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Cheerleader Summer
By Anonymous (an267122@anon.penet.fi)
***
Tim becomes obsessed with his buddies older sister to
the extent that they both blackmail her into doing
things that were down right nasty. (mf-teens/F, FF,
inc, voy, reluc, orgy)
***
This happened several years ago back when my friend Tim
and I were both Juniors in High School. He had a 20-
year-old sister who looked as good or better than most
Playboy girls; she had been a cheerleader in High
School and the prom Queen and a homecoming Queen for a
local college.
She was 5'8" and high-waisted, so she had extremely
long, legs. Her golden blonde hair was kind of wavy and
reached to her shoulder blades, and she had bright
green eyes. Tim once heard her brag to someone on the
phone that her measurements were 38-22-32. She also had
olive-tinged skin, so she had a sort of permanent tan
look.
Maybe you can understand why we would get obsessed with
her during the summer when she was usually wearing
short shorts, minis, cutoff tops, or her favorite
bright yellow monokini and other sexy swimsuits. We
would take turns telling each other really mean and
nasty fantasies starring her.
You know how often you'll read about the centerfolds,
and you read that they're as sweet and wonderful as
they look and so unpretentious? Well, Staci was exactly
the opposite - stuck-up, cruel, and insulting, and
that's why we mistreated her in our fantasies.
She would always put down Tim and make fun of him in
front of her friends. Other boys started picking on
Tim, because Staci was such a tease, and they wanted to
score points with her. And girls mostly ignored him.
They wanted to stay on Staci's good side and hang
around with her, because that's where so many boys
were.
Since I was his only friend, I got treated pretty much
the same way by her crowd. But when I'd moved here in
sixth grade, I was shy and all alone, and Tim had
become my best friend. That was before girls really
mattered. But I always had fun with him, and I wasn't
going to be a traitor to him now.
The summer after our Junior year was especially bad.
Staci was back at home, and two of her friends from
college were staying with us all summer. They were
cheerleaders at one of the large Florida universities,
so they were as popular as Staci and as mean to Tim and
me as she was.
The night before everything started, Tim and I had been
on a double date with a couple of cute girls a year
older than we were. Staci ruined that by having some of
her boyfriends start a fight with us and two others
leave with our dates.
The next day our Staci fantasies didn't even cheer us
up until Tim got the idea. He asked if we could borrow
some of my dad's video cameras. My dad was an
amateur/semipro photographer who tapes weddings and
other special events for people. I knew that he
wouldn't mind if we were careful.
Tim said that Staci was at work that afternoon and that
her girlfriends had gone down to Galveston for the day
and wouldn't be home until dinnertime. I don't know why
we never thought of this sooner. We hid two cameras in
the bushes outside Staci's room and adjusted the
curtains so that they had an unobstructed view. Between
the two of them, almost the whole room was covered. We
also adjusted the blinds of her bathroom so that there
was a little gap at the bottom, and we aimed a third
camera through the gap and at the shower.
We were hoping to catch them each nude, and our plan
was to make copies to sell. As gorgeous as they were
and as much as they teased so many boys, we decided
that we could easily take orders for more than 50 tapes
and charge $50 or even $100 per tape. Besides, we hoped
that having nude videos circulating among all of the
boys around would knock them off their pedestals a
little.
We were watching TV when Staci got home a little after
6:00. We'd set timers on the cameras to start at 6:00,
so we knew it must be a good omen. Staci went into her
bedroom. We heard the door lock and the shower start
shortly after that. No screams or anything - another
very good sign! The shower had been off for about ten
minutes when the other two got home.
Tim told them that we were going over to my house for
dinner and to stay the night. The idea was that they
would be less inhibited if they knew we weren't around.
On the way to my house, we were talking about what we
would see and wondered if they'd invite some boys over
so we could videotape an orgy ... but we didn't really
anticipate that.
The tapes were scheduled to run out about midnight, and
we kept checking the clock, awaiting that moment all
night. About 12:30, we snuck over to retrieve the
tapes. The house was dark, and the cameras were still
where we'd left them. We were really excited by what we
knew must be on them, and we went back to my home and
got the tapes set up in dad's workshop.
We were rewarded at the very start as Staci walked into
her room. She had on a short blue skirt and a light,
transparent blouse. She took off her top and her bra
and began playing with her spectacular breasts a little
as she walked to the closet. That already guaranteed
this tape a spot on the local hot list, and we were
comparing her top with some famous playmates. Then she
really surprised us; you could see one of her hands
disappear and begin groping under her skirt. My heart
skipped a beat or two while I tried to remember how to
breathe.
At the closet, Staci pulled down her skirt, hung it up
and then slid her panties down those long, luscious
legs and into a laundry basket. Then she faced the
mirror and watched as her self-pleasuring intensified.
Our cameras had a rear view and kind of a side view,
and Staci blocked the mirror, but there was no question
what was going on.
Abruptly, she stopped, slipped off her shoes and headed
to the shower. That camera captured her heading in, and
we fast-forwarded the three tapes to the point where
she stepped back out. She did just what we wanted her
to - she stood on the small rug outside the shower and
toweled off, directly in the path of our camera.
Then, she cocked her head, wrapped the towel around her
body, and headed to the other room. She opened the
door, and the other two walked in. As Staci began to
close the door, Nikki yanked the towel from her body,
and Staci's body language screamed, trying to get
behind the door. The other two laughed, and we guessed
that they were telling Staci that Tim and I had left
for the night. (We would find out the next day when we
retrieved the recorder and microphone that we'd hid in
the room to capture what all they said.)
Nikki and Jennifer each gave Staci's breasts a squeeze,
and they pulled their extra-large T-shirts off over
their heads. Nikki was standing there in a tiny, pink
bikini, and Jennifer had on a floral one, but they both
stripped and headed for the shower. Staci returned to
the closet.
This was perfect; we had a private, nude tape of three
of the most sexy, gorgeous women we'd ever seen (in
person or in magazines). It almost made up for how
rotten they'd been treating us. But then it got better.
Nikki and Jen stepped into the shower together, and
Staci got going in front of the mirror again. After
just a couple of minutes, she went to the bathroom and
slid open the sliding shower door.
Nikki and Jen were kissing passionately. Staci kind of
pulled Nikki out and down between her legs, and Jen
followed her out and began kissing Staci. Without
dwelling on all of the details, they did the kinds of
things that girls can do with their tongues and fingers
to each other ... right in front of our camera! Then
they went to Staci's bed to do it all again.
They never did bother to get dressed. They sat around
and talked, caressing each other. They turned on the
stereo and danced, too. They eventually left the room.
After a couple of hours of tape had passed, Jen came
running into the room with Nikki and Staci chasing her.
They got her on the bed, and she and Nikki began
wrestling and tickling each other while Staci stood off
to the side and played with herself. Then Staci joined
them on the bed and got them to lick her. (She always
had to be in charge!) Finally, Staci got up and turned
out the lights.
Tim and I knew that we had a runaway bestseller here!
We would merge the tapes into one and combine it with
the audio. We argued how much to charge ($500 seemed
appropriate to us but probably wouldn't generate enough
business), and we speculated what this would do to
Staci's Goddess Queen role.
The next morning (okay, afternoon, because we had been
up late and slept until past 1:00), we retrieved the
audio tape from Staci's bedroom. We were anxious to
begin our editing, and we really didn't care that much
about the sound, but we wanted to get it before Staci
or her friends found it. We played it while we did our
editing. Most of it was just dirty talking or moaning,
but there were about thirty minutes, when they were
lying around in the bedroom talking, which were more
important than the video!
During those thirty minutes, the girls ridiculed and
insulted all of the men who seemed stuck to them. They
laughed so hard that it we couldn't hear all of the
comments, but the message was clear: they thought that
the men were only good for teasing and using to get
dinner and presents and for running errands; they also
thought that the only lovers worth anything were other
women.
Then they tore into the other girls who were their
friends - rating each one of them and identifying each
one's flaws, always comparing the others to themselves
as the top of the scale for physical perfection. It was
Tim who saw the potential in the tape and said that he
didn't want to sell it to anyone. I was confused until
he explained his plan, and then I was convinced.
We spent nearly a week merging and editing the four
tapes, and we ended with a little more than three hours
of video. We set our plan to begin on Saturday morning.
We knew that Nikki and Jen were going to visit San
Antonio for the weekend.
Tim's parents were out of the country all summer, so we
were set. We were watching TV at about 10:30 in the
morning when Staci came out of her room. She was
gorgeous. She had on a T-shirt that ended several
inches above the top of her tight blue jeans, and she
was barefoot. Like always, I wanted to wrap my arms
around her and kiss her, but she made some nasty
comment about hating to start her day by seeing garbage
like us, and that reinforced my resolve towards our
plan.
Tim told her that he wanted her to wear a skirt today
and to go take off her jeans. It kind of shocked her
that Tim would try to give her an order, and she swore
at us as she walked off. Tim said to wait, because he
had something she should see. We began the VCR; the
tape was already forwarded to the scene of the three of
them in bed.
I have to admit that Staci is very smart, and she
recognized immediately what was going on. She didn't
say anything as we played part of that scene and then
forwarded to their frank discussion about boys. Staci
understood the significance of what this tape would do
to her status among her worshipers. Tim asked if she
wanted to see the whole three hour show, and she told
him no.
Tim ordered her again: "didn't I tell you to take those
pants off?" Staci stood up and tried to bargain with
us. The transformation was amazing to watch and was so
sudden that it could have given us a whiplash. Instead
of the cold, nasty Staci, she aimed all of her charm at
us.
"I get it. So I apologize for being so mean to you - I
didn't know how clever you really were. And I promise
to be nice to you from now on. And if I let you order
me around for the day, or how about the whole weekend
to make it even better, then you'll let me have the
tape, right?" Her voice carried the coy, teasing sense
of promise that she used to persuade her boyfriends to
let her always have her way.
Tim shook his head harshly. "No, you don't understand.
You're going to follow all of our orders forever, and
you never get the tape, but all of your friends here
and at school in Florida will get a copy if you don't
do what we say. Now this is my last warning: take off
the pants!"
She looked frightened for a moment, and then she slowly
undid her pants, peeled them down her legs, and stepped
out of them. Her tiny, bright red panties stood out and
shined against her tanned legs. We could see some of
the lighter area normally covered by her bikini and the
top of her pubic hair. "Satisfied?" she asked. Her
voice was regaining its natural tone of scorn towards
us. She turned around once; the panties did nothing to
cover her fine ass, and I wanted to go caress it.
Tim walked over to her. "No, I've changed my mind about
you wearing a skirt," and he pulled her panties down to
the floor. She kept her attitude of pride and arrogance
as she just stepped out of them and put her hands on
her hips. "So is this how you've decided to get a
date?" she spitted. We didn't answer, but I got up and
walked over to her.
Together we took off her top and her bra. Staci's
brashness seemed to melt as he clothes disappeared. She
was a tease no longer, but now a gorgeous, sexy woman
ready to do anything we commanded - make that a
gorgeous, sexy, NUDE, woman. Her magnificent breasts
mesmerized us, and we began kissing them.
We think that Staci was getting excited; she would say
that it was just an act. Either way, I know that we
surprised her when we both stopped, and I sat back down
in the chair. Tim told her to go lie across my lap. Now
I know that Tim and Staci's parents never spanked
either of them, but Staci clearly understood our
intentions, and I saw a flash of panic on her face.
She dropped to her knees in front of Tim, begging him
not to spank her... that she would do anything to avoid
it. He reached down without saying anything, took a
handful of her hand, and slowly made her stand back up.
Then, he turned her around and gave her a little push
in my direction.
She was still begging wildly, and her hands had crept
around to cover her behind, but she kept walking
towards me. When she got to me, she looked into my eyes
for help. I put my hands on her waist and lowered her
over my knees. I was astonished at how scared she was
of a spanking and how all of her defiance had vanished
in the face of this threat.
Tim went to his room, and I began moving my hand around
and around on Staci's tight cheeks. I marveled at how
they fit so nicely into the cup of my hand, at how
smooth and soft and tender they were. All the time,
Staci was repeating "oh, that feels good, don't stop,
please don't hurt me." I was getting hypnotized by her
quiet pleas, the desire in her voice, and the feel of
her hot, sexy body on my lap and under my hands.
Suddenly, I began spanking her to break the spell. She
wailed and rolled off my lap. She sat on the floor in
front of me, crying, begging me to stop. I was
captivated by the way her breasts jiggled with each of
her sobs. Tim had returned from his room, and he took a
picture of her there.
"The lap or the tapes," he reminded her. Still
whimpering, she slowly climbed back onto my lap. This
time, I reached down so I could play with her breasts
as I rubbed her bottom a little, and then I resumed her
spanking. She kept trying to put her hands behind her
to block my blows and to rub away the sting, so Tim
held her hands in front of her.
After her bottom was totally red and my hand was
getting sore, Tim sat and told her to lie across his
lap. He was waving a hard plastic ruler. That's when
she broke down and abandoned any remaining remnant of
her superiority attitude. She knew that she wasn't a
Queen or a Goddess anymore but just a naughty girl who
was getting twenty years of punishment in a single
sitting. She realized that she couldn't bargain or
tease or beg her way out of anything; that tape made
her into a slave.
She got on Tim's lap without any more orders or
threats, but she couldn't stop the flow of tears. Every
whack from the ruler was met by a fresh scream, and she
began kicking her legs. I kneeled down, got a hold of
each of her legs and clamped each of her knees on a
shoulder - with my head between her thighs. I was very
satisfied with my view!
When Tim finished, he had Staci stand up so he could
take pictures of her from the front and back. She
didn't bother to argue; her attitude and her dignity
were gone. We ordered her to stop bawling and to do the
oral sex thing on each of us. I didn't have anything to
compare it with at the time, but I was certain that she
was giving us everything she had to satisfy us so we
would stop punishing us.
We had her take a shower (while we watched), and we let
her put on her makeup and jewelry but not any of her
clothes. For the rest of the day, we had her clean
around the house and get things for us. That night, I
had sex with her - Tim didn't want to go that far with
his own sister. This was quickly making up for the
years of mistreatment that we'd had.
We kept Staci nude again Sunday morning, until we
decided to use one of my recurring fantasies of playing
doll with her. She was the doll. Boys were always
giving her sexy lingerie as presents, hoping that she
would wear it for them (in their dreams!), but Staci
kept it and had drawers full of it. We got it all out
and had a fashion show.
Tim and I would dress her in an outfit, and she would
walk around and model it for us. I had just removed her
transparent body suit (Tim got to dress her, I got to
undress her), and she was standing there nude, waiting
for the next item.
Tim chose the next item from the pile - some emerald
green, crotchless panties, and he put them on her. He
paused, then asked her to show us how she plays with
herself so that we could learn to do it the way she
likes it. This really embarrassed Staci, but she was
now in the habit of obeying our demands. She started
slowly, and then her free hand began pinching her
nipples as she got going. Tim and I took over after a
little while, and I believe she was having as much fun
as we were.
After that, Staci and I got in the Jacuzzi together,
and I soaped her all over, washed her off, and then had
her suck on me again. We spent the rest of the day on
the couch kissing and me fondling her. I had her put on
a denim miniskirt so that she could cover her bruises
when her friends got home, but I kept it bunched up at
her waist until then.
Tim had gone off to the craft store to get some things
to prepare for tonight, but now he was just watching
us. He was enjoying seeing his sister having to act
slutty instead of arrogant and condescending. Besides,
he knew that his fun would be arriving later.
When Nikki and Jen got home, they knew immediately that
something strange had happened while they were away;
Staci was making out and showing off with the two most
contemptible boys on her list. We'd given Staci the
plan for the night, and she told Nikki and Jen to sit
down, because we had something that they needed to see.
We restarted the tape at the same place as the day
before.
Nikki screamed as soon she saw their three luscious
bodies frolicking on the bed, and she stood up like she
was going to attack one of us, but Staci shouted for
her to sit down and watch. We played the same scenes as
before.
These two weren't as sharp as Staci and didn't get it
right away.
They were furious at us for taping them and demanded
the tape. Nikki was swearing at us, and Jen started to
stomp out of the room. It was Staci who got them to
calm down and see the predicament that they were in. We
told them to undress. Jen started right away with some
comment about how everyone's always after her body but
that she never had imagined that she'd be showing it to
a couple of nerds. (She still didn't perceive what they
were in for.)
In the time it took for Jen to completely strip, Nikki
had just gotten her shirt off. I went over to help her
with her bra, and she jerked away from me and continued
on her own, glaring at me the whole time. Tim was
kissing Jen and rubbing her body, and Nikki was down to
her high-cut, turquoise, mesh panties. I started
playing with her breasts, and we kissed. As I rolled
her panties down below her bottom, she grabbed me
tighter and French-kissed me. They thought that they
knew our plans and that this would satisfy us and earn
them the tape.
Tim and I drew back and said that they had to wait,
that there would be time for this after they were
punished for being so rotten here so far. They looked
confused until Staci pulled down her skirt to stand
naked and show them her marks. That worried them. We
told them that they didn't deserve as much punishment
as Staci and that we wouldn't hurt them (but Tim and I
had agreed that we needed to do something to give them
the same slave attitude that Staci had now).
That relieved them but confused them more. I led all
five of us into Staci's bedroom. Tim got the twine he'd
bought and told them to lie down, face up and side-by-
side, on Staci's queen-size bed. Tim tied all four of
their wrists to the headboard, and I tied their outer
legs to the bed's legs. I tied their two inner legs
together at the ankles.
It was beautiful to see those two ravishing young
bodies lying there helpless and nude. Each of them was
a breathtaking knockout worthy of endless dreams and
fantasies, but I also still felt that neither of them
could enchant me the way that Staci's hard body, lush
curves, and sensual nature could.
We took lotion and rubbed it all over their bodies.
They were starting to twitch in uncomfortable delight,
and I suspect that they thought that they were going to
enjoy this punishment. We concluded by rubbing them the
way that Staci had taught us to play with her earlier
that day.
We could see how excited they were getting, and that's
when we stopped. They both cried out for us to finish.
I took some pictures of them like that while Tim left
the room and returned with his purchase from the craft
store: three long feathers. Tim and I took the feathers
and began tickling the defenseless girls. We tickled
them under the chin and underarms, along the ribs, up
and down their legs and thighs, and especially all of
their most intimate and sensitive spots.
They laughed so hard that they were crying, and we
stopped several times so that they could catch their
breath. They kept pleading with us to let them go,
apologizing for acting cruel, promising to let us treat
them any way we wanted - just like Staci. We warned
them that they had to do anything we told them to do,
without question or delay, or that they'd get a worse
punishment next time. They agreed, and we untied their
wrists.
As Tim untied Jen and I released Nikki, they each
hugged us tightly and kissed us passionately. Nikki
leaned back, pushed my mouth to her breasts with one
hand and, with her other hand, led my fingers back
between her thighs. I saw Tim free Jen's ankles and go
off with her to his room. Nikki and I had sex there on
Staci's bed, and I spied her spread in front of her
closet mirror and playing with herself.
Later, I sent Nikki over to Tim's room so she could
demonstrate all of her gratitude to him. I had my own
wonderfully erotic and desirable slave whose breasts I
wanted to taste again before I fell asleep. I called
Staci, and she climbed into bed with me and cuddled me
while I petted her. We continued our kissing that had
been interrupted when Jen and Nikki had come home. This
day had been more phenomenal than even my most glorious
dreams. I remember falling asleep with a hand cupping
her lovely bottom while has soft breasts rested against
me and a long leg curled around me.
**
The rest of the summer was spent with these girls
fulfilling our desires and fantasies, and I'll just
repeat some of the more remarkable events that we had
together.
On the Tuesday after the first weekend, Tim and I had
spent much of the day at a comic book convention and
then playing on my computer; his tape was missing, and
so were the girls. We had made 5 copies of the tape. 1
for him, 1 for me, and three that we put into a safety
deposit box with the originals.
I brought my tape over and we started it in the VCR. We
could hear the girls laughing as they approached the
door about an hour later; they'd been out drinking.
They came in and were calling for us, asking if we'd
lost anything, insulting us - until they got to the
living room and saw what we were watching. They sobered
up very quickly! Nikki swore. I said, "You know what
you have to do, don't you?"
Staci began stripping as fast as she could; Jen took
the cue and did the same, but Nikki scowled at me and
said sarcastically "no, why don't you tell us, Master."
I walked up to her and stared in her eyes. "They're
doing fine, but don't you even think about moving until
I tell you to." I reached up her mini-skirt, grabbed
her panties, and pulled them halfway down her thighs.
Staci and Jen were standing nude, off to the side. Tim
was playing with their breasts and telling them to be
patient. (We had planned their punishment while waiting
for them, but this was an unexpected wrinkle.) I told
Nikki, "I've noticed that you're always the last one to
get undressed. Maybe these clothes aren't any good,"
and I cut up the panties and tossed them into a corner.
She was wearing a thin, pink blouse; I pulled it out
from the skirt and cut it up the front and back into
two parts and stripped it from her body.
I slipped one blade of the scissors under the bra and
held it still so both of her breasts could press
against the cold metal. I saw a shiver run through her
body. I snipped the elastic, and her breasts burst out.
Then I cut through the elastic on her shoulders and
threw away the bra, too.
"See, it should be easy for you to get undressed. I
like this skirt too much to cut it, so hold it up for
me as high as you can. You have such a cute body that I
hate it to be covered."
She followed my orders, and I separated her legs so
that I could caress up and down her thighs. Then I
walked slightly behind her and started squeezing her
ass so she wouldn't anticipate what was about to
happen.
I took the ruler and smacked her as hard as I could.
She gasped, let go of the skirt, and whirled around in
one move. "Turn around and get that skirt back up," I
demanded. "There's a penalty for being last and being
uncooperative."
I thought that she was going to argue, but I could see
her trying to hold back the tears; all of her fight had
left her. She did what I said, and I smacked her other
cheek hard, too.
She shook but wasn't crying. "All right, go stand with
the others."
"Do you want me to take my skirt off?" she asked.
"You have to always do what you think we want you to
do. Otherwise, you keep getting punished."
She pulled her skirt off and went to stand next to Jen
and Staci.
I could tell that she'd finally given in.
Tim started telling them that what made us upset was
that they had thought that we were so stupid that we
would only have one copy of the tape and that we would
leave it lying around where they could get it. He got
to where he was shouting at them, waving his arms and
asking if that's what they really thought of us. Of
course, the girls weren't going to say anything. They
just kind of cringed, unsure of what punishment to
expect.
I stepped towards them. "We think that only the guilty
one of you should be punished. Tell us whose idea it
was, who was in charge." They all just kind of looked
down at the floor. "Fine, we'll just have to help you
remember." I went up to Nikki and asked her "Nikki, who
stole the tape."
She didn't answer, so I told her to bend over, to grab
her ankles, and to spread her legs a little. Her
breathing sped up a little, but she did it. I whacked
her five times, hard. By then, she had lost her battle
to keep back the tears.
I moved on to Jen. "Your turn, Jen, who did it?" I
pressed the ruler against her bottom and started
pushing on her back to bend her over. She cried "It was
Staci! She did it! Please don't paddle me!"
"You little liar!" Staci shouted.
I told Jen that since they couldn't agree, we would
have to continue working on their memories. I pushed on
her back again, and she was getting slightly
hysterical, begging us to believe her and to let her do
anything else for us but not to spank her, because
she'd never been spanked in her life.
I was firm and told her to bend over, because she was
going to get her five swats, but we would only count
the ones while she was bent over. She got in the
position but kept screaming "I hate you Staci! I hate
you!" between her sobs. I tried to take it a little
easier on her.
Then it was Staci's turn. "Come on, Staci, who did it?"
She just stood there and shivered. I gave the ruler to
Tim, and he gave her the spanking.
I went back to Nikki and asked her if she was
remembering anything, and I patted her bottom. She
swore at Staci and told her to admit it; Staci was
crying but didn't answer, so I gave Nikki five more. I
was enjoying making her squirm.
Jen was on her knees when I came up to her. "We can
keep doing this all night until you agree on who's
guilty, and then we'll start the real punishment." Jen
let out a deep sob and leaned back until she was lying
on her back, her knees sticking up in the air. "Please,
no more," she implored us. "Can't you do something
else?"
I looked over at Staci. "Come on, Staci, do you like
torturing your friends like this? Tell us the truth."
She kind of sank to her knees and curled up. Faintly,
we heard her say "it was me." I told Jen and Nikki to
get up, and we ordered them to punish Staci for us. We
warned them, though, that if they didn't do a good
enough job, we would have to punish Staci and them,
too.
They descended upon Staci with such fury that I don't
think we even needed to add that last warning. They
were much more savage than Tim and I would have been:
spanking her, yanking hair, pinching, pulling and
twisting her breasts, and more. I left the room. After
they left Staci tied up in the shower, Jen came and
spent the night with me.
**
I got up early the next morning to release Staci. I got
in the shower with her and helped to clean her off.
Sure, we wanted her compliant, but I didn't want her to
lose the mystique that made her more special that
anyone else. She didn't want to let go of me, and she
kissed me all over my body. That morning is what I
remember as the best sex of the summer. After awhile,
we dried off and moved to her bed. She still kept
holding on to me; she kept her body tightly against
mine, and I felt her finally relax while I kept
caressing her back and her ass.
For the rest of that day, we had Jen and Nikki make up
to Staci. We didn't want any lingering hostilities (and
it was fun to watch the three of them in bed). By the
end of that day, everything seemed forgiven among them
again.
The girls had only been our slaves for about a couple
of weeks when we were going into a store one day. Of
course, they all had on real short skirts and looked
gorgeous. As we went in, a plain-looking boy about our
age was obviously staring at them. Nikki made some
nasty comment loud enough for him and the rest of the
people around us to hear - something like "Don't even
think it; I don't need nerds like you looking at me!"
The other two kind of giggled. Although she acted
deferential enough to me and Tim, she was twice as
cruel to everyone else. It really got to me right
there, because I had been kind of in his spot just
earlier this summer. I called for him to wait and told
Nikki to apologize to him. She did, but it was very
sarcastic, and that made me even more upset.
I told the boy that we were trying to teach Nikki to be
polite and would he help by punishing her. He looked
confused; so did Nikki. He said that he didn't think he
should. I told Nikki to convince him that he should
spank her, or else Tim and I would go home and do it.
That scared her enough to sincerely plead with the boy
to punish her. There were people all around us, so she
was practically whispering. He still wasn't convinced,
so I told Nikki to pull up her skirt and turn around
for him.
Nikki was wearing a white tube dress, extremely clingy
and just below her ass. I'd seen how Tim had dressed
her, too: no bra and flesh-colored thong panties. She
turned bright red in horror and looked at Tim, hoping
that he would give her a reprieve, but Tim and I had
agreed weeks ago not to interfere with each other
during scenes like these.
She knew that she really didn't have any choice, and
she hiked up her dress. I was certain that this would
convince him; Nikki probably had the best looking
bottom of all three girls, one that you just couldn't
resist.
He agreed - vigorously enthusiastic, and I quietly told
him to follow me. A crowd had begun to gather to watch
Nikki's show, so we began walking across the parking
lot. At the far end, I stopped between two vans but
where there was enough space for us, and I told Nikki
to give him her panties. "Please, do I have to?" she
asked. "You saw they don't cover anything, they won't
be in his way."
"Yes," I told her, "but I'm tired of how mean you act
to people like him, and I think he deserves this
payment from you. I want you to remember it next time
you're tempted to mouth off to someone."
She reached under her dress, pulled down her panties,
stepped out of them, and handed them to the boy.
"Now, your dress."
"I can't do that here!" she whispered violently.
"Okay," I told her, "your choice. We can either do a
short session here or we can all go back home for a
long one."
She paused for just a moment, considering the
humiliation versus the pain and then began slowly
lifting up her dress. I could see her shaking. I also
suspect that the punisher enjoyed this slow,
embarrassed strip as much as the spanking. We left the
dress lying at her feet, and I had her bend over and
spread a little. He didn't take it easy on her, and I
also noticed that his hand lingered on her ass after
each swat.
After twenty, I had him stop, thanked him, and sent him
away (with Nikki's panties as a souvenir). Normally,
Nikki is the loudest screamer when we punish her, but
this time all she had done was whimpered. When she
stood up and dressed again, I saw that she was still
crying profusely. I wasn't sure if it was because of
her burning bottom or the degrading display. Either
way, I never saw her mistreat a stranger again.
Throughout the summer there were two events that we
often had the girls do for us. It was probably our
favorite thing (next to the sex). We would have them do
cheerleading routines in the nude. Sometimes, what
would be even more exciting would be to have them do
their routines in nothing but their short, cheerleader
skirts. It was fun to see the jiggling T&A show. And
when they had on the skirts, it made the jumps
especially exciting because of the nude flashes. We got
to tape them doing lots of nude cheers that summer!
**
One evening around dinnertime, we ordered a couple of
pizzas and realized that we were $2 short. Tim had an
idea. He dressed the girls in sexy outfits, and
everyone except Jen waited in another room when the
pizza guy rang the doorbell. She had him bring in the
pizzas while she told him how cute he was and asked for
a kiss (he gave her more than one).
Then, she called Nikki and Staci into the room and
offered to make a deal. If he would give the pizzas to
them, they would all take off their skirts to show him
their panties. And, if he would give them a bottle of
wine (at least $10), he could choose one of them to
dance for him and undress completely. He agreed, of
course, and they all removed their skirts. I thought
that Jen did it especially sensually, and she even
rolled down the top of her panties a little for him.
When he returned with the wine, he asked Jen to dance
for him. She put on a fantastic show, and he left
satisfied.
Earlier that week, we had talked about spending a
weekend in New Orleans. Now, we had the idea of earning
some extra money for the trip by making the girls
compete on amateur nights at the topless bars.
They resisted, naturally, but we demanded it, and we
went to one far away to where no one would recognize
them. They were all very nervous, but they got some
ideas by watching the regulars. Looks-wise, they
completely outclassed everyone there. Staci won first,
Nikki was second, and they also earned $95 in tips. The
surprising thing, though, was how excited Jennifer was
by the end of the night. By the end of the contest, she
was really turned on (maybe by watching the other women
as much as performing for strangers).
We had them compete on two more nights, and both times,
Jen won and Staci was second. Jen was really getting
into stripping, and her enthusiasm made her a crowd
favorite. Tim and I had them practicing their strip
shows at home (and we added them to our tape
collection), and it always turned on Jen the most; she
couldn't help but finger herself while the other two
danced and sometimes while she was dancing herself.
Even after we stopped making them compete, Jen still
would take us to the topless clubs every week or two.
The manager would let her into the rotation and let her
do lap dances. Since Nikki and Staci didn't want to
dance, we made them come along in short skirts with
nothing underneath, and Tim and I would keep them on
edge with our hands up their skirts while we all
watched. The first time that we all did this, Jen was
watching a short, large-breasted blonde named
"Sunshine" most of the night (her real name was
Ashley).
Ashley said that she couldn't do a lap dance for
another girl there at the club, so Jen paid for her to
dance for me while she watched closely. Jen also
invited her to the house so she could teach Jen how to
give better lap dances. That was a hot morning, with
Ashley demonstrating to Jen, and Jen trying to do one
better, and both of them practicing on me and Tim, and
they were totally nude. Nikki was off at the side (also
nude) and masturbating the whole time. Staci was at
work, so she missed out, but Ashley ended up in bed
with each of the rest of us (twice with Jen).
**
Another night, late summer, the girls invited four or
five other girls over for a slumber party. My parents
had gone to a conference in Dallas for the week, and
Tim and I went to my house for the night. The girls
were planning to play strip poker, and we Staci had
helped us to hide the cameras earlier that evening.
This was one of those games where after you lost your
clothes, you had to bet your body, and if you lost
again, you became the winner's slave for the rest of
the night. Well, we had a call from Nikki that Debby
and Jordan were on their way over, and she asked us to
give them a rough time.
They arrived, both wearing short skirts and tight
blouses. Debby is a vivacious blonde with fantastic
legs, and Jordan is a sultry brunette with a cute face
and bewitching figure. We asked them why they were
there. Jordan explained that they had been playing
strip poker and that Nikki had won them and sent them
over. We were supposed to choose which of them was the
most seductive and to give the loser a full punishment.
Tim pressed them: "why would Nikki do that to you?" We
learned that Jennifer had been an early loser to Deb,
then Jordan had lost her to Deb, and they had made her
do some very humiliating things. So after Nikki had won
both of them, she asked Jen what to do, and this had
been Jen's suggestion.
"What did you make her do," we asked. Things like
cleaning out a car while nude, knocking on a neighbor's
door in bra and panties and asking if he could give her
a battery for her vibrator, and then playing with
herself, nude, in the hammock on the back patio, they
told us.
We had them sit down while we got some things to punish
the loser. We built a collection of all types of
things: ping-pong paddles, rulers, rope, knitting
needles and pins, matches, clothespins, potato peeler,
... anything. What they didn't know was that it was all
just for show to scare them, and it worked;
Jordan's voice was quivering, and Debby looked a little
pale. We explained that if Nikki and Jen had sent them
to us, then the two in front of us must have been
extremely mean to Jen, and we would avenge her
appropriately.
We asked Deb to start by showing Tim how seductive she
was, and she did a sexy stroll for him and lifted her
skirt a little at the end. I asked Jordan if she could
do better, and she ended her act by flashing her
panties, too, but then getting in my lap and French-
kissing me.
Deb's turn was a kiss with Tim's hand on her breasts.
Jordan went further by taking off her top for me while
we kissed. Deb did the same, and her skirt, and Jordan
took it all off. Neither one dared to be the least
seductive, and it wasn't long before they had each
"seduced" us all of the way.
Tim was still massaging Deb's breasts when I rolled off
of Jordan, and he asked me how I voted. We agreed that,
obviously, they were both very seductive, though not as
seductive as Jennifer. We also agreed they couldn't
both escape the punishment, but it seemed like a tie to
us.
The girls began to protest that we couldn't torture
both of them, and we agreed with them. We said that
since we were going to punish them both, we would only
use the paddles on them.
You could see the relief in their eyes, and I turned
away so they wouldn't see me smile. This had been the
original plan! After their long spanking session, I
doubt that they still felt relieved. Our intent was to
make sure that the girls would still have very red
bottoms to show their poker buddies.
When we told them that they could leave, they reached
for the clothes, and we stopped them. They had given us
their clothes, being seductive, and we intended to keep
them. The girls whined, and we gave them another dozen
swats for arguing with us. Then I made them an offer. I
said that I'd find something to cover the bottom of one
of them, but they'd have to fight over it.
Debby had a confused look on her face, but Jordan
understood. She grabbed a handful of Debby's hair in
each hand and tried to tug her to the floor. Debby was
screaming, and her waving arms found Debby's breasts
and began squeezing them. Jordan screamed and pushed
Deb away. They both were panting and then rushed at
each other and began the tit-twisting again.
Jordan couldn't take it and immediately tried to get
away, but Deb wouldn't let go. Jordan dropped to the
floor and rolled over, face down, to protect her
breasts. Deb got on top of her, took a savage bite out
of her ass, and began flailing Jordan's bruised bottom.
Finally, Deb finished by rolling her over, sitting over
her face, and making Jordan lick her. What was most
amazing about that pair was that as viciously as they
always fought, they were also passionate lovers. To
skip ahead a little, the next year in school, because
of the hidden camera at the poker party and the one at
our house that night, these two were forced to become
Tim's next set of slaves - all three always had a
wonderful time in bed together, but the two girls were
constantly looking for ways to embarrass the other or
get on Tim's good side so he would let her help punish
the other one.
My Senior year plan developed differently. A couple of
weeks before school began again, Melissa started
calling me. Melissa was in my class, and I'd seen her
at little during the summer, because she was also a
friend of Staci's (what cute girl wasn't?).
Mel was also on the cheerleading squad, and her body
was proportionately pleasing the same way that Staci's
was except that Melissa was about five or six inches
shorter with wavy, dark hair and a dark complexion. She
would call just to talk, but I got the impression that
she was impressed with the way I treated my girlfriend
(in public), how satisfied, happy, and devoted Staci
was to me, and she knew that Staci would be returning
to Florida soon. She let me know that she understood
that Staci was my girlfriend but that she was available
while Staci was away.
She always asked what my family was doing, and one
afternoon, I told her that my parents were going to be
at a meeting that night. She asked if she could come
over for kind of a date. I had a good idea of what to
expect, so I also invited Staci and had her hiding in
another room. When the bell rang and I opened the door,
there stood Mel, completely nude; her clothes were in a
heap at her feet.
She bounced into the room, into my arms, and began
kissing me and pulling off my shirt. Melissa's body was
as sensational as I'd imagined, and the surprise to me
was that she was shaved (in the back of my mind, I was
wondering how Staci would look like that). In no time,
I was sucking a nipple and had a couple of fingers in
her - that's when Staci came into the room. Mel tensed
up immediately. Staci didn't say anything, but she came
over and replaced my fingers with her mouth.
Until then, Mel says that she hadn't even realized that
Staci was nude, too. Melissa also told us that later
that she had never been interested in girls before, so
she momentarily felt panicky when Staci began licking
her, but Staci has an expert tongue, and Mel's fiery
body was already too desire-filled to complain. So for
that final week of summer, Melissa joined me and Staci
just about every evening, and it got to where Mel
enjoyed sex with Staci as much as with me.
The Sunday that Staci was going back to Florida, I went
over to her house in the morning. Tim said that she was
still in her room, so I snuck in. She wasn't asleep.
She was in bed crying. She hugged me when she saw me
and told me that she didn't want to leave, how she had
hated me more than ever after the videotape prank, but
now she loved me.
She said no boyfriend had ever treated her so well
(despite my harsh punishments, I had always worshiped
her so tried to be fair) or had been such a good lover
(the others, she says, always resented her girlfriend
lovers). She was scared that when she returned to
college, I would have Melissa and forget about her.
I tried to reassure her by reminding her that I had
always loved her and that I always continue to love
her. I agreed that Melissa was sexy but that she could
never be more than a weak substitute for Staci.
Staci's body was so much more awesome, her personality
was more fun, and she was sweeter, more passionate,
smarter, and more tender than Mel could ever be. We had
a very passionate morning and early afternoon before
she left; I still believe that she was determined to
secure her number one position in my heart before she
had to leave.
Throughout my Senior year, we called each other
regularly. Staci told me about her girlfriends (she was
sharing an apartment with Jen, Nikki, and another girl
named Brooke). I would tell her about the things I was
doing with Mel. We vowed to resume our affair in the
summer, and we had an imaginative phone sex life until
then.
My sex life with Melissa was going great, but she kept
hinting that she was missing Staci, too. At the start
of the second semester, a new girl transferred to our
school. Shannon was tall with a very nice figure and
great legs - from what I could tell in her tight jeans.
Melissa told me that Shannon had kind of small but very
nice-looking breasts.
Mel had a gym class last period, and Shannon wanted to
try out as a diver for the Olympics some day, and she
would come during the last period and practice. Mel got
to see her change into her swimsuit almost every day in
the locker room, and she kept imagining that Shannon
kept looking at her, too. Shannon was a year younger
than us, but she was graduating a year early, and, as
luck had it, Mel discovered that she had a scholarship
to Staci's school.
Melissa invited her to have dinner with us, letting her
know about my friends from that college. Mel chose a
night when her parents were on some type of retreat,
and she cooked for the two of us. We had wine after
dinner, and we were all feeling loose when Mel got us
starting to talk about movie stars and who looked the
best. From there, she told Shannon how much she admired
her legs. Shannon protested that Melissa's looked just
as good, and Mel asked me to judge. I said it wasn't
fair, since I'd seen hers but only seen Shannon in
jeans.
Melissa ordered Shannon to take off her jeans so I
could compare their legs, and she pulled hers off.
Shannon blushed a little but stood up and turned to
face away from me, because as she yanked down her tight
jeans, her tiny pink panties started to come down with
them. She pulled them back up, stepped out of her
jeans, and turned to face me.
Mel walked over and asked me what I thought. I reminded
them that Staci had nice, long legs, and I was partial
to them - so I preferred Shannon's. Shannon blushed
again and picked up her pants. She made some comment
about Melissa having better breasts, though. Mel jumped
on that and argued that Shannon had very attractive
breasts.
Shannon just kept shaking her head and seemed very
embarrassed, so Mel asked me to judge again. She pulled
off her top and bra and told Shannon to do the same.
Shannon stared at Mel's bobbing breasts, finished off a
glass of wine, and stripped off her blouse and bra. I
told her they looked terrific but there was only one
way to tell for sure, and I began caressing and kissing
them.
Mel walked over, and Shannon reached out to play with
her breasts. I'll tell you - Shannon was positively
insatiable. We had lots of fun that night, and she
wanted to continue on every night, which made Mel happy
again.
I didn't tell Staci about Shannon, because I had an
idea. The next month was Spring Break, and I asked
Staci if Melissa and I could come to visit. She was
excited by the idea. Well, we also brought Shannon
along, and she and Staci became instant lovers, too.
I know this story is dragging on, so I'll wrap it up
here. After Graduation, Melissa and I decided to go to
the same college as Staci and Shannon. All four of us
and Brooke rented a house together. We graduated from
there together, and we all still live together happily
along with Jen when she's in town. Jen became an exotic
dancer and has been in some amateur films.
I don't hear from Tim much, except that I know he's an
accountant in the East and lives with Jordan, and
Nikki.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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