My Sexual Evolution

My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 1 – The Beginning

Hi, my name is Christine. I have already written and posted 8 stories on this website, about my bondage sex adventures, but I’ve been going through my diaries and journals, and have decided to write this multipart story about my sexual evolution, from the beginning. My diaries begin when I was in 6th grade, and first became interested in boys. Before then, I only have memories. Prior to starting my high school freshman year, I switched to keeping a journal. I also kept a calendar, during my high school years (and still do today), which simply had brief notations of: appointments of all types, scheduled events, parties, dates, etc. I wrote pages and pages in my journals, and quickly had to adopt a type of shorthand code (very similar to texting), which I still use today.

I have no idea who might read my stories. I suppose it could be anyone from 10-12 year old pre-teens up to the infamous “dirty old man”, and everyone in-between. If you are an early teen, the first parts of this story are for you. I recently turned 27 in June of 2011. I imagine it will take some months to complete the many parts to this story. With my work, other activities, social life, etc., I’m lucky to find a few hours of free time a week to write.

Whether you are male or female, of whatever age or generation, I invite you to read my story and ask yourself some of the following questions. How old were you, when you got your first real kiss? How old were you, when you got felt up, or felt up a girl, both through clothes or bare naked boobs? How old were you, when you gave a boy a blowjob, or got your first blowjob from a girl? How old were you, when you first got finger fucked by a boy, or let a boy finger fuck you? How old were you, when a boy ate your pussy? How old were you, when you first got fucked by a boy, or you first fucked a girl? Finally, I’m not going into homosexuality here, but how old were you when, if a female like me, did you first eat pussy?  And finally, when did bondage become part of any of the above activities for you? I think that I started off rather slowly, but rapidly caught up. By the time I graduated from high school, I think I was sexually well advanced. I will start at the beginning, but gloss over the more mundane, yet meaningful, experiences and get to the good stuff as quickly as possible. Please bear with me. I will give much more detailed accounts of the sexual events in my teen years that turned me into a bondage nymphet, by the time I graduated from high school.

I have vague childhood memories of playing 2 games; Hide-and-seek and Cowboys and Indians. It seemed to me that almost every time we played Cowboys and Indians, I was cast either as the rancher’s wife or the Indian maiden, and inevitably I got captured and tied up. Of course, nothing sexual ever occurred, but each of these games led to other games, as I got older, that affected my sexual development.

We moved to my grandfather’s house just before I started 3rd grade. My grandfather retired and moved to Florida. I lived in that house until just about 2 years ago. At my new school, I met Lisa, who became my best friend. She is still my best friend, and is featured in all my stories. At my young age, I have realized the importance of having good friends. Through circumstance, you will lose some friends along the way, but you will have countless opportunities to make new friends. Hang on to them as long as possible.

Shortly after we moved and I started in my new school, I became a professional commercial model, strictly by chance. My Dad was good friends with the owner of a large department store. He was going to start a new advertising campaign, featuring a “typical family” in seasonal clothing. Four times a year, I modeled clothing and was photographed, with my new “family.”  The clothing was featured in weekly advertising flyers that were inserted into Sunday newspapers or other advertisements. I, of course, had no experience, but the photographer posed us. I had a Mom, Dad and older brother in my “family,” none of whom I knew. This job lasted through 8th grade. Along the way, I had a new “Dad” and “older brother,” plus a new “younger brother,” during the last 2 years. Besides getting paid, I got FREE clothes!!! I’ll tell you more about my modeling career later in this story.

My 1st experience, that is relevant to the title of this story, happened during 6th grade. In grammar school (grades 1-6), we had a home room system, whereby our homeroom teacher also taught the basic subjects. We would go to a different teacher for classes like gym, art, music, etc. I was the tall skinny girl, sort of cute, but more of a precocious tomboy, who loved the outdoors and sports. In gym classes, I discovered that I liked softball and was pretty good at it. During the 1st semester, we would go to art 2 days a week and music 3 days a week, at the same hour. My singing voice developed, and everyone thought that I had a beautiful voice. It was lower and mellower than probably 90% of the girls my age. During the 2nd semester, we had drama 3 times a week in place of music. Initially, we divided into mixed groups and learned little skits. They were either: musical, stand up comedy, slapstick or theatrical. We eventually had a little show that we performed for the student body, during school hours on a Friday, and the same evening for parents and the public in the school auditorium/gym.

The following Monday in drama class, we were told that we would be doing a play. It was a musical called Sourwood Mountain. We would give a performance of the play, during a special assembly, in front of the student body, and an evening performance for our parents and the public. Scripts for Act One were given to 6 or 7 girls, and maybe 12-15 boys (there were many more parts for boys). The girls, including me, were taken to the stage in our auditorium/gym, by one of 2 aides to our music/drama teacher. Both aides were young college age women doing their student teaching. For the entire period, we read from Act One, frequently changing parts. On Wednesday, the boys and girls were together on the auditorium stage and read various parts together. On Friday of that week, the cast parts were posted. There were never tryouts for specific parts. I think I got my part partly because I had a deeper strong voice, and partly because I was taller and stood out on stage. Some of the boys were assigned to the stage crew, and would build props and sets, and become stagehands. Some of the girls were assigned to paint the props and sets, make costumes, create promotional posters, design and print flyers and design and print the program. The rest of the kids, who were not assigned a specific part, were assigned to the chorus.

I was assigned the 2nd girls lead, a character with the name Susie Adams. Besides my role, I had a duet and solo song to sing. Over the next few weeks, we rehearsed 3 times a week. After we had pretty well memorized our parts for Act One, we were given the script for Act Two. Rehearsals increased to 5 times a week, and cast members were excused from art class. Eventually, we received our scripts for Act Three. I had read through my Act Three part several times, and never noticed a small one word stage direction. It was Lisa who called me one night, laughing hysterically. She pointed out in the script where my part said “kiss.” I was mortified. I had to kiss a boy in front of the whole school and in front of all the parents and others from our community who came to the play. I wasn’t even into boys yet! I had never kissed a boy, except in 1st grade on a dare. Word spread quickly around school. I was the subject of endless teasing, as was Robbie, who played the character opposite me. This was unheard of at our school in any previous school play. A few days later, it was time to rehearse the scene, with the now infamous kiss. It had widely become known as “THE BIG KISS,” even before it happened in rehearsal. Cast members crowded the stage. Those who were not in the cast or chorus snuck into the gym to watch.

It happened shortly after we started rehearsal. Robbie’s face was all red, and he was really nervous. I had convinced myself to just close my eyes and do it, but I felt that my face was beet red. We weren’t even touching or holding each other. It was just a lean in kiss. I puckered. Robbie hesitated. Snickers and giggles erupted from those watching. Eventually, Robbie gave me probably the fastest peck on my lips in history. Our audience howled and whistled. “CUT!” “QUIET!!!”, bellowed the drama teacher, “Try it again.” The 2nd kiss wasn’t any better. The drama teacher told one of her aides to take us out and practice. She took Robbie and me to a large storeroom, behind the stage, where some props and costumes were stored. She instructed me not to pucker so much, “Just part your lips a little and just begin to pucker, and tilt your head a little to the right, so you don’t bump noses.” Actually Robbie wasn’t all that cute, and he did have a big nose, but he was tall and had a beautiful choir boy like voice. The aide said, “Watch me and do it like this, Robbie.” Then she kissed me! I pulled away almost immediately. “No Christine, I want you to hold the kiss for 5 seconds.” Then, she kissed me again. After a few seconds, I pulled away. She told me that I did pretty well, but to hold it longer. She kissed me a 3rd time, and I had it. It was perfect!

“Now, Robbie,” the aide said, “Stand about a foot away from Christine, tilt your head a little to the right, press your lips to Christine’s and mold your lips to match hers.” The 1st time Robbie kept his lips stiff. The 2nd time he matched his lips to mine, but didn’t hold the kiss long enough. However, on the 3rd try, we got it right! It felt good and I was getting into it. The aide made us practice kiss 10 more times. We were brought back onstage to do the kiss scene. Only the cast and chorus were there. The 1st time we kissed, Robbie pulled away too soon. I was relaxed and didn’t feel that I was blushing. Robbie was still nervous and his face was still a little red. On our 2nd try, I slipped my left hand (away from the audience) behind Robbie’s neck, and gently held him in place. “Perfect!”, shouted the drama teacher, “Do it again one more time.” My hand stayed in the scene. After rehearsal, all the girls all wanted to know how it was and how it felt. I was beginning to think about a couple other cute boys that I would like to kiss like that. During rehearsals, Robbie and I had to do our kiss scene 3 times every day, until everyone’s fascination had worn off, and it became routine. I never told my parents about the kiss scene. When we performed the play for the student body, there were only a few whistles, after Robbie kissed me. We got standing ovations and 3 curtain calls for our public performance. Mom gave me some kind of knowing smile.

I celebrated my 13th birthday a few days after I graduated from 6th grade. During the following summer, my girlfriends and I hung out at each other’s homes, lounging around our pools and slathering on tons of sun block on our flat chested bikini clad bodies. We were obsessed with boys and kissing. We perfected our kissing skills on each other and practiced our dancing moves. I think there were 4 or 5 pool parties, over that summer, where boys were invited. As everyone knows, girls mature faster than boys. Most of the boys acted silly and immature, around the girls. They tended to hang amongst themselves, and most were not yet interested in girls. However before that summer was over, I managed to coax 2 pretty cute boys into sneaking away from poolside to do a little kissing and making out. When we started 7th grade in the late summer, it was a whole new experience, almost like starting over. We were now in Jr. High School (grades 7-8). It was a little intimidating. Students from 4-6 different elementary schools funneled into our junior high school. We had a morning homeroom, but went from classroom to classroom, for our classes, just like regular high school and college. Also, I discovered that everyone was divided into learning levels. Classes had the letter “a”, “b”, or “c”, after them on our schedules, which denoted “above average”, “average” and “below average”. The consequences of all this were that I never saw some of my friends from elementary school except at lunch or on our school bus.

I was lucky to get in with a really good group of kids, both in my “a” level classes, and in our P.E. classes. I quickly made many new friends, including Ashley, who actually lived only a few blocks from me, but went to a different elementary school. We had P.E. (gym) daily. All the girls had to wear an ugly green one piece uniform with a somewhat short skirt. In the fall, and again in the spring, we had several weeks of softball. I found out that I really liked the game and was pretty good. I played 2nd base and hit very well. My best friend, Lisa, became a really good pitcher. There were a number of school dances during the school year, and my girlfriends and I went to all of them. Do you remember how the boys would all huddle around the perimeter of the gym, and a lot of girls did like wise. Some of the girls would dance with other girls. I wasn’t at all self-conscious, and when boys didn’t ask me to dance, I asked them. Even several 8th grade boys asked me to dance. I loved the slow dances. The chaperones hardly ever paid attention to what was happening on the dance floor, and I could put my arms around a cute boy and let him hold me tight.

I went to 3 parties, with boys, that were all 7th grade kids, and hosted one of my own. We danced and played Truth or Dare, and some kissing games. Janice, an 8th grade girl from my neighborhood, invited Lisa, Ashley and me to one of her parties late in the school year, with mostly 8th graders. You learn a lot about people playing Truth or Dare. At that party, I spent a lot of time blindfolded in a closet and making out, while playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Shortly after that party, an 8th grade boy named Dean invited Lisa and me to his party. I think we were more mature than most of the 8th grade girls there. Lisa and I each latched onto 2 cute boys, during the course of the party, and did a lot of making out and let them feel us up (through our clothes). Eddie, an 8th grader about as tall as me, with medium length brown hair, intense green eyes and large soft lips was the 1st boy to feel me up. He was a little crude and rough, but it felt sort of nice, and I would learn to love it.

Puberty struck early on in 7th grade. I handled it well, unlike many of my girlfriends, who over dramatized their trauma. Puberty wasn’t a dreaded curse for me, and I treated my periods as necessary inconveniences. Mom gave me the female version of the birds and the bees talk. Near the end of 7th grade, I had grown a respectable little pair of titties. However, my dark brown pubic hair was growing in like crazy. On the last Friday, before 7th grade graduation, my Mom picked me up after school and took me to her OB/GYN. I had been touching and playing with myself, down there, for a couple months, and it felt good, but I didn’t really know how to get myself off. The gynecological exam was necessary to determine if I had all the right parts and everything was OK. Dr. Krueger was a nice gentle woman, probably in her mid-40s. I lay on the examination table in one of those backless gowns, with my legs spread in stirrups. I couldn’t see what was going on, but felt her probing around down there. The doctor told me that I was going to feel a little something that might hurt a bit. I felt her push something into my vagina, probably a scope, but it didn’t hurt. Dr. Krueger told me about masturbation, safe sex, the use of condoms and STDs. She urged me to use masturbation, instead of intercourse, until I was older, and told me that she would put me on the pill, when I turned 16. Do you remember when you used to get a balloon or lollipop, when you went to the doctor or dentist? Dr. Krueger gave me a vibrator, and told me that my Mom would show me how to use it. Mom was in the room for my whole exam, and smiled and said she would teach me all about vibrators and masturbation.

Mom and I were always very close. I shared everything with her (well, maybe not always right away). She encouraged and helped me develop my sexuality. The very next day Mom told me that I would be spending the day with her. In the morning, she took me shopping. She bought me 2 pretty sun dresses and my first pair of heels, a simple 2” style. Next, Mom said that she wanted to get me a little string bikini, so that I could show off my developing body to the boys. She may have been reliving her teen years. Before we finished, I had 2 tiny string bikinis, one black, and one deep blue that matched my eyes. The tops were the types with 2 separated triangles of lined cloth that were held up by strings tied behind my back and neck. The bottoms had tiny crotch lined triangles in front, and the back triangle covered about half of my ass. They had a single tie at my right hip. Mom took me to lunch, at a cozy intimate restaurant, and frankly briefed me on what we would be doing that afternoon.

When we got home, the 1st thing was a try-on. We went up to Mom’s bedroom, and both of us stripped naked. While neither of us prance around the house naked, it was not unusual to see each other’s bare bodies. I put on one of my new string bikinis. The top fit fine and I could easily grow into it. However, I was a bit shocked to see my pubic hairs sticking out from the tiny bottom. Mom told me not to panic and take off my bikini. Mom draped a large towel over the end of her bed and sat me on it. She taught me how to trim my bush with a comb and scissors. I cut my pubic hairs evenly to about 3/4” long. Next, Mom taught me to shave my bush. Using shaving cream and a neat new razor for women, I shaved some off each side and the top of my bush, leaving a neat little triangle. For practice, Mom had me shave off the hairs on either side of my pussy. When I was all finished and cleaned up, it was time for my next lesson.

We lay on our backs on her bed, with our legs up and our butts about 2’ apart. Mom taught me how to properly masturbate and orgasm. She emphasized the need to first caress my pussy lips, until I was good and wet, before plunging my finger inside me. I was going too fast, but my middle finger easily went inside me. She told me to take my time, think about some cute guy in a band or movie and play with my breasts. As I played with myself, I watched Mom do it to herself. While she gently moaned, I saw how really wet she was. She told me to curve my finger, so that when I thrust it in and out, I would also rub my clit. Mom came, with a huge satisfying groan, while I continued to play with myself. She urged me on, telling me to use fingers from my other hand on my clit, while continuing my finger fucking. I worked myself up pretty good. I wasn’t aware of how loud my moans and gasps were, and then I came. MY VERY FIRST ORGASM! It was wonderful and blew my mind. BUT, Mom told me to do it again. She told me to pay attention to how my body responded to what I did, to try different moves and experiment, and to feel and enjoy my own sexuality. I came again. It wasn’t a fluke. I could get myself off anytime I wanted.

Feeling exuberant, I hugged and thanked my Mom. My Mom was, and is today, a very special person. I can’t imagine any other mother and daughter being closer. Mom got out my new vibrator, installed the batteries and washed it. It was a small smooth torpedo shaped vibe, measuring only 1” in diameter and 4” long. Mom said that my vibrator would be my friend for life and to use it as much as I wanted. She advised me to try it all over my body, especially on my breasts and nipples, to find areas of pleasure, before using it on my pussy. I found that squeezing my breasts, while running the vibe over my nipples, was quite a turn on. By the time I finished using the vibe all over my very sensitive inner thighs, right up to my pussy, I was really wet and moaning. The vibrator felt so much better than my fingers on my pussy lips that I thought I would come. When it came time to push the vibe inside me, there was a little resistance, but it slid in with no pain. After fucking myself with the little vibe for a few minutes, I instinctively used the first 2 fingers of my other hand, to rub my clit. It didn’t take long for me to come, and I was breathless and whimpering.

I was so pre-occupied with myself, that I didn’t notice that Mom was masturbating again. After I recovered, I used my middle finger inside my vagina, until I was fully aroused again. Then, I slowly ran my vibrator around my clit, without touching it yet. My finger continued working my pussy, but when I touched the vibrator to my clit, it almost felt like an electric shock running through my body. My orgasm hit me so suddenly, and was so overpowering, that I screamed. Mom asked me if I was OK, and I could only smile and vigorously nod my head, YES! My lessons were over. Mom showed me how to wash and dry my new toy and store it in its plastic case. I knew that I would become some kind of masturbating maniac. My hands, breasts and pussy were so sticky and wet, from my pussy juices that I decided to take a quick shower. I couldn’t wait to call Lisa and tell her EVERYTHING!

The following Wednesday was only a half day of school. The 7th grade had a final assembly, turned in our books and got our report cards. There was no actual graduation ceremony. That night, I had a bunch of girlfriends over for a little party, to celebrate my 14th birthday. The next day, Thursday, was actually my birthday. Dad had to work. I slept in. Mom and I went out for lunch and did a little shopping in the afternoon. I was never a rebellious teenager with attitude. I loved to eat out and try new foods. Mom was teaching me to cook and bake. She was domesticating me and teaching me the finer points of social entertaining. After Dad came home from work, we all went out to my favorite fancy restaurant, for my birthday dinner. I could interact and discuss: current events, politics, business, sports and other topics, with my parents during dinner, from my naive teenager viewpoint. On Friday, we packed, loaded the car, and left after lunch on our vacation to the lake and a major change in my sexual lifestyle.

First TUGS -

My grandfather has a cottage on a lake about 2 hours drive north of where we live in CA. We call it a cottage, but nowhere near the mansion-like homes that are called “cottages” in the N.E. US. We have a 25 acre fenced compound that is at the S.W. corner of the lake, adjacent to a small outlet stream. The lake is about 1/2 mile wide and maybe 2 miles long. There are probably about 50 cottages and cabins around the lake. We have a little dock, to moor boats, and to fish from. Dad owns a small aluminum rowboat, with outboard motor, that we use for fishing. I couldn’t operate it as a powerboat, because I wasn’t old enough for an operator’s license. There is also a swimming platform raft anchored about 25’ out in the lake. There is a huge lawn area, kept mowed by a local man, for playing baseball, touch football, soccer, etc. The rest of the property is wooded. Our cottage has a big open front porch and large screened back porch overlooking the lake. Inside, there is a large rustic living room and big dining room, with a 12’ long trestle table and benches. There are 4 bedrooms, with full bathrooms, upstairs.

We always vacation with my Mom’s brother and his family. There is Uncle Bill, Aunt Betty, and my 2 cousins, James and John. The 2 boys share a bedroom, and I have a bedroom for myself. James is about a year older than me, and John is my age. At a distance, the brothers could be mistaken for twins. They were about my height, very short sandy brown hair, brown eyes, kind of cute, except their ears were a little large, which I thought would be less prominent with longer hair. Each had cute little dimples, when they smiled. They were wiry and muscular. The brothers and I had daily chores, but there was plenty of free time. I read a lot, fished from our dock, sunbathed and swam. Mom and Aunt Betty prepared wonderful meals, kept the cottage clean, relaxed and talked nonstop, spent time with neighbors around the lake and often went into town shopping. Sometimes, I went along. Dad and Uncle Bill fished every evening and early morning, and played golf most everyday.

We arrived Friday afternoon, after stopping in town for groceries. I helped Mom unpack and get settled, plus dust and clean. Dad cleaned and launched our rowboat and put the motor on. After dinner, Dad took me fishing at the other end of the lake. That is where the inlet stream is and the best fishing. He also took me fishing early Saturday morning. We bait cast, as we drifted along the reedy shoreline, where there were no cottages. I caught 3 good sized trout. Uncle Bill and his family arrived Saturday afternoon. He trailed his fishing boat, which he launched at the public boat ramp just across the lake from our cottage. We all visited and caught up Saturday night and Sunday. A few neighbors stopped by to visit. Uncle Bill took us water skiing Sunday afternoon, behind his powerful fishing boat. After lunch on Monday, kids from around the lake began showing up. It was a tradition. A lot of families came to the lake right after school was out. Kids from maybe 4th-8th grades gathered on our lawn area to play some outdoor games. Including the 3 of us, there were at least 15 kids there. James and John were quite insistent on playing Capture the Flag in our 20+ acre fenced woods. Most everyone agreed, and it was decided.

If you are not familiar with Capture the Flag, there is a pretty good explanation here - http://www.ehow.com/how_311_play-capture-flag.html.  James and John were co-captains on one team, and I captained the other. We picked sides and the game was on. I told my team, that for the first 15-20 minutes, we would play defense, and not go on the attack, to see if we couldn’t capture some of the other team’s players. In the original game of Capture the Flag, players are “captured” by tagging them, and taking them to jail. We avoided disputes and made the capture a little more definite. We had a pile of 3’ long strips of cloth and old scarves. Each player would wear one doubled around their belt in the small of their back. You were “captured” when someone pulled your cloth out. After about 20 minutes, we had captured 3 of the opponent’s players, and lost none. It was time to go on the attack. I chose 2 players, besides myself, to go on a scouting mission to try and locate their flag and jail. After these objectives were achieved, we would mount and all out attack to capture their flag.

I snuck across the borderline and silently moved forward, using large trees and clumps of bushes to hide behind. When I was about 100’ inside enemy territory, I encountered James. He stepped out right in front of me, from his hiding place. I knew that if I turned and ran, he would easily snatch the scarf from my belt. For a minute or two, we feinted left and then right, while I tried to retreat. Meanwhile, John snuck up behind me and snatched my scarf out. I was captured. I was prepared for them to take me to their jail, but James grabbed my wrists and held them tightly behind me. John wadded up my scarf and stuffed it in my mouth. He took another strip of cloth out of his pocket and tied a gag around my head. I was so stunned that I didn’t even try to scream. Each of them grabbed one of my wrists and led me off to their jail. We were deep in the far corner of the woods, but I didn’t see their marked jail anywhere. All of a sudden, they stopped and backed me into a small tree. My wrists were pulled behind the tree and tied. Then, they tied my ankles together, using another strip of cloth. I played along, thinking they would leave me there and go back to the game. I wiggled and struggled and tried to free my wrists, but the bonds held firm.

Instead of leaving me there and rejoining the game, James and John started tickling me. I was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans, along with my sneakers. They tickled me across my stomach, up and down my sides, into my armpit and even my neck. I was having a great time, though I wasn’t at all ticklish, but their busy little fingers made me struggle and lurch about. This was actually fun! It was exciting to be tied and helpless and struggle. Eventually, they gave up. John untied my gag and removed the wadded scarf from my mouth. Before I could say a word, James kissed me. It was a nice soft kiss. I kissed him back. It felt wonderful wiggling and straining, trying to get free, while being kissed. James and I were into some serious making out, when John interrupted, saying that he wanted his turn. He grabbed my face and kissed me much too hard. I lowered my head and broke the kiss, telling John that if he couldn’t kiss me nice and soft, like James had, their fun was over. John tentatively kissed me again, barely touching my lips. I nodded at him approvingly, and our kisses got much better and longer.

They each took 3 turns kissing me. I would struggle a little, pretending I was trying to get free, but I was having too much fun and didn’t want to stop. By this time, we were experimenting with our tongues, while we kissed. I kept my eyes closed and savored the wonderful experience, but finally noticed that they had stopped. I opened my eyes and saw that James’s hands hovered over my breasts. I looked down and then stared into his eyes. I gave no signal of approval or disapproval. He hesitated only a moment, before I felt his hands on my breasts. Then, I moaned my consent. He squeezed and kneaded my little titties, and played with my nipples, as we resumed our passionate making out. I arched my back, as much as my wrist bindings would allow, and pushed my chest into his wonderful hands.

When John’s turn came, he squeezed my breasts hard, even before kissing me,  making me cry out. I told him that if he couldn’t do it nicely, we were done. Then, John was as tentative with my breasts, as he was kissing me. The mood had been temporarily broken, but James soon had me moaning in pleasure, with his talented hands and fingers, and his tongue plunging kisses. John’s last turn was pretty good. He managed to find my taut nipples, through my shirt and bra, and play with them, while he used a little tongue and kissed me. As they untied me, I told them that it was a lot of fun and I enjoyed it. I really did. I got quite excited and loved the experience of being tied up and helpless, while they did what they wanted to me. I might have been tied to that tree for an hour. As we started walking back to the border, I felt that my panties were really wet. I was still aroused and decided that I would go back to my room and use my vibrator. We heard cheers and yelling coming from the lawn game area. When we emerged from the woods, I learned that my team had captured their flag and won. I was asked where I had been, and told them that my cousins had taken me to a 2nd jail deep in the woods. I told everyone that I would see them tomorrow, but James and John decided to stay and play a little touch football.

I found my Mom and Aunt Betty on the back porch, with a couple neighbors. I said that I was going to take a quick shower and have a little nap. In my room I stripped. I got out my vibrator and played with myself, until I had 2 great orgasms. After a shower, doing my hair and getting dressed, I read for awhile, before going downstairs. Nothing was ever mentioned about my adventure in the woods. The next day, after breakfast and I had done my chores, I sat out reading, under a shade tree. About an hour had passed, when James and John joined me. We talked for maybe a half hour, before they brought up what they had really come out to ask me. I was wearing a very modest 2 piece swimsuit, not my new string bikini, and John kept staring at my breasts. They wanted to know if I would let them tie me up and play with me in the woods again. I played it very cool. Of course I wanted to do it again. I could see in their eyes and faces how eager and excited they were. I replied, “If I agree to do this, what are you guys going to do for me?” I knew I had them, when they too quickly responded in unison, “Name it!” I had them now. Boys were so easy to manipulate, when it involved anything sexual. I thought for a few moments and said, “You guys will do my chores for 3 days, and on Friday afternoon you can tie me up in the woods.” John answered too fast, when he said, “Agreed,” and James thought for only a moment, before he said, “OK.” My chores consisted of: setting the table for meals, helping with the cooking, clearing and cleaning the table, washing all the dishes and pots and pans, occasional help with the laundry and some house cleaning chores. I told them that I would still do my cooking chores, but they had to do everything else, beginning after lunch that day, and continuing through lunch on Friday. I would have gladly done it for nothing, but they agreed.

Dad and Uncle Bill go fishing early every morning, but are back for breakfast. Then, they go and play golf at a 9 hole par 3 local course in the morning. They are back for lunch, and play 18 holes of golf again in the afternoon, at various golf courses, and usually with some neighbors from the lake. They are home for dinner, and go fishing before dusk. At lunch on Tuesday, I announced that James and John had lost a bet, and that they were going to do my chores for 3 days, beginning right after lunch. There was only minimal surprise at my announcement, but both cousins agreed that they would do it. I couldn’t wait for Friday afternoon.

The next 2 days passed without incident, but I had a little moral issue floating around in my mind. Was it right to be doing this with my 1st cousins? I remembered, from a social studies class, about families (hillbillies) living almost isolated in the back woods and the problems of inbreeding. Well, I certainly wasn’t about to have sex with my cousins, but I couldn’t picture myself just going somewhere everyday to makeout with either of them. I really got excited and enjoyed being tied up, while they kissed and played with me, and concluded that it was OK. On Thursday morning, Dad and Uncle Bill were out playing golf. Mom and Aunt Betty were headed into town, and James wanted some magazines, and decided to go along. This left John and I alone at the cottage. I was curious about one thing and also had a plan for a little fun. I went to my room and put a scarf in my pocket. I found John in his room and asked, “Do you want to go out and practice for tomorrow afternoon?” When he enthusiastically nodded his head, yes, I said, “Follow me, BUT DON’T TELL YOUR BROTHER!” I led him outside and about 50’ into the woods, where there were several small trees.

I told John to take off his shirt and stand still. I started gently playing with his nipples, using my fingers. I rubbed and flicked them, and his little nipples began to perk up. I rubbed them a little harder and began lightly pinching them. Soon, his nipples were hard little peaks. So, boy’s nipples responded to stimulation, but not necessarily as much as girls’. I asked him if that felt good, and he replied, “A little.” I explained that mine were much more sensitive and got bigger and harder, when they were played with, and that turned me on. I cautioned him that if he was too aggressive and hurt a girl, she wouldn’t want to play with him. I was wearing a bra and tank top. I told John to squeeze my breasts. He was very tentative at first. He barely grasped them, and I said, “Harder.”…then…….“A little harder,” I prompted, “There, that feels good” “You can knead them and squeeze them, before playing with my nipples.” “Want to try it a couple times,” I asked? After he had practiced on my tits for several minutes, I started getting turned on, and told him to stop.

“Now, let’s practice a little with kissing,” I said. I told him to always start slow and gentle, with 2 or 3 short kisses. If she’s willing, her lips will be waiting for yours. Then, you can just press your lips to hers’, molding them to match, and follow her lead. I told him that he’d soon be making out, if he wasn’t too insistent. At 14, who was I to be giving lessons, but I knew what I liked. I told John that while I was tied to a tree, I couldn’t use my hands, but he could; hold me gently by my face, put his hands on my shoulders, waist or hips, or wrap his arms around me, while we kissed. He could, also, play with my boobs, while we made out. I gave him a few ideas about how he could use his tongue. With all that covered, I asked John if he had any questions. Since he had none, I suggested we go back. He had a little dejected look on his face, but started back to the cottage.

I pulled the scarf out of my pocket, backed up to a small tree and put my hands behind the tree trunk. I teasingly called, “Hey John. Would you rather play for a little while?” He turned, instantly realized what I had in mind, and nearly ran back to me. He quickly tied my wrists behind the tree. I started wiggling and struggling, saying “Let’s see what you can do.” By the time I had to call it off, John had really turned me on. I loved making out, and it was especially exciting while tied and helpless. John kissed me so much, that I lost track of time. My head was spinning. We experimented with our tongues, and I often moaned. I strained against my bonds, as we made out. His kisses left me breathless. When our lips were about to touch, he slowly ran his tongue around my parted lips, before capturing them in a passionate kiss. He put his arms around behind my back, drawing us together, and kissed me deeply.

While we were making out, John easily slipped his hands down to my breasts. As I moaned, he felt me up. He did it perfectly. I was moaning even louder, when his fingers found my already taut nipples. John was moaning by now. He had gotten my nipples as hard as I ever thought they could get. I loved it all, and was lost in the experience. I thought I might come. The idea of being tied and unable to stop John from kissing me and feeling me up was overwhelming. I loved that feeling. We were getting a little carried away. I was more than willing to let John freely kiss me and feel me up, but I wasn’t ready to go any further. When I was coherent enough to catch my breath, I told John to stop. I was so turned on, that I couldn’t wait to get back to my bedroom and my vibrator. I certainly wasn’t ready to let my cousin get into my pants, so I called a stop to it. Back in my room, I was thinking that it was too bad that I couldn’t get off in the woods, as I used my vibrator to play with myself and have 2 huge orgasms.

I was thinking about getting off in the woods, when I fell asleep Thursday night. After breakfast Friday morning, and while my cousins were doing my chores, I locked myself in my bedroom. I had thought about stuffing my vibrator inside me, while I went into the woods that afternoon. I turned it on its lowest setting and slipped it inside me. I pulled up my panties and fastened my jeans. As I walked around my room, I discovered that the little 1” x 4” vibrator was quite comfortable to wear. However, it was much too loud. I thought and searched around for something that might give me that full feeling, and also do a little something for my clit. On the edge of my tub, I found a small rectangular sponge that was used to clean the tub, shower and sink. It was about 1/2” thick and measured about 4” x 6”. I searched my vanity and found a new unused sponge. Being a sponge, it had countless little holes and ridges. I dampened the new sponge and cut it down to about 1-1/2” X 3”. I rounded off the square edges on the bottom of the little sponge. I was wearing my vibrator, though it was turned off, all this time. It felt fine while walking and standing, but was somewhat uncomfortable when I bent over or sat down.

I put my little sponge against my pussy slit and pulled up my panties. It felt great, especially while I walked around, though I still had my doubts that I could get off in the woods, without the vibrator actually being turned on. I discovered that the sponge was a little too wet, and I had to change my wet panties. I wrung out my sponge and set it on my vanity top to dry for a couple hours. It should be just barely damp enough to bend, but not dry and stiff. After I removed the vibrator from inside me, resisting the urge to use it, I set out clothes to wear later that afternoon and got dressed to go help cook lunch. I winked at James and John, when I saw them in the dining room. After lunch, my cousins still had to clean off the table and do all the dishes. I had plenty of time to get ready. I was already really excited. I put on my sexiest little black A-cup bra. I didn’t have to play with myself at all to insert my vibrator. This was followed by my sponge and a utilitarian pair of black cotton panties. I shrugged into my short cut off jeans. I pulled them up all the way, so that the crotch seam held the sponge tightly in place, and then tightened my belt. Finally, I wore my sneakers and an old lightweight plaid short sleeved blouse, that was a little snug, and I didn’t tuck it in.

I went downstairs and the boys were waiting for me in the living room. We all left by the front door and walked down the driveway towards the road. I noticed that their front pockets were stuffed with things to tie me up. As soon as we rounded the curve in the driveway and out of sight from the house, the boys jumped me. John grabbed my arms and held them firm, while James stuffed a scarf into my mouth and wrapped another strip of cloth around my head, to hold the scarf in my mouth. My wrists were tied behind my back. They almost dragged me all the way through the woods, to their favorite tree in the far back corner. I grunted into my gag, while struggling and kicking all the way. They untied my wrists, and re-tied them behind the tree trunk. My ankles were tied together, and that was followed by a strip of cloth over my bare thighs, just below my cutoff jeans, that held me firmly to the tree. Finally, they tied a long scarf to my upper arms, without forcing my elbows together, but holding my back against the tree. I wiggled and pulled on my bonds, but I was securely tied to the tree. I felt excited and aroused. During my forced march through the woods, my little sponge had been rubbing me in just the right spot. I stood there and thought about all the things they might do to me. My blouse was too tight, and even my little titties were pushed out enough to strain the buttons. James pulled out a long black scarf. I had never seen it before, and wondered if he “borrowed” it from Aunt Betty.

James blindfolded me, with the black scarf. This added a new dimension to our tie-up game (TUG), which excited me even more. I felt a pair of hands caressing my bare legs, while another pair of hands gently moved all over my upper torso, except my breasts. After they had thoroughly explored my body, my gag was removed and the kissing began. Though blindfolded, I could tell it was James. All I could do was to have my mouth ready for his next kiss. It startled me, when he began feeling my breasts, but felt wonderful. I was lost in the experience, and it barely registered in my mind when John said, “TIME!” Without hesitation, John started making out with me. His fingers did wonderful things to my already hard nipples. Too soon it ended. I was gasping for air and moaning. God, I was turned on! All the sensations, running through my body, made my stuffed pussy and clit throb, but I had totally forgotten about doing anything to make my sponge rub my clit.

I had just about gotten myself under control, for the moment, when I felt the buttons of my blouse being slowly unfastened. I could have said no, but I didn’t. When the last button was freed, my blouse was pushed back over my shoulders. I felt John start to kiss me. I knew it was him, from that little move of swirling his tongue over my lips, before the kiss began. I shuddered when his hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them, through my nylon bra. It seemed he spent almost all of his turn playing with my nipples, while occasionally making out with me. The only thing that I could concentrate on was what he was doing to my titties. Again, I forgot about my sponge. Attempts to struggle ceased, and I just stood there responding and letting him do whatever he wanted. I wondered just how far the sounds of my moans would carry in the woods. James’s approach was a little more subtle this time. He kissed me softly at first, but I was so out of control, that I insistently tried to deepen the kiss. I shoved my tongue in his mouth, making him lose his composure. For the rest of his turn, we made out hungrily, but what he did with his hands drove me crazy. His hands were on my bare waist. He sensually ran his hands up and down my sides and across my midriff, tantalizingly close to my breasts. FINALLY! Finally, I felt James kneading my breasts, through my bra. His hands and fingers felt magical, as he teased my nipples. And, then it was over.

I groaned in frustration. I didn’t want to stop. John took off my blindfold, and was untying my upper arms, but James still stood in front of me rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I turned to John and almost begged him to let me have just 10 more minutes alone with James. John sized up the situation, and I think he remembered the time we had together the previous day. He shrugged, smiled and sauntered off. I turned to James and told him to do that to me again, slowly! He did. I have no idea how long he kissed and played with me. It could have been 15, 20 or even 30 minutes. We were both so turned on, that we couldn’t take much more. When he finished, my lips felt bruised and my nipples were a little sore. After James released me, I noticed the big bulge in the crotch of his jeans, and figured he may want to go off and do something about it. James asked me if I was OK. With a huge smile on my face, I assured him that I was fine, and that everything was GREAT! I said I’d be along in a bit and meet him up at the cottage.

I leaned against the tree and massaged my limbs, until James was out of sight. I was so hot, that I couldn’t possibly wait until I got back to my room. I undid my cutoff jeans and pulled them down, along with my wet panties. My sponge experiment was a failure, and tossed the sopping thing, as far as I could, into some bushes. As I leaned back against the tree, I pushed up my bra, freeing my reddened aroused tits. With one hand playing with my tits and nipples, and the other wielding my buzzing vibrator, I easily got myself off twice, stifling my moans as best I could. I put myself back together and walked back to our cottage. In my room, I washed up, changed my panties and put on a different blouse.

Over the weekend, James and I each got to go fishing in the morning and evening, with Uncle Bill and my Dad. John hated fishing, but James and I were patient fishermen. Everyone swam and water-skied, behind Uncle Bill’s fast fishing boat. I had an idea for another tie up game (TUG) with James. I invited him to go fishing and picnic on Monday. I knew that John wouldn’t want to go. Around 10:00 AM Monday morning, I told James to wear his swim trunks under his fishing clothes, and we could swim off the rowboat. I put on my new black string bikini, under old jeans and a sweatshirt, along with my old fishing sneakers. James dug some worms. He got the rowboat ready, packing 2 spinning rods, a tackle box and the worms in a can of dirt. I brought out a beach blanket, 2 beach towels and a flotation ring, which we could swim with. I made each of us a big sandwich, and placed them in a Styrofoam cooler, plus plums, grapes, apples, a bag of Chips-Ahoy chocolate chip cookies, 4 Cokes and an ice pack. I stuffed my beach bag with 5 or 6 scarves and 3’ strips of cloth, along with sunglasses, comb, mirror, lipstick and sun block lotion.

It was nearly 10:30 AM, when we set out. James rowed a little, but we mostly drift fished along the south side of the lake. From 30-40 feet from the reed lined shore, we cast towards shore with our lures. I tried several of my weighted streamers that simulated minnows. James mostly used surface plugs. As I said earlier, James and I were patient fishermen. It was late morning, and chances of getting a strike were slim, but we worked the entire shoreline. Next, we picked a few spots to anchor about 10’ offshore. We used little un-weighted popping bugs, to try and entice some pan fish to hit, at the edge of the reeds. When this didn’t work, we anchored at the edge of the reeds and baited our hooks with worms. Lowering the line down among the reeds brought plenty of little hits and nibbles. There were lots of those little bluegills, who would nibble away and steal a worm right off your hook, without ever hitting it. When we fished earlier, we seldom talked, but going after little bluegill, we joked and laughed about those little bait thieves. I suggested that we have a contest to see who could catch 10 of them first. I wound the monofilament line around my finger, and tried to set the hook as soon as I felt the slightest nibble. I won 10-7, but none of the bluegill we caught was larger than 4”, and we threw them all back.

I figured that fishing wouldn’t get any better, and suggested that we have a swim. James rowed the boat out about 25’ from shore, in about 6’ of water, and we anchored. James threw the flotation ring as far as he could towards the middle of the lake. We peeled off our clothes, and James seemed stunned to see me in my skimpy bikini. I jumped overboard and swam to the flotation ring. James joined me shortly. We had 2 races, one back to the boat, and the other from the boat back to the floatation ring. James won both of them. He is a whirling dervish, when he swims, with his head out of the water. I was an excellent swimmer, who swam laps most everyday in our pool. I could also dive and swim rings around James in the water. I had square shoulders and long thin arms and legs, but had not developed the strong chest and shoulder muscles to be a competitive swimmer. I dived and teased James as he hung onto the floatation ring. He had no chance of catching me in the water. I dived to the bottom and came up behind James, pressing my breasts provocatively into his back. We could have kissed right there, but I swam for the boat. James joined me, bringing the floatation ring along. We used the beach towels to dry off in the boat, and I put my old sneakers back on.

We rowed to the public boat ramp and beached the boat. There was no one at all on the lake on that Monday. I planted the boat anchor in the sand, so that the boat couldn’t drift away. We took our supplies through a thick line of bushes, along the public boat ramp, and another 100’ into the woods, where there was a sandy grass clearing. I spread the beach blanket and started rubbing sun block over my front and shoulders. I asked James to rub it over my back and legs, and I did the same for him. The picnic lunch was set out. While we ate, we talked some about girlfriends, boyfriends and sex, as well as music and movies. After lunch, we picked things up. I combed my hair out and put on a little lipstick. Then, I coyly asked James if he wanted to play. I pulled the scarves and cloth strips out of my beach bag. His eyes lit up and he had a huge smile on his face. I asked him to tie me up, blindfold me and gag me for awhile. I was hooked on TUGs and loved the additional excitement and anticipation of being blindfolded. I told James that he could touch me anywhere, except my bikini bottoms. After he got me all trussed up and ready, I lay back on the beach blanket, and excitedly waited for him to touch me somewhere. He slowly stroked and caressed me everywhere, face to ankles. I tingled all over and moaned when he touched my more sensitive areas. James quickly discovered that caressing my inner thighs made me squirm in delight.

After some time, James removed my gag and lay down beside me. He began kissing me, while his right hand began kneading my bikini clad breasts. When we were both breathless from kissing, James shifted positions and drove me crazy by using his left hand to play with my aroused nipples, while his right hand stroked across my stomach and up and down my thighs. Then, after a lot more heavy kissing and lots of tongue action, we silently concluded that a break was in order. I sat up and got in as comfortable a ladylike position as I could. James asked me if I wanted the blindfold off, but I declined. I asked him for a few sips of Coke from the cooler. He gave me a few gulps from an open Coke, and I heard him chug the rest of the can. I licked my lips and asked James if he wanted to play some more? He enthusiastically said, yes, and I asked him to take off my bikini top. This was a bold step for me, to let a boy play with my bare breasts and nipples, but I was so excited and turned on, that I wanted to feel his hands there. After all, this was the time in my life to experiment and try new things.

I lay back flat on the beach blanket, with my wrists still tied behind my back, and arched my little A cup titties up towards James. He was again at my side kissing me, while his right hand cupped and roamed over my breasts. His warm hands felt wonderful, as he kneaded them and lightly pinched my nipples. When we came up for air, James straddled my hips. He started lightly massaging my stomach and sides. I asked him to take my blindfold off. I wanted to see what he was doing, as I felt it. James resumed his tantalizing caresses along my sides and stomach, knowing that I desperately wanted his hands on my boobs. At last, he leaned over and took one of my breasts in each hand. He squeezed them and pushed them up my chest. He started diddling my nipples with his fingers. By now, I was starting to lose it. I thought my moans might be heard throughout the woods, and I was squirming like crazy under him. James seemed fascinated with my nipples. He rubbed them, pinched them, stretched them and rolled them between his fingers, until I couldn’t take any more stimulation. I gasped, “KISS ME!” Still straddling me, James leaned over and supported most of his weight with his arms. His bare chest rested on my bare chest, and we kissed. We must have made out for 15-20 minutes, until James’s arms got tired and he rolled off. In truth, we probably drove each other to our physical limits, considering that we weren’t going to take it to the obvious next level.

James had a huge bulge in his bathing suit, and my bikini bottom was really wet, though it was still a little damp over my ass, from swimming. We would have to take care of our individual needs, when we got back. When I looked at myself in my mirror, I was a mess. My hair was all tangled and wild, my face was flushed and my lips were puffy. I got a Coke out of the cooler. While I sipped on it, I ran the cold can over my face and lips. After I drank about half of the last Coke, I gave it to James to finish. I put on lipstick, combed my hair and put my bikini top back on. I didn’t have the right words to properly thank my cousin for everything we had done that day. My sexual awareness and experience had certainly advanced over the past 10 days. I tenderly put my hands on James’s cheeks, thanked him for everything and gave him a sweet tender kiss on his lips. We got dressed, gathered up everything, packed it in the rowboat and headed back to the cottage. When we got back, we told everyone that we had a good time, but didn’t catch any fish, except little bluegills, which we threw back. On Tuesday, the kids from the lake came over to play a big touch football game. I learned that night that we had to go home the next day, cutting our vacation a few days short, because of things that had come up concerning my Dad’s business. After lunch on Wednesday, we packed up and headed home.

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Girl's Play -

After dinner on Wednesday, I started calling the girls to find out what’s been going on. EVERYONE WAS ALREADY BORED! Just 2 weeks into summer vacation and there was nothing to do. People were just hanging out, and some of the boys played a little baseball or touch football. Before I left, I had told Lisa and Ashley about my masturbating, vibrator and new clothes. I had started wearing my 2” heels around the house, getting used to walking and climbing stairs in them. Lisa and Ashley came over the next afternoon to hang around the pool. When I greeted the girls at the front door, I was wearing a beach robe cover-up and heels, with my new blue string bikini underneath. They had their bikinis on under their clothes. When I disrobed, they gasped at my bikini. I thought that I really looked hot in my heels and swimsuit. They didn’t want to swim, and they didn’t even want to sit down. They wanted to try on my bikini. Tryons were very common, and we saw each other naked all the time. We went up to my bedroom, locked the door and stripped. Lisa tried my blue string bikini and Ashley put on my black one. We were all close to the same size, and anyone with any tits at all could wear them. Both girls looked great in my bikinis, except that their pubic hair showed.

They saw my trimmed and shaved bush and immediately wanted to trim and shave their own. While I lay on the bed, with my legs spread, they examined my shaving and trimming job. I put some towels on my bed and got out all the necessary equipment. I explained how to use the comb and scissors to get all the hairs an even length. Lisa went first, and decided to trim her fine blonde pubic hair very short, to about 1/2” long. While Ashley cut her curly brown bush to about 1” long, I showed Lisa how to use my razor. She applied the shaving cream, and very slowly and carefully shaved a neat triangle, along with removing all hairs on either side of her slit. As soon as Lisa was finished, Ashley quickly and efficiently shaved herself. After they cleaned up, they tried my bikinis on again, and looked GREAT in them. Lisa took off my bikini and began to play with herself. While Lisa and I were best friends, and I knew that she rubbed herself, I wasn’t sure if she really ever had an orgasm. I knew less about Ashley. With all that very intimate pussy stuff we had just done, there were 3 horny girls in my bedroom.

I guess maybe I bragged a little, when I had told them about my Mom and my masturbation lessons, so they goaded me into masturbating for them. I knew what worked for me, but I could only tell them to: play with their tits, caress their bodies to find pleasurable spots, take your time and fantasize about some dreamy guy doing that to them. It was a little embarrassing masturbating in front of your girlfriends, but the girls watched closely, without joking or giggling. After I came, Lisa and Ashley, of course, wanted to do it. So, the 3 of us lay on our backs, with our legs spread out from different sides of the bed, and our heads close to each other, near the center of my queen size bed. Ashley was quickly getting herself worked up, but Lisa was going too fast and getting nowhere. I said to her, “Slow down and enjoy it.” “Remember how long it took me to get off.”  She soon got the hang of it. We lost track of time, as the 3 of us lay their moaning, giggling and encouraging each other, while we had orgasm after orgasm. Ashley remembered my vibrator. I got it out and had just started demonstrating it, when there was a knock on my bedroom door. “Christine, it’s after 5:00 PM,” my Mom said through my door. “Dad will be home soon and we have to make a couple stops, before we go out to dinner.” That brought an abrupt end to our fun.

Ashley invited Lisa and me over the next day at 10:00 AM, to have lunch and spend the day hanging out and playing. “Bring your vibrator Christine,” Ashley reminded me pointedly. Lisa walked the 1-1/2 blocks over to my house the next morning, and arrived right at 9:30 AM. I wasn’t ready yet, so Mom sent her up to my room. While I finished with my hair and got dressed, Lisa examined my vibrator, and was eager to try it. We walked a long 3 blocks over to Ashley’s house. I learned that her father owned an accounting firm. Her mother also worked there 3 days a week, so we would have the house to ourselves. Ashley’s roomy bedroom had only a single twin bed. She took us out to their newly remodeled rec room. The plush carpet looked very comfortable, but we didn’t want any stains from our play, so Ashley brought out towels for us to lie on.

We stripped and piled our clothes on a sofa. We lined up side by side on the floor, with the towels under our pussy areas, to absorb any stray juices. As Lisa and Ashley knelt on either side of me, I started the demonstration, with the vibe on full power, and held it in my right hand. I lightly massaged my breasts all over and then worked my nipples into hard aroused buds. My left hand kept busy sensually caressing my sensitive body areas. I moved the buzzing vibrator slowly down my body, while my left hand began playing with my pussy. With my left middle finger slowly stroking in and out of my love hole, I teased my inner thighs with the vibe. I was lightly moaning and gasping, when I put the vibe to my wet labia lips, and moved my left hand up to concentrate on my breasts. I went slowly, running the vibe round and round my pussy lips, before plunging it inside me. I had forgotten about the girls watching me, and was totally immersed in giving myself pleasure. While I was slowly fucking myself, with the vibe, Lisa chided me to hurry up and come. Between gasps and moans, I managed to blurt out, “Never rush it.” “Take your time and you’ll have a great orgasm.” However, I conceded and started running the vibrator all around my clit, until I couldn’t take anymore. I briskly ran the tip back and forth over my clit, until I came. My scream of ecstasy made the girls jump. I overdid it on purpose just for effect, and continued to groan and pant, while my orgasm subsided. I wanted to go again, but it was Lisa’s turn.

While Lisa played and used the vibrator on herself, I suggested to Ashley that she lie down and get herself wet and ready. I’d hand her the vibe, when Lisa came. What a sight we were. There were 3 naked hot horny teenagers lying side by side on the floor and getting themselves off. We moaned and came and screamed and came and laughed and came. The vibrator was passed on as soon as one of us got off. The whole room reeked of the smell of female pussy juices. The poor vibrator was on its last legs by the time we all just sighed and collapsed, completely satiated. Passing on a shower, we opted for just washing our hands, tits and pussies, before getting dressed.

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TUG Test in the Trees

Ashley put together some lunch for us in the kitchen, mostly from leftovers and fresh fruit. We talked about the merits of vibrators and that morning’s marathon. Both girls vowed to get their own vibe as soon as possible. They had me recount all the details of my 3 tie-up games (TUGs), with my cousins at the lake. They seemed skeptical, and I’m glad that I hadn’t yet told anyone about my 4th bare breasted TUG, with my cousin James. I excused myself to use the bathroom. When I got back, I found the girls on Ashley’s back porch. They were cutting up a coil of rope into short pieces. “What’s going on?” I asked. We’re going to give you a little test, Christine,” Lisa replied. They took me out in the back yard. Ashley’s yard has a stockade fence all around it. Across the back is a row of trees, spaced about 10’ apart, with clusters of flowers and plants between the trees. This entire garden area was covered with some kind of bark chips. Ashley led me back to one of the trees and backed me into it. Lisa tied my wrists behind the tree and tied my ankles together. As she stood back to admire her work, Lisa said, “Christine needs to be gagged and blindfolded.” Ashley went back into the house. While she was gone, Lisa tied me tighter to the tree by wrapping a long piece of rope around my waist. She teased me a little and pinched my nipples. Ashley returned and stuffed a washcloth in my mouth. She used a scarf wrapped between my lips and tied behind my head, to hold it in. Finally, she blindfolded me with another scarf. “Have fun, Christine,” they chirped. I heard them go back into the house.

I grunted into my gag and struggled. The more I strained and squirmed, the more excited I became. I didn’t know how long they would leave me there. The only sounds I heard were from birds singing above me in the trees. I thought that the girls were probably in the house playing with my vibrator. It might have been a half hour, when I heard voices coming towards me. “Quiet,” someone whispered. I sensed that people were walking around me. All of a sudden I heard Ashley’s voice, “Christine likes to make out while she’s tied up.” “Go ahead, try her out.” My gag was removed, and before I could say a word, I felt lips on mine. This wasn’t a dare. What could I do? I was excited and loved to make out like this. Despite whoever was watching, I kissed him back. Yes, it was a boy, who had the remnants of pizza on his breath. He didn’t touch me or hold me, but we made out for maybe 5 minutes of open mouth good kisses, without any tongue, until Ashley said, “NEXT!” A pair of hands gently cupped my face, and he gave me a soft sweet kiss on the lips. He had the taste of chocolate on his breath. His kisses became more insistent and longer, but I responded eagerly. I didn’t care who was watching. This boy had luscious soft lips and knew how to kiss. He moved his hands to my waist, as our tongues began probing each other’s mouths. Then, I heard Ashley callout, “TIME!” I hadn’t realized just how excited I had become, because I was panting and even moaning a little.

“Do you boys want another turn?” Ashley asked. “Christine likes to be felt up too,” “isn’t that right Christine?” It was true, so I nodded my head, yes. The 1st boy started kissing me again and touched my breasts. I was wearing a short sleeve knit top over my bra and cutoffs. The 1st boy tentatively cupped my breasts, as we kissed, but he didn’t seem to know what to do. Eventually, he lightly pushed and prodded my tits, with his fingers. I was disappointed with him, when Ashley called TIME. The 2nd boy put his hands on my waist, and we resumed kissing right from where we left off in his 1st turn. I gasped for breath between our kisses, and my whole body tingled. Slowly he moved his hands across my stomach, up my midriff and over my breasts. He kneaded and squeezed my breasts just right and it felt really good. While we made out and our tongues danced, his fingers found my nipples. He tenderly squeezed and pinched them. I moaned my disapproval, when Ashley called TIME. I was in a heavenly daze, but many things seem to happen all at once.

I heard voices coming from across Ashley’s backyard. The 2nd boy’s hands remained on my waist. I told him, “That was fun and you were GREAT, but please remove my blindfold.” He did. I blinked a couple times and saw that it was Rob (not Robbie from my 6th grade 1st kiss). The other boy was Andy. Ashley was tying Lisa to the tree 10” away from me. Almost running across Ashley’s backyard towards us, were Matt and Brian, asking what is going on. I knew all 4 boys from school, but not very well. All of them were in some of my classes. Ashley explained that everyone was playing a little TUG, with making out and free feelies above the waist. Apparently I had passed Ashley and Lisa’s test. The girls saw how much fun I was having and decided to join in. Matt quickly sized things up and eagerly tied Ashley to the next tree down from Lisa. The girls were only tied with their wrists behind a tree, but their legs were not tied together. Ashley gave the go ahead to the boys.

Matt picked Ashley, Andy chose Lisa and Brian came to me. He asked me if this was for real, and I smiled and said, “YES, let’s have some fun!” We started kissing, and he tasted faintly of fresh sweet fruit. He was a great kisser and knew what to do with his tongue. While we sensually made out, his hands roamed all over my torso. Soon, they found my tits. He squeezed and massaged them, before moving his fingers to my nipples. Brian used his thumb and 2 fingers to tease each of my nipples into taut buds, and then lightly pulled on them. Brian was as much fun as Rob had been. Where did these boys learn this, or does it come naturally to them? I don’t know how much time Brian and I spent making out. I guess we just mutually broke it off, because we were out of breath and needed a break. When I opened my eyes, Matt was waiting for me. No one was keeping track of time. Lisa and Ashley were busy making out. Matt went right for my breasts. I moaned a little, when he squeezed too hard, but he kept up a tolerable kneading action throughout. While he kissed well, with a strong onion breath, they were also a little too hard. Besides that, Matt’s kisses were wet and sloppy. When he finished, I was really glad to see Rob waiting for me.

“Hey,” I said with a big smile, but felt drool, from Matt, running down my chin. “Did you come back for more?” Rob smiled and pulled out a handkerchief. He actually had a handkerchief in his pocket and it was clean! He gently wiped my face clean and gave me a sweet kiss. We easily got into it. I became lost in his kisses, and what he did to my tits went straight to my pussy. I was as excited as I have ever been with a boy. When we finished, I had enough presence of mind, despite the wonderful stupor his kisses put me in, to tell Rob that I loved making out with him. There was a brief lull, while the 4 boys gathered in the lawn down in front of Lisa and Ashley. I guess they were deciding what to do next. Then, Brian started walking towards me. He politely asked, “Is it all right if we do a little more?” Since I was helplessly tied to a tree, I couldn’t have stopped him, if I wanted. But of course I wanted more. “Sure,” I responded, “Let’s do it all again!” We were quickly making out like crazy. I was so lost in his kisses that I couldn’t think. I do remember that he cupped and held each of my breasts, with his hands, while he continually rubbed my already taut nipples, with his thumbs. For me, it was over too soon! GOD, I was so turned on!

Rob came to help Brian untie me. Matt freed Lisa, while Andy and Ashley continued to make out. When they finished, everyone gathered in Ashley’s living room, for some soft drinks. We hung around and talked for about an hour. I was surprised at the boy’s levels of social maturity, while they were with us girls. Matt was loud, a little overbearing and definitely into himself, while Andy was shy, with very little to say. However, Brian and Rob fit in well. They conversed easily and contributed to most everything we talked about. There was a good share of kidding around and teasing. I confess that I began shamelessly flirting with Brian and Rob. Lisa and Ashley were sitting on a couch on one side of the room, with Matt and Andy in chairs on either side of them. Brian and Rob sat on a couch, across from the others, while I sat in a chair nearer to Brian and Rob. At one point, the 4 on the other side of the room were in an animated conversation, while Brian, Rob and I were quietly talking about something else. I got up and snuggled myself in-between Brian and Rob on their couch. I put one arm around each of them and gave them a warm hug.

We talked as if the others weren’t in the room, and they didn’t seem to mind. Brian and Rob wanted to know more about our TUG and how it felt. I teased them both that they should let me tie them up. Neither of them seemed to strongly object. I leaned over to Brian and whispered in his ear, “Maybe we could hang out sometime, CALL ME,” and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. I explained that being tied up was a totally different experience from just regular making out. “Being helpless and letting you do what you want, really turns me on,” I sincerely stated. Then, I leaned over to Rob and whispered in his ear, “Maybe we could hang out sometime, CALL ME,” but when I went to kiss him on the cheek, he had turned his head. So, I wound up kissing him on the lips. A few minutes after that, we joined the conversation of the group across the room. The boys left a little while later. It was getting late in the afternoon, but us girls talked some about our day. Ashley and Lisa really liked the TUGs. Lisa and I left, with promises of doing it again soon, and getting together for another vibrator session. On our walk back home, I told Lisa how much I really liked Brian and Rob. She said that she sort of liked Matt.

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When I got home, my Mom immediately noticed how red my wrists were, from being tied up. So, we had another mother-daughter conversation about what I was into sexually. I told her everything. I know I’m repeating myself, when I mention how wonderful and supportive my Mom was. She was delighted that I was having these experiences. Her only concern was about my actually having sex with a boy. I told her that I wasn’t planning on having sex, until I was on the pill. Mom reminded me about STDs and using condoms. For now, I was keeping everything above my waist. She told me that I could invite a boy over to play anytime.

During the following days, I talked to a lot of girls and a few boys. It was apparent that the story about our TUGs had gotten around. I told some girls about our masturbating and vibrator play. Within 2 weeks, Lisa and Ashley had their own vibrators. For the rest of the summer, we got together about once a week, to play and masturbate and share vibrators. Janice joined us many times. She was my close neighborhood girlfriend, who is a year older and going into high school, and had invited me to her 8th grade party a couple months earlier. We sometimes practiced tying each other up, to see if we could get loose, but we never had any boys over to play TUGs. However, Brian did call me, and so did Rob. Before I tell you a little more about them, did one of your parents keep track of how much you grew each year? Every year, on my birthday, my Dad made a little pencil line on my closet door jamb, to record my height each year for posterity. When I moved out of my parent’s house about 2 years ago, that record of my height over the years was painted over. So, during the summer, before I went into 8th grade, I’m pretty sure that I was 5’6”, still taller than most all of the girls and probably half the boys in my class. I am certain about my A cup titties. I wore my dark brown hair around shoulder length, and occasionally put on a little lipstick.

I need to explain the layout of my grandfather’s house, which we had been living in for about 5 years. As you enter the front door, there is an entrance foyer and long hall leading back to another perpendicular hall and the staircase to the upstairs. On the left of the entrance hallway is the dining room, and the large living room is off to the right. If you take the intersecting hall to the left, there is an entrance to the dining room, and further on it leads to the kitchen, breakfast room and utility rooms. Turning right at the intersecting hallway will allow you to get in the living room, but it also turns into another hallway leading to the rear of the house. Along that hallway are 2 closets, 2 small bathrooms, a den/study and a large home office. The best feature of the house, from my viewpoint, is what lies between that hallway going to the rear of the house, and the kitchen/breakfast room on the other side of the house. It is a large self-contained guest apartment. You enter into a large great room, with a full kitchen and laundry along the left wall, a large center island, sofas and chairs around a large coffee table and lots of open space for entertaining. A bathroom and closet are at the rear of the great room. A hallway leads from the back of the great room directly out to our pool. On either side of that hallway are private bedrooms, with their own bathrooms. The 2 large sofas can be rolled out into the great room and opened up as queen size beds. I did all my entertaining using the pool and the guest apartment.

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Dates and TUGs with Rob and Brian

Rob was the athletic type, maybe an inch or so taller than me, short sandy brown hair, hazel eyes and the cutest shy smile I had ever seen. Brian was just a hair shorter than me, with a young tapered muscular body, medium length brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes, with long thick eyelashes, large sensual lips and great big friendly smile. Rob called me 1st and asked me to go into town with him. We would have to bicycle in and back, but he would buy me lunch. We were going to go to the high school hangout, but his older brother worked there and assured him that we would not be bothered. Two days later Rob came over, and we bicycled more than a mile into town for lunch. I had the deluxe mushroom burger. Rob ordered the double plate of fries to share, with his burger, but I only ate about 1/4 of them. We split a sundae for dessert. On the way back, I stopped a block later, and went into a hardware store. While Rob waited outside, I bought 25’ of rope and hid it from Rob in a bag. All the way back to my house, Rob tried to get me to tell him what I bought. I teased him and told him he would find out one day.

In the guest apartment, Rob used one bedroom, and I used the other, to change into our swimsuits. We swam, played tag, splashed, tossed a beach ball and made out a little in the pool. After drying off, we rubbed sun block lotion onto each other and settled into a cozy chaise. There are 2 redwood frame chaise on wheels, with a 4” cushion, that is wide enough for 2 people. It seemed that Rob and I could talk about anything, with no awkward moments of silence. We made out some more on the chaise. After we went inside and got dressed, I put on some music and we danced. Rob and I danced well together. I loved it when a slow song came on, and I wrapped my arms around Rob’s neck and plastered my body against his. We’d kiss a little as we danced. Finally, I pulled Rob to a sofa, and I was all over him, while we made out like crazy. Whether I was in my string bikini in the pool or chaise, or dressed in the great room, Rob took every opportunity to play with my breasts. My lips felt puffy and I couldn’t take much more excitement, so I reluctantly ended it. We kissed goodbye at my front door and Rob left, saying he’d call me.

When Brian called me, we were a little more casual and indefinite on the phone. I invited him over the next afternoon, to hang out and swim. It was such a nice day. It had rained a little in the morning, but the sun was out. Brian looked so great when he arrived. He looked like he was just out of the shower, wearing a nice polo shirt and clean newish jeans. I’m glad I dressed up a bit for him. I wore a snug short sleeved blouse, a short flirty skirt and my 2” heels. After showing him around, stowing his swimsuit, and meeting my Mom, I suggested we go for a walk. I wanted to see where he lived. We talked and strolled through 2 neighborhoods for over an hour. Brian lived 2 doors away from Rob in the next block down from Ashley’s house. He pointed out where other people I knew lived. On the way back, we went by Lisa’s house and some other kids we knew. In the guest apartment I served Coke and some cookies, before we changed and went out to the pool. I guess we did just about everything that Rob and I had done in the pool. Brian could dive, and we tried kissing a few times underwater. On the redwood chaise, I was a little more forward. While we made out, I had my upper body sprawled on Brian’s chest. We dressed and danced and slow danced and kissed. On the sofa, I had slipped off my heels, and Brian had me sitting on his lap, while we made out. My short little skirt had ridden up almost so my panties were showing. His right hand freely roamed up and down my bare legs and thoroughly felt and played with my breasts. We were going at each other hot and heavy, when, again, I was the one to call and end to it.

I hung out regularly with Brian and Rob, about once a week, on different days, of course. The next times I got together with them, I went to their houses. In their blocks, the lots and houses were a little smaller. Each of the boys had small pools, not large enough to swim laps, but plenty of room to play. The problem at both boys’ homes was lack of privacy each time I was there. Sure, we swam and played in the pool, had a little privacy in their rooms, for a short time, to make out, and we watched movies or listened to music. However, pesky siblings were always around. I heard Rob’s mother bitching about my short skirt and skimpy string bikini. The 2nd time I went to Rob’s, I wore a modest skirt, that went just above my knees, and a loose fitting sweater, along with my one piece tank swimsuit. Still, there was a lack of respect and privacy at both boys’ homes. I suggested that from then on we hang out at my house.

We had settled on an informal schedule. Rob would come over on Wednesdays, and Brian on Fridays. The boys knew that I was hanging with both of them and probably shared what we did. I had been to their houses twice, and they came to my house the next week. This may sound repetitive, but we did a lot of the same things and our relationships developed similarly. It was time to put the boys to my test. I had cut my 25’ piece of rope into convenient lengths, and would see if the boys were willing to let me tie them up and play with them. When Rob arrived Wednesday afternoon, the ropes were in plain sight on the coffee table in the great room. I asked Rob right away if he would let me tie him up. He agreed. I tied his wrists behind his back and sat him down in the center of a sofa. Then, I tied his ankles and knees, so that he couldn’t move around much. At first, I knelt beside him and slowly started kissing him all over his face and neck, licked and blew in his ear and then started making out in earnest. Rob seemed comfortable, and he definitely was enjoying it. Next, I straddled him and sat on his lap. Our kisses grew deeper and longer, and my hands wandered all over his chest. Finally, I positioned Rob stretched out on his back. I knelt beside him on the floor and resumed making out. I pulled his shirt up and caressed his bare chest with my right hand. About 45 minutes had passed, before I broke it off and released Rob. During the remainder of that afternoon, we made out some more here and there, but Rob kept asking if he could tie me up. Before he left, I promised him that he could tie me up next Wednesday.

Since I was pretty sure that Rob and Brian were comparing notes on what we did, the ropes were put away when Brian arrived Friday afternoon. He brought over a CD of a rock band that he borrowed from his brother. We listened some, skipped some songs and danced a little, but it definitely wasn’t makeout music. Overall, we didn’t like the group that much and decided to go for a swim. There was the usual playing and making out in the pool, and even more on the double redwood chaise. After we got dressed, I put on some really slow romantic music. I asked Brian to take off his shirt, while I pulled my ropes out of their hiding place. I could tell that Brian had been expecting this, from the look and smile on his face. He eagerly agreed, when I asked if I could tie him up. I tied his wrists behind his back and we danced 4-5 slow songs. I put my arms around his neck, or around his waist, and held him close, while we made out. During a couple songs, I had one hand behind Brian’s neck, and caressed his bare muscular chest with my other hand, while we kissed. I stretched him out on a sofa, as the music continued to play, and tied his ankles and knees together. I straddled his legs, bent over and began kissing him on his stomach. Brian was squirming a lot under me, as I kissed my way up to his chest. His nipples were little hard peaks. I touched each of them with my tongue and lightly scraped each one with my teeth. This brought a moan from Brian’s throat, so I gave each nipple a hot wet kiss, before working my way up to his neck. Finally, I stretched out on top of him and held his head, while ferociously making out. Brian continued to moan and squirm, and I knew he desperately wanted to get his hands on me. When I thought we couldn’t take anymore, I broke it off and released him. I knew he had a great time, and he said he expected to tie me up next week. I smiled, agreed and kissed him goodbye.

Something had been nagging at me in the back of my mind. Brian, Rob and I made out like crazy and we got really excited and turned on, but nobody got any immediate relief. I had to go up to my room, after they left, and get out my vibrator to get off. When I played with myself, I thought about Brian and Rob, and had huge orgasms. I assumed the guys went home and jerked off, hoping they were thinking of me. When each of them came over the following week, I decided to have a serious discussion with each of them, about where we stood, how we felt, what we expected and what we might do in the future. It was difficult bringing up the subject, because we were having so much fun with each other. We hadn’t really been "dating" regularly, just hanging out. At our age, a “date” was when someone’s parent had to drive us somewhere and pick us up. I broached the subject carefully, with each of them, on the day they came over. I told them how much I liked them, liked being with them and loved playing TUGs with them. In their own way, each of them expressed similar feelings. I explained that I was nowhere near having sex with any boy, but I might go a bit further in the near future. However, I didn’t want any hands up my skirt or in my panties. I’d let them try to figure out what I meant.

I told each of them that I wanted to continue hanging out and playing with them, and maybe even go on a date, but that I might meet someone else that I wanted to also be with. I suggested that they might find another girl to hang with. Each of them honestly told me that they had been hanging out and playing little TUGs with Ashley. This is something that I already knew from regularly talking with Ashley. She had not gone as far as I had, with them, and wasn’t really into them as much as I was. It was time to get real. With a knowing smile, I asked each of them if they masturbated. Brian readily admitted to it, and Rob somewhat sheepishly said that he did. I pressed the issue a bit, and got them to admit that they jerked off at least several times a week. More importantly, I got them to admit that they always masturbated after we had been together. To ease the little bit of tension, I told each of them that I used a vibrator on myself, after we had been together. I was proud of their candidness and maturity. Their erections were always evident, after we played together. Since I was using one of the bedrooms in our guest apartment to change, and they used the other one, I proposed that after we made out and played, as far as we could, that we could each go to our separate bedrooms to satisfy ourselves. The solution to our immediate problem and frustration was right there and so obvious. It was quickly agreed that this would be our solution.

The Wednesday discussions with Rob went well and ended on a lighter note. In fact, Rob wanted to get right to it and tie me up immediately. After he played with me, as much as he could stand it, Rob released me. It worked perfectly. I went into my bedroom, stripped, and used my vibrator, until I had 2 great orgasms. Then, I put on my bikini and met Rob, who looked thoroughly satisfied and refreshed, out by the pool. After we swam and played in the pool, and made out a long time on the double chaise, I’m certain that Rob jerked off again in his bedroom, before he got dressed. I waited until after Rob left, before having another session with my vibrator. It was a perfect day.

My talks with Brian on Friday were a little more serious, but went well. We hung around talking about other stuff for nearly another hour. After our swim and our suits had dried off, I went into my bedroom. I put on my black bra and panties, which actually revealed less than my string bikini, and slipped on a shirt with tails. The top 2 buttons were still unfastened, when I decided to slip out to the kitchen to get a Coke. Brian was already sitting on the couch waiting for me. He wanted to tie me up and dance. He put on a CD of slow dance songs and tied my wrists behind my back. With my arms secured behind me, my shirt was stretched and some of my bra showed. Brian got one arm between my back and bound arms, and his other hand around my neck, to hold me tightly against him, while we danced and made out. Well, we actually didn’t dance, but rather just swayed back and forth to the music.

After 4 or 5 songs, and a lot of tongue probing kisses, Brian took me over to a sofa and laid me down on my back. He tied my ankles together and caressed my bare legs. When his hands crept up perilously close to my panties, I gasped and moaned. Brian knew that I loved to be stroked along my inner thighs, so I tried to open my tied legs for his hands. He knelt beside me and began slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Brian looked into my eyes for any sign of disapproval, but I gave him none. He pushed my shirt away, exposing me in my bra and panties. As we started to kiss, Brian’s right hand tantalizingly caressed my bare torso, from the top of my panties to the base of my bra. He knew he was driving me crazy. Finally, his hand cupped my left breast. To me, my lightly padded bra was no different than Brian feeling me up in my bikini. We made out for probably another 15 minutes, while Brian thoroughly felt me up, and I squirmed and moaned. Gasping for air between kisses, I eventually whispered that I couldn’t take anymore. Brian immediately released me, and we adjourned to our separate bedrooms to take care of our needs.

Regretfully, I called Brian and Rob, early the following week, to cancel that week’s get-togethers. It was getting close to the start of school. I promised each of them, that for our final summer get-togethers, we would play a double TUG. I would tie them up first, and then they could tie me up. I cancelled mostly because of my period, but I had also promised to hang out with the girls. On Tuesday, Ashley and Lisa came over. The 3 of us hung out at Janice’s on Wednesday. Thursday morning Janice’s mom dropped the 4 of us off at the mall.  We shopped all day at the mall, having lunch at the food court. We tried on all kinds of clothes and shoes. The girls had their parent’s credit cards and a shopping limit, and each of them bought shoes and clothes. I didn’t buy anything, because my Mom was taking me shopping the next day. I already had 4 back-to-school outfits, from my department store modeling earlier that summer. When my Mom took me shopping the next day, I knew exactly what I wanted. It was always fun shopping with my Mom. In her mid 30s, Mom was gorgeous, slim and shapely, and didn’t look a day over 30. We each got new underwear, dresses and heels.

I carefully planned my final summer get-togethers with Brian and Rob. I wanted them to be a little more exciting and memorable. I would do exactly the same thing with each of them; right up to wearing the same clothes, and see what would develop. I switched days with the boys, so that Brian came over on Wednesday and Rob on Friday. I started each afternoon by talking for awhile, catching up, and then going for a swim. We dried off and made out a little on the double redwood chaise. Instead of dressing, I tied each of them up in their swim trunks. Each of them was stretched out on a sofa, with their hands tied behind their backs, and their ankles and knees tied together. I straddled their legs in my bikini, and bent over to tease and kiss their stomachs and chests, with my tongue and lips. Then, I lay on top of them and made out like crazy. Their erections grew under me. When I thought they couldn’t take anymore, I knelt astride them, and allowed us to catch our breaths for a few moments. Next, I slowly untied and removed my bikini top. I plastered my chest onto theirs and started making out all over again. After about 5 minutes, I broke it off and got up on my hands and knees. Leaning forward, each of them was given a good long close look at my bare breasts and hard pink nipples. I rubbed my taut nipples all over their chests, and then settled back down on top of them, and resumed making out. They groaned and writhed under me, although I was totally turned on and moaning myself. I’m certain that we could have made out for another 5-10 minutes, but I left them wanting more. I knew they wanted to get their hands on my titties. They were released and allowed to go to their bedrooms.

In my bedroom, I quickly took off my bikini bottom and pleasured myself with my vibrator. After using the bathroom, I put on a little makeup and got dressed. I wore my sexiest black bra, but put on a pair of brief black cotton panties. With what I had planned, I knew I would get really excited and wet, so I stuffed 2 Kleenex tissues in my panties. I wore a snug lightweight bright orange short-sleeved turtle neck sweater and a short black pleated skirt. After putting on my 2” heels and gathering a few extra things, I headed for the great room. Each of the boys was waiting for me when I arrived. Taking an idea from my TUG, earlier that summer with the boys, at Ashley’s house, I told them I wanted to play a long TUG. They were permitted to leave me tied up and struggling, at any time, to masturbate and come back and finish the game. I was to be tied-up, blindfolded, gagged and left to struggle for 10-15 minutes, while they used their imaginations to decide what they would do with me. I wanted to be played with some, before they removed my gag. They could kiss and play with me anyway they wanted, and could strip me, in stages, down to my panties. It was obvious, from what I wore, that they would have to un-tie and re-tie me, at least once, during the TUG. I had tried rolling up a pair of white cotton socks, to use as a gag, but they were too big to fit into my mouth. However, 1 rolled up sock comfortably filled my mouth and would do, when held in by a cleave gag.. They tied my wrists behind my back, sat me on a sofa, and tied my knees and ankles together. I thought I looked really cute and sexy all tied up. Using scarves, they blindfolded me, stuffed the rolled sock in my mouth, cleave gagged me with another scarf and left me to struggle.

On that Wednesday afternoon in late August, I sat straining and grunting on the sofa; tied up, gagged, blindfolded and getting excited with anticipation, waiting for Brian to make his 1st move in our final TUG of the summer. One of my favorite slow dance CDs started playing. Brian’s hand lifted my chin and he lightly kissed me over my cleave gag. He pushed me back and sat down next to me. One of his hands was around my neck and the other stroked my bare thighs, while he tenderly kissed me on my face and ears and neck. My gag was removed, and we started some serious making out. All the while, Brian’s right hand teased, squeezed and fondled my breasts and nipples, through my sweater and bra. I was already really excited, and began to wonder if I would be able to stand it, until Brian released me. He helped me stand up. I felt my skirt being loosened, and it fell to the floor around my bound ankles. When my wrists were untied, I got my hands inside my turtleneck sweater, to help Brian take it off. He re-tied my wrists behind my back, but didn’t remove my bra. All of a sudden, I was picked up and carried about 10 steps away from the coffee table and sofas. Brian eased me down and steadied me on my feet. Bound and blindfolded in my bra, panties and heels, Brian held me close and kissed me. I felt his bare muscular chest against my hot bare skin. It sent chills up my spine. While we swayed to the music and made out passionately, Brian’s hands roamed everywhere he could reach; up and down my back, and my sides, over my stomach and breasts, over my hips and even part way down my thighs. From time to time, he crushed me to his body and gave me a deep slow moist kiss.

With one hand behind my back and the other under my knees, Brian picked me up again and laid me on a sofa. He raised my bound knees, and for several minutes, he caressed my inner thighs and the backs of my legs, right up to my panties. This drove me wild and he knew it. I moaned and wiggled from his touch. The next thing I felt was Brian straddling my hips. He leaned forward and played with my breasts and nipples seemingly forever, while I moaned and writhed under him. Next, Brian lay on top of me, using his arms and legs to support most of his weight, but I felt his full bare chest pressing me down. We made out for a long long time, before Brian hopped off. He stuffed my sock into my mouth, tied the scarf cleave gag between my lips, to hold it in, and left me hot and frustrated. It was my fault. I told him that he could leave me at anytime, if he felt the need to masturbate. All I could do was lie there and cool off, while Brian got himself off. I heard him coming back. Brian got me up on my feet. He reached behind me and deftly unhooked my bra. My wrists were untied, my bra slipped off my arms, and my wrists were re-tied again behind my back. I sensed that Brian was staring at me, wearing only my panties and heels.

Brian scooped me up, carried me into a bedroom and put me down on a bed. He was all over the bed and all over me, with his hands. He knew I loved his hands all over my legs and body, and he both teased and turned me on.  I arched my back, when his hands finally reached my bare breasts. He thoroughly explored my titties, for a long time, using his fingers to arouse and harden my nipples. Then, he was on top of me, bare chest to bare chest, crushing me into the bed. We made out, until my lips were sore and we couldn’t catch our breaths anymore. After I was released and Brian left my bedroom, I wasted no time in getting my vibrator out of my bedside table. My first gigantic orgasm came almost immediately after I started playing with myself. I had 2 more orgasms, before deciding to cleanup and get dressed. I walked Brian to my front door and kissed him goodbye, telling him that the afternoon was GREAT and the best TUGs I had ever played.

It was the following Friday afternoon. Rob and I had been for a swim and dried off. I had tied him up in his swimsuit, teased and made out with him on a sofa, and bared my breasts for him, just like I did with Brian 2 days earlier. I was wearing my sexy black bra and Kleenex stuffed panties (I had washed them). I had my orange turtleneck sweater on, along with my short pleated black skirt and 2” heels. I sat on a sofa; bound, gagged and blindfolded, waiting for Rob to come and play our final TUG of the summer. I had been squirming and getting myself excited. I felt that I was already getting wet with expectations of what was to happen. Rob startled me, when he pushed me back and straddled my legs. He was on his knees partially sitting on my lap. He cupped my breasts and began kissing me. He kissed my lips over the cleave gag, kissed and licked my ears, sucked on my ear lobes, and finally kissed me along my chin and over the pulses surging in my neck. Rob re-arranged a sofa cushion next to me and removed my gag. He pivoted me around, so that I was leaning back against a cushion that was at about a 45 degree angle. During this moving about, my skirt rode up, almost to my panties. Rob sat beside me on the edge of a cushion. We made out hungrily, while Rob’s hands continued to play with my tits. My ankles were untied, but not above my knees, and Rob helped me stand up. He held my arm and made me walk, taking tiny steps, somewhere out in the center of the great room floor.

Rob pushed my sweater up. Then he untied my wrists. I helped get my turtleneck sweater off. He had a little trouble unfastening the hooks of my bra. When it fell off down my arms, Rob re-tied my wrists behind my back. I was topless standing there, with my wrists and knees still tied. Rob’s hands went right for my bare breasts. He pushed and squeezed them; seemingly testing them out, and then used his fingers to play with my nipples. Satisfied for the moment, Rob put his arms around me and drew me against his bare chest. We made out for quite some time. While I calmed down a bit and caught my breath, I was aware that Rob had moved around behind me. He reached around me with both arms and cupped my breasts, pulling me tightly against him. I could feel his erection pressing into my ass cheeks. He weighed, hefted, tested and kneaded my breasts from behind, occasionally using his mouth and tongue to tease my ears and neck. I arched my back and pushed my breasts out for him. He must have spent over 10 minutes testing, pinching, pulling and rolling my already hard nipples, with his fingers. I could only gasp and moan from his sensuous touch. My skirt was loosened and dropped to the floor. He untied my knees and had me step out of my skirt and heels. Rob was in front of me again, kissing me. With my heels off, he was a little taller than I was. I loved it when a boy was taller. When we kissed, my head was bent backwards and he could hold an arm around my neck and give me long deep passionate kisses. I kept pushing my body into his bare chest, but he slipped one hand between us, to again play with my nipples.

Rob took me back to the sofa and laid me flat on my back. He tied my ankles crossed. He knelt beside me on the floor and began by caressing my legs. With my ankles tied crossed, I could open my thighs a little, and Rob could get his hands between my thighs. He stroked my inner thighs and rubbed tender tantalizing little circles right up to my panties. He was slowly driving me out of my mind, and I shuddered at every little touch. With his right hand continuing to torment my inner thighs, and his left hand playing with my breasts and nipples, Rob started kissing me all over my stomach and midriff. He squeezed each of my breasts with his hands, and kissed and sucked my nipples several times. I was out of control and thought I would come at any moment, when I sighed, “OH ROB, DON’T STOP!” Eventually he did stop and climbed on top of me. I was already a goner and needed to come quickly. He positioned his bare chest over mine and eased himself on top of me. We made out so ferociously that I lost track of what I was doing. Mercifully, Rob broke it off and released me. I nearly ran to my bedroom and vibrator. After 2 wonderful orgasms, I put on a robe and went to say goodbye to Rob. I kissed him several times at the door, telling him that our TUGs were AWESOME! After Rob left, I went back to my bedroom and had 2 more gigantic orgasms.

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Summer vacation was over and school was about to start. When I talked with my Mom, she said that when she was my age, back in 1976, there were no such things as TUGs. She certainly made out with boys back then, and even did a little light petting, but never got involved in being tied up until she was in college. There was always discussion and disagreement, among the girls, about what constituted letting a boy get to 2nd base with a girl. Some said it was simply getting felt up with their clothes on, while others insisted that 2nd base was getting your bare breasts felt up. No matter, over that summer, 3 boys had scored an easy stand up double with me.

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