Chapter 8
Timmy spluttered over a mouthful of roast venison when Sissy's bare foot pressed against his bulging crotch and started wriggling over his never-ending erection. His horny young cock had been as stiff as a poker ever since he started drinking and now, as he sat eating in the huge dining room he had undone the top of his pants under the pressure on his rampant young cock.
For a moment, he looked into his plate, motionless and semi-stunned from the thrilling surprise of the gorgeous brunette's sexy gesture. How could she have possibly known that he had an hard-on and that it was sticking halfway out of his pants?
The sensuous brunette sat opposite the boy at the long table. Lawrence Fenwick sat at the head of the table, his eyes glazing from his fifth drink. Another older man sat on the host's left, Kandy on his right. At the far end of the table Ron had his friends Jacky and another girl Joannie on either side, and Sissy and Timmy were opposite in the middle. Large candlesticks on the table and on a sideboard provided the only light as Dixon served the food and drinks.
From experience she knew that the drinks would keep the two little virgin guests in a state of continuous near orgasm-so she didn't have to look under the table to see if he had an erection. She was pleasantly surprised, however, to discover with her exploring toes that his young penis, hard and throbbing to her touch, was protruding part of the way out of his pants. How she would like to look at it under the table? She could drop her napkin but the light was probably not strong enough to see under the draped tablecloth. The banquet was now quite something, she decided.
It would be a new experience, to have a young body cum into her toes.
Timmy was further stimulated by his position at the table, sitting beside Kandy on his left and Joannie on his right, the three girls wearing see-through dresses which even in the candlelight showed their breasts and more clearly, their nipples, all of which were standing out as rigidly as teats on a baby bottle. He wished he were close enough to Kandy so that his sister's cunt would be near enough for him to touch.
He was so goddamned horny, and he could only blame Sissy for his embarrassing state, her sucking his cock like that and she and Kandy doing a striptease-his sister was almost three feet away despite the fact that she was sitting next to him on that side of the table. He was beginning to forget that Kandy existed-that anyone else in the world existed except himself and a beautiful sexy girl called Sissy whose tits were roundly uptilted and soft with pink nipples that stood out invitingly to be licked, sucked and nibbled.
With what he hoped was an unobtrusive movement he quickly pushed his linen napkin down over his cock and her sensually caressing foot. He was cumming and at the dinner table. Oh Jesus!
He lowered his head, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, yet his body shook with the spasms of his orgasm his spurts of hot viscous fluid shooting up into the napkin and running down into Sissy's toes.
Kandy looked at her brother with concern. The kid's face was flushed red and he was pressing his hand down on his belly.
"Are you all right, Timmy?" she asked. He nodded "Don't drink any more," she admonished. He shook his head, not daring to look her in the face.
His highly aroused sister continued to pick at her venison with a fork in one hand while her other hand remained under the tablecloth, buried between her thighs, her fingers continuing to maintain the near-orgasm. She was, she told herself, in heaven. If Timmy were close enough he could play with her-it was so boring, avoiding the foot of the dirty old man sitting opposite and an occasional grope under the table from Lawrence Fenwick. She had tried to sit next to Ron when he entered the dining room only Fenwick led her by the hand to sit as guest of honor.
Sissy shot a knowing look at her brother unable to resist the temptation to let him know that she had embarrassed the young virgin boy and Ron quickly summed up the situation when he saw Timmy staring fixedly at his food, his hand underneath the table. Her brother smiled at her and raised his eyebrows as if to say: Not again, Sissy!
The sexy brunette slumped back in her chair, amused and stimulated more than she had expected by the innocent boy shooting off into her toes under the table. She left her bare foot there between his legs as he slowly, surreptitiously wiped away his cum with his napkin, then reached down to caress her ankle.
"Cheers, darling," she murmured huskily across the table, lifting her glass.
During the rest of the meal he felt down to her foot and slid his hand along the calf doing it several times, and she continued to press her foot against his cock until it got hard again, her toes wriggling around the head of it and tantalizing the glans. When everyone rose to go to the study for coffee, Timmy dropped the sticky napkin on the floor and stuffed his pulsating pubescent member stiffly up into his pants.