Aunt Phoebe's Masturbatorium Ch. 04

"Uh...once...sometimes twice a day," he replied.

"Is that normal?"

"I...I don't know. I guess so."

It was fascinating to watch the doctor at work. Her method of masturbating Mr. Villon was to employ long, carefully timed strokes that began from the base of his shaft and terminated just under the corona. Her hand was clenched tightly around the width of him, the tips of her gloved fingers teasing the sensitive area under the glans as they maintained a steady, clockwork motion along the entire length. As Angelique continued to question him, the doctor kept up her unrelenting pace upon his penis, never once relinquishing her firm grip on him.

"I guess with a dork that size you must shoot a lot of cum," my cousin laughed.

"That would be my guess too, Angelique," said Estelle from across the room.

Some of the women in the audience let out feeble laughs, but I noticed that my aunt and Lenore, like most of the other women, remained quiet, absorbed as they were in the skillful masturbation of the patient by Dr. Monroe.

For his part, Mr. Villon was beginning to be overcome by the first powerful sensations of the expert milking he was receiving. As the doctor's ministrations became more intense, and Angelique's lewd questioning continued, he began to gently thrust his hips outward to drive his penis in and out of the ever increasing up and down motions of the doctor's hand. And then something wonderful began to happen: his cock began to expand.

I don't think I, nor anyone else, expected to witness a further increase in the growth of Mr. Villon's shaft, much less the amazing elevation of the hefty tube of muscle perpendicular to the floor. But rise and grow it did, to the utter fascination of the audience, and to Dr. Monroe, nurse Alicia, and the two assistants. Angelique, for her part, seemed nonplussed by the doctor's impressive achievement, but I could tell that she would not let the stately redhead enjoy her victory for too long.

Without a word to the doctor, Angelique raised her greasy foot so that her toes just touched the underside of the now fully erect prick. Dr. Monroe quickly withdrew her hand and removed her gloves, looking relieved that she had managed to accomplish a seemingly unlikely feat. It appeared that Mr. Villon was just as surprised as everyone to see the fleshy drawbridge jutting out before him, as much a testament to the doctor's hand skills as his own desire to conquer his rampant inhibitions. I don't think he really expected his penis to react so unexpectedly submissive to the doctor's masterful touch, but there it was—the results of which could not be denied. The massive cock was now at its full length and girth, and like some giant, awe-inspiring behemoth, it demanded to be noticed.

"Nurse Alicia," Angelique said turning to the astonished blonde girl, "do you have a ruler handy?"

"I have one right here," the nurse said, removing a fold-up tape measure from the pocket of her uniform.

"Measure his penis, please."

Angelique briefly removed her foot to allow the girl to take the measurement. Everyone was quiet as Alicia ran the tape from the base of his penis all the way to its tip. The nurse blinked once, then twice, then whistled loudly.

"He's grown two full inches!" she announced excitedly to the audience as she raised the tape in front of her for all to see. "He's now exactly sixteen and three-eighths inches long!"

The entire audience clapped and cheered at this news, and some of the women rushed forward to take a closer look at the marvelous appendage.

"I think that's the biggest one on record, is it not, doctor?" Lenore shouted from across the room.

Dr. Monroe took a few steps back to admire the pulsating slab of flesh she had so expertly coaxed to its full, majestic length and laughed heartily.

"It breaks any record I know of!" she replied. "I'm really at a loss for words!"

"Excellent work, doctor," my aunt chimed in. "Go ahead, Angelique, finish him off!"

Prompted by the cheers of encouragement from the crowd, and her own desire to make the timid Mr. Villon submit to her will, Angelique once again raised her right leg and let her toes make contact with the young man's absurdly outsized organ. She toyed with it for a while, letting her big toe tickle the thin strip of sensitive flesh just under the glans, watching his dumbfounded reactions with glee.

As I watched her tease and play with his cock, I was reminded of the way she had tormented Delvin the year before when he, too, had fallen in lust with her lovely, long legs and beautifully sculptured feet. But this reticent and shy creature, who had previously displayed an uncommon stubbornness in refusing to submit to Dr. Monroe's orders, now became for her a challenge that had to be met head on: a conquering of a foe by the means of a debasing foot job; her victory over him made even more humiliating when the last sperm-producing strokes of her toes—with their lascivious light pink nail polish—would eke out from him the last of his dignity before a roomful of laughing and jeering women; and the instrument both of his pleasure and debasement, dripping with his hot, white spunk and offered to Angelique as a libation, would be poured out in creamy strands of gooey surrender for all to see.

The patient stood quietly, allowing himself to enjoy the pleasurable sensations of my cousin's unrelenting foot job. Dr. Monroe and the other three women kept him steady and balanced as Angelique's tiny, perfectly shaped toes gripped the loose skin under his prick and gave him several quick tugs that made Mr. Villon moan aloud.

"You like that, don't you, you pervert!" Angelique said with disdain, as she placed the top of her foot under his prick and lifted it up, exposing the twin orange-sized balls underneath.

"Look everyone!" my cousin shouted to the audience. "What do you think of this?"

It seemed that, along with the increase in the size of his penis, Mr. Villon's testicles had also experienced a growth spurt. The dual orbs of flesh sat tightly in his firm sac, hugging the base of his monstrous tool; my cousin's energetic foot job attempting to provoke an intense release of his pent-up seminal fluids.

"My God!" a Sister I recognized as Selena Montaldo exclaimed. "I have never seen a man's balls that big!"

"He certainly has the bat to go with it!" my aunt observed with a laugh.

Nurse Alicia could not suppress her excitement as she bent forward to see the ripe fruit hanging between Mr. Villon's legs. "They look like they're about to burst. When was the last time you ejaculated anyway?"

"It's...it's been about...a week I think," the young man said between breaths.

Angelique let her foot drop and resumed her assault on the underside of his shaft.

"A week?" she said mockingly. "Christ! Please don't tell me you're going to miss the beaker and shoot your cream way up my legs. I'll kill you if your ruin these shorts!"

Everyone in the audience laughed, but Mr. Villon looked terrified.

"I'll try not...to...mademoiselle!"

"Oh come on, Angelique!" Estelle joked. "It's better than having that thing inside you when it shoots off. It would be coming out of your ears!"

Again, everyone screamed with laughter, but Mr. Villon kept a straight face as he kept his eyes glued to the awesome foot job she was giving him.

Several more minutes went by in which it appeared that the patient was going to ejaculate at any time, but for some reason he would exhale loudly just as I though he was about to cum, and then an exasperated Angelique would resume her foot work more ardently than before, hoping to force him to ejaculate before her feet became too tired to finish the job. Nurse Alicia, too, was growing impatient as she held the large beaker in close proximity to his penis, hoping to catch the semen that refused to spurt out, and then withdrawing it again when it appeared his orgasm was not forthcoming.

Another five minutes elapsed and Angelique was still unable to get him to produce a sperm sample. By now my cousin was visibly upset, once again coating both her foot and the patient's cock with extra Vaseline to make her job easier. She insulted him frequently, using words like "pathetic," "worthless," "freak," and other denigrating terms that she believed a submissive man like Mr. Villon would find irresistible in heightening his sexual pleasure, but the patient was simply not responding.

I had seen Angelique work her foot magic on Delvin, and he had reacted like most any other man with a foot fetish would have reacted—with utter devotion to her feet and an irrepressible desire to bathe them in hot sperm. It was inconceivable to her that this "pathetic" slave of the Sisterhood should be immune from this apparently immutable law. Yet, Mr. Villon was somehow able to withstand her spectacular efforts, even when she resorted to using both of her soles to caress his cock from above and below, like a giant tube steak caught between two slices of buttered bread. It must have been disconcerting to my cousin to come to terms with the fact that there was at least one man in the world who would not bend to her will.

"I think you scared him when you told him not to come on your shorts, Angelique," one of the women sitting near my cousin remarked. "Better keep that jar ready!"

"The son of a bitch doesn't want to cum," Angelique responded with a grunt, as she dug the toes of one foot into his scrotum while running her other foot up and down the patient's cock at a furious pace.

It seemed that the harder she tried to provoke Mr. Villon to ejaculate, the more he resisted. I watched as his exhalations became more frequent, and the ever-apparent hint of apprehension that played across his features became, finally, a determined reluctance to submit to the cocky girl's demands. At last the erect penis began to slowly descend toward the horizontal, much to my cousin's, and everyone else's, deep dismay. Mr. Villon was panting loudly, as though he had indeed just had an orgasm, but his sperm was nowhere to be found. My cousin, her patience gone and quite angry that he had so valiantly braved her fevered onslaught and won, drew one of her legs inward and then quickly outward, intending to force her heel into his scrotum. But the patient swerved to the right in order to avoid the blow and her foot caught him in the abdomen, knocking the wind out of him and sending the shocked man, Dr. Monroe, and the two brunette assistants hurtling to the floor.

"How dare you make a fool of me you miserable, cock-sucking bastard?" Angelique screamed at the terrified patient. "You fucking wimp! I'll cut that god damn thing right off your body!"

She jumped out of her chair and ran toward the fallen man with the apparent intention of doing him further harm, but the Vaseline on her feet forced her to lose her balance and she shot right past him and skidded across the platform, falling headfirst into a row of chairs.

My aunt Phoebe was the first to run to my cousin's aid, followed by Lenore and several other women, including myself. The entire room was in an uproar and it was not until my aunt had announced that Angelique had not been harmed that everyone resumed their seats and order was restored. As for Mr. Villon, he was helped to his feet by nurse Alicia and the startled doctor, who with her two assistants, then placed the stricken man in a chair and covered him with his robe.

Angelique was seething. Her outrage at having been outmaneuvered by a man was more than her feminine arrogance could withstand. Even as she was guided past Mr. Villon, she again tried to kick him, but was restrained by her mother and Lenore, who both were quite distraught at her total lack of self-control.

"Sit up front with us," my aunt said to my cousin as she examined her daughter for bruises. "Your actions are totally unbecoming for a Sister. I'm ashamed of you."

"He's the one who's supposed to be punished, not me!" my cousin countered.

"You didn't have to hit him. It wasn't necessary."

"It was necessary!" she exclaimed. "He was defying me!"

I gazed into Angelique's eyes as she was ushered by, and in them I saw a look of infinite contempt. She had been made to look like a fool—and by a man, no less. But not just any man: a "worthless," "pathetic" creature who was as far below her on the evolutionary scale as a Neanderthal to a Goddess.

End of Chapter 4