 |
|||
|
|
My Sexual Evolution
By Christine
PART 5 - Practice, Practice, Practice
We got home from the lake mid-afternoon on Monday, unpacked and had dinner. After dinner, I answered emails and called Lisa and Ashley. They were both BORED! Most everyone was on vacation. We had only 3 days, Tuesday-Thursday, June 15-17, to practice together, before Lisa and I were going away again.
You may remember that I owed my neighborhood friend, Janice a big favor and that is why I invited her to my last party. Lisa, Ashley and I had decided to try out for the high school cheerleading squad. Earlier in the spring, Janice had given me her cheerleader's book, with all the cheers and moves. Nels took it into the Foundation and had 3 copies made and bound for each of us. I had memorized all the cheers and had practiced the various moves and dances numerous times, by myself, in my bedroom and out in my backyard, as had Lisa and Ashley. Even the simplest cheers like: "Go Cardinals Go", "We WAnnea Touchdown", and "Defense Defense", had specific moves. There were 2 main cheers. The most important was the cheer and dance to our school fight song. Supposedly every move of our bodies and pom-poms had a specific meaning choreographed many years ago. I guessed it was patterned after a hula dance, which told a story by moving the body and arms, but I never figured out the relationship to the words in our fight song, and the moves we had to do. There was a 2nd courtesy cheer performed at halftime, where our cheerleaders would go over to the opponents side of the field and do a cheer for them. The cheers and dances were identical for every opponent, except the nickname of their team was inserted. This was to be the 1st time that we practiced together. For the next 3 afternoons, we were going to practice, play some and hang around the pool, except that Lisa and Ashley wanted to come over on Tuesday morning to clear up some of the things that I had described in my emails from the lake.
The girls came over about 9:30 AM the next morning. We went into the great room and locked ourselves in my bedroom. Ashley was having trouble with the concept of tying herself up, with a little coil of rope. She had a single piece of rope knotted together at the ends, and was trying to coil the rope, while her wrists were inside the one big loop, behind her back. Perhaps my descriptions had not been clear enough? I told her to strip to her panties, while I went to our kitchen to find some string. When I returned, I took her single large coil of rope and looped it into 3 identical smaller coils. Then I tied string in 3 places, around the new triple coil, to hold it together. I had brought back the 2 coils that Lindsay had made and showed them to the girls. After showing Ashley how easy it was to get into and twist it tight, while she was standing up, she wanted to try it in bed. Lisa wasted no time stripping to her panties and challenging Ashley to see who could have more orgasms in 45 minutes. Each of them got on the king-size bed tied their ankles and knees, inserted their buzzing vibrators into their pussies, got into the rope coils and laid on their backs. With nothing to do, I joined them. I stripped to my panties and sat on the floor. I only tied my ankles together, before slipping my vibrator inside me and twisted my wrists tight behind my back in the coils of rope.
I moved onto my stomach and found that if I rolled slightly back and forth, my breasts were squashed into the tweedy carpeting and my nipples were stimulated by the somewhat coarse carpet fibers. As I rolled back and forth, I ground my pussy into the carpet, while my vibrator buzzed inside me. I actually came before either of the other girls, because of the added stimulation that I gave myself. I freed myself and removed my vibe. Lisa and Ashley were in the midst of their 1st orgasms. Why not have a little fun with them? From their tote bags, I got one of the girl's vibrators. I climbed on the bed and straddled Lisa's belly, pinning her down. She was the one who would most likely try and escape from whatever I had planned. From my position on Lisa, I could easily reach each of their mouths. So, I made each of them take their vibrators in their mouths and suck. This quieted them down a bit and gave them something to do, while waiting for their next orgasms, but I knew that it would be the prelude to the next thing the girls wanted ME to prove to them, DEEP THROAT!
I moved their vibrators in and out of their mouths, as if I was fucking their faces, and paused occasionally, with the vibes deep in their mouths, commanding them to SUCK IT HARD! When Ashley came, she rolled away and I pulled the vibrator out of her mouth, allowing her to enjoy her orgasm. Now, I had Lisa under my complete control. I yelled at her, "Suck that cock." "Pretend it's Tyler's dick" I used my other hand to play with Lisa's breasts and nipples. When Lisa came, I climbed off of her, asking, "Have you had enough?" She nodded, yes, and freed herself. They wanted me to prove to them that I could take a cock all the way in my mouth, without choking or gagging. I got out my 7" flexible penis vibe and sat on the end of my bed. After licking it all over, I demonstrated several times how I could ram it all the way in my mouth and into my throat. But, Lisa was not satisfied. She told Ashley to get me on my knees and tie my wrists behind my back, while she got out her 8" veined gel dildo, with a penis head.
Lisa presented her dildo in front of my face and told me to lick it all over, until it is dripping with your saliva. I took her dildo in my mouth, and after a number of short thrusts, Lisa slowly nudged her dildo as far into my throat as she could, and held it there. I swallowed a few times and even moved it back and forth in my throat an inch or so. Lisa finally pulled it out, saying, "OK, now do a complete blowjob on it." Lisa held the dildo steady, and I started by licking it all over and twirling my tongue around its head. After I took it in my mouth and began sucking and bobbing up and down on it, Lisa quickly turned it from a controlled blowjob into a face fucking. She rammed that dildo in and out of my throat 4 or 5 times, before pulling it partially out, so that I could suck and slurp it. Sometimes, Lisa held the dildo deep in my throat and told me to suck it hard. All this went on for about 15 minutes, before Lisa gave up and pulled it out of my mouth. I guess I proved myself to them, because Lisa said, "Let's do Ashley next!"
Ashley and I switched positions, and it was she who was kneeling on the floor, with her wrists tied behind her back. I gently put 3 fingers on each side of her throat, below her jaw, and told her to relax those muscles. While Lisa was in the bathroom washing the dildo, I advised Ashley to stick her tongue out a bit and tilt her head back a little, and the dildo would go down easier. Lisa gave me her freshly washed dildo and said that I could have the honor. Ashley said, "Hold it and let me do my best blowjob." She added, "If I don't do a good job, YOU CAN FUCK MY FACE WITH IT ANYTIME!" For the next 15 minutes, Ashley used her tongue and mouth on that dildo, taking it deep into her throat many times, and doing what I thought was as good a blowjob as any of mine. I didn't know how long to keep it up. I thought that surely any guy would have already come, but I decided to fuck her face for a few minutes, anyway.. I started moaning and groaning and grunting, as if I were the guy being sucked off. The faster I shoved that dildo into Ashley's throat, the more I groaned. Finally, I gave a huge sigh, and buried the dildo in Ashley's throat, holding it there, as if I was shooting my load. GOD! Ashley was great! She never uttered one gurgle or gagging sound or choking cough. I helped her to her feet and hugged and kissed her, before untying her wrists.
I went to wash Lisa's 8" veined gel dildo, as Ashley tied Lisa's wrists, while she was kneeling on the carpet. Lisa had some difficulty in getting the 8" dildo past her gag reflex. Every time Ashley tried to push the dildo deep into Lisa's mouth, she would gag or cough it out. I got off my bed, from where I had been watching, and put my hands on Lisa's throat. I said, "C'mon Lisa, you have to relax your throat muscles." "They are tight as a drum." Ashley repeated my advice about tilting her head back a little more and sticking her tongue out, just past her lips, to flatten it and make more room for the dildo. Ashley tried a couple more times, and got the dildo down Lisa's throat, but after only a few seconds she coughed it out. I told her that she was thinking too much about it, and not just letting it happen. I told her again to pretend that it was Tyler's cock that she was sucking. Lisa needed a distraction. I fired up one of my vibrators and started running it up and down Lisa's pussy slit. When Lisa started moaning, I gave Ashley the signal to go ahead with the dildo. It was just like Lindsay had done to me. There was a big cock in your throat, that didn't normally belong there, and you had to get it out of your head and enjoy the pleasure you were giving the guy whose cock you were sucking off.
I was amazed to see that Ashley had the entire 8" gel dildo as far as it would go in Lisa's mouth and down her throat. Lisa was sucking away on the dildo, when I removed my vibrator from her pussy. Ashley pushed the dildo in and out of Lisa's throat for another 5 minutes, without any problems. Next, it was time for the blowjob test. I knelt behind Lisa, and when it was time for her to take the dildo into her throat, I gave her nipples a little roll between my fingers and a little pinch. It was a gorgeous sight to watch. Lisa, the beautiful blue eyed blonde, thrust her chest out, strained at her wrist restraints and swallowed up her own 8" dildo, with the enthusiasm of what I perceived was a whore trying to get her John off as quickly as possible. Lisa did it all. There was no need for Ashley to forcefully fuck her face, with the dildo. After a little less than 15 minutes, Lisa was licking the dildo clean, as if the guy had already come and she was cleaning him up, after swallowing his cum. Whatever Lisa had mentally and physically done, she was a proven "deep throater." We all got dressed and headed for the kitchen. I scrounged around the refrigerator and found some leftover pasta salad and tuna salad, along with a fresh fruit compote, which we had for lunch. After lunch, we changed into our bikinis and tennis shoes and went out into the backyard to practice.
Lisa had a portable player and a recording of our school fight song, as well as a number of marches, which was the typical music played by the band at football games. When I had practiced the moves that went with the fight song, by myself, I sang the song aloud. However, when we started practicing together, Ashley and I were a little off the rhythm of the song. It took a few tries, before we were all in sync. We held dish towels in each hand to simulate pom-poms. After about our 6th try, we did it perfectly. Lisa turned the music off, and we practiced all the other cheers, including the visitor's cheer and dance, 2 or 3 times. Before we quit for the day, we did the fight song dance and cheer twice more, bellowing out the words, as we danced and gyrated over the lawn. Our 1st practice lasted a little over an hour, and everyone was pleased with what we had accomplished. But, we were eager to get inside and play.
Ashley suggested that we could tie someone kneeling and tease them to orgasm, while forcing them to suck a dildo. Lisa wanted to go first and didn't want to suck another dildo. I told her, "If you want to go 1st, you have to be tied spread-eagle and gagged." She agreed. Little did Lisa know the surprise I had in store for her? When Lisa was topless, gagged and stretched 4 ways on my bed, we began. Ashley took above her waist and kissed her face and neck, as well as teased her breasts with a vibrator and licked and sucked her nipples. I knelt between Lisa's spread legs wielding Lisa's biggest vibrator and ran it up and down her inner thighs. When Lisa was good and turned on, I brought the vibrator to her bikini bottoms and began running it around her labia lips. Lisa was moaning almost constantly by the time I had the vibrator over the entrance to her love tunnel. Then, I did what Lindsay had done to me at her lake cottage. With my other hand, I untied both hip strings on Lisa's bikini bottoms and lay the front between her legs. The head of the vibrator was only away from her opening for a few seconds, and neither Ashley nor Lisa had realized what I had done yet. I pushed Lisa's vibrator into her gaping cunt, and had it about halfway inside her, before her head popped up and she stared in bewilderment at me. I asked her, "Do you want me to stop?" She violently shook her head, NO! Ashley turned around to see what I was doing, while I thrust Lisa's vibrator in and out, going deeper with each plunge.
Since I had other plans for Lisa, I decided to fuck her as fast as I could. Lisa's hips buck wildly to keep up with the fast paced thrusting of her vibrator, while I used the middle finger of my other hand to tease her clit. I buried the vibrator in her pussy and rubbed her clit hard and fast, until Lisa let go with the loudest scream, even while gagged, that I had ever heard from her. I pulled out the vibrator, while Lisa recovered, but easily slid 2 fingers inside her. My hand twisted one way and the other, as I thoroughly explored her vaginal walls, looking for you know what. As Lisa came back to reality, I began finger fucking her with 2 fingers. I don't think Lisa could help it. Her hips gyrated and humped my fingers, quickly matching the speed of my finger fucking. After about 10 minutes of this, I was certain Lisa would explode within a minute or two. Ashley continued to watch and began fingering herself. I paused and quickly searched the area of Lisa's pussy, where her g-spot should be. FOUND IT! I pinched her clit and rubbed her g-spot as fast as I could. Lisa seemed stunned and could only manage a deep guttural groan, through her gag, as she squirted her pussy juices out of her cunt and all over my hand. She quivered and spasmed uncontrollably, for several minutes, seemingly dazed by what had just happened and the intensity of her orgasm. As Ashley untied Lisa, I showed her my hand, dripping with her pussy juices. "That was your g-spot!" I proclaimed, "How did you like it?" I removed her gag, but Lisa was speechless. I wiped a little of her pussy juices under her nose and smeared the rest over her breasts.
Ashley was already naked and wanted to go next. Her pussy glistened wet from her leaking juices and she looked ready to go. While I washed my hands, Lisa had recovered enough to tie Ashley to the bed. I should have brought out a towel, but I decided that it didn't matter. Not only was my sheet soaked, but I was sure the mattress pad below it would also need washing. Lisa wanted to watch, and since no foreplay was required for Ashley, it didn't matter. Her pussy lips were swollen and her love hole gaped wide open, as I knelt between her spread legs. Her vibrator slipped easily into her cunt. I gave her a thorough fucking with it, going slow at first, and then speeding it up, until I finished her off by rubbing and pinching her clit. Ashley is the quietest girl I know when coming. She just makes little moaning sounds that get faster and faster, as she builds to her orgasm. I gave Ashley no chance to come down. As soon as I pulled her vibrator out of her, 2 of my fingers were probing her vagina. I finger fucked her at a slow relentless pace, just to tease and frustrate her. Ashley's g-spot was quite apparent to me, and I ran my middle finger over it every 2nd or 3rd stroke. I had tormented her enough. Ashley was becoming delirious, from her need to come. You could hardly call it a squirt or gusher, when I rubbed Ashley's g-spot and clit simultaneously. But, a good quantity of pussy juice dribbled steadily out of her cunt, while she finally came and came and came.
It was my turn next. Not only did Lisa want me tied spread-eagle and gagged, but she first stuffed my panties, which were on a nearby chair, with the rest of my clothes, deep into my mouth. Ashley alternately teased my nipples, with one of my vibrators, and licked and sucked them ravenously. Lisa knelt between my spread legs and studied my pussy for a moment. She bent forward and used her fingers to rub my pussy lips and eventually spread and stretch them wide open. She easily slipped one finger inside me, then 2, but she couldn't get a 3rd inside my tight love canal. She felt around inside me, with just 1 finger for a couple minutes, and then finger fucked me, until my juices were sloshing around and my hips were involuntarily bucking at her finger. Lisa withdrew and plunged my biggest penis vibe all the way inside me, and then turned it on high and left it buzzing away for a few minutes. What followed was easily the slowest, most frustrating and greatest vibrator masturbation I had ever received. She teased my love hole and clit relentlessly, with my vibrator, while Ashley continued to play with my breasts and nipples. Lisa never heeded my thrashings and unintelligible moans and pleas to come. She brought me close to orgasm numerous times, only to back off and start over. I had lost all control of my body and couldn't think clearly. When the enormous orgasm engulfed me, I groaned in relief and rode the delightful waves of pleasure that hit me from head to toe.
After some time, I realized that Lisa's fingers were inside me. She finger fucked me for a minute or two, and then stopped unexpectedly to prod and rub my g-spot area. I felt like another orgasm was starting to build within me, but I wasn't ready for it, when it came. It might have been 10 minutes into Lisa's finger fucking and g-spot rubbing, when I just came. It hit me out of the blue. My body started shaking and the spasms seemed to crescendo, from my pussy, outward throughout my body. I actually felt my pussy juices shooting out of my cunt. After I settled down, Lisa reciprocated by wiping some of my pussy juices, from her hand, below my nose, and smeared the rest all over my breasts. Besides that, I was lying in the remains of the pussy juices from all three of us. After I was freed, I turned on the bathroom fan, because my bedroom reeked with the smell of female come. There was nothing else to do. We grabbed our bikinis, ran giggling outside and dove into our pool totally naked. We swam and splashed and tweaked each other's titties, totally giddy over what we had just done. The chlorinated water in the pool cleaned us off well enough for the time being. After exhausting ourselves playing in the pool, we dried off, put on our bikini bottoms and sun screen, and sunbathed topless. We sat around for about another hour laughing, giggling and talking mostly about sex and guys, but vowed to get other girls involved in the new play that we had just experienced.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lisa, Ashley and I started our cheerleader practice about 1:00 PM the next day. We ran through everything several times and did the fight song about 5 times. Practice went well and we were becoming a coordinated tightly knit bunch of performers. Meagan stopped over about 15 minutes before we finished, and wanted to play with us. I figured that Ashley had called her and told her about what we did the day before. We all went inside and stripped naked. I took Meagan into my bedroom and Lisa and Ashley used the other bedroom for their play. I hadn't seen Meagan naked in some time. I was always in wonder over her flawless creamy white skin, contrasted by her neatly trimmed crop of rich thick dark red pubic hair, without the slightest hint of a curl, and her beautiful pink pussy lips. I had provided towels for everyone to prevent the beds from getting soaked with pussy juices again. I did Meagan and then she did me. We washed afterward, and I got into my bikini and loaned Meagan one of my other ones. We met the other girls out by the pool. No one went in the water, because we all wanted to hear about the new guys Meagan had been playing with.
Meagan had met a boy, Brad, during her group therapy last spring, who went to the Catholic School in town. He and his friend Digger would be joining us as freshman in high school in the fall. They had been hanging out on weekend since early last May. Since school let out for the summer, and Meagan's parent's reconciliation, they got together 2-3 times a week. Meagan talked to us regularly and received our private Yahoo Group emails. To make a long story short, Meagan was playing nearly similar TUGs, with these guys, as we were playing with our guys. She had not experienced clothespins or clamps on her nipples yet, but had come a long way sexually in a relatively short time. She even confessed that Brad and Digger had been rubbing her pussy, over her panties, without getting their fingers "in her pants." That was something that I had been seriously thinking about, ever since Matt had done it to me at my party last May. It really felt good, even underwater. I wasn't going to have sex, until I was 16 and on the pill, and I wanted to get settled in high school for a semester, before I let a guy get to 3rd base and finger fuck me. I had in my mind that I would take this step early next year, with 4-5 months of 3rd base finger fucking, before jumping into full fledged sex. But, this was just a tiny little step forward that would bring me pleasure and fun. Now, I had the separation of the length of a vibrator, between the guy's fingers and my pussy. My panties were just a thin patch of fabric, and my last barrier, that protected my most intimate parts from probing fingers. I had to think some more about this.
The following day, Thursday, the 3 of us again got together at my house for more cheerleader practice. Janice, who was now the captain of the cheerleading squad, joined us. We had a very good practice. The only thing that Janice advised us to do was to shake our hips more as we danced and did our moves. We went inside to play. Janice and Ashley used one bedroom, and Lisa and I went into my bedroom. I did Lisa first and really took my time with her. She had 3 spectacular orgasms, and I made her squirt her pussy juices all over a towel twice. When it was my turn, Lisa had a different idea for playing with me. She had me on the bed on my belly. My arms were twisted up, behind my back, and she tied my wrists crossed up between my shoulder blades. Lisa got me up on my feet and wrapped more rope around my upper body, over and under my breasts, securing my upper arms and forearms to my back. She positioned me standing at the foot of my bed; with my feet spread about 3' apart. She tied my ankles to the legs at the foot of the bed, preventing me from closing my wide spread legs. Before beginning, Lisa placed a towel on the floor between my legs.
Lisa made out with me for about 5 minutes, and then gagged me thoroughly. She teased and played with my breasts and taut nipples for maybe another 10 minutes. My nipples were pinched and pulled, and finally Lisa sucked on them hard, drawing them out into elongated peaks. I felt her hand cup my pussy. She teased and played with my labia lips and clit, before working 2 fingers inside me. She began finger fucking. After a while, Lisa smiled at me and glanced down. I was embarrassed to see that Lisa's hand was motionless, and saw that I was thrusting my hips and humping her fingers. It was then that Ashley and Janice walked into my bedroom. I had lost all track of time, but it was obvious that they had finished their play and sat down to watch. Lisa withdrew her fingers, turned my vibrator on high and shoved it all the way inside me, saying, "Don't let that slide out." I clenched all my muscles and tried to get my legs closer together, while Lisa played with my breasts. I felt my orgasm building. My hips continued to gyrate, but my vibrator was slipping out. The other girls pointed at me, and Ashley said, "You're gonna lose it, Christine!" Lisa had sucked and drawn my nipples out to nearly one inch in length.
Lisa took hold of my vibrator and fucked me with it. By now, I was moaning continuously, and screamed when my 1st orgasm smashed through me. The next thing I recall was Lisa's fingers back inside my cunt, and Ashley was kneeling on the bed, behind me, playing with my tits. Lisa was finger fucking me in earnest, with one finger hitting my g-spot with every thrust. In the countless times I masturbated, either with my fingers or a vibrator, my pussy juices have never gushed out. For me, I figured that my g-spot must be continuously rubbed a number of times for me to squirt. Eventually, Lisa did just that, and my pussy juices spurted and dribbled down on the towel between my legs. It was a good thing Ashley was behind me squeezing my breasts, because I felt my knees go weak from the force of my orgasm, and she held me steady until my body stopped quivering. After that orgasm, I didn't think it possible to have another so quickly, but Lisa's fingers were teasing and rubbing my neglected clit. Round and round my sensitive nub Lisa's fingers moved, and then she rubbed it as fast as she could. The whole thing couldn't have taken more than 2-3 minutes, when I again screamed and convulsed into my 3rd orgasm. After I was freed, we all put on our bikinis and hung around the pool, talking about our sex games and cheerleading.
Practice of a Different Kind
On Friday morning, June 18, Lisa and I left for baseball camp. It was a 5-6 hour drive north. Lisa's mom, Anne, drove us. I had a new fielder's glove that Nels conditioned with neatsfoot oil and broke it in for me. I packed a suitcase of the recommended clothing for camp. You recall, from earlier in this story, that our 8th grade PE teacher, Mrs. Becker, was also the Coach of the freshman girl's softball team at high school. She had suggested that Lisa and I attend a summer baseball camp, and our parents made those reservations. With a brief stop at a BK in a small town, we pulled into camp around 3:00 PM that afternoon. The camp was a former horse ranch that had been downsized, but off in the distance I saw a few horses grazing in a pasture. There were 6 baseball diamonds, 3 for women's baseball and 3 for men's baseball. There was a large building with 2 wings, a large central dining room connected to the dormitory wings, as well as 2 meeting rooms, a fitness center and equipment room. Once we registered, we were given a tee shirt and cap, and were fitted for baseball shoes, with short rubber cleats. Quite a number of the older girls had their own shoes, and it was apparent that they had played on a high school team already. Lisa and I shared a room. It was sparsely furnished with 2 beds, a dresser, table and small closet. After we were settled in our room, Anne said goodbye and headed back home.
Lisa and I met and visited with the other girls in the dorm, until a bell rang calling us to dinner at 6:00 PM. At 7:00 PM, the girls all went into one of the meeting rooms for a discussion of the general rules of the game. We were then excused to go get changed for a Friday night get together and dance. About ¾ of the girls dressed up. Lisa and I wore our short skirts, a nice long top, 2" heels and just a little lipstick. Most of the dining room tables had been cleared away, and one of the young assistants played dance music. Lisa and I mingled and met many of the guys. There were probably 30 guys and 30 girls in all, which was enough for 2 teams each. I danced with about 10 guys and got to know a little about them and where they were from. As the dance wound down, we drifted back to our dorms and got ready for bed. Lights out was at 11:00 PM.
At 7:00 AM the next morning, a bell rang throughout the dorm. We had 1-1/2 hours to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast and be out on the practice field by 8:30 AM. We practiced Saturday and Sunday mornings and afternoons. There were 8 pitchers and 4 catchers. Lisa went off with that group to practice on another field. The rest of us practiced and tried different positions. One coach hit fungos to the outfield, while another coach hit infield practice. I sucked in the outfield. I couldn't get a good jump on the ball, and my throw into home was terrible. I did very well in the infield. I was best at shortstop and 2nd base, but my throw across the diamond, from 3rd base to 1st, was pretty inconsistent. We had batting practice on the 3rd diamond, utilizing a pitching machine. The batting coach sized me for the right bat and made a couple suggestions to improve my batting stance. We were taught to ignore the gyrations and single or double windups of the pitchers, and concentrate on watching for the ball's release, as it came off the pitcher's hip. I learned to bunt and slap the ball. It was suggested that I might do some light workouts with small weights, just to strengthen my wrist muscles and tone my arms and shoulder muscles. I didn't want to bulk up like my friend Lindsay. There were more classroom lessons on the finer points of the game and the rules, after dinner, both Saturday and Sunday nights. We did have another dance on Saturday night.
On Monday morning the girls were divided into 2 teams, and Lisa was on my team. Each team had 4 pitchers, 2 catchers, 4 infielders and the remaining 5 girls rotated in the outfield. We practiced as a team Monday morning and I played 2nd base. We even had live batting practice with one of our pitchers taking the mound. After lunch on Monday, we played a game against the other girl's team. A regulation women's softball game is 7 innings, but we played a 9 inning game. In this way, 3 of our pitchers each pitched 3 innings. Our 2 catchers each played half the game and everyone got more game time. We used all regulation protective gear, especially batting helmets, and I decided to wear elbow and knee pads. This is how the whole week went. By Friday afternoon, everyone had a pretty good idea of how good or bad they were and where they needed improvement. After dinner each night, we had free time before dark. The assistants manned the pitching machines and shagged balls. I would always take a turn or two in the batting cage. I often met Lisa at one of the practice bullpens and caught for her, when a catcher wasn't available. Lisa had learned several new pitches and worked hard on perfecting them. I usually spent a half hour in the fitness room working with the light weights.
On Saturday, June 26, we were scheduled to play 2 games, one in the morning and one after lunch. My parents came up for the games, and would take Lisa and me back home Sunday morning. Mrs. Becker (Coach Pam or just Coach, as we were told to call her) also came up to watch the games, as did a number of other people. After the 1st game, my parents took Coach out to lunch. After the 2nd game that afternoon, Coach hung around to talk with the camp's coaches. My parents hung around while Lisa and I showered and changed. We put on nice dresses, and I even put my hair up. Nels and Celeste took Coach, Lisa and me out to a nice restaurant for dinner. At dinner, Coach told Lisa that 2 pitchers were moving up, and that if she tried out, Lisa would surely be a starting pitcher. Coach told me that she needed me at 2nd base and for my hitting, and that I had a sure spot on her team. Coach said goodbye at dinner. She was leaving in the morning to go to San Francisco to visit her sister. My parents dropped Lisa and me back at baseball camp in time for the last half of the Saturday night dance. On Sunday morning we had breakfast, packed up our stuff and said goodbye to the friends we had made. When we checked out, we were given a statistics report for the 7 games we played. I had 30 at bats, 22 hits, 12 singles, 9 doubles and 1 generous scorer's triple, for a batting average of .733. In the field I had 36 chances and made only 1 error, for a fielding percentage of .972.
During the drive back home, we all talked for about the first 3 hours. After stopping for a quick lunch, we settled into a talked out silence. Celeste played a CD of her favorite music, and she and Nels sometimes sang along to the tunes. I read a book, and Lisa pensively looked out the window. All of a sudden, Lisa nudged me and whispered, "As soon as we get back, I want to play with some of the guys." I agreed that it was long overdue. After another 15-20 minutes had passed, Lisa whispered, "I want 2 guys to tie me up and play with me like Eric and Brian did with you at your party." I nodded my head and mouthed, OK. About ½ hour passed, before Lisa nudged me again, saying, "I have a GREAT idea!" "We can use our coils of rope and tie ourselves up in your woods, for the guys to find." I replied, "That sounds like fun." "Let's DO IT!" "But, the best days are Tuesdays and Fridays, when my mom is out shopping with her friends or going to some women's meeting." Finally, another 15-20 minutes passed before Lisa whispered to me, "I want to dress up sexy slutty, like Brian and Eric dressed you at your party." I responded that I liked the idea, but we couldn't wear heels in the woods. Lisa was all right with that, and we would figure out the details the next day. We had a plan, and I told Lisa that she could line up 4 guys for this coming Tuesday.
On Monday morning Celeste informed me that Lindsay's parents had called, while I was away at baseball camp. They were going to sell their cottage at the lake. Apparently their family business was taking up too much of their time and they felt they couldn't get away to the cottage that much anymore. Lindsay wanted to talk to me and say goodbye. After a couple tries, I got her on the phone around lunchtime. She told me that she had played twice more in the woods, with my cousins, James and John. Both times they tied her up and played with her, before making her suck them off. They put rubber bands around her boobs, making them swell up into sensitive little orbs, and they had rubbed and fingered her pussy through her panties. Lindsay was a year older than me and more adventurous. I figured that if I let those guys play with me next year, they would undoubtedly have sex with me. I didn't think that having sex, with my 1st cousins, was right, and vowed that I would not play with them again. Lindsay and I had a lot of fun at the lake. We said our goodbyes. I never saw or heard from her again.
Lisa came over on Monday afternoon to do a dry run. We decided on what outfits we would wear and walked out to my woods. Lisa found 2 good trees, about 50' apart that were well screened by clumps of bushes. We figured out how we could tie ourselves up to our trees, and how we could slip our wrists into our coils of rope, behind the tree, and twist them, until we were tightly bound. Lisa had gotten Brian, Eric, Brandon and Tyler to come and play with us the next day. The guys were to come at 2:00 PM and go directly to the woods to search for us, but they were not to enter the woods any earlier than 2:00 PM.
We Tied Ourselves Up For the Guys
On Tuesday, June 29, Lisa came over at 1:30 PM for our new experimental game. We got dressed in our outfits. Each of us wore an 8" skirt and tube top, with a strapless bra underneath. I wore white knee socks and loafers and Lisa wore tennis shoes. I thought that this could have been a really cute outfit, if I wore a decent top. Instead, I was hot from the waist down and slutty from the waist up. We picked up our supplies and headed for the woods. There was no sign of any of the guys arriving too early. We separated and headed for our selected trees. I backed up to the tree and set everything down at my feet. My plastic bag contained 2 vibrators, 2 gag/blindfolds, 2 of those little Radio Shack clamps and 2 pair of my panties wadded into a ball, for a better gag. There were only 3 ropes, including my coil. First, I bent over and tied my ankles together. This was followed by wrapping a rope twice around the tree and my waist, securing myself to the tree. Finally, I bent over at the waist and retrieved a blindfold and my little coil of rope. I slid the coil up to my elbow joint on my right arm and blindfolded myself. Finally, I got both wrists into the rope coil, behind the tree, and twisted my right wrist around 3 times, until the coil was tightly twisted between my wrists. I was ready. I think that I stood there tied to the tree for about 10 minutes, and then I heard them coming.
After a few minutes, I heard someone, off in the distance, say, "There's Lisa." within a couple minutes, I heard them walking around me. In a pleading voice, I said, "Thank God you found me." "Please untie me!" He was standing right in front of me and put 2 hands on my bare shoulders. He was so close to me that I felt him breathing on my face. In more of a panicky voice, I said, "No, No, please untie me" "What are you going to do to me?" I felt a finger across my lips, signaling me to be quiet. Then, he gave me a soft sweet tender kiss. I automatically responded to it and parted my lips for him. We were making out like crazy, and from the way he kissed me, I knew it was Brian. Meanwhile, from behind me, the other guy pulled my tube top down to my waist, and followed by pulling my bra down and unfastening it. While making out, Brian slid his hands from my shoulder and down to my bare breasts. He squeezed them and used his fingers to coax my nipples into little taut buds. The other guy took over and started making out with me. I knew that it was Brandon. Each of the guys took several turns making out with me, feeling and playing with my breasts and nipples and caressing my upper torso and legs. One of them untied my ankles, while the other one pulled each of my nipples and put a clamp on each. I spread my legs.
I heard my vibrators being fired up. One of them used a vibrator on my breasts, running it round and round my clamped nipples, while the other guy ran the other vibrator up and down my inner thighs. When the 1st guy held my vibrator to the ends of my nipple clamps, I thought I might come, and moaned deeply in my throat. The 2nd guy began teasing my pussy, with the other vibrator. Up and down my slit, he slowly moved the vibrator, touching my clit for an instant, at the top of each pass. I moaned continuously and felt an orgasm coming on fast. And, then they stopped! I moaned in frustration.
The rope around my waist was untied, but my wrists were still secured behind the tree. I was forced down to my knees, with my legs straddling the tree trunk. I felt a stiff cock nudging my lips. From its size, when I had it in my mouth, I knew it was Brandon's cock. After I finished sucking him off, Brian's bigger dick was in my mouth. I put a little extra into Brian's blowjob, but he came faster than usual. I got to rest a few minutes on my haunches, before they hauled me to my feet and again tied me to the tree, with a rope around my waist. Someone pinched my nose closed, and when I opened my mouth to suck in some air, my 2 pair of panties were stuffed in my mouth. The remaining scarf was used as a cleave gag to hold my panties in my mouth. My little skirt was flipped up in front and tucked in its waistband. Finally, I thought, they are going to let me come. Sure enough, 2 vibrators were stimulating my most sensitive areas. One teased my breasts and the other attacked my pussy. I was so horny, by then, from the earlier vibrator teasing and the 2 blowjobs that I had just done, that I needed to come quickly. One of them concentrated a vibrator on my clit area, and I grunted and trembled, as my 1st orgasm shot through my body. It took me several minutes to settle down, before a vibrator started moving around my pussy again. He did it slowly, teasing me ever closer to another orgasm. At last, I think he sensed that from my frenzied chest heaving panting and my muffled pleading moans, that I couldn't take much more. When the vibrator was jammed against my clit, I shrieked, as the orgasm blasted through my body and left me somewhat dazed. I slumped back against the tree trunk, until I stopped quivering.
It barely registered on me, when the little nipple clamps were removed. The rope around my waist and the tree was untied. My skirt was flipped back down and my tube top was pulled up in place. It took them several minutes to figure out how my little coil of rope, securing my wrists behind the tree, worked, but they eventually untwisted one of my wrists, until the coil was loose and slipped off. I stepped away from the tree and took a few wobbly steps. My wrists were re-tied behind my back, and the blindfold was finally removed. Still gagged, with a mouthful of my panties, they led me out of the woods. As we emerged, I saw Lisa, Eric and Tyler entering the pool gate. By the time we got into the guest apartment, Lisa was already tied to the bed in the 2nd bedroom. Brian and Brandon turned me over to Eric and Tyler, and we went into my bedroom. Eric undid my skirt and slid it down to my ankles, and also pulled my tube top down. They pushed me down on the bed and removed my skirt and tube top, as well as my loafers and knee socks. They positioned me on my back in the center of the bed, and tied my ankles spread to the bottom corner post. Then, they pounced on me.
Eric was between my legs, caressing them with his hands. He hadn't forgotten that rubbing little circles, with his fingers, along my inner thighs, right up to my panties, drove me wild. Tyler straddled my stomach and squeezed and kneaded my breasts. As he started tweaking my nipples, I whimpered encouraging sounds into my gag. Tyler got off, picked up a vibrator and remounted my stomach, facing my feet. He put the buzzing vibrator against my panties over my pussy, while Eric continued to tease my legs. I tried to buck my hips against the vibe, but Tyler had most of his weight on my stomach and held me down. The closer I got to my orgasm, the louder and faster I moaned. Although they couldn't see me from the waist up, as my orgasm started to overtake me, I arched my back and chest, and screeched into my gag. After they gave me a chance to come down from my orgasmic high, Eric untied my ankles, and got me off the end of the bed and onto my knees. My gag was finally removed, and Tyler stood there, with his pants and shorts down, ready for his blowjob. When I finished on Tyler and swallowed his cum, Eric got me to my feet, backed me up to the edge of the bed and pushed me back onto it. Everything from my knees up was flat on the bed.
Eric raised my legs off the floor and flopped them spread wide open, so that my knees nearly rested on the bed. Tyler, again, straddled my stomach and held my knees apart, while my lower legs and feet dangled in the air. Eric knelt on the floor and wielded 2 vibrators. He teased my pussy with one, and used the other on my legs. Without a gag, my little whimpers of pleasure quickly grew into loud yearning groans. When one vibrator ran over my panties at my love hole, and the other around my clit, I was nearly delirious. I couldn't catch my breath, but sputtered out, "OH PLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME COME!" "GOD, FINISH ME OFF!" Within a minute, I erupted into a body shattering mind blowing orgasm. Eric let go of my knees and got off my stomach. I simply rolled onto my side, curled up in a ball and savored all the sensations I felt, until the spasms subsided. I owed Eric a SUPER BJ! And, that's what I gave him, taking him numerous times, as far into my throat as I could.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
That's how it went, every Tuesday and Friday for 4 weeks. Different girls and guys came over to play in the woods and in my guest apartment. Sometimes we tied ourselves up in the woods, and sometimes the guys would take us to the woods already tied, and sometimes we simply hid in the woods, until one of the guys found us. Lisa and I played that 1st TUG, and Ashley and I did it again, the following Friday. From then on, we had 3 girls and 6 guys playing. We got Meagan, Beth and Rhonda involved. Since Jill was spending most of the summer in Europe, and Kelley was on Cape Cod for the summer, we got John and Dean to play. Our "sex club," as Lindsay dubbed it was in full swing. Lisa had a girl's party the night of Saturday, July 10, and Beth had the girls over Saturday afternoon, July 24. Those were riotous outrageous parties, with naked 15 year old girls tying up, finger fucking and vibe fucking each other all over the place. I brought my gag gifts, from my last birthday party, including my tassel pasties and loin cloth, crotchless panties, etc, for the girls to wear and play in.
Meagan wanted to play next, and wanted to invite Brad. I was concerned about Meagan's accounts of Brad and Digger playing with her pussy, even though they didn't get their fingers inside her panties. It was Meagan's business what she let those guys do to her, in private at her house. I asked Meagan if she got off, while the guys played with her pussy. She said, "Oh no, they just rub me for a few minutes." I told her that none of the other girls were ready to allow that. If she wanted to play at my house, with Brad, she would have to tell Brad to keep his fingers off any girl's panties. I reminded Meagan of what happened to Matt, and asked the guys to keep an eye on Brad, when we played. Since Meagan didn't get off, when Brad fingered her panties, seemed pointless to me. It helped me make my decision on when and how I would take that next step.
Sex games were, by no means, everything I did in July and August. I continued to read a lot. I devoured the teen magazines and "People". Everyday, I read a good portion of the LA Times and the front page of the Wall Street Journal, before Nels took it off to work. Our library had 2 bookshelves full of books. I had already read a few business books and many of the so-called "classics," by such authors as Louisa May Alcott, Hemingway, etc. That summer, I was reading romance novels from Celeste's 2 shelves of books. Of those I had read, most contained vivid and explicit descriptions of sex. I learned a lot from those books, and fantasized about some guy eating my pussy one day.
At least a couple times a week, I went over to Lisa's and caught for her. Her dad had constructed a pitching mound in their backyard, and Lisa would practice her pitching. Nels had found a place with batting cages and pitching machines that worked with women's regulation sized softballs. Either Anne or Celeste would drive the 20+ miles, and take Lisa and me, at least once a week, for about an hour's worth of batting practice. Ashley, Lisa and I got together at one of our houses, about 2-3 times a week, to practice our cheerleading moves and dances. Janice joined us a few times, and sometimes we played afterward. I saw a lot of movies that summer, mostly with the girls, but I had a number of dates. I finally saw Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace, which had been out since May. Janice and I double dated twice. It must have been humiliating for her dates, because they didn't have, or couldn't get a car, so Janice had to drive and she desperately wanted to go out with those 2 different guys. I went with Brian and Eric, and we always had the whole backseat to ourselves. Janice introduced us to one of the local teen makeout spots. She had a great time in the front seat, with her dates, and in the back seat Brian and Eric made out with me like crazy. I let both of them take off my top and bra, and eventually went down on them.
I did several modeling shoots every month, and always brought home new clothes for my ever growing wardrobe. Celeste had been going to a fitness center, with her girlfriends, for years. She kept her body in really nice shape. Men, as they approach 40, started to think about strokes and heart attacks, and Nels was, admittedly, a little overweight and out of shape. Earlier that spring, Celeste had finally talked Nels into joining the fitness center. He had lost that extra 10-15 pounds and looked really good and was exercising regularly, before going to work. Celeste took me to the fitness center once a week. While she went through her workout routine with her friends, I worked with light weights, to strengthen my hands, wrists, arms and shoulders, for about 30 minutes, and then walked on a treadmill for another 30 minutes. A good 1 hour workout every week both strengthened and toned my muscles, without changing my appearance or figure.
Celeste continued with my homemaker's domestication lessons. She taught me how to use the sewing machine and its various attachments. I learned to sew on buttons, and move buttons to make a garment fit better. Celeste, also, taught me how to let out seams and make minor alterations. We had the most fun in the kitchen, where I learned how to make more complicated dishes from scratch. Celeste and I would often prepare an entire meal together, especially our formal Sunday afternoon dinner.
Then, there were those lazy Sunday afternoons in July and August. If I was going to be around, various kids would always come over to hangout. We mostly swam and sat in the sun talking. The duffle bag of bondage equipment was always there, if anyone wanted to play. Some did, but I mostly declined, especially on the Sundays after Lisa's and Beth's girl's parties. On one cloudy slightly cool Sunday, I was lounging around the pool in my jean cutoffs and sleeveless blouse. I got the idea that it might be fun to be tied to Brian, just so we could makeout. Everyone went into my bedroom. I took off my top and bra, and Brian stripped off his shirt. They tied our wrists behind our backs, and pushed us together standing at the side of the bed. A rope was wound around us, under our arms, tying us together around our armpits. Another rope tied us together around our waists. Brian and I were pushed onto the bed. Two guys grabbed our feet and dragged us to the center of the bed, and then they tied our ankles together. At first we were on our sides, when we started making out. After about 10 minutes, I said that I wanted to be on top. We rocked a little and easily rolled so that I was lying on top of Brian's chest. I could lift my head and tease Brian's lips and mouth, with my tongue, before capturing his lips with mine and resuming our slow soft passionate kisses. At some point, Brian gave a mighty heave, and rolled us until he was on top of me. He bore down on my mouth and his kisses became more insistent. I could feel the bulge in his shorts pressing into my cutoff jeans, and I couldn't help moving my hips against it. It seemed his tongue was always in my mouth, and his weight on my chest made me pant and gasp for air. Too soon, the others came back in the room to release us. I thought this little game had some potential, and wondered what it would be like to play it naked?
Do you remember when Lisa and I came home unexpectedly early and surprised Celeste, on the last day of school, and wound up having lunch and sunbathing with Celeste, Anne and 2 of their friends? Lisa did, and remembered a suggestion that Joan told us. On another Sunday, we tied up Tyler and blindfolded him, after taking his shirt and jeans off. While Tyler stood motionless, with his boxers pulled down and his cock growing harder every minute, 3 girls teased and played with him. Our mouths and tongues worked on him everywhere from his mouth down to his balls and penis. The 3 of us played Rock Paper Scissors to determine who would finish him off. We took turns sucking his cock, and by the time he was ready to burst, we had driven him nearly berserk. Afterward, Tyler said that it was OK, despite the fact that we had driven him nearly to the point of begging to come, and stated that he much preferred tying us girls up. I thought it was a lot of fun seeing Tyler squirm and hearing his groans. During August, we tied up most of the guys, at least once, and gave them our "special treatment." Most of them got to like our little TUGs.
Finally, my parents had 2 of their famous pool parties; one on a Saturday afternoon in July, and the other in the late afternoon and evening on a Saturday in early August. For the 1st time, I was invited to attend, and serve as co-hostess, with Celeste. I was well read, and Nels knew that I had an interest in majoring in business in college. We had a talk the day before the first pool party. He wanted me to meet some of the leaders of the community and various prominent businessmen. He wanted me to mingle and talk with as many people as I could. He advised me to enter any conversations that I felt comfortable with, but to avoid discussing religion and politics. I would find out a couple months later that this was a kind of test for me. I had already figured out that I, as an only child, was some kind of an heiress to my grandfather's Family Foundation. Besides Nels, grandpa Edmund had 2 sisters. One never married and had no children. His other sister was a widow, with one son who was twice divorced and spent much of his life in and out of jail for robbery and drug sales. Nobody had much hope for him.
About 50 people attended each party. There were probably 20 couples and the rest came as singles. The vast majority seemed to be between 30 and 40years old, with a few maybe in their late 20s. Celeste had a bartender setup in the great room, and a caterer used our kitchen to keep a supply coming of cold finger sandwiches, warm open face sandwiches on little rye rounds and various canapés. Miniature cream puffs and éclairs were served for dessert, as well as cups of cutup fresh fruit. My bedroom in the guest apartment was used as the women's changing room, while the men used the other bedroom. Virtually everyone got into swimsuits and went in the pool. Some men, who perhaps had a little too much to drink, did cannonballs off the diving board at the deep end of the pool. Mostly though, people would toss a beach ball around the shallow end, or get together a game of water polo. I wore one of my more moderate bikinis, but Celeste, Anne, Joan, Eileen and many other women wore sexy string bikinis. They all looked fabulous and I noticed a lot of men ogling them. About half of the men were beginning to show their age and lack of fitness, because they had real beer bellies or the beginnings of that little tire around their waists.
I mingled mostly around the pool, nursing a glass or two of champagne. When I wandered into the great room, I filled up on food. A group of businessmen's wives had settled in the living room and were mostly gossiping, so I made my visit there brief. I had a great time at both parties, and thought that I held my own. Everyone seemed genuinely friendly and interested in me. I listened a lot, learned a lot, and was able to contribute to conversations involving current events in the news, sports and general business trends and the markets. Many people brought up my modeling career, but I assured them that it was only part time for me, and I was headed for college, after high school. At the first party, I met a fascinating woman, who successfully ran her own, all female, ad agency. We talked about the problems women faced in business, when up against the "old boy network." We talked about my modeling, but any live models she used in her ads tended to be average Joe consumer types. My parents proclaimed both parties huge successes, and told me that everyone seemed impressed with me.
Rough TUG #1 –
After playing 6 consecutive Tuesday-Friday TUGs, with the guys, I began to think that they had become somewhat routine. Don't take me wrong, I loved every minute of every one of our games, but they were a little predictable. When we played, I would often play the role of the innocent damsel in distress (DID), and always struggled against my bonds, but never really resisted. I began to think of ways to spice up our games and put a little variety in them. I loved making out to the point where I couldn't catch my breath. I loved being felt up. Not just my breasts, but hands feeling and caressing me all over my body. I loved being blindfolded. The anticipation of not knowing where I would be touched or what would happen next made our games more exciting for me. I couldn't deny that being spanked and having clothespins or those little Radio Shack clamps on my nipples didn't turn me on. I loved being tied up in various positions and helplessly struggling. I thought about all the different ways and positions that Lindsay and I had tied each other up at her cottage. With my light olive skin and a decent suntan, I didn't bruise easily. I remembered the firm, and perhaps rough, way that my cousins, James and John, handled Lindsay and me, during our TUG in the woods, and, of course, the way Lindsay controlled and dominated me , both while we played in her cottage, and during and after the TUG game, when I was tied and forced to suck off my cousins. I loved sucking off the guys, while tied up, and absolutely loved it when the guys made me come, whether it was fast or a long teasing buildup.
With all that in mind, I began to fantasize about games that would be different and a little more exciting. I made lists of positions and locations, where the guys could tie me up, utilizing the equipment and furniture that was available around the guest apartment and pool area. I created 2 little story like scenarios for new TUG games that 2 guys could play with me. I didn't write a script, but rather a broad outline, with general suggestions of what I wanted the guys to do with me. I wanted to be captured and made it clear that I wanted them to use their imaginations to dominate and firmly (roughly) control me, and force me to do what they wanted. I wasn't at all afraid, because I knew the guys would follow the rules. None of them wanted to be blacklisted like Matt. I printed out 2 copies of the ideas I had, for my 1st new TUG. Everyone had arrived by about 1"00 PM on Tuesday, July 20. The plan had been that the guys would first take the girls to the woods to play with them. Since everyone was coming to my house, I felt that I had the right to change the plans. I Anneounced my new plan, saying that I choose Rob and Tyler to play with me here. I told them that we would be playing only in the great room, and that when you come back from the woods, you can use either of the bedrooms. I had packed everything my guys would need, including 2 pairs of my wadded up panties to gag me with. I wore just a little makeup and my old Glee Club outfit from 8th grade, which consisted of heels, a slightly snug above the knee black skirt and a short sleeved white buttoned blouse. I had the blouse buttoned all the way up, and wore a little ruffled scarf around my neck.
After the other guys had selected their equipment, tied up Lisa and Rhonda, and headed off to the woods with them, I told Rob and Tyler to follow me. I took them on a little tour of the downstairs, saying that you'll have to capture me to play with me. I showed them the kitchen, pantry, dining room, front hall coat closets, living room, library, office, linen closets and the His and Hers bathrooms. We went into the office and sat down. I handed each guy one of my suggestion sheets to read. When they had finished reading, I asked if they had any questions. There were none, so I said, "Let's play!" I told them that they would find everything they needed in a paper bag on the island countertop. "Make your plans," I said, "But give me at least 10 minutes to hide, before you come and capture me and take me to the great room." After I was sure they went into the guest apartment, I calmly walked across the hall into the library. I left the door ajar and sat down in a chair, with my back to the door, crossed my legs and began reading a magazine. It may have been 15-20 minutes, before I heard one of them say, "Let's start in the kitchen." A while later I heard them banging the doors of the front hall coat closets. As they walked down the side hall past the library Tyler said, "There's no place to hide in these rooms." "She's probably in one of the bathroom stalls." A few minutes later, I heard the library door opening.
They were all over me, taking me to the ground on my stomach. One of them had grabbed one of my arms and wrenched it behind my back, but I had my other arm under my stomach. The other guy forced my wadded panties into my mouth, while I was yelling at them to let me go. He tied a scarf between my lips and knotted it behind my head. When Rob finished gagging me, he got my other arm out from under me, and they tied my wrists together. I kicked and squirmed all over the floor, but the 2 of them were too much for me. They got me on my feet, and marched me out of the library, down the hall, around the corner, and down the other hall and into the great room of the guest apartment. All the while, they pulled my bound arms upwards somewhat, making me walk bent over. Tyler said, "We can have some fun with her in here," and Rob replied, "Yeah, and we'll make her suck us off!" I was glad to hear that they had gotten into their roles.
Rob held my arms tightly, from behind, while Tyler felt me up and down. He found that my nipples were already taut, and pinched them hard. When he was satisfied, they reversed positions, and Rob felt me up thoroughly and kissed me over my cleaved gagged lips. Tyler pulled my skirt up, and I kicked out at him, pretending to kick him in the balls. This resulted in them tying my ankles together. Then they pulled my skirt all the way up to my waist, and spent some time stroking and caressing my legs, from the front and back. All of a sudden I was down on my knees and my face was pushed into Tyler's bulging jeans. "Are you ready to suck my dick?" Tyler bellowed. I vehemently shook my head, NO! That earned me a couple slaps to my face. They pushed me down, so that my face was on the carpet and my ass in the air. They gave me a fast hard spanking. A few tears dripped from my eyes and I screeched into my gag. I was rolled onto my back, and Rob untied my scarf, while Tyler pulled my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it. My blouse was pushed back and my bra pushed up, exposing my breasts. With one of them on either side of me, they each played with one of my breasts. At first they just kneaded and squeezed them, but then they grasped and pushed my boobs up, holding them tight and causing my tits to bulge outwards. While holding my breasts, they flicked my nipples and then rolled and pinched them. Finally, they sucked my rock hard nipples and grasped them with their teeth and pulled them, until I yelped into my gag.
Rob got me up onto my knees and removed my gag and panties, from my mouth, while Tyler pulled down his jeans and shorts. Rob pulled my wrists up, from behind, forcing my mouth into Tyler's swollen cock. Tyler ordered me to, "Lick it and get it good and wet!" I did, and even licked his balls. Tyler grabbed my head and forced his cock into my mouth, saying, "Now suck it good," as he began fucking my mouth. I was making gurgling and gagging sounds, but loving every minute of it. It was all Tyler. He rammed his cock in and out of my mouth at his own pace. When he let me come up for air, I licked the head of his penis and down the underside of his shaft. When he finally shot his load of cum down my throat, I swallowed it all, but when I cleaned his cock off, I kept a little cum in my mouth. When he pulled out, I was still defiant and spit the remaining cum into Tyler's pubic hair. This got me a couple more slaps to my face. "We've got to get her loosened up some more," Rob exclaimed. My ankles were untied. My heels were removed and my skirt was unfastened.
When they stood me up, my skirt fell to the floor. They held my arms, untied my wrists, unfastened my bra and removed my blouse. When they pulled my arms around in front of me, to slide my bra off my arms, I managed to yank one arm free and punch Rob in the stomach. "Hold this little bitch tight!" He yelled. Eventually they got my bra off and my wrists were again re-tied behind my back. In all the shuffling, I had stepped out of my skirt. Rob bent me over, and Tyler administered another longer, but not quite as hard a spanking to my panty covered bottom, saying, "This is for not swallowing all of my cum, and spitting it on me." When it was over, I was horny as Hell. They sat me down in one of the upholstered easy chairs, spread my legs over the padded arm rests and tied my ankles to the rear legs of the chair. I was wide open and vulnerable, but silently squealed to myself at the anticipation of the vibrators and my 1st orgasm. The wait wasn't long. One vibrator teased and stimulated my breasts and nipples, while the other teased my pussy. They were in no hurry. The vibrator went slowly round and round my pussy, brushing my clit with each circuit. I vowed not to beg, but in less than 10 minutes, I was moaning nearly constantly. My insolence was quickly waning. Rob turned off the vibrator that he was using on my breasts, and shoved it in my gasping mouth, while continuing to play with my tits, with his other hand. This both distracted me and aroused me more. I couldn't help myself, and sucked that vibrator like it was a real cock. Meanwhile, Tyler found that little depression in my panties, indicating the entrance to my love hole, and held it there. He was slowly and steadily bringing me to my ultimate climax. Then,, Rob said, "Don't let her come too quickly!"
While I continued to suck that damn vibrator, Tyler eventually moved his vibrator to my clit. He circled it round and round, driving me crazy, before ramming it home and causing me to erupt with a spectacular orgasm that made me shudder and spasm from head to toe. After a short recovery period, my ankles were untied from the chair legs, and Tyler got me down on my knees. Rob had taken off his shorts and boxers and was standing there, with his stiff cock jutting proudly out. I was completely docile now, and needed no prompting. I enthusiastically licked his cock and balls, sucked him off and swallowed every drop of his come. When that was over, they pushed me to the floor and headed for my bedroom saying, "STAY THERE!" I guessed that they went there to plan their next move. I just curled up on my side and waited.
Perhaps 10 minutes later, they returned and got me up on my feet. I saw that they had been rummaging in my dresser, because Rob carried a handful of my clean panties. While Tyler held me, Rob stuffed one pair of panties deep into each of my cheeks, and a 3rd pair of panties was stuffed straight into my mouth. My face bulged like a chipmunk, with a mouth full of nuts. A scarf cleave gag was tied between my lips, holding everything in. Tyler questioned me. "You're going to cooperate with us now, aren't you Christine?" I nodded my head, yes. "You like to be spanked, don't you?" I nodded, yes. "And you like to have clamps on your nipples, don't you Christine?" I nodded my head, yes. It was all true. How could I deny it? They walked me over to the back of a sofa and had me spread my legs. They tied my ankles wide apart to the rear legs of the sofa. While Tyler pinched and pulled on my nipples, Rob deftly attached clothespins to them. The initial pain sunk to the depths of my belly, but within a few moments, my pussy began to tingle. They fished around in the duffle bag for a long piece of rope. The center of the rope was slid between my back and my bound arms, right up to my armpits. Each of them took an end of the rope and pulled it down, making me bend over the back of the sofa at the waist, and tied their ends to the front legs of the sofa. I was bound and gagged, wearing only panties, and bent over a sofa, with my butt sticking up in the air.
With one of them standing on either side of my vulnerable ass, each of them softly ran one hand over one of my ass cheeks. I was totally unprepared, when the 1st WHACK stung my left butt cheek. His hand was quickly replaced and soothingly caressed my sore buttock. I closed my eyes and hung my head, not knowing how long this would last. It was probably 15-30 seconds between each WHACK, and after each one, they gently caressed the spot they had just hit. It was a frustrating and stimulating ordeal and my pussy throbbed and tingled. When I felt a vibrator against my pussy, I knew it was over and raised my head and looked up. GOD! There was Lisa, Rhonda and the 4 guys, who had come in from the woods and were watching me. How long had they been standing there? They saw me in this all new vulnerable position. I'm sure they saw part of my spanking, and were now watching, as my pussy was being vibrated from behind. From the lingering pain in my ass and the burning desire that I felt in my pussy, I wasn't sure if my pussy juices weren't running down my legs. All it took was for one of them to run a vibrator around my pussy, for a few minutes, and press it against the entrance to my love hole. I screamed into my gag and sucked air through my nose, as the orgasm struck me by surprise, without any buildup. No longer did I feel the residual pain, from my recent spanking, or from the clothespins on my nipples. My brain was flooded with sensations of pleasure, coming straight from my pussy, and radiating throughout the rest of my body.
My ecstatic trance lasted only moments, because a vibrator was again running up and down my pussy slit. This time I felt my orgasm immediately building. My breathing grew more rapid, and I panted and moaned, as the vibrator took me to new heights of pleasure and desperation. I was a little light headed and dizzy, but didn't know if that was because of my need to come or from my head being bent over so long. I groaned and shook, when the climax surged through my body. I collapsed onto the back of the sofa. I had no recollection of the clothespins being taken off my nipples or my ankles being untied. I next remembered them releasing the rope that held me bent over, and Rob removing my gag. He urged me down onto my knees and let me rest on my haunches, until I calmed down and my breathing was normal.
Tyler stepped in front of me, with his boxers down, ready for me to give him a BJ. And, I did just that. I gave him a long slow teasing blowjob, up to the point where he was getting close to shooting his load. Then, he grabbed my head and pounded my mouth, until his cum spurted down my throat. I made sure to swallow it all and not spit any cum out on him. Rob had cleared off the few things from the huge 4' X 6' coffee table that sat in the center of the furniture grouping. They grabbed my bound arms and took me to the coffee table and helped me crawl onto it. They laid me down on my belly and dragged me, until my shoulders were slightly over one end and my head hung over the edge. My legs were spread and my ankles fastened somewhere under the table. They, also, wrapped the long rope several times over my waist and under the table, further holding me down. Tyler spoke up, "Since you like to be spanked so much, Christine, we have one more for you." "AND, we want you to count each smack aloud!" "If you miss one, we'll start all over." This was to be my 4th spanking of the afternoon and my perky ass was just waiting for them to wallop it. "OWWWW 1," I counted, "OWWW 2, OWW 3, OW 4, 5, 6, ……….17, 18, 19, 20." And it was over. Rob knelt naked in front of me. He grasped my ponytail and pulled my head up and back. I guess my mouth was agape, because I was surprised when he shoved his cock all the way in. He withdrew and let me lick him all over, before resuming my mouth fucking. My back was arched and my head and shoulders were held off the coffee table. I couldn't do anything, while his dick slammed in and out of my mouth, but hang on and suck. He let me come up for air a few times, but kept the head in my mouth. As I gasped to catch my breath, my drool ran down his shaft. Eventually Rob came and shot all his cum straight down my throat.
I heard music coming from the sound system. Tyler played one of my slow dance CDs. I was untied, except for my wrists, and led out to the center of the room. The guys were going to dance with me and makeout, which was something that we really hadn't done all afternoon. The guys were wearing only their boxers and took turns dancing one song with me. We just stood in place and gently swayed to the music. Either they would hold me by my hips or ass, so that our lower bodies rubbed, while we made out, or they would wrap their arms around my back and crush my tits against their chests, while we did some serious kissing and tongue action, or we would just sway inches apart, while they caressed my body and played with my breasts and nipples. When they held me close to them, I felt their growing erections press against my belly. I was lost in my own dream world, going from one to the other, responding to every touch and kiss, and getting more and more turned on. After the 7th or 8th song, Rob ordered me down on my knees. "Use your teeth, Christine, to pull down my boxers and then suck me off." I was surprised for a moment, but thought it would be kinda sexy and fun. I looked around and saw Tyler getting dressed. The clock on the wall showed a few minutes past 4:00 PM! GOD! The afternoon had gone by so quickly. Lisa, Rhonda and the 4 other guys were all dressed and sitting quietly on the furniture, watching. They had seen me bent over the sofa earlier, and I wondered if they had peeked out to see what else my guys did with me. Tyler was going home with some of the other guys and their ride would be waiting for them. However, Rob only had a short walk home.
Lisa spoke up and said, "You go ahead, Christine, and finish Rob off." "We'll see the guys out." I grabbed the waistband of Rob's boxers on one side, with my teeth, and pulled it down as far as I could. I did the same on the other side, and the waistband was hung up on his protruding erection. From the front, I grasped the waistband in my teeth and pulled it out and over his stiff cock. Rob turned around and 2 pulls got his boxers down past his firm tight ass. One more pull in front, to clear his balls, and I commenced sucking him off. Sometime during all that, I heard Lisa and Rhonda come back in. After Rob had come, and I licked him clean and swallowed his cum, Lisa said, "You can just leave Christine there and we'll take care of her!" What did that mean? I sat on the floor in my panties, with my wrists still bound, until Rob had dressed and left, and the girls came back in. The first thing Lisa said was, "I'll bet Christine is really wet and would love to come!" It was true. Lisa shoved me on my back and pulled off my panties. She got one of my vibrators, turned it to low and rammed it in my pussy saying, "We want to hear the details of everything that happened in here this afternoon!"
"You'll find 2 sheets of paper on the desk in the office," I replied. Lisa left to get my outlines and suggestions, that I showed the guys, and said to Rhonda, "Keep her busy!" Rhonda slowly fucked me with the vibrator, until Lisa returned. She just left the vibrator buzzing inside me, while they read the papers. "Now tell us everything the guys did to you," Lisa commanded, and commenced fucking me slowly, with my vibrator. I would have told them everything, anyway, but I spurted it all out, while my orgasm eluded me. When I finished and answered their few questions, Lisa, finally, finished me off. I was untied and got dressed. After the girls left, I couldn't stop thinking about the great time I had that afternoon. It was the best TUG ever! The word would spread quickly, among our group of girls and guys, but I didn't care. I could hardly wait to try my next TUG.
Rough TUG #2 –
On the following Friday, Ashley, Beth and 6 guys showed up to play. I had told the girls that if there was anything they wanted to try, or have the guys do to them, to put it in a note or tell them. Also, Rob was among the 6 guys there, and he had the experience of last Tuesday's TUG with me. I was going to let them play anywhere they wanted in the guest apartment. Before I tell you what happened to me, there are 3 things that need to be explained.
3. Rubber bands. When I talked to Lindsay, at the end of June, and found out about my cousins putting rubber bands around her tits, I decided that would be something to try. However, Lindsay only knew the rubber bands were about 1/2" wide, but didn't know what size they were. The next time I was at the mall, I went off by myself to an office supply store. What I found were rubber bands in packages of 25, but they gave no measurement size. Instead the rubber bands were just labeled by a number, like #3, #5, or #7. I bought 3 different sized packages. I did some research and found out that it was dangerous to leave them on long enough for my tits to start to turn purple or blue, because permanent internal damage could occur. After much practice, at night in my room, I found a size that I could wear for about an hour. Though a little painful at first, the appearance of my breasts and the stimulating sensations far outweighed the minor discomfort.
I wore an old short sleeved dress shirt, with tails, that I wore in formal 8th grade Glee Club performances. I gathered up the tails and knotted them below my breasts. The only button that was fastened was the one just above the knot, which covered the front closure of my bra. I had on a blue pair of cotton shorts and wore sandals. With everyone assembled in the great room, I announced that I had another new TUG to play, and chose Brandon and Neal to play it with me. I told the others that we would be outside and upstairs in my room, so they could go to the woods or play anywhere in the guest apartment. While the others were deciding what to do, I pointed to a bag on the countertop, and told Brandon and Neal that they would find everything they needed in the bag, plus a note. "You'll have to find me and capture me," I winked and said, "I'll be somewhere outside the house, but not in the woods." "Give me a 10 minute head start."
While they read the note, I slipped out of the guest apartment and exited by the front door. Because I really wanted to play in that limo, I thought my note might be too obvious, but maybe they would check around the yard first, to see if I was hiding in any bushes. They could capture me and take me to the garage. However, I headed straight for the garage. Once inside, I turned on the exhaust fan, so it wouldn't get too hot in there. I positioned myself along the far side of the limo and crouched down next to the left rear wheel. It seemed to take forever, before I heard the garage door open. The first thing Brandon and Neal saw, of course, was the limo, and they had to stop and admire it, but Neal said, "We better check those storage cabinets." I heard the cabinet doors being opened and closed, as they got closer to the limo. All of a sudden, the right rear door of the limo open, and I froze. "She's not in here," Brandon said. While they resumed checking the few remaining cabinets, I crept around to the rear of the limo. "There she is!" Neal shouted. I got up and ran for the garage door. They overtook me, before I got halfway there. I fought and flailed and kicked, not really trying to connect, but they quickly overpowered me.
Brandon held my arms behind my back, while Neal unknotted my shirt and unfastened the one button. He undid the front clasp to my bra and pushed everything over my shoulders. My shirt and bra were easily peeled off my arms and my wrists were tied behind my back. I was gagged with 2 pairs of my panties, held in by a scarf cleave gag. Right there in the middle of the garage floor, they bent me over and gave me a stern spanking, which got my attention. These guys weren't fooling around. They manhandled me over to the shelving units and tied a rope around my waist, securing me to one of the heavy supporting uprights. My shorts were unfastened and allowed to drop down around my ankles. Brandon fished in the bag and brought out 2 clothespins and 2 of my vibrators. While Dean pulled on my nipples, Brandon affixed the clothespins to them. I was just getting used to the initial pain from the clothespins, when each of them powered up one of my vibrators. Brandon exclaimed, "This will take the fight out of her," as they began to work me over with my vibrators. They ran them everywhere, except over my pussy. When Dean touched a vibrator to one of the clothespins, I groaned, from the eerie pain/pleasure combination shooting straight to my pussy. Within 10 minutes, they had me moaning constantly, and no vibrator had yet touched my pussy. When one did, it caught me off guard and I actually lurched away. They took turns teasing my slit for at least 15 minutes, until my pussy was on fire and I was begging them, into my gag, to let me come. Mercifully, Brandon held a vibrator to my clit, until I came. I sagged against the shelving unit. In the midst of my orgasm, they plucked the clothespins off my nipples, causing more intense spasms to ripple through my body.
They took off my sandals and had me step out of my shorts, before untying the waist rope that held me to the shelving unit. I was half dragged out in the center of the garage floor and positioned under one of the garage door tracks. Another rope was tied around my wrists and thrown over the track. They pulled on the rope, raising my bound arms and causing me to bend over. When they had pulled the rope far enough, so that my upper body was parallel to the floor, they tied it off. With my boobs hanging down, it was then that they snapped a rubber band around the base of each of my breasts. From behind me, one of them pulled each edge of my panties, until it slipped into my butt crack, baring my ass cheeks. As their hands slowly roamed over my naked butt cheeks, there was some back and forth conversation about how many whacks I deserved to get. They finally settled on 30, though I think the talk was meant mostly for me. I steeled myself for the blows. They were slow, sharp and rhythmical. They counted each smack out loud. When they finished, my ass really burned. It was a good thing that I was gagged, because our friends might have heard my initial screams all the way in the house. Although I couldn't see my butt, I was sure it was glowing bright red. One of them pulled on the waistband of my panties and it popped out of my crack. The triangle part of my panties in back covered about 1/2 of my butt, and the elastic at the edge of the leg holes chaffed my tender ass.
While Dean held me still, with one hand holding my hair and the other my bound wrists, Brandon rammed a vibrator against my pussy. I was so turned on, from the last orgasm, they gave me, and the just completed spanking, that I couldn't stop whimpering into my gag, "YES, YES, YES, OH GOD YES," until I came. I hung my head, closed my eyes and swayed by the rope holding my arms up, while I savored the delicious tremors that pulsed throughout my body. I hung there for several minutes, while the guys moved away to confer. When they returned, my arms were released, but my wrists remained tied behind my back. They pushed me down on my knees and removed my gag. As Brandon and Neal crowded side-by-side in front of me, they dropped their jeans and underwear. Brandon hollered, "SUCK BOTH OF US OFF!" My head was twisted to the left and Dean's cock was shoved into my mouth. "LICK IT," he yelled. Brandon twisted my head to the right and his cock was shoved into my mouth. "LICK IT AND SUCK IT," he bellowed. Back and forth I went sucking one dick and then the other. I had a chance to take a deep breath everytime they switched. Although it truly was a turn on, I made the gurgling and gagging sounds of someone being forced, rather than moan those little sounds of pleasure and encouragement. Dean gasped, "I'm gonna blow." His last few thrusts went as deep into my throat as he could, and he spurted his cum. After swallowing it and licking him clean, it took me about another 5 minutes to finish off Brandon.
With their cocks tucked back in their pants, Brandon and Neal took me over to the shelving units. It was my 1st chance, as well as theirs, to have a good look at my boobs, while I was upright. The rosy red orbs wiggled as I walked. I'd like to report that they swelled up like melons, but realistically they were probably the size of a medium orange. They were near perfect globes, with my nipples popping out from the center. At the shelving unit my wrists were untied and I was pushed against one of the upright supporting posts. My arms were stretched outward and upward, and each wrist was tied to the top of the next upright supporting post 4' away. My back was arched a little and my chest thrust out, which only made my tits stick out more invitingly. Brandon and Dean each took one of my tits and played with it for a long time. They, of course kneaded and squeezed them, but also took great delight in jiggling and bouncing them around. By them my titties were really sensitive and turning more red. Each touch brought a little pain, but along with that, little tingling sensations erupted in my pussy. They banged my boobs together a few times, and then alternately slapped them from the side and below. When Brandon took my left nipple in his mouth, I thought I might come and scrunched my legs together. They took turns sucking my nipples, drawing them out into long tubular peaks, and I moaned the entire time.
When I was released from the shelving unit, I thought we would go play in the limo. Instead, Brandon lifted me up onto the workbench. My wrists were tied in front of me and they stretched me out on my back. My arms were pulled up over my head and secured to something below the workbench's surface. My ankles were similarly tied together and secured. Neal started teasing me, between my legs and over my pussy, with a vibrator set on low. Brandon, again, sucked my nipples, to get them as long as he could, and grabbed a pair of pliers from the wall over the workbench. He menacingly got one nipple between the jaws of the pliers and squeezed, until I yelped. He continued with each nipple, first holding the pliers upright, pinching one way, and turned the pliers 90 degrees, and did it again. Then, he held the pliers horizontally and repeated the process. I had a little pattern from the jaws of the pliers on each nipple. Although the pain, from the pliers, was no worse than a clothespin, that pain combined with what Dean was doing to me with the vibrator, was driving me crazy. Brandon took another clamp like tool down. He held it next to one of my nipples and was adjusting a thumbscrew at the end of one of its handles. I read on the side "Vise Grip." Now I was getting a little scared, thinking he was going too far. He held it over my nipple and began to squeeze. I felt the jaws closing over my tender sensitive bud. Then it clicked and my nipple was firmly clamped in the Vise Grip. He pulled my nipple around, every which way, making my tittie follow along, and then released the clamp. Before he finished with me, he used the Vise Grip on my other nipple.
Brandon asked Neal if he was ready. The vibrator was turned up to a medium setting and shoved against my clit. Brian swiftly ripped the rubber bands from my bright red tits. I actually had a little orgasm, when the pain from the restored bloodflow surging into my breasts hit me. They left me tied to the workbench, while they went to checkout the limo. My tits were deflated. I watched the color drain out of them and return to normal. The marks from the pliers quickly disappeared. I badly needed another orgasm, but could only lay there and wait. The guys left both rear doors of the limo wide open and returned wearing only their underwear. Brandon asked me if I was OK, and I nodded my head, yes. Then he asked, "Are you going to suck both of us off in there?" I smiled and enthusiastically said, "YES!" They released me from the workbench and gave me a few minutes to stretch and rub my limbs. When I felt that I was ready, I crossed my wrists behind my back, and they were tied. Immediately, I was pushed into the limo. I was on my back, sprawled across the black leather bench seat, and Neal was on top of me. One of my legs was up over the back of the seat, and my other leg was spread and resting on the floor. We made out like passion starved 15 year olds. It was wet and sloppy, with tongues constantly probing each other's mouths. I felt Dean's erection pressing into my belly, and I was hot and horny myself.
All of a sudden, I was dragged to the floor. The thick red carpet felt luxurious on my back. Brandon was on top of me. We made out in that soft slow way. Our heads were tilted and our lips meshed. We shared those soft moist open mouth kisses, that went on and on, with occasional probing of our tongues. I couldn't catch my breath and was lost in Brandon's kisses. He stopped too soon, but he knelt between my legs and wielded my 7" penis vibrator. There was no teasing this time. He purposely worked my pussy, with the vibrator on high, and quickly had me moaning and bucking there on the floor of the limo. I came with a huge groan and shudder. My whole body convulsed, until my orgasm had run its course. Brandon got me up on my knees. Neal had pulled off his boxers and was sitting on the bench seat, with his legs spread and his stiff cock sticking straight up. I crawled on my knees between his legs and went down on him. I asked Neal to scoot his butt forward, to the edge of the seat, and to lean back. This gave me a much better angle for licking his balls and sucking him off. When his cum exploded into my mouth, I was very careful not to spill a drop of cum on the interior of the limo. Both guys let me control the pace of their BJs, rather than forcefully fucking my mouth. After Dean came, I crawled on my knees over to Brandon, who was waiting along the side bench seat. I gave him a long slow teasing blowjob, that had him groaning and gasping until he spurted his load of cum.
They helped me out of the back of the limo, and the guys got dressed, while they discussed the best way to get me in the house and up to my room. It was an open walk of about 15', from the garage side door to the kitchen door of the house. Neal helped me into my sandals and Brandon threw my shirt over my shoulders, with my wrists still tied behind my back. He buttoned the shirt top to bottom, in front. The short sleeves just flapped about empty, but the tails of the shirt covered my panties, front and back, despite the cutout on both sides of the shirt. Brandon shut off the exhaust fan. Neal carried the bag of equipment, plus my shorts and bra. We walked to the side garage door and Brandon peeked out. No one had come inside our wall, and only a few cars were going by out on the street. The guys screened me, as we walked the 15' and into the kitchen. We walked through the kitchen, down the hall past the dining room and the door to the guest apartment. As we passed, I only heard muted noises coming from within. We reached the central stairway and climbed the stairs to my room. As I watched, the guys stripped down to their underwear. They helped me out of my sandals, and unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. They helped me onto my king size bed, and arranged me, on my back, with my head at the foot of the bed. They plopped down on either side of me, pinning me between them.
What followed was a dizzying makeout session, designed, I suspected, to get us all turned on again. First, I was rolled left, onto my side, and Brandon, also on his side, made out with me, while he played and teased my nipples. I rolled the other way and Neal and I similarly made out, with my breasts and nipples getting a thorough workout. Next, Brandon was partly on top of me, using one leg to pin my legs, and his chest squashed mine. The kisses grew deeper and longer. When he was finished, I was shoved back down on my back, and Neal got on top of me. As we kissed and plunged our tongues in each other's mouths, he maneuvered his hands between us to roll and pinch my nipples. Finally, I got rolled on top of Brandon's and Neal's chests. Since I was on top, I kissed them as I pleased, but their hands freely roamed over my body, especially squeezing my ass and rubbing those oh so sensitive areas of my flesh on my inner thighs. When they had finished, I was pulled further down the bed, so that my head hung down over the edge and rested against the side of my mattress. In one of my sillier creative moments, I had come up with this notion of doing upside down blowjobs on the guys, but had no idea if it would work. My ankles were tied, with my legs spread open, to the side rails of the bed.
Neal went first. After he pulled down his boxers, he knelt in front of my face and easily shoved his dick all the way into my open waiting mouth. Because of the angle of my head, their cocks had a perfectly straight path into my throat. After their initial penetration into my mouth, I was told to lick their cocks and balls thoroughly, before each of them resumed ravaging my mouth. It was certainly different doing upside down BJs. As they plunged their dicks in and out of my mouth, their still sagging scrotum and balls would occasionally bump into my nose. I was not able to use my tongue along the more sensitive vein and glans on the other side of their shafts, however, they let me lick and swirl my tongue, around the heads of their cocks, more often. While I was sucking one of them off, the other one relentlessly kept my pussy stimulated, using my vibrator on the low setting. I'm sure that my constant mmmmmming and moaning was a combination of what was happening between my legs and the delicious pleasure I was getting from sucking them off. As they grew more excited, their scrotums tightened and their balls swelled. I noticed that just before they shot their wads, their scrotums and balls had shriveled and wrinkled to about half their normal size. Most of their cum went straight down my throat, and I was able to swallow it easily. The remaining cum that spurted out at the end, pooled in the roof of my mouth. It was hard not gagging, while licking them off, but as soon as their dicks were out of my mouth, I turned my head to the side and raised it a little, in order to swallow the rest. After Brandon had finished, the vibrator was turned to high and I was treated to 2 astounding back-to-back orgasms.
My ankles were untied and I was up on my feet. They helped me get into my sandals and shorts. Brandon thought it would be cool to take me downstairs with the rubber bands on my boobs. They bent me over and Neal snapped a rubber band around the base of each of my tits. My wrists were untied momentarily, while they slipped my arms into the shirtsleeves, and then re-tied behind my back. When the shirt was buttoned, my boobs were pushed together and my nipples were already starting to show. It wouldn't fool anyone. I didn't look anything like the natural me in a bra and shirt. We paraded out of my room, down the hall and back stairs, out on the pool deck, and entered the guest apartment. Every step I took made my shirt fabric rub my nipples, and they really stood out. Ashley was doing a blowjob, and Beth and her 2 guys were apparently in one of the bedrooms. The 3 of us sat down on a sofa and waited. When Ashley finished, she was untied, and she and her 2 guys busied themselves by getting dressed. However, when Beth emerged dressed from the bedroom, she immediately noticed me. She walked over and said, "What's going on under your shirt?" Everybody stared at me then. Brandon got me up on my feet and unbuttoned my shirt, allowing everyone to get a close look at my bulging bright pink globes. Each one of them took a turn poking and squeezing my jiggling tits.
After the rubber bands were removed and my wrists were untied, I re-buttoned my shirt without a bra, and said goodbye to all the guys. Beth and Ashley hung around to learn about the rubber bands. I hauled out the 3 different size packages of rubber bands that I had bought. I cautioned them about leaving them on too long. Ashley took a pair of the same size that I had used, but with Beth's big boobs, I gave her a pair of 2 different sizes to try, while I was gone.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lisa came over the next morning, Saturday, mostly to decide on what we would pack, but she also played around with the rubber bands a little and took a pair home. On Sunday morning, July25, 1999, Anne, Chuck, Lisa, Nels, Celeste and I flew out of LAX to Denver, Colorado. There, our parents each rented a car. After about an hour's drive, Lisa and I were dropped off and checked into baseball camp. Our parents went on to vacation at Estes Park, Colorado, and would pick us up at the end of the week.
This was an all girls training camp. It was more advanced than the one we went to earlier that summer, and Lisa and I were among a small handful of girls, who hadn't played high school ball. There were 30 girls there, with 10 pitchers, 4 catchers, and the others played in the outfield and infield. We had batting practice and fielding practice every morning, plus some instructional time, and there was always a fresh pitcher for batting practice. In the afternoon, we divided into 2 teams and played an extended 9 inning game, with 3 different pitchers going 3 innings each. The teams were mixed up everyday, and sometimes a player was switched to the other team right in the middle of the game. We played 2 games on our final Saturday. Our parents came back in time to see the afternoon game. After we packed, said goodbye to the girls and checked out, we drove to Denver. It never mattered which team won any of the games, but I was given a stat sheet of my performance. For the 7 games, I batted .635 and had NO errors in 37 chances at 2nd base. That night we stayed at a hotel, near the airport, and had a nice dinner out. We flew back to Los Angeles the next morning. After getting home and unpacking, I went over to Lisa's for an hour to practice our cheerleading moves, because cheerleader tryouts were the next day!
CONTINUED –
|
|
|