his hand. "I grabbed this from
the fridge. I remember my grandma using this. I burned my finger on a candle when I was younger. She took me to the kitchen, then she
put some butter on it. There's half a stick in this tub."
Timothy nearly laughs when he sees the small oval shaped plastic tub. Oak Farms Butter it says in red lettering on a yellow tub. Salted and
Organic are other words below the brand name.
"That's great thinking little brother," Muffy says as she snatches the butter container from Biff's hands. She takes off the lid to look inside.
Muffy pulls the stick of butter out, and she examines it, looks it over for best way to proceed. She glances at Tim's dick a couple times as she
thinks.
With no knife or utensil to cut a section of butter off of the stick, Muffy yanks a chunk off with her fingers. The rest of the mangled stick is
dropped back into the tub. Biff is handed the butter tub, which he holds as he laughs. He's watching his sister close fingers around the hunk
of cold butter. Holding it in her closed hand will get it warmed up.
"Step over to my office. I'm so glad you decided to use Doctor Burnsey's Burn Clinic. I see you have a problem. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack burned off is flopping dick."
"What do you mean, flop? That dick is always standing up. A friend of mine said we'd get hardons all the time when we got older, but I had
no idea." Biff disagrees with the description of Timothy's state of limpness and mobility.
"Well, it's not standing up right now, is it? It looks more like a partly blown-up balloon. Let's get that fixed shall we."
Timothy's fight or flight instinct kicked in...heavy on the flight. He turns and he starts to walk toward the open door to the hallway. Biff
sprints to intercept, and the younger kid is much more mobile, reaching the door and slamming it shut. Biff presses his back against the door,
dares the older Tim to shove him aside.
"Get over here for your treatment. We can't have our patients walking around naked with no medicine on their burned parts," and Muffy
motions with her head that her patient better comply right away.
Tim turns to walk back to the center of the room. He it told to hold still and don't move a muscle. Muffy opens her hand, palm side up. The
butter is a melted pool of mushy yellowness on the palm of her hand. This medicinal mush is placed first on Tim's balls. Muffy does her best to
catch the yellow drips that slip between her fingers with her left hand. The right hand then slides up to the partially sticking up penis. Within
a few strokes the entire length of the shaft is covered with a slick coating of buttery spread. Tim sees motion to his right side. It's Biff, coming
close to inspect the procedure.
"He really gets hard fast," Biff observes.
Timothy can feel it getting hard with a quick rise upward. The touch of the girl's hand is soft and seductive. The feeling is squishy and moist
as Muffy's hand begins masturbating him, the fingers wrapped around the shaft loosely, sliding up and down easily. Muffy wasn't putting any
pressure on her hand jerkings, keeping it all nice and easy with the sliding fingers. First Do No Harm...isn't that the old saying?
The smell of butter wafts up to Tim's nose. It's not exactly the smell of butter sauce for popcorn. That aroma is intoxicating. The butter was
more like what he detects on toasted bread fresh out of the toaster. The right hand of Muffy continues to slide up and down. Then something
totally unexpected and bizarre happens. Tim feels a hand on his butt. Tim can't look around enough to see exactly what is going on, but after
a while he has it figured out.
Biff decided that if butter on the balls is good medicine, then butter must be good on the ass too.
"Timmy's got butter buns," Biff tells his sister.
Muffy looks at what her brother is doing, and she shakes her head and rolls the eyes. Tim can only take so much of this unwanted form of
attention. He closes his eyes, tries to drift off to become less aware of his surroundings, mainly the physical sensations. Biff has come
around to the frontside, and he is spreading butter onto the lower stomach, getting the stuff into the area of the pubic hair. Tim can feel the
fingernails lightly scraping his skin, the fingers knocking over the partially burned off stumps of his once beautiful patch of pubic hair, which he
was very proud of. The most annoying thing was feeling the trickle of melted butter oozing down his crack, so slick and icky.
"Why do you close your eyes all the time?" Muffy asks.
Without thinking, Tim answers the question, "I wish I was dead and buried."
The jacking off ceases. Soon the hand of Biff stops applying butter to Tim's body. Not feeling anything for several seconds, Tim opens his eyes.
Muffy has a weird look on her face, like she is thinking way too hard on something.
"If you could die, how would you like it to happen?"
Chapter 14. Everything is Better With Butter
Timothy stands in the middle of his cousin's bedroom, looking horrified, as Muffy just suggested there could be an acceptable way to gain access to
the previously out of bounds section on his body, the genitals. In the interest of keeping the medication undisturbed, the babysitter had instructed
the kids not to touch the dick. "We will add more ointment", was a solution worthy of Sherlock Holmes as he figured out what caused the
glowing foam around the mouth of the Hound of the Baskerville's.
Biff gets sent off on the errand to find some such ointment that could be used. With there being little to no interest in the silly games, Muffy
shoved them back into the closet. The babysitter, who happens to be Tim's Cousin Janie, did say she wanted no big mess in her bedroom.
A minute later Biff is back in the room. The fit and trim lad, who has some decent muscle for an eleven year old, was huffing and puffing as
he sprinted into the room.
"I snuck into the kitchen. Janie was still talking on the phone, sitting at the kitchen table. She was looking out the glass sliding door out to
the backyard. I don't think she saw me." Biff paused as he breathed in deeply. Then he held something up in his hand. "I grabbed this from
the fridge. I remember my grandma using this. I burned my finger on a candle when I was younger. She took me to the kitchen, then she
put some butter on it. There's half a stick in this tub."
Timothy nearly laughs when he sees the small oval shaped plastic tub. Oak Farms Butter it says in red lettering on a yellow tub. Salted and
Organic are other words below the brand name.
"That's great thinking little brother," Muffy says as she snatches the butter container from Biff's hands. She takes off the lid to look inside.
Muffy pulls the stick of butter out, and she examines it, looks it over for best way to proceed. She glances at Tim's dick a couple times as she
thinks.
With no knife or utensil to cut a section of butter off of the stick, Muffy yanks a chunk off with her fingers. The rest of the mangled stick is
dropped back into the tub. Biff is handed the butter tub, which he holds as he laughs. He's watching his sister close fingers around the hunk
of cold butter. Holding it in her closed hand will get it warmed up.
"Step over to my office. I'm so glad you decided to use Doctor Burnsey's Burn Clinic. I see you have a problem. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack burned off is flopping dick."
"What do you mean, flop? That dick is always standing up. A friend of mine said we'd get hardons all the time when we got older, but I had
no idea." Biff disagrees with the description of Timothy's state of limpness and mobility.
"Well, it's not standing up right now, is it? It looks more like a partly blown-up balloon. Let's get that fixed shall we."
Timothy's fight or flight instinct kicked in...heavy on the flight. He turns and he starts to walk toward the open door to the hallway. Biff
sprints to intercept, and the younger kid is much more mobile, reaching the door and slamming it shut. Biff presses his back against the door,
dares the older Tim to shove him aside.
"Get over here for your treatment. We can't have our patients walking around naked with no medicine on their burned parts," and Muffy
motions with her head that her patient better comply right away.
Tim turns to walk back to the center of the room. He it told to hold still and don't move a muscle. Muffy opens her hand, palm side up. The
butter is a melted pool of mushy yellowness on the palm of her hand. This medicinal mush is placed first on Tim's balls. Muffy does her best to
catch the yellow drips that slip between her fingers with her left hand. The right hand then slides up to the partially sticking up penis. Within
a few strokes the entire length of the shaft is covered with a slick coating of buttery spread. Tim sees motion to his right side. It's Biff, coming
close to inspect the procedure.
"He really gets hard fast," Biff observes.
Timothy can feel it getting hard with a quick rise upward. The touch of the girl's hand is soft and seductive. The feeling is squishy and moist
as Muffy's hand begins masturbating him, the fingers wrapped around the shaft loosely, sliding up and down easily. Muffy wasn't putting any
pressure on her hand jerkings, keeping it all nice and easy with the sliding fingers. First Do No Harm...isn't that the old saying?
The smell of butter wafts up to Tim's nose. It's not exactly the smell of butter sauce for popcorn. That aroma is intoxicating. The butter was
more like what he detects on toasted bread fresh out of the toaster. The right hand of Muffy continues to slide up and down. Then something
totally unexpected and bizarre happens. Tim feels a hand on his butt. Tim can't look around enough to see exactly what is going on, but after
a while he has it figured out.
Biff decided that if butter on the balls is good medicine, then butter must be good on the ass too.
"Timmy's got butter buns," Biff tells his sister.
Muffy looks at what her brother is doing, and she shakes her head and rolls the eyes. Tim can only take so much of this unwanted form of
attention. He closes his eyes, tries to drift off to become less aware of his surroundings, mainly the physical sensations. Biff has come
around to the frontside, and he is spreading butter onto the lower stomach, getting the stuff into the area of the pubic hair. Tim can feel the
fingernails lightly scraping his skin, the fingers knocking over the partially burned off stumps of his once beautiful patch of pubic hair, which he
was very proud of. The most annoying thing was feeling the trickle of melted butter oozing down his crack, so slick and icky.
"Why do you close your eyes all the time?" Muffy asks.
Without thinking, Tim answers the question, "I wish I was dead and buried."
The jacking off ceases. Soon the hand of Biff stops applying butter to Tim's body. Not feeling anything for several seconds, Tim opens his eyes.
Muffy has a weird look on her face, like she is thinking way too hard on something.
"If you could die, how would you like it to happen?"
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It has to be Real butter.
Margarine just won't do it. And solid cooking oils will make it shrink. Crisco is called a shortening (read the label).
Margarine just won't do it. And solid cooking oils will make it shrink. Crisco is called a shortening (read the label).
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Chapter 15. Best Way to Die?
It was a question that was stunning in its implications. "If you could die, how would you like it to happen?"
Tim never mentioned anything about his morbid interests to anyone, not a word about his fascination with macabre settings such a tombs and
crypts and graveyards, never said a word to anyone about his desire to tune out the world of the living, as he imagined himself to be dead.
Lots of times Tim had conjured up all sorts of situations where he was at a funeral, and the funeral was for himself. When Tim faked his own
funeral in his mind, he rarely thought about what it was that put him into the coffin to begin with.
"I um...um..." Tim has some trouble getting his thoughts unjumbled. "I ah...I suppose I would go with asphyxiation."
"Asphyx ass what?" Biff questions.
"Sorry. Fancy word. Uh, I mean sort of like suffocation. I don't want something that hurts. I sure don't want to get burned. That fucking
hurts. I'm too scared of heights to imagine jumping off a building. Getting bit by a vampire and becoming one is really cool, but that is
all fiction for movies." Tim paused as the two kids stare at him with rapt attention. "I guess being smothered would be a good way to go, but
even that is sort of scary. Waterboarding would be horrible...but smothered by a pillow would be painless and fairly fast. I guess I'd have
to go with getting smothered."
Tim sees Muffy's face brighten up, like she just conceived of a fabulous idea. Before she got into acting on something Tim needed to slow
her down,
"But just for fun as a fake way to die. I don't mean it for real. You know that."
Muffy comes closer, and she grabs Tim's bandaged right hand. "Yeah...I think I know what you mean. I know how we can do this in a pretend
way. I'm sure you will like it. Now lie down on the floor. Lie on your back. I'm going to smother you. Go along with it. Struggle a bit, but
not too hard. Don't spoil the fun."
Not sure where this is headed, Timothy lies down on the rug at the center of the room where he can stretch out all the way. The floor feels
slightly cool on his hot skin. The rug is not a thick type, so it does feel a bit hard rather than a soft bed. Things get heated up when Muffy
straddles Tim across his chest, sort of like getting into a wrestling position to hold a boy down. Biff comes closer, kneeling down next to Tim's
left side.
"What are you gonna do?" Biff asks, which is the same question in Tim's mind. What is that girl about to do?
Muffy grabs Tim's arms by the wrist. she yanks them upward and flat on the ground. Muffy pushes her body forward to where her knees are
across the arms, pinning Tim in the Schoolboy wrestling hold.
"You've been a naughty boy, Timmy. "You been looking at me in my underwear and got turned on, got a boner. Only bad boys pop boners by
peeping at younger girls. But I caught you, Timmy. And now you will be punished."
Tim catches on to where this is going. This is a roleplay, a pretense of a situation. He's been caught being a peeping tom, and now the
girl is going to make him pay. The game is afoot, and it promises to be fun.
"Me?...It's not my fault. I didn't know that was the window to your room, Muffy. My mistake." Tim protests being held down, going along
with the game.
"Your mistake? You climbed into my room naked by mistake? Hey Biff. Squeeze this guy's dick and tell me what you feel."
Without any hesitation, Biff grabs the erection, giving it a couple of strong squeezes. A jolt of energy flows through Tim's body, he feels
a tremor run through him, and goose bumps form on large sections of his body. Muffy had touched him lightly when she buttered up his crotch,
but now his boner is being squeezed and tugged on by Biff? Holy Bat Shit...that is a bizarre twist.
"This thing feels real hard, sister. This pervert was staring at your little boobies. He was drooling at seeing your panties. You should do
something about that. Make him pay."
Muffy glances over at her brother, whose hand is still wrapped around the erection. "You can let go of it now...and I don't have little boobies,
little brother."
With Tim lying on the floor, Muffy straddling him while leaning forward, he has a close-up view of Muffy's chest. The bra is small, the two
mounds barely push outward. There is a hint of pointy nipples showing, but the overall appearance is that of small boobies. The whole thing
looks funny and ridiculous, and Tim is about to laugh. He opens his mouth to laugh when Muffy suddenly slides her lower body forward.
The girl's panty covered crotch is shoved onto Tim's face. His mouth being open, he feels the cottony material up against his lips and tongue.
The cloth of the panties is slightly damp, or is that his own saliva that got slathered on there?
"Ohhh, cool. Crotch him. I get it now. Smother him big sister."
So this is how Muffy planned to kill him, to smother him to death using her own body, specifically her panties clad pussy. Muffy giggles as she
begins to grind her panties against Tim's mouth and nose. Amazingly, the tip of his nose could detect the presence of a vertical slit, a groove
behind the cotton cloth.
Humping and thrusting like a lap dance girl, Muffy rides Tim's face like a saddle. Pressing harder and more firmly, it does cut off some of
Tim's ability to breath normally. His heartbeat is pounding. His need for air increased by the added excitement. Tim struggles against the
crotching. He pushes upward with the arms, but he can't lift the girl up and off of him. Tim writhes side to side, trying to toss the girl off,
but the only thing that gets tossed back and forth is his erection as it slides back and forth across his tummy.
"Mmmphhh...Grommphhh..." is all Tim can get out, and he can go along with the game by slowing his movements down, showing weakness due
to asphyxiation, as the lack of oxygen sets in and his muscles lose their strength. Tim slows down and he barely moves.
As he slows down, Tim becomes more aware of his mouth and nose. Having slowed down he can focus on his senses. His sense of smell detects
something new, a scent never inhaled before. Do all girls smell this way down there? Do all girls get moist panties when they play these games?
The wetness level of the cotton underwear is a lot more than when this face crotching began.
Just as Tim though he would go completely limp and fake unconsciousness, Muffy suddenly slips off of his body.
"Your turn, Biffy boy. You have to smother him too."
Squinting his eyes open, just a slit, Tim looks over at Biff. The younger boy looks a little surprised.
"You want me to face crotch him? Just like you did?"
"Yes brother. Ride Timmy's face like a cowboy. While you do that I'm going to play with his handgun. It's bigger than I thought. Does it fire big
bullets? Let's find out."
This is crazy, it's horrible. Not being able to choose what happens, or make changes in this simulation, Tim can only play along and pretend
to be passed out. He closes his eyes, and soon he feels two types of physical actions taking place. He feels the body of Biff straddling his chest,
pressing his underwear clad crotch into his face. At the same time he feels a hand wrap around his dick again, and it slowly begins to squeeze
and massage.
It's double duty time for the part of Tim's brain that processes physical and touch sensations. The feeling of the hand wrapped around the penis,
as it masturbates him is understood well enough. The other thing, feeling boy parts pressing into his face is very different from that of a
girl doing the same. With Muffy, Tim could feel the legs on the sides of his face, a chasm or void in the middle which is filled by his face. His
nose is like an appendage that seeks the empty space between the legs, seeks entrance into the crevices and rift valley of Muffy's unseen girl
parts. With a boy it's the opposite. There is a fleshy protrusion that bumps his mouth and nose, and there is a very different type of aroma that
wafts off of a boy's cotton underpants. The muskiness is of a different sort. Fortunately, the cotton briefs that Biff has on are a lot drier.
Regardless of who is riding what, whose hand is jerking on him, Tim is close to the point of no return. Even though he is pretending to be
unconscious, his body is responding and about to do things he can't stop from happening. Never before has he had so much attention, so much
touching on his body. He also can imagine the suffocation process, the cutting off of his air as the bulge in the briefs closes off his nostrils as
Biff does the bump n grind.
Auto-erotic Asphyxiation is a term Tim never heard before, the gaining of sexual gratification through the process of near fatal suffocation
or strangulation. He nevertheless is gaining a newbies understanding of it. His body spasms, his cock gets even more stiff and he won't last
much longer. Biff is whooping it up like he's a real cowboy breaking a bucking bronco, whoops and hollers as he rides his mount.
Muffy is making her own vocal sounds, "Come out come out wherever you are. I've never seen a boy do his thing. I love how hard you are. You're
getting even more red down here. This thing is pounding in my hand. Biff's dick never did anything like this."
The bedroom door swings open, but none of the kids hear it. Both Muffy and Biff are talking too much, talking too loudly. Tim can barely
hear any words at all. His mind is under the control of trying to remain in the "Dead" state, while he tries to hold off on what his body is
about to do of its own free will. It's not going to be his fault if he spurts a big load, and he just realized that his dick is aimed at the backside
of the riding cowboy. The cowboy is about to be shot in the back, that is if his gun goes off. With all that on his mind, Tim also does not
hear the bedroom door opening. It was as silent as the swinging doors to a saloon.
"Okay kiddoes...what the hell is going on here!?"
Chapter 15. Best Way to Die?
It was a question that was stunning in its implications. "If you could die, how would you like it to happen?"
Tim never mentioned anything about his morbid interests to anyone, not a word about his fascination with macabre settings such a tombs and
crypts and graveyards, never said a word to anyone about his desire to tune out the world of the living, as he imagined himself to be dead.
Lots of times Tim had conjured up all sorts of situations where he was at a funeral, and the funeral was for himself. When Tim faked his own
funeral in his mind, he rarely thought about what it was that put him into the coffin to begin with.
"I um...um..." Tim has some trouble getting his thoughts unjumbled. "I ah...I suppose I would go with asphyxiation."
"Asphyx ass what?" Biff questions.
"Sorry. Fancy word. Uh, I mean sort of like suffocation. I don't want something that hurts. I sure don't want to get burned. That fucking
hurts. I'm too scared of heights to imagine jumping off a building. Getting bit by a vampire and becoming one is really cool, but that is
all fiction for movies." Tim paused as the two kids stare at him with rapt attention. "I guess being smothered would be a good way to go, but
even that is sort of scary. Waterboarding would be horrible...but smothered by a pillow would be painless and fairly fast. I guess I'd have
to go with getting smothered."
Tim sees Muffy's face brighten up, like she just conceived of a fabulous idea. Before she got into acting on something Tim needed to slow
her down,
"But just for fun as a fake way to die. I don't mean it for real. You know that."
Muffy comes closer, and she grabs Tim's bandaged right hand. "Yeah...I think I know what you mean. I know how we can do this in a pretend
way. I'm sure you will like it. Now lie down on the floor. Lie on your back. I'm going to smother you. Go along with it. Struggle a bit, but
not too hard. Don't spoil the fun."
Not sure where this is headed, Timothy lies down on the rug at the center of the room where he can stretch out all the way. The floor feels
slightly cool on his hot skin. The rug is not a thick type, so it does feel a bit hard rather than a soft bed. Things get heated up when Muffy
straddles Tim across his chest, sort of like getting into a wrestling position to hold a boy down. Biff comes closer, kneeling down next to Tim's
left side.
"What are you gonna do?" Biff asks, which is the same question in Tim's mind. What is that girl about to do?
Muffy grabs Tim's arms by the wrist. she yanks them upward and flat on the ground. Muffy pushes her body forward to where her knees are
across the arms, pinning Tim in the Schoolboy wrestling hold.
"You've been a naughty boy, Timmy. "You been looking at me in my underwear and got turned on, got a boner. Only bad boys pop boners by
peeping at younger girls. But I caught you, Timmy. And now you will be punished."
Tim catches on to where this is going. This is a roleplay, a pretense of a situation. He's been caught being a peeping tom, and now the
girl is going to make him pay. The game is afoot, and it promises to be fun.
"Me?...It's not my fault. I didn't know that was the window to your room, Muffy. My mistake." Tim protests being held down, going along
with the game.
"Your mistake? You climbed into my room naked by mistake? Hey Biff. Squeeze this guy's dick and tell me what you feel."
Without any hesitation, Biff grabs the erection, giving it a couple of strong squeezes. A jolt of energy flows through Tim's body, he feels
a tremor run through him, and goose bumps form on large sections of his body. Muffy had touched him lightly when she buttered up his crotch,
but now his boner is being squeezed and tugged on by Biff? Holy Bat Shit...that is a bizarre twist.
"This thing feels real hard, sister. This pervert was staring at your little boobies. He was drooling at seeing your panties. You should do
something about that. Make him pay."
Muffy glances over at her brother, whose hand is still wrapped around the erection. "You can let go of it now...and I don't have little boobies,
little brother."
With Tim lying on the floor, Muffy straddling him while leaning forward, he has a close-up view of Muffy's chest. The bra is small, the two
mounds barely push outward. There is a hint of pointy nipples showing, but the overall appearance is that of small boobies. The whole thing
looks funny and ridiculous, and Tim is about to laugh. He opens his mouth to laugh when Muffy suddenly slides her lower body forward.
The girl's panty covered crotch is shoved onto Tim's face. His mouth being open, he feels the cottony material up against his lips and tongue.
The cloth of the panties is slightly damp, or is that his own saliva that got slathered on there?
"Ohhh, cool. Crotch him. I get it now. Smother him big sister."
So this is how Muffy planned to kill him, to smother him to death using her own body, specifically her panties clad pussy. Muffy giggles as she
begins to grind her panties against Tim's mouth and nose. Amazingly, the tip of his nose could detect the presence of a vertical slit, a groove
behind the cotton cloth.
Humping and thrusting like a lap dance girl, Muffy rides Tim's face like a saddle. Pressing harder and more firmly, it does cut off some of
Tim's ability to breath normally. His heartbeat is pounding. His need for air increased by the added excitement. Tim struggles against the
crotching. He pushes upward with the arms, but he can't lift the girl up and off of him. Tim writhes side to side, trying to toss the girl off,
but the only thing that gets tossed back and forth is his erection as it slides back and forth across his tummy.
"Mmmphhh...Grommphhh..." is all Tim can get out, and he can go along with the game by slowing his movements down, showing weakness due
to asphyxiation, as the lack of oxygen sets in and his muscles lose their strength. Tim slows down and he barely moves.
As he slows down, Tim becomes more aware of his mouth and nose. Having slowed down he can focus on his senses. His sense of smell detects
something new, a scent never inhaled before. Do all girls smell this way down there? Do all girls get moist panties when they play these games?
The wetness level of the cotton underwear is a lot more than when this face crotching began.
Just as Tim though he would go completely limp and fake unconsciousness, Muffy suddenly slips off of his body.
"Your turn, Biffy boy. You have to smother him too."
Squinting his eyes open, just a slit, Tim looks over at Biff. The younger boy looks a little surprised.
"You want me to face crotch him? Just like you did?"
"Yes brother. Ride Timmy's face like a cowboy. While you do that I'm going to play with his handgun. It's bigger than I thought. Does it fire big
bullets? Let's find out."
This is crazy, it's horrible. Not being able to choose what happens, or make changes in this simulation, Tim can only play along and pretend
to be passed out. He closes his eyes, and soon he feels two types of physical actions taking place. He feels the body of Biff straddling his chest,
pressing his underwear clad crotch into his face. At the same time he feels a hand wrap around his dick again, and it slowly begins to squeeze
and massage.
It's double duty time for the part of Tim's brain that processes physical and touch sensations. The feeling of the hand wrapped around the penis,
as it masturbates him is understood well enough. The other thing, feeling boy parts pressing into his face is very different from that of a
girl doing the same. With Muffy, Tim could feel the legs on the sides of his face, a chasm or void in the middle which is filled by his face. His
nose is like an appendage that seeks the empty space between the legs, seeks entrance into the crevices and rift valley of Muffy's unseen girl
parts. With a boy it's the opposite. There is a fleshy protrusion that bumps his mouth and nose, and there is a very different type of aroma that
wafts off of a boy's cotton underpants. The muskiness is of a different sort. Fortunately, the cotton briefs that Biff has on are a lot drier.
Regardless of who is riding what, whose hand is jerking on him, Tim is close to the point of no return. Even though he is pretending to be
unconscious, his body is responding and about to do things he can't stop from happening. Never before has he had so much attention, so much
touching on his body. He also can imagine the suffocation process, the cutting off of his air as the bulge in the briefs closes off his nostrils as
Biff does the bump n grind.
Auto-erotic Asphyxiation is a term Tim never heard before, the gaining of sexual gratification through the process of near fatal suffocation
or strangulation. He nevertheless is gaining a newbies understanding of it. His body spasms, his cock gets even more stiff and he won't last
much longer. Biff is whooping it up like he's a real cowboy breaking a bucking bronco, whoops and hollers as he rides his mount.
Muffy is making her own vocal sounds, "Come out come out wherever you are. I've never seen a boy do his thing. I love how hard you are. You're
getting even more red down here. This thing is pounding in my hand. Biff's dick never did anything like this."
The bedroom door swings open, but none of the kids hear it. Both Muffy and Biff are talking too much, talking too loudly. Tim can barely
hear any words at all. His mind is under the control of trying to remain in the "Dead" state, while he tries to hold off on what his body is
about to do of its own free will. It's not going to be his fault if he spurts a big load, and he just realized that his dick is aimed at the backside
of the riding cowboy. The cowboy is about to be shot in the back, that is if his gun goes off. With all that on his mind, Tim also does not
hear the bedroom door opening. It was as silent as the swinging doors to a saloon.
"Okay kiddoes...what the hell is going on here!?"
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