Maud put the scones on the sidetable and then the pot of tea with a knitted cosy, steam still coming from the spout. "Tea dear", said Maud to Cynthia. "Yes please", said Cynthia, "but do please do add some milk"; Cynthia was a softy at heart and got scared if she hurt him too much! "I'll have mine black please", said Susan, looking at Cynthia and smiling cruelly.

Maud poured each lady a steaming cup of tea, Cynthia's with milk, Susan's without and then just said, "Now then...". Both ladies looked at what to most people would be an odd addition to the room. Stood by the couch (well in fairness, tied by his wrists to a sturdy hat stand, that was screwed to the floor for the occasion), was a naked male, early 20's, great body with a stiff erection sticking out straight, above a bowl on the floor.

"Oh", said Cynthia in delight as she shifted forward on the couch, careful not to spill her tea. She reached forward and gave the still stiffening penis a feel with her lace gloves (she didn't like to touch those things direct with her hand). "I'm sorry darling", she said, smiling to the young man and calmly poured the hot tea from her cup over his twitching cock. "Oh, how lovely", declared Maud, as the 'boy' groaned in pain.

"My turn", Susan stood impatiently and cup and saucer in hand walked to the young man. She looked evil and the young man's eyes looked very scared. Susan put the saucer down and held herself between the legs (Cynthia found that a bit unnecessary and 'in public' too) and held the steaming cup in the other hand. She poured with a smile on her face and as the scalding water ran over the young man's cock, Susan was please to hear that he just managed to repeat, "Oh, oh, oh", over and over again as his cock went a lovely reddy, pink colour.

There was a click, the click that Susan loved to hear. The kettle in the kitchen had boiled a second time and Maud took the teapot to fill for a fresh brew. She was back quickly but not so quickly that Susan hadn't time to sit in the chair nearest the young man and slip a hand into her knickers; Susan was now openly masturbating in anticipation of what was to come. Maud approached the young man with the teapot, only just filled with boiling water. Even Maud had a hand between her legs, 'but she just held it there, as pressing felt good, and it was under a cushion'!

"No, please", said the boy but they couldn't help noticing a lack of meaning in his plea and his cock was harder than ever. Maud stood and smiled at the young man and then she poured.

Cynthia saw everything happen in slow motion. Maud cried, "scream bastard", and then aimed the spout of the teapot at the cock from about one and a half feet above. The steaming, scalding stream of tea seem to hang momentarily above the thick, red, twitching cock. Then it connected and steam started to rise from the cock as the young man let out a scream from the very depths of his bowels. As he screamed the young man ejaculated and 3-4 strong spurts of semen shot from his cock. On seeing this, Cynthia rather reluctantly witnessed, that it sent Susan over the edge in joy and she bucked and wrythed to her orgasm in Maud's easy chair. The young man's cock began to hang down, as did his head as his chested heaved, "anyone for a scone?", asked Maud. The three ladies looked forward to who next week's young man might be and what they could do to him and of course, more tea and scones!