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Chapter 9: Party games – Part 1
“Well don’t just sit there girl go and see who it is,” ordered the older woman curtly. With her heart in her mouth, and conscious that her nipples were poking embarrassingly out and that the red lines decorating her thighs were only just hidden by the hem of the short skirt, Lisa apprehensively went to answer the door. When it opened her face instantly began to burn and she started to tremble as the boy’s incredulous eyes travelled slowly up and down her front.
“Oh Hello Matthew,” said Olivia Brite, standing up and quickly crossing the kitchen before putting her arm around Lisa’s shoulders. “This is my lovely niece Lisa. Can you make sure that you have her back by ten thirty please. She doesn’t need a coat, it’s very mild this evening.”
“Hello Mrs Brite,” he replied, unable to drag his eyes away from the girl’s wonderfully soft and only partly concealed curves. “Er…yes I’ll make sure she’s home by then.”
“Now Lisa you be a good girl and have a wonderful time tonight,” said Olivia as she gently kissed the surprised girl on the cheek. “Matthew is a really nice boy.” Lisa stared at the false smile on her Aunt’s face totally dumbfounded by what she was hearing.
“I’ll take care of her Mrs Brite,” said the boy, “you don’t need to worry.”
“Yes I know you’re a responsible young man Matthew and Lisa is a shy but obedient girl, so she’ll behave herself, won’t you Lisa?” The smiling woman embraced her niece. Lisa hugged her Aunt back, it was a natural reaction. Unseen by the boy the older woman’s hand slid down and then up underneath the edge of the tiny skirt. Lisa suddenly stiffened, biting her lip to stop herself crying out, as her Aunt’s fingers cruelly pinched a generous fold of soft flesh.
“Well?”
“Oooooh yes Aunty,” she managed to gasp out. “I’ll be good!”
“I know you will my little darling, now you have a lovely time.” Olivia’s eyes flickered to the youth’s.
“Look after her Matthew and I hope you both have some fun.” The boy nodded, almost imperceptibly, at the knowing smile that the woman gave him. He knew full well what she was expecting…
As the small car wound its’ way through the country lanes Lisa kept the hem of her short skirt pulled down, as much as she was able, whilst surreptitiously glancing at the youth sat by her side. He was four or five years her senior and very good looking. Her heart, already beating quite fast, began to thump in her chest when he suddenly turned his head and caught her staring. But he gave her a big smile so she shyly smiled back.
“So you’re Mrs Brites’ niece Lisa, staying till the end of the summer. Right?”
“Yes. And you’re Matthew.” He nodded. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, trying to disguise the tension in her voice. He’s so good looking! Whether it was her anxiety or not she didn’t know, but her pussy was tingling and her hard nipples pulsing excitedly. He’s gorgeous!
The house was very modern and sat on the edge of the village. Whoever owned it was obviously wealthy. The driveway had two enormous gates and was lined by small trees. As the car came to a halt Lisa stared up at the huge picture windows that looked out over the wide expanse of neatly manicured lawn. Climbing from the car she suddenly felt the boys’ hand on her hip. She jerked away as it quickly slid down and tried to grasp the cheek of her bottom.
“Er…what are you doing?” she asked, as the hairless folds between her thighs immediately grew wet.
“Showing my good manners by helping you out of the car of course,” he said, a huge grin on his face. He stepped closer and slid his arm around her waist. Although she knew she should pull away she found herself unable to move as her nostrils filled with the heady aroma of his cologne. Helplessly she looked into his sparkling eyes. As his hand moved gently up under the edge of her shirt she swallowed nervously, her stomach fluttering as his fingers made wonderful circular patterns on the soft skin above her hip. Cool, he thought, the little tart’s dying for it! He knew the signs well enough. He’d have another to add to his collection by the end of the night!
“P…P…Please don’t. Please keep your hands away,” she said weakly, making no effort to extricate herself from his encircling arm. “My Aunt is terribly strict. She wouldn’t like me letting you touch…”
“Don’t be so uptight! C’mon you and I can be really good friends. I can tell you like me.” Lisa looked into his smiling face once more and felt her whole body tingle. She didn’t resist as he turned her towards him and gently kissed her lips. Because of the chemicals coursing through her bloodstream she couldn’t control her responses. Within moments she was kissing him back fiercely, a small groan escaping her throat as his tongue pushed into her mouth. She felt her whole body trembling with desire. Her thorn-like nipples, crushed against his chest, pulsed with excitement and her pussy throbbed deliciously. As his hand slid down and began to caress the soft curves of her bottom she did nothing to stop him.
“C’mon,” he said, pulling his lips from hers, “let’s go and meet the others.” Red faced and breathless Lisa followed him. She shouldn’t have let him kiss her! What was she thinking? What if Aunt Olivia found out? But she was so wet! And his hand touching her bum! God it had turned her on so much!
Lisa was quite surprised once they were inside. It wasn’t much of a party, well as far as she could see! A very pretty girl called Silvia, whose house it apparently was, had opened the front door and two more girls were sat on a settee in the spacious lounge. But besides them there were only two boys standing in the kitchen. Self consciously she clung to Matthew, horribly aware that her flint-like nipples were making two very obvious points in the soft cotton of her blouse. Aunt Olivia had refused to allow her to wear one of her new bra’s so all she had on beneath her clothes was a tiny thong. She swallowed nervously as both the boys and girls stared at her with undisguised interest. Music was coming from two enormous floor standing speakers. The glass doors of a matching cabinet were wide open revealing, what looked to be, a very expensive hi-fi system.
“This is Lisa, she’s staying for the summer,” said Matthew as he quickly flicked the tops from two bottles of beer with an opener. He handed one to her.
“Er…er…I don’t think I should be drinking alcohol Matthew,” she whispered quietly, hoping that he’d be the only one to hear. “If my Aunt Olivia found out she’d go mad!”
“She’s not going to find out,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile. “Relax, we’re going to have a really nice time tonight.” His smile, and the fact that she suddenly felt very “grown up”, quickly overcame her reticence. Accepting the bottle she took a mouthful of beer, her confidence growing as the bitter liquid flowed over her tongue. She gulped back half of the bottle without pausing for breath.
An hour later and Lisa was feeling much more relaxed. The three girls had encouraged her to talk about herself and in return she’d found out a little about them; Silvia’s parents were away for the weekend so she had the house to herself. She was a very attractive girl by any standards, with blonde curly hair that cascaded down over her shoulders and a taste for designer clothes that hugged the perfect curves of her breasts and bottom. Her two friends were equally eye-catching. Amanda, already tall, wore spiked heels that, together with a short skirt, displayed her long legs to perfection. She’d also been blessed with large breasts which added to her sexy demeanour and it was little wonder that most of the males she met found their mouths watering uncontrollably! Bridget on the other hand was shorter than her companions but she attracted an equal amount of male attention. No doubt this was partly due to the way that her breasts, although small, jutted proudly out from her chest and the skin tight jeans that she always favoured. Lisa found herself giggling and laughing with them as the evening progressed.
Up to that point the boys had pretty much kept themselves to themselves, drinking beer in the kitchen as the volume of their conversation grew steadily louder. Matthew occasionally appeared in the room, each time treating Lisa to a wide smile and asking if she was enjoying herself. The beer loosened her tongue and she gradually overcame her nervousness. The red lines decorating her bottom and thighs, her Aunt and Uncle, what had happened in town earlier that day, all of it became progressively less concerning as the alcohol gently removed her worries. At some point she confided in her new friends that Matthew was her boyfriend. She failed to notice the frown that crossed Silvia’s features or the fury in her eyes…
“We won’t be long,” was all the boys said as, amidst much laughter, they crowded noisily out of the front door in search of fresh supplies of beer.
“Jeez,” said Bridget with exasperation in her voice. “Always the same. They always have to go and buy more beer. They’ll be ages!” Lisa didn’t notice the cold smile on Silvia’s face nor the looks that passed between the three friends. Unbeknownst to Lisa, Silvia’s little “triad” was feared in the local school that they all attended, and with good reason. Being the three most attractive girls in class allowed them to manipulate boys almost at will and woe betide any of their fellow female pupils who happened to “cross” them. Several of those who had displeased Silvia’s gang had not only been psychologically bullied but also physically tormented. Annoying the “Populars” was to be avoided at all costs, especially if you wanted to be accepted at any of the social events within the local vicinity. Also unbeknownst to Lisa was that Silvia had had sex with Matthew on several occasions over the past few months. Mistakenly Silvia considered herself to be Matthew’s girlfriend; He was hers! He loved her! When in fact he simply saw her as another conquest, admittedly a very attractive one, to add to his list. If Lisa had known any of this she’d never have agreed to play cards…
Lisa wasn’t good at card games, she never had been. But surprisingly after several rounds she’d won as many hands as she’d lost. When Silvia suggested forfeits for the loser the giggling girls, including Lisa, quickly agreed. The beer was starting to affect her judgement and also her awareness; she didn’t notice that the hem of her skirt had ridden up revealing her thighs, and the recent evidence of Mr Wiggings’ cane, to her new “friends”. A few hands later and she found herself without her sandals. Then she lost again. This time the forfeit proved far more serious. The laughing girls told her to take off her knickers! Instantly she felt the sexual tension in the room intensify, the chemicals in her bloodstream igniting her libido and causing her nipples to stiffen, almost painfully. In the already wet slit nestling between her thighs a delicious tingling began to grow. This together with the excited eyes of the three girls staring at her caused her cheeks to flood with heat. She’d been told to take her knickers off! In the back of her mind an unwelcome little voice was telling her that she had to do as she was told, had to be good, had to obey. Embarrassment and arousal were suddenly competing for her attention. Red faced and slightly drunk she tried to wriggle out of the forfeit.
“I…I…I don’t want…”
“Oh come on,” snapped Amanda, “ don’t be such a bore! You agreed to play. If we’d known you were such a prude we wouldn’t have bothered.” The three girls looked at her expectantly. Suddenly they were acting together as one, almost as if they knew what the others intended.
“God I bet Matthew thinks you’re a proper prick-tease!” said Silvia with a spiteful smile on her face. “What are you scared of for goodness sake, we’re only playing a game.”
“She’s obviously still just a good little girl. Aren’t you old enough to play with grown-ups? Is that it?” Their mocking laughter made Lisa’s face burn. The little voice in her mind grew more insistent…do as you’re told.
“Is the poor baby scared? Oh diddums!” Howling with laughter the three older girls watched as their cruel jibes affected the slightly intoxicated teenager.
“Do it!” said one of them forcefully, the angry edge in her voice making Lisa jump. Red faced and visibly shaking she found herself standing up and in a daze reaching beneath the hem of the short skirt before slowly sliding the little thong down her legs. It lay in a tiny pool around her ankles whilst she stood trembling, not knowing what to do next. Silvia looked directly into the youngster’s wide open eyes.
“Give it to me,” she ordered. The three girls grinned at each other as their blushing victim bent and retrieved the flimsy piece of material from the floor before holding it out towards her seated tormentor. Their manipulation was working perfectly and it had been surprisingly easy once Silvia had taken the lead.
“It’s all wet!” she exclaimed with mock astonishment, holding the offending object distastefully between her thumb and forefinger. “Oh my god the little tart’s getting turned on!” Again the three rolled with laughter as they stared at Lisa whose face had turned to pure scarlet.
“I need to go to the t…t…toilet,” she suddenly blurted out, far too loudly, as she twisted her fingers together nervously. The cold cruelty in Silvia’s eyes didn’t diminish.
“Ask properly little girl,” she said, her voice laced with threat. The drugs and alcohol in Lisa’s system and her increasing arousal, the mortifying humiliation that only seemed to add to that arousal, combined with the memories of what had happened to her over the previous few days, in addition to the awful situation that she now found herself in flicked a switch somewhere deep inside her mind. Unable to resist her latent submissive nature, and feeling as if she was in some horrid dream, she heard herself speak.
“P…please may I go to the toilet Miss?”
Thankfully, closing the door allowed her to escape from the giggling girls. She was shaking uncontrollably and felt as if she was going to cry but…between her legs she could feel the wetness oozing. She sat down heavily on the toilet seat and tried to breath. God she was so so horny, so turned on! What was the matter with her? And what were the horrid girls going to do to her? And why was she being such a slut! No longer able to resist the overwhelming urge to touch herself she pulled the skirt up above her waist, opened her legs wide and leant back. Immediately she started to gasp as her fingers slid between the slippery lips of her pussy. Within seconds her hand became coated with sticky fluid as she frantically finger fucked herself and teased the swollen knob of her clitoris. Ooh! Ahhhhhh! Ooooooh! Nearly there! Nearly there! Her breathless moans grew louder and then suddenly the door flew open!
The rapid flashes from the camera froze her in position, two fingers deeply embedded in her sopping vagina, her red face a mask of absolute shock…and then eager hands were dragging her roughly back into the lounge.
“Wait till the boys see these!” yelled Amanda excitedly. “And what will her Aunt and Uncle say?” Standing in front of the three girls, who were grinning and sniggering as they sat together on the settee, Lisa wanted to crawl away and die! She could feel the waves of humiliation washing over her as they stared. And then her heart gave a sudden lurch when she heard what Silvia said…
“Take your clothes off slut.”
[Dear Readers all – at this point I’m going to leave Lisa Lus where she is – about to lose her clothes and much more besides! I’ll get back to her in the future but for now I need to continue with the Adventures of Lisa James – she’s filling my mind with deliciously embarrassing possibilities – YN]
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