Witness

My name is Willie Bates. I'm the star senior tight end on my high school football team (and also the best edge rusher), so my teammates call me "Master" - because I have a mastery of how to defeat both pass coverages and offensive tackles. My 18th birthday was last month. We have open practices on the school field from 3 to 4:30 Monday through Thursday, after which we shower and change, emerging at about a quarter to five. A lot of students, especially of the female variety, not only watch us but stick around afterwards to ogle us as we walk out of the locker room.

One of the female students, Melanie - a slim, nerdy girl with glasses, who had her own 18th birthday last week - has made no secret of the fact that she's been watching me in particular. She's told all her friends about her massive crush, and of course they didn't exactly keep that fact to themselves. (This is a high school: the only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed at which gossip travels through the halls.) Melanie is incredibly smart: her lowest grade on her report card in any subject since she started as a freshman is an A+, and the lowest score she's ever gotten on a test is 99% (because she split an infinitive once on a test in English class and got a 1 point deduction.) She finishes all her homework at least a month ahead of time. I'm no dunce, with a 3.2 GPA, but she puts me to shame academically. She's also very shy around boys, and has never actually come over to me and talked to me.

I decided that since Melanie was never going to make the first move, I would have to. After practice, having changed, showered, and put on my backpack, I walked directly over to where the skinny brunette was sitting in the front row of the stands, reached over, and scooped her into my arms. She let out a surprised squeak and looked like she was going to faint.

I kept my voice low and gentle. "If you will tell me what your home address is, I would like you to help tutor me."

She blushed, stammered, and murmured a few words, barely loud enough for me to hear them. Even with her backpack on, she weighed so little I could easily carry her the three blocks to her house. We made a few plans en route. I set her down outside the front door.

"May I come in?" I inquired politely.

She nodded, unlocked the door, and invited me in. Her mom (a single parent after her dad died five years before) asked who I was, and I introduced myself. I could see where Melanie got her looks: her mom, Kim, was also a slim brunette. I explained that I wanted Melanie to help me with some schoolwork. Kim directed the two of us to the living room, and Melanie and I actually studied - well, she helped me study - until 5:45.

Melanie then took me to her bedroom, and I removed my shirt, leaving me topless, and whispered instructions to Melanie on how to properly bind my wrists to her bedposts using her scarves. Once I was restrained, Melanie joined me on the bed. After merely gazing admiringly at my upper body for a moment, she experimentally kissed me while she caressed my chest. I kissed her back. She gave me a smile.

"And what is this?" Kim asked from the doorway.

"I promised your daughter 30 minutes of unrestricted access to my upper body," I explained. "I have to pay her for tutoring somehow, and this is what she wanted instead of money."

"We do have plenty of money," Kim said. "My late husband left us a very nice life insurance policy."

Melanie slowly kissed random spots on my neck and chest, seeing how I reacted. Once she located spots where I was particularly sensitive, she focused on those, while continuing to slowly caress me. My breathing deepened noticeably. Melanie's touches and kisses were very gentle. It felt quite nice, and I realized that being bound was also turning me on.

When the 30 minutes were up, Melanie looked at my crotch. There was a noticeable bulge there. "Did I do that?"

"Yes, you did."

She un-bound me, and I put my shirt back on. I gave Melanie a gentle one-armed hug, then put on my pack and headed for the front door.

"Tomorrow?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Every evening except Fridays," I told her. "Those are game nights. Your tutoring helped me a lot."

Kim intercepted me at the door. "I assume you'll let her do more eventually?"

I nodded. "We'll take that aspect of it at her pace. I already told her, nothing that could get her pregnant and nothing that damages either of our bodies: those are my only conditions."

Kim nodded. "Sensible."

The next day was a Friday, so Melanie and I did not meet at her place. But I did come over on Saturday afternoon. Kim informed me, and showed me the evidence, that Melanie had gotten her five-year shot, thus eliminating the pregnancy risk. "That way if she gets an impulse to take off your pants and ride your cock, she can give in to it."

"Mom!" Melanie protested. "TMI!"

I hugged Melanie. "I think it's the right thing. Obviously, only when you're ready to. That's why I have you bind me: it means you determine what we do and don't do."

This time, Kim helped Melanie strip me entirely naked after the tutoring and assisted her daughter in binding not just my wrists, but my ankles. Melanie again kissed my upper body, but this time she also caressed my legs in addition to my chest. She then removed her own shirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. "No point in it," she informed me. "These are A-cups."

"Mine were that size before I got pregnant with you," Kim chimed in. "Now they're barely a B-cup."

Melanie ignored her mother and leaned her body down so that her tiny chest was almost touching my face. I lifted my head and gave her pert breasts slow, soft kisses. Melanie shivered. I kissed and licked her eraser-like nipples, and her breathing deepened. I worked my mouth and tongue on her miniature orbs. She leaned down more, so I could reach them more easily. Time was up soon afterwards. Melanie put her shirt back on and un-bound me.

That was the pattern for the next two weeks, and then Melanie was apparently more comfortable. On Saturday, after (with Kim's help) binding me, Melanie removed all her clothes. After I kissed her breasts, she climbed onto me and pressed her pussy against my mouth. I got the hint and began licking along it. She squeaked when my tongue found her clit. Melanie held her body still and asked me to lick it more, so I did, brushing the tip of it with the tip of my tongue. She pressed herself downwards. I sped the motion of my tongue. Melanie moaned lustily and shifted her position again so I could slide my tongue inside her. I did so, and remembering what I had learned from watching porn clips, swirled my tongue in a circle within her. She gasped and her skinny legs tensed. I continued tonguing her, and she gushed her honey onto my face. She collapsed onto me momentarily as she recovered, then climbed off me and stared at my erect dick.

"You really liked using your tongue on me," she mused.

"Yes," I confirmed.

She wrapped her small hands around my cock and experimentally gave it a few strokes. It twitched a bit.

"You like this, too." It was a statement, not a question. I nodded. She continued her languid stroking, moving one hand up so she could rub the head of my pole with her thumb. I quivered slightly. She slid her other hand up and down along my shaft. It felt nice. She leaned down and kissed my chest as she casually continued masturbating my cock. I shivered as she moved her free hand from the tip of my rod to my balls. She cupped them and began teasing them with her fingertips as her other hand slid up and down on my stiff prick. I twitched and throbbed in her grasp as she continued her crude but effective stroking. She cupped and gently rubbed my swollen balls with her other hand. My whole body seemed to stiffen. She moved her hand faster as cum began squirting from my rod. She kept stroking until the jets of cum had become dribbles and my cock began shrinking.

"Nice," she said. She cleaned the cum off my skin with a washcloth.

The next day, after binding me, Melanie made me lick her pussy for just long enough to get it wet. My dick was, of course, already hard.

"I helped her break her hymen with a sex toy after you left last night," Kim informed me.

Melanie adjusted her position so that her pussy was directly over my cock. She then slowly lowered herself downwards. She was incredibly tight. I smiled encouragingly at her as she slid her body all the way down, impaling her pussy on my pole.

"Go slowly," I suggested. "This is all about you enjoying yourself."

Melanie giggled. "I am, Willie. Very much."

She eased up and down, building gradually to a slow, smooth rhythm. I began moving my hips to match her - they were the only part of my body I could move. Melanie placed her small hands on my chest to stabilize herself as she gently made love to me. Her tight box felt amazing around my stiff rod. She continued moving languidly. As she got more comfortable with the lovemaking, she began rhythmically tightening her pussy muscles. My cock twitched with excitement as she shivered through a potent orgasm. Her entire body shuddered as the waves of pleasure surged through her. After taking a moment to recover, she resumed gently riding me. I lay still, enjoying her amazing pussy. She sped up a bit, and I moaned lustily. She wrapped her legs around my hips as she climaxed again, and this time, I squirted my cum into her. She waited until her orgasm was past and my cock was no longer spurting, then climbed off me.

"That was the best experience I've ever had," she said.

"It did look like you were having a great time, my dearest daughter," Kim giggled.

"You made me feel wonderful, too," I replied, locking my eyes onto Melanie's tiny chest and slim frame.

The next day, Melanie informed me, "You deserve a reward for yesterday. This session, I don't want an orgasm of my own: I just want you to cum for me."

"In that case," said Kim, "I have an idea." She whispered to her daughter, then lubed up a dildo with a rotating head. Melanie carefully worked the toy into my butt, and with Kim's help, secured it in place. The rotating tip of it was rubbing against some part of me that quickly made my cock stiffen. Melanie placed her small hand on my balls and began softly massaging them. My cock visibly twitched.

"How did you know?" Melanie asked Kim.

"Before I met your father, I made a living for five years as a professional dominatrix. I made many men cum without actually touching their dicks."

I'm sure I had a goofy look on my face, though I didn't have a mirror to confirm it. I know for a fact Melanie looked shocked. Melanie continued to massage my balls, and she used her free hand to caress my thighs. My hips, the only part of me I could move, started to buck spontaneously. Melanie gave my balls an experimental light squeeze, but when my body didn't react, she resumed massaging them. The toy in my rear continued to stimulate that spot inside me. Melanie leaned over and started kissing the spots on my upper body that she'd found to be sensitive, and my balls grew swollen and tight. Melanie's delicate kisses and her soft touch were driving me wild. She switched to using her fingernails on my sac, and that in conjunction with the toy inside me pushed me over the edge. Melanie giggled as she watched jets of cum burst out of my pole and land on my belly. When the cum stopped flowing. Kim removed the toy from inside me and thoroughly washed and cleaned it.

Melanie licked my cum off my skin. "Salty." She cleaned the drops she didn't lick up off of me with a cloth.

For the next several weeks, we got into a routine. Melanie would either sit on my face and then stroke me to climax, or she would ride my cock until I squirted inside her pussy. Sometimes she'd sit on my face until she had one orgasm and then ride my cock. Football season progressed, and our team made the playoffs.

In the first playoff game, I personally led a comeback, catching a touchdown pass with 1:19 left to put us up by four, then on the ensuing defensive possession getting a sack, a forced fumble and a fumble recovery all on the same play to seal the win. The next day, Melanie gave me a big smile. "I think you deserve a special reward. Today, don't worry about giving me orgasms: it's all about you. You can give me more orgasms tomorrow."

"Thank you, sweetie. You're the best girlfriend a man could ever have."

Melanie blushed and Kim giggled. Melanie warmed me up by kissing the sensitive spots on my chest and caressing my thighs. When my cock started hardening, she got between my legs and began kissing and licking my balls. Her small hand began slowly stroking along my shaft. I let out a soft moan of pleasure. Melanie moved her mouth to the head of my cock and began teasing it with her tongue, tracing sensual patterns on the bulb. I shivered. She slid her mouth downwards and began licking along the shaft, going about halfway down and then licking back up to the head. Then, with an effort, she opened her mouth wider and got my entire pole inside, with the tip of it poking slightly down her throat. She licked all the way up and down while caressing my balls. My legs tensed and my cock twitched. She sped the motion of her tongue. I gasped and my whole body seemed to quiver. Her throat opened as I began shooting hot jets of cum. She swallowed every drop, then removed her mouth from my softening dick.

"Wow," I whispered. "That was amazing."

Kim chuckled. "I helped her practice. Deepthroating is a very special ability, and if a woman has it, she can reward a man in a way that will make him forever grateful."

I smiled. "I have a wonderful girlfriend."

"You also have a hot body," Kim replied. "I was tempted to help out my daughter."

Melanie giggled. "Find your own man, Mom." She turned to me. "Say, do you think any of the other guys on the team would want to be a submissive to a slim, older, experienced domme?"

I laughed. "Next time we're in the locker room, I'll ask."