I was just 19 back in the mid-80s and on me way to football practice & called in at me best mate Dave's house. Turned out Dave wasn't in but had gone to Blackpool for the day with his fiancee, Jane. Maggie (late 40s) & Dave's mum, asked, 'Why not come in fer a cup o' tea anyway if you have time?' As I went into the living room and sat down on the sofa, there were Maggie's sister, Madge (mid 40s), Maggie's daughters, Chrissie (21) and Glenys (23) and Madge's daughter, Denise (18). They were all small, petite Northern, factory lassies & all chorused 'Hi'. Seeing my legs in footie shorts and socks, reversing the usual conventions, there were a few wolf whistles and Madge said. 'Oh, legs 11'. We all laughed & me a bit bashfully, as I started to blush. Being a bit shy and struggling with an attraction to males and females, I'd not had a lot of practice, & the ladies knew it. The whole street knew I was 19 and no sign of a regular girlfriend...

The 4 ladies, all wearing black tights and relaxing shoeless, went to help Maggie bring the teas in. From the kitchen, I could hear indistinct chatter, possibly whispering, then laughing & giggles and thought nothing of it when all five ladies came back in with smirks and lascivious smiles. Maggie said, 'The tea is just brewing, but we thought you might need & hand or two.'

I must've looked a bit non-plussed when, Maggie said, 'Come on girls', and, suddenly, the ladies pounced, laughing, got me of the couch & onto the floor, pinned me arms and legs and proceded to rapaciously strip me of me footie kit. I was no match for these ladies, who were experienced in stripping guys, as part of factory initations. Shirt, trainers, were ripped off & tossed aside unceremoniously, and catching a glimpse of me red y-fronts under me shorts, laughing, Chrissie gave me a wedgie, which felt tight and pleasantly painful around me balls. The ladies were laughing uproariously at my discomfort, as Maggie ripped off me footie shorts and threw them in thair air to leave me only in underpants & footie socks. Bent on seeing & owning some erect cock, Madge, laughed: 'He's gone as red as his undies', but the embarrassment added to the excitement and many hands began to rub my growing bulge and gently squeeze and tickle (with fingernails polished slutty, bright red) me full aching balls that felt fit-to-burst.

Horned up, I was still a bit scared, and managed to break free, but Maggie, all of 5 foot nothing, blocked my way, laughing: "You just can't go out like that, lad," and pushed me back & I fell to the floor again and was completely swamped by determined, voracious ladies. Resistance was futile. In a moment, me undies were ripped off and the ladies cheered at the sight of me in long black footie socks and a black thong whose limits were now being tested by a full erection and showed one of me goolies peeking out, which Madge impishly tickled to the delight of the others, who each had a tickle. Straddling me, Maggie ripped off me thong and held it jubiliantly in the air to cheers at my complete stiffy. She said, 'We'll keep this as a trophy." Meanwhile Madge took off one of me footie socks - holding her nose in a mock bad smell gesture - and said, 'Oh you blokes and yer whiffy feet'. I was clean, but it added to the humiliation of bringing a young buck to heel, & all of which increased the laughter. Having got me in this vulnerable position, just when the ladies thought they could laugh no more, Madge pulled on the footie sock, which made me get up and, pulling said sock, she dragged me along by my balls and each of the ladies slapped my bare buttocks and had a tickle of me cock & balls, as I was paraded in front of them.

Laughter subsiding a bit, the sock was released and I was pushed once again to the floor & the ladies began to get a bit more serious. I was so horned up and balls pleasantly aching, I needed no restraint, & was now putty in their expert hands and these assertive ladies knew and relished it. By now, with me in just one footie sock, the ladies had stripped down to an assortment of red or black lacy bras and matching crotchless panties. Madge sat on my face and commanded: "EAT AND LICK OR WE'LL BE WEARING YOUR BOLLOCKS FOR EARRINGS, LAD." As I ate like billy-o, as if my life, balls & manhood depended on it, Maggie started to tease and please my cock, focusing on the bellend and poked her tongue around and inside my thick, throbbing one-eyed snake, while the other ladies tickled and carressed my balls. Madge's juicy cunt came all over my lips and the other ladies took it in turns to make me lick pussy and jiggle their luscious pert tits and twiddle their chapel hatpeg nipples, 'til each lady came.... Sensing I was close, Maggie stopped eating on & sucking my bellend and took me into her expert hand and rapacioulsy wanked me 'til a tsunami of spunk was sprayed allover and the ladies gave me a cheer, as I was almost whimpering at being milked to within an inch of me life.

As we were all recovering in a post-cum haze, Madge said: "Quite a gentleman, ladies came first." 'Maggie said, to general laughter, 'Yes, quite a nice body, too. Shame about his undies.' The ladies kept me there, naked for 15-minutes and told me I could have my clothes back & leave only when they decided. They ordered me into the kitchen naked and to make & then serve tea to them.

After about another 10 minutes, Glenys' boyfriend, Carl (26, Italian-looking, chunky with thick, hairy legs) walked into the living room and, seeing us sipping tea, with me naked & his girlfriend and four other ladies in nowt but crotchless panties, his jaw-dropped. But the ladies didn't flinch or look embarrassed: 'What the fu_?' But, he didn't get to finish his sentence before the he was on the floor and the ladies were on top of him, with his girlfriend, Glenys, leading the attack. Ding, dong, schlong, round 2, I thought.

Again, expert hands quickly removed, shoes, shirt and kecks to cheers, as Carl tried to put up a struggle. The ladies laughed, as he broke free and tried to make a bolt for the door in nowt but his fancy purple, paisley-patterned pants but was soon overpowered by Glynis, Chrissie, Denise and Madge. Said pants went flying to reveal the biggest, fattest, stiffest cock ever in a thick bush of black hair and Chrissie said: 'You lucky girl, our Glynis. I know you said it was big, but this has to be seen to be believed.' Small, expert hands all over his wedding tackle, Carl was unable to offer any more resistance, as Glenys straddled him, started sucking his bellend while the others tickled and caressed his full balls. Looking on and getting horned up again, Maggie pushed me to the floor and made me eat juicy pussy while she wanked me with gusto using different rhythms but taking charge of my cock, again. Within a few minutes, Maggie had come in my face and made me spray again & Glenys had cum over Carl's face, as she wanked him til he sprayed, a heavy spunker, and all to the cheers of the other ladies helping out.

Exhausted, and after 15 minutes, Maggie's husband Ken (late 40s) came in from work... He didn't bat an eyelid at seeing 5 scantily clad ladies and two naked men in their living room & said, with mild frustration : 'Not again, Maggie. Give it a re_...' But before, he could finish his sentence... Ding, dong, sclong, round 3!

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