My Sexual Evolution

My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 7 – A California Canyon Wildfire -

Monday, August 30, 1999, was my first day of high school. Our school was probably fairly typical in its educational and sports setup. Every morning, we had a home room, followed by 3 periods of classes. There were 2 lunch periods, followed by 3 more periods of classes. I took English, Algebra, Biology, Spanish, PE and Pop Glee Club. The freshmen and sophomores ate together during the 1st lunch period and the juniors and seniors ate during the 2nd lunch period. We had a study hall during the 2nd lunch period. Janice had given Lisa, Ashley and me a tour of the school one day after cheerleader practice. Our freshmen lockers were up on the 3rd floor. We found out where the various classrooms were located, including the science and music wings. A really cool perk, that we got, was in the lunchroom. Along the front of the lunchroom were tables reserved for the football team and the cheerleaders. The 5 sophomore cheerleaders had their own table, and Lisa, Ashley and I, as freshmen cheerleaders, got our own table right in the front center of the lunchroom, where we could invite our friends to sit. The freshmen football players sat together at tables next to us, and the sophomore football players sat together at tables next to the sophomore cheerleaders.

There was the excitement of the first day of school, seeing old friends and meeting new ones, but there was a little buzz around the freshmen lockers, and in the lunchroom, about the website. I couldn't wait to get home and discover what Nels had found out. When I got home from school, I did what little homework I had, and waited for my Dad to get home. He was late getting home and we sat right down to dinner, as soon as he arrived. It was excruciating for me, when Nels drew out a story, because he knew I was anxious, and he had to eat and enjoy his dinner. The condensed version was that my modeling agency released the 2 cheerleader photos that we wanted to use for autographs. However, the boutique would NOT release the 3 photos that they used on the website of me in a bikini. Instead, they would release the next best image of the same 3 photos. I learned that photos in the studio had gone digital. Of course all of this took place in the morning, but after lunch Nels had received the 5 photos on his office computer via email. Nels, knowing that I wanted to print multiple copies of each photo, to autograph, called his good friend Charles, Lisa's father, who owned a graphic arts and printing business. So, Nels emailed the photos to Charles, who said he could print as many as we wanted in small quantities. Charles was going to print a few of each of the 5 photos and bring them home from work. Nels also emailed the 5 photos here, to his home office computer, so that we could all see them after dinner.

Of course, I called Lisa, and she would be over as soon as she could. After dinner, my parents and I viewed my photos on the office computer, and they really looked good. The 3 "next best" shots of me in a bikini were in a pose nearly identical to the ones on the website. When Lisa arrived she had ten 8" X 10" photos of each of the 5 pictures. They looked GREAT! Other than the 3 slightly different bikini poses, they all looked as good as the ones I had received. We had 50 photos to start with, plus the ones I had already received. We also knew about how much it would cost us per photo, in various quantities, and discussed, with my parents, the merits of charging $5.00 for my autograph. Movie, TV, music and sports stars, who make $millions, send out autographed pictures of themselves, but they are signed by someone else. The same stars might scrawl their autographs in autograph books, or on napkins and other scraps of paper, but they are rarely personalized. Considering that kids would get a high quality color photo and a personalized autograph, we thought that $5.00 was fair. I had decided to sign the photos to my girlfriends and boyfriends – "To XXX Love, Christine," and those to everyone else – "To XXX, Christine." I spent part of that night autographing photos, from my original 36, to give to my girlfriends and boyfriends, and slipped an autographed photo into the envelopes of the cheerleader's pictures. After that, I had 11 left.

At school the next morning, I went around the freshmen halls distributing the photos that I was giving away, while Lisa roamed around promoting them. By the time we met at lunch, Lisa had a list of names and told me to start autographing. At the next table, the cheerleaders were squealing over their pictures, and we all drew a lot of attention in the lunchroom. I couldn't believe it. Lisa kept one of each of the 5 photos, as samples, and we sold all the other pictures we had left. Lisa told people that there would be plenty more tomorrow. She couldn't believe it either, and after lunch called her father to order more. This went on for the next 2 days. Lisa took orders from her 5 samples and we sold more at lunch each day, selling 70-75 each day. On Friday, I got the shock of my life

We have a free weekly school newspaper, put out by Journalism students, with a faculty sponsor. Stacks of them are waiting to pickup a copy, when you enter the school on Friday mornings. The kids read them in homeroom and most get thrown away. What shocked me were 3 ads in that paper. The Hollywood boutique had a 1/4 page ad listing their location, phone number and email address. They listed the types of Teen Wear they carried, and had 2 pictures of me, as their "featured model." Perhaps at your high school, around graduation time, your parents put an ad and picture of their son or daughter in the school newspaper or yearbook, "congratulating" and honoring them. The 2nd ad was like that. My modeling agency had an ad, along with a picture of me in my cheerleader's outfit, congratulating me for becoming a Cardinal's cheerleader. It was the 3rd ad that really shocked me. Sneaky Lisa had gotten her father to create an ad, with my picture, advertising autographed photos of the Cardinal's new cheerleader and featured "supermodel," Christine, for $5.00 each! As a result of those 3 ads, word of my new "supermodel" status spread through the school like a "California Canyon Wildfire!"

Kids stopped me in the halls to say, "HEY", or waved and smiled. By lunchtime, our table had kids standing around it 3 deep. I was overwhelmed. It was all I could do to eat my lunch, with my left hand, and autograph photos, with my right. Ashley and our other girlfriends were there to maintain some order. We had the 5 photos numbered, like ordering a #4 special, at a diner, and I knew which was which. Lisa always seemed to have a list for me. She would write down the 1st name of the person buying the autographed photo, plus the number (#1-#5) of the photo that person wanted. On that Friday of the 1st week of school, I stayed a little late finishing Lisa's latest list and selling maybe another 25 autographs on the spot. It was a good thing, for me that Labor Day weekend was upon us. Nels, Celeste and I left for San Diego about 2 hours, after I got home from school. We stayed with friends of my parents, ate out a lot, and did the touristy things. I especially enjoyed the hours we spent at the San Diego Zoo. It was spectacular!

When I went back to school on Tuesday, November 7, the California Canyon Wildfire was still roiling. The Captain of the varsity cheerleaders found Lisa and me near our 3rd floor lockers, and invited us to sit at their table 2nd lunch period, to sell autographed photos to juniors and seniors. Besides selling autographed photos Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, during our regular lunch period, we also sold them on those days at the varsity cheerleader's table, during 2nd lunch period. We had to ditch our study hall by signing a little slip admitting us to the library, and then sneaking out the back door of the library. Lisa and I got to meet the 8 varsity cheerleaders, and I gave each of them an autographed photo. Sales finally slowed down on Thursday, and we sold only about 25 on Friday. I lost count of the number of guys, who hit on me, but their pickup lines were pretty feeble, and I politely declined them all. Friday, November 10, was the start of our football season, and I'll get to that in just a few paragraphs. We sold a trickle of photos the following week. After Friday, we had less than 25 left, and called it quits. I gave away the rest, unsigned.

For about 2 weeks, I was swept up in the center of this maelstrom of popularity, student excitement and school pride. It was as if this school never had a student with a little bit of public notoriety. Everyone seemed to think that I would become the next supermodel, and they would see me on the cover of Seventeen Magazine someday soon. The truth was that I was just a common commercial model, and had no aspirations of being a supermodel. Fame is fleeting, and this was California. The rule was to ride the wave of success, even though it was within only one high school, and let it take me wherever it would. Lisa and I sold over 900 autographed photos @ $5.00 each. After expenses, Lisa and I split the profits of around $3000.00! That would buy a lot of clothes.

I have to back up a bit here, to the Tuesday after Labor Day. There were announcements in home room that petitions could be taken out for class officer elections. The rules were that freshmen girls could run for class President and Secretary, and guys could run for Vice President and Treasurer. The male-female eligibility would switch every year, so that a girl could only run for President in her freshmen and junior years, and so on. Each candidate had to get a minimum of 25 signatures on their petitions, but the petition form had room for 100 signatures. I picked up a petition to run for freshmen class President. Because Lisa was busy selling photos with me, Ashley became my campaign manager. Lisa had her father make campaign posters out of one of my cheerleader photos, and printed at the bottom – "ELECT CHRISTINE FOR FRESHMEN CLASS PRESIDENT." Ashley sat at our lunch table, while Lisa and I sold photos, and easily collected 100 signatures in one day. When the posters were ready, Ashley plastered them above the lockers throughout the freshmen halls. It turned out that I ran unopposed, but had to give a little speech at a freshmen class assembly. The elected freshmen officers would sit on the high school student council, along with the officers of the other classes.

Football Games and Parties -

You might assume that the varsity would play at home, while the JV team played an away game on any given football weekend, but this was not always the case. It somehow worked out though, so that each of our football teams had 5 home games and 5 away games on its schedule. When the varsity played a Friday night home game, we would always attend, and then go to Collins Park afterwards. On the Friday nights that the varsity played an away game, we did not go, but instead had a free Friday night to date. Whether the JV played at home or away, on a Saturday afternoon, there was ALWAYS a party that night at someone's house. The varsity was scheduled to play its 1st game at home on Friday night, November 10, and our JV Cardinals were scheduled to play their 1st game at home on Saturday afternoon, November 11. We wore our cheerleader outfits to school on Friday, and at lunch everyone in the lunch room stood, while we led them in singing the Cardinal fight song. We all went to the Friday night varsity game and sat together cheering our team to victory. It had been arranged that the JV football team and their girlfriends, along with the cheerleaders, and maybe some groupies, would meet at Collins Park, after the varsity game. The varsity football team had their own party, but of course, we were not invited.

Collins Park was maybe a 120 acre City park at the NW corner of town, and was adjacent to some State forestland. The front of the park ran along a paved City street. There were perhaps 20 acres of playgrounds, ball fields and an ample off-street parking lot. The rest of the park was wooded, with marked well maintained hiking trails. However, if you took the old gravel road, for about 1/2 mile, and turned off onto a dirt road, for maybe another 1/2 mile, you wound up at the back of the park. The dirt road opened up into a huge clearing in the middle of the woods. A cement block maintenance building stood along one edge of the clearing. In previous years, this area had been used by Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts for camping and training. I'd guess that 40-50 cars fit in the clearing, with parking for more cars along the dirt road entrance. In the center of the clearing was a fire pit, with sections of tree trunks sitting on end all around the fire pit. A large pile of cutup dead trees sat next to the maintenance building. As long as there wasn't a fire warning, we could have a campfire. Everyone going to Collins Park gathered in the parking lot after the game, to make sure everybody had a ride. I was with Eric that night, and we rode with one of the sophomore players, who had a new girlfriend. Everyone sat and stood around the campfire, talking about the game, for maybe a half hour or so. Some of the guys had brought 6 packs of beer, and another brought a portable player, and tunes were belting out for a little dancing. Eventually Eric and I drifted away from the group and got in the backseat of someone's car.

Eric and I started making out right away. After about 10 minutes, he took my top off and started feeling me up through my bra. Eric probably waited another 10 minutes, before my bra came off.. We were really going at it. I lay splayed on my back, with Eric partially on top of me, kissing me and really doing a number on my bare tits. I was expecting his hand to go under my short skirt at any moment, to play with my pussy, when there was a commotion outside. Our car door was jerked open, and 2 huge football linemen dragged me out. A couple other guys were shouting, "Get all the cheerleaders!" They lined all 8 of us up in front of the campfire. Five of us were topless. The other 3 cheerleaders had worn dresses and they were already off. Two of those girls had their bra and panties still on, but Becky was only wearing her panties. She was one of the 2 cheerleaders, who were going steady, and she was really pissed, because her boyfriend was one of the instigators. They stood by the fire and argued for at least 5 minutes, while everyone else watched. I just stood there gaping, with my arms crossed covering my bare breasts. Becky finally told her steady that if anyone ever pulled a stunt like this again, the cheerleaders would cut everyone off, and she'd probably cut off his balls too! Everyone involved came clean and apologized, and assured the cheerleaders that nothing like this would ever happen again.

However, that didn't end it. Once everyone had calmed down, the football players had all 8 of us cheerleaders, dressed as we were, lead the Cardinals fight song, while everyone sang along. That was our embarrassing sacrifice for school spirit. Apparently the football players had been keeping an eye on us, while we practiced. They had us lineup, with our arms around each other's shoulders, and do our Can-can dance, while the guy with the portable player put on some up tempo marching tune. Everyone got a charge out of our bouncing breasts as we danced. Finally, they had us jitterbug to Glenn Miller's "In The Mood. By then, any embarrassment and inhibitions were gone. Ashley was my partner in this dance, and we really got into the swing, shaking our asses as we danced. Before the song was over, guys started cutting in and tried to do the dance. The song was played again, and I danced with 4 or 5 more guys, but none of Lisa's, Ashley's or my boyfriends cut in to dance. When it was over, I retrieved my bra and top and put them on. I found Eric and realized that the mood had been broken and there wasn't enough time to start over. I grabbed Eric's hand and led him about 50' down one of the hiking trails. I apologized and assured him that I knew nothing about the sophomore's stunt. I kissed him and offered to suck him off right there on the trail, but the mood was broken for him too. I promised him that I would make it up, if he would be with me the next night. Lisa, Ashley and I went home with Janice.

The next day was game day for the JV football team. I actually went to the game with my parents. They found a good seat and I went into our locker room to freshen up. The cheerleaders from the visiting team were there, and we visited with them, until it was time to go out. The marching band sat in one large block, and our cheerleaders had front row seats reserved for us, in front of our band. Unlike the night before, where the stands were packed for the varsity game, our bleachers were only a little over half full for the JV game that afternoon. There were a lot of parents and freshmen and sophomore kids. I didn't know what to expect, but our crowd was enthusiastic and spirited. The teams were on the field doing their pre-game warm-ups and drills. As soon as they left the field for their pre-game locker room pep-talk, we sprinted across the field, formally greeted the opposing cheerleaders, and did our welcome cheer for the visiting team. Next, we lined up in the center of the field and did our dance to our fight song, while our band stood in the stands and played. The PA Announcer introduced our new dance routine, the band played and we did our 4 minute routine of "Dances through the Years." We got a standing ovation, from both team's fans, as we came off the field.

We didn't sit much, during the game. Instead, we stood on the track, between the stands and our team's bench, ready to take a cue from our Captain Janice, to do a cheer. We were ahead 6-0 after the 1st quarter, and did our 2 minute dance routine from the track. It was still 6-0 at halftime. After the teams left the field, our band marched onto the field by the cadence of beating drums. When in position, they played the school fight song, while we danced and sang, from the track. The band went right into playing the music for our dance routine #3, the 4 minute halftime dance. The cheerleaders sat down, while the band finished their musical program, with 3 more songs. The visiting team did not bring a band. We did our final 2 minute dance routine between the 3rd and 4th quarters, and nearly cheered ourselves hoarse during the whole game.

Oh yeah, we won the game 18-12. We scored a touchdown in the 3rd quarter to make it 12-0, but they came back, with 2 touchdowns, to tie the score at 12-12. Midway through the 4th quarter we scored another touchdown for the win. I guess you can tell from the score that neither team had a place kicker, who could kick a P.A.T. The snap was bobbled on our 1st attempt, and our kicker hit it way to the right on his 2nd try. We went for 2 points, after our 3rd TD, but failed to convert. A win is still a win! The players and cheerleaders piled into their locker rooms, escorted by cheering students. All of us wore our cheerleader outfits to the game, so we did not stop and shower and change. The players undoubtedly would get a post-game talk, and then shower and change, before they could leave. We said our goodbyes to the visiting cheerleaders, fixed our makeup and left. We got congratulations from the crowd, waiting around the locker room exit, for our dance routines. It was the first time that I heard someone say that the JV cheerleaders were better than the varsity cheerleaders, but I certainly wasn't going to go around saying that. At home, I showered and put on some casual clothes. After dinner, I changed and got ready for the big JV party. I wore that sexy shimmering silvery blue dress, from the Hollywood boutique, and 2" heels. I walked over to Janice's house, a little before 8:00 PM.

We left Janice's house sometime after 8:00 PM and headed for the north side of town. I've always thought that our town was a fairly typical upper-middle class community. Yes, there were smaller homes on smaller lots nearer town, which I perceived as middle class, but many of my friends lived in those homes and it didn't matter to me. The north side of our town was where the real money was. The lots were large and the homes almost intimidating at times. This was my 1st high school party, and people were pouring in, when we arrived. Lisa, Ashley and I made the rounds, saying HEY to people and congratulating the players, for the 1st half hour or so. Music was blaring everywhere. I think the whole JV team was there, plus maybe 25-30 girls. Besides Lisa, Ashley and me, I recognized only 3 other freshmen girls. About half of the guys wore grungy old clothes, and the rest had, at least, put on clean jeans and a fresh shirt, while ALL of the girls dressed up. Some kids hung out in the rec room, but most everyone congregated out on the back patio. We found our host and quarterback, along with the beer, out on the patio. He was going on and on about his great game and how he had a shot at the NFL. In fact, his pass completion percentage had to have been only about 25%. Our win was due to the blocking of our linemen and our running backs finding the holes to make yardage.

I was curious to see if any of our boyfriends were drinking beer, but they weren't. I had no objection to any of them having a beer, but I can't stand guys who drink just to get drunk and obnoxious. For the next hour or so, I danced with Eric, Brian, Rob and Brandon, plus a few more guys who just seemed to materialize in front of me, when the music stopped. Janice walked by me and said that people were getting ready to go to Collins Park. I found Eric for a final slow dance. As we danced, I flirted and kissed him, making sure he would be with me at Collins Park. A few minutes later Eric and I were sitting in the back seat of Janice's old Oldsmobile. During the 10 minute drive, Eric and I made out and I rubbed his crotch a little. When we arrived, it was evident that people were there, who had not been to the party. The campfire was already blazing. Janice had picked up a new guy, and they went out to join the crowd around the fire. I told Janice that Eric and I were going to stay in the car, and she just winked and left.

Even in the backseat of a big old Oldsmobile things are a little cramped. Eric took off his shoes and I helped him out of his jeans. He pulled down his shorts and sat back in the seat to enjoy one of the slowest most sensual blowjobs that I knew how to do. I moaned and marveled over his beautiful cock, as I licked him everywhere and sucked him hard. After awhile, I had Eric moaning and grunting and thrusting. When I sensed that he was getting close to coming, I took him as deep in my mouth and throat as far as he would go, and let my throat massage the head of his cock. After a few times of this treatment, Eric couldn't hold it any longer and exploded, sending streams and streams of cum down my throat. I dutifully swallowed his cum and licked him clean. Eric unzipped my dress and helped me take it off. I draped it over the back of the front passenger seat. I had thought of bringing a piece of rope, but decided against it. I reached in my purse and popped a breath mint, to chew on, and pulled out one of my vibrators. Eric took off my bra and I laid on my back across the back seat. Eric and I began making out, and his hands played with my breasts. Soon, his mouth was on my breasts. He kissed and licked and sucked my nipples. One of my legs was down on the floor, and the other rested on top of the back seat. Eric used the vibrator at first. He teased my pussy and quickly got me worked up into a quivering moaning captive to the sensations the vibrator was sending through my body. My climax came from out of nowhere, with barely a scream or groan, from my mouth.

Eric didn't let me come down for a moment. He abandoned the vibrator and his fingers were soon playing with my pussy, over my panties. He took his time and ran his fingers tantalizingly round and round my labia lips, for quite some time. He found and played with my love hole, rubbing his finger around the opening and shoving his finger inside me, as far as the fabric of my panties would allow. Finally, he found my clit. I was proud of myself for not begging. After massaging around my clit for several minutes, Eric rubbed my engorged nub vigorously and put me out of my misery. This time, I screamed and bucked and shook and tried to catch my breath. When I could, I sat up and kissed Eric passionately. We both got dressed, and when we exited the car, Eric zipped up my dress. We found 2 tree trunk sections around the campfire, and sat and talked with the others, until it was time to leave.

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This was pretty much how I spent the next 2 months, going to school Monday-Friday, with cheerleader practice every Tuesday and Thursday, after school. During the course of the football season, our cheerleader dance routines were changed, doing different dances, but keeping the music the same. We soon became big hits, with the students and adults, who attended the games. Because of the football games, parties and dates on Friday and Saturdays, I always had homework or studying to do Sunday and never invited anyone over to play TUGs. I hadn't been tied up and played with in over 2 months. However, it was more important to me to do well at school and see how my teachers graded, after mid-terms. Saturdays were spent at our JV football games, the JV football team's parties and quite a lot of time at Collins Park, where I did get my share of orgasms, and gave my share of blowjobs, in the front or back seats of someone's car. Meagan, Beth and Rhonda always sat at our lunch table. They were deemed "hot" enough chicks, by the hosts of the JV parties, and were invited to attend those parties, but they were on their own. They did all right though. Meagan, Beth and Rhonda went to all the parties and to Collins Park. They even showed up a few times at Collins Park, after the varsity home games. From my homework papers and the results of quizzes, I knew that I was doing OK at high school. When I got my mid-term grades, I had all A's. I thought that I could get back into playing some TUGs.

On the 4 Friday nights, so far, that the varsity played away games, I dated Brian, Rob, Eric and Brandon, in that order. Whether it was a single date or double date, we always had to rely on a parent for transportation. Consequently, nothing much sexually happened during those dates, except some making out and petting at the movies. I mentioned the economic diversity of our town. The middle class tended to live in the smaller homes on smaller lots closer to the center of town. If anyone had a pool, it was more likely to be a small above ground one. Brian's and Rob's families fell in this category. Although we had never talked about it, I envisioned both guys getting some kind of job, when they turned 16, just to have some spending money. When we went out, we often went "Dutch." It didn't matter one iota to me how much money their families had or did not have. I liked them for who they were. Beth and Rhonda fell into this category too. The vast majority of guys from rich families were generally pretentious and conceited, but the ones I knew were also jocks. And because they were jocks, their popularity was ensured. At high school, I began to lose track of some of my old girlfriends. Suzi had become somewhat of a loner. People congregated into groups. There were the jocks and the hot girls, including the cheerleaders, who were popular in their own right. There were nerds and geeks and Goths. Even a few open lesbians and gays emerged. But, the largest group of students was the plain average high school freshmen, who had not yet found themselves, and were still intimidated by it all, or were a little behind in their social or sexual maturity.

3rd Base

I know I haven't mentioned Ryan in a while. I first met him at Meagan's "end of the summer party," and allowed him to do things with me that took the other guys months to achieve. He did call me after that party. In fact, we talked a couple times a week, for an hour or so. Ryan was in my Pop Glee Club class and had a wonderful bass voice, so I saw him everyday. He did come around to asking me out, but I had the above 4 mentioned Friday night dates already scheduled. On Friday, November 5, 1999, the varsity was playing their last away game of the season, and I agreed to go out with Ryan. With Halloween recently past, Ryan asked me if I liked scary movies. I said that I did, as long as there weren't a lot of gory murders. He told me about this restored theatre that showed classic old movies. We decided to go to an early show and then go out to dinner. When he told me where we were dining, I knew that it was a busy and really nice restaurant, and that we would have to have reservations in advance. But, he assured me that it was not a problem.

On the night of our date, Ryan was picking me up at 5:30 PM. I rushed home from school and immediately started to get ready. I shaved, where necessary, and showered. When I did my hair, I put it up for a more glamorous look. I wore a black strapless sweetheart neckline dress, with some Spandex in the material, so that it hugged my body and flared out slightly below my hips and ended just above my knees. Since I wouldn't be on my feet very much, I wore 4" heels, which would bring me closer to Ryan's height. I wore my matching blue lapis lazuli jewelry set of bracelet, necklace and ear studs. As I was finishing my makeup, my Mom raced up the stairs shouting, "THERE'S A LIMOUSINE OUT FRONT!" In my excitement, I almost stumbled going down the stairs. I answered the door and there stood Ryan. He was dressed in a navy sport coat, gray slacks, white shirt and tie. He looked more handsome than ever. Yes, behind him in the driveway stood a shiny new black limousine, with chauffer. I was nearly speechless. Celeste came out with a camera and insisted we pose for a couple shots alongside the limo. The chauffer helped us in and we were off to the movie. I knew Ryan lived on the north side of town, which is referred to as The Heights, but the limo and chauffer just floored me. He casually explained that his parents had a full time chauffer and maid. Ryan was just so cool and unpretentious, along with his smile, that I was attracted to him even more.

After about a 1/2 hour drive, the limo pulled up in front of the theatre, and the chauffer held the door open for us. The restored old theatre had a stand alone ticket booth out front. The inside was ornately decorated, and we sat in red velvet seats. The crowd was quite diverse, ranging from people wearing just jeans and t-shirts, to men in tuxedos and their wives/dates really dressed up. We saw Alfred Hitchcock's classic movie, "Psycho," starring Anthony Perkins and Janet Leigh. In the scene where she is in the shower, and we see the knife poised to stab her, I didn't scream, but did squeeze Ryan's hand. When the movie ended, our limousine, along with several others, was waiting out front for us. It was a short ride to the restaurant and our 8:00 PM reservation. I saw no kids eating with their parents and Ryan and I had to be the youngest people in the restaurant. Yet, all the staff treated us respectfully and politely. Ryan told me that his parents ate there all the time, so I figured that was the reason we were treated so well. We had a cozy banquette along one wall, where we could see everyone coming and going. Our waiter brought us complimentary glasses of non-alcoholic Champaign. Our conversations flowed so easily, all through dinner, as well as when we were in the limo. We talked about anything and everything. I was having such a wonderful time. We stopped to use the restrooms after dinner, before leaving and getting in our waiting limo. The ride back went so quickly, and before I knew it, we were pulling into the driveway of Ryan's beautiful home.

Long before final plans for our date had been completed, I had agreed to go back to Ryan's house to play. It was just 10:00 PM, and Ryan asked me when I had to be home. The chauffer told us that he would be waiting in front at 11:45, to take me home. We went inside. I met his mother and father. His dad was in some facet of the electronics industry, and it turned out that Ryan's mom knew my Mom from a social organization they both belonged to. Ryan and I went upstairs to his room. It was pristine, and perhaps not a typical guy's room. Instead of posters, he had framed art prints on his walls. Above his desk hung the framed picture of the autographed photo of me that I had given him. Ryan unzipped and helped me out of my dress. Next, my strapless bra came off. Ryan stripped down to his shorts. He asked me what I wanted to do. I replied, "Do what you want." "I'm your slave for the next 1-1/2 hours." He played some soft inconspicuous classical music and Ryan produced some soft red velvet rope from his dresser. I presented my wrists crossed, behind my back, and Ryan securely tied them. We started making out, but soon I was laying flat on my back in the center of his king size bed. We continued to makeout, while his large hands tenderly played with my breasts and nipples.

I arched my back, when Ryan's head hovered over my nipples, inviting him to suck them. He not only sucked my nipples, but he licked them and nibbled on them with his teeth. While this was going on, his right hand caressed my stomach, hips and between my legs. I moaned from the sensual tingly feelings that began to pulse through my body. As his hand moved closer and closer to my pussy, I wriggled and bucked, trying to get him to touch me there. Finally, his fingers were on my panties and he began rubbing my slit. He looked me in the eyes, while his fingers did their work. He ran his fingers round and round and up and down my pussy, touching my clit, with every stroke. I closed my eyes, as I felt an orgasm building. Ryan concentrated on my love hole, poking the fabric of my panties a little way inside me. When he rubbed circles around the entrance to my love canal, I came with a tremendous shudder, but I wanted more! I gasped and pleaded, "DON'T STOP," "I NEED TO COME AGAIN!" Ryan moved his fingers to my clit area. He teased my little nub, while I mewed and my chest heaved. I writhed, while his finger rubbed my clit, as an even more powerful orgasm overtook my whole body and mind. I clenched my legs together savoring the wonderful spasms that shot through me, from head to toe.

The bulge in Ryan's shorts did not go unnoticed by me. When I had returned to my senses, I told Ryan that I wanted to suck his big cock. I scrambled off the bed, with my wrists still tied behind me, and got down on my knees. Ryan dropped his shorts, and he indeed did have a big cock. It was easily 1/2" longer than any cock I had previously sucked, but it was not as thick. He held his hands on his hips and let me go at him. His scrotum was big and plump. I took it in my mouth and gently sucked his balls. I licked his long shaft all over before taking him in my mouth. I gave him a long slow thorough blowjob. When I took him all the way into my throat, Ryan started to moan, I sensed that he was about ready to blow. Sure enough, after only a few more deep throat thrusts, he violently sprayed his load of cum down my throat. I held his dick gently, with my teeth, while I swallowed his cum, and then licked him clean. After Ryan pulled up his shorts, he helped me to my feet. He made me stand in the center of his room and blindfolded me, with a black scarf.

I stood there and waited. Time passed, but nothing happened. Then, he kissed me sweetly on the lips. He touched me between my legs, licked one of my nipples and sucked on one of my ear lobes. This went on for a long time. I couldn't see what he was going to do next or where he would next touch me. Back and forth he went, up and down and all over my body, Ryan kissed, caressed, licked, felt and pinched various parts of my body in random order. It was driving me crazy and I was getting really turned on. At last, he stopped and removed my blindfold. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me right in the eyes. He asked, "Do you want to go on to the next level?" He stared down at my panties. I knew what he meant. This next step was at least a couple months before I had decided to go that far. But, I was really excited and curious, and really wanted to see what it felt like. With all the confidence that I could muster, I said, "YES, as long as you just use your fingers." Ryan pulled down my panties and I stepped out of them. There I helplessly stood, totally naked, for the very first time, before any guy, with my wrists tied behind my back. Ryan took me to his bed and helped me get situated on my back. I spread my legs as wide apart as they would go, and told Ryan to tie them tightly to the side rails of the bed.

At nearly 15-1/2 years old, I was tied naked, spread and totally exposed. Ryan positioned himself on my right side. While he kissed me, his right hand explored my naked pussy. He used his first 2 fingers to thoroughly explore my pussy lips, opening me up more and caressing round and round them. Ryan found my little hood, that hid my clit, and pushed it up, exposing my little love nub. His long middle finger toyed with the entrance to my vagina, before he easily slipped it inside me. He felt around inside me and began to fuck me. I said, "Try and get 2 fingers inside me and fuck me fast." He slowly worked 2 fingers into my vagina. I was really turned on and knew my pussy juices were flowing. As Ryan finger fucked me, I could hear the sounds of my pussy juices sloshing around. He fucked my love canal fast and steady, until I let go a guttural groan and convulsed into blissful orgasm. I gasped out, "Please keep going, tease and rub my clit!" He did. Ryan ran his fingers round and round my clit, poking it and teasing it into a longer engorged highly sensitive appendage. By then, I was moaning constantly and gulping air. When Ryan gently pinched my clit a few times, it about sent me into orbit. Finally he rubbed my clit fast, and I soon exploded into an even more intense orgasm. I wanted to clench my legs together, but they were firmly tied apart. My legs quivered, while the rest of my body succumbed to the spasms of orgasm.

After I had settled down, Ryan asked me if I had enough. I replied by asking him if he knew what a g-spot was. He didn't. I told him about my g-spot, where to find it, what it felt like and what to do with it. I said, "You may want to stuff that scarf into my mouth, because if I come, I'm gonna scream!" After gagging me, he re-positioned himself, straddling my right leg, which allowed him a direct view of my pussy. With his left hand, Ryan used 2 fingers to tease me around my clit. He shoved the long middle finger of his right hand inside me. He thoroughly explored the walls of my vagina and then fucked me, with his finger, for a few minutes. I found myself holding my breath in anticipation, and then sucking in air. Ryan finally stopped fucking me, with his finger, and felt around for my g-spot. He found it, and I felt his finger on it. He rubbed it vigorously, and I screamed, and came and squirted all over his hand. I felt light-headed and dazed. The intensity of the orgasm almost made me weep. The girls had played with my pussy several times before, and I thought it was probably psychological, but the emotions spinning through my head told me that having a guy do this to me was so much better than when a girl did it. Ryan took the scarf out of my mouth and released my spread ankles.

I barely noticed when Ryan licked his fingers and tasted my pussy juices. He didn't comment. When I had recovered, I crawled off the bed and got into position to suck his cock. It started off like the last blowjob, but as I worked up to a good rhythm, I stopped. I looked up at Ryan, standing above me, with his hands on his hips, and told him, "Hold my head and fuck my mouth hard, until you come." He held onto the sides of my head, with both hands, and started pounding my mouth. I made sure that my tongue rubbed the underside of his cock on every thrust. It may have taken him 5 or more minutes to come, but when he did, he buried his cock all the way into my mouth and throat, and spewed his load of cum. After I swallowed his cum and cleaned him off, Ryan untied my wrists. I used his bathroom to clean up, fix my hair, put on my bra and panties and put on some lipstick. Ryan put on his slacks and shirt, but skipped his sport coat and tie. He helped me into my dress, and with a quick look in a mirror, I pronounced myself ready to go. We made it to the waiting limo by 11:50 PM. During the ride back to my house, we kissed a little and talked about hooking up again to play some more TUGs. Ryan and I kissed goodnight at my front door, and I thanked him for a wonderful date. It was really a dream date. Inside, Celeste was waiting up for me. I told her all about my date, including going to 3rd base with Ryan. She must have gone to a 1 hour photo shop, because she had the pictures of Ryan and me by the limo, and gave me one of each.

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The next afternoon we had our final away JV football game. On the bus ride to the game, I told the cheerleaders about my dream date with Ryan and showed them the pictures of us by the limo. Our record going into that game was a mediocre 4-4. There was nothing to cheer about that day. We got creamed by the League's powerhouse 42-0, which put our record for the season at 4-5, with 1 game to go. On Saturday, November 13, we had our final game at home. Early in the 3rd quarter one of our defensive players got hurt, and had to be carried off the field. Brian was put in at defensive back (DB). Shortly after that, our opponents scored to take the lead 24-20. The game went back and forth, with no scoring, until late in the 4th quarter. We had to punt, and that may have been our last possession of the game. The other team was moving the ball. Their quarterback dropped back to throw a pass. He found his receiver around our 40 yard line and let it go. Brian stepped in front of the receiver, intercepted the ball, and ran 60 yards down the sideline to score the winning touchdown, and save our season.

That night, at the final JV football party, everyone was in a celebratory mood and Brian was the hero. By pre-arrangement, Lisa, Ashley and I rotated among our boyfriends at Collins Park, during the football season. By chance, that was my night to be with Brian. There was plenty of beer that night, and for the 1st time, that I was aware of, Brian had a can of beer. Since I was going to be with Brian later at Collins Park, I drank a few swigs from his can, just so we would both have beer breath. UGH! Beer just didn't taste good to me. I danced with all my boyfriends on the team. At one point, a couple of sophomore girls tried to move in on Brian. I went to him and put my arm possessively around his neck, and Janice was nearby and came to warn the girls off. Although I didn't need any help, this was the "cheerleader sisterhood" in action. We got a late start to Collins Park, and when we got there, Brian and I sat together around the campfire for quite some time. He was persuaded to have another beer and was again toasted as the hero of the game. I had a couple more gulps from his beer.

I knew it was starting to get late, but eventually Brian and I settled in the back seat of Janice's car. We made out and he felt me up, and I eagerly took off my top and bra. After he played with my bare breasts, and had my nipples as hard as could be, while I rubbed his crotch, Brian's hand moved under my skirt. He caressed my inner thighs and began to rub my pussy, but I told him to wait. Considering my earlier promises to Brian, about going to 3rd base next year, I thought a little surprise was in order. He was, after all, the hero of the game. I had just done this a week earlier with Ryan. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and pulled off my panties. It was nearly pitch black, but Brian knew where his target was. Soon, he had his middle finger inside me and was merrily finger fucking my love hole. As wonderful as it felt, I noticed cars starting up around us. It was time to go, because virtually everyone had a midnight curfew. Regretfully, I put my hand down to stop Brian. I had to make it up to him, so I invited him over the next afternoon to finish what we had started. I stuffed my panties and bra into my purse and put on my top. Janice was leaning on the hood of her car, along with Lisa and Ashley, politely waiting for us to finish. On the way home, I got the 3rd degree from the girls, but said that we really didn't have time to do anything, but that I had invited our game hero over the next afternoon to play.

Brian arrived raring to go the next afternoon. I apologized for the fact that we hadn't had enough time to finish the previous night. No sense in getting into a blame game, since Brian looked so good, and I was already getting excited. I asked him to start slowly, without the ropes, and play with me, as he stripped me totally naked. The surprise factor was gone. We knew where this was headed. I was really turned on and breathless with anticipation, when Brian took me to my bed in the guest apartment. My nipples were hard and tingling. My pussy felt really wet and quivered as I walked the few steps to my bed. With a few helpful pointers from me, Brian gave me a straight forward 2 fingered fucking of my love hole. I had so worked myself up mentally, for this, that I came rather quickly. My orgasm was so sudden and intense that I cried out and shuddered. I clenched my vaginal muscles and clamped my legs together, trapping Brian's fingers inside me. He could feel the contracting and spasming of my cunt, as the waves of pleasure shot through my body. After I came down, I immediately sucked Brian off. Then, it was time to prepare for the real fun. I was going to give Brian full access to my pussy and let him do what he wanted to me. Brian tied my wrists behind my back, and for good measure, he got a long piece of rope and wrapped it tightly around my upper arms, carefully positioning it over and under my tits. He helped me on the bed, and I told him to tie my legs spread as wide apart as they would go. Before that, however, Brian had me raise my hips and placed a pillow under my ass. With my legs tied open, at a grossly inviting angle, I could barely move, and my pussy was elevated and totally exposed to him.

Brian knelt between my legs and began to examine and explore my pussy. He was like a kid, with a new toy to play with. He massaged and grabbed my slippery pussy lips, pulling and stretching my pink flower open more. Brian found my little protective hood that partially hid my clit. He pushed it up and down, testing its function, and finally stretched it all the way up, fully exposing my little love nub. My clit was poked and teased, until it came to life and I moaned. Finally, Brian experimented by inserting 1 and 2 fingers, from each hand, into my love hole. He leaned forward and played with my breasts, with his sticky fingers. He extended himself and laid atop my body. We made out for several minutes, before he scooted off and propped himself alongside me. I moaned, when Brian worked 2 fingers as far into my love hole, as he could get them. He loved to tease, and tease me he did, nearly to the point of desperation and delirium. His fingers fucked me slowly, and then he stopped and moved his fingers around inside me in a fluttering motion. When he resumed, I tried to move my hips in time with his thrusts and urged him to go faster. I managed to gulp in one last big breath, arch my back and groan loudly, when Brian finally rubbed my g-spot. I felt my pussy juices spurt out of me and mostly land on his hand. While I succumbed to the pleasures of my gigantic orgasm, Brian slid his left hand under my neck and gave me a deep kiss. His pussy juice coated right hand tenderly played with my breasts and nipples.

When I had seemingly come back to Earth, Brian asked me if I wanted more. I sorta got out a "yes" as his mouth smothered mine in a deep kiss. He sucked and kissed my nipples and then got on top of me again. I could feel his erection between my legs. When Brian kissed me again, I tasted my own pussy juices on his lips. He never said a word about it. Instead, he got off, slipped 2 fingers back in my love hole, lazily pumped them in and out, and used the fingers of his other hand, to mercilessly tease and rub my clit, until I reached unbearable heights of pleasure and screamed, from the shattering orgasm that hit me like a clap of thunder. Eventually, I settled down and was totally released. The bed was a mess. We were a mess. The whole room reeked, from my pussy juices, but I was on an orgasmic high. I put my arms around Brian's neck, jumped up and wrapped my legs around his hips, smearing more of my pussy juices on his stomach, and whispered in his ear, "Let's take a shower together!"

I have a double shower in my bathroom in the guest apartment. Brian and I had seen each other naked and there wasn't anything to hide or be bashful about. I thought it would be fun. We got in and soaped each other up. I used an unscented shower gel on Brian, and he used my lightly floral scented shower gel on me. There was a lot of slow sensual scrubbing, especially when he did my breasts and pussy area, and I did his penis and balls. After we rinsed off, I played with Brian's cock, until I got him hard. I turned the shower sprays to a gentle mist, knelt down, and gave Brian a slow wet blowjob. Back on my feet, Brian backed me into a corner. I held onto a gripping bar, with my hands behind my back, and spread my legs. In the swirling hot mist, he easily slipped a finger into my wet cunt and kissed me. After only a few thrusts, he rubbed my still engorged and sensitive clit, until I came. Brian got out of the shower to dry off and get dressed, while I washed my pussy again and shampooed my hair. When I got out, I dried myself and my hair, with a towel, combed my damp hair out and put on a robe. Brian was dressed and ready to go. I saw him to the front door, in my robe, kissed him goodbye, and went back to finish my hair and get dressed.

Lisa Gets to 3rd Base -

I had told Lisa about my dream date with Ryan and my 3rd base experiences. When I called her on the Sunday night, after Brian and I played to 3rd base, she declared that she was ready to go that far, with some conditions. She was also very interested in the rough TUGs that I had played last summer, but there had been no time since for her to do one. I think she was a little afraid to let 2 guys play rough with her, like I had done. The Holidays were coming up fast, and I would be committed to co hosting my parent's formal Holiday dinner parties for the next 6 weeks. I told her that I would see what I could setup for Saturday, November 20, the day after our cheerleader party. She wanted a 2 on 2 TUG, and theorized that she could handle whatever the 2 guys did with me. Since my experiences with Brian were great, she also wanted Brian to be the 1st to get to 3rd base with her.

I had to do some fast scrambling to set something up in less than a week. I hunted Ryan down in the lunchroom on Monday. I first had to determine if he was willing to play with Lisa, because he had declined to play with her at Meagan's end of the summer party. I explained the concept of a 2 on 2 rough TUG to him. He was in. Then, I found Brian to see if he wanted to play and was available. Brian was in. I made it clear that after they had finished playing with us and done whatever they planned to do with us, that Brian was to take Lisa to the 2nd bedroom, and Ryan would take me to my bedroom for the finale (meaning 3rd base). I told them that both Lisa and I liked to be spanked, and gave them a few more suggestions of what they might do with us, since we were going to be playing indoors. I called Lisa Monday night and told her that it was all set and Brian and Ryan would be coming. This gave her the rest of the week to either get excited or worried. I heard from both Brian and Ryan on Thursday night, and they had their plan all worked out. Ryan had suggested a couple more surprises, which I happily approved, but we decided to keep them from Lisa.

 

On Saturday morning, November 20, Celeste took me shopping to get 3 new dresses to wear for my parent's Holiday dinner parties. She thought it would be OK for me to get mid-thigh length dresses. I wound up getting 3 strapless dresses; one a stunning satin ivory dress, one a bright Christmassy red, and the third was a beautiful deep blue. She got me 3 pair of white 4" heels and ordered them dyed to match my dresses. Celeste bought 2 strapless dresses that stopped an inch above her knees. One was black and the other matched my red one. We stopped for a quick lunch on the way home, and I told her my plans for the rest of the day. We got home in plenty of time. Celeste surprised me, when she gave me a bottle of Champagne to kick off my little party. I had the guys come early that afternoon. We stowed their change of clothes in the 2nd bedroom's closet, and I showed Ryan around, while Brian checked the equipment that I had set out on the island countertop. I opened the Champagne, poured 3 glasses and the 3 of us sat down and waited for Lisa to arrive.

When the doorbell rang, I handed Lisa a glass of Champagne. She surrendered her vibrators to me. She wore her sexy short 8" skirt with a knit top. I wore my 8" skirt along with a short sleeved shirt. I left my shirt unbuttoned and gathered up the front tails and tied them in a knot below my breasts in a crop top. As hot and sexy as we both looked, I didn't expect our clothes to stay on for long. When we all sat down, Lisa didn't seem at all nervous, but she practically chugged her glass of Champagne. Lisa had no idea of what was in store for her. Nor did I, for that matter, but I had been through 3 previous rough TUGs and had given the guys some suggestions. It was time to start. Lisa and I were told to stand in the center of the floor and cross our wrists behind our backs. They were tightly tied. Brian and Ryan took 10-15 minutes to kiss, makeout and feel each of us up, and frequently stuck their hands under our skirts to caress our legs and give a little tease to our pussies. I was just starting to get turned on when they stopped. They took a long rope and wrapped it around our upper bodies, tying us tightly together, tit-to-tit. They made us makeout with each other for an additional 10-15 minutes, insisting that we use a lot of tongue. From behind, they alternately pinched our asses or rubbed our pussies, depending on how well we performed for them.

When they stopped us and untied the rope holding us together, Brian asked, "Are you girls ready to suck us off?" I shook my head, NO, and Lisa said, "NO!" With that said they bent us over the nearest sofa and gave us a sound spanking. Our short little skirts offered no protection. Lisa wailed a little, during the first few SMACKS on her ass, but I clenched my teeth and was able to withstand the spanking soundlessly. We were again given a chance to suck the guys off, but declined, although my pussy was already tingling a bit. Ryan exclaimed, "When we get finished with you girls, you'll beg to suck us off!" I stood and watched, while Ryan and Brian untied Lisa, and stripped off her top, bra and skirt. The taller Ryan held Lisa's wrists tightly behind her back and raised them upwards, until she was bent over at the waist. Then, Brian came and snapped rubber bands around the base of each of Lisa's drooping tits. Each of the guys took one of Lisa's wrists and wrenched her arms around and up between her shoulder blades. While Ryan held them, Brian tied her wrists in a double hammer lock. When they had finished with Lisa, they did the same thing to me.

When they finished preparing me, I noticed that Lisa's tits were already a bright pink color. I felt the dull pain, from the restricted blood flow, building in my breasts. Lisa's nipples protruded from the spheres resting on her chest and looked a little larger than my globular tits, which were about the size of a medium orange. They guys started playing with us. Brian kissed and made out with me, while his hands constantly squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples. I moaned when he rubbed my pussy a few times, and I moaned again when he lightly chewed on my protruding nipples. Lisa's moans were louder and more frequent than mine. Brian rubbed my pussy again, at least 8-10 times, and then he slapped my light red tits, with his fingers, making them bounce and jiggle on my chest. Finally, he got both arms around my back and crushed me against his chest, giving me a series of searing deep passionate kisses. When it was Ryan's turn with me, he grabbed each of my orbs, with his hands, and squeezed and twisted them, like he was trying to roughen up the shine on a new baseball. He kissed me and rubbed my pussy, but quickly returned to my tits. My pussy was really getting wet and any pain was pushed to the back of my mind. I thought I would lose it, when Ryan slowly rubbed my pussy and bent down and sucked my nipples. I tingled everywhere, and would have sucked him off, if he asked. With his big hands, he squeezed and mashed my now reddening tits together, loomed over me, so that I arched my back, and gave me one of those fiery long slow moist kisses that never seem to end.

Lisa looked a little flushed and her chest was heaving, but their fun wasn't over. They pushed us together and ordered us to make out with each other. Lisa and I were so hot that we easily attacked each other's mouths. Lisa buried her tongue in my mouth, and soon we were moaning and going at each other like love starved lesbians. Someone grabbed my ponytail and pulled me down. Brian ordered me to suck Lisa's tits hard. I eagerly did as told and even nibbled on them as I sucked. When Lisa was made to suck my nipples, she sucked and drew them longer, and then bit them. We were finally pulled apart, after another round of steamy making out. I was ready to suck some cock, and I was certain that Lisa was also hot to get a dick in her mouth. However, they didn't ask us if we were ready to suck them off. Instead, they gagged us. I had left a small pile of my clean old panties on the counter island. They stuffed 2 pairs of panties into our mouths and cleaved gagged us with a scarf. We were taken over to the sofa and bent over the back, side by side.

Long ropes were tied to our bound wrists, up between our shoulder blades, and looped over our shoulders and tied to the front legs of the sofa, securing us bent over at the waist. Our panties were pulled down and our vibrators were buried all the way into our wet pussies. Our panties were pulled back up to hold in the vibrators, which were buzzing at a low speed. Finally, our ankles were tied together, and they left us there to struggle and stew. My bright red rubber-banded breasts dully throbbed, but my pussy was on fire. I struggled for a while, and I even tried rubbing my legs together, but it was no use. I would never get off. I could see the clock in the corner of the kitchen area. Time passed,…..5 minutes,…..10 minutes,….. 15 minutes. Lisa looked as frustrated as I was. The guys finally returned, stripped down to their underwear, but only to tease and punish us. They played with our dangling boobs, caressed our legs, and then WHACK! Out of nowhere, sharp stinging open-handed blows reigned down on my ass, while the vibrator continued to buzz inside me. At first, I cried out into my gag, but by the time the beating ended, I was only grunting in response to each blow. Both guys alternately smacked my left and right ass cheeks. Maybe they hit me a total of 20 times, maybe 30, before they moved on to punish Lisa's pert round butt. My ass burned and prickled, and my pussy burned and tingled. It was a delicious combination of sensations that flooded my mind. After they finished pounding on Lisa's ass, they left us. Another 5 minutes passed, then 10, and then 15. Finally the guys returned. Ryan asked, "Lisa, are you ready now to suck my cock?" She nodded her head, yes, vigorously. They released the ropes that tied her bent over and untied her ankles. They led her off, with the rubber bands still around her tits and the vibrator buzzing in her pussy.

A few minutes later Brian came back and asked me if I was ready to suck his cock. I would have agreed to just about anything, but nodded my head, yes. Brian released me and took me out to the center of the room. Lisa was on her knees and Ryan was fucking her mouth, with his long dick. Brian got me down on my knees and un-gagged me. After I licked him all over, he grabbed my head and started leisurely fucking my mouth. It  was as if he didn't have a care in the World and was in no rush to come. At one point, he withdrew and ordered me to suck his balls. That seemed to do it, because he resumed fucking my mouth deeper and faster. For his final 4 or 5 thrusts, the head of his cock was in my throat and my lips were mashed in his pubic hairs. With all the time the guys had spent playing with us; Brian had built up a tremendous load of cum, which he spewed into my mouth and throat. I managed to swallow it all, without spilling a drop, and licked him clean. I doubled over in pain, when Brian took the rubber bands off my bright red tits, but Brian lightly massaged them, as the blood circulation returned. He released me from my double hammer-lock tie, and I had a few moments to stretch, while he checked on their preparation of Lisa. Brian and Ryan came and helped me to my feet. While Ryan stuffed panties in my mouth and cleave gagged me, Brian tied my wrists crossed in the small of my back. I looked over and saw Lisa gagged and bound hands and feet, flopping on the floor and moaning loudly.

The guys deftly pulled down my soaked panties, turned the vibrator to high and pulled my panties back up. They pushed me down to the floor on my back and tied my knees and ankles together. They drew up chairs and sat down to watch the show. I screamed, as all my pent up frustration and desire was released, almost immediately, with a colossal mind blowing orgasm, that rocked me to my core. The vibrator didn't stop and neither did I. It took some effort, but I flopped myself over on my stomach. My sensitive breasts and nipples further stimulated me, when they were mashed into the carpet fibers. I ground my pussy into the floor, and was rewarded with a 2nd huge orgasm. Before I realized it, I was again on my back, flopping and writhing and bucking for all I was worth. My chest was heaving, and everytime I exhaled, I was screaming, "YES, YES, YES, YES, YES," into my gag until I came for the 3rd time. This could have continued all afternoon and I couldn't stop it. One of the guys pulled down my panties and extracted the vibrator, without untying my legs. As I settled down, I looked around. The guys had been sitting in chairs drinking Cokes and watching us come. I looked up over my head and saw Lisa on her back. She was breathing heavily and looked a little sweaty and flushed, but otherwise looked happy and satisfied.

After Lisa and I had composed ourselves, the guys came and untied our knees and ankles. We were helped to our feet and positioned, back to back, about 5' apart. Our tied wrists were connected with another piece of rope, so that our arms were stretched back and up. Our gags were removed and we were blindfolded. Ryan said, "Strip off their panties and tie their ankles together!" Lisa and I stood totally naked and immobile in front of the guys, with our arms tied behind us and our breasts invitingly pushed outward. It started with a soft sweet kiss on my lips. That was followed by a gentle caress between my legs and a lick on my left nipple and a wet kiss to my neck.  This was Ryan's sweet maddening torture that nearly drove me out of my mind, when he did it to me last week at his house. I couldn't tell which of the guys was doing what, and my bare pussy was not spared an occasional flick of a finger. Up and down and all over our bodies they went, kissing, licking, pinching, sucking, and caressing us. I never could tell what would happen next or where they would next strike. It was infuriating, but I was really getting turned on and breathing heavily, with anticipation of where I would next be stimulated. I heard a slap and almost immediately felt a sharp whack on my ass. I felt a finger slip into my wet pussy, but the spanking continued. Everytime he spanked my butt, his finger plunged into my pussy. The spanking didn't matter. Though a little painful, it did more to make my pussy throb. I was anticipating the blows and trying to lunge my pussy hard against his finger.

The spanking stopped too soon, because I hadn't come. I was forced to my knees and a hard cock brushed my lips. It was obvious what was expected of me. I could hear Lisa slurping on a cock. As soon as I started licking it, I knew it was Brian's again. I thought that if the guys followed the plan, I would have time to suck off Ryan, when he took me to my bedroom at the end. Brian fucked my mouth vigorously this time. He held my head firmly and plunged his cock deep into my throat, with almost every thrust. When he came, he groaned loudly, either in relief or triumph. I swallowed his load of cum and licked him clean. I was helped to my feet, my ankles untied, my bound wrists freed from Lisa's, and my blindfold removed. Lisa and I were standing side by side, but she was still blindfolded. I had said that Lisa wanted to be finger fucked only by Brian, but I was sure she couldn't tell who had a finger in her pussy. Her legs were spread and Ryan was finger fucking Lisa. Just as she neared orgasm, Ryan stopped. The guys switched places, and Brian took Lisa by her bound arms, and led her off to the 2nd bedroom of the guest apartment. Ryan took me back to my bedroom, and for Lisa's peace of mind both bedroom doors were left open.

In my bedroom, I said to Ryan, "I really need to come," and jumped on the bed. Just as I settled on my back, Ryan had 2 fingers inside me. He was positioned along side me, and kissed me as he methodically fucked my pussy. Between those hot passionate kisses, I blurted out, "FASTER, FASTER," and bucked my hips against his fingers. His mouth stifled my scream, when I came. Ryan went out into the great room to get some more ropes. When he returned, I asked, "Do you want me to suck you off?" He replied, "Not yet, I'm gonna tie your legs and make you beg!" I was hearing moans and shrieks and screams coming from Lisa in the other room. I knew she was having a great time. After my legs were tied wide open, almost to the point of doing the splits, Ryan got alongside me again. While he licked and sucked my nipples, his fingers teased my pussy. He rubbed and lightly pinched my labia lips, rubbed the entrance to my love canal, plunged his fingers in and out, and rubbed circles around my clit. Back and forth his magical fingers danced. He had already worked me to the point where I was gulping air and moaning constantly. He kept it up, until I couldn't take it anymore, and blurted out, "PLEASE, PLEASE, RYAN, LET ME COME!" He rubbed my clit really fast, and I exploded into my 2nd orgasm. Ryan never let me come down. Instead, he plunged 2 fingers back inside me and began fluttering them. With his other hand he pinched and rubbed my clit, bringing me to a new unbelievable high. I thought that I might pass out in sheer ecstasy. Pitiful whimpers were the only sounds I could make, when I came, but my whole body convulsed, from the force of that orgasm. Ryan untied my legs, but I couldn't move. It was many minutes, before I recovered from that 3rd orgasm.

Eventually, I climbed out of bed and suggested, "Let's shower together and I'll suck you off in there, but first I want to check on Lisa." I walked across the hall, with my wrists still tied behind me, and found Lisa starting to get dressed. Brian was in the bathroom. "You look like you had fun?" I asked. Lisa replied, "THAT WAS AWESOME!" "I have a surprise for you," I continued, "We're all going out to dinner and then to a movie IN RYAN"S LIMO!" As Lisa started jumping up and down and celebrating, I shocked her with a little more news, "Ryan and I are going to shower together." "Go ahead and shower with Brian, I did it last week." "Suck him off in the shower and let him get you off again!" "When you're finished, come over to my bedroom and we'll get ready." "You can wear some of my clothes, to cover those rope marks." When I went back into my bathroom, Ryan had figured out the double shower and had the water nice and hot. Ryan soaped himself up first, and then leisurely soaped me up everywhere, except my hair. It seemed so natural. We had seen each other naked, and done everything but have sex. Why not shower together and enjoy each other's bodies in this intimate sensual way? When Ryan slowly and seductively soaped up my front, from behind, I used my bound hands to play with his cock. After Ryan rinsed off, I knelt down, still all soapy and slippery, and sucked Ryan off, with the shower water streaming over my head, from behind, and down my face.

The wet rope made it a little difficult untying my wrists, but when I was free, I shampooed my hair and rinsed off. Eventually, Lisa came into my bathroom and we did our hair and makeup. She couldn't believe how much fun it was to suck Brian off in the shower, and get finger fucked, while so wet from the shower water. I said earlier that Lisa was my size and that we have worn each other's clothes before. She chose one of my 3 pairs of designer jeans and a white silk shirt. I wore a red long sleeved lightweight sweater, with my designer jeans. The guys were dressed and looked sharp in slacks and shirts. They had picked up in the great room, when Lisa and I came out. There was enough Champagne left for each of us to have a little over half a glass, and we all sat down and talked until the limo arrived at 6:00 PM. I wasn't sure if the chauffer could hear us, with the partition up, but on the drive to the restaurant, Lisa pretty much recounted all the details of our afternoon TUG, and loved the way the guys roughly treated her. We ate at one of those chain restaurants, a notch or two above a Mickey D's, where you can sit in a booth and order a burger, or a salad, or Mexican dishes, from a large menu. They attract a lot of young adults, with about 37 different kinds of beer. The limo made the 1/2 hour drive to the restored theater, which Ryan and I had been to the previous week, and got us there by 8:00 PM.

We saw South Pacific, a musical romance set during WWII. The movie was based on the Broadway play, which was based on a James Michener novel. My favorite part was the big production number, where Mitzi Gaynor, dressed in a baggy sailor's uniform, sang "Honey Bun." It was sad when Joe died, or as Bloody Mary called him, "Sexy Lieutellinn." The movie was long, and with Coming Attractions and an Intermission, we didn't get out of the theater until after 11:00 PM. With the 1/2 hour drive back home there was only time to kiss good night and get dropped off at our front doors. This movie got me more interested in songs from the past, and was instrumental in my taking probably the best, and most rewarding, class that I took in high school. What a GREAT day and what a GREAT date!

Christine Hits the Hard Stuff –

Virtually every Friday and Saturday nights, beginning after Thanks giving and continuing through New Years, my parents held formal dinner parties, and I was co-hostess with Celeste. Mom had bought me 3 new dresses to wear for the parties. I read most of the LA Times and the front page of the Wall Street Journal, and sometimes USA Today. I was up on what was going on in the World, plus I new sports, entertainment and general business conditions. After our formal dinners, the women would move to the living room for coffee, and to gossip. However, the men adjourned to the study for an after dinner drink, a cigar and discussions about the very things that I was interested in. It took a lot of persuading, over a 2 week period at dinner, for Nels to give me permission to join the men after dinner. I even got a special assignment. We have a cart that holds the liquor, glasses, ice, etc. Just as dinner was ending, my job was to load the cart in the kitchen and wheel it to the den, and carry in extra chairs from the office across the hall.

Nels showed me where he kept his special liquors. He served -

18 year old Glenlivet Single Malt Scotch Whisky

114 proof Old Grand Dad Kentucky bourbon whiskey

20 year old Graham's Port

Hennessy Cognac

One day when no one was around, I snuck a taste of each of them. The port reminded me of cough syrup. The cognac was like fire in my mouth. I hated the smoky taste of the scotch. However, the bourbon was pretty smooth going down and I liked its taste.

Whether it was friends of my Mom or Dad, neighbors, or business associates, who came to our Holiday dinners, all of the men were higher-ups in their given professions. As dinners wound down, I excused myself and loaded up the cart in the kitchen. I setup the den and turned on the fan. The den is the only room in our house where smoking is allowed. The vent fan sucks the cigar smoke directly outside, and the next day you don't get the slightest whiff that someone had been smoking in that room. For my final act, I poured about 1 finger of the 114 proof bourbon into a rocks glass, and added a couple ice cubes. I put it on a side table and placed my purse on the chair next to it. I held my own in those after dinner talks. I could talk sports with the best of them. I was pretty knowledgeable about World affairs and politics, but heeded Nels's advice about not getting into political discussions. I listened and respected the opinions of these businessmen about how the government and the economy affected their businesses in so many different ways. I learned a lot and made many new friends, who would help and advise me in the future.

For an extended Christmas visit, Grandpa Edmond flew in from Florida. Also, Uncle Bill, Aunt Emily and my cousins, James and John, spent a few days around Christmas with us (see below).

Basketball Games –

Besides the boy's football teams and the girl's volleyball teams, our high school had girl's and boy's basketball, swimming and baseball teams. However, the cheerleaders only went to the boy's football and basketball games. The boy's JV team played their games on Tuesday nights and on Saturday afternoons. We still had cheerleader practice 2 days a week, but our cheerleader duties were greatly diminished from our football game performances. The season went from December 1st to the end of February, with no games during Christmas break or semester exams and break. Our 1st game was Thursday, December 2, 1999. Except for the Saturday afternoon home games, attendance was poor. We had a small Pep Band that played at the games. After the teams warmed up, they went back into their locker rooms for that inspiring pre-game pep talk. While they were off the floor, the cheerleaders, along with the Pep Band did the school fight song followed by a new 5 minutes dance routine that we had perfected. We did the same thing at halftime, although with a different dance routine. Otherwise we just jumped up and cheered, when our team scored. Sometimes, during a time out, the Pep Band spontaneously started playing the school fight song, and we had to jump up and scramble our asses to pickup the cheer and get it together.

One or both of my parents went to many games and videotaped our cheerleader routines. I didn't know any of the 14 guys on our basketball team well at all. Some were in my classes, and I got to know some better during the season. They were a serious enthusiastic bunch, but never seemed to kid around with the cheerleaders or anyone else. I don't think any of them had a girlfriend. There were no parties in association with any basketball games. Our JV boy's basketball season record was 12-8.

Pain, Pleasure and a Lick -

Almost as soon as my cousins arrived on Christmas Eve, and were alone with me, they proposed that we play sometime. I was agreeable, and thought that maybe we would have the house to ourselves on Saturday or Sunday afternoon. I had been in touch with Ashley, who wanted to play some TUGs over vacation, and told her to call me around noon on Saturday. The opportunity arose that Saturday after Christmas. Just before lunch, John, James and I saw Celeste, Nels, Aunt Emily, Uncle Bill and Grandpa Edmond off. They were all dressed up and Grandpa Edmond drove our limousine. They were going out to lunch, followed by Nels and Grandpa Edmond having new suits made, and then some shopping. They said they wouldn't be home until around 6:00 PM or later, and that we would then all go out to dinner. Just as my cousins and I got back into the house and started fixing some lunch, Ashley called. When my cousins learned that Ashley was also a cheerleader, they said they'd like to play with both of us. I told Ashley to c'mon over. As we were finishing lunch, Ashley walked in our kitchen door and took off her jacket. She looked so young and innocent and cute, with her long chestnut brown hair up in a bouncy ponytail. She wore tennis shoes, a sexy flirty pair of shorts and a frilly blouse. Her beautiful brown eyes were bright and eager. After assurances that there would be no sex and anything else was OK, we all went up to my bedroom, where the equipment was stored.

Up in my room, my cousins hauled my duffle bag of equipment out of my closet, and found my vibrators in my bedside table. They had been snooping again and seemed to know where everything was kept. The guys brought their own bag of additional supplies. Ashley surrendered her biggest vibrator from her purse. The guys stripped off our tops and bras, and tied our wrists behind our backs. We were now committed to whatever plans my cousins had in store for us. My cousins stripped off my skirt and panties, and gagged me, with my panties stuffed in my mouth. John cinched a narrow leather belt around my waist. James worked a finger into my pussy, revved my big penis vibrator to a low setting and rammed it all the way inside me. A 4 strand crotch rope was then tied between my legs. Two strands of the rope were threaded through my pussy, to hold the vibrator in, and the other 2 strands of rope were strung on the outside of my labia lips. All the ropes were cinched tight and attached to the belt around my waist. They got me on my bed and tied my knees and ankles together, and left me. James commented, "This kind of crotch rope will give her extra stimulation, but she'll never be able to come, until we let her." I thought of my earlier conversations, with my cousins, when I agreed to let them play with me. James was a year older than the rest of us, and had a girlfriend, who he had sex with a couple times. John had no girlfriend and seemed not to have progressed any further than what he did to me the previous summer. James continued, "This will keep Christine turned on, while we play with Ashley."

Ashley's shorts and panties were removed. James probed her love tunnel, with his finger, before he inserted her vibrator inside her. She got the same crotch rope as mine, but was not gagged. As I lay on my bed, writhing about, they played with Ashley. They took turns kissing her silly, but she responded to them in kind, and plastered her bare chest to their now shirtless bodies. They caressed her up and down and felt her up thoroughly. When they finally finished with Ashley, she was breathing heavily. Her face was flushed and her lips were puffy. John gagged her, with her own panties. My knees and ankles were untied, and James got me up. Standing there naked, except for the crotch rope, it occurred to me that Ashley was 2" shorter than me. Yet, Ashley's great legs were about the same length as mine.

Ashley and I were bent over and double rubber bands were snapped on our boobs. "Remember," said James, "We can't leave these on too long, just until their titties turn bright red." It occurred to me that James was tutoring his younger brother and we were going to be guinea pigs. I was somewhat accustomed to the initial pain, but Ashley moaned, as she became used to her tits being squeezed into tight orbs. John and James made us kneel on the floor and rest our upper bodies on the bed. While our vibrators continued to slowly buzz in our pussies, and our swollen tits were mashed into the bed, John and James spanked our bare asses, until James declared, "They're red enough, let's stop!" Ashley howled into her gag for the 1st half of her spanking. After the first 6-8 smacks, the pain blurred into the back of my mind, and I began to really get turned on. With every blow, I slammed my pussy into the side of the mattress, hoping to come. When the spanking was over, the guys got us to our feet. They squeezed and kneaded our reddening breasts, and pinched and pulled our nipples out, before snapping a wooden clothespin onto each of our swollen hard nips.

The vibrator and crotch rope were merrily buzzing away, my tits were turning deep pink, and the clothespins bounced proudly in front of me, as we were taken out of my room. We went down the hall, down the stairs, down another hall and into the guest apartment. The walk was fairly stimulating except for going down the stairs, when the crotch rope gnawed into my outer pussy lips. As soon as we got into the great room, John said, "I want to makeout with Christine." Ashley was placed on her side on one of the sofas. John removed my gag and popped the clothespins off my nipples. He massaged my nips, as the blood surged back into them, and began making out with me. John and James each took 3 rather short turns with me. With each turn, the kisses grew longer and deeper. They did that part perfectly, and had me hot and breathless. They caressed my body all over and even tugged my crotch rope several times, making me moan in frustration. My globular tits were thoroughly squeezed, while my engorged nipples were licked and sucked. When they finished with me, I was a frenzied hot horny girl needing to come. John re-gagged me. They got Ashley off the sofa and we stood side-by-side.

"Take off your belt," James said to John, "Let's try something and see if we can't redden up their titties and turn them on more!" Each of them had 3" or 4" wide leather belts on their jeans. James told John to use just the end 5"-6" of his belt to slap around our titties. James demonstrated on my left tit. That vibrator had to have been buzzing in my pussy for at least an hour. James slapped the top, bottom and sides of one tit, and then gave me a couple blows directly on my nipples. They were little more than light stinging blows, but each slap sent stimulating sensations straight to my wanting pussy. James did my left tit, and then my right tit, and did both of them again. Their little experiment worked. Ashley's and my tits were a bright burning red.

They bent us over the backs of a sofa, with our bare asses and pussies fully exposed. Our crotch ropes were loosened and our vibrators were turned up to high. They re-tightened our crotch ropes, so that the strands were buried deep in our ass cracks and pussies. James said to John, "Do you remember when dad took a belt to you?" "You can do Christine, but not hard enough to leave any marks or welts." John doubled his belt. I braced myself for the first blow. I screamed into my gag when John first hit me with the belt. However, I think the scream was more from the sound the doubled belt made, when it cracked across my ass. James was beating Ashley's butt and she moaned and grunted with every blow. John whipped my ass and I made some noise each time he struck me. However, the vibrator was working its magic. My clit was rubbing the upper back edge of the sofa. An orgasm was coming and I forgot about the whipping. About half way through my beating, my orgasm overwhelmed me and I groaned in relief. My frustration was over. The sheer intensity of the mammoth orgasm sent waves and waves of pleasure up to my brain and down to my toes. Ashley's whole body was trembling and I was sure that she came too. When they stood us up, I saw that our asses were deep red. As much as my ass burned, my pussy was on fire. Our belts and crotch ropes were removed and our vibrators extracted from our love holes. Finally the rubber bands were removed from our tits. I doubled over from the pain as the blood surged back into my bright red tits.

Ashley and I were walked to the center of the guest room and forced to kneel down. Our gags were removed. John and James removed their jeans and dropped their shorts. Their cocks were red, rigid and throbbing. James told me to lick him all over. I got him good and wet and took him in my mouth, bobbing and sucking. It quickly turned into a mouth fucking, when James grabbed my hair. He was as eager to come as I was earlier. He pummeled my mouth deep and fast, groaning and sighing as his climax grew closer. Finally, James let out a loud groan and came, shooting his huge built up load of cum into my mouth and throat. I swallowed it all and licked him clean. While James cleared off the few things on the island countertop, I knelt and watched Ashley finish her slow teasing blowjob on John. James came back to me and helped me to my feet. I was totally naked and my wrists were still tied behind my back. He walked me over to the island countertop. He picked me up and laid me out on the black marble surface. The slab of black marble measured about 4' X 12' and people pulled up stools to eat around it. Soon, Ashley was laid out on the countertop. We were positioned at a slight angle, so that our heads were side by side, and our legs extended towards the end of the slab. They used their thin and wide leather belts to lash our ankles to our thighs in a frog tie, and flopped our legs wide open and spread.

James and John hovered over me, and James resumed his tutorial, "This is Christine's hole, and here is her pee hole." "Stay away from that!" "Here's her clit and it is the most sensitive part of her pussy." "Her pussy lips can be caressed and rubbed to get started, but you can also pinch and pull them." I felt like a lab rat lying there waiting to be prodded and poked. James grabbed my pussy lips, pulled and stretched them, and clamped clothespins on them. James told John to stick his finger into my cunt. He did. John probed and examined the inside of my love canal, with his middle finger. When he withdrew, he gave a little rub over my clit, which produced a moan from me, and they moved on to Ashley. She got the same examination that I did. James told John to get some ice cubes and put them in a bowl. Our automatic icemaker pushes out those little semicircular ice cubes. John said, "I'm gonna fuck Christine with her vibrator, and then you can do Ashley." "Watch her breathing and how her chest heaves." "Listen for the sounds she makes, and watch for her hips to start bucking." "While I fuck her, rub those ice cubes over her nipples!"

James removed the clothespins from my pussy lips, stuffed an ice cube into my love hole, followed by my vibrator buzzing on high. John started rubbing the ice cubes over my nipples. The combination of the cold feelings and the heat of my pussy confused me, but was a delirious torture. James fucked my love hole with the vibrator. I couldn't help it. I did everything James said I would. My breathing quickened, my chest heaved and I began to moan. The ice cube had melted in my hot pussy. James went faster and faster, and I involuntarily began bucking my hips. When my moans grew desperate, James rubbed my clit, until I exploded into a body shattering orgasm. The guys left me there to enjoy the spasms and waves of pleasure that pulsed through my body, and moved onto Ashley. As John started fucking Ashley, with her vibrator, James said, "Hold up a minute, John." He nonchalantly asked Ashley if she played with other girls. Ashley was obviously in some state of arousal, and she replied, "YES!" With further questioning, Ashley spilled everything that we did, when the girls got together to play, including our g-spots! When James asked her if she ate pussy, Ashley gave a firm, "NO!"  John eventually resumed fucking Ashley and finished her off. The guys left us.

While Ashley and I lay there on the marble island countertop, James and John rolled the 2 sofas across the room and opened them up into queen sized beds. They came and freed our frog-tied legs and got us up. Our wrists were still tied behind our backs. They made me stand with my back to one of the beds, and Ashley stood facing me. James ordered Ashley, "Since you already play with girls, we want you to play with Christine, and show John how you make her come!" "Start by making out with her, Ashley, kiss her all over her front down to her pussy hairs, and get her nipples really hard," James ordered. Ashley got a devilish smile on her face and went to work on me. We made out like the hot and horny girls we were. Ashley took the lead and plunged her tongue in my mouth a lot. She started kissing me along my jaw, down my neck, all over my chest and breasts, except my nipples, and continued down my stomach to my pubic hair, stopping to tease my navel with her tongue. Ashley concentrated on my nipples, first just licking and sucking them. Then, she sucked them hard and grabbed them in her teeth and pulled them out as far as they would go. By then, I was moaning and squirming. I knew my pussy was good and wet.

James ordered Ashley down on her knees and had me spread my legs as wide apart as I could. Ashley was told to lick and kiss my inner thighs from my knees right up to my pussy. I was moaning and my mind was just enjoying what Ashley was doing to me. As Ashley's kisses drew close to my pussy on my left thigh, it may have been my imagination. John wasn't paying close attention and James was behind me preparing some ropes. But, when Ashley kissed her way up my other thigh, she gave my pussy a good long slow lick. I wasn't imagining it. Ashley had licked my pussy twice! James came back and sat me on the bed. I sucked John off. With Ashley already on her knees, she got to suck James off. Ashley's wrists were untied and she massaged them, while I was laid on the bed and my legs tied spread open.

James said to Ashley, "Now I want you to use your fingers and make Christine come for us." "BUT, GO SLOWLY AND MAKE HER BEG!" Before I knew it, Ashley had 2 fingers inside me and was slowly fucking my love tunnel. She relentlessly teased me and kept bringing me higher and higher, ever closer to my elusive orgasm. Ashley was really good at this, and eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I had lost all control of my body and eventually pleaded with Ashley to let me come. She looked at James and he nodded his head, yes. It took Ashley only a few more fast thrusts, without touching my clit, before I erupted into a spectacular orgasm. I barely heard James tell Ashley to keep going. She immediately stuck her middle finger inside me and felt around for my g-spot. She found it. She rubbed it and also rubbed my clit, with fingers from her other hand, until I shuddered and shook with my 2nd orgasm. I squirted my pussy juices all over Ashley's hand.  

While I recovered, James tied Ashley spread eagle on the other bed. He told John, "Get on the bed and try and make Christine come." Well, John was a little tentative. He used only his middle finger and fucked my love hole fast and hard. I was moaning erratically and my hips bucked at his finger thrusts, when John remembered my clit. He never teased it, but just rubbed it fast, and I came. It wasn't spectacular, but it was an orgasm. I told John to stick 2 fingers into me and lightly play and tease my clit, until I look like I'm ready to come. Finally, I told him to rub faster and I came for a 2nd time. With more practice, he would get much better. The guys switched beds and James came to me. He was well practiced and knew what he was doing. He gave me a spectacular vaginal orgasm, followed by a tremendous clitoral orgasm aided by my vibrator buried in my cunt. For the final act of our fun afternoon, I sucked off James, and Ashley gave John a hands free memorable blowjob.

Ashley and I went upstairs to my bedroom, where we showered and got dressed. She thought the afternoon TUGs were nothing like she expected, but had a lot of fun and would do something like that again anytime. When I asked her about licking my pussy, she blushed and confessed that my dripping pussy was right there in front of her face and wanted to try it. She said that I tasted really good, but I told her that I wasn't really into that. It would be another 8 months before someone ate my pussy, and it would happen in a really surprising way!

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Happy New Millennium! Happy Y2K! I made it through the big scare to the year 2000! During December, 1999 and January, 2000, I made sure that Rob, Brian and Eric also got to 3rd base with me. For the rest of the semester, I regularly played TUGs with my 5 boyfriends and my freshmen girlfriends. We played at least once a week, at various girl's homes, and resorted to playing some short TUGs on school nights. Usually, we played 2 on 2, and the guys would switch back and forth between the 2 girls. However, we played 3 on 3 a few times, and once there were 4 couples playing at Meagan's house. The guys had become quite proficient at finger fucking me. Depending on their mood, they could tease me until I begged or finish me off quickly. By the end of the semester, the guys were teasing me about fulfilling my promise, and getting their cocks in me. I could hardly wait, and counted the days to my 16th birthday. During the 4+ months of 2nd semester, the cheerleaders got together twice to play TUGs, and my freshmen girlfriends, also, played twice. I'll skip the repetitive details, because we didn't do anything new or different from what I have already described. I loved being teased, and having my nipples tormented and my ass spanked. I had turned into somewhat of a little pain slut

For Christmas, Santa had put a little booklet in my stocking. I studied it, and on the day after I turned 15-1/2, in early January, Nels took me to the DMV to take the test for my driving learner's permit. I cane to the stark realization that the cutoff day, in our school district, for determining what grade you were in was May 31st. Ashley was a few days older than me, and the 2 of us would be the first in our class to get our driver's licenses. This meant that conceivably some kids in our class wouldn't get their driver's license, until nearly a year after I had mine. In California, kids had to take driver ed. The high school offered driver ed after school, taught by faculty members who had certification. However, with cheerleader practice and basketball games, I couldn't do that. Ashley and I took private driver ed together, along with a pretty nerdy guy. The classes were on Saturday mornings and a couple times a week in the early evening. The company picked us up at our homes, and we drove all over town, and eventually on the freeways, in a car, with a sign on the roof saying "STUDENT DRIVER." Besides the driving, I learned to parallel park and check the fluids under the hood, plus I had to learn how to change a tire. I think I had to have 50 hours behind the wheel, before I could get a license. I drove all over with my parents, as time permitted. I found out that cheerleaders were allowed to use the weight room at school. Two or 3 mornings a week, I drove Nels's car to school early, and he went on to work. I started a little routine with light weights and the treadmill to prepare myself for the upcoming baseball season.

After seeing the movie South Pacific, I bought other musicals to watch at home. I think the oldest movie I owned was The Wizard of Oz, with Judy Garland. I also bought; State Fair, Showboat, The King and I, Oklahoma, Music Man, American Graffiti, West Side Story, Grease, My Fair Lady, Dirty Dancing and The Big Chill, plus maybe 15 others. I loved the concept of the music telling part of the story. The songs and great productions were fabulous. I especially loved the romantic love songs. I thought that Meredith Wilson was a genius, when he wrote Music Man, and told most of the story through the lyrics of the songs.

Anyway, towards the end of the 2nd semester in Pop Glee Club, we started singing some songs from the Big Band Era, the Folk Music craze and Rock 'n Roll. I began buying CDs of this type of music and loved them all. It was a new experience for me. I bought Tommy and Jimmy Dorsey, Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman and others. I guess the big bands died away after World War II, and I bought music from the post World War II artists like Patti Page, Dinah Shore and Perry Como. It seemed that the folk music fad and Rock 'N Roll got going nearly simultaneously. I bought CDs of Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Peter Paul & Mary, and many of the famous folk groups like the Kingston Trio, Chad Mitchell, and all of the groups of 4, like the Four Aces and Four Lads. I had CDs of Bill Haley, Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, plus artists and groups from Mo Town, and the British invasion groups like the Beatles and the Stones. At some point Rock 'N Roll music became more "Rock," and then "Heavy Metal" came along. I didn't like that music very much. I probably had 50-60 CDs in my collection and was really getting into that early music. The romantic love songs were so pure and simple, from the 1940s up into the 1970s, no matter what the beat was. I loved all of them and shared them with many of my friends, and especially Ryan, who was in Pop Glee Club with me.

Lisa and I did tryout for the girl's fast pitch softball team. As the Coach told us at baseball camp the previous summer, we both made the team. I started at 2nd base and batted in the #3 spot. Lisa was our #2 starting pitcher. We played our games Monday and Thursday, after school, and on Saturday afternoon, which was usually a double header. Our final season record was 20-5 and we won the League title. However, JV teams did not participate in any playoffs. Lisa wound up with a pitching record of 9-0. Our record of 14-5 was shared among our #1 pitcher and our relief pitchers, although I was never sure how a win or loss was determined when a relief pitcher came in. I led the team in batting and fielding. The Coach thought my .727 batting average was a school record, but JV baseball records were not counted.

During the last few weeks of the school year, I found out that a band teacher was holding tryouts for a new Swing Band, and he was looking for vocalists. I decided to tryout. There were 2 major drawbacks that prevented a lot of singers from trying out. The major drawback was that the kids didn't know or like that kind of music. The other drawback was the requirement of attending summer school. It turned out that only 9 vocalists showed up for tryouts one Monday. We were to split up into 3 groups of 2 boys and 1 girl. I chose Ryan, as bass, and he picked his friend Bobby as tenor. I was the female alto voice, also known as contralto. We received sheet music for 3 songs and had the rest of the week to rehearse. I quickly chose the Tommy Dorsey song "I'll Never Smile Again." This was a classic song of the big band era, with the Pied Pipers and a short solo done by a young Frank Sinatra. I knew it by heart and had the original recording on CD. I brought my CD and a player, and the3 of us practiced 2nd lunch period. At tryouts the following Friday, I thought we did pretty well, with Bobby singing the Frank Sinatra solo. The girls in the other 2 trios were sopranos, and I didn't think their voices blended well with the boys and the songs they chose. Each of us was instructed to choose a solo to sing the following Friday, and get approval from the teacher on Monday.

Over the weekend, I debated between singing Judy Garland's "Somewhere over the Rainbow," from the "Wizard of Oz" movie, and 2 Johnny Mathis songs from the 1960s. I settled on "Chances Are," a beautiful Johnny Mathis love song, and it was approved on Monday. When I sang it on Friday, I put all the feeling and emotion into the song that I could. After all the solos were performed, the teacher shuffled us up a bit. Ryan and I stayed together, but Daniel joined our trio. One more trio was put together, and the remaining 3 kids were cut. Both remaining trios were given music for the song "Marie, The Dawn Is Breaking." We had a week to practice, and the girls were told to belt out the melody, and the boys sang the counter-melody. Daniel's tenor voice was not quite as sharp as Bobby's was. I thought we aced the song, when we performed it on the last Friday of school. We did, and we were the new vocal trio to sing with the Swing Band.

My 1st semester grades were all A's, and were my grades for the 2nd semester. I had no reason to worry about my schoolwork and how I was adjusting to high school. OH! I almost forgot. My OB/GYN was going on vacation in June. So, Celeste got me an appointment in early May, during my period. I was examined and went on the magical PILL!

School was over. My 16th birthday was only a few days away. I couldn't wait to get laid, and to be tied up and screwed!

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