Chapter 5: An Oral Pentagon

At the end of the day I'm about to describe, I was tied up in the front closet for the the night. But I went there hard, raw, and frustrated, my body craving a dry orgasm with every fibre of my preadolescent being. My little cock was red and inflamed from the hours of constant stroking and sucking it underwent, but not once was I allowed to come.

My tongue was also a bit sore and raw from the many orgasms I licked my three cousins and my older sister into having, and also from the many hours of worshipping their bodies that I performed.

But as the house slave boy and sex toy, I was kept in total denial of release. This would be the basic strategy all summer, I would find, but here is how the first full day progressed as the four females had their way with me from the moment we finished lunch until deep into the dark wee hours of the night. We never left that hot, sweaty trailer for even a moment, and not a moment passed wherein someone wasn't having some sort of sex with another in our tightly packed, sweaty group of three girls, one woman, and me, the boy slave to them all.

I'd slept with my older cousin Martha, who was 29 and a sexy-slutty round blonde woman. Her daughter Tanya woke us up for lunch, and Martha had her come inside the bedroom. The door opened to admit my thirteen-year-old girl-cousin, who was a carbon-copy of her mother but at that younger age... blonde, wavy long hair, growing breasts already that pointed up to the ceiling in their firmness, cute slutty face, a little bit of attractive baby fat, and small feet with plump toes. Her younger sister was eleven, my age, and looked exactly the same way but had nothing but puffed nipples so far to go with her just-beginning-to-curve hips.

Tanya stepped into the room wearing nothing but her dingy bra and worn-thin cotton panties. She took note disinterestedly that I was tied by my ankle to her mother's bed, and that my little pre-pube cock stood four towering hard hairless inches in the air at attention. "Ma, it's lunchtime, what're we having?"

At this point, my sister Kaitlyn, also 13, and my other girl-cousin Lanya had stepped into the room behind Tanya. They covered their mouths and giggled as they saw that I was tied up naked and that Martha was sitting nude beside me on the bed and lightly stroking my little cock as she spoke with Tanya. Martha's huge breasts were enough of a view to keep my eleven-year-old dick hard. The stroking was unnecessary.

"What do you want for lunch?" retorted Tanya's mother as she kept stroking teasingly.

Tanya turned to Lanya and Kaitlyn. "What do you feel like having?"

They both shrugged. As I looked at the three girls, I realized that my older sister Kaitlyn was the prettiest. At thirteen, she was a bit slimmer, had better hair (her long, light-brown hair shone healthily all the way down to her hips. It was full and ruler-straight, but also soft.) Her breasts were round and beginning to fill, her skin had a golden tone to it, her face was brighter and fresher, and her blue eyes were more striking than even the pretty green eyes of my three blonde cousins. In addition, my sister had nicer feet in that they were shaped and arched more complexly, and a shade smaller than even the tiny white pretty feet of my three cousins.

"Well," I heard Martha say as she stopped stroking my engorged little penis, "Jamie here will go find something in the kitchen to make for us, and if we like it, maybe we'll let him even have some when we're done!"

I gawped at her as the girls cheered and paraded away. She simply uncuffed my ankle and told me to go into the kitchen and make lunch. She knelt close to my ear and whispered "Make lunch. You're the slave boy of the house. Deal with it. If we like it, we females will reward you, and if not..."

She left it at that. Off she went to the girls' room, and the four of them closed themselves behind the locked door as I wandered naked to the unfamiliar and totally cluttered kitchen.

I looked around as I stood in the center of the peeling linoleum floor. The refrigerator was old and scarred. I opened it and was reminded again that there was no electricity here. It was stuffed with pots and pans and towels and papers. I began to open cabinets. After some exploring, I was able to deduce some semblance of order as to where the canned and packaged foods were. I located cooking implements and serving implements. I found spices and powders and mixes. I found the dirty, grease-spotted gas stove. I figured out how to fire it up.

I whipped up one of my specialties. I cooked up two boxes of Kraft Mac and Cheese and made five peanut butter and fluff sandwiches. I served it all up on a couple of plates, put out bowls and forks, added a stack of McDonald's napkins I'd found in a drawer, and knocked on the girls' door.

"Come in!" yelled Lanya, so I turned the knob and pushed.

Inside, I found a very attractive tableau. Martha was lying naked on her back. My sister Kaitlyn was sitting on her face, and had her panties hanging off one pumping ankle. Tanya was lying between her mother's legs, sucking on her pussy eagerly and noisily, and Lanya was lying between Tanya's legs and doing the same to her older sister. All were in a nice rhythmic motion, and the air within the room was thickly humid and lightly scented with pure female sex.

I stood there and watched as my erection returned.

Tanya removed her face from her mother's crotch just long enough to ask me if lunch was done. I nodded yes. She returned to her work for a few seconds, then kissed her way wetly out of position. Her face was glistening with juices as she stood up, completely naked and slick with perspiration. "Lunch," she said.

The scenario disintegrated. My sister kicked off her ankle-clinging panties, and at that point the five of us became completely nude. Tanya led the way to the dinette table and the four women took the four chairs. I stood and watched as they served themselves the meal I'd made. Nobody said a thing to me for some minutes before Martha turned to me and said "Okay, this will do for lunch. But Jamie, from now on, when we eat, you need to kneel on the floor under the table. I don't like having you stand there watching while I eat. Come on," and she actually pointed to the floor next to her knee, "get down here out of sight until we're done, and unless you're told otherwise, you are to eat from our leftovers and then clean up our mess after all meals. Okay?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but my older cousin made a "zip-it" motion across her lips with one finger and shook her head firmly. I knelt down at her feet under the table edge as they finished their meal. My penis shriveled as I was ignored. I noticed that the trailer was getting very warm in the high sunshine outside. "Can I open windows?" I asked Martha from under the table.

Martha said to the girls: "Did you hear something? I thought I heard something from under the table!"

The girls played along. "No, I didn't hear anything!" and giggled.

Martha said "Good, because when I send a boy out of my sight, it means I don't want to hear from him either!"

Tanya spoke up. "I thought he said something about windows, but we like it to stay hot in here... right?"

Her sister Lanya answered. "Yes, it gets us all sweated up and gets the whole house smelling like sex, sex, sex!"

And then my sister. "Plus, no need for clothes!"

Under the table, stomach growling, I grumpily agreed. Eventually the girls finished eating and went back to their room, shutting the door. Martha stayed seated at the table, still eating. I kept on kneeling.

A few minutes later, my voluptuous cousin placed a plate on the floor in front of my knees. She then scooped up a ladleful of the mac-n-cheese and dumped it onto the plate. She stood up, then teasingly used one of her tiny bare feet to tickle my nose and chin and naked nipples with her waggling toes. "Get on all fours, Jamie, I'm going to feed you now," she ordered.

I got on my hands and knees as she pulled her chair over to the plate of cheesed elbow noodles. She sat down, crossed her legs, then turned one ankle so that the sole of her foot was inches from my face. My mouth began to water as the scent hit my nostrils, a scent that immediately reminded me of the clandestine moment that I'd kissed my sister's bare feet when I found her asleep on the couch back home one day.

My cousin's sole before my face was cute and tiny, and rounded nicely. She'd developed a bit of callus with her 29 years of heavy barefooting, and she had a few little flaky circles on her soles, but her foot was appetizing. It was also dusty from walking barefot in this messy trailer all morning, but I like dusty, dirty, grimy female feet. I like being commanded to lick them clean by a haughty dominant female...

Which is almost what happened next. She stuck her foot into the cheesy macaroni and flattened it to the plate. Yellow sause and noodles oozed out from under her soles and up between her toes. She lifted her foot back to my face, its sole grime now comingled with cheese sauce and flattened noodles. "Eat it up, Jamie! This is your lunch!" she giggled.

Ten minutes later, the plate and her feet were both licked clean. I enjoyed sucking the cheese sauce out from between her moist and pungent toes most.

"Okay, Jamie, while the girls and I play, it's slave time for you... do all the dishes, throw out all the trash, and then start cleaning the stove with some Comet and a sponge. When the stovetop is clean, you come knock, and if I like your work, you can play with us. If not, you'll get punished and then finish the stovetop. understand?"

"Yes..." I reluctantly answered.

She gently grasped my chin and tilted my face to look into her eyes, which glinted.

"Jamie, when you answer me from now on, you address me as 'Mistress' or 'Mistress Martha'. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Martha," I replied.

"Good, now get me when you've got the top of that stove looking new again."

In the heat of the trailer, which was nearly 115 degrees now according to a thermometer that was sticking to the wall of the kitchen amongst a collection of cheap souvenier refrigerator magnets, I used a sponge and loads of Comet to scrub that stovetop. It took hours and it broke my eleven-year-old arms and back, but I could hear the girls having fun behind their door, and I wanted in. So I kept at it until the last burnt-on spot of grease and the last streak of dried sauce was gone.