House

"Oh I ought to have an apartment like yours," said Gwen. I'd been
staring at her house, and apparently she'd been reading my thoughts:
kind of big for just Gwen.

"It's lovely, and it *is* nice to have your privacy," I replied,
politely. It was a typical old city house, certainly dating from before
World War II, possibily a hundred years old. But it *was* an attractive
house, looking well kept.

"Well, I don't know about the *privacy* part. Would you like to see
it?" I'd been dropping her off after our shopping. I wasn't in any
hurry, so I glanced at her to assure myself she really would be happy
to have me in.

"Oh, sure, I'd *love* to," I replied, judging that she wasn't just
being polite.

"Oh, good! We can have tea."

Tea. It *would* be pleasant just to sit and talk some more. Gwen and I
seemed to be on the same wavelength, and sometimes I felt we could just
talk forever. I turned off the engine and followed her in.

"I *did* tell you that I rent out some rooms," she said as we
approached the porch. That's kind of interesting. I wondered what that
would be like. She *was* somewhat close to the university. A couple of
graduate students, or maybe an instructor or two?

The living room was nicely done, the furniture wasn't new or anything,
but the room felt comfortable and she had knickknacks around that,
well, if not like I'd choose, they were nice enough. A *man* walked
into the living room as soon as I'd gotten a look.

"Hi, Ms. Sanders," he said. Well, he was a boy, actually. I judged him
to be twenty or so. He looked happy to see Gwen, and stood there in
front of us.

"This is Jimmy," Gwen said to me, then turned to him: "Hi Jimmy, this
is Ms. Billings. We were shopping and she just stopped in for a little
while."

"Hi Ms. Billings," then clearly addressing both of us, he said "Come in
the kitchen: I'll make you tea."

"Why thank you, Jimmy," she answered. I must say I was a bit surprised:
this Jimmy seemed more polite and obliging than *anyone* I remembered
running across in a long time. We followed him through the living room.
"He *is* just a doll," said Gwen to me as we followed him, again
evidently reading my thoughts. He took us through a dining room and
into the kitchen. Gwen and I sat at a nice kitchen table and Jimmy
started heating water and getting out tea.

"We have Earl Gray, Constant Comment, and some flavored varieties," he
volunteered, holding a couple of boxes.

"Any preference?" Gwen asked.

They all sounded good to me, but naturally I had to say something:
"Constant Comment sounds good." I looked at Jimmy turning to work. He
was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and was barefoot. Average height,
but looking fit and his face was nice. Kind of a hunk, really.
Definitely an undergraduate. *Gwen living with a hunky kid!*

Another man came in the back door. Well, a *boy*, if you want to call
him that. "Hi, Ms. Sanders," he said and Gwen ended up introducing him
as Billy before he sailed on by.

Gwen renting rooms to college boys! It was the last thing I would have
guessed: they seemed *real* nice and it was easy to imagine it would be
very pleasant if you got the right tenants, but still, it was amazing
to me. Then Jimmy was bringing the tea over.

"Need anything else?" he asked, standing there, like a waiter, for
God's sake.

"Thank you very much," I said.

"No, thank you Jimmy, that'll be all," Gwen added. Jimmy went out the
back door.

I looked at Gwen and I know my face was registering amusement. "Like my
boys?" she asked, obviously picking up on my thoughts.

"Are they the sons you never had?" I asked.

"Oh, they're just dolls, every one of them," she answered.

"How many do you rent to?" I found myself asking. I didn't want to be
nosey, but curiosity had caught me up.

"Nine right now," she answered.

"Nine!? Oh, I'm sorry," I said, feeling embarrassed at the way I'd
blurted out. She giggled.

"Like them? Wouldn't you want lots of 'em around?" She had a very sly
look on her face.

"Well, do you have much privacy?" I asked.

"Oh, we're like a big, happy family. I'd hate living in a big house
like this if it were all empty." She was right about that: the house
was quite generous.

"I'd think they'd be coming in and out all night: do they bring friends
over?"

"Well I have to say they're very nice to me: they're very considerate
about not being out too late or making too much noise. Want to see the
rest of the house?" I assented, and then followed her back toward the
front hall. "Their girlfriends are such *nice* girls: I don't mind
having them over." We'd reached the stairs and a boy was coming down.
"Randy's girlfriend Jenny is *really nice*, isn't she, Randy?"

"Yes Ma'am," he answered. He went on back toward the kitchen and we
started up the stairs. At the top was a hallway and several bedroom
doors. The hall had a nice, if old oriental carpet and an old chest and
was quite attractive.

"How do you keep things so neat with all these males around?" I
ventured. Yes, I'd had brothers.

"Oh, I told you, they are nice boys. Come see one of the bedrooms." We
peeked in the room: it had two beds in it and was in perfect order. I
heard footsteps behind us and glanced back to see a boy walking by
dressed only in underpants! He disappeared into the bathroom, glanced
at us and shut the door, but I stood there in shock, staring at the
shut door.

"Oh, that was Stewart," said Gwen. "We're casual about dress here."

"I should say so!" I replied. Someone was coming up the stairs: it was
Randy.

"The boys don't mind if I see, do you, Randy?" The bathroom door opened
again, and Stewart walked back to his room, still in his underpants:
briefs in fact, and they certainly showed his bulge!

"No Ma'am, Ms. Sanders," Randy replied and he walked into the room we
had just peeked into.

"He *is* cute, isn't he?" she said to me, in a lower voice. We were
just looking at him through the door. He certainly was hunky: muscular
looking and a cute face. "Come here," she added, walking into Randy's
room. I just followed. Randy, who had been doing something at a desk in
the corner turned around and looked at us inquiringly.

"Randy, take off your shirt and show Ms. Billings your chest." I had to
catch myself to keep from gasping.

"Sure, Ms. Sanders," he said, and started pulling his tee-shirt off! I
just stood there watching, not believing what I was seeing. Soon he was
right in front of us, his bare chest exposed. She put her hand on it
softly, then looked at me, smiling.

"Nice, isn't it?"

"Uh, yuh," I kind of mumbled.

"Go ahead, touch it," she said. I didn't move a muscle, then she took
my hand and quickly put it on his chest. My heart was beating like it
was going to jump out of my own chest. It wasn't just that he was
handsome, it was just the *audacity* of the whole thing! "You have a
nice chest, don't you Randy?"

"Thank you, Ms. Sanders." He was so cheerful about it!

"You don't mind showing it off for me, do you?"

"No, Ms. Sanders." She sat on the bed that was behind us, and managed
to get me to do it, too.

"They're really nice about it: don't mind a bit," she added. "Take off
your shorts for Ms. Billings, Randy."

"Gwen!" I said, suddenly shocked. He started doing it, without a word.

"Oh, he doesn't mind," she answered. And there he was, standing in just
his underpants! I tried not to stare at the bulge. "Come here, Randy."
He approached closer. This was getting too wild. Then she reached up to
the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down to his knees! Then she
grinned at me. "He's got a nice penis too, doesn't he?"

"Gwen!"

"Oh, relax, he doesn't mind, do you Randy?"

"No, Ms. Sanders."

"He really is a nice boy," and she took his cock in fingers and lifted
it! I don't see penises that often, but it looked big to me, though not
hard at all. She held it one way and another, then pushed his testicles
sideways a little with her other hand, letting them swing. "Here, see
what it feels like," she said.

"Gwen, no."

"Oh, come on," she said, and took my hand and put his cock in it. I
stood there, like a statue, with that boy's cock laying in my hand.
"It's nice and big, isn't it?" I didn't answer. "Oh, don't worry, the
boys don't mind, do you Randy?"

"No Ma'am." It was weird. I ended up lifting it up and encircling it
with my fingers. The last thing I ever expected to be doing. "He does
have a nice one. And Jenny certainly agrees, doesn't she Randy?"

"I hope so, Ma'am."

There had been footsteps on the stairs and I'd quickly withdrawn my
hands, dropping his cock back to its normal position. "It's nice when
it's erect, too," added Gwen. And someone walked in the room!

It was Jimmy who had made us tea. He didn't react at all to us, just
walked over to his closet and got out some sneakers. "Show us how you
make it erect, Randy," Gwen went on!

"Yes, Ma'am," he responded, ever polite, and he put his hand around his
cock and started stroking it back and forth!

"And his *behind* is nice, too; turn around and show us, Randy."

"Yes, Ma'am," and he turned, still stroking his cock! She immediately
had her hands on his buns, cupping them. They *were* rather good
looking. Then she ran her finger up the crack of his rear, pressing in,
then gave me a knowing little smile.

"So how did you get such a cute little rear?" Gwen asked him.

"I don't know. Thank you Ma'am!" He was still stroking.

"OK, show us that hard penis!" He turned and she got him to stop when
he was sideways to us. It was somewhat erect, sticking out on an angle.
She smiled at me, then lightly touched the underside. It jumped a
little. Then she gave his rear a playful little pat.

"They all have cute rears, but I think Randy's is the best and I'll bet
Jenny agrees with me. Jimmy," she said turning toward Jimmy who was
tying his sneakers. "Come over here."

He jumped right up and came over: "yes Ma'am."

"Take off your clothes for Ms. Billings."

He didn't answer, but quickly pulled off his sneakers that he had just
been putting on as well as his shorts, tee-shirt, and underpants.
"Jimmy has a nice penis too," she said as soon as it was visible. He
was standing right next to Randy. "Make it hard for us, Jimmy."

"Yes, Ms. Sanders." He stroked it and I watched it grow.

"Randy, go get the K.Y. jelly," she said then. He was off out the door!
And back in a few seconds with a tube.

"This is *really* cute," Gwen said privately to me. Jimmy was still
stroking his cock which was getting harder and harder. She had the tube
in her hand and was opening it.

"OK, turn around, Randy, and keep your penis erect."

"Yes Ma'am," and he stood there, his buns to us, stroking himself. She
started putting the jelly in the crack of his rear! She pushed gobs of
it in! Then she told Jimmy to stop stroking himself and she spread it
over his cock!

"OK, Randy, lean over the bed," and he leaned over it, resting on his
straight arms. "OK, Jimmy, put your penis in his rear."

"Yes, Ma'am," and he got behind Randy and started guiding his penis in.

"You see a cute rear like Randy's and you just *have* to see *this*,
don't you?" she said to me. That really wasn't what I would have
thought of!

"Are they gay?" I asked. Duh.

"Do you like having the penis in your rear, Randy?" Gwen asked.

"No Ma'am."

"They're just nice boys. They really are obliging. And do you like
putting your penis in Randy's rear, Jimmy?"

"No, Ms. Sanders."

"So why do you do it, Jimmy?"

"For you, Ms. Sanders. I don't mind."

"Do you like girls, Jimmy?"

"Oh, yes, Ms. Sanders."

"Now come for me, Jimmy."

"Yes, Ms. Sanders." He started moving harder, and Gwen reached over and
started stroking Randy's partially hard cock.

"How does that feel, Randy?"

"It's OK, Ma'am."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Does it make you feel filled up?" She still casually stroked his cock.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Why, Randy?"

"I... you made me hard, Ma'am."

"Well, we wouldn't want to mess up the bed, would we?"

"No, Ma'am." Suddenly, she leaned over and took his cock in her mouth!
She kept stroking him, and Jimmy kept pumping in. Soon, it looked to me
like they were both coming. Gwen just kept her head on his cock, and I
could see her swallowing. Then she sat up and looked at me, smiling.
Jimmy had withdrawn his cock, which was softer now.

"Did you like that, Randy?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Even with the penis in you?"

"It was OK."

"OK, you two go to the bathroom and clean up," she said. They left and
she picked up their clothes and carefully laid them on the bed, and
smoothed the bed where he had been sitting. "Let's go see the rest of
the house," she said, "and you have to stay for dinner."

"Uh, I don't know..."

"Oh, listen," she said. "You don't have to be embarrassed: they really
don't mind. You heard them say so."

"Gwen, this is weird.'

"Come on, you took me shopping; I'm going to feed you."

"Uh..."

"Oh, come now. You watched them play for us; what's a little dinner?
I'm not going to let up until you agree!"

I was in a bind. Even though I'd stood there watching, it was too much:
I needed to get out. Randy and Jimmy came back into the room and
started dressing. "Boys, tell Ms. Billings she simply has to stay for
dinner."

"OK, I'll stay!" I said, a little hasty. I don't know what made me
suddenly give in, but I felt nervous about continuing the conversation
with the boys. They were both dressed.

"Jimmy, are you going out?" Gwen asked. He'd put on his sneakers again.

"I was planning on it, but if you wish, I could stay."

"That's all right, Jimmy, run along. It's your class isn't it? I don't
want you boys to miss your classes!"

"Yes, Ms. Sanders," he answered and headed down the stairs.

"Oh, and Randy: could you show Ms. Billings the rest of the house? I'd
better check on our supper plans."

"Yes Ma'am."

"And Randy, I'd like you to do anything Ms. Billings wishes."

"Yes Ma'am."

Then she said to me in a low voice: "He licks wonderfully," and she was
gone. And I was left there alone with Randy, standing there.

"Do you want me to lick you?" asked Randy.

"Uh, no! I'd better be going," I answered, deciding I shouldn't have
said anything about staying.

"If you'd prefer, I can just show you the rest of the house," he said.

"No, that's OK," I said quickly, and started downstairs. Gwen was at
the bottom.

"Supper's about ready," she said, a bright smile on her face.

"Well, thanks for having me..." I started.

"Nonsense! You're staying for supper. And you've got to meet Jenny."

"Some other time. I have to..." But I didn't finish. The front door
opened, and in came two young women.

"Here they are now!" said Gwen. She was looking excited, like a child
at Christmas or something. I thought she'd clap her hands next. "This
is Jenny, and you must be Carla!" Jenny was attractive, with a thin
face, wavy (almost frizzy) brown hair reaching her shoulders, and a
slender build. The girl she guessed was Carla was black and similar to
Jenny in height and build. They were both in jeans and sleeveless tops
and both looked like very pleasant young women.

"Yes, Ms. Sanders," said Jenny.

"How do you do, Ms. Sanders?" added Carla.

"Why fine, thank you. You're such a lovely girl; Jenny has told us so
much about you." Carla looked a little surprised, but didn't say
anymore. "And this is my good friend, Ms. Billings," she added.

"Hello Ms. Billings, it's so nice to meet you," said Jenny.

"Yes..." added Carla, a little uncertainly. She looked a little
confused.

"Well, the boys say dinner is ready!" chimed in Gwen again, "so let's
get it while it's hot." I found myself walking in with them.

The dining table was huge and I found myself sitting with a bunch of
boys: at least eight. At least three more were serving. I sat next to
Carla. Besides her and Jenny, there was one more girl, whose name was
Brenda and who had short blond hair and, well, a big chest.

Dinner was a feast, and was quite pleasant even if the conversation
seemed stilted. Gwen would say something, and whoever she was
addressing would say "Yes, Ms. Sanders" or "Yes Ma'am". Carla, sitting
next to me mentioned it.

"This is so strange," she said to me in a low voice. I looked at her
inquiringly. "The way they all talk," she added. "You're the only one
who seems sane. Jenny isn't usually this way."

I stumbled a little on what to respond, but finally came out with: "I
know what you mean: Gwen just invited me in, and I was leaving when you
came."

"I think I'd like to go, but Jenny drove and I know she means to stay."

"I can drive you back: to school?"

"That would be great: I'm in Smith Dorm."

"Let's leave as soon as dinner is over."

"Oh, thanks! You're a life saver!"

We didn't talk anymore about it, but we caught each others' eye a bit
when Jenny or one of the others came out with a polite, but flat,
robot-like response.

After dinner, I was sitting in the living room. Carla had gone upstairs
to the bathroom, and after looking at a magazine for a while, I
realized she'd been up there a long time: twenty minutes or more! I
looked around: a couple of the boys were sitting in the room, studying.
Earlier, I'd heard the sounds of cleanup from dinner, but that had
settled down. Everyone had left me pretty much alone, which was fine,
but I began to wonder about Carla.

Finally, I wandered up the stairs. Once I reached the upstairs hall, I
realized that the bathroom door was wide open and the bathroom was
empty! I glanced around: the bedroom doors were also open and there was
no one around.

Except for one door: it looked like it might be a bedroom door. I
didn't hear anything so I quietly tapped on it.

"Carla?" I asked quietly. No answer. I cautiously opened the door.

Randy and Jenny were standing in there. "Oh, I'm sorry," I gulped, and
started to back out.

"No, wait!" Jenny responded, coming my way. And Randy was over in a
flash and grabbed my upper arm. Not really hard, but I didn't want to
pull away. "Come on in, Ms. Billings," added Jenny. I realized that her
*no, wait* had had more expression in her voice than anything she'd
said so far, but now her voice was that same flat politeness.

"Uh, have you seen Carla?" I asked.

"No, Ms. Billings," Jenny replied. She then proceeded to shut the door,
and then locked it with an old-fashioned key, and put the key in her
pocket!

I stared. As soon as she'd done that, Randy let go of me.

"You stay here with us, Ms. Billings," said Jenny, "Ms. Sanders told us
to entertain you." I stared at her but didn't say anything.

She approached Randy and looked up at his face for a moment. Then she
started unbuttoning his shirt. He just stood there, looking down at her
while she did it. When she had it unbuttoned and pulled out of his
jeans, she undid the front of his jeans, then untied his sneakers.

"Take off your shirt," she said to him. Once again, her voice didn't
have that flat politeness she'd been using before: she almost sounded
*angry* at him. He immediately took it off.

"And the tee-shirt." He did it. And she kept naming articles of
clothing and he kept taking them off until he was standing there,
entirely naked. Then she walked around him and gave his rear a hard
slap. She looked at me and giggled and said: "A cute boytoy, eh, Ms.
Billings?" She had this sly look. He just stood there, looking straight
ahead.

"On your knees," she said. Her voice now actually sounded harsh. He was
immediately kneeling. She walked over to me and gave me a smile.
Something about her look made me nervous.

"OK, let's do it," she said, still looking right at me. Then suddenly
she was behind me, holding me. And then Randy was kneeling right in
front of me, undoing *my* pants!

Then he had them down and my underpants down and was licking me! I was
pulled into leaning against Jenny who had her arms tightly around me.
Then she was taking my blouse off!

Then he stopped! I realized I was completely naked, Jenny holding me
standing.

"OK, on the bed," she said. Immediately he lay on the bed, face down.
Jenny shifted to my side and walked me to the bed. We looked down at
Randy's back and rear. "Want to touch it?" asked Jenny, as we stood
there. I didn't say anything and we ended up just standing there. "OK,
turn over," she finally said and Randy turned himself over. His cock
stood straight up.

"Want to ride that thing?" Jenny whispered in my ear. I just stared at
it. Then she was at the night stand and came back with K.Y. Jelly and
covered his cock with it.

"OK, up on the bed," she told me. "Stand over him." She literally
climbed up to standing on it, pulling me up with her. She positioned us
so we were both straddling him, me standing right over his cock. She
stood in front of me, facing me, over his head. We just stood there and
she took off her clothes.

I stared at her body. "OK, down you go," she said, and started pressing
down on my shoulders. I murmured a *no* or something. I started getting
down on my knees: she was pressing harder and harder. "I'll bet it's
been a while," she said. Then I was kneeling, right over his cock. She
took it in her hand and held it straight up. "OK, do it," she said.
When I didn't move, she just sat there, waiting me out.

"It's waiting for you," she said in a whisper. She was kneeling over
him, facing me, still straddling his head. I lowered myself. I felt it
touch. She started feeling me, and positioned it. "Now, down!" she
said, a little louder than a whisper. It was touching me, ready to go
in. I was scared to do it but the feeling of it touching me like that
was too much. She smiled at me. She knew what it felt like. "Feels
good, doesn't it?" she said, proving the point.

"Yes!" I said, and started to lower myself. It was going in exactly
right. *Exactly right* isn't the word: it was driving me crazy!

"You are *very* patient," she said. "I'd be bouncing like crazy by this
time." Then she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, hard. And
pushed me all the way down.

Then she broke the kiss. I was bouncing, getting it to go in and out.
And I realized that she'd finally lowered herself right on his face. I
could see that he was doing something, and she was suddenly not looking
at me at all, but up above my head.

Then suddenly, she seemed to 'come to', and gave me another sly grin,
and grabbed my breasts. She touched them and fingered my nipples. I
still bounced up and down on his cock. Then she leaned over and tried
to get one of my breasts in her mouth. She managed to lick it a couple
of times.

Then she grabbed my head, stopping my bouncing, and pulled me into
another kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth. Then her lips were at my ear
and she whispered "Come, you little slut!" Then she was kneeling
upright again, but her fingers darted to my clitoris and started
fiddling with it.

I couldn't take it. I bounced and bounced and came and came. I watched
her clamp her thighs harder over his face, and she got that far-away
look again, and I could tell she was coming too.

Then we were in a heap. The three of us on the bed. I found myself on
one side of Randy, with Jenny on the other. None of us moved.

I'd lain there a while and no one had moved. Then it was like I'd *come
to*: I wondered how I'd allowed this all to happen! I got up and looked
for my clothes.

I couldn't find them! I would have sworn they'd have been right on the
floor. I looked some more. The two of them, were still lying on the
bed, snuggling. I thought maybe they were both asleep.

I was in a panic. Where were my clothes? I found a bathrobe and put it
on. Then I looked in Jenny's jeans and found the key. I unlocked the
door and peeked out.

I didn't know what to do. I went out in the hall, no real plan having
come to mind. I explored the hall a bit more, and found that another
door was to a back staircase! I went down. It came out in a little hall
next to the kitchen. No one was in the kitchen, but another staircase
to the basement was there, and I heard talking down there. I quietly
went down.

There were a bunch of them there. Carla was standing in the middle of
the room, naked, and one of the boys was kneeling in front of her, also
naked, his face right to her. Another naked boy was standing right
behind her, almost pushing her into the kneeling boy. She didn't look
at me even though she was generally facing my way: she just had this
distant expression.

Grace was down there too, sitting on a table watching them. She was
dressed in a blue one-piece swimsuit. She looked at me, and then hopped
off the table and walked over in her bare feet. "Isn't she doing
nicely?" she asked, standing next to me, facing Carla. I looked down at
Grace's hand. She was carrying a huge whip. And the basement: it had
stone walls, almost like a dungeon, but even more so: two of the other
boys *and* the other girl, Brenda, were all chained to the walls! They
were naked, chained flat, spread-eagled, facing the walls. I noticed
that they were all blindfolded.

"I think she's ready," Grace said. The kneeling boy stood up, and with
the boy who had been behind Carla, got on each side of her, and walked
her to another set of manacles on the wall. She just walked with them,
seemingly in a daze. When they got there, they started fastening her to
the wall like the others. Grace, who'd just watched them, started
swinging the whip around. "She'll do just fine," she said. I turned
around and ran up the stairs.

I reached the kitchen and still didn't know what to do. So I continued
up. The upstairs was deserted too, so I looked at the door that I'd
come out of. Randy and Jenny were probably still in there. I quietly
opened it.

They'd been lying on the bed, but both immediately sat up: "You left,"
said Jenny, sounding as if I were a complete traitor.

"I.. need my clothes," I said.

She stood up, but she came over and pulled on my arm. "Come back here,"
she said. I don't know why: I was so shaken, and she seemed so much
saner than I felt. I just followed her lead.

She took me back to the bed. Soon I found myself lying between them.
And naked again. She turned out the light by the bed and the room was
dark. In the dark, she pressed her body against mine and kissed me. And
I found myself on my side, sandwiched between them. I felt his cock
slip into me from behind. Afterwards, she turned around, and the three
of us spooned.

It was light and I awoke to find them sleeping soundly. I looked again
for my clothes and found nothing. I settled on the bathrobe and slipped
out, leaving them still sleeping.

In the kitchen, a couple of the boys were busy at the stove. Gwen was
there, and so was Carla. "Good morning: breakfast will be ready soon,"
said Gwen. "Do you want coffee?"

I spoke to Gwen in a low voice: "Gwen, I have to go. I can't find my
clothes."

"Nonsense! Not before breakfast! Say good morning to Ms. Billings,
Carla."

"Good morning, Ms. Billings." She had that flat, polite look and voice.
And she was dressed in a very short nightgown with matching panties.

"She's doing very nicely, isn't she?" said Gwen. "And she's so cute.
Show her your breasts Carla."

She lifted her nightgown to above her chest. I stared. Gwen reached
over and started fingering and pushing around one of her nipples. Then
the other. I stared as they grew hard. "Do you like this, Carla?" she
asked.

"I don't mind, Ms. Sanders," she answered. Gwen looked at me and grinned.