My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 1 – The Beginning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First TUGS -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Girl's Play -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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TUG Test in the Trees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dates and TUGs with Rob and Brian

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 2 – 8th Grade TUG Parties

In PART 1 of this story, I had asked you to recall when you experienced some of your sexual “firsts.” I told you how I eventually let 3 boys feel up and play with my bare breasts. I had also gotten into some really fun tie up games (TUGs). I boarded the bus on the first day of school, and found a seat next to a very stylishly dressed girl named Meagan. She was new to our school, going into 8th grade, and her parents had just moved into a large home about 6 blocks down the road from me. Meagan was really cute, with a warm friendly outgoing personality, and we quickly became friends. She had really rich styled short dark red hair, with no curls or orange in it, beautiful dark green eyes, creamy white skin and a few freckles on her face. Meagan was skinny as a rail, but I noticed that she seemed to have a nice little pair of tits. Our lockers at school were only 3 apart, and I took her under my wing. I introduced her to Lisa and Ashley.

The 4 of us became our own little group. I hate the word clique, because it sounds so snobby and standoffish. And we were certainly NOT! We were friendly to EVERYONE. There is an old saying that you can’t judge a man by the clothes he wears. Well in Jr. High, this seemed to be true for the boys, to some extent. If a boy was deemed cute, he was judged next on his personality, no matter how he dressed. However, the girls were judged, both by boys and other girls, on how cute they were and the clothes they wore to school. If a girl was reasonably cute and wore nice somewhat sexy clothes, she was immediately popular, and could only turn people off by her personality. Lisa, Ashley, Meagan and I wore nice clothes, that conformed to the school dress code of nothing shorter than mid-thigh. I generally wore skirts and blouses/shirts, or dresses, with 2” heels. I had 2 pair of tight designer jeans, and wore one of them about once a week, with sandals. Our group became friends with a group of 4 girls, a group of 5 girls and a 4th group of 3 girls. I knew all of them from 7th grade. Each group was from a different elementary school, and had been friends for several years. Over the summer, everyone had come out of their shells and blossomed into hot cute girls. We all hung out in the halls before school and at lunch. This circle of 4 girl groups certainly drew the attention of the cute boys.

In our 8th grade class of nearly 300, our own little social caste system developed. We had our nerds, geeks, loners and simply strange weird kids. There were a large number of plain average kids, not particularly cute or unattractive, but who were quiet and hadn’t yet socially adjusted. And, of course, we had kids who were a little overweight to obese, and some kids were just freaky or ugly looking. Most of the athletic boys hung out together and became friendly with the 16 of us in our circle of girls. Besides our basic subjects and daily PE/gym, I continued singing in the advanced glee club. It was nothing like “Glee” on TV now. We wore white blouses, black skirts and stood in place, while we sang. Besides glee club, our school had a choir, orchestra and band. We would perform mostly as just the glee club, but sometimes joined with the band or combined with the choir and orchestra. However, by the end of the year, I had become a bit disenchanted with the types of songs we were singing, and had decided that I would only continue singing in glee club in high school, if the music was more familiar or pop songs.

In P.E. class, we had a fall and spring session of girls fast pitch softball. I really liked the game and could hit and field well. Lisa became quite the pitcher, and could strike everyone out except me and a few other girls. It turned out that our P.E. coach was also the coach for freshman/sophomore women’s softball at the local high school. She encouraged Lisa and me to try out for the high school team next year. She also recommended a couple of baseball camps that we might go to over the summer. I sucked at basketball. While I had a good feel for the baseball bat, I simply didn’t have the touch for shooting baskets. During our winter session of gymnastics, Lisa, Ashley and I loved the tumbling. I could do cartwheels, running back and front flips and a standing back flip. My friend Janice had made the freshman/sophomore high school cheerleading squad. The 3 of us decided that we would try out for the cheerleading squad, when we got to high school.

About 2 weeks into the school year, there was an announcement about Student Council. I didn’t even know we had one. Only 8th graders could run for the Student Council. There were the 4 typical jobs to run for; president, vice-president, secretary and treasurer. Students could campaign, but they didn’t run for specific jobs, and no campaign speeches were given to the students. In other words, it was simply a popularity contest, with the person getting the most votes becoming president, and so on.. I learned that the Student Council had a small fund of spendable money that came from part of the activities fee paid by every student’s parents. This money was to be used to put on 2 school dances: a Holiday dance between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and a dance in the spring. The only other job for the Student Council was to hold a canned food drive for a local food pantry. I decided to run. Lisa became my campaign manager. Her father owned a graphic arts firm, and he made campaign posters and flyers stating “ELECT CHRISTINE TO STUDENT COUNCIL,” along with one of my recent professional head shots from the modeling photographer at the department store. Lisa plastered my posters all over the school.

There was a week of verbal campaigning, followed by the voting on Friday. Brian and our new friend, Meagan, decided to run for Student Council. A boy by the name of Tyler also ran. With his medium length brown hair and almost sad big brown eyes, I wouldn’t have called him especially cute, but rather almost handsome, if a 14 year old boy could be described as handsome? He was kinda quiet and reserved, but serious and cool. There were 4 other candidates: a sorta geeky boy, a really nerdy boy, an almost obese girl who wore glasses, and a very plain somewhat haughty girl. Every morning, we campaigned in the halls before school. We concentrated on the boys, asking them to vote for Meagan and me, but also lobbied the girls. I wasn’t sure if the girls would vote for boys, and the boys for girls, or if each sex might vote for others of the same sex. Each student could vote for 2 candidates. The following Monday the results were announced. I WON!!! I got the most votes and became president of our Student Council. I was genuinely surprised and grateful that so many voted for me. Brian was elected as vice-president, Tyler became secretary and Meagan was treasurer. The Student Council met once a month. We quickly got volunteers for a social committee and a canned food drive committee. The officers lined up DJs for the dances and allocated money for the social committee to use to decorate the gym. Everything went smoothly and were huge successes.

At home, a number of things happened. I got my 1st cell phone. Most of the girls already had one. After my homework was done, I watched TV or listened to music, while I talked endlessly on my cell phone. Another thing I did was to use my computer, while talking on my new cell phone. Yes, I got a new computer in my room. Formerly, I had to share the family computer in our downstairs home office. Dad got me my own checking/savings account, along with a debit card. I had a little financial independence. Dad had saved all the money I made modeling for the department store, since 3rd grade, and transferred it into my new account. I also got a generous monthly allowance, which was deposited into my new account. One of the 1st things I did with my new computer and debit card was to go online and buy 2 new vibrators. Of course I checked the box certifying that I was at least 18 years old, even though I was only 14. My debit card was as good as cash on the Internet. I told Mom what I ordered, and a week or so later my package was waiting for me in my room after school. I bought a 1-1/4” diameter X 6” lightly veined vibe, and a 1-1/2” diameter X 6” flexible authentic penis vibe. I couldn’t wait to try one. I didn’t think that an extra 1/4” in diameter would make much difference. However, when I got my little pussy good and wet, I couldn’t get the 1-1/4” one to easily go inside me. I was a little afraid that I would bust my cherry and bleed all over. Finally, I put an old towel down on my bed and lay on top of it. I worked myself up again, and when it came time to ram it home, I simply pushed hard and forced it inside me. I immediately checked and there was no blood. There was just a momentary slight dull pain. That extra 2” of length, over my old 4” vibe, felt wonderful buried inside me. I figured that I would have to ream my love hole for several months, before trying the larger penis vibe.

Mom and Dad got me signed up with a modeling agency and I took modeling lessons. There were 6 teenage girls in my class, which met one day a week after school, and Saturday mornings for 8 weeks. The 1st thing I was required to get were 4” heels! I was a little wobbly in them for a couple weeks. I even wore them to school a few times. We learned to walk, pose and most importantly, facial expressions, for specific moods or settings of a particular shoot. We had dance lessons, to help with poise and ability to move around in 4” heels. I learned to waltz, jitterbug and samba. Some of the girls in the class aspired to be high fashion runway models that you might see on the cover, or in photo spreads, of popular teen and fashion magazines. My expectations weren’t that high. I loved the camera and the clothes, but already had plans to graduate from high school and go on to college. I was content to be a commercial model. When the modeling classes were over, I was weighed, measured every which way, and the agency had a photographer take professional photos of all of us and put together a model’s portfolio for everyone. The agency sent my photos out whenever a commercial photo shoot was scheduled.

At 14, I wasn’t even eligible for a work permit, but my parents worked things out with the school, so that I could do some occasional modeling jobs. As it turned out, I would get a shoot every 3-4 weeks on average. As a minor, I was hired for jobs based on my portfolio pictures that the agency sent out, and didn’t have to run around for “go sees” or hang around for “cattle calls.” The shoots were held at various photography studios, and perhaps 75% of them were for clothing manufacturers or their reps. They would use the photos to sell their clothes to various retailers. The clothes I modeled ranged from inexpensive lines that you might see in a Wal-Mart or other big box store flyer, to upscale fashion items sold by medium to high end boutiques and retail shops. The remaining 25% of my modeling jobs, which mostly came later, when I had more experience, were held by medium to large retail clothing chains. Those were much more fun and paid better. The models would be photographed in several different lines of pretty nice clothing, and the stores would feature their clothes in their own mail-order catalogues, and their online websites. Sometimes, I would find pictures that I knew were of me, but nobody could tell. They would feature blouses or skirts, but the photos were originally taken as a complete outfit. The photos were cropped so that my face was cut off, and chopped in half so the blouse could be shown separately from the skirt. This was a common practice for low end budget clothes.

Until I could drive, Mom took me to my photo shoots and picked me up. I had to bring my 4” heels, but wear no makeup or special clothes. There were always stylists there to do my hair and makeup the way they wanted it. The after school shoots lasted about 4 hours, and the Saturday shoots could take 6-7 hours. It was exciting, but really hard work. I might average 4 changes of clothes per hour, while 10-20 photos of each outfit were taken in different poses. Many times I got to pick and outfit off a rack to be photographed in, but they mostly wanted brunettes, blondes, etc. to be photographed in particular outfits. There were usually 2 photographers, and it was run like an assembly line. The lights were really hot and the stylists hovered around to touch me up or take care of any perspiration or shine on my face. I modeled everything from underwear and swimwear to coats with boots. Often colored heels, to match an outfit, were provided, but didn’t necessarily fit well. I was paid by the hour, and earned many many times what I might make flipping burgers at a Mickey D’s. There were always free clothes to take home, after the shoot. If I wanted any of the best high end clothes, that I modeled, they could be purchased at a fraction of what they would retail for.

Dates and Parties

During the week of Student Council elections, Lisa, Ashley, Meagan and I discussed having some parties during the fall. Obviously, all the girls couldn’t stop talking about boys. We floated the idea around about having some parties and playing TUGs with some cute boys. Virtually all the girls were excited about the idea, though we weren’t sure how much of this was due to peer pressure. We would find out. Lisa and Ashley had put me to the test, when they tied me to a tree in Ashley’s backyard and invited some boys over to play with me. On Friday nights, many of us went by the carload to watch our high school’s football games, when they played at home. I invited all the girls to a party at my house the last Saturday in September.  Besides the 4 of us, I invited 12 cute hot 8th grade girls, which comprised our entire circle of new close friends. It was to be a party where all the girls could get to know everyone better, play in the pool, sit out in the sun, giggle, laugh, act silly, gossip and discuss boys and sex. We would also play some Truth or Dare, and determine how serious the other girls were about playing TUGs with boys. Ashley, Lisa and Meagan each scheduled subsequent parties that fall, beginning the 1st Saturday in October. They planned to invite around 10 cute boys, and the 4 girls in our group, plus enough of the other girls to even out the boy/girl numbers. It would take 2 parties to include and test/initiate all the other girls. We weren’t going to force anyone to do things they didn’t want to do. We wanted to have fun playing TUGs with the boys, but wanted to insure that everyone was comfortable with the games.

Meanwhile, the same Monday that the Student Council election results were announced a boy name Jake went through the halls passing out invitations to a party the following Saturday evening. I didn’t know him well, or any of his friends. Maybe half of our girls got invitations to his party. He lived in a very small exclusive area on the other side of town, where people had loads of money and lived in mini-mansions. Lisa’s mom took Meagan, Lisa and me a little after 7:00 PM, and my Mom would pick us up at 11:00 PM. There must have been at least 50 kids there. The house was huge. Rap music was blaring throughout the house and out on the large patio/pool area. Jake had gelled and spiked his hair. He wore really tight jeans, a silk shirt, unbuttoned down to his belt, and several gold chains. I guessed that was his version of being cool. I looked around, mingled and talked with people for over an hour. The rap music continued to pound in my head. I danced with several boys, including Brian, Rob and Tyler, for maybe another hour, but the rap music was getting to me. I can only stand so much rap music, and the lyrics blurred and seemed to be all about how guys should treat and handle their women. I sorta liked Tyler, and I coaxed him into one of the out of the way bedrooms to talk and flirt for about half an hour. Jake and his friends seemed to be having a good time. I went out on the patio and got a rude awakening. Jake and his friends, plus sever girls were out there smoking cigarettes. There were several open bottles of vodka available, if I wanted some. One of Jake’s friends offered me some marijuana.

GOD! What had I gotten myself into? There seemed to be no adults around. Lisa and Meagan had joined me out on the patio, and were equally disgusted. I expected that some kids our age might drink a little beer or smoke, but I thought smoking was a disgusting habit. I couldn’t imagine kissing a boy with cigarette breath. I guess I was naive not to think that liquor and drugs would be available at an 8th grade party in 1998. To my knowledge, none of my friends, or kids I knew well, smoked or drank. We moved through the house looking for a place to escape the booming rap music. Finding no quiet refuge, we went outside on the front lawn, and I called my Mom to pick us up early. Lisa and I made a sweep through the house and those of our girlfriends there joined us out in front, along with quite a few boys. Everyone was turned off by Jake and his friends. We mentally eliminated the names of those doing drugs, drinking, or even smoking, from any list of potential invitees to any parties.

My party was coming up the following Saturday. Mom was helping me with the party and knew what we were up to for the upcoming TUG parties. She picked the 4 of us up after school on Tuesday, and took us into town. While Mom did a few errands, Meagan and Ashley went to the hardware store to buy more cotton rope. Lisa and I went to the thrift shop. They had a huge basket of scarves, which we could use for blindfolds and gags. Nearly all of them were inexpensive square nylon scarves, measuring about 24” X 24,” but there were even a few silk ones mixed in. We bought 20 dark colored scarves, including 4 silk ones, for $0.50 each. There was a large clean duffle bag for sale at $2.00, and we bought that to hold all our scarves and ropes. I’m not sure how many feet of rope the other girls bought. We picked up dinner on the way home, and all the girls ate at my house.

After dinner, Mom showed me how to setup and use her sewing machine. Lisa folded the scarves in half longwise into triangles. Then, she folded the middle up upon itself, until the scarves were about 6” wide, with each end coming to a narrow point. I stitched them up with the sewing machine, so that they would permanently hold their shape and could be used either for a blindfold or cleave gag. Ashley and Meagan had gotten some helpful advice, at the hardware store, about the cut ends of the cotton rope becoming frayed and unraveled. They had bought a large bag of flexible heat shrink tubes measuring about 2” long. They were used to seal electrical wiring. After the rope was cut, one of the sleeves was slipped over the end. The rope end and sleeve were held and rotated over a candle or lighter. The heat shrunk the sleeve and made a tight connection, similar to the ends of a shoelace that prevented the rope from unraveling. When we all finished, we had 20 blindfold/gags and 50 lengths of rope for our TUGs. There were enough sleeves left for us to do the rest of our personal ropes. Everything fit in the duffle, and we would have it available for each of out TUG parties.

Christine’s Girls Party

The girls were to come around 3:00 PM on Saturday, and wear sexy play clothes and their sexiest underwear. I told them to bring their swimsuits, poolside necessities, cosmetics and vibrators. We would order dinner to be delivered, and we had plenty of towels for everyone. Lisa and Ashley, the hosts for the next 2 TUG parties and our main instigators and connivers, came early to go over plans for the Truth or Dare game and later games. Lisa had printed out some sheets with suggested truth questions and possible dares, to be passed around just before the game. My Mom answered the door and ushered the girls into the great room of our guest apartment. If there were any questioning parents, dropping off girls, my Mom assured them that there were no boys coming, and guaranteed that there would be NO smoking, drugs or alcohol. When most of the girls had arrived, I suggested they split up and use one of the 2 bedrooms to change into their swimsuits and head out to the pool. I was already in my bikini and beach robe, so after the last girls arrived and started to change, I headed out to the pool. My parents hold 3-4 pool parties a year, with as many as 40-50 people invited, so there is always a huge stack of clean towels available.

We had a great time! Everyone got along. Lisa, Ashley and I circulated and made sure everyone got to know and talk with everyone else. Most of the girls swam a little, and more stood in the shallow end tossing a beach ball around as they talked. We have 8 chaise lounges and 2 double wide redwood padded chaises, plus 2 large picnic tables off to one side of the pool area. A few girls didn’t want to get wet, but the rest of us ganged up on them and threw them into the pool. The chatter never stopped. About 5:30 PM, I moved around to see what the girls wanted to eat. Pizza was the unanimous choice, so I placed the order for delivery. We have a little strip of paved driveway, about 15’ wide, that extends in-between our detached garage and the kitchen entrance at the side of our house. Mom will often park there to unload groceries or packages. The pool man pulls in there and uses the gate in the fencing around the pool, to get in and clean it. I told the pizza delivery guy to pull in by the pool gate to make his delivery. He arrived about 6:00 PM, but certainly didn’t expect 16 bikini clad 14 year old hotties to crowd around him, flirting and touching his muscular arms and chest. He was really a hot guy, but was at least 20 years old, and we were all jailbait. He left blushing, but got a huge tip.

We sat around the 2 picnic tables to eat. There was an outdoor refrigerator loaded with bottled water and pop, plus a big bowl of fresh fruit. Other than the brief interruption for the pizza delivery, conversations picked right up where they had left off. They were already talking about Ashley’s and Lisa’s TUG parties, but they would have to wait until after we played our games to find out more. When about half of the girls had finished eating, I suggested that they go and get changed, so that everyone wouldn’t be using the bedrooms and bathrooms all at once. Meagan stayed and helped me clean up, while the rest of the girls got dressed. While Meagan and I changed into our play clothes, Lisa and Ashley got the girls together for our Truth or Dare game and circulated the sheets with the suggested truth questions and dares. When I finished dressing and got out to the great room, everyone was excited and ready to play. The fact that the game was obviously going to be of a sexual nature didn’t seem to bother anyone. I divided everyone into 2 groups of 8 girls each, making sure that the girls from each of the 4 elementary school groups were split up. We would sit in 2 circles on the carpeted floor and play 2 separate games.

To speed up the game and get the answers we hoped for, I explained that a simple “truth” question such as: “Have you had sex with any boy?” or “Do you play with yourself?” could be changed to “truth for all” and everyone in the circle would have to answer it. I allowed “double dares”, whereby someone choosing dare could also make anyone else perform the dare, including the person who gave the dare. I had 3 of our blindfolds available to be used for each game. Finally, Lisa sat next to me in one game, and Ashley was in the other game circle. They had little spiral books and would take notes during the game, to help them decide on compatibility and who to invite to their parties.

The truth questions revealed a lot about everyone –

*  Which girls liked which boys?

*  Which girls had made out with which boys?

*  Which girls had been felt up by which boys?

*  Which girls had gone past 2nd base with a boy, and with who?

*  How often did each girl play with herself?

*  Which girls had orgasms, and how many per session?

*  Which girls had been tied up by a boy, and how far did it go?

*  Which girls wanted to be tied up and played with?

*  Which boy(s) would each girl like to have tie them up and play with them?

*  If tied up, which girls would like to make out and be felt up?

*  If tied up, which girls would let a boy play with their bare breasts?

*  Which girls would enjoy being blindfolded?

The dares started slowly, but steadily became more personal and intimate. Virtually all of the dares turned into double dares, and that made it much more fun for everyone. The dares were often repeated, and when a girl chose dare, she might have to –

*  Do a sexy striptease down to her bra and panties, or

*  Do a striptease until she was totally naked.

*  Make out with another girl for 2-3 minutes.

*  Do a tickle dare, where she lay on the floor in the center of the circle, and everyone else pounced on her and tickled her senseless.

*  Do a spanking dare, where everybody got 2 whacks on her bare bottom.

*  Be blindfolded in the center of the circle, spun around, and try to identify the random girls who made out with her. It stopped when she got one right.

*  Do any of the above 3 dares in the other game’s circle.

*  Be blindfolded and let all the other girls play with her titties.

I kept close watch on the other game next to us, and it seemed to be progressing like ours. After 6 girls, from our game, had their bare titties played with, and 4 girls (including me) had fingered their pussies, we decided to end the game. Everyone was so hot and horny that they wanted to play with their vibrators. As I got my 3 vibes, I picked up a stack of 8 towels and spread them out on the great room carpet. We had a brief show and tell of vibrators among all the girls. They ranged in size from small pocket rockets up to my 1-1/2” X 6” flexible penis vibe. I quickly confessed that I had not been able to get my biggest vibe inside me yet. After passing some vibes around and answering some questions, the 8 girls from our game each lay on a towel and started to masturbate, while the rest of the girls watched. I glanced at some of the others, and saw no new or interesting techniques, so I started playing with myself. I got off the 1st time by simply using my finger inside my pussy, and 2 more fingers rubbing my clit. My 2nd orgasm came quickly after my 1st, with the aid of my medium sized vibe.

After I had finished with myself, for the time being, Ashley came up to me and whispered that 2 of the girls in her game, Jill and Kelley, had not experienced an orgasm ever. I looked around and found the 2 huddled at the perimeter of the group. Jill looked like she was ready to burst into tears. I told Ashley that I would see if I could help. I picked up 2 blindfolds and went to the 2 girls and said, “Let’s go into a bedroom where we can have some privacy. I thought that I would try and talk them through the process. I only knew how I did it. I had no idea if there was some psychological or physiological reason for Jill and Kelley not being able to orgasm. I had each of them lie back on the bed and put a blindfold on. Their vibrators were left by their sides. I told them to clear their minds and just think of some cute singer or actor they had a crush on. I told them to take their time, and start by playing with their breasts and nipples, until they were really really hard. By then they should begin to feel a little something in their pussies, but not to go straight there right away.

I advised them to try and sensually caress their bodies, and find areas that felt sensitive and pleasurable, working their way down to their inner thighs. I mentioned that rubbing little circles along their inner thighs, as they worked their way closer and closer to their pussies, was a sure turn on for me. Rather than jamming a finger in your pussy right away, I suggested they thoroughly rub their outer and inner pussy lips, until they were good and wet. The other hand could go back to play with their nipples. When they got to finger fucking, I reminded them to curve their finger, so that as they plunged in and out, they would also wake up and stimulate their clits. Finally, as their hips were bucking and they seriously finger fucked themselves, I told them to use 1-2 fingers, from their other hand, to rub their clits until they (hopefully) came. Kelly shook and quivered and came 1st, with a big sigh of pleasure and relief. Jill screeched in surprise, as her 1st orgasm overtook her. As both girls recovered from their 1st orgasms, I picked up and turned on their vibrators. When I put them in each girl’s hand, I told them to use them inside of their pussies, until they felt like they were getting close to coming again, and then use it on your clit, until you come again. It was beautiful to watch these 2 cute girls getting so much pleasure from their bodies. The moans and gasps they made were turning me on. I think that within another 5 minutes, each girl had a 2nd huge orgasm.

After the girls recovered and removed their blindfolds, I said that we should rejoin the others. Each gave me a big hug and kiss of thanks. As we emerged back into the great room, the girls had huge smiles on their faces, and I nodded to everyone, signifying success. While a few girls stood around and talked, most were trying other’s vibes or just getting off for an unknown number of orgasms. Jill and Kelly promptly got on a towel, to show everyone what they could do. Ashley drew my attention to Meagan. She had my 1-1/2” x 6” penis vibe and was plunging it in and out of her pussy with ease. I began to wonder if she already had sex with a boy. I decided not to masturbate anymore, because I had one more surprise for the girls. I went back to the larger bedroom (the one that I began to call “mine.”) I went into the small walk-in closet, behind some stacked boxes, and retrieved the duffle bag. Back in the great room, I got everyone’s attention, and told them to put away the vibrators, because I had one more surprise for them to play with. The vibes were all lined up on the kitchen marble countertop, for later washing. I got the girls in the center of the room in a circle, slowly unzipped the duffle bag, and dumped all 50 lengths of our ropes onto the floor. There were shrieks of delight from the girls and everyone grabbed for pieces of rope. It was pandemonium!

I got all 20 of our blindfold/gags and put them out. We had a little over an hour of time left, before everyone had to get dressed and leave. It seemed everyone was tying someone up. Lisa, Ashley, Meagan and I helped, and soon all 12 of the other girls were tied with their wrists behind their backs and were blindfolded. Some of the girls were on the floor on towels, some were just standing, and 6 of the girls were seated on the sofas and chairs. The 4 of us were the only ones still free. Meagan asked me to tie her up. She thrust her elbows behind her back, until they touched, and asked me to first tie her arms above her elbows. She was really flexible, and her tits stuck out proudly on her chest. Next, I tied her wrists, but her palms were facing, rather than crossed wrists. I tied her ankles together, and then her legs above her knees. Finally, I blindfolded her and gagged her. It was the most stringent tie-up I had ever seen. As Meagan and the other girls wiggled, struggled and tested their bonds, Lisa, Ashley and I took the remaining ropes and tied the ankles and knees of the girls who were seated and lying on the floor.

We took the blindfolds off the girls who were standing, and gagged them, so they could see what everyone looked like. Meagan looked like she was having a lot of fun, wiggling her hips and twisting around. We decided to play with her titties for a little while, which made her moan in pleasure. After about 30 minutes, we untied the girls who were standing except Meagan. They went and untied other girls. I guess there was a lot of untying and re-tying, because the girls wanted to try different things. I couldn’t tell for sure, because Lisa and Ashley decided to tie me up like Meagan. I was really surprised when Lisa was able to pin my arms behind my back, with my elbows touching, while Ashley tied my arms and wrists. I was stable enough to stand, when my ankles and knees were tied together, because I was barefooted. When I was blindfolded and gagged, it all felt comfortable and stirred wonderful feelings inside me. From time to time, girls played with my tits, which really made me feel horny. There was a lot going on around me. I judged everyone was having fun, from all the giggles and moans I heard. When I was finally untied, I discovered that I was the last one to be released. Half of the girls were already dressed. I raced to get dressed, comb my hair and put on a little lipstick. When everyone was dressed, ready and had all their stuff, we gathered in the great room. Ashley, Lisa and then Meagan announced plans for their TUG parties, to be held every other week beginning the following Saturday. They would invite an equal number of boys and girls, based on the girl’s answers to the Truth or Dare questions. Ashley said that invitations would go out the following Monday for her party.

We all moved out to our living room to await the parents, who were picking up the girls. Everyone thanked me, said they had a great time and left with smiles on their faces. Ashley, Lisa and Meagan stayed behind. We decided to meet the next afternoon at Lisa’s to discuss the parties and decide who to invite. My Mom drove them home.

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I have to tell you here that along with my new independence came more responsibilities. Whenever I used the guest apartment to entertain, I had to clean it thoroughly afterward. I was up early the next morning and had to –

1. Pickup around the pool
2. Collect all the garbage and take it out
3. Gather up the recyclable bottles and take them out
4. Restock the refrigerator by the pool
5. Wash, dry, fold and put all the used towels away. If any beds were used, I had to do the bed linens, too, and remake the beds
6. Cleanup the kitchen area and do something with the leftover food
7. UGH! I had to clean 3 bathrooms, including the: sinks, countertops, showers, toilets and floors
8. Finally, I had to vacuum all the carpeting in the great room and 2 bedrooms.

You can imagine how messy 16 girls can be. There were some forgotten cosmetics that I threw out. I eventually found the owners of the 2 bras and one pair of panties that were left behind. I finished in time for our family’s formal Sunday dinner at 1:00 PM. After dinner, I walked over to Lisa’s. I had my bikini on under my clothes and we sat around an umbrella table by the pool. Lisa was convinced that any boy would jump at the chance to play TUGs with any of our 16 girls, and had prepared a list of about 25 boys that she deemed cute. Ashley and Lisa had already looked at each other’s notes from the Truth or Dare games the night before. While Meagan and I looked over the notes, we started discussing who to invite to Ashley’s 1st party. I noted that a number of the girls had said that they had been tied up by older or younger siblings, while babysitting, but nothing sexual had occurred. Several of the girls had gone as far as having their bare breasts played with. None of the girls had had sex before. Since all this was our idea, and we had all the necessary equipment, and we were giving the parties, it was decided that all 4 of us would attend each party. Ashley and Lisa decided that they would each invite 6 of the other 12 girls to their parties, and 10 boys. Meagan said that she could invite 20-30 people to her party at her big house, but would hold off until after the 1st 2 parties were over, to see how things went.

Ashley had been hanging and playing TUGs with Brian and Rob, as had I, and said that she wanted to invite both of them. Lisa and Matt were together, so Matt was on the list. I surprised everyone, when I told them I wanted to invite Tyler. He was on Lisa’s big list, but near the bottom. Meagan had no one in particular in mind to invite, but was sure, from our stories, that Brian and Rob would be a lot of fun. Now we just had to come up with 6 more girls, and 6 boys to please them. I suggested that Ashley invite the most uninhibited girls, making sure that we had at least 1 from each of the other 3 groups of girls. They would most likely have a lot of fun and tell good stories about the 1st TUG party. The other girls continued discussing (arguing) the parties. I had done my part. I really didn’t want to get in the middle of deciding which girls to cut from the 1st party. I had a few favorites, but wasn’t going to say anymore. I was certain that I would have fun at all the parties, and maybe meet a couple more nice boys. So, I dove into Lisa’s pool and swam laps for about 20 minutes. When I emerged from the pool, everything had been decided, and I was pleased with the final list. I said that I would wash all the scarves, and Ashley would pickup our duffle sometime before the party. She asked me to burn a couple CDs of slow songs, to use for some hot sexy TUG dancing. We hung around for about another hour, before I headed home.

I had actually already been on a date. My first real date! On the Friday night before my girl’s party, Rob and I went out to a movie. His father drove us to the mall. We stopped in a few stores, ate at the food court and went to a movie, which started a little after 8:00 PM. Dating was much different than the hours of free time I had over the summer to be with a boy. We had to rely on being driven and picked up, but had a great time. I really liked Rob, not just because he was cute, but he had a great personality and sense of humor. We could talk about anything, and there never were awkward periods where nobody had anything to say. By the time my Mom picked us up after the movie, it was sometime after 11:00 PM when we got back to my house. Our curfew was 12:00 midnight, so we had less than an hour to do anything. We went into the guest apartment, continued talking about the movie, put on some music, started dancing, and eventually wound up on a sofa making out. That was cut short, because it was time to take Rob home. There would have been no time to play TUGs.

Ashley passed out the invitations to the 1st TUG party, before school in the hall on Monday morning. It seemed that by the end of the day everyone in the school knew about the party, and which boys and girls had been invited. During the day, Lisa and I found the other 6 of our girls, who did not get invitations, and assured them that they were going to be invited to Lisa’s party. I had another date on Friday night. Lisa and I were double dating with Matt and Brian. Matt’s father got 4 tickets to a small theater, where a new band was giving a concert. Matt’s father drove us and picked us up. It was over a 30 minute trip each way. The theater was packed with maybe 500 screaming teenagers. The band did 3 sets, with 2 lead vocalists, and sang a variety of songs. They were pretty good, but I decided not to buy their only CD that was for sale in the lobby. It was almost 11:30 PM, when we got out of the concert. We drove straight home, and there was no time to get together and do any making out. I was dropped off first. Brian had a moment to get out of the car and give me a good night kiss.

Since my talk with Tyler, in a bathroom at Jake’s party, we kept in touch at school and talked on the phone regularly. He was an only child and both of his parents worked. They lived in a modest 2 bedroom home. Tyler and I had similar interests in music and sports. He was no jock, but slender and muscular. Basketball and baseball were his sports. I said before that he was quiet and reserved, but he certainly wasn’t shy. He had a wonderful sense of humor and we often kidded each other. I was hoping that he would ask me out before Ashley’s party. Instead, I invited him over Sunday afternoon, 2 days after my double date. I told Tyler to bring a swimsuit and his favorite CD that we had been talking about. In the great room of our guest apartment, I played his CD on our sound system. We talked, while we listened, and eventually started dancing. After a few more songs, I suggested that we change and go out for a swim. We swam and splashed and played in the pool. Tyler was an excellent swimmer, and even dove off the low board at the deep end of our pool. We started playing with a beach ball. One of us would throw it, and we would both swim and race underwater, to see who could get to it first. At one point the beach ball was in the deep end. Tyler easily beat me to it, because I had dove deep below him. A minute later, I surfaced facing Tyler, between him and the beach ball, and grabbed him by the shoulders. My body was plastered against Tyler’s, he held onto the beach ball behind me, keeping us afloat, and after we stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments, he kissed me. We shared a few soft short kisses, and one really good one, before I hinted that we should continue this out of the pool.

We dried off, I combed my hair out and we settled side-by-side on one of our double wide cushioned redwood chaises. We started making out immediately, and hungrily used our lips and tongues to devour each other. After 15-20 minutes, we were out of breath and had to take a break. Tyler may have been a bit apprehensive, because he started asking me about Ashley’s upcoming TUGs party and what goes on. I told him that Ashley had a pool for swimming or just hanging around, and there would be food. We might dance some, play Truth or Dare, and would play some kissing games or TUGs. When he asked me about the TUGs, I offered to demonstrate. I had Tyler schooch over a little towards the center of the chaise. I had him clasp his wrists behind his back and close his eyes. I said that during a game your wrists would be tied and you would be blindfolded, so just lie there and have fun. “Now,” I said, “I get to touch and kiss you anywhere above your waist.” I started by caressing his chest, and then kissing him, with tender moist kisses, all over his abdomen and chest, up to his neck. Then, I began making out with him in earnest. I made out with him for only a few minutes and then broke it off, saying, “Now you try it.”

We switched positions. I reclined on my back and put my arms behind me. I told him that he could touch and kiss me anywhere above my waist. He asked me, “Anywhere?” I nodded yes. Tyler began caressing my bare torso, while making out with me. Eventually, I felt his hand gently touch one of my breasts. He tentatively gave it a little squeeze, and I moaned in approval. With that encouragement, Tyler abandoned our making out and explored my breasts patiently, while I moaned all the while. His fingers found my taut nipples through my bikini top. He gently squeezed them, flicked them and rubbed them, eliciting even louder moans from me. Tyler was going to be a “tit man.” I expected a little more making out, but when it didn’t happen, I said, “Let’s stop here and save some for Ashley’s party.”

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Ashley’s TUG Party

The big day arrived. It was Saturday and the day of Ashley’s 1st TUG party with boys. I was excited all day, and could hardly wait for it to begin. I wondered what games Ashley and Lisa had devised for us to play, although I had a clue when everyone was told to wear tennis shoes. I wasn’t sure how far I would go with the other boys. Everyone knew what to bring and wear. The girls were to arrive at 3:30 PM and the boys at 4:00 PM. Lisa stopped by a little after 3:00 PM, and we walked over to Ashley’s. It was a somewhat hot beautiful October Saturday, so I wore a sleeveless button blouse and a short flirty flair skirt. Actually, since the beginning of summer, I had grown some in the right places. I was beginning to get some nice curves, but my waist stayed narrow. My breasts had also grown. I was wearing a B cup bra most of the time, but for parties and dates I wore my sexiest old A cup bras, so that my boobs bulged more and showed more of me. Lisa and I arrived at Ashley’s about 10 minutes before the rest of the girls were due. We stashed our stuff and followed Ashley out to her backyard, along with the duffle. Ashley would answer the door, show the girls where to put their things and direct them out to the backyard, where Lisa and I would prepare them for the boys to arrive.

You will remember from PART ONE, that Ashley’s backyard is surrounded by a tall stockade fence, and there are 10 trees spaced along the rear of her backyard, with bark mulch covering the dirt. That is where Ashley and Lisa tied me to a tree and invited some boys over to play with me. Meagan was the 1st girl to arrive. She broke into a huge smile, when she saw Lisa and me waiting for her, by the trees, with the duffle bag full of ropes and scarves. We quickly tied her hands behind the 1st tree, tied her ankles together, blindfolded and gagged her. As the other girls arrived, we did the same to them. After the last girl arrived and was tied and gagged to a tree, Lisa announced, that when the boys arrived, each of them would have 5 minutes to make out with them and play with them above the waist. Brian and Rob were the first 2 boys to arrive, and while they stood and watched, Lisa tied me to the 8th tree and blindfolded me. I heard more boys arriving, and Lisa was apparently un-gagging the rest of the girls, because I started to hear some of them talking to each other. I assumed that all the boys were assembled, when I heard Ashley repeat the rules of the game for everyone, and said, “GO!”

The first 2 boys that came to me said nothing. They simply held me by the waist and made out with me. The rest of them felt me up from tentatively to thoroughly, while making out. Some kissed a little hard, but most were tender. Some boys were just a little rough with my breasts, but most made me feel good and turned me on, as they felt me up. Some said a few words, and I could identify Brian, Rob, Tyler, Matt and a couple others. There were 8 girls tied to trees and 10 boys there. Ashley and Lisa were watching and would call out “SWITCH” periodically. I was really getting turned on near the end and lost count, but I think 12 boys made out with me. Obviously, some boys got 2nd’s, with me, before Ashley called a stop. All the girls were untied and released. My tits were tingling and I felt my horny wetness, between my legs, as I started to walk. Everyone went into Ashley’s rec room. The boys were told to use the bathroom or the rec room to change into their swimsuits, while the girls went upstairs to change. We used Ashley’s bedroom and bathroom, plus the adjacent guest room, to change into our bikinis. I was glad that all the girls seemed excited and had a good time. We were all comparing our experiences and trying to figure out which of the boys did what with us. Everyone was eager to play more games.

By the time we were all ready and went downstairs, the boys were already in Ashley’s pool. Her pool was a large irregularly shaped rectangle, with lots of wavy curves and no right angles. The depth ranged from 4’-6’. It was a little hot out, and the girls all jumped into the pool. For about the next hour everyone moved about. There was a little swimming, but probably more flirty splashing outbursts. Meagan and I moved around the pool, stopping to talk with everyone. Our job was to see that kids were circulating and having a chance to talk (flirt) with everyone, and to see that no couples got too attached and exclusive at this early stage of the party. Lisa and Ashley generally stayed put, and kids came to them. If Ashley saw some kids that had been together for a long time, she would signal to us. The boys knew who they made out with, but this was the girl’s opportunity to discover the boys, that made out with them, that they liked. When I came to Brian and Rob, I kissed both of them. Meagan gave Rob a little kiss, and maybe this signaled she had found someone she really liked. I would find out later. 

I saw Tyler and another boy, Billy, standing alone at the edge of the pool. I hoped they had a good time, with the girls, and hadn’t alienated themselves. They were neighborhood friends for many years, and said they were just scoping out the girls. As I moved in on Tyler, I gave Meagan a little signal that we would split them up and take them to other groups of kids. I kissed Tyler, and whispered in his ear that I hoped we could get together in some of the later games. Meagan took Billy over to a group of 3 girls and 2 boys, while I took Tyler over to Brian and Rob, who were talking to 2 other girls.  A little while later, Ashley’s mom came out and started the gas grill.

Lisa and Ashley called everybody out of the pool and told them to dry off. It turned out that Brian and Rob were going to be our barbeque chefs. In the shade of the house, a large picnic table, along with 3 card tables, had been set. A large cooler was bulging with iced soft drinks and bottled water. I took Tyler to the middle of the picnic table, and we saved seats for Brian and Rob at the end, to be close to the grill for their cooking duties. Matt joined us at the picnic table, and we saved places for Ashley and Lisa, who, along with Ashley’s mom, were carrying out food. Hot dogs, hamburgers and buns were set out alongside the grill. Containers of coleslaw and potato salad were set on each table. Brian and Rob began taking orders for dogs or burgers. Meagan filled out our picnic table, along with a boy named Peter. The 1st card table had 2 boys and 2 girls sitting at it, but I was a little disappointed when the 2nd card table had all girls, and the 3rd had all boys. After everyone had their fill, Ashley’s mom brought out a big sheet cake for dessert. The boys wolfed this down, but I only had room for a ½ piece.

Everybody helped clean up or carry the extra food back to the kitchen. By then, everyone’s bathing suits were dry. Ashley and Lisa herded the group into the rec room. This was going to be the girl’s chance to play. The boys were scattered around the room. Each girl was told to pick a blindfold and 1-2 pieces of rope, and then pick a boy to tie up in a standing position. More squeals erupted from the girls, as they grabbed equipment and rushed to claim a boy. I was lagging behind, knowing that I would have an equal chance at all the boys. I snuck around, after all the boys were blindfolded, and tied Brian, Rob, Tyler and Matt’s ankles together. I was left with Billy to tie up and blindfold. The boys were shirtless in their swim trunks, and the girls were still in their bikinis. Ashley announced that this would be a progressive slow dance. Each girl would get one song to dance, make out and play with a boy, above the waist. There would be no repeats. Each girl had to have one dance with each boy. Ashley started the slow dance CD that I had burned for her. I started with Billy, and since he was Tyler’s friend, I gave him the full treatment. Besides making out with him, I gave him moist hot kisses all over his neck and chest. I was nibbling on Billy’s nipples when the song ended, and I had to move to another boy. I didn’t have much interest in the other 5 boys. I held them by their shoulders or waist, swayed a little with the music and made out with them, but never got passionate or carried away.

Even though Matt was with Lisa, I wanted to find out if he had mellowed a little, because last summer in Ashley’s backyard, he was a little rough and kissed rather stiffly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drew him close and asked him how he was doing, so that he knew who I was. I made out with him for the entire song. I used my tongue and we were going at each other hot and heavy, when the song ended. Matt had become a great kisser. I let Brian, Rob and Tyler know who I was, when my turn came to dance with them. I put 100% effort into making out with each of them. I was as seductive and passionate as I could be, within the time limits of one song, and sensually ran my hands all over their wonderful bare chests, while kissing them like there was no tomorrow. Brian was the last boy I danced with, and I kept kissing him several minutes after the music stopped. The boys were all released. Everyone looked like they had fun. I noticed that maybe 3/4 of the girls had moved to stand with a particular boy. This was one of the purposes of the TUG party, to get people together. Ashley announced that the girls would go upstairs to change, and the boys could change into their clothes in the bathrooms or rec room. We would get together in about 30 minutes to play Truth or Dare. Ashley passed out cards to all the boys, where they were to list 3 girls that they wanted to tie up and play with.

Upstairs, the girls got cards to list 3 boys who they wanted to tie them up and play with them.  There were 2 bathrooms and 10 girls that had to get dressed and put their makeup on. It was a zoo! Everyone was comparing the different boys and most said who they were going to put on their cards. It probably took more than 30 minutes before we all went downstairs to rejoin the boys and play Truth or Dare. Ashley had everyone sit in a large oval on the carpeted rec room floor. Ashley explained the rules to everyone. To keep the game going, we played a double game. That is, 2 people, from opposite ends of the oval would ask “Truth or Dare” to someone at about the same time. There were double dares, of course, and the penalty for anyone refusing to do a dare was to bend over and let everyone spank their ass. Blindfolds/gags and pieces of rope were on the floor, in the center of the oval, for use in the game. There were 2 bathrooms, a closet and the screened porch off the rec room, to send couples for some making out.

The game got off to a fast start. In the first few minutes, using double dares, 4 girls had done stripteases down to their bras and panties, and 4 boys had stripped down to their underwear. Several couples had gone off to one of the rooms for 7 minutes, with either the boy or the girl blindfolded and tied. When I accepted Lisa’s dare, she tied my wrists behind my back, blindfolded me and led me into the closet, where I waited. One boy came in and made out with me, followed by a 2nd boy. I couldn’t figure out who they were. I began to wonder how long this dare would last. When a 3rd boy entered the closet, Brian asked me if I wanted to have a little more fun. Of course, I said, “Yes!” We made out for a couple minutes, and then Brian unbuttoned my blouse. Next, he grabbed my bra and pushed it up as far as he could, exposing my breasts. For the remainder of his time, we made out, while his hands and fingers played with my bare tits. When a 4th boy replaced Brian, he gasped audibly. Brian had really turned me on. I told the 4th boy to go ahead and have fun and do what he wanted. While we made out some, he seemed fascinated with my nipples. He squeezed and pulled and rubbed them into hard swollen peaks. GOD, I was really horny! I could no longer ignore that tingly feeling in my pussy, and began squirming and rubbing my legs together. The 5th boy turned out to be Tyler. I asked him what he thought of the party so far. He replied that it was great and more than he had expected. I responded that I didn’t know how much time he had, so play with me and do what you want. Tyler played with my breasts for several minutes, before we started making out. He turned me on just as much as Brian did.

Lisa came in to break us up, asking me if I liked her dare. I did. She took off my blindfold, and said she was going to leave me as I was. She led me back to my spot in the game. There were cheers and knowing smiles at my appearance, from the other players. I’m sure I was blushing, but had a big smile on my face. I noticed that all the boys had stripped to their underwear. Three girls wore only their panties. The rest of the girls, not off somewhere making out, were down to their bras and panties. Meagan and one of the topless girls had their wrists tied behind their backs, like me. A few turns later, I had to make out with Ashley in front of everyone. When one boy was dared to make out with any other boy, he refused. As arbitrator, Ashley asked if any boy was willing to make out with him, 2 said they would. Therefore, the boy who was dared and refused had to endure a thorough spanking from everyone. For those of us who were tied, a boy got to take our turns. By the time the spanking was over, the boy was yelping from the pain.

Matt was blindfolded, with his wrists tied behind his back, in one of the bathrooms. I got to go in for 7 minutes and make out with him. He already had a pretty good bulge in his boxers. I rubbed my bare titties all over his bare chest, while kissing and playing tongue tag with him. With my hands still tied behind me, my final dare of the game was to lie on my back in front of everyone, and let the girls play with my titties. They showed me no mercy, as they rubbed, squeezed, pinched and pulled my nipples as far as they could. The game had gone on for about 1-1/2 hours or more, when Ashley called a stop. Everyone seemed to have a great time. From the dares, the tone had been set for whatever games Ashley had planned next. Everyone was released, and Ashley told everyone to get dressed and take a break. We all headed for the kitchen, where snacks were set out. The leftover cake, from dinner, was there, plus 2 plates of cookies (chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin). The boys stood around the kitchen table and devoured what was left of the cake. I grabbed a couple cookies and a Coke from the refrigerator, and moved to join the girls, who had congregated in the food preparation area of the kitchen. I split my Coke with Meagan. The girls were all whispering about who they liked and wanted to tie them up for the next game, along with comparing notes about specific boys. Several girls asked me about Brian and Rob, because they already knew that we had been hanging and playing for some time. A few girls wished that they were felt up with their bras off. About 15 minutes into the break, Ashley appeared and asked me to join her upstairs.

When we got up to Ashley’s bedroom, she had all the boy’s and girl’s cards spread out on a table. She explained, that in the next TUG game, the girls would be tied and blindfolded and become the slaves of a boy for 30 minutes. After that initial 30 minutes, all the boys had to trade their “girl slaves” for a final 30 minute TUG game. From the cards, it appeared that 7 of the 10 boys would get either their 1st or 2nd choices. The problem was our friend Meagan. She had picked Rob, Brian and Matt on her card. Yet, on those boy’s cards, NONE of those 3 boys had selected Meagan AT ALL! Rob, Brian and Matt had picked Ashley, Lisa and me in various orders. There was somewhat of a trend, in that boys and girls had picked people they had known previously from their neighborhoods. Meagan was the 3rd pick on 3 different boy’s cards. All right, I suggested somewhat of a manipulation. It wouldn’t make Meagan happy, but would please 70% or more of the boys and girls for the next game. To start the next game, I thought that the girls should be tied and blindfolded, standing in a line. Ashley would SILENTLY point to a boy to go and claim who he wanted as his slave. Ashley could arrange the cards in a certain order, to ensure that at least 7 of the boys got their 1st or 2nd choices. Of the last 3 boys to claim a slave girl, Meagan would get picked as a 3rd choice for one of them, and that was the best that we could do.

Finally, Ashley wanted to be a slave for Brian and Rob, and have both of them play with her. She thought the 2 boys would claim the 2 of us, and then we could trade for the 2nd round of the slave game. The fix was in. Furthermore, Ashley said that there were plenty of places downstairs for the other 8 couples to find a little privacy and play, and that Brian and Rob could bring us up to the bedrooms to play. Well, it was Ashley’s party, and I went along. She thought that maybe we might get the chance to use our vibrators, to get off at least once. I went back downstairs, to the kitchen, and Lisa snagged me immediately, wondering what was going on. We moved to a far corner of the kitchen, and I whispered to her about Meagan, but didn’t mention anything else. By then, Ashley had come downstairs. She told everyone to move back to the rec room. I saw her take Brian and Rob aside, to speak with them. The girls were all told to line up, and Ashley told the boys to tie the girl’s hands behind their backs, and blindfold them. When the girls were prepared, Ashley announced the next TUG game. One by one, the boys would claim a girl to be their slave for 30 minutes. Additional ropes and gags could be used and anything goes above the waist. After 30 minutes, the boys would return to the rec room, with their girls, and trade slaves, with another boy, for a final 30 minute session.

After a few minutes, I felt someone come up behind me and gently grasped my shoulders. He whispered in my ear that we were going upstairs. It was Rob. I asked him to gag me, and bring whatever extra rope he wanted to use. He knew what I liked. I think girls were still being claimed, and others were being led away, when Rob tightly cleave gagged me. I was still standing in my original spot in the rec room, but began moaning and struggling. Soon, I was led away. I think both Rob and Brian helped me climb the stairs to one of the bedrooms. I assumed Ashley was with us, though I didn’t even know if she had been tied yet. I was taken into one of the bedrooms and heard the door click shut. I stood there waiting. Rob said, “OK slave, I’m going to do what I want with you.” “If you resist, I’ll spank your ass so hard that you won’t be able to sit down!” “Is that clear?” Still gagged, I nodded my head, yes. I was already really excited, and welcomed this role playing as part of the TUG. OH GOD, as I stood there, Rob’s hands started caressing my upper legs. To HELL with “anything goes above the waist,” Rob had done this before and drove me crazy. His hands slowly caressed my upper legs, from my knees upwards, coming awfully close to my panties. His hands were under my skirt, and his fingers incessantly made little circles on my inner thighs. He had me. I was already moaning into my gag and writhing about. Rob stood up behind me and started caressing my torso, paying particular attention to playing with my breasts through my blouse and bra. He felt me up thoroughly, before slowly unbuttoning my blouse from behind, and pushing it away. Next, Rob felt me up through my bra for several minutes, before unhooking and freeing my boobs. Rob instructed me not to resist, and then untied my wrists. In a swift motion, he removed my blouse from behind me, and slid my bra off my arms in front of me. He crossed my wrists behind my back and re-tied them. I was now blindfolded, gagged, topless and bound.

I was helped onto the bed on my back. Rob was on top of me. His hands were all over me. My skirt had ridden up and Rob’s hands were caressing my bare inner thighs again, making me moan into my gag. He tied my ankles and knees together, with additional rope, and then straddled my thighs. For many minutes, he slowly caressed my entire bare upper torso, purposely avoiding my breasts. Finally, his hands cupped my tits. He squeezed and kneaded them ever so sensually, before I felt his mouth covering my nipples. He kissed and licked and sucked my nipples, working his slave into an uncontrollable frenzy. Being blindfolded and gagged, I could only lie there and moan, and respond to what he was doing to me. While his fingers continued to diddle my already hard nipples, Rob bent forward and sucked on my lower lip, which was accessible despite my cleave gag. Without any warning, Ashley knocked on our door and said it was time to go downstairs and trade slaves.

We both groaned. The time had passed by so fast. Rob helped me stand up and simply picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. He carried me downstairs and put me down, standing, at the near end of the rec room. My blindfold was removed and I saw that Ashley and Brian were already there, along with a few others. Ashley was topless, with her skirt still on, but her wrists were tied behind her back, and she had no gag or blindfold. Brian and Rob went off to round everyone up. As the couples came in, the boys congregated at the other end of the rec room, and the girls surrounded Ashley and me. Four of the girls were fully dressed and unbound, while one girl was in her bra and panties, carrying her clothes. The remaining 3 girls were in their bras and panties, with their wrists tied. Ashley was a bit concerned that maybe some of the girls didn’t have fun being slaves. One of the girls thought we were supposed to be released and come back dressed, to start over. I was just as relieved as Ashley, when the girls all said it was fun being slaves, and were ready to do it again. Some of the girls asked me if I liked how I was tied, and wished they had been tied up like me. Since I was still gagged, I could only nod my head, yes, but Ashley told them to tell the boys what they liked and wanted. It was only about 10:45 PM, and Ashley announced that the 2nd slave girl TUG would end at 11:30 PM.

While the girls talked, the boys worked out their slave trading. I could tell that Meagan was a little upset, because she did not get taken by any of her picks. Four boys came and claimed new slave girls. When Brian came and claimed me, and Rob claimed Ashley, I saw Meagan’s face sag in disappointment. It was much easier carrying me down that flight of stairs, than it would have been to carry me up, so Brian untied my knees and ankles. As Ashley and I were led back upstairs, the last of the girls were claimed. Brian led me into the guest bedroom, where I had been with Rob. He pushed me onto the bed on my back, and straddled my thighs. There were no subtle preliminaries. I guess we were both still excited and turned on from the previous slave TUG game. He went right for my tits with his hands. After thoroughly feeling them up and playing with my nipples, Brian freed my legs and removed my gag, at last. He consumed my mouth. We must have made out for at least 15 minutes, without pausing, before coming up for air. While we made out, Brian’s fingers constantly played with my nipples. He broke it off. Brian flipped me over onto my stomach and untied my wrists. I was confused. He went over to the dresser and retrieved something from its top. When Brian came back, he flipped me back over on my back and handed me my vibrator! Brian and his huge erection went into the bathroom and shut the door. BLESS Ashley! My vibrator had been in my purse in Ashley’s bedroom. I don’t know when or how she did it, but she had planned this further than I ever imagined. Brian had obviously reached his limit and had to satisfy himself.

I wasted no time. I flipped up my skirt, pulled down my soaked panties, spread my legs, turned on my 1-1/4” X 6” vibrator on high and plunged it all the way into my waiting love tunnel. With one hand, I moved the vibe in and out of my pussy, while I used 2-3 fingers from my other hand to rub my clit. It took only minutes for my 1st wonderful orgasm of the day to hit me, but I didn’t stop. 4-5 minutes later, a 2nd huge orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning. As I recovered and calmed down, I saw the bedside table clock. It said 11:30 PM. I quickly pulled up and adjusted my panties, found my bra and blouse and started to put them on. I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom. I called out to Brian that I was going downstairs. He told me to get Ashley and then find the other girls and tell them that they could use the upstairs bedrooms (I knew what he meant). Brian said that he would be along in a minute. I knocked on Ashley’s bedroom door, and she opened it, almost fully dressed. I hugged and thanked her for providing my vibe and for how well she had planned the party. We gave each other a little kiss, and Ashley told me that she would be downstairs in a sec to help me roundup the girls.

When I got downstairs in the rec room, I found 3 couples going at it on the 3 sofas in the room. I hated breaking them up. All 3 girls were topless and bound. I whispered to each girl that she could go upstairs and use her vibrator in one of the bedrooms, if she wished. As I headed for the screened porch, I saw Ashley, Rob and Brian enter the rec room and head for the bathrooms and closet, to breakup any couples there. I found 2 more couples playing on the 2 screen porch sofas. One was Meagan, who was bound and wearing only her panties. She seemed to be having fun. I again told those girls that they could go upstairs to one of the bedrooms to use their vibes, if they hurried. When I returned to the rec room, Ashley, Rob and Brian had found the final 3 couples in the bathrooms and closet. After the last girl was untied and had raced upstairs, Brian and Rob conveyed to the rest of the boys that they could relieve (jack off) themselves wherever they liked. Ashley and I headed upstairs to check on the girls. I peeked into Ashley’s bedroom and then went to the guest bedroom, where my slave TUGs took place. All the girls had gotten their vibrators, and were busy getting off. I went back downstairs, carrying all my stuff, and found my tennis shoes to put on.

I waited in the rec room, thinking that the party had been a huge success. Boys emerged from everywhere, after getting themselves off, and finished dressing and gathering their stuff. Girls trickled downstairs, fully dressed, and carrying their stuff. I judged the party’s success by the fact that all of the girls had been bound fully topless, and had their bare tits fully felt up. There was no doubt that every girl there had experienced going as far as 2nd base with a boy, no matter what definition anyone used for getting to 2nd base. Everyone, except Meagan, looked happy and totally satisfied, as we waited in the front room for parents to come and pick everyone up. Both the boys and the girls were heaping praise upon Ashley for a GREAT PARTY! Something had to be done about Meagan. I told Meagan, Ashley and Lisa to meet at my house the next day at 3:00 PM, to sort things out and talk about the next parties. We would have enough feedback by then. Meagan’s mom picked us up, and took Lisa and me home.

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The next day, Sunday, I got up somewhat early, swam laps in our pool, showered and dressed, had a little breakfast, and was checking emails by 10:00 AM. I had been CCed with emails from all 6 of the girls, from other groups, who had attended Ashley’s party. I spent most of the morning talking on the phone with those 6 girls, while I answered emails from Ashley, Lisa and some of the boys who attended the party. Between 12:00 PM noon and our family’s 1:00 PM Sunday dinner, I called Brian, Rob and especially Tyler, to see how they were doing after the party. Everything was cool. I had upcoming dates/double dates with all 3 of them. Ashley had put on a great party, and people would be talking about it at school, until Lisa’s next TUG party in 2 weeks. After our family’s Sunday dinner, I changed into my bikini and waited by the pool for the girls to arrive. I was glad that Ashley and Lisa arrived first, because I thought we should see what Meagan had to say, before discussing Lisa’s party. Meagan arrived about 5 minutes later, looking as though she had been crying.

I was correct in thinking that most of Meagan’s resentment was directed at me. She wanted Rob. She said it wasn’t fair that Brian and Rob played with Ashley and me, and even more unfair was that I also played with Tyler. I had 3 boys and she had none. She didn’t have all that much fun at the party. Ashley reminded Meagan that it was she who got me together with Brian and Rob. I had found and pursued Tyler all on my own. Ashley laid out all the cards that were filled out by everyone at the party, and let Meagan study them. It didn’t help when Lisa said that she and Ashley and me had upcoming dates with Brian, Rob, Tyler and Matt. As the realization of it all hit Meagan, she slumped and started to cry. Then, we were all sympathetic and offered her as much encouragement as we could. It was pointed out that Meagan was new, having been in our school for only a little over a month, and it could take more time to make friends. We encouraged her to talk with a number of boys, that she thought were cute, to see if they had anything in common to talk about. When she found someone, she should flirt a little and try to develop a relationship. After about 10 minutes of consoling, Meagan had recovered and was returning to her friendly personable self.

It was finally time to discuss Lisa’s TUG party, just 13 days away. She said that it would be very similar to Ashley’s party. The 6 girls from our circle of groups, who hadn’t gone to Ashley’s party, would be invited, along with the 4 of us. Lisa said that she would invite Matt, who had experience and could lead and guide the boys. She was not inviting Brian, Rob or Tyler, but instead would invite 9 new boys, who hadn’t been to Ashley’s party. It was all about new experiences, with different boys, and having fun playing TUGS, so I said I was fine with Lisa’s plan. Ashley agreed. I was beginning to think like Lisa in that just about any cute boy would jump at the chance to play TUGs with a cute girl. Lisa had her master list of about 25 cute boys, and had crossed off the ones who went to Ashley’s party, except Matt. She asked Meagan to pick 2 or 3 boys she would like to have at Lisa’s party. After some prolonged indecision, Meagan chose 3 boys. Ashley picked 2 boys, and I said that Lisa could pick the rest, because I didn’t know enough about any of them to decide. Within minutes, the invitation list for Lisa’s party was set. I pointed out to everyone that Meagan’s party was scheduled for 2 weeks after Lisa’s, and that would be Saturday, October 31, 1998, or Halloween. Meagan would consider having a Halloween costume party, and said she would let us know.

Lisa delivered her invitations at school the next day. During that week, there certainly was a lot of talk about Ashley’s party and what the boys did with us girls. It seemed that my stint in the closet, where a number of boys played with me, and I came out topless, was the highlight of the Truth or Dare game, along with the boy who got spanked for refusing to make out with another boy. Additionally, only 4 people were present on the screen porch, when Lisa got tied stretched out and topless on a rattan sofa, during the 1st slave TUG game, plus the way I was tied topless, during the trading break in the slave TUG games, were the most popular stories going around. The 6 girls, who were coming to their 1st TUG party, made it their priority to find Lisa and me, and assured us that they were willing to do anything that they had heard about from Ashley’s party, and couldn’t wait to be tied up and played with. During those 2 weeks leading up to Lisa’s party, I sought out the 4 boys that neither Meagan nor Ashley had chosen to come. I wanted to see if I had any possible interest in any of them, and I absolutely stayed away from the boys that Meagan and Ashley chose.

Of the 4 boys, Eric and Brandon seemed nice enough. Eric was a little taller than me, somewhat thin, hazel eyes, medium length wavy sandy brown hair and a nice smile with his wide narrow lips. Brandon was my height, but could, and probably would, be a lineman on a football team. He was all muscle and big boned. His brown hair was cut short, and he looked a little stern, until his wide thick lips broke out in the cutest smile, and his big brown eyes lit up and sparkled. I would purposely seek them out before school, at lunch and even between classes, during those 2 weeks up to Lisa’s party. Lisa knew what I was doing, and told me that she was interested in the 2 boys Ashley had picked. I stayed outta that one! Both Eric and Brandon had a nice personality and great sense of humor. I flirted a little and we kidded each other and joked about things, and even talked on the phone a couple times. I told them that I hoped we could get together at Lisa’s party. The thing about Lisa, my best friend, is that she gave great parties, but there were no sure things with Lisa and a TUG party. She loved to surprise people, and was mysterious and a schemer at heart.

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Lisa’s TUG Party

I walked the short distance to Lisa’s house, wearing 2” sandals, and a snug short sleeve button blouse over hip hugger jean short shorts. I brought my swim tote, including everything that I would need around the pool, plus my purse, with my vibe and a little makeup. I arrived a little after 3:00 PM, as Lisa asked, because she wanted to go over a few things that I could help her with, but I couldn’t get any details out of her about the TUGs. Ashley had gotten the TUG duffle to Lisa, along with the CDs I had made. I helped her move a little light furniture in her living room and rec room, so that the centers of the floor were clear. We, also, setup 2 card tables and chairs next to the outdoor picnic table out in the pool area. The ropes and blindfold/gags were unpacked onto a coffee table in the living room. As everyone started to arrive, Lisa manned the front door, and I showed people where to temporarily dump their stuff. The girls were to grab whatever they needed to tie a boy up. I sorta paired them off, as they arrived, and showed them the available sofas and settees in the living room and rec room, where a boy could be left, or the girl could tie her prisoner standing or on the floor. The girls could have the boys remove their shirts, before being tied up.

Matt arrived with Ashley and Meagan, and I grabbed Matt, while the girls talked waiting for more boys. I took Matt into the rec room and then into Lisa’s father’s workshop room, off the rec room. I may have been the only girl there who knew about this room. I had Matt take off his shirt. I tied his wrists behind his back, and then tied his wrists to a vice that was mounted to the top of the workbench in the room. I tied his ankles together, and blindfolded and gagged him. I placed my forefinger over Matt’s gagged lips and said, “Ssssh, I’ll be back soon.” I walked out of the workshop and closed the door. After a boy was tied and left somewhere, the girls chose to congregate back in the living room, until the last boy had arrived and been tied up. Lisa explained that each girl would have 5 minutes to make out and play with a boy, above the waist, and then switch to another boy. No repeats allowed. I headed for the rec room and then snuck into the workshop and closed the door. I kissed Matt over his cleave-gagged lips, whispering, “Are you ready to have a little fun?” I removed his gag, gave Matt a big open-mouth kiss and shoved my tongue in his mouth. From then on, we made out like crazy, rarely taking a break to come up for air, while my hands roamed over his bare chest and played with his nipples. I’m sure that I played with Matt for at least 10 minutes. I left him panting, walked out of the workshop, leaving the door open and turning on the lights. When I emerged into the rec room, I motioned to a couple girls that a boy was in there. Lisa must have been in the living room, because I didn’t see her.

A boy, one of the 3 Meagan had picked for the party, sat alone and tied on a settee across the room. I walked over to him, sat down beside him and started giving him little light kisses. After only about a minute, Lisa shouted out, “TIME…..SWITCH!” I stood up and went to another bound boy, entering the rotation as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened with Matt. For the remainder of the game, I gave the other boys, except Eric and Brandon, a few kisses and teased them a bit with my tongue. I found Eric and Brandon in the living room. When it was my turn with each of them, I asked them how they were doing, so they would know who I was. I made out fervently with each of them, for the full 5 minutes, while my hands roamed over their chests. When the game was over, I discovered that I had missed 2 boys entirely, because of the extra time I snuck with Matt. Lisa gave the command to untie the boys. After they got up and stretched a bit, Lisa yelled out for the boys to blindfold and tie-up all the girls. Matt headed straight for me. He blindfolded me, and as he tied my wrists and elbows extra tight, behind my back, he whispered in my ear, “We’re going to have some special fun with you tonight, Christine.” The music started to play and Lisa announced that each boy would dance one song with each girl, and anything goes above the waist.

I was more excited than apprehensive, but I couldn’t get what Matt said out of my mind. Did Matt and some boys have something special planned for me? Or, was Lisa behind it all and planning one of her special surprise pranks? The 10 dances passed in a blur. Matt, of course, kissed me and made out like I had done with him a little earlier, and his hands took every possible liberty, while he played with my tits. I remembered Eric and Brandon, when they danced with me. Both of them kissed me softly and sweetly, while experimenting some with their tongues in my mouth. They methodically squeezed and probed my boobs, while playing with my hard sensitive nipples. The others were not memorable. The music stopped and Lisa announced that the girls were to be freed. Everyone was to change into their swimsuits and meet out by the pool. The boys could use any of the downstairs rooms to change, or just change in the rec room, after the girls left. I gathered up my stuff and followed the girls upstairs. We used Lisa’s room and a guest bedroom to change into our bikinis. It seemed the talk, among the girls, was nonstop. Everyone had at least 1 boy they liked. I got into my black string bikini, put my hair up in a ponytail and decided not to put any makeup on. I was standing by Lisa’s window, talking with Ashley and Beth, when Lisa came up to us and asked Beth and me if we would go downstairs and help Eric with something.

When we went out to the head of the stairs, I saw Eric waiting for us down below in his swimsuit. I considered Beth the unofficial leader of the other group of 4 girls in our large circle of girlfriends, because she was so much fun. She was just about my height and had a really cute heart shaped face. Her hair was sandy brown, with bright blue eyes. Beth weighed a little more than me, and didn’t have the long thin arms I had, but her body was well proportioned and really curvy, with bigger tits than mine. We met Eric at the bottom of the stairs and followed him into the rec room, and then into the adjacent workshop. It was a trap! Matt, Brandon and Peter were there, with ropes and blindfolds. The door slammed shut, and Matt announced, “We’re going to have some fun with you girls, before we go out to the pool.” It was 4 against 2. I looked at Beth and she had a welcoming smile on her face. My thoughts of her not being willing instantly vanished, and I was always ready for some TUG fun. Our wrists and elbows were tightly tied behind our backs, plus a rope was added to secure our wrists to our bodies. Next, our bikini tops were untied and removed, and we were blindfolded.

They started spinning me around in place. I heard a faint squeal from Beth, and figured she was getting the same treatment. I was dizzy and staggered a bit, when they stopped me, but I had no chance to get my equilibrium back. A pair of hands clasped my face and turned it sideways, while lips captured my mouth in a torrid kiss. Another pair of hands was pinching and pulling my nipples. I was already disoriented and had no hope of registering who was doing what to me, but it all felt wonderful. After a few minutes of hot making out and getting my tits felt up, they started spinning me around again. When they stopped me, it started all over again. I had enough presence of mind to kiss back and enjoy what they did to my tits. Around and around I went for a 3rd time, but this time, when they stopped me, my head was held and I felt a pair of lips being forced against mine. It was Beth, and our bodies were pressed together, so that our tits mashed into each other. Matt told us to keep making out until they stopped us. I felt fingers reaching in between Bath and me, pinching and pulling my nipples, while other hands caressed my inner thighs right up to my bikini bottom. The hands made those little tender circles on my inner thighs that drove me crazy. Did everyone know that was one of my weaknesses?  Then, I was pulled away and started spinning again.

I was totally turned on and totally out of it. I had no idea how many times they spun me around. I didn’t know if my lightheadedness was more from the spinning or the making out and feeling up, from the boys. Finally, I was stopped and again forced against Beth. I spread my legs to get my balance. Eric told us to start making out. Those hands were back stroking my inner thighs and tracing those maddening little circles just below my bikini bottoms. As Beth and I made out, I was being untied. Matt told us to keep making out, until we heard them leave and the door close. I clasped Beth’s shoulders, and she put her arms around me, just to steady ourselves. We continued to make out for a few minutes, until we heard the door close behind the boys. When we broke apart, the first thing Beth said was, “WOW, that was incredible, but I’m so wet that it’s running down my legs!” I said, “That was one of the best TUGs I’ve EVER played, and I’m so turned on that I have to get myself off, before we go out to the pool.” I staggered over to the door and sat down on the floor, with my back to the door. I pulled down my bikini bottoms and started working on my pussy with both hands. Beth had pulled off her bikini bottom and came and sat on the floor about 5’ down the wall from me. We encouraged each other, and soon had enormous orgasms. There was a roll of paper towels over the workbench, and we used some to clean ourselves up, until getting in the pool. Her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth, and I cleaned her up. Our nipples were red and still hard.

We got dressed. The room smelled of female pussy juices. I opened the door. After we gave each other a quick final look see, we headed out for the pool. As we neared the pool, Beth and I clasped hands, ran and dove into the deep end of the pool. When we came up, we waved and smiled to everyone. It looked to me like all the boys already knew what we had experienced. Beth and I moved around for awhile, taking some kidding from the boys, but being envied by a few girls. Some people decided to have piggyback wars in the pool. That is the game where the girl sits on the boy’s shoulders, and while he maneuvers around in the pool, the girls try to pull/push other girls off and into the water. When I got on Eric’s shoulders, 2 girls ganged up on me and I quickly was pulled off. I tried a 2nd time on Brandon’s shoulders, and we managed to dislodge 2 girls, before Lisa (Matt) snuck up behind us, grabbed my ponytail and yanked me off backwards into the water.

 

Lisa organized a fun little game that she called Pass the Plum. We divided up into 2 teams of 10 (5 boys and 5 girls per team). The teams stood, boy-girl-boy-etc. in 2 lines facing each other. Lisa had a bowl of small really ripe plums. The person at one end of each team’s line had to put the plum entirely in his/her mouth, turn to the next person and transfer the plum into the next person’s mouth. Before passing the plum, each person had to have the whole plum in their mouth, behind their teeth. Obviously, if anyone punctured the ripe plum’s skin, with their teeth, the transfers would be juicy dripping messes. I was in the middle of our line. When the plum left my mouth, it was still whole, and we won. Then, the boys, from one team, walked across and traded places with the boys on the other team. We played a 2nd game, but this time we had to pass the plum up and down our line. On the 1st run, the plum left my mouth whole, but when it came back and was passed to me, mouth to mouth, it was badly punctured and dripping plum juice down my chin. We lost that game, but everyone had fun. Lisa and I, plus a few other girls went into the kitchen to get dinner. Those of us who needed to, washed the plum juice off with a wet paper towel. We had cold KFC chicken, coleslaw, potato salad, and for dessert Hostess Twinkies, cupcakes and fruit pies. After cleaning up and returning the uneaten food to the kitchen, everyone went into the house to get dressed for the Truth or Dare game.

I used a bathroom upstairs and then got dressed. The girls had learned from Ashley’s TUG party, and passed it around, that it was best to stuff a couple Kleenex tissues or a Kotex sanitary napkin or pad into your panties, because you never knew how long you might be tied up, or how wet you might get, before being released. My panties were packed and I headed downstairs to the rec room, for the Truth or Dare game. We all sat in a loose circle on the carpeted rec room floor. The blindfold/gags and ropes were all piled in the center of the circle. Lisa pointed out that people could be sent off to: the bathroom, the closet, the living room, or the workshop for any dares. She explained the rules and penalty, for refusing a dare, which were identical to those at Ashley’s party. And then, without pausing, Lisa asked, “Truth or Dare, Christine?” For a moment, I was caught off guard, but recovered and answered, “Dare!” Lisa said to everyone, “You’ve probably all heard about Christine’s dare in the closet at Ashley’s TUG party.” “Well, tonight we’re going to make Christine do it again, but this time we’re going to have even more fun with her!” I couldn’t wait to see what Lisa had concocted in her conniving mind for me, so I accepted the dare.

While the game went on, Lisa and Matt took me into the workshop and closed the door. They tied my wrists behind my back, and then tied them to the vice mounted on the workbench, just like I had done with Matt earlier that afternoon. They tied my ankles and legs together above my knees. Finally, they blindfolded and gagged me. I heard the door close behind them and all was quiet. I waited. I could hear laughter coming through the door from the game. I may have been standing there tied for 15-20 minutes, before I heard the workshop door open. I knew that about 3/4 of the people out in the rec room could look directly into the workshop and see me. I also knew that Lisa was directing the whole thing, and whoever she sent in would do only what she said. The 1st boy removed my gag and began making out with me. His hands covered my breasts, and he started feeling me up, while we kissed. I knew this was only the beginning. Just as we got going with some good making out, there were 3 solid raps on the open door. The 2nd boy came in, replacing the 1st. He immediately started unbuttoning my blouse. He fumbled a bit, but eventually got my blouse unbuttoned and pushed it back, over my shoulders, and down my arms behind me. He grasped my breasts, through my bra, while we started making out. I didn’t know who he was, but I began to feel that unmistakable tingling, down in my pussy, while he fondled my breasts and nipples, as we made out. We were interrupted by the 3rd boy, who pushed my bra up, exposing my breasts. I enjoyed being with him, whoever he was. He gently but thoroughly fondled and played with my breasts and nipples, and softly but passionately made out with me. I uttered my first moans of pleasure, from what he did to me, and I arched my back into his hands. I knew people could see into the workshop, and I would have to find out who he was.

Apparently Lisa had told the 4th boy to remove my jean shorts. He untied my legs and ankles, unbuttoned the jeans and pulled down the zipper. But, when he started to pull my tight jeans down, my panties rode down with them. He quit and took what he could, making out and copping feels of my bare breasts, before being replaced by the 5th boy. As he left, I heard people outside kidding him for his failure. It turned out that Matt was the 5th boy. After a couple failed tugs at my shorts, Matt told me not to try and escape, as if I would ever dream of it. He freed me from the rope holding my wrists to the vice, and then untied me. I was actually totally free, except for my blindfold. He quickly slid my blouse off my arms, unclasped my bra in a deft motion, and slid it off my arms in front of me. Matt re-tied my wrists crossed behind me and secured me to the vice again. He pulled me a couple steps away from the workbench, so that my arms were stretched out almost straight behind me. I’m sure those watching from the rec room got a good side view of my thrust out titties. Matt put both arms around me and squashed me to his bare chest. His kisses were deep and passionate, and I responded in kind. Several moans of true pleasure escaped from my throat. He stepped back a bit and let his hands wander all over my bare torso. His fingers sensually ran back and forth just above my panty top, before he cupped my breasts. Matt systematically played with my breasts and nipples, pinching them lightly and then pulling them into elongated buds.

I knew why Lisa liked playing with Matt. He knew how to push a girl’s buttons. I thought Lisa was giving him extra time to play with me. Matt kissed each of my nipples, put his hands on my ass cheeks, and pulled me closer, arching my back, and resumed our passionate making out. I moaned several more times and my knees felt weak. The 6th boy entered the workshop and closed the door. Actually, it turned out to be Meagan. She told me that Lisa had sent her in to get my shorts off and play with me a little. I put my legs together tightly, while Meagan tugged my shorts down. My panties came down a few inches, exposing some of my pubic hair. After I stepped out of my shorts, Meagan pulled up and adjusted my Kleenex stuffed panties, and tied my ankles together. She grasped me by my shoulders. I felt that Meagan was staring at me, and she asked, “Bet?” I nodded, yes. She opened the door for everyone to see me in my panties. I’m sure she signaled to Lisa that there was a “Bet.”

I must digress here. I’d never figured out the boy’s fascination with watching girls make out. Boys hate to make out with boys. In fact, I thought I heard that slapping sound, probably from a boy being soundly spanked, for refusing a dare, to make out with another boy. Girls didn’t mind making out with girls. It meant nothing sexually. We could fake it or actually make out and get a little turned on. Anyway, before Lisa’s TUG party, all the girls made a pact. If the opportunity arose to make out, with another girl, either girl could speak the challenge “Bet.” If the bet was accepted, it constituted a $5.00 bet on the outcome. The 2 girls would seriously and passionately make out any way they wanted. The 1st girl to let even the slightest moan of pleasure escape lost the $5.00 bet. The boys would be happy thinking they were forcing us to make out for them. We would put on a good serious show for them, and everyone would have a little fun.

Meagan put one hand behind my head and the other holding my cheek, as we started making out. Our lips were wide open and locked on each other’s. Our tongues moved in and out, playing a serious game of tongue tag. I caught her tongue with my lips and sucked on it. We broke apart to take some deep breaths, before going at it again. I got my tongue deep into Meagan’s mouth, above her tongue. As I ran the tip of my tongue along those sensitive little ridges on the roof of her mouth, Meagan moaned. I won! The 7th and 8th persons to come in and play with me were Eric and Brandon. When each of them finished with me: my nipples tingled, my whole body tingled, I was panting for air, and I was so turned on that I really needed my vibrator. This was undoubtedly what Lisa had planned for me. I briefly wondered how the Truth or Dare game was going, but a 9th person entered the workshop. My ankles were untied and my legs spread apart. Hands and fingers teased and caressed my inner thighs. Yes, those fingers traced infuriatingly sensual circles right up my inner thighs to my panties. It finally registered on me, from the faint scent of her shampoo, that it was Beth. I heard her whisper in my ear, “Bet?” I nodded, yes. We had fun earlier, in that very workshop, being spun around and played with, but never had any chance for a “Bet.”

Beth started playing with my breasts and nipples, for several minutes, before attacking my mouth. We may have made out for 5-10 minutes, often coming up for air. I was holding my own. All of a sudden, I felt Beth’s tongue on my left nipple. She licked my nipples, and then started sucking on my right nipple. When she sucked and pulled my left nipple, I couldn’t take it anymore and audibly moaned my pleasure and frustration. I lost! Beth gave me a little kiss on the lips and was gone. A minute or two later Lisa came in. She asked me if I liked her little TUG. “YES, it was awesome!” I said. “Have you had enough?” she asked. I nodded my head, yes. She untied me from the vice, but kept my wrists tied behind my back. She said, “I want your nipples looking really hot, when I take you out to the others.” She vigorously sucked and pulled on my nipples with her lips, causing me to moan even more. She led me out of the workshop, and I think we stopped in the middle of the circle of Truth or Dare players. She slowly turned me around for all to see, before leading me to a sofa and sitting me down. She took off my blindfold and told me to rest and just watch the rest of the game. I had been tied up in that workshop for about 1-1/2 hours, and it was INCREDIBLE!

I got comfortable on the sofa. My wrists weren’t sore at all, mostly because I really didn’t struggle much. I thought that I might be able to pick at the knot, with my fingers, and possibly wriggle free, but I didn’t want to. The game was winding down. Some people were off in other rooms making out or whatever. All of the boys had stripped down to their shorts, and 3 of them were tied. From what I could see, about 1/2 of the girls were stripped to their panties, and all but one was tied. The rest of the girls, that I saw, were untied and wearing their bras and panties. I wasn’t paying all that much attention to the game. I was thinking that Matt and Lisa would undoubtedly go off together and play, after the Truth or Dare game. It would be fun if I could get together with Eric or Brandon, but decided that I probably could have fun with any of the other boys that Lisa might put me with. Finally, Lisa declared that the Truth or Dare game was over, and that she was turning the rest of the party over to Matt and the boys, for whatever fun they wanted to have.

Matt announced that all girls were to be stripped to their panties, and their hands tied behind their backs. I was already in that situation, but the boys quickly ganged up on the girls still wearing bras, to strip them off and tie them up. Next, Matt ordered the 10 girls be paired up and tied tightly together. Ashley and I were tied face-to-face, with a rope around our waists. Lisa and Beth were tied together, next to us, in a line at one end of the rec room. The boys were all huddled at the other end of the room. I supposed they were making a plan to divvy us girls up, and I expected to see them playing Rock-Paper-Scissors, to see who got whom. Matt called out, “You girls make out, until we’re ready for you, AND DON’T STOP!” Lisa and Beth were already going at each other. I looked at Ashley and asked, “Bet?” She nodded, yes, and off we went on a $5.00 bet and a show for the boys. I figured that I had an advantage, because I had been sitting and cooling off for about 30 minutes, while Ashley just came out of the closet with a boy. We made out aggressively, without any tongue action, for at least 5 minutes, leaving each other gasping for air several times. I switched tactics and surprised Ashley by capturing one of her ear lobes, with my lips, and sucking on it. She let me swirl my tongue around the inside of her ears, and suck her ear lobes, for several minutes. Then, I sensually sucked her pouty lower lip, as her breathing increased. I gave Ashley the softest, steamiest, slowest, moist open-mouth kiss that I knew how to do, and didn’t let her break it off. When I eased my tongue into her mouth and licked the top surface of her tongue, Ashley surrendered with a moan and a gasp.

I hadn’t realized that the boys finished and were down at our end of the rec room, watching and smiling in approval. I was $5.00 up on Ashley and Meagan, and down $5.00 to Beth. Matt announced a little game for the girls, who were still bound and tied together. Peter came by and put a maraschino cherry in my mouth, and in the mouths of one girl in each pair. We were to transfer the cherry into the mouth of the girl we were tied to, BUT, before we started, Matt came by and filled all of our mouths with aerosol whipped cream, and yelled, “GO!” The dam cherry was buried in whipped cream somewhere in my cheek. I fished for it, with my tongue, as Ashley and I opened our mouths and pressed our lips together. Whipped cream oozed out all over. I pushed the cherry through the whipped cream, while the boys were laughing and having a good time, and finally forced the cherry and more whipped cream into Ashley’s mouth. When we successfully broke apart, we each got another shot of whipped cream in our mouths, and Ashley was told to transfer it back into my mouth. I think she lost the cherry in all the whipped cream for a moment. When she had it on her tongue, she pushed the cherry, along with a load of whipped cream, into my open waiting mouth. I think we finished 2nd, but I was sure it didn’t matter. I swallowed some whipped cream, ate the cherry, and finished the whipped cream in my mouth, but a lot of it was smeared all over our faces. The boys all rushed to lick the whipped cream off our faces and give us a kiss

The ropes holding the girls together were untied. We were told to line up and were blindfolded. I heard girls laughing. When 2 boys got to me, they tried tickling me. I wasn’t ticklish, except for the soles of my feet. Their busy little fingers tickled me in all the likely spots, but I never cracked a smile. I did wince and try to get away from the probing fingers. It seemed like almost all of the girls were giggling and laughing. A couple girls were cackling hysterically, and the boys really picked on them. I could hear a girl, a short way down the line from me, on the floor being mercilessly tickled. The whole tickle game probably lasted no more than 15 minutes. The girls were given some time to regain their composure, before we were gagged and ordered to bend over at the waist. I heard spanking/slapping sounds coming from the far end of the line, along with girls screaming and yelping into their gags. The boys were going to spank all of us. When they got to me, one boy held my wrists, with one hand, and kept my head bent down with the other. Two boys spanked my ass cheeks from behind. I think I received 10 whacks on each ass cheek. Some of them stung enough to bring a tear or two to my eyes. When they finished with me, I stood up and rubbed my fiery ass, with my bound hands. I could feel the heat coming off my still burning ass, and supposed the exposed parts of my butt cheeks were bright red.

After 10 minutes or so, all the girls seemed to have stopped all moaning or muffled complaining into their gags. We stood silently in line, tied, gagged and blindfolded, waiting for whatever fun the boys would have with us. Finally, Matt announced that the boys would be having a whipped cream eating contest. I could hear them rustling about to stand in front of a girl. I heard someone coming down the line of girls making a whooshing sound. When he got to me, my breasts were covered with cold whipped cream, from the pressurized aerosol can. When all the girl’s boobs were covered in whipped cream, Matt said, “Ready…..Set…..GO!” A boy grasped me by the shoulders and began licking and slurping at the whipped cream. He wolfed down the bulk of it, from both of my tits, and then used his tongue to go back over every inch of each breast, to lick me clean. It was an odd feeling, but when he licked my nipples, they tingled and felt really hard. I’m not sure who won, or if it even mattered. I was sure that Lisa and Matt had planned these games, for the boys to have fun with us. Someone came along, with a cool damp towel, and roughly wiped off my face and breasts.

Matt announced the names of 5 boys and 5 girls. The girls were to be released, and they got to take the 5 boys into the living room, tie them up and do what they wanted with them. That left Matt, Eric, Brandon, David and Peter in the rec room with Lisa, Ashley, Suzi, Beth and me. My blindfold and gag were removed, and I was summarily given to David. He took me outside into the pool area, picked up a terry beach towel, and led me through a pool gate into Lisa’s backyard. We walked about 50’ to the edge of Lisa’s backyard. The only light around was a single bulb over the sliding doors, where we had just come out of the house. There was a fence around Lisa’s backyard, and there were thick bushes in front of the fence. No one could see us. David spread the blanket down near the edge of the lawn. It was a balmy night and no breeze was blowing. I was quite comfortable in just my panties. David was one of the 2 boys that I skipped in the 1st TUG, because I took extra time to play with Matt. I did not remember anything about him from the slow dance TUG. David helped me sit down on the blanket. He extended my legs, bent my knees up and tied my ankles together.

As I sat there with my hands and ankles tied, naked but for my panties and 2” sandals, David started to talk! He told me about this video game, with freaky monsters, that he wanted to create. The weird thing, however, was that all the while he talked, he gently rubbed my toes. He told me that my painted nails, in my open-toed sandals, were very pretty. Thank GOD that I had sandals on and he could only rub the tips and tops of my toes, and he couldn’t suck my toes (UGH!). He never asked me anything and I didn’t want to interrupt him. He moved on to tell me that he was getting into fencing, as a sport, and told me about all the different types of swords and moves. I was yawning a little now. He wasn’t exactly a nerd or geek, and looked pretty cute and dressed well, as I recalled from school. However, there was something slightly odd about him. I wasn’t at all afraid of him.

Finally, he finished talking and helped me onto my back. He got partially on top of me, so that his chest was on mine, but his hips and legs were along my side. We started making out. Actually, David was a great kisser. His lips were soft and pliable. His kisses were moist, but not sloppy wet, and not too hard. He seemed to like sucking on my tongue. Just as we were really getting into it, I heard people coming, and we broke apart. It was Eric and Brandon, pulling a bound reluctant Beth. Eric spread a beach towel next to ours, and told us that Matt said we’d be out here, and that nobody would bother us. That seemed to be David’s cue to leave. I noticed that Beth wore just panties. Her wrists were tied behind her back, but she had an extra rope tied around her waist, holding her wrists in the small of her back, which made her nice tits, stick out more. Brandon pushed Beth down on the other towel, and suggested that they could play with us and trade off after awhile. Besides Matt, Eric and Brandon were my favorite boys at the party. Each of them seemed to know all the moves that I liked, and both could get me panting and moaning, so that I surrendered to them and wished for my vibrator.

Eric rolled me onto my side. He lay down next to me, so that we were facing each other and our bodies touched. His left arm supported my head, but his right hand was free to touch me anywhere he wanted. I can’t explain it, but only after a few minutes of kissing and making out, I was totally into Eric. His kisses took my breath away, and his hand made my body tingle, wherever he touched me. He rolled me onto my back, without breaking our kiss, and deepened it even more, while his free right hand started playing with my breasts and nipples. Eventually, I broke off the kissing and just lay there gasping for air with my chest heaving. Eric took this opportunity to move his mouth down to my nipples. He licked and teased each one, before he put his lips on my hard swollen buds and gently, but thoroughly, sucked them, which made me moan even louder than I had been while he kissed me. I was in such a state by then that I missed the switch.

All of a sudden I realized that Brandon was straddling my thighs. He bent over and kissed me, while his hands squeezed my breasts. For the entire time we played, I was flat on my back, with my wrists tied behind me, and my legs tied together. Brandon pinned my legs, with his hips. He pinned my upper body, with his hands on my breasts, and I couldn’t move my head, because we were constantly kissing, with his tongue in my mouth most of the time. I felt helpless to resist anything that Brandon was doing to me. But, why resist? I was a willing participant and he really turned me on. I moaned and whimpered for more and writhed and wiggled my hips and legs under him. He had pushed my breasts up and was squeezing them from their base. This made my already hard and tingling nipples stand up even more. Brandon scooted down a bit and took one of my nipples in his lips. He nearly drove me out of my mind, while he sucked each of my nipples several times. Then, he gave me a quick kiss, and he walked off with Eric.

When I eventually opened my eyes, Beth was sitting up and watching me, from the other towel. She said, “That was really HOT!” “Wanna BET?” I shook my head, no, and said that I was in no shape to “Bet” her, and we had no audience. “Let’s just play,” Beth said. God, she must really have been horny. Brandon and Eric never tied Beth’s legs, and before I knew it, she had crawled over and straddled my waist. I felt moisture from her wet panties on my stomach. She bent over, with her hands still secured in the small of her back, and presented one of her nipples just above my lips, saying, “The TUGs will be over soon and we can use our vibrators.” “I’m so turned on, Christine, and I want to keep it going.” “PLEASE SUCK MY NIPPLES.” Well, why not, I thought. Back and forth she went, giving me each of her nipples 4 or 5 times. I licked and sucked each one long and hard, making her whimper and beg for more. It was amazing. Her nipples must have been a full one inch long!

Beth slid down my abdomen, leaving a smear of her pussy juices, and bent over to kiss me. It was a hot desperate passionate kiss that seemed to last for 5 minutes, before she let me come up for air. After 2 more kisses, just as steamy as the 1st one, Beth scooted further down my body, until she was straddling my thighs. She bent over and began licking and sucking my nipples. Now I was moaning out of control, shaking my head mindlessly back and forth, and oblivious to everything except the feelings from my nips that shot straight to my pussy. Matt had walked up and caught us. He scared the shit out of me, when he said, “That really looks like fun, girls.” “Can I join you?” Beth and I jumped, gasped and blushed. “Beth, you’re coming with me,” Matt said, “I’ll be back for you, Christine, in a little while.” He helped Beth up to her feet, pulled and rolled me off the beach towel that I laid on, and walked off towards the house, with Beth and the 2 towels. I lay tied on the cool grass. It felt good on my body. I reflected on the evening, and wondered what other TUG Lisa had planned for me, and what became of Beth. Lisa’s party had been amazing.

Matt eventually came for me, untied my ankles and helped me to my feet. He led me off to the house. As we entered the pool gate and walked to the far end of the pool, completely out of sight from the sliders into the rec room, I noticed Ashley and Beth tied to the Cyclone fence that surrounded the pool. Both girls were blindfolded. Beth wore only her black panties, while Ashley had only her bright red panties on. Their arms were spread outwards and upwards and tied to the fence. A rope around each girl’s waist also secured them to the fence, while their ankles were tied together, posing the girls in a spread “Y” position. Matt walked me past the 2 girls and tied me to the fence, exactly like Ashley and Beth were tied. When he finished he took a few moments to caress my thighs, between my legs, and suck on my nipples. As he left, he told us that Lisa would be out to deal with us. While we waited for Lisa, we all said that we had a fantastic time. Since the boys took control, Ashley had been spanked again and went through the spinning TUG that Beth and I had experienced. Beth had also been spanked again, and was laid out on the workbench, in the workshop, while 3 boys alternated in kissing her, playing with her breasts and playing with her legs. Beth told about our time in the lawn and getting caught by Matt. I told them about David, and Ashley said that when she was with him, she thought he was a little strange. Then, we heard voices coming.

As they came closer, I could hear excitement and amazement in their voices, along with a little laughter from the girls. Lisa explained that she planned this special little surprise for the 3 of us girls, who were tied nearly naked to the pool fence. There were mummers of approval from a few girls. Lisa announced, I guess for the benefit of Ashley, Beth and me that the boys were finished, and were jerking off and getting dressed. I could tell that Lisa had a big smile on her face as she spoke. “We’re all going up stairs to use our vibes and get dressed,“ Lisa purred, “Would any of you girls like to play with them, or say goodbye, before we go upstairs?” Someone said, “Let’s see how turned on they are.” Lisa replied, in her sinister voice, “We could get them really turned on and leave them.” After several people put their hands between my legs, and felt my panties, I heard Suzi proclaim that all 3 of us were pretty wet. Someone else suggested, “We’ve got some time.” “Let’s get them really hot before we leave.” What followed was a steady stream of 5 or 6 girls squeezing and kneading my boobs, while they sucked my nipples. Several rubbed me between my legs, and most gave me a fast passionate goodbye kiss.

After they all left, Beth asked, “What are we going to do.” Ashley told her that we would just have to wait until someone came and freed us. I kept quiet. This was Lisa’s game, and I knew my best friend all too well. She had more planned for us. After about 10 minutes, I thought I heard something down the fence by Ashley. It sounded like a muffled moan. After a few minutes, I heard something going on with Beth, tied next to me on the fence. Now, Beth was sighing and moaning softly. My blindfold was removed, and Lisa used it to gag me tightly, whispering in my ear that she didn’t want me to wake any of the neighbors. She pulled down my panties, removed the wet Kleenexes, and pulled my panties back up. She bent over, facing away from me, and rummaged in a small tote bag. After a minute, she pulled out a buzzing vibrator and waved it in front of me. She stuffed that wonderful and welcome little devil down my panties, being sure to position the magical toy over my most sensitive area. Lisa was dressed in a blouse and short skirt. She laid back in a chaise lounge, facing us, and flipped up her skirt, to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She said, “I’m going to be right here, playing with myself, while I keep an eye on you 3 girls and make sure you don’t pass out!”

Ashley and Beth were already moaning and writhing on the fence. After a few minutes, the vibrator in my panties was having its desired effect. The buzzing and tingling in my pussy had fully registered on my brain. I started moaning and struggling, but I soon found that the struggling didn’t help much. Instead, I stood there simply rocking my hips back and forth, as much as the rope securing my waist to the fence would allow. My 1st orgasm built up slowly. Much too slowly for me, and there wasn’t any way that I could make it come any faster. When it did come, it hit me hard. My whole body trembled, from those wonderful waves of pleasure that pulsed through me, and I screamed my release into my gag. My eyes were closed. I could barely concentrate on what was happening to me. I had lost track of any perception of time, when my 2nd orgasm crashed through me. The sensations and pleasures were even more intense, and I think I screamed longer and louder into my gag. There was no stopping the buzzing vibrator. It churned away all through my 2nd orgasm, and was still buzzing, on high speed. There was no coming down. I felt my 3rd orgasm coming long before it hit me. It built rapidly and steadily. I rocked my hips, until it consumed my whole body. My knees buckled for an instant, but the ropes held me up. My whole body quivered and spasmed, for a long time.  I felt someone touch my shoulder.

My eyes jumped open at being startled back to reality. It was Lisa. I blinked and looked around. Ashley and Beth were no longer tied to the fence. Lisa had a huge smile on her face, and asked, “Can you handle another orgasm?” I maybe too eagerly nodded my head, yes. The vibrator kept buzzing. Lisa was beside me, watching, during my last orgasm. She told me to relax, let myself go and enjoy it. “I’m going to help you this time,” she cooed. Before the implications of what she meant could register on my mind, my brain was flooded with more urgent signals from my pussy. My 4th orgasm was coming on. Lisa’s hands grabbed and kneaded my tits. Her fingers played with my nipples. Then, I felt her sucking on one of my nipples. I remember Lisa sucking my nipples, causing my mind to whirl with desire to come. I remember succumbing to the enormous orgasm and letting go with a blood curdling scream. The next thing that I remember was blinking my eyes open. I was sagging, being held upright by the ropes tying my arms and waist to the fence. Lisa was there, holding me steady, and smiling. I don’t remember when she took the vibrator out of my panties. She said, “You were really hot!” “I didn’t think anyone would pass out from orgasm overload!” 

       

I first noticed Ashley and Beth standing outside the slider doors. They were still putting their clothes on, and when they saw me looking at them, they smiled and clapped their approval. Lisa had removed my gag and was untying me from the fence. All of my clothes and things were piled on a nearby chaise lounge. Lisa helped me into my bra, while I pulled up my shorts. Lisa carried my things, while I put on my blouse. We entered the rec room, where all the girls were waiting. The Hell with how I looked. What a GREAT TUG party! I reminded Lisa, Ashley and Meagan of the meeting at my house the next day at 3:00 PM. I invited Beth and Suzi, as unofficial leaders of their groups, to come too. We all raced into the living room, where the boys were waiting. It was about 2 minutes before 12:00 midnight, and parents were outside in their cars waiting to pickup kids. After hasty goodbyes, Meagan’s mom dropped me off at my house.

CONTINUED –

My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 3 – Girl Play and Handjobs

I left off in PART 2 just after Lisa’s party had ended. I got up early the next morning, to swim laps in our pool. While I churned back and forth in the water, I thought about a number of things: what we were actually doing at these TUG parties; what we might do in the future; the number of kids attending our TUG parties; the boys I liked best; and what I might allow those boys to do with me. After I showered, got dressed and ate some breakfast, I discovered that I already had 5 messages and 15 emails.

I considered Lisa to be the leader of our group of 4 girls, but Ashley and I always had our say. Beth and Suzi seemed to be the unofficial leaders of their groups of girls, and that is why I invited them to my house that afternoon. Ashley and Lisa held fantastic TUG parties. I had given a pretty good girl’s party, which sort of got the whole TUG party thing going. I did consider myself to be a leader of some sort. I was opinionated, but generally agreeable. Because I was Student Counsel President, I made a concerted effort to see or talk to every one of our 15 closest girlfriends, plus most of the boys who had been to the parties, and many other kids in our class, as often as I could. Other than with their closest friends, I didn’t think the other girls kept in touch as much. The kids often confided in me. The girls told me their secrets and the boys told me their dreams. I was the level headed one, until I got tied up and played with. Maybe I was the organizer or instigator, and Lisa and Ashley planned out the details. I had a great place to hold parties, with virtually total privacy that was available to me most any time, except around Holidays. My place was becoming a hangout. My parents were very cooperative and understanding. They knew what my friends and I were doing, and rather than have me sneak around, to fool around, they, plus the other girl’s parents, could prevent cigarettes, drugs and alcohol in their homes.

I called Beth and Suzi first. I couldn’t get them to stop talking about Lisa’s party, and I certainly contributed my thoughts too. Now that all 16 of our girls had been to my party, plus one of the TUG parties, I asked both girls to contact the other girls in their groups, to find out if any of them might be thinking of hosting another big party, or if any of their girls had expressed any interest in going sexually further with the boys. They said they would do that and bring the results to the meeting, at my house that afternoon.

I answered my phone messages, and wound up calling all the girls who were at Lisa’s party, even though some only emailed me. I called Brandon and Eric, and even Matt, to tell them how much fun I had with them at the party. I also called Brian and Rob, who had emailed me to find out what I did at Lisa’s party. Tyler was out, so I emailed him, as well as, answering all the other emails from those I hadn’t already called. By then it was 12:30 PM and time to get ready for Sunday dinner. After dinner, I waited for the girls in the great room of our guest apartment. I actually dozed off until the 1st girls arrived a little after 3:00 PM. Beth and Suzi, as consensus leaders of their particular girl’s groups, arrived first. I’ve mentioned and described Lisa, Ashley Meagan and Beth earlier in this story. Suzi (Suzanne) is a warm witty caring person, but pretty shy, Suzi was probably only an inch over 5’, short styled blonde hair, hazel blue eyes, luscious big lips, great little figure already, and really big tits. When all 5 girls had arrived, we sat on the sofas and easy chairs, around the large coffee table. We must have re-lived Lisa’s party for 30 minutes, squealing and sighing, as everyone told about what was done to them and how it felt, during 1 or 2 of the TUGs.

Then, Meagan dropped 2 bombs. She seemed to be in good spirits at Lisa’s party and particularly cheery that afternoon. Meagan informed us that she had found a boy that she really liked, Zach, and thought she was in “love.” They had already talked twice that day. We, of course, all congratulated her and made her tell us all about him. In our enthusiasm, we almost forgot about Meagan’s 2nd announcement, which was that the party on Halloween at her house was cancelled! It seemed that Meagan’s mom’s sister was leaving her husband and moving into Meagan’s house, with 2 teenage boys. They were due to arrive the next weekend, and with all that turmoil in her family, Meagan’s mom just couldn’t have a party in her house. Of course, we were all disappointed. The unofficial word about the party was out, but no invitations had yet been delivered. We said that we would spread the word about the party cancellation.

Then, I asked Beth and Suzi if anyone from their groups might be thinking about having a party. No, was the resounding answer. They said that over half of their girls would probably be grounded, if their parents found out what went on at a TUG party. Others said that they simply didn’t have the privacy or the space to hold a big TUG party. Meagan said that she could probably have a party sometime next year, but wasn’t sure when the family crisis might be resolved. I offered my opinion that maybe we didn’t need another big party. All 16 of the girls had been to a TUG party and played with 10 different boys. Lisa, Ashley, Meagan and I had played with many more than 10 boys at the 2 parties. Even without TUG parties, any of our girls could approach any boy, to see if he might want to hangout, which might lead to something more. It was certainly true that I didn’t need or want to seriously meet with any more boys. Brian, Rob, Tyler and I were “together” and played TUGs. Also, I was seriously thinking of contacting Eric and Brandon, to see if they might want to hangout some. No one had any further ideas about parties. I said that we could think about having small TUG parties, with only a few couples who were already playing together.

It was time to bring up the 2nd thing that I asked Beth and Suzi to poll their girls about. So, I asked them and the other 3 girls, if anyone had a desire to go beyond 2nd base with the boys. I have no idea when the archaic scoring system, relating to baseball, began, for boys to score their sexual progress with girls. We talked and kidded about it, with the boys we played with. Getting to 1st base and a home run were obvious. The boys scored 2nd base as feeling up a girl’s bare tits, and we agreed. Some boys heard from uncles or older brothers that you had to do oral sex on a girl, to get to 3rd base, but none of them had any interest in trying that. Instead, they used the alternate definition of finger fucking a girl, as getting to 3rd base.

Looking back 12 years, I can only describe what happened next as a philosophical discussion among six 14 year old girls, with only limited giggling. I started and plunged ahead. We had set some ground rules for our TUGs, but there were now some situations that hadn’t been covered. No one wanted to let a boy get to 3rd base, which we agreed was a finger fuck. However, there were some possibilities between 2nd base and 3rd base that we could allow the boys to do to us. Also, what were the rules about what girls could do to girls in a TUG, and what else might the girls want to do to a boy, during a TUG? There were always rumors going around school about some boy having sex with some girl, but they were never confirmed. Some of the chubbier unpopular girls were always claiming that they had given a boy a blowjob in a closet or storeroom at school. Even if true, we dismissed them as pitiful attempts to become more popular. Unfortunately, there was no consensus on most of the things we discussed, but they were all out there to think about. The girls that Beth and Suzi talked to didn’t seem to have any ideas or thoughts on the matter.

In the locker room at school and at my girl’s party, girls were always tweaking other girl’s tits. It was a playful teasing act that meant nothing sexually, but what about a girl licking or sucking another girl’s tits, as part of a TUG? This was the easiest for everyone to unanimously decide on. Since the boys literally had carte blanche with any part of our bodies, above the waist, and all of our nipples had already been sucked by boys, all agreed that it was OK in a TUG. Besides, it had already been done at Lisa’s party, and I found out, by losing $5.00 to Beth, that it could effectively be used in a “Bet.” The other girl-girl things were more sensitive. Lisa had stuck a vibrator down Ashley’s, Beth’s and my panties. Though immensely pleasurable at Lisa’s party, for 3 of us -

1.  Was this OK? Also –

2. Was it OK for a girl to rub my pussy, through my panties, with a vibrator?
3. Was it OK for a girl to rub my pussy, through my panties, with her fingers?
4. Was it OK for a girl to play with my naked pussy, using a vibrator?
5. Was it OK for a girl to use her fingers to play with my naked pussy?

These were obviously very personal decisions for each girl to make. When Lisa had put a vibrator down Ashley’s, Beth’s and my panties, it was done in private. The boys never saw any of it, and Lisa had never actually touched us, down there, with her fingers. My immediate thoughts were that it might be fun to try #1 and/or #2, when some girls were together and decided to play TUGs. Otherwise, I was against the rest. Two of the girls wouldn’t even agree to try #1 or #2, while 3 other girls would have gone further. We agreed to think about these things and ask the other girls what they thought.

After discussing the above girl-girl possibilities, it became obvious what we could let a boy do to us, beyond 2nd base, but without going to 3rd base.

1. We could allow a boy to put a vibrator down our panties.
2. We could allow a boy to rub us, through our panties, with a vibrator.
3. We could allow a boy to rub us, through our panties, with his fingers.

Beth and Lisa were more adventurous than the rest of us, and thought they may want to try A-C. The other girls refused to even consider any of it. I told them that I didn’t think our boys knew enough to actually get us off by using either a vibrator or their fingers, through our panties. However, I said that I might be willing to try A or B. After all, we normally would get turned on to a point, get untied, and then we would separate. The boys could go jerk off in private, and the girls use their vibrators on themselves. If the boys slipped a vibrator down our panties, while we were tied up, we could get off maybe 1 or 2 times, while the boys could go jerk off elsewhere.

As I said earlier, the girls never kept a score, as to how far they got with a boy, because there was no descriptive terminology. It was always how far a boy got with a girl. During the brief and rare times the girls had the boys tied up, they were shirtless, and sometimes in their shorts. We got to kiss and caress them everywhere above the waist. We get them just as turned on, as they get us, when we are tied. The girls, of course, would always notice the bulges of the boy’s erections in just their boxers, or even if they wore pants. There were a couple of additional things that the girls could do, without going all the way. I knew no one, including me, was ready to give a boy a blowjob. However –

1. We could rub a boy’s cock, through his underwear, until he creamed his shorts, or
2. We could reach into a boy’s shorts and give him a hand job,

I had often thought that it would be a lot of fun to get a boy to cream his shorts, but frankly none of us had any experience, and we had only the beginnings of any idea about how to do it. It was based on this fact that I thought the boys wouldn’t know how to get us off. These were things that would have to come in the future, with experimentation and practice, but how soon to begin? Each girl would have to make those decisions herself. I had promised myself, my Mom and my OB/GYN that I would not have sex until I was at least 16 and on the pill. I had 1 year and 8 months to go, and during that time I could work on the in-between stuff and 3rd base. There was only one other minor point to bring up, which hardly mattered, for I had violated it months earlier. The boys could tie us up and freely play with us ABOVE the waist. However, some boys were “allowed” to play with our bare legs, so long as they didn’t get their hands or fingers into our panties. This was a turn on for me. All of the girls, except Suzi, had experienced this and loved the feeling. We easily decided that this was OK, and any girl who objected could say NO.

The next day at school, Meagan announced that she and Zach were going steady. I have to explain that we had 4 levels of boy-girl socializing at our school: 1) hanging out, 2) together, 3) dating, and 4) going steady. “Hanging out” simply meant that people met somewhere and hung out. Everybody hung out, with other people, at various locations and times. “Together” meant that a boy and girl would privately hangout, and do more than just talk. It could involve simple making out to playing TUGs, or going further? “Dating” involved relying on parents, for transportation, to go out somewhere on an actual date. Dating could precede being together, but rarely did. At our age, dating rarely left any time to get together and fool around. Finally, you all know that going steady meant an exclusive relationship. By the end of that week, Meagan and Zach had broken up.

I wasn’t keeping score, but in roughly 1-1/2 months of school, I had heard that about 10 steady couples had broken up. I had no intention of going steady with anyone. Boys and girls declared their “love” based on as little as physical attraction. Meagan’s breakup occurred when she caught Zach looking too hard at another girl’s tits or ass. These teen breakups were virtually always done by the girl. When a girl got a boy to agree to go steady, she became very possessive. I’m a woman, and I’ll admit that it was almost always the girl’s fault. Boys thought with their dicks, and would always checkout a cute girl walking by.

Beth’s Girl's TUG Party

The following week Beth told us that she was putting together a small girl’s party, with TUGs and vibrators. Lisa and I immediately decided to go and have some fun, and talked Ashley into going too, with promises that she could stop at having a vibrator stuffed into her panties, just like at Lisa’s TUG party. Another girl, Rhonda, from Beth’s group of girls would be there. Rhonda was a cute tall willowy strawberry blonde, who was just beginning to fill out and get some curves. It was on Halloween night, and Beth’s parents would be busy handling the Trick or Treaters. Her older brother, Josh, (high school freshman) would be at a high school Halloween party. Lisa brought the duffle bag of tie-up equipment, and I brought all 3 of my vibes. As usual, we all dressed in our sexiest clothes. Lisa’s mom took the 3 of us over to Beth’s at 8:00 PM. Beth answered the door, and took us downstairs into the entertainment room. Next to that room was an unfinished utility room, with a cement floor and 2 posts holding up a ceiling beam. This party was to be somewhat of an extension of my party, where I introduced the girls to ropes and TUGs, and our recent conversation about what girl/girl things we might do in a TUG. We were going to experiment and try new things, but only if we were willing.

We locked the entertainment room door, dumped out all the gags/blindfolds and ropes, laid out everyone’s vibrators and stripped to our panties. We had a number of options to try, but I knew everyone, including me, wasn’t going to try all of them. Lisa and Rhonda had not experienced the vibrator stuffed down their panties TUG like the rest of us did at Lisa’s party. Lisa was eager to get started, and chose to be tied to one of the posts in the utility room. She grabbed her favorite vibe and handed it to me. She stood with her back to a post and crossed her wrists behind it, signaling that she was ready. We tied her wrists, knees and ankles. In addition, we blindfolded her and tied an extra rope around her waist, holding her tightly to the post. Rhonda asked me if she could try my large 1-1/2” X 6” penis vibe. We got Rhonda ready by tying her to the other post, exactly as we had tied Lisa. Beth, Ashley and I made out with them, caressed their bodies all over (especially between their thighs), thoroughly played with their breasts and nipples, and then licking, sucking and nibbling on those luscious erect buds. Finally, after about 15 minutes, we turned on the vibrators and ran them all over the sensitive areas of Lisa’s and Rhonda’s bodies, especially over their nipples and between their legs. When the girls were more than ready and begging for the vibrators, I turned mine up to high, and carefully slipped it right down inside the front of Rhonda’s panties, so that the head was in the right spot. Beth did the same to Lisa, and the rest of us went back into the entertainment room.

I told Beth and Ashley that I wanted to try something different, that we had not talked about previously. I would play with myself, and then turn my vibe on high, stick it all the way into my pussy, and hold it in with my panties. They could then tie me up anyway they liked, stretch me out on a sofa and leave me. The girls thought this would be a fun TUG and prepared everything they were going to use on me. I stood next to a sofa, pulled down my panties and began fingering myself. I was a little startled by the somewhat apprehensive Ashley, when she asked Beth if she could try what I was doing, next. I turned my 1-1/4” X 6” vibe on high, worked it all the way inside me and pulled up my panties. I told Beth and Ashley to tie me up quickly, before the vibe really got me going. They efficiently tied my wrists and elbows behind my back, blindfolded and gagged me, and positioned me on my back on the sofa, before tying my knees and ankles together. For several minutes, I could hear Beth tying Ashley on the sofa, across the room from me, and then all was quiet, except for the steady buzzing sound coming from my pussy. Beth was to be our safety. Any girl who gave 3 fast grunts into her gag was in trouble or had enough, and was to be immediately released. However, Beth was also there to tease and torment us. She came to me several times to play with my breasts and suck my nipples, while running her fingers up and down my thighs.

It may have taken 10 or more minutes before the effects of the vibrator in my pussy began reaching my brain. Then, I felt an orgasm slowly building inside me. I started moaning, and flopped around and bucked, but nothing I did made my orgasm come any faster. I had gotten myself onto my side, facing the back of the sofa, and was trying to hump the sofa’s back cushion, when Beth came and flipped me on my back. She asked, “Have you come yet?” I vigorously shook my head, NO! Beth whispered in my ear, “You’ve really got yourself all worked up, haven’t you?” “Maybe I can help you a little?” She went right for my nipples with her mouth. This was the same thing she had done to me during our “Bet” at Lisa’s party, which caused me to lose $5.00. She licked my taut nipples languidly, before starting to suck them in earnest. Her lips sucked and pulled and elongated my sensitive nipples. I had forgotten about the orgasm building in my pussy, until it suddenly erupted, causing me to groan loudly into my gag and shake all over from the waves of pleasure consuming my body and mind. While the vibrator continued to buzz in my pussy, I was able to come down, from that 1st orgasm, to some mid-level plateau. Then, the next orgasm started building from there. I didn’t have to do much more than wiggle my hips and grind my legs together, for perhaps 10 minutes, when an even more powerful 2nd orgasm crashed through me.

I had been moaning, whimpering and trying to catch my breath. The vibrator in my pussy never varied or slowed. I had only moments to prepare myself for the next jolting orgasm. I would soon reach the point where I would lose control and come constantly, until I most likely would pass out. My 3rd orgasm rocked me to my core. I just wanted to lie there and come and come, until I passed out. I became aware that there were hands all over me. My gag was removed. Someone had their fingers between my thighs, and was feeling me between my legs. Someone else was licking and sucking my nipples. I heard Beth say that this will be Christine’s 4th orgasm. Someone smothered my mouth with hers and locked me into a long passionate kiss, and then I came again. She held me in the kiss until my orgasm subsided. I had enough presence of mind to say that I was finished! They rolled me over towards the back of the sofa and untied my elbows and wrists. I heard them, across the room, speaking to Ashley on the other sofa. Apparently Lisa and Rhonda had finished their time tied to the posts, with vibrators down their panties, and had been released. I quickly pulled down my panties and extracted the buzzing vibrator from my pussy and turned it off. I took my time untying my knees and ankles. The whole experience was phenomenal! I was exhausted. The other girls marveled at the experience that Ashley and I had been through. GOD, it had been tremendous!

Ashley was untied, and we all took a break. We raided the refrigerator in the entertainment room. There was plenty of pop and bottled water, along with leftover pizza and ribs. Beth heated up everything in the microwave, and we settled down to eat and discuss what we had just done. Everyone agreed that the TUGs were OK and that no-one’s “personal pussy privacy” (PPP, as we began referring to it) had been violated by a girl playing with another girl’s private parts. There was absolutely no indication, from anyone, that we had done anything wrong or crossed some line of impropriety into lesbian sexual activity. When we finished our break and talk, Beth announced that we were going to play a “Betathon.” You will remember from PART 2 that our boys loved to tie us up and force us to make out with each other. The girls had made a pact whereby, when the boys made us make out with each other, we could have a “Bet” for $5.00 to see which girl would moan first, as we put on a show for the boys. Beth was going to pair the 4 of us off, and then the winners from each pair would play against each other to determine the ultimate winner.

One by one, Beth tied our wrists crossed in the small of our backs. She went to a cabinet and pulled out 4 long ropes. They must have been 8’-10’ long. Beth looped the rope around Lisa’s waist and brought it together in front of her, making sure the ends were even. As she worked, she explained that her older sister, who was off at college, showed her how to tie these ropes, before going back to school. Beth tied a simple overhand knot in the rope, pulling it as tight as she could, before knotting it right in the center of Lisa’s waist. The ends of the rope dangled down in front of Lisa. Beth went around behind Lisa and reached between her legs, to pull the doubled ropes over Lisa’s panties and through her legs. She took her time, making sure that when she pulled the rope ends, they parted Lisa's pussy lips and continued out the back, through her ass crack, and up and around the same rope that was tied around Lisa’s waist. Beth told us that it was called a crotch rope, and we would all be getting one, plus a few more decorations. Beth made sure both strands of rope were properly centered, and then she pulled it really hard, burying the rope in Lisa’s slit, before tying it off tightly to the waist rope in back. Finally, she took the excess from the ends of the crotch rope, and tied them to Lisa’s wrists, so that if she pulled her arms, the crotch rope would rub her pussy.

Next, Beth tied a crotch rope on the rest of us. It was an interesting device of torment and stimulation. We all had a chance to test our new little tie-up toys by moving and bending, and even walking around a bit. I thought it would take an awful lot of moving and rubbing to get off, without any additional stimulation, but it sure felt good! We were lined up to be decorated. Beth had a spool of narrow red package wrapping ribbon. She cut off several strips about 12” long. Beth bent down in front of Lisa, with one strip of ribbon in her hand. She skillfully captured Lisa’s left nipple in her teeth and pulled on it. Before Lisa could react, Beth wrapped the ribbon twice around the base of Lisa’s nipple, knotted it once and tied it into a bow, much like tying a shoelace. We all received a little red bow on our left nipples, followed by one on our right nipples. My nipples hurt just a bit, but tingled more, as the knotted bow kept them like swollen peaks. Beth went down the line and tested her work by licking each girl’s nipples, causing most of us to moan and sigh.

Beth paired me up with Rhonda for the making out “Bet.” We were tied tightly together by a rope around our waists, along with another rope threaded around us, below our arm pits. Lisa was up against Ashley and $5.00 was at stake for each “Bet.” On Beth’s GO signal, I moved my feet to get a firm stance and make sure my crotch rope was comfortably settled in my pussy. It was no longer just the simple making out that could cause one of us to make any sound of pleasure and lose, but a sudden rub against our already aroused nipples or the pulling of our crotch rope could be enough for us to make a sound and forfeit the $5.00 “Bet.” I had never made out with Rhonda before. Rhonda looked nervous and seemed to be having difficulty getting her emotions under control from whatever the crotch rope or tit bows were doing to her nerves. We started kissing tentatively, but when I leaned in and captured her mouth, and at the same time raked my tongue across hers, Rhonda let out a big groan. It was over in no more than a minute. I turned my head to watch Lisa and Ashley going at it. Lisa was very good at making out. In fact, she was the 1st girl I ever kissed, and we developed our kissing skills by practicing with each other. Thus, I was really surprised, when Ashley won. It took Beth several minutes to separate us and re-tie us together for the winners and consolation “Bets.” I was paired up against Ashley, who was a few inches shorter than me. Beth said, “GO!”

Ashley attacked by leaning into me and kissing me hard, but I was ready. My feet were firmly planted, and because of my height advantage, Ashley’s nipples were pressed into my ribcage. Ashley’s kiss softened and soon our mouths were open wide and fastened, while our tongues dueled. We broke to catch our breaths a couple times. Because of my height advantage, Ashley’s head was bent back, while we made out. During our 3rd go at each other, I started sucking her tongue, while really leaning into her, and swaying my hips. I don’t know whether it was from that kiss, or her nipples rubbing my ribcage, or the movement of her crotch rope, but the tiniest little sound of pleasurable surrender came from Ashley’s throat. Beth proclaimed, “Christine Wins!” I hadn’t even realized that Lisa beat Rhonda, and the ropes that tied them together had been removed. While Beth separated Ashley and me, I couldn’t help but notice how hot the girls looked, with crotch ropes buried in their panties. Their breasts were thrust out from being tied, and everyone’s nipples were taut and red, decorated by the little red bows, and our lips looked a little puffy and sexy, from making out.

Beth directed us to spread out around the room, telling us she had one more little surprise for us. She came around and tied each of our ankles together. This was followed by everyone being blindfolded. I stood there for at least 5 minutes, occasionally hearing a little gasp or giggle from one of the girls. Finally, I guessed it was Beth, who got around to me. She was doing something with my crotch rope, in front, just above my pussy. I felt something there. Beth was finished for the moment, but one by one the girls began to moan and shriek. All of a sudden my crotch rope came to life, buzzing away like crazy. Beth had attached a vibrator to my crotch rope and it was humming on high speed. Beth called out, “the last girl still standing wins!” I immediately thought of falling over backwards, when I came. I never had an orgasm while standing alone, without any support. I bent my knees and leaned a bit forward. A low moaning sound came from my throat, while the 2 vibrating crotch rope strands, on either side of my clit, sent quivering sensations straight to my brain. As the orgasm built, I became aware that my tied taut nipples were also tingling and intensifying the feelings shooting through my body.

I heard the other girls moaning and gasping around me. It was Ashley on my right, who yelped out a loud OHHHHH, screamed, and collapsed onto the floor. The experience was nothing like playing, with the direct contact of your vibe on your clit, but I felt an orgasm coming strong and steadily. I squeezed my legs together, flexed my knees and rocked my hips up and down in a thrusting motion. My orgasm exploded, sending waves of pleasure down into my toes, as well as, everywhere up to my brain. I may have gasped or even shrieked. I don’t remember. I did hear Rhonda scream loudly, and heard Beth say, “I’ve got you!” I remember that when my orgasm subsided I was still standing and thrusting my hips. I guess Lisa was still standing at my left. I’m not sure if she had come yet, because she seemed to be panting and groaning, while gasping for air. I realized that I was moaning and sucking air, but not as loudly as Lisa, as the feelings of a 2nd orgasm got organized in my pussy. Lisa was louder than I have ever heard her. She was close to being out of control, and was desperate for that orgasm. Between heavy breaths, she spewed steady streams of, “OH,   OH GOD,   YES,   YES,   YES,   GAWD!!!” In an instant, Lisa was down on the carpet whimpering and gasping, while she enjoyed what must have been a massive orgasm. Just as I was getting close to coming again, the vibrator attached to my crotch rope was turned off. I involuntarily kept humping the crotch rope, trying desperately myself for another orgasm.

Someone removed my crotch rope and freed my ankles, but I was still blindfolded, with my wrists tied behind my back. My nipples were still tied with those little red bows and were becoming quite sensitive, even as I moved about. They walked me across the room and helped me sit on the carpeted floor. I was pushed down onto my back and my legs were spread wide apart by 2 sets of firm hands. While they held my legs, my ankles were firmly tied, I think, to the legs of a heavy sofa. The red bows around my nipples were removed, causing a tingling pain, as the blood rushed back into my nips. I was flat on my back, spread and exposed, wearing only my panties. Then I heard them! Vibrators were buzzing all around me! All 4 girls held me down! Beth whispered in my ear, “Christine, this is something you said that you’d like to try.” Did I say that??? TOO LATE!!! All four girls held me down, 2 on each side. The first 2 vibrators started running all over my breasts. When they hit my already sensitized nipples, I thought I would come immediately. A 3rd vibrator started running up and down the insides of my thighs, causing me to buck my hips wildly. I was already moaning and yelping out of control. Someone stuffed one of the blindfold/gags into my mouth.

While the 3 vibes continued to stimulate me, the 4th vibrator was pushed against my panties, between my tied spread legs, and settled right next to my clit. I was in mindless heaven, being stimulated all over simultaneously. I gave up and let the girls do what they wanted to me. My body was all nerves, and I responded to each and every sensual sensation. The 4th vibrator ran over my panties, up and down my slit. When it rested over my clit, I came hard. My scream was muffled by the gag. The other vibrators continued to stimulate my breasts and thighs, while I convulsed and trembled through my orgasm. The vibrators constantly arousing my breasts and nipples already had driven me half out of my mind. A thin vibrator was held motionless across my slit. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to come again, but it didn’t move. I had to go after it. I bucked my hips, to get the vibe tip to rub my clit. I was rewarded, after about 5 minutes of bucking, with a colossal well earned orgasm. The waves of pleasure overwhelmed me and I simply collapsed, too exhausted to do more than shudder and mew into my gag. I was aware that the girls were moving around me, and thought maybe it was over.

Two girls alternately teased, licked and sucked my now over stimulated nipples. After some time, I heard vibrators start up down between my legs. After all the TUGs we had played that night, my black panties were sopping wet, from my pussy juices. Anyone looking between my spread legs could easily distinguish the outline of my private parts. A small vibrator was pushed right against where my love tunnel was lurking wide open under my panties. I couldn’t move, but quivered and keened softly into my gag. Finally, the big vibrator circled round and round my clit. I wasn’t sure if I could come again, and as I whined into my gag, they brought me to new heights of pleasure, and a mind blowing orgasm. I was aware that they untied my feet, rolled me on my side to free my wrists, and remove my gag and blindfold, but my orgasm didn’t stop. I was in a partial daze and those wonderful pulses of pleasure kept stirring my insides. Beth and Lisa were right there comforting me. I sipped some Coke and began to sob. Every one was concerned, but I assured them that I was fine. It was just such an intimate experience, that I was overwhelmed. Eventually, I recovered and joined them. There was still more time to play, but I was finished and would be the safety.

The three of us tied Beth and Ashley to the posts in the utility room. We decided to blindfold and gag them, and then played with them, until they got really excited and moaning for relief. Lisa put Ashley’s vibrator down her panties. I had washed my big vibrator and decided to use it on Beth. However, instead of turning it on high, I only cranked it up to medium and slipped it down Beth’s panties. Back in the entertainment room, Rhonda had started playing with herself, and was ready to plunge her vibrator into her pussy. When she was ready, Lisa and I tied her up on a sofa and gagged her. Finally, Lisa prepared herself, and I tied her up on the other sofa. I told her that I wouldn’t gag her, unless she got too loud. Then, I could make out with her and suck her tits. I used the bathroom, sipped a little Coke and made the rounds of the girls, as safety, to see how each of them was doing. I caressed their thighs, tweaked some titties, or sucked on a nipple or two. I sucked on Beth’s nipples long and hard, and then tied one of her little red bows around each of her nipples. When I got back to Lisa, it looked like she was getting close to coming, so I tweaked her tits and made out with her, until she shrieked from her 1st orgasm. I was playing with Rhonda, and a moment after she had her 1st orgasm, I heard Ashley come in the other room. When I checked on her, she wanted to go some more.

I heard Rhonda have her 3rd orgasm, and rushed to see how she was doing. She nodded her head, yes, when I asked if she had enough. I untied her wrists so that she could free herself. Lisa was doing OK. In the utility room, Beth was really struggling and rocking her hips, trying for that 1st orgasm. Ashley groaned and sagged a bit, when her next orgasm hit her. After recovering for a few minutes, she grunted 3 times signaling that she had enough. I immediately plucked her vibrator out of her panties and freed her from the post. After a quick check on Lisa, it was time to put Beth out of her misery. I reached into her panties and turned my big vibrator up to high. I think she swore at me through her gag. When I got back to Lisa, she had flopped herself over on her stomach and was grinding herself into the sofa cushion. I rolled her onto her side, towards the back of the sofa, and saw that she had worked up a real sweat. Lisa pleaded with me, “I need to come, I need to come!” “Please, Please, Please Christine, rub my clit!” Her vibrator was only buzzing slowly, so I knew her battery was running down. I ran 2 fingers over her panties and easily felt her swollen clit. As I started to rub, I could tell she was building up to a huge scream. I grabbed the nearby gag, with my other hand, and shoved it into her mouth. It took no more than a couple minutes of rubbing her clit, for Lisa to scream and convulse. I rolled her back on her stomach and untied her, while she enjoyed her final orgasm.

I finished untying Lisa and stayed with her, until she had come down and could stand. We walked into the utility room, where Ashley and Rhonda were watching Beth. I told them how I only set her vibe on medium, at first. Ashley said that Beth had come twice. Ashley and Rhonda decided to help Beth with her 3rd orgasm. They positioned themselves on either side of her. Each had a hand rubbing her thighs, while they alternated kissing and sucking her nipples. After about 5 minutes of this, Beth cried out and shook violently. I saw Beth's knees give way for an instant, but left the vibrator run through her orgasm. As we freed her, Beth was all smiles. Everyone was buzzing, about what we all experienced, while we dressed and got ourselves presentable. There was plenty of time left, before my Mom would show up, to take us home.

We got drinks and sat down to talk. Everyone was so excited and talking all at once, about everything we had done. Beth's nipple bows and crotch ropes were pleasant surprises and big hits. I loved the feeling of having my nipples tied. It was so arousing and erotic that I wished my nips were tied longer. Beth had only experienced the vibrator down her panties, but from what she observed of our experiences, she wanted to try them ALL, SOON! We thought that being tied up, after inserting a buzzing vibe into our pussies, was the most intense and satisfying experience. However, I thought there was nothing more sensual an exhilarating than when all 4 of them held me down, tied my legs spread and used 4 vibrators on me. Everyone commented on how responsive I was, and how excited I got playing TUGs, as the reason I was so much fun to play with and tease. I suggested that being tied and spread, while vibrators were being used on me, would be more comfortable on a bed. Lisa brought up getting the boys involved in some of this, and I quickly agreed. It was conceivable that we might let a boy do everything except insert a vibe into our pussies. There was no immediate agreement, but everyone would think about it. We agreed to have another girl's TUG party in the near future. After my Mom dropped off Lisa and Ashley, she commented that her car smelled like pussy juices. She was right. My panties were still pretty wet. I told her that we were all tied up in several positions and had multiple orgasms. Next time, I would have to bring a spare pair of panties and a plastic bag.

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The next 3 months flew by, but there were no TUG parties during that period. For the first 3 weeks of November, I dated a lot. We kept our parents busy chauffeuring us around. I usually had a date or double date every Friday and Saturday night. In addition, kids came over to hangout every Sunday afternoon. The weather had changed, and we weren't using our pool, but on nice days we could sit around outdoors. Beth, like me, had really liked her time out in the yard at Lisa's party, with Eric and Brandon. The 4 of us had 2 double dates. Ashley and I dated Brian and Rob, while Lisa and I dated Matt and Tyler. I never knew who would show up on Sunday afternoons. Anywhere from 4-8 girls might show up, plus a comparable number of boys. Sometimes we would play a little touch football in the backyard, or just watch a football game on the big screen TV in the great room. The duffle bag of ropes and blindfolds/gags was always available. Kids would start coming around 2:00 PM and leave by 6:00 PM at the latest. There was always a supply of bottled water, soft drinks and snacks. Every Sunday morning, I baked a double batch of cookies to have on hand. The kids were really great about chipping in a couple dollars for the food they ate, and they were good about helping cleanup a little, before they left, which saved me some work. With 1 closet, 2 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms available for a little privacy, couples would always pair off somewhere, with various pieces of TUG equipment, to fool around and have a little fun for 30-60 minutes.

That social life came to a crashing halt the next week. It was Thanksgiving weekend, and the beginning of the Holiday Season for my parents and me. From Thanksgiving Day through New Years Day, my parents entertained every weekend. There were formal dinner parties on Friday and Saturday nights, or a dinner on Friday and an open house on Sunday. Every year, my parents invited their relatives, friends, neighbors, Foundation employees and business associates, into our home, to share in the spirit of the Holiday Season. Often, people stayed in the guest apartment. I love that time of year. I loved the camaraderie, decorations, fine food, shopping, and especially the Christmas music. I, also, loved being part of it all. You see, I was involved in virtually every aspect of most every party, as co-hostess, with my Mom. My involvement was not confined to just the parties themselves, but planning decorating and food preparation. Not only was the guest apartment unavailable to me, but I had no time to date anyone. However, most all of my friends were nearly in the same position. Their parents were busy with the Holidays and had no time to chauffeur us on dates. Besides, none of their homes were available for parties or even to hangout much. My cousins, James and John, and their parents came for Thanksgiving weekend, and stayed in the guest apartment. We had a great time with them. When they left on Sunday afternoon, James had left a little note in my room, which read, "We'll see you in the woods at the lake next summer!"

Holiday Student Council Party

I stayed after school everyday of the week of December 7, 1998, to oversee preparations for the big Student Council Holiday Dance, which would be on Friday the 11th. As Student Council President, I double checked everything and OKed final plans. The other Student Council officers, Brian, Tyler and Meagan headed up the social committee, and they and their volunteers did a great job decorating the gym in a Holiday theme. It looked beautiful on Friday afternoon, when they finished. The DJ came Wednesday afternoon to setup. He was able to put his equipment on the elevated stage, at one end of the gym. The Principle joined me, to consult on safety issues, while the DJ set up his light show. When we discussed his playlist, I insisted on minimal rap music. The Student Council had decided that we wanted: mostly danceable popular songs from the past few years; every 4th or 5th song was to be a slow makeout song; a little C&W and a little rap; and also a sprinkling of popular Christmas songs. The DJ assured me that he had a trainee, who would also be there during his breaks, so there would be at least 4 continuous hours of music, with no breaks. I confirmed that the kitchen staff would bake cookies and make lemonade and (UGH!) punch, as the refreshments. The janitors would setup tables for the refreshments, and put chairs around the perimeter of the gym, after school on Friday.

Finally, I had to double check that all the chaperones were coming and had their assignments. There was a nominal $1.00 admission charge for students. Some chaperones would collect money at the door. Others would serve refreshments, keep an eye on the dance floor, or patrol the halls and restrooms. Although most of the chaperones were teachers, my Mom and Dad volunteered, and would serve refreshments. I had gone to this same dance last year, when I was in 7th grade, and had no idea of who put it on, and all the work involved. I was really nervous on the night of the dance. So many things could go wrong! My parents and I left a little before 7:00 PM. When we got there, the rest of the chaperones were arriving. Everything was setup and the gym looked really nice. I took my parents to the refreshment table, and introduced them to the teacher, who showed them about the refreshments. The 3 other Student Council members arrived about 5 minutes later. Everything was perfect, so I told them to just walk around and look official. While I was at the front door, around 7:15, the DJ and his trainee arrived. They were playing music by 7:45. There was already a line of 7th graders at the door. The chaperones said they'd open the door at 7:30. All of a sudden the gym flooded with kids. The music played and the party was on.

I was so pumped with adrenaline that I grabbed Brian and headed for the center of the dance floor. It was about 1-1/2 hours before I took a break, having no idea of how many boys I had danced with. There were the usual kids sitting around the gym on chairs. When they weren't dancing, most of the kids stood in small revolving groups and talked. I made the rounds and said "hi" to everyone, and occasionally went back to the dance floor for a couple songs. One of the chaperones told me we had just over 300 kids come. I judged that the 8th graders outnumbered the 7th graders by 2-1. At the refreshment table, I talked with my parents a bit, and had 2 of our cafeteria's delicious cookies. There was a red punch, with Squirt or something in it, but I opted for lemonade. My next stop was the restroom, before going back to dance. Around 11:00, I noticed that people had been leaving. Maybe 100 remained, and they were all 8th graders. I got my 5 best girlfriends and the 6 boys we played with most, and found the darkest corner. I went up to the DJ and asked him to play slow makeout songs or romantic Christmas song for the last 45 minutes. A few more popular kids joined us. We danced and made out, changing partners every 2-3 songs, until the party was over. I think there may have been about 50 kids there at the end. The refreshment table had already been cleaned up. The social committee would come in on Saturday morning, to take down the decorations, and the janitors would put everything away and clean the gym on Monday morning. The whole party was beautiful. It was a huge success and I had a wonderful time.

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On Wednesday, instead of Friday, of the following week, my Glee Club, along with the bands and choir, put on a big Christmas concert for the public at 8:00 PM, because school would be out for Christmas vacation on Friday, and many people would be leaving town. On Thursday, I made a small spectacle of myself, before school in the halls. I brought Christmas presents, for my 6 favorite boys, and kissed them and wished them a Merry Christmas. On Friday, the last day of school, I brought all 15 girls, in our groups, my Christmas gifts to them.

I had a great Christmas vacation. My parent's parties had wonderful food and beautiful Christmas music playing in the background. Christmas was on a Friday that year, but on Monday-Wednesday of that week, I did have some free time to see some of my girlfriends, who hadn't gone out of town for the Holidays. Brian and Rob came over one afternoon. I, of course kept in touch with everyone, as much as possible, by email and phone. My free time to see my friends was similar the week after Christmas, with New Year's Eve coming on Thursday. We had an informal open house New Year's Eve afternoon, followed by an intimate dinner party for close friends. My parents had a big New Year's Eve party that night, for over 50 people. They hired a caterer to serve hors d'oeuvres and a bartender to serve drinks. Finally, Dad hired a small combo to play music from 8:00 PM, through the magical midnight hour; there was a keyboard, bass and percussionist. The guests would sing the lyrics to the popular songs they knew. I wore a blue strapless cocktail dress that matched my eyes, and 4" heels. While the wives were off gossiping in the living room, I danced quite a few songs, with their husbands in the great room. I was thankful for the dance lessons I had at modeling school. I had 3 glasses of champagne and enough hors-d'oeuvres to keep me from getting too giddy. As midnight approached, we turned on the big screen TV in the great room for our own local West Coast countdown to the New Year.

On Friday, January 1, 1999, we took some out of town friends to Pasadena to watch the spectacular Rose Bowl Parade in person. We rushed back home to watch the Rose Bowl football game on the big screen TV in the great room. Unfortunately, our hometown UCLA Bruins lost to Wisconsin, 38-31. I did keep my vibrators busy, almost daily, during Christmas vacation. One day I was using my largest 1-1/2" diameter vibrator to just play around and get off, when it suddenly slipped right into my wet pussy. I had never been able to get it in me before. From that day on, I played and experimented with it exclusively. It really filled me nicely and felt soooo good jammed all the way in. It took a lot of searching on the Internet to find a new larger vibe, but I finally ordered a soft flexible realistic penis shaped 7" X 1-3/4" diameter vibrator. Christmas vacation ended and we went back to school on Monday, January 4, 1999. The first 3 weeks back at school were extremely busy. The teachers seemed to plough through the textbooks, in an effort to catch up, and they piled on the homework.  Additionally, term papers and semester projects were due, and we had to study for semester exams, that were held January 25-27. I spent most of my time on weekends working on term papers and studying for exams. We had Thursday and Friday off, plus the weekend, for a 4 day semester break.

Semester Break Fun

I was so horny for some good TUGs, and so were the girls, that I planned dates and TUGs for everyday of the semester break. My parents and I were scheduled to go out for dinner Thursday night, so I invited Ashley, Rob and Brian over that afternoon. I made the boys strip to their underwear first, and Ashley and I tied them up. We took turns dancing and playing with the boys for nearly an hour, before releasing them and allowing them to relieve themselves. Ashley and I like to be tied and re-tied in different positions as we are gradually stripped down to our panties. We wore tight sweaters and somewhat loose fitting jeans to make it a little difficult for the boys. Brian and Rob did not disappoint us. They played with us and kept us tied up for about 2 hours, before letting us get to our vibrators, while they left us twice, to jerk off. It felt wonderful making out with the boys and letting them stimulate my body.

Lisa's father had gotten 4 tickets to a concert on Friday night, near where her father's graphic design business was located in the next town over from ours. Lisa, Matt and Tyler came over that afternoon for some TUG fun. I paid Lisa back for 2 tickets, and the boys said they would buy us dinner. Everyone brought a change of clothes. I again decreed that the boys first strip to their underwear, so that Lisa and I could be first to tie them up and play with them. After we shared the boys for about 30-40 minutes, Lisa led Tyler off to one of the bedrooms. That was my cue to take Matt into the other bedroom. I had him lie on his back, with his wrists tied behind him, and tied his feet together. I was all over him, kissing him everywhere, rubbing my bare titties all over his chest and letting him lick and suck my nipples. I had never seen Matt with such a huge erection that was sticking straight up in his boxers.

It looked like Matt's cock would bust right out of his underwear. What I was thinking was sooooo tempting, but would break our rules. Instead of looking into Matt's eyes, I couldn't stop staring at his erection. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed his flagpole and gave it 3 firm squeezes, before untying him. I told Matt to use the bathroom, and I went back to the great room, where Lisa was waiting for me. She told me that she was really beginning to like Tyler, and I said that I was more into Matt. I was afraid to tell her what I had done, and was a little apprehensive about what Matt might do when I was tied up. When Matt finished and crossed the hall into the other bedroom, to get dressed, Lisa and I went into our bedroom to get ready. I stuffed my panties with a couple Kleenex tissues before putting on some play clothes. Tyler and Matt shared and played with Lisa and me for over an hour. We were tied, re-tied, and gradually stripped down to our panties, while they made out and felt us up in several positions: dancing; sprawled on the floor; in an easy chair; and lying on a sofa. Eventually Tyler took Lisa off to the boy's bedroom.

Matt left me tied up on a sofa and went to the nearby bathroom to jerk off. When he returned, Matt picked me up and stood me behind the sofa. He gagged me, yanked my panties up as high as he could, and bent me over the back of the sofa. The wedgie left my panties crammed in my ass crack and my ass cheeks were bared. He gave me a sound spanking, which oddly felt kinda good, after the first few whacks. Matt removed my gag and untied my ankles. He walked me out to the center of the great room floor and we started to sway and dance. As we made out, he held me close, with his hands on my bare burning ass cheeks. I melted into him and was lost in his kisses. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, and felt Matt's erection growing against me. He moved around behind me and cupped my breasts, while he pushed his erection against my bound hands. He let me stroke his cock, through his boxers, for a few seconds, before whisking me off to the other bedroom. I was on the bed on my stomach, with my legs open a little, while Matt straddled me. He ran his now rock hard cock up and down my legs several times. Then, he crawled higher up and let me stroke his cock, through his shorts, for maybe 15 seconds, with one of my bound hands. Without saying a word, Matt untied me and left.

I ripped off my panties; got my vibrator out of the bedside table drawer, and went to work on my pussy. It took barely minutes for my 1st orgasm. Lisa walked in just as I came a 2nd time. She commented that I looked like I had a good time, and that she and Tyler really got into it. When I looked in a mirror, my hair was all wild, my lips had that sexy puffy used look and my eyes had a far off dazed appearance. Matt and I had something more going on, and I didn't know what it would lead to. Lisa and I cleaned up, made ourselves pretty and put on fresh clothes. My Mom dropped us all off at a well known restaurant chain, about 2 blocks from the theater. After dinner, the 4 of us walked to the concert hall. This new band had some good original songs and the lead vocalist was great, but I thought the lead guitarist was off all night. We had a great time and a great day! Lisa's mom picked us up at the theater. I put a little extra into my good night kiss with Matt. I had started it, but I would let Matt make the next move to see where he might want to go, with what I had started.

My parents were having company Saturday night, but I had the great room free all afternoon. I had invited Beth, Eric and Brandon over. My parents had moved in 4 dining room chairs, out of the way, in a corner of the great room, which gave me an idea. Beth and I had talked for weeks about the fun we had playing with Eric and Brandon on the lawn at Lisa's party last fall. I wanted to play with them again. When everyone had arrived, I thought it would be fun if the boys tied Beth and me up on one of the chairs. We kept our clothes on and the boys could use as much rope as they wanted. Two chairs were set out in the middle of the floor with Beth and me facing each other. Her arms were a little shorter than mine, so she was tied with her arms around the uprights of the chair back. When I sat in the other chair, my arms were drawn up over the top rail of the chair back. My wrists were tied together, stretched down with the excess rope, which was pulled tight and tied to a rung at the back of the chair. My elbows were tied together, followed by a rope wrapped tightly around my waist, and a long 25' length of rope tightly wrapped over and under my breasts, holding me firmly to the chair back. Beth was similarly tied to the chair across from me. Beth's knees and ankles were tied together. A rope across her thighs, plus her ankles tied to a chair rung in front, held her firmly to the chair. A rope was tied around my leg, just above my knee, passed under the chair seat and then tied to my other leg, pulling my legs wide apart. Finally, my legs were bent back, at the knees, and a rope secured each of my ankles to the back legs of the chair.

With my legs spread open on the chair, I was certain that Beth could see my panties, which gave me another idea, for a later date. We were gagged, blindfolded and left to struggle for maybe 30 minutes. It felt really good being so tightly bound and helpless, but I realized the boys couldn't play with us very much. From time to time, one of them fondled and squeezed my breasts, which were confined by the ropes and jutted outwards, trying to push through my shirt. The boys would also sensually run their hands up and down my legs. Eventually, we were freed. We paired up and sat on the sofas. We talked about the pros and cons of the chair tie, plus other TUGs we liked, and ultimately started making out. This led to the boys stripping us down to our panties and tying us up. We danced and made out for about half an hour, trading partners a couple times. I loved to slow dance while bound. The boys would wrap their arms around my back, forcing my arms back and my breasts out more. I could just lean my hard bare titties against his bare chest and let him kiss me silly.

Eric and Brandon decided to have a little more fun with us. Our wrists were still tied behind our backs and they blindfolded us. They played that spinning game that Beth and I went through at Lisa's party. They spun me round and round, until I started feeling a little dizzy. When they stopped me, one grabbed me from behind and squeezed and played with my breasts and nipples, while the other smothered me with kisses, as my head kept spinning. I could barely stand by myself, while they gave Beth the same treatment. They went back and forth, between us, and after my 3rd spin, my lips were pushed up against Beth's, for about 5 minutes of forced making out. Next, they bent us over and took turns giving us a pretty good spanking. That morning, I noticed that my ass cheeks were still a little pink from the spanking Matt had given me the day before. Fortunately the panties I wore that day covered this up. By the end of the spanking, I found myself actually moaning with a little arousal. They removed our blindfolds and tightly tied Beth and me together, tits to tits, and told us to make out, until they said we could stop. The boys were still fascinated by 2 girls making out, and they watched us perform for 10-15 minutes, before telling Beth and me that we could stop. We were separated and had our ankles and knees tied, lying on a sofa. I guess our little show did it for the boys, and they left us there to go jerk off.

When the boys returned, Brandon picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. I was laid out on the bed, and Brandon made out and played with me for about a half an hour. He touched and stroked me everywhere that was permitted. His mouth and tongue made my breasts and nipples throb and tingle. He made me moan with his sweet deep passionate kisses. At some point, Eric came in and took over for Brandon. There was something so sweet and sensual about Eric's lips that sent shivers up and down my spine, when he kissed me. I was already really turned on and squirming, from Brandon's playing with me. I felt as though Eric owned me. I never had to ask him to kiss me here or touch me there. He knew when and where and how to touch me, with his hands and lips and tongue. I melted under his kisses. Eric experimented with my body, and was learning how to tease me and bring me to new heights of arousal. I just laid there, kissing him back as zealously as I could, and enjoyed everything he did to me. When he finished and untied me, my whole body was a moaning quivering tingling blob of nerves, desperate for my vibrator. My 1st orgasm came almost immediately, but I took my time, with my 1-1/2" X 6" vibrator, to give myself 2 more mind blowing orgasms. Beth peeked into my bathroom, while I was putting myself together. She was already dressed, and came in to share the mirror, with a very happy look on her face. I asked her if she could stay a bit after the boys left, and she was sure her mom or dad would pick her up.

We met the boys out in the great room and lingered at my front door with them, while we waited for Eric's mom to pick them up. There was some extended kissing, and the boys left well marked from our freshly applied lipstick. Beth and I sat down and compared our afternoon experiences. Beth loved playing TUGs with Eric and Brandon, just as much as I did. I said that I would have liked the boys to make us come, just before or after they jerked off. Beth said that she had been thinking about the same thing ever since the girls got together at my house to discuss this possibility. We agreed on 3 different ways this could be done, but were still unsure if the boys could do it, or how many other girls would take it to this next step in our TUG play. Beth decided that she would have another girls TUG party, like her last one, but with the idea of possibly letting the boys use our vibrators on us.

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It had been over 2 months since I played any TUGs with boys, but after 3 straight days of TUGs, I was OK for a few weeks at least. It was just as well, because I couldn't use the great room the next day, Sunday, January 31. It was Super Bowl Sunday and my parents had invited friends over to watch the game on our big screen TV. We watched the Denver Broncos beat the Atlanta Falcons in Super Bowl XXXIII. The game was never really close, because of missed field goals and 5 turnovers by Atlanta. We went back to school on Monday, February 1, for the 2nd semester.

The week of February 8-12 was the Student Council Canned Food Drive, which involved me in extra work, before and after school, every day. In the mornings we collected the cans brought in by the students, and separated them into boxes for the 7th and 8th grades. We made a competition out of it. The Food Pantry picked up the canned food each day after school, and left more empty boxes for the next day. We would station ourselves at various school exits, after school, to remind the kids about bringing canned food the next day. Reminders were also announced each day over the school's PA system, along with totals by class. Competition really heated up by Wednesday, when the 7th graders took the lead. However, a great effort, and a lot of nagging, plus mothers dropping off canned food during the day, pulled the 8th grade way ahead by the end of school on Friday. It was a nice friendly competition, and the Food Pantry benefited greatly.

Ashley's and Lisa's TUG Parties

Patterned somewhat after the 3 small Tug parties I gave during semester break, Ashley and Lisa had their own parties during February and March. On Friday, February 12 Ashley invited Beth, Rhonda and me, plus Rob, Brian, Eric and Brandon to her party from 8:00 PM to midnight. On Saturday, March 6, Lisa invited Ashley, Beth, me, plus Brian, Rob, Matt and Tyler to her party, also from 8:00 PM to midnight. Each party worked out well, with the people who were invited, and I did have a lot of fun. Instead of playing Truth or Dare, we played abbreviated versions of 20 questions, before the boys took over.

The girls were tied up and played with, in various positions and states of undress for the better part of 3 hours. Besides the usual making out and feeling up, the boys made sure to include their seemingly favorite TUGs including: forcing the girls to make out with each other; giving each girl a stimulating spanking, and using an aerosol can of whipped cream in various ways. I won't go into anymore detail, because nothing happened that I haven't described earlier. The one outstanding thing, about both parties, was how well the boys got along and shared their time with each girl as evenly as possible. If Matt had wanted to make a move with me, to escalate our play to a new level, we never had the chance at Lisa's party. I was disappointed that there wasn't any move to have the boy's play with us in any of the ways that we experimented with at Beth's girl's party.

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Beth's 2nd Girls Party

On Friday, March 26, Beth invited Lisa, Ashley, Rhonda and me over for her 2nd girls party of TUGs and experimentation, with the idea of working out ways to let the boys play with us and make us come, My Mom dropped Lisa, Ashley and me off at Beth's house a little after 8:00 PM. Beth answered the door and took us downstairs. What we found was Rhonda teasing and taunting Beth's high school freshman brother Josh, who was tied to a support post in the utility room, with two $10.00 bills lying at his feet. Beth explained that she had bet her older brother $10.00 that she could tie him up, and that he couldn’t escape by the time his friend, Joey, arrived around 8:00 PM. Josh and Joey were going to a party down the street, and Beth's parents had already left for the evening. It was well after 8:00 PM, and Beth and Rhonda decided that Josh had lost the bet, and that we should have a little fun with him. Lisa had brought the duffle bag of TUG supplies and we began to tie Josh more securely to the post The 5 of us would capture Joey, when he got there, and tie him up to the other post. We blindfolded and gagged Josh, and waited for the doorbell to ring.

A few minutes later Beth escorted Joey downstairs, telling him that Josh was working on something in the utility room. When Joey entered the utility room, we all jumped him from behind. It took less than 2 minutes for our 5 girls to blindfold, gag and securely tie Joey to the other supporting post. Beth declared that we could play with them. Since she didn’t want to play with her brother, Beth and I concentrated on Joey, Leaving Josh to the other 3 girls. We removed their gags and took turns making out and caressing them all over. In about 15 minutes, both boys had very evident bulges in their shorts. Beth didn’t hesitate or ask. She unfastened Joey’s shorts and pulled them down past his knees. Lisa followed by pulling Josh’s shorts down. Just 2 weeks earlier, the girls had talked about what they could do, with a tied boy. Everyone began feeling, rubbing and squeezing the penises of both boys, which made even larger bulges in their boxers. The boys couldn’t stop moaning, from what we were doing, but also tried to protest and tell us to stop. OMG, this was fantastic and I didn’t want to stop. My fantasy was to make a boy cream his underwear. While I continued playing with Joey’s cock, Beth asked him if he wanted to come. He gasped out, "YES!" Then, she asked him if he wanted to come in his boxers. He emphatically shook his head, NO! With that Beth pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard cock and hairy balls. Other than pictures, I had never seen a real penis before. It seemed Lisa and Rhonda had taken charge of Josh, and his naked cock was standing at attention.

Beth gave me first chance at Joey. I gently and carefully touched and stroked him with my fingers, and felt his balls, while Joey gasped. It seemed natural to grasp his whole shaft in my hand and pump him. His hard cock looked beautiful and throbbed in my hand. Joey was moaning out of control. Beth stepped in and said she wanted to finish him off. As Joey pleaded to come, Beth pumped him and ran her other hand over the head of his rigid penis. Ashley was watching intently, while Lisa and Rhonda worked on Josh. I may have played with Joey’s cock and balls for about 5 minutes. It was only a few minutes after Beth started that I could tell that Joey was going to explode. I saw his body stiffen. His scrotum got really tight, and then contracted and shriveled. If Joey hadn’t gasped and let out a big groan, I think Beth would have wound up with a handful of cum. Beth got her hand out of the way just in time, but continued pumping his shaft with the other, while Joey shot his load of cum about 3’ across the cement floor. I think I gasped in amazement, and missed seeing who actually had made Josh come a couple minutes later. Josh’s cum had shot just as far across the floor, as Joey’s.

Beth left and came back with a roll of paper towels. I took a sheet and cleaned up Joey, while Beth used more paper towels to wipe up what was on the floor. I asked Beth if I could do Joey by myself. I was fascinated with the male genitalia. His whole rigid penis, and especially its wonderful head, looked beautiful and inviting. While Joey was recovering, I put my arms around his neck, drew him close and kissed him several times. When I stepped back and looked down, I thought I saw the slightest glimmer of life in his sagging limp penis. I bent over a bit, and with my left hand, I held his penis up, between my thumb and forefinger. I used my thumb and first 3 fingers, of my right hand to fondle and play with his scrotum and balls. After a few minutes of this, I felt his penis come to life. I stroked it with my fingers. It was absolutely amazing to see and feel his cock grow and harden in my hand. I couldn't resist, and bent over and kissed the head of his penis, getting a little taste of his pre-cum. The slightly salty taste was tolerable. I got more reaction from Joey, when I stroked the underside of his cock, especially in that area where the foreskin comes together just below the head of the penis. I found that the head of his penis seemed to be quite sensitive too. I stood up and kissed Joey a few times, whispering to him, “Are you ready to come again?” He vigorously nodded his head, YES! I grasped is cock with one hand and began to pump him. I used the palm of my other hand to rub circles over the tip of his penis. When I used my thumb, from the hand grasping his cock, to rub the sensitive area below the head of his penis, Joey was moaning and pleading for me NOT to stop! Beth was waiting with a paper towel ready, and after 2-3 more minutes of stimulation, Joey shot an enormous load of cum into the paper towel. That was my first hand job!

We left the boys to recover, while all the girls went next door in the entertainment room to get some Coke or bottled water. Beth said that Lisa and Rhonda could help her play with Joey, while Ashley and I were to do her brother, Josh, before we let them go. When it was time to go back and play with the boys some more, we brought some Coke and water, and offered them some. The boys were still tied securely to the posts and blindfolded, but no longer uttered any protests about getting loose or what we were doing to them. I whispered to Ashley that she could go first with Josh. She started making out with Josh, while moaning and caressing him all over. When Ashley bent over to start to play with Josh's rapidly hardening cock, I came in from the side and continued making out with him. Ashley had gotten Josh really hard, and then turned him over to me. I noticed that Josh’s erect cock was a bit shorter than Joey’s, but was definitely a little thicker. I bent over and kissed the tip of Josh's penis, and found that his pre-cum tasted less salty and sweeter than Joey's. His cock felt warm and wonderful in my hands, and I pumped his shaft slowly at first. I gently fingered his balls for a few minutes, before setting out to finish him off. The other girls had finished with Joey, and the sounds coming from Josh, while I pumped his cock, attracted them over to watch. It took longer than I thought it would. I alternately pumped his cock and rubbed its head, until he finally groaned and spurted his load.

Ashley was waiting with a paper towel to collect Josh’s ejaculation, but I was a little late getting my hand out of the way, and got some cum on my fingers. I licked the warm sticky goo off one of my fingers and swallowed it. It didn't taste at all bad. I offered some to the other girls. Lisa swiped some of Josh's cum, off one of my fingers, with her forefinger and licked it clean. Beth didn't want to taste her brother's cum and the other 2 girls said, "No." After cleaning Josh up, Ashley pulled up his boxers and shorts. We freed the boys and sent them on their way. Beth locked the entertainment room door, and we all started talking about our new experiences. Obviously, we could use our new skills on the boys, during those infrequent times that we played a TUG, where we tied up the boys. BUT, what would happen if I simply had a boy over, and we started making out and fooling around, without playing a TUG, and I gave him a handjob? What would he expect to do to me? Would he want to get to 3rd base? Matt was hinting at something, when he let me squeeze and feel his hard cock, through his shorts, while I was tied up. I couldn't possibly get him off that way. Maybe Matt just wanted a little extra stimulation, before he went off to masturbate? I was confused. Certainly we all had fun playing with Josh and Joey and giving them handjobs, but none of us had any solid ideas on how to incorporate our new skills into our relationships with the boys, without letting them do something to us, which we were not ready to allow.

The girls started stripping off their clothes to get to the TUGs we had come for. I stayed dressed. I had previously asked Beth to have 2 wooden dining chairs available. You remember that at one of my semester break TUG parties, Beth and I were tied to chairs and I had an idea back then. Beth supervised, as the girls tied me securely to one chair. I explained, while the other girls prepared me, that I wanted my legs tied spread and a blindfold and gag. I told them to play with me and get me really turned on. Wearing a short skirt and with my legs tied spread to the rear legs of the chair, my panties were quite visible. Then, they were to gag me and shove my big vibrator, turned on high, right between my legs, until it was lodged between my pussy and the seat of the chair. As soon as I said this, Ashley, wearing just her red panties, said that she wanted to try this in the other chair. Lisa started making out with me, while the other 2 girls tied Ashley to the other chair. When they were finished with Ashley, Beth came over to play with me, while Rhonda got started on Ashley. Lisa and Beth took turns making out with me, as both of them played with my breasts, through my blouse and bra, and caressed my bare legs. I had started to moan a little by then. Lisa turned on my vibrator and ran it over my breasts, finding my hard nipples. She ran it up and down my bare thighs and touched my pussy a few times. I moaned louder into Beth's kiss. Finally, Lisa rammed the buzzing vibrator between my legs, wedging it against my pussy and the chair seat. They blindfolded and gagged me and left me alone.

I heard Lisa say that she wanted to be bound on the floor, with her wrists tied behind her back and her legs tied spread to the legs of a sofa. She wanted Beth and Rhonda to play with her and make her come, using her vibrators. This was exactly what the girls did to me at Beth's last girl's TUG party last fall. I was beginning to feel the effects of my vibrator, and immersed my mind in the sensations my body was feeling. My idea really worked! The ropes around my breasts and waist held me tightly to the back of the chair, but I could actually move my body a little from side to side. As I did this, my pussy rolled on the buzzing vibrator. My 1st orgasm built slowly and steadily. The closer I got to coming, the more I wriggled my hips. Maybe it was 15 minutes before my 1st orgasm smashed through my body. I continued to squirm, while I came down. From time to time, I became aware of loud moans or shrieks, from the other girls, but it did not break my concentration. I kept my body still and let the next orgasm move steadily to its ultimate climax, although, during those few minutes, before I came, I lost control and writhed and rocked my hips against my vibrator. I had no sense of the time that had elapsed. I was a captive of the vibrator between my legs. My hips involuntarily pushed and swayed and rolled, until a 3rd huge orgasm hit me like an electric shock. After coming down for a few minutes and regaining my senses, I grunted loudly 3 times into my gag, signaling to the girls that I had enough.

After they released me, my hands were left tied behind my back and the blindfold was left on. The girls tied my ankles spread wide apart, probably to the legs of one of the sofas, and my skirt was flipped up. They probably left me alone on the floor for at least 15-20 minutes. I think 2 other girls were tied to the chairs and another tied like me. Someone unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra up, to bare my tits. She started making out with me. It was Rhonda. I heard a vibrator startup. Rhonda continued to make out with me, while she used the vibrator to stimulate my breasts and nipples. She soon had me moaning and gasping. When Rhonda moved the vibrator, to run up and down my inner thighs, I sighed in contentment and eagerly awaited its contact with my pussy. When it came, I wasn't expecting Rhonda to touch my clit first, and I yelped a little cry of surprise and pleasure. She moved the vibrator round and round my labia lips, over the entrance to my love hole, and, finally, around and over my clit, causing my frantic and desperate body to spasm uncontrollably, with a monstrous orgasm. But, she didn't stop. With only a moment to catch my breath, Rhonda returned the vibrator to my clit area. There were only a few teasing circles of the vibrator around my clit, before Rhonda pressed it against my now throbbing love nub, until I convulsed in an even more intense orgasm. I think it took me at least 10 minutes to come down and regain my composure, and then I was freed.

After Beth and Lisa finished their stints tied to the chairs, and everyone had gotten dressed, we had a little less than half and hour to sit down and talk. We reached some agreement on many things. Only at girl's TUG party was it OK for one of us to be tied and have a vibrator stuffed into our panties, or to insert a buzzing vibrator into our pussies and then be tied up. However, the 5 of us were unanimous that it was OK for a boy to tie a crotch rope on a girl, and then tie a vibrator to the crotch rope, as Beth had done to us at her 1st TUG party. We, also, agreed that it was OK for a boy to tie one of us to a chair and shove a vibrator between our legs. Finally, Lisa, Beth and I thought that it was OK for a boy to tie our legs spread and use a vibrator on our panty covered pussies, but Ashley and Rhonda weren't sure, although they agreed that that particular TUG was the most satisfying and sensual among all of the above. We left it there, and I promised to have a party before graduation.

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We had Good Friday, April 2, off from school, and this was the start of our extended one week Spring Vacation. My family flew to West Palm Beach, Florida, to visit with my retired Grandfather. Yes, I did bring 2 vibrators along. I spent a lot of time swimming in his pool or, out in the Atlantic Ocean, or just sunbathing. He took us out in his boat several times to cruise and fish. As you cruise East out into the Atlantic Ocean, you see the change in color of the water that tells you that you are in the warm blue Gulf Stream. I caught several Red Snappers and had a terrific fight landing a decent sized Amberjack. On Monday afternoon, Mom, Dad and I took one of my Grandfather's cars and drove the short distance over to Walt Disney World, near Orlando, and checked into our Disney hotel. We spent all day Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday at the Park. We would split up each morning, meet somewhere for lunch and go our separate ways in the afternoon. Mom and Dad had their favorite rides and places to visit that they remembered from going there before I was born. I went off on my own, but easily found some kids or Park rats to hang with. As they say down there, I had a blast. We flew back to California early Sunday afternoon, and school started again on Monday, April, 12th.

The Student Council Spring Dance was scheduled for the following Friday, April 16, so I spent a lot of time that week, during and after school, checking and finalizing plans for the party. We used the same DJ that we used for our Holiday Dance and he had a new light show. We decided not to decorate the gym as lavishly as was done for our previous dance. Instead large flower arrangements and pots were placed on tables around the gym, with a group of rented potted plants and flowers on the stage. Tyler came up with the idea of getting many of the 8th graders to go "casual formal," which meant for us that the boys would wear coats and ties. The girls would wear their fanciest dress, but not a gown, and wear a flower in their hair. Secretly, the 4 of us on the Student Council decided that anyone who dressed up for the dance would get in free; otherwise the admission was $1.00. It was no big deal, but Tyler and Meagan would stand by the entrance and give those who dressed up a nice little surprise by letting them in free. I wore a strapless ivory evening dress that showed of my new Florida tan nicely. It hugged my body down to my hips and flared out down to just above my knees. I wore a red gardenia in my hair. Over 300 7th and 8th graders came, and about 60 of my friends dressed up. We all hung out in one corner of the gym. I probably danced with 20 different boys, but only kissed and made out with my special ones. Other than our upcoming graduation, without a dance, this was our ceremonial goodbye to Junior High. The dance was wonderful and an emotional success for me as outgoing Student Council President.

During the following week, I thought seriously about having a TUG party, and what I wanted to do, with the boys currently in my life. My new skill of being able to get a boy off, with a handjob, was something I'd like to practice and do more, but wasn't sure how to work it into my TUG party, SINCE I DESPERATELY WANTED A BOY TO MAKE ME COME!!!

The Secret Meeting

Plans were coming together in my mind for a spectacular school year ending TUG party, but I wasn't at all sure about how many of the girls I could count on to come. Three of the girls at Beth's TUG party had agreed to let a boy wield their vibrators against their panty covered pussies, which is what I wanted. The other 2 girls had, at least, agreed to 2 other new TUGs, where the boys got to use our vibrators on us. I was certain that any number of boys would eagerly come to such a party, but I wasn't at all sure that any of the boys knew anything about crotch ropes and vibrators, or knew how to get us off using them. I decided to secretly invite Brian and Eric over on the morning of Saturday, April 24, with promises of showing them some new tie-up games. They promised and swore that they would tell no one of our rendezvous. We had already had a unit of sex ed. at school, and porn magazines, with vivid pictures, occasionally were passed around at school. So, it was no mystery to anyone, what boys and girls had between their legs. I had invited Brian and Eric for 8:00 AM, which wasn't a problem for any of us. During the week, we were all up early to go to school. I was usually up by 6:00 AM, to swim laps in our pool, before getting ready for the day. Dad would already be at the golf course and Mom would sleep in, though I told her the boys were coming.

When the boys arrived, we sat down to talk for awhile. With the recent revelations, that two 8th grade girls had gotten pregnant and left school, I told Brian and Eric that none of the girls wanted to have sex yet, and still didn't want any fingers in our panties. But, I said, "There were additional ways to play with us, and I would show them to you this morning." They both knew a little about vibrators, but had never heard of a crotch rope. I was wearing black cotton underwear, an old LA Raiders tee and red cotton short shorts. I picked up a 10' length of rope and demonstrated how to tie a crotch rope over my clothes. I tied the knot in front of me, around my waist, and then swiveled the rope around to the center of my back. I then reached between my legs and pulled the 2 strands through my crotch and around the waist rope in front. My shorts wrinkled and buckled, as I pulled the rope as hard as I could stand, and cinched it off, leaving the excess rope dangling in front of me. I told the boys that they could tie the 1st knot either in the front or back, but if my wrists were tied, they could be attached to the excess rope in back. I explained that a crotch rope is mostly used when the girl is naked, but they weren't going to have that chance. It could be tied over panties or clothes, and both teased and stimulated my sensitive areas, when I walked or moved while sitting or lying down. So, Eric asked, "Do you mean your clit?" I blushed a little and answered, "Yes, mostly my clit, but there are other sensitive areas down there."  Before they could question me further, I said, "I'll show you more later, but let's go for a walk first."

I left the crotch rope on and led the boys out to the pool area. We went through the west pool gate and walked towards our woods. As we walked, I told Eric and Brian about my 1st TUG, with my cousins, at our lake cottage woods. Brian and I joked about the 1st time he played with me, while I was tied to a tree at Ashley's house last summer. We strolled through the woods for 10-15 minutes, and I thought it would be a perfect place to play some TUGs. When we came to one of many likely trees, I backed up to it and crossed my wrists behind the tree. I found 2 trees that were about 8' apart and demonstrated how I could be tied spread, between them, in a standing "Y" or "X". Finally on the way out, I spotted a tree, with its 1st branch about 10' above the ground, and demonstrated how they could tie my wrists in front, throw a rope over the branch and tie me with my arms stretched overhead. I think the boys saw the potential. I was quiet on the walk back to my house, letting them ponder everything, before I got to the good stuff.

When we got back to the great room, I told them that it was their turn to try tying a crotch rope on me. I removed the crotch rope, which had been constantly rubbing my now aroused pussy, and pulled off my shorts and tank top, revealing my plain black cotton underwear. Eric wanted to go first. He tied the 1st knot in back of me. When he started pulling on the crotch rope, I spread my legs a little and reminded him to be sure it was centered. As he pulled it, it was definitely centered in my open slit. I said, "More; more; more; there!" After Eric cinched it off, I walked around to test it, while the boys stared between my legs. It was evident how the rope buried my panties in my slit and ass crack, but it felt great. Brian had his turn next, and tied his 1st knot in front. When he pulled the 2 rope strands between my legs, really hard, I winced. I said, "Ease off, Brian; now pull a little tighter; a little more; THERE!" "That feels perfect," I moaned. After I modeled the crotch rope for them, it was time to deal with vibrators.

I had my 1-1/4" and 1-1/2" vibes, and let Eric and Brian examine them. They felt them and played with the different speeds. I could tell that they were imagining stuffing one of them up my pussy. I told them that they could experiment by gently running the vibe against various areas of my body, at different speeds, to find out where they got the most response. I took the larger vibrator from Brian, and showed them how to tie it to my crotch rope, just above my panties, using two 12" lengths of red needlepoint yarn, that I pre-cut and had waiting nearby. When I turned the vibe on low, I told Brian and Eric that this would keep me aroused indefinitely, but I never could come. As Brian took a closer look, he switched the vibrator to high. That caused me to twitch and moan, but I told them that it would probably take at least 15 minutes for me to come. Both boys had seen and played with my bare breasts numerous times, so it was no surprise to them, when I took off my bra. I had to turn the distracting vibrator down to low. I had both boys hold out one hand, palm up, and spread their fingers. I took a piece of the red needlepoint yarn; wrapped it twice around Brian's little finger; cinched it; and tied a bow, just like tying a shoelace. I repeated this on Eric's little finger. "How does that feel?" I asked. They shrugged and said, "OK."  I replied, "It probably feels a little snug, but if you had to, how long could you keep it on?" Each of them thought that they could easily keep it on for a couple hours, and maybe longer. "GREAT!" I said, "Now each of you is going to tie one of them on my NIPPLES!"

I pinched and pulled on my nipples, getting them long and hard.  I instructed them on how to wrap the yarn twice around the base of each nipple; cinch it with a simple overhand knot on top, until it started to bulge; and tie a bow knot, just like their tennis shoes were tied. When they finished, my nipples were decorated with 2 cute red bows. I told the boys that they felt great and really turned me on. They felt and pinched my taut nipples for a couple minutes. I turned off the vibrator and untied it from my crotch rope. I had Brian untie the crotch rope and take it off. There was one wooden dining room chair strategically placed in the center of the floor. They were asked to imagine tying me to the chair, with extra ropes around my waist and breasts, and my legs spread and tied to the back legs of the chair.  Once in the right position, I demonstrated how to push the vibrator between my legs. Again, I told them that depending on the speed of the vibrator, and whether I was left alone or played with, I might not come at all, or have 2-3 orgasms in 30-45 minutes. I kidded with them a little, saying, "Well, have I given you something to think about, and enough new ways to play TUGs with the girls?" They eagerly nodded their heads, yes. Without waiting for any other comments or questions, I said, "How about one more surprise?" With my nipples still tied by the red bows, I led the boys into a bedroom and lay down on my back on the bed. I pushed my wrists behind my back and spread my legs. As they gawked, I said, "Imagine having a girl tied like this, and you having her vibrator!" "Wouldn't that be fun?" They seemed to be too dumbstruck, at what they were witnessing, to answer, and could only meekly nod, yes. I ordered each of them to hold one of my ankles tightly, as if they were tied to the corner posts of the bed.

I pulled my one hand, still holding my vibrator, out from behind my back, and told them that I was going to make myself come. GOD, I was so horny and turned on, that I'm sure they couldn't help notice my wet black panties. "Don't let go," I commanded, "Just watch and learn." I turned the vibrator on high and started running it over my breasts and nipples, telling Brian and Eric that the vibrator is used with a very light touch, and almost just the weight of the vibrator itself is enough. Then, I started moaning, as I ran the vibrator over my panties, I ran it slowly round and round my labia lips, while I moaned and purred, for at least 5 minutes. Next, I made little circles around the opening to my love tunnel. Brian and Eric stared at me transfixed. Finally, I moved the vibrator to my clit area. My hips were already grinding and bucking. I didn't waste any time, because I wanted to come badly. I had teased myself long enough. With a few quick circles around my clit, I held the vibe to it, until I came with a stifled shriek of pleasure. After a few minutes of coming down, I put the vibrator to my clit again. It took only minutes for me to groan loudly and experience a 2nd glorious orgasm. When I looked at Eric and Brian, they appeared to be in a stupor and hadn't moved a muscle. I looked at the clock and said, "There's over 2 hours left until lunchtime, DO YOU WANT TO PLAY!!!"

Saturday Morning TUG Fun

I told the boys that I would use the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed, and then I'd be ready to play. They could take me out to the woods or play with me any way they wanted, including the new things we had just done. They should discuss and plan what they were going to do, and get everything ready that they would need. I put on clean black panties and B-cup bra, with front clasp, a print buttoned sleeveless blouse, and a short navy blue skirt to match, along with my old tennis shoes. About 20 minutes had passed and I was out in the great room ready to play TUGs. They were waiting for me. I stood in the center of the room, crossed my wrists behind my back, symbolically giving myself to Brian and Eric. My cross wrists were immediately tied snugly. I trusted the boys and gave them my body and my emotions to play with.

Brian looped a crotch rope over my blouse and knotted it at my waist in front. It was quite an operation for him to carefully thread the 2 strands of rope between my legs, and pull it tightly behind me, through the rope tied around my waist. Even though my skirt was quite short, there was still a lot of material there that they seemingly hadn't considered. However, my skirt bunched up fairly evenly, as Brian pulled the ropes tightly between my pussy lips and ass crack. He cinched it behind me and then tied the excess to my bound wrists. As I walked around a little, the crotch rope was quite tight, but felt really good. I could tell that there was just one layer of skirt material, plus my nylon panties, between the ropes and my bare pussy lips. They led me down the hall, out across the pool deck, out the gate and behind the house, across the lawn, through another gate and into our woods. It didn't take them long to find a suitable tree, with about a 12" diameter trunk. By the time I had walked from the house to the woods, I was pretty turned on, both from the rubbing of the crotch rope and the anticipation of the fun I was going to have. Without saying anything aloud to Brian, I'm certain that Eric realized a little miscalculation in their plan, which he quickly fixed. He freed my wrists from the crotch rope, loosened the crotch rope, pulled my blouse out and pushed it up, to bare my midriff. He had to re-tighten the rope around my now bare waist, and then tighten the strands of rope between my legs. Finally, they untied my wrists, backed me up to the tree, and stretched my arms to re-tie my wrists behind the tree trunk. Lastly, my ankles were tied together.

I stared into Brian's eyes, as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back over my shoulders. He smiled, when he saw that my B cup bra had a clasp in front, which he quickly opened and pushed aside. For perhaps the next 20 minutes, Eric and Brian took turns playing and making out with me. I was kissed soundly and passionately by each of them, with lots of hot tongue action. I found that I couldn't help twitching my legs, making that crotch rope rub my pussy lips. While Eric played with my aching breasts, by thoroughly squeezing them, and licking and sucking my nipples, Brian really feasted on my nipples. He kissed them tenderly and then sucked them into his mouth, pulling and stretching them longer and longer. When Brian was satisfied that he had gotten my nipples as long and hard as he possibly could, he pulled 2 pieces if needlepoint yarn out of his pocket and tied tight red bows on my protruding nipples. Eric returned and said that he had found the perfect spot. My ankles and wrists were untied. Each of them grabbed one of my arms and walked me about 50' deeper into the woods. As we walked, they pulled off my loosened blouse and bra.

We stopped in front of 2 small trees that stood about 6' apart. A rope was wrapped around each of my wrists and knotted. The other ends of the ropes were tossed over branches in the tree trunks that were about 8-10' above ground. Then, they pulled, stretching my arms up and out into a pretty tight standing "Y." Ropes were tied to my ankles, and they made me spread my legs about 3' apart, before they tied them off at the base of the trees. Now I was in a full standing spread eagle, topless, except for my nipple bows, and with a crotch rope tied over my skirt and panties. Brian stood in front of me, making out and kissing me, while Eric stood behind me, groping and squeezing my breasts and tied nipples, and occasionally tugging my crotch rope. When they switched positions, Eric kissed my lips and nipples, while he rhythmically yanked on my crotch rope to some song in his head. This, of course, was driving me crazy. The more and faster he pulled the crotch rope, the louder I moaned and I tried to deepen and lengthen each kiss. Then I heard a familiar sound from behind me. Brian had brought my vibrator out to the woods in a little bag and was wielding it towards my pussy.

Eric took off his shirt, put his arms around me, crushed our bare chests together, and captured my mouth in a scorching series of deep open mouth kisses. I couldn't free myself, because he held my head with both hands. From behind, Brian was running the vibrator on high and slowly and infuriatingly up and down my inner thighs. Mews and whimpers escaped from my throat, and my chest heaved, as I gasped for air, between Eric's kisses. I didn't think they'd go any further out here in the woods, but in moments, Brian held the buzzing vibrator to the rope over the indentation in my skirt marking where my pussy was. He moved it slowly back and forth over my entire slit, and the 2 strands of rope were pinching my now aroused and swollen clit. He wasn't going to stop and I couldn't stop him, if I wanted. After about10 minutes of the vibrator running over my pussy, I screamed into Eric's kiss; my whole body shuddered and spasmed; and I exploded into one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. As I limply hung there spread-eagled, catching my breath and enjoying the pleasant sensations pulsing through my body, Eric said that he wanted to try it! Brian passed the still buzzing vibrator between my legs to Eric and pointed to my magical spot, where it should be applied. Kneeling in front of me, Eric touched the buzzing vibrator to my pussy. As Brian held me tightly, by my breasts, from behind, Eric steadily ran the vibrator back and forth over my pussy slit. I think I panicked. I thrust my hips at the vibrator, trying to make him go faster or harder or something, because I was so close. My gasps and whimpers finally turned into a ferocious groan, as I was overcome by another tremendous orgasm.

If Brian wasn't holding me up, I think my legs would have given way. Eric freed my legs and then untied the ropes around my wrists and tit bows. The rush of blood back into my sensitive buds made me grab my nipples, from the slight pain, for a couple moments. By then, I could stand on my own. As soon as I was free, I rushed to Brian, put my arms around his neck and gave him a warm soft passionate kiss, thanking him for the great TUG. I felt the huge bulge in his shorts. Newly emboldened from what I learned at Beth's recent party, I asked Brian if he wanted me to do something about it. I had never seen Brian blush over anything, but his face and neck turned bright red, and he shook his head, no. I whispered into his ear that we would get to that during the upcoming summer vacation. When I gave Eric his thank you kiss, I asked him if we were going to play some more? Brian had recovered by now and told me to put my blouse back on and button it. Eric was gathering up all the ropes, and put them in a little bag, along with my bra and vibrator. Once I had my blouse buttoned, they told me to cross my wrists behind my back, where they were promptly tied. The crotch rope was still securely tied between my legs. The 3 of us started the long march back to my house. Besides the rubbing from the crotch rope, every step I took made my blouse stimulate my bare taut nipples.

Once inside our great room, they quickly prepared me for the next TUG. My wrists were untied, my blouse was removed, and my wrists were re-tied behind my back. The crotch rope was removed, as were my skirt and shoes. I stood with only my panties on. With just my black nylon panties covering my pussy, Eric and Brian carefully tied a new crotch rope over my panties. When Brian asked me if it felt OK, I said, "YES," and then he gave it one more yank, before cinching it off and tying my wrists to the ends. They put me on my back on a sofa, blindfolded me, and tied my knees and ankles together. Finally, they tied a vibrator to my crotch rope and turned it on a low setting. Each of them gave me a little kiss on the lips and told me to have fun with myself. I'm not sure how long they left me there. I assumed that they were at least jerking off somewhere. The sensations in my pussy were quite pleasurable. I never tried to get off, but once in a while wiggled my legs and hips. Finally, I heard them coming.

The vibrator was turned off and removed, along with the crotch rope. My knees and ankles were untied, and I was helped to my feet. They walked me into one of the bedrooms and positioned me on the bed. I knew what they were going to do and couldn't wait. This is what I had envisioned for months! My wrists were tied behind me and I was flat on my back. Ropes were tied around my ankles, and then my legs were pulled apart, stretched and tied to the bed's cornerposts. Eric asked me if I was comfortable and ready. I nodded my head, yes. He kissed me and then kissed my nipples, before starting the vibrator. Eric gently ran the vibrator up and down both my inner thighs. I knew my panties were pretty wet, and was certain that as Eric looked between my spread legs, he could easily make out the outline of my pussy. As I moaned, Eric moved in on his target. He positioned the vibrator right over my outer labia lips, and slowly moved it round and round, making me squirm. My moaning grew louder, when Eric held the vibrator right over the opening to my vagina. I began to pant and wriggle more. The buzzing head moved closer and closer to my waiting clitoris. I bucked my hips. I couldn't stand much more, when Eric moved the vibrator back and forth over my clit. Within minutes, I shuddered and screamed. The enormous orgasm enveloped my whole body. I just laid there gasping for air, with my chest heaving.

When Brian appeared with the buzzing vibrator, I smiled at him and asked, "Can you give me a few minutes to catch my breath, before you use that?" "But, play with me NOW!" I didn't want to lose my high completely, but I wasn't ready for the vibrator yet. He kissed me softly on my face and neck for several minutes, and then kissed his way down to my breasts. I had pretty much calmed down by now, but, when Brian started licking my nipples, my breathing picked up and new sensations of arousal pulsed down to my pussy. I cried out, "OH GOD, I'm ready NOW!" Brian immediately turned my vibrator back on and ran it up and down my thighs, before bringing it to my pussy. Just like Eric, Brian had watched me closely during my earlier demonstration. He slowly moved the vibrator around my pussy lips, while I moaned encouragingly to him. I was shocked when the vibrator was pressed against my clit. It was so intense. I moaned, "That's too hard!" Instantly he reduced the pressure, and I panted out, "Yes, Yes, Just like that!"  Within minutes, my body shook and I came, gasping breathlessly. Brian had that lost look in his eyes, as if he didn't realize what he had just done. I had the presence of mind to scream, "Don't stop, PLEASE, don't stop!" "I WANT MORE!" It never crossed my mind that Brian was seeing me so weak, vulnerable and out of control. Brian apparently knew enough to skip the preliminaries, because he ran the vibrator around the entrance to my vagina for a couple minutes, and then moved in on my clit. Within a few more minutes, he made me come again.

When I could speak, I smiled up at Brian, who was untying my ankles, and said, "THAT WAS GREAT!" And when he freed my wrists, I bounded out of bed and wrapped my arms around Brian, hugging him tightly. Playing TUGs: with a vibrator stuffed between your legs, while tied to a chair; or having a vibrator tied to your crotch rope was a lot of fun, but letting a boy run your vibrator over your panties and making you come was really incredible! It was certain that I would do that much more often in the future. I kissed Brian and then smiled at him, and asked him if he was OK? As he nodded his head, yes, he said, "That was really amazing." I replied back that it was wonderful and that he was really great. I was truly touched, when Brian hesitantly asked, "Did I hurt you?" I quickly responded, "Oh no, no, not at all." "When I said it was too hard, I meant that it was so intense that I thought I might pass out." "A light touch is always best," I said, and kissed him again. I suggested that he get dressed and I would meet the 2 of them out in the kitchen in a little while, where we would have some lunch and talk.

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I washed between my legs, plus my face and breasts, and put on my 3rd bra and panty set of the day. I combed my hair, put on some lipstick and dressed for the mall. My Mom was going to take a bunch of us girls over to the mall that afternoon. When I rushed into the kitchen, the boys were waiting, along with a note from my Mom. She had gone out to the golf course and was going out for lunch with my Dad. This was going to be a do-it-yourself lunch. I flung open the refrigerator and cupboards, and put out: dishes, silverware, bread, sandwich fixings, condiments, soft drinks, etc. There was a bowl of fresh fruit on the table and ice cream in the freezer. As the 3 of us made our sandwiches and ate, we talked. OK, so Eric and Brian piled on the thanks and praise for me: because I showed them 3 new TUG games and the nipple bows; because I let them play with me anyway they wanted and let them make me come; and mostly because of the way I responded and acted, when I got excited and came. They thought that was unbelievably cool. I praised them, too: for sharing their time with me, without any hints of disagreement; for their imaginations in how they played with me in the woods; for how much they turned me on; and, of course, for making me come, both in the woods and in my bed. I had opened a new page in my sexual evolution, and I wasn't about to look back.

I outlined my plans for a school year ending TUG party on Saturday, May 15, which was 3 weeks away. There was no doubt that Eric and Brian would want to attend, but I wasn't certain how many girls would come, considering the new TUG rules that would be allowed. During the coming week, I would invite the girls and see who wanted to come. In the meantime, Eric and Brian were to come up with some TUGs that we could play outdoors in my backyard that afternoon, along with utilizing my woods and some time in our swimsuits around the pool. We would break for dinner and then play some indoor games until 12:00 midnight. The 3 of us would get together the following weekend to see what they had come up with, and I would know what girls would be coming and what boys to invite. Just as we had finished lunch and were cleaning up the kitchen, Lisa, Beth and Ashley showed up EARLY for our shopping trip to the mall.

The girls, of course wanted to know what the boys were doing there. I told them that we had a little meeting and played some. However, it was the boys, especially Eric, who went into great detail about everything we did that morning, while I cleaned up the kitchen. I was going to tell them everything and invite them to my May 15th party anyway, later that afternoon, while we were at the mall. Everyone followed me into the great room, where they saw the ropes, my tee and blouse, shorts and skirt, and 2 bras strewn everywhere, plus one of my vibrators was sitting out on a sofa. The ropes that held my ankles were still tied to the corner posts of the bed, and my other vibrator lay in plain sight on the bed. Lisa came out of the bathroom triumphantly waving my 2 soaked panties that she had found on the floor. I wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, I remembered my recent experiences that I had on that bed, and smiled. It was then that Brian and Eric decided to split. I walked them to the door and double-checked that they were clear on planning a full day's worth of games for the party. I said, "I know you'll tell everyone about what we did that morning, and that's OK, because it might be helpful for some of the boys to know how to play these new TUGs." "However," I continued, "There is no guarantee which boys will be invited, and that depends on which girls want to come and who they want to invite." On a lighter note, I promised, "If nobody else wants to come, the 2 of you can share me all day!" With that, I kissed each of them goodbye and said that we'd keep in touch, adding that I wanted to come A LOT, at the party, and they could try and make me PASS OUT"

Mom eventually came home and drove the 4 of us to the mall, for an afternoon of shopping and gabbing. I did have to tell the girls more details, than the boys revealed, about my morning experiences, and how it all felt. When I had finished, Lisa, Ashley and Beth were in. I made each of them choose a boy to invite. This was not to be considered a date, or any promise that they would have that boy even play with them, but rather to decide which boys to invite and keep the numbers even. I chose Brian. Lisa chose Tyler. Ashley chose Rob, and Beth chose Eric. We already had 4 couples, and I hadn't even put the word out yet to my other girlfriends. Although, I was sure that word, about my party, would quickly spread.

On the following Saturday, May 1st, I had an early modeling shoot for the department store. Mom had to get me to downtown LA by 8:00 AM. It was a long shoot. In the morning, we were all photographed in summer wear, and in the afternoon it was back-to-school clothes. This was not yet the totally digital age of photography, so while Mom and I went out to lunch, contact sheets of the morning photos were made and everything looked good. After lunch, the department store owner came in to notify everyone that this was the last shoot. The department store was dropping their All American Family fashion spread. At least 4 times a year, people saw my imaginary family and I grow up, for 6 years, in the department store's ad campaign. I loved that job. At least I would still have modeling jobs through my agency. On that same Saturday afternoon, while I was being photographed in the latest back-to-school clothes, Lisa held a little practice party for some of the kids. I heard that Beth and Rhonda were there, along with Tyler, Brandon and Rob. The boys received quick lessons on tying crotch ropes, chair ties and tit bows. They learned about vibrators and how to use them, especially for tying them to a crotch rope or stuffing between a girl's legs, while she was tied spread on a wooden chair. When a girl is tied to a chair like that, the vibrator only has to be pushed 1"-2" to hit a sensitive area between her legs. Finally, the boys got to use the vibrators over the girl's panties and make them come. I think the girls exaggerated, but it was safe to assume that each of them had multiple orgasms that afternoon, and those boys were pronounced ready for my party.

Eric and Brian came over, for an hour or so, the next afternoon. I had decided, even before I invited all the girls, that the theme of my party would be an All Day Slave TUG Party. Every time I thought about it I got horny. The boys would have complete control over the girls, and could make us come whenever they wanted, or not. The boys would have to get off on their own, unless they freed us to give them a handjob. Eric and Brian assured me that had plenty of games to play. They checked on what TUG equipment I would have available, and hinted that they would probably bring some other things. I told them who was coming, although they had learned who most of the boys were earlier, because I had invited them as soon as a girl accepted my invitation. Rhonda was coming, and she chose Brandon to invite. My neighborhood girlfriend, Janice, who was a freshman in high school, heard about the party and asked if she could come. She had already gone through 2 boyfriends, and for what she was going to do for me, during the upcoming summer vacation, I easily welcomed her. I invited Matt to even up the numbers.

I was pleasantly surprised, when Jill and Kelley decided to attend. They were 2 of the 3 girls in that small odd informal group included in our 16 closest girlfriends. Jill and Kelley were the 2 girls, who had come to my girl's party last September, and were the only girls who had not experienced an orgasm until then. I invited their choices of John and Neal to round out the party, with 8 boys and 8 girls. Those girls were both so cute, and had really shed many of their sexual hang-ups over the last 6-7 months. On Sunday, May 9, Lisa and Ashley were over. We were going to try on bikinis and shave our pussies in preparation for my party the following Saturday. Jill called me that morning, and I invited her and Kelley over. They hadn't seen the woods or any of the new TUG games we were going to play. I think virtually all my girlfriends had bought new bikinis for the summer, and those coming to my party would certainly wear their newest sexiest bikinis. Lisa and I had bought matching bikinis, from the same online store. Lisa's was a bright shiny metallic gold, and mine was metallic silver, with a hint of blue tones. There was a lot of Spandex in the fabric, and they hugged every inch of our bodies. The bottoms were lo-rise in front, with a narrow strap attached to the back, which covered most of our ass cheeks. The one piece bottom had ornamental tied bows on each hip that were made out of matching cord. The tops were the standard 2 triangle cups held together by a cord tie in back and halter type tie behind the neck.

When everyone was there, we started with a group pussy trimming and shaving. My pubic hairs are dark brown and curly, and seem to grow quite fast, compared to Lisa's fine blonde pubes. I shaved my pubic triangle about ¼" smaller on all sides, and then shaved the hairs along the outside of my pussy lips. When everyone was clean and smooth, we tried on each other's bikinis for about half an hour. Next we got dressed and crotch-roped Jill and Kelley, and took them out to the woods, and showed them different ways they could be tied to trees for some outdoor fun. Back in the great room of the guest apartment, Lisa and Ashley insisted on tying those girls to wooden chairs. After Jill and Kelley were blindfolded and gagged and securely tied, vibrators were pushed between their spread legs, to give them a feel of what that TUG was like. Finally, Lisa insisted on giving them the full treatment. Ashley and Lisa released Jill and Kelley, but kept their hands tied behind their backs. The girls willingly allowed themselves to be taken into one of the bedrooms and let their legs be tied wide apart to the corners of each bed. Their skirts were flipped up, and both girls wanted to experience having an orgasm this way. As I went back and forth from bedroom to bedroom, Lisa started playing with Jill, and Ashley worked on Kelley. I was watching for any signs of apprehension or fear, from either girl, as they were played with. Both girls seemed to be having a great time, bucking and moaning with pleasure. In fact, Jill would call out, "More, more and faster, faster." Jill was a real moaner, and Kelley let out little shrieks as she came. Each girl received 2 great orgasms, before they were released. They were all smiles and couldn't wait for the party next Saturday.

It seemed everyone was ready for the party. At school the following week, the girls quietly did a lot of provocative good natured goading of the boys, who were coming to the party, but we couldn't get them to reveal any of their plans for us. Since we were to play outdoor games in the backyard, plus play in the woods, and then play indoors after a dinner break, everyone was advised to bring tennis shoes, a change of clothes and their swimwear, along with poolside necessities and grooming aids. I told all the girls to bring extra panties, and suggested they might want to wear either skirts or shorts, for playing outdoors.

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My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 4 – Blowjobs and Deep Throat

Christine's Slave TUG Party

It was Saturday, May 15, 1999, the day of my big party. I slept in an extra couple hours, swam laps in our pool, showered, got dressed and had breakfast. It had been 3 whole weeks since my new experimental TUGs with Brian and Eric on that Saturday morning. I was horny and excited, and couldn't wait to play with the boys. The anticipation of what they plAnned for us was driving me crazy. The first thing I did was to stock the outdoor refrigerator with bottled water and pop, so they would be cold by dinner. I made up 2 bowls of fresh fruit and 2 bowls of Hostess Twinkies, fruit pies and crème filled chocolate cupcakes, one for each of our outdoor picnic tables, and made sure there were plenty of paper plates and large napkins. I placed washcloths and towels in all 3 bathrooms and put a stack of beach towels out by the pool, Not knowing what games we would be playing out in the back yard caused me to fret over what to wear. I wanted to wear my sexy tight jean cutoffs, but I remembered the trouble the boys had trying to get them off, at Lisa's party without pulling down my panties too. When we went to the woods to play, this could be a problem and embarrassment. I brought down several changes of clothes and underwear, plus 2 bikinis from my bedroom, and placed them in the closet and dresser in the larger guest bedroom, with the king sized bed, which I had begun referring to as "my bedroom." Just after 11:00 AM, I phoned the pizza place and pre-ordered pizzas to be delivered around 6:00 PM, and said I would call if there were any changes. Several of the girls called wondering what I was wearing. Eric called and asked me if I had grapes and bananas on hand. I told him that I did, but then wondered what the boys were going to do with the fruit.

Perhaps I should digress here to tell you about our property and where we were going to play our outdoor TUGs. An 8' stucco wall runs about 600' along the front of our property. It has 2 driveway openings in it. There used to be electronic gates across the openings in the wall, but my Dad had them removed many years ago. There is a long semi-circular drive connecting the openings in the wall, with parking for 10-12 cars up in front of the house. The property is about as deep as it is long. The other 3 sides are surrounded by an 8' chain link fence, which has bushes planted in front of it. The house and 4 car detached garage sit back from the front wall about 150', with plantings around the buildings and scattered around the front yard, under 8 large shade trees. Our medium sized rectangular pool, with extra wide concrete pool decks, along the house and at the west end, is behind the house and is also surrounded by an 8' chain link fence. For years, an old dirt road ran behind our property. I learned that this road was the boundary for elementary school districts, explaining why Ashley, Brian, Rob and Matt did not go to my elementary school. Last year the dirt road was paved and houses were being built behind us in the old orchard. Over the winter, my Dad had installed green nylon webbing that was woven into the chain link fence around the pool, to give us complete privacy from the rear. Our woods is at the west end of our property, and it adjoins another woods belonging to the next property down the street. The woods is bounded by an old 4' high wire fence. It probably measures about 400' X 600'. There are well over 100 trees with 6"-12" diameter trunks, plus the whole area was dotted with many thick clumps of 6'-8' tall bushes to hide in.

Outdoors, I unlocked the pool gates to the backyard and waved at the pool man, who was just leaving. As I walked across the backyard to unlock the gate to our woods, I noticed that the lawn looked really nice. The gardeners must have come yesterday. I had some lunch and then got dressed. I decided to wear older standard playwear. I chose black panties and a front closure black bra, a short black skirt, and a medium blue sleeveless blouse, along with my old tennis shoes. As was usual, I placed my vibrators in a small clear plastic bag, with my name on it, and set it on the island countertop in the great room of the guest apartment, along with the duffle bag containing all the ropes and blindfold/gags. Brian and Eric arrived about 10 minutes before 1:00 PM, carrying 3 brown shopping bags. One of the bags was open with a soccer ball sticking out the top. I had stationed myself by the front door greeting the steady stream of arrivals. Everyone knew where to go and stow their stuff.

After everyone had arrived we gathered in the great room. Brian came in from out back. He ordered that all the girls have their hands tied behind their backs. Eric scooped up all the girl's vibrators and placed them in a plastic shopping bag. He took the blindfold/gags out of the duffle and placed them into one of the brown paper bags that he had brought. Everyone went out into the backyard, along with all the bags. I immediately noticed that 2 white stripes, about 50 yards apart, had been painted onto the lawn. I asked Eric about them. He showed me the spray can, which showed that the stuff would wash off in the rain or when we ran the sprinklers. Brian Anneounced that there would be a series of races for the girls to run. The first race was a three-legged race. I was paired with Rhonda and our ankles were tied to each other. We were told that if we fell, we would be punished, and the team that came in last would also be punished. I told Rhonda that we should start off slow, until we got a rhythm going and then pickup speed. With our hands tied, we couldn't support each other by putting our arms around each other's shoulders. When we heard, GO, we got off to a shaky start, but by the midway point, we started passing people. At the finish line, we won by several steps. Beth and Jill lost, and 4 of the boys ganged up on them, bent them over and gave them a thorough spanking.

The next 2 races were straight 50 yard dashes in 2 heats of 4 girls each. I ran against Lisa, Beth and Ashley. Lisa beat me out by at least 5', but Beth and Ashley suffered the pain and indignity of another spanking. That was 2 spankings for Beth already, and she was rubbing her rear. The 2nd heat was run by Rhonda, Janice, Jill and Kelley. Janice and Jill came in 1st and 2nd, meaning that Rhonda and Kelley were forced to bend over and receive a sound spanking from 4 boys. The final 50 yard dash was run by Jill, Janice, Lisa and me. Two of us were going to get our asses spanked at the finish. Jill had already endured 1 spanking, for losing in the three-legged race, but the other 3 of us were unscathed. It was really close. Lisa beat me by about a step, with Janice and Jill close behind. Janice got her 1st spanking of the day, but poor little Jill got #2. I saw her bent over while the boys smacked her butt, with their hands, and her exposed ass cheeks were nearly as red as her tiny red panties. The tied girls were all offered some sips of water or pop. It was good to catch our breaths, even if only for a few moments.

Eric Anneounced that the last race would be a backwards 50 yard dash. All 8 girls lined up on the starting line and we heard, GO. I started of fast, but didn't realize how difficult it was to run with my hands tied behind me. I had to keep looking over my shoulder to see where I was going. About halfway through the race, Lisa was coming up fast on my left. I was looking over my right shoulder, and Lisa looked over her left shoulder. We veered into each other, and our feet got tangled up. We both stumbled and went down on our butts. The race was over, and as we were getting to our feet, all the boys converged on Lisa and me. It seemed they were all anxious to start whacking our butts. We were bent over and our skirts flipped up. The spanking began, and they all cheered as they smacked our asses good. My butt stung and felt like it was burning, when they had finished. When I stood up, I noticed that one of the boys had taken our water polo goal out from the pool area and placed it against the outside of the pool fence, as a backstop. Brian was describing how the girls were going to play some kind of soccer game, with their hands still tied behind their backs. My attention was drawn to Eric, who was approaching Lisa and me, with 2 ropes. He quickly tied crotch ropes on each of us. Oddly, I discovered that the spanking had turned me on, because my panties felt a little wet, when the crotch rope was cinched tight. Brian joined us, and picked up the bags of equipment. The 4 of us walked towards the woods.

We stopped about 25' into the woods. Brian backed me up to a tree, and Eric did the same to Lisa about 10' away. I watched in amazement at how swiftly Brian prepared me. My hands were untied and re-tied behind the tree. In quick order, Brian removed my crotch rope, unbuttoned my blouse, unfastened my bra, pushed both items of clothes back over my shoulders, and unfastened my skirt, letting it drop around my ankles. He took a few minutes to carefully re-tie my crotch rope over my panties, taking care that the 2 strands of rope were perfectly centered over my pussy slit. Brian found the plastic bag that held my vibrators, from the bag holding all the girl's vibrators. My largest vibe was tied to my crotch rope, with the head just touching the top of my panties. Brian pulled up my skirt, and fastened it around my hips so that the base of the vibrator was just poking above my waistband. Finally, my ankles were tied together. I took a moment to glance over at Lisa and Eric. From the waist down, Lisa was trussed up exactly like me. However, her wrists had been tied in front of her, and her arms were stretched above her head and tied to a tree branch. Her tank top and bra were pushed up her arms and secured above her elbows. Another rope around her waist held her securely to the tree.

Brian cranked my vibrator up to high and began making out with me. We probably kissed for at least 10 minutes, while Brian played with my breasts and nipples. By then, I was beginning to feel the effects of the vibrator's non-stop stimulation of my pussy, and gave it away by uttering little moans and whimpers from my throat. As my orgasm built, I started wiggling my hips and legs, as much as I could, trying to get one of the vibrating crotch rope strands to stay against my clit. Brian could tell from my moans and increased breathing that my orgasm was coming soon. He stopped kissing me, and stared right into my eyes, while continuing to diddle my nipples. I stared right back at him, but my moans grew louder, and I had to close my eyes. As I took my last few gulps of air, stiffened, and started to groan, while the orgasm hit me, Brian smothered my mouth with a deep hard kiss. I groaned into his mouth, shuddered and shook all over. Brian held me and kissed me, until I had settled down. A few minutes later, Lisa must have had a spectacular orgasm, because her scream echoed through the woods.

Brian turned my vibrator down to low, and I discovered why our 20 gags/blindfolds had been transferred to another bag. From that bag, Brian first took out a rolled up white cotton sock and stuffed it into my mouth. Then, he pulled out one of the nylon gags and tightly threaded it between my lips and tied it behind my head. Lastly, he pulled 2 tiny clamps out of his pocket. They were tweezer style clamps, measuring no more than 2" long, but did not have alligator jaws. Instead, each side of the clamp was flat, measuring about 1' long X 1/4" wide. I later learned they came from Radio Shack, but don't know what they were used for. Brian pinched and pulled each of my nipples, before affixing a clamp on each of them. When the clamps bit in, there was a sharp pain, but it quickly turned into a dull slightly arousing sensation. Then, my attention was drawn to the edge of the woods, in front of me, where everyone was coming from the backyard. All the girl's hands were still tied behind their backs and each girl had a crotch rope tied between their legs.

Everyone was gathered around Lisa and me, staring at the way we were tied. Eric told the remaining girls that Lisa and I were examples of what could happen to them. He said, "Girls, you get a 5 minute head start, now RUN and HIDE!" The girls shrieked, took off and scattered. Brian told the remaining 6 boys that they should gather whatever equipment they thought they would want to use. They would have to find and capture one of the girls. Brian told the boys that after they had captured a girl, he and Eric would bring around that girl's vibrators. The boys grabbed blindfold/gags, rolled up socks and ropes. When everyone was ready, Brian yelled, "GO!", and the boys took off. After checking our bonds and yanking lightly a few times on our crotch ropes, Eric and Brian took off. Lisa and I were left alone, unable to get free, with the gently vibrating crotch ropes teasing our pussies. I could do little except to wiggle my legs and hips a bit, but there was no chance of another orgasm. I don't know how long we were tied there. Time passed slowly. I sympathetically glanced over at Lisa occasionally, but I could neither do nor say anything to help her. She seemed a little uncomfortable with her hands tied up over her head. From time to time, I would hear moans coming from the girls, who seemed to be scattered throughout the woods. But, nobody came back to play with Lisa or me. Later, I started hearing muffled shrieks and groans, probably signaling that one of the girls had come. It wasn't long after that, when boys began emerging from the woods and taking their captured girls back towards the house. I began to wonder if there was a certain area of the woods where all the boys jerked off. It was at least another 5-10 minutes, after the last tied girl had left the woods, when Rob and Brandon quietly snuck up behind Lisa and me.

They sized us up, and Rob sarcastically said, "You girls look like you really need to come." I nodded my head, yes. Rob came to me and removed my nipple clamps one at a time, taking a few moments to suck on each of my hard pointed nips. He untied my ankles, unfastened my skirt, letting it drop around my ankles, and removed my vibrator. Rob turned the vibrator up to high and began running it over my highly sensitive nipples. I could only meekly moan into my sock stuffed mouth. Anticipating what was coming next; I kicked my skirt off and spread my legs. Rob slowly ran the vibrator back and forth over my panty covered pussy many times. I bucked and thrust at it with my hips, desperate to come. When he touched the vibrator to my clit area, I screamed as loud as I could, into my gag, and came with a crashing orgasm. I could only stand there shaking and spasming all over. I heard Lisa come and watched her body twitch. Next, I couldn't believe what I heard. Rob asked Brandon, "Do you want to do Christine?" He smiled and walked over to me. The boys swapped vibrators, and Rob went to Lisa. I wasn't sure if I could take another orgasm. I locked my legs and took a firm stance. Brandon teased my inner thighs and all around the front of my panties with the buzzing vibrator for several minutes. I hadn't realized how much that 1st orgasm had turned me on. By the time Brandon ran my vibrator over my panties, I was ready to climb that tree that I was tied to. When Brandon made little circles around my clit, a series of tingling almost electric sensations shot throughout my body. I strained in my bonds, trying to get the vibrator to contact my now inflamed love bud. He teased me more, for several minutes. Finally, he pushed the head of the vibrator against my clit and held it there. I groaned, and quaked, and came, and came, and came! My legs held and I just sagged against the tree trunk.

I heard Lisa come, but couldn't even raise my head to look at her. Rob and Brandon left us alone, for 10-15 minutes, to recover and probably jack-off themselves. I made a mental note to check the woods tomorrow for signs of a semen depository, where all the boys jerked off, and what I might have to do about it. When the boys came back, Lisa and I were untied and un-gagged. I noted that the sock that had been in my mouth all that time was placed in the same plastic bag as my vibrators. We were allowed to get dressed and finger comb our hair. Finally, our wrists were tied together in front, and we were led out of the woods like slaves. As we walked across the lawn, I saw Janice and Rhonda in their bikinis, with bound wrists and ankles, lying on beach towels spread on the lawn. Tyler and John were kneeling over them, with vibrators in hand. Once inside the pool area, I saw that Jill and Beth were in their bikinis tied to the pool fence, with Matt and Neal tying crotch ropes onto them. Kelley and Ashley were in their bikinis too. They were tied up, and wore a crotch rope, and were each sprawled out on one of the double-wide padded redwood chaises. Brian and Eric were playing with them. Rob and Brandon led us into the house and freed us. Lisa and I were told that we had 10 minutes to change into our bikinis, or they would come in and help us put them on.

In my bedroom, Lisa and I stripped off our clothes, washed, combed and put our hair up in ponytails, and put on our shiny metallic bikinis. We talked constantly. Lisa had a lot of fun, as did I. We were hyped, from 3 orgasms apiece, whereas none of the other girls could have had more than 2, during their time in the woods. We thought the sock and cleave gag was cool. When I commented on the nipple clamps and how they stimulated me, Lisa said that she felt it too. When we came out of the bedroom, Rob and Brandon were waiting for us in the hall in their swim trunks. Our wrists were immediately tied behind our backs, with a little longer piece of rope, so that two 3' strands of excess rope dangled behind us. We all went out to the pool, where Lisa's and my bikini tops were removed. At the corner of the pool, Brandon helped us down the steps into the pool. We were taken out into waist deep water, and made to stand back to back, about 4' apart. Rob retrieved an old black inner tube from the far corner of the pool fence, and joined us in the water. My GOD! That old inner tube must have come from a truck tire. I used to play with it in the pool. However, several times a week my Dad sat in it and floated around the pool, for an hour or so, while he daydreamed and smoked a cigar. The inner tube was about 4' in diameter, with a 12" diameter tube.

The boys positioned the floating tube between Lisa and me. Rob pushed my bound wrists and arms into the inner ring of the tube, while Brandon pulled the tube up my back, as far as he could, causing me to raise my arms and bend my elbows. While Brandon held the tube in position, Rob took the 2 dangling strands of rope, from my wrists,  pulled them around in front of me and tied them together tightly around my waist. They did the same to Lisa, and started dragging us out into deeper water. I became more buoyant, as the water got deeper. Soon, only my toes touched the bottom of the pool, and then I was floating. The inner tube held Lisa and me afloat, supported by our bound arms behind our backs. It was actually pretty comfortable, with barely any strain on my arms or shoulders. My breasts were thrust out, and the water came up to about 2" above my nipples. Rob started teasing, making out and playing with me. When he finished his turn, Lisa and I were spun around and Brandon had his turn with me. For well over an hour, Lisa and I floated there in the middle of the deep end of the pool. It seemed the boys were moving about in pairs, traveling from one pair of bound girls to another. All 8 boys came out in the water to play with Lisa and me. Each spent about 10 minutes with each of us. They all made out with me and played with my breasts. Some boys pushed my breasts up, so they could suck on my nipples out of the water. Some boys took a deep breath and ducked their heads underwater to suck on my nipples. One took a deep breath and blew out bubbles on my nipples. Whenever any of them ran his hands over my body underwater, it gave me Goosebumps.

Matt got me into some pretty hot kissing, while his hands were busy caressing my inner thighs. The 1st time he did it, it didn't register on me immediately, because our tongues were having a fierce dual. The 2nd time, we were locked in another deep kiss, while one of his hands played with a breast, fingers from his other hand were stroking my pussy through my bikini bottoms. This DEFINITELY was not allowed in our TUG rules. I could have screamed the danger word and Matt would have been sent home, but it did feel really good. I didn't want to spoil the party. When he started rubbing my pussy a 3rd time, I raised a knee, between his legs, and gave him a pretty good nudge to his balls. When all the boys had finished with Lisa and me, Brian swam out to us, and slowly towed us along the far edge of the pool to shallower water. I noticed that all the other girls were standing at the other edge of the pool, with their wrists tied behind their backs. One at a time, each of the girls was picked up and thrown into the pool in about neck deep water. They all plopped in butt first and sank, coming up sputtering and gasping. But, two or more boys were right there to help them up and walk them out of the pool. While this was going on, Brian freed Lisa and me from the inner tube an untied our wrists. We walked out of the pool on our own, while the shocked and drenched girls got their wrists untied. Everybody headed for the stack of towels to dry off. I was plotting my revenge on Matt.

When we were dried off, Lisa and I put on our bikini tops and we reclined on 2 chaise lounges, to warm up a bit in the sun. After we gabbed for about 15 minutes, I whispered and asked Lisa if Matt had done anything unusual to her out in the pool. When she said no, I told her that he did something to me. I told her to wait there, while I went to try and work something out to get even. I sought out Brian and Eric. I told them that I want to play a little prank on Matt to get back at him. I said, "If you 2 strong boys can get Matt securely tied, hands and feet, to the pool fence and blindfold him, I'll let both of you take me upstairs to my bedroom and play with me." "But, you have to promise that Matt won't get his hands on me for the rest of the party." They immediately agreed. I told them that I had to go call in the pizza order, but would be out in about 15 minutes, and Lisa would keep Matt busy until I got back outside. I went back to Lisa, and whispered to her, "When Brian and Eric have Matt ready, can you play with him and get him really turned on?" She said, "Of course," but wanted to know what was going on. I only said that you'll see when I get back outside, but I have to call the pizza delivery in. Then, I was gone. It was 5:20 PM. I went into my bedroom and called the pizza place. They had my pizzas made and ready for the oven. They said they'd be there right around 6:00 PM. I quickly freshened up, and picked up someone's red lipstick off the sink countertop. I applied an overly generous coating to my lips. I walked back outside to find Matt tied to the pool fence and blindfolded.

Lisa had done a good job on him. The bulge in his swimsuit was already evident. Lisa stepped aside to watch. I gave Matt a big smacking kiss on his lips, smearing lipstick all over his mouth. I sensuously kissed each of his nipples, leaving a lipstick imprint around each one. Then, I kissed my way down his chest to the top of his trunks, until the lipstick no longer left a mark. Probably everyone had noticed what was going on, by then, and stopped to watch. I grabbed his penis and gave it 3 big squeezes through his trunks. Several audible gasps came from the crowd, when my fingers curled under his swimsuit waistband, and I yanked them down to his knees. My fingers lightly caressed and rolled Matt's balls, which were revealed when his erect penis sprang straight out. I grabbed his cock and started pumping it for a few moments. I ran my fingers over the head of his shaft, and then ran my fingers up and down the underside of his cock, where that vein was bulging out. Matt could do nothing except gasp and groan. I alternated between rubbing my palm over the head of Matt's cock and pumping his shaft slowly. When I thought he was getting ready to burst, I rubbed the tip of his cock with the palm of my right hand, while grasping and pumping his shaft vigorously, with my left hand. When I saw his scrotum contract and shrivel, I knew it was coming. Matt let out a huge groan. I got my hand out of the way, and pumped him until no more cum shot out. When he finished spewing his load, I let go.

There was a little cum dribble at the tip of Matt's penis. I swiped it off with my finger and swallowed it. I pulled up his swim trunks, among all the cheers, and turned to Brian and Eric saying that they could untie Matt now. I Anneounced to everyone that the pizza would arrive in about 15 minutes. I said that drinks were in the refrigerator, and that I could use a couple people to help me carry out the rest of the food. Lisa and Janice scurried after me into the great room's kitchen. They couldn't believe what a great handjob I did on Matt, but wanted to know what brought that on. I said that I didn't want to spoil the party, so don't tell the others. "Matt rubbed my pussy, with his fingers 3 times, while I was tied to the inner tube, and the 3rd time I kneed him in the balls." "I didn't want to stop the party and send him home, so the handjob was my payback." Lisa was sure Matt got the message, and wouldn't violate the rules again. Janice commented that it was a really great show! The 3 of us carried out the bowls of fruit and Hostess desserts, and the napkins and plates. The boys had all sat down at one of the large picnic tables drinking pop, so the girls would sit together at the other table. Janice, Lisa and I waited at the pool gate until the pizza arrived. While I paid for the pizza, Janice and Lisa distributed them to the picnic tables. Everyone dug in.

All the talk was about the handjob. Matt took a lot of kidding from the boys. I heard some comment that Christine does it better than Matt can do himself. It was about 6:20 and I had just finished my 2nd slice of pizza, when Brian came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. He held his thumb up and gestured that it was time to go upstairs to my bedroom and play. I thought it would happen later, but rose from my seat. I told everyone that I had to go meet with Eric and Brian. I asked that people cleanup the area, when they had finished eating, and asked the girls to put the uneaten pizza in the refrigerator inside, and bring in the other food. I told them they could change into their indoor play clothes, whenever they wanted, and even shower if necessary. My parting words were, "We'll be back in awhile." Brian, Eric and I went inside. They stopped to pickup the equipment they were going to use on me. We walked out of the great room, down the hall to the main staircase, and upstairs to my room. They, too, wanted to know what was up with Matt, but I said, "Let's not spoil our fun." "I'll tell you later." I locked the door to my bedroom, and assured the boys that my parents would not be home until 9:00-10:00 PM.

They tied my wrists behind me and each of them made out with me for only a few minutes. When they took off my bikini top, I knew they wanted to get right to the fun stuff. My beautiful quilt was covering my bed, and my bikini bottom was still a little damp, so I asked that one of them get a towel, from the bathroom, to put under me. They laid me down on my bed, spread my legs and tied my ankles to the bottom cornerposts. The rolled up white cotton sock was stuffed in my mouth and a scarf gag tied around my head held it firmly in place. Brian took one of my vibrators and ran it over my breasts and nipples the whole time, while Eric used the other vibrator on my inner thighs and panty covered pussy. Eric was more direct and methodical. He knows what to do and within about 10 minutes, he had me moaning and squirming. Within another 5 minutes, I was bucking and groaning with my 1st orgasm. Brian took over, while Eric went into the bathroom. I was primed for another quick orgasm, but Brian likes to take his time. If he had just put that vibrator to my clit, I would have come immediately. However, he was very good at teasing me and prolonging my pleasure. He would run the vibrator round and round my pussy lips, over my love tunnel, and get ever so close to my clit, before he would start over. He watched me closely and knew when I was close to coming. By the 3rd time, I was nearly out of my mind, thrashing about wildly and whimpering into my gag. I implored Brian, with my eyes, to let me come. Eventually, he put the vibrator to my clit and I screamed my relief, as a thunderous orgasm ripped through my body. It was a good thing that I was gagged so well, because I thought everyone downstairs might have heard me.

When Brian took off my gag and untied my ankles, I knew instinctively what he wanted. I wasn't sure that I implied it, when I invited the boys up to my room. It was definitely not in any of our TUG rules. In fact, the girls had never even discussed it. Ever since Beth's last party, I had fantasized about doing it, but I had only moments to rationalize it in my mind and decide whether I would actually go through with it. Brian helped me off the bed and got me to my feet, with my wrists still tied behind my back. Then, he made me kneel down on the floor. He stood in front of me, showing me the erection in his swim trunks.

I looked up at him and nodded my head, yes. Brian pulled down his swim trunks and his beautiful cock sprang forward. This would be my first attempt at a blowjob. Tentatively, I licked the head of his penis, before taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. Next, I licked his entire shaft, including his taut scrotum. I took his growing penis into my mouth and began to slide up and down on it, making sure my tongue was rubbing the underside of his cock, and that my teeth were well out of the way. After several minutes, it seemed I needed more lube. So, I withdrew and licked him all over again, getting his whole shaft dripping with my saliva. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and sucked on it, before taking him in my mouth again. I found myself moaning and mmmmming. Actually, I was having fun and enjoying what I was doing, but also wanted to let Brian know how much I liked his delicious cock. Bobbing and slurping and sucking, as I took him deeper into my mouth, I gagged. Eric came out of the bathroom and watched, but I was too engrossed in what I was doing to feel any embarrassment. It took only a few more minutes of bobbing and sucking, along with gagging several more times, when I felt Brian stiffen and grunt. His cum gushed into my mouth. For some reason, I intuitively kept sucking, until he had finished coming. I had a mouthful of cum, and swallowed it in 2 gulps. I already knew the taste of semen, and had no difficulty swallowing his load. I thought I should lick Brian's penis clean and swallow the rest. He tucked his withering cock back in his swim trunks, and asked Eric, "Shall we do her again?"

They had me on my back on the bed in seconds. My ankles were again spread and tied to the corner posts. They didn't even bother gagging me. After my 1st blowjob, I was so hot that I couldn't wait to come again. Eric started with the vibrator on my pussy, while Brian used the other one on my breasts and nipples. I'm sure I came within 10 minutes, but it was all a blur. The boys switched places, and Brian took over with my big vibrator down between my legs. He teased me a little, but not like earlier, and let me come rather quickly, with an explosive orgasm that spasmed throughout my body, but he didn't stop. He kept running the vibrator around my clit, until my spasms subsided. Then, he put the vibrator on my clit again and I immediately convulsed with another tremendous orgasm. I remember Eric holding his hand over my mouth, while I screamed. Before I could concentrate on anything, I was kneeling in front of Eric, still bound, with his rigid cock in my face. I was so horny, that I attacked his penis, with my tongue and mouth. I licked him all over and took him in my mouth. These boys were still growing, and their cocks would get longer and thicker, but they worked well enough to get a girl pregnant. I gagged when I tried to take the boy's cocks all the way in my mouth. I bobbed and sucked Eric's penis, and then licked him all over again. Eric was already moaning, when I resumed my bobbing and sucking. I sensed that he wouldn't last long, so I went faster and faster. Eric gave one last moan, as he came. He started to pull out, but I caught his penis lightly with my teeth and shook my head no. I sucked him until he finished coming and cleaned all his cum, before he pulled out. Boy's cum didn't seem to taste too different, from my limited experience.

Brian was ready with a cock that had started to wither. He hardened up quickly, when I licked his balls and penis. I thought I would tease Brian, like he teased me. For 4 or 5 times, I bobbed and sucked up and down his cock, coming up for air and licking him in-between. I think Brian sensed that he couldn't take much more, so he gently grabbed my head and thrust in and out, faster and faster. All I could do was hang on with my lips and tongue. He realized that he made me gag, when he went too deep. It took only a couple minutes for Brian to sigh and fill my mouth with his hot cum. I dutifully cleaned him off and swallowed his load. GOD that was fun! I loved doing it. While catching my breath, I realized that Eric was rummaging through the underwear drawer of my dresser. When I was untied and on my feet, Eric handed me my red lace g-string panties and red strapless pushup bra, and told me to use the bathroom to change.

I sat on the toilet, peed and rested a few minutes. My mind was whirling from what we had done. I still had to tell the boys about Matt and I had some other things to say. I washed my face, breasts and pussy. I brushed my teeth and started dressing. My strapless pushup bra looked really sexy no matter what I wore over it. My red lace g-string had two 1" wide red elastic bands that ran over my hips and met in back, just above my ass crack, with another 1" wide red elastic band that ran through my ass crack and attached to the bottom of the panty, between my legs. My ass cheeks were completely exposed. I came out of the bathroom wearing my red lace g-string and red pushup bra, and said, "I've been thinking, and let's talk for a little bit, or maybe it will be more of a speech on my part. I've just had the best and most exciting time I've ever had with any boys! It was really fun and incredible! Those were my first blowjobs, how did I do?" "FANTASTIC!" They echoed. "Well, I really got into it, when I was tied up. I'm not going to be like those sluts at school, who say they give blowjobs to boys in the janitor's closets. Because I got so turned on giving you BJs, while I was tied up, I'll continue to do them, but only for boys I know and like, and only while playing a TUG."

"I hate to dump this on you in the middle of our party, but you asked me what happened, and I'll tell you, plus I'll tell you what I think about it. Matt rubbed my pussy with his fingers three different times, while I was tied up in the pool. The 3rd time I kneed him in the balls. That was not allowed in any of our TUGs, and I could have sent him home on the spot, but I didn't want to ruin the party. The handjob was my payback. Handjobs and blowjobs have never even been mentioned in the rules of our TUGs. It's all about what the boys can do to us girls. I hope we can go back downstairs and have fun for the rest of the party."

"I think," I firmly stated, "That if a boy cAnneot have fun at these TUG parties and play within the rules, then he can go find some other girls to molest! Because, none of our 16 girls will play with him, and would anyone want to be labeled a pervert!? None of our girls want to go sexually further now. Some won't even let a boy use a vibrator on her. It will be a little over a year before I am 16, on the pill and have sex with anyone. I'd like to see how the summer goes and how high school is, and postpone going to 3rd base, with a boy, until after the 1st of the year. If any boy doesn't like that, let them tell me, and they can find another girl to play with."

I laid it on pretty thick, but both Brian and Eric were with me and nodding their heads in agreement. "Now," I said, "Can we let this rest until after the party and go downstairs and have some fun for a few more hours?" While I was in the bathroom, the boys had been rummaging around more. Eric handed me my red tube top, with removable pads, to put on. When I got it on and adjusted, it looked like I was a C-cup, but they liked it. Brian gave me the red plaid pleated skirt that had been sitting on the top of my dresser. I had intended to return it. The size was right, but I had ordered a 12" long skirt, and they sent me an 8" one. I wore it down on my hips, but it was obscenely short. When I got it on, the waistband covered my pubic hair by about 1", and the hem covered my crotch and ass cheeks by little more than an inch or so. Finally they told me to put on a pair of 4" heels. I thought I looked like a slut, but the boys thought it was really hot. The skirt should have been worn with a long stretchy top or sweater, and not reveal so much skin. On top of that, my bare legs looked a mile long. They tied my wrists behind my back. I said that one of you will have to help me go down the stairs. We went down the back steps, which let out onto the pool deck.

When we got inside, it was about 10 minutes before 8"00 PM and everyone was milling around and talking. Brian shouted, "Hey, look what we found!" I was paraded around the room. Several of the boys whistled and the girls thought I looked really hot. Lisa had seen the skirt before and even tried it on. She had been thinking of buying it from me, before I returned it. Janice said that she had several skirts and dresses that short, and many of the high school girls wore them to parties. She told us the name of a store in Hollywood, where she bought her's. Lisa managed to drag me away from everyone surrounding me, and took me over to a corner. She wanted to know what happened in the pool that made me give Matt a handjob in front of everyone. I told her, but said that all the girls should talk about it another day.

After Eric and Brian had dressed, they told everyone to sit in a circle on the floor, because we were going to play Truth or Dare. I hadn't played that game in months, but we had 2 new boys and a new girl playing. I daintily got myself down to the floor and sat with my legs out and crossed, but my wrists remained tied behind my back. It was my house that we were playing at, so I got to set the rules. I said that we would play 3 rounds and each person could only choose dare once. Double dares were allowed, along with simple short "truth for all" questions. Finally, to avoid another elaborate lengthy dare, which I usually get, I declared that all dares would be done right in that room. There would be no going off to bedrooms or closets. Most all of the questions were directed at the newcomers: Janice, John and Neal, with Jill and Kelley, also, getting picked on. The dares were pretty lame, and amounted to stripping down to boxers or panties, though a few girls got their wrists tied too. My first truth question was to describe one of my fantasies. I've had so many fantasies about nameless faceless handsome men ravaging me in various situations, that it was easy to relate one of them.

Beth asked me my 2nd truth question about what I did with Brian and Eric, while we were gone all that time. This time I gave the short evasive almost entirely true answer, hoping that would satisfy everyone. I explained that Matt had done something that he wasn't supposed to, while I was in the pool. I continued, "I promised Brian and Eric that we could go up to my room and play, if they helped me get back at Matt, and after we played, we talked for awhile." That seemed to satisfy everyone for a few turns, but cagey Beth asked Eric, "What else did you do upstairs with Christine?" Eric casually answered, "We tied her to her bed and made her come a lot, and she gave us blowjobs!" Well, that did it. The can of worms had been opened. Some of the girls gasped, but the boys only smiled their approval. Next, Brian was asked how many BJs I did. He proudly answered, "I got 2 and Eric got one." Neal asked a "truth for all" question for the girls to tell whether they had done a BJ before or not. Only Janice admitted to having done a few blowjobs before. I chose dare, when John asked, "Truth or dare?" Apparently, he had forgotten one of the rules, because he dared me to give a blowjob right there in front of everyone. I immediately double-dared him, and he realized that he would have to do a BJ on a boy! He quickly withdrew that dare, and told me to strip to my panties.

Since my wrists were tied, Tyler, sitting next to me, eagerly helped me up and removed my tube top, strapless bra and 8" skirt, while everyone watched. When he finished, I was standing there wearing only my red lace g-string panties. I turned around and wiggled my nicely rounded bare ass cheeks. Everyone cheered! With that, Brian signaled and end to the game. He ordered that all girls be stripped to their panties and bound. I watched as the boys quickly and efficiently did his bidding. The girls were told to stand in a circle and were blindfolded. A pair of hands grasped my shoulders and pushed me forward a few steps into the circle. I was told to spin around, and 2 boys guided and pushed me round and round by the shoulders. Just as I was getting light headed and dizzy, they stopped me. Before I could react, I was grasped and crushed against one of the boy's bare chest, and his tongue was in my mouth, but my head kept spinning. He smothered me with deep long kisses, while his hands roamed my body and squeezed my bare ass cheeks. Just as I was getting into it, and my head stopped spinning, I was passed to another boy, who continued the same routine on me, though his kisses were softer and more sensual. When the 2nd boy finished with me, they bent me over, at the waist, and gave me 10 smart whacks on my exposed ass cheeks. I was left standing, feeling a little turned on from the making out and the little spanking, while other girls around me were apparently getting the same treatment, from the various sounds I heard.

The boys repeated this spinning, making out and spanking cycle on me twice more, and I wondered if I was getting an extra dose, because it seemed the boys loved to squeeze and play with my exposed ass cheeks. When it was over, I was dazed and confused, but I had gotten horny and my g-string panties were pretty wet. Next, I think all the girls were arranged back in a circle. One boy came by and stuck 2 grapes in my mouth. We were cautioned not to break the grape's skin, so I tucked one in each cheek. This was followed by my mouth being filled with aerosol whipped cream. Whenever the boys played with us, there was always whipped cream, and other food items involved. Lastly, my lips were coated with a thick sauce, unlike Hershey's syrup. It was a thick fudge sauce. The girls were told to swallow the whipped cream and clean off the grapes, without breaking their skin or disturbing the fudge sauce smeared on our lips. It was fairly easy to swallow the whipped cream, while keeping my lips shut. I cleaned off the grapes, with my tongue, and a boy came to slowly and sensually kiss and lick the fudge sauce off my lips, and during a deep open mouth kiss, I transferred the intact cleaned grapes into his mouth, with my tongue. It seemed I passed that game, with no punishment, while I could hear other girls getting spanked.

For the next game, fudge sauce was smeared all over my nipples and breasts. This was followed by a heavy coating of whipped cream. On the "GO" signal from Brian, a boy descended upon me, lapping and gulping down the whipped cream on my breasts. Then he had to do some serious licking to get the heavy sticky fudge sauce off my nipples and areolas. He kissed me several times as he worked, giving me a taste of the whipped cream and fudge sauce combination. After that game was over, the boys applied those flat tweezer-like clamps to our nipples, and began the tickle torture. I could hear the girls laughing and giggling around me. Several boys tried to find any spot on my body that was ticklish, but they failed and moved on to a more susceptible victim. I could hear several girls down on the floor being tickled mercilessly, as they cackled and pleaded for them to stop. Finally, I heard the unmistakable sounds of asses being spanked and girls screaming. When they got to me, one boy held me bent over, while 2 others gave me 15-20 smacks on my rear. The 1st few really stung, but the rest only registered as dull pain, and only served to arouse me.

We were all released and told to take a break, before the final games. The boys made a beeline for the refrigerator to finish off the leftover pizza. I gathered up my clothes, grabbed a small bunch of grapes and package of Twinkies, and headed for my bedroom. I was followed closely by Janice and Lisa. The 3 of us went into the bathroom to cleanup. The talk was, of course, about my blowjobs. Lisa thought she'd like to try doing it, and Janice said she wouldn't mind doing Brandon. Lisa wanted to do Tyler, and I would do Rob. I said that I would go talk to Brian and Eric. When we emerged from the bathroom,  the other girls were waiting in the bedroom to wash-up. I left Janice there to give pointers on doing blowjobs for any of the girls who wanted to try one. Having shed my red lace g-string, I took a normal pair of black panties out of the dresser and put them on, before going out to the great room. I found Eric and Brian wolfing down leftover pizza, and took them aside. I said that I didn't know what they had plAnned for the rest of the party, but Lisa, Janice and I wanted to be alone with Tyler, Brandon and Rob in my bedroom. I knew exactly what Eric meant, when he asked, "You girls gonna?" I nodded my head, yes. They said, "OK," and took me over to a sofa to wait. My wrists were tied behind my back, and the plastic bag containing my 2 vibrators and personal sock gag was placed on my lap. Lisa and Janice soon joined me, bound and equipped as I was, on the sofa. Eric and Brian were over in the far corner talking to Rob, Brandon and Tyler.

Before any organized games could begin, the 3 boys we had chosen took the 3 of us into my bedroom, along with more ropes and gags, and locked the door. There was the small logistical problem of getting 3 girls spread out on my king sized bed, but the boys easily solved that. They sat us on the edge of the bed, with our knees bent and dangling down, and pushed us onto our backs. I was at the foot of the bed, and the other 2 girls were on the sides of the bed. Using different length ropes, the boys tied our ankles spread to the legs of the bed. Our heads were all within 1' or so of each other in the center of the bed. I will not explain the details of what followed, but it could best be described as a round robin of vibrator induced orgasms and blowjobs. We were all gagged at first, but after I did Rob, they didn't even use the gags again. In fact, they never even tied our ankles apart again. Instead the girls just spread their legs and waited for the vibrators. I think that everyone kept getting more and more excited, because whether we were lying down, being played with, or sucking on a cock, the girls all kept up a steady stream of moans. We all gagged or choked several times during our blowjobs, while either we or the boys tested just how far their cocks could go into our mouths. I did Rob, then Brandon, and finally Tyler, swallowing all their cum. Tyler's cum seemed to taste a little bitter, but otherwise there weren't any great differences in the taste of the boy's cum.

When we finished, the girls were untied and the boys left. The 3 of us started excitedly talking at the same time. Even though Lisa probably gagged more than Janice or me, she really liked doing the BJs and thought they should be a part of all our TUGs. Janice and I, also, had a lot of fun doing the boys. I was still tingling from all the orgasms I had. Including my bikini bottom, I changed into my 5th fresh pair of panties of the day. I got dressed in the clothes I originally wore at the beginning of the party and went out to check on everyone. I opened the bedroom door across the hall and saw Beth and Ashley giving BJs to Brian and Eric. Out in the great room, the 2 sofas had been opened up as beds, and John and Neal were playing with Jill and Rhonda. I checked the closet, but didn't find Matt and Kelley. Retracing my steps, I headed down the hall towards the pool area. As I reached to open the door, Matt came in, blowing by me, without saying a word, and really looked mad. I found Kelley, tied up and gagged, on one of the double wide redwood chaises. After I took her gag off, she coolly said, "Matt tried to put his hand in my panties, but I said the safe word to make him stop!" "Then, he gagged me and left." If Kelley had to scream the safe word, I was sure we would have heard her, because she was just outside our bedroom window. Kelley looked mad and disappointed, as I untied her. I asked her if she was all right. She said, "Yes, I had a great time and a lot of fun all day, but it was too bad Matt couldn't play by the rules.

We went into my bedroom, where the other girls were getting dressed. The word of what Matt had done to Kelley quickly spread among the girls, and Lisa called a meeting at her house the next afternoon, to deal with Matt. The boys were dressing in the other bedroom. People started congregating in the great room, when they were ready to leave. Brian informed us that Matt had already left, without saying goodbye. As my guests left, everyone had smiles on their faces, and there was talk of having another party like that real soon. As everyone said their goodbyes, privately I didn't think we would ever have another large party like that one.

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The following Sunday afternoon all 8 girls, from my party, met around Lisa's pool at 2:00 PM. Some of the suggestions for dealing with Matt ranged from shaving his head to cutting off his balls. However, we unanimously decided to "black list" Matt, for at least the rest of the upcoming summer. We would spread the word, and none of our girls would play with him. Janice would tell her high school friends about him. Many new and uncertain experiences were ahead for all of us in high school, and maybe Matt would change??? The talk quickly turned back to my party the day before. Everyone had a lot of fun, and thought the boys did a great job in coming up with all the different TUGs. It was revealed that everyone had tried and given several blowjobs, except Rhonda, Kelley and Jill, though they had wanted to. Everyone described their experiences and imparted their personal tips. While Rhonda sat silently by, taking it all in, Jill and Kelley kept asking more and more questions about doing a good blowjob. As the conversation continued, Lisa excused herself and went inside for about 15 minutes.

When Lisa returned, she had a handful of ropes and gags, and pointed to Jill and Kelley, saying, "Tie them up and gag them!" Not knowing what Lisa had plAnned, the 6 of us quickly tied the 2 girl's wrists and elbows behind their backs and gagged them. Lisa told us to bring them into her rec room. Jill and Kelley were made to kneel on the floor, where we removed their bikini tops and tied their ankles together. Lisa told Beth and Rhonda to play with them and make them come, using her vibrators, which were sitting on a nearby coffee table. The rest of us went back outside by the pool, where Lisa explained that Brian and Rob would be over in a few minutes. When the boys arrived, we were to make out and get the boys turned on, and then we would take them inside for Jill and Kelley to give them BJs. The boys arrived a few minutes later. I never knew what Lisa promised the 2 boys, but when the 4 of us started playing with them and making out, they offered no resistance. After 10-15 minutes or so of serious making out with 4 bikini clad hot girls, the bulges in the boys; shorts were evident. We took them inside, where the now un-gagged and satisfied Jill and Kelley awaited their chance to do their first blowjobs.

Brian and Rob wasted no time in peeling down their shorts and boxers, and presented their stiff cocks for Jill and Kelley to suck. The 2 girls eagerly started to work, while the rest of us sat on chairs and sofas to watch. While Jill and Kelley slurped, licked and sucked, I noticed Rhonda across the room in a chair by herself. I got Lisa's attention and nodded at Rhonda. Perhaps she was doing it absentmindedly, but Rhonda was fingering her pussy, while she was concentrating on the BJs being done before her. Lisa mouthed, "Rhonda's next!" When Jill and Kelley had finished and were untied, Lisa asked the boys if they would like to play with Rhonda. The boys were more than willing, and Rhonda offered no protests. So, we left Rhonda, Brian, Rob, the ropes and gags, and the vibrators in the rec room, and the other 7 girls went back out by the pool. Jill and Kelley were all excited and wanted to do it again. We swam a little and talked, occasionally peeking in on Rhonda. It looked like everyone was having fun in the rec room. About 45 minutes later, Brian, Rob and Rhonda emerged from the rec room. Although Rhonda's face was a little flushed, she was smiling and nodding her head in approval. Before the boys left, we told them about our blacklisting of Matt, and told them that they could tell Matt or not, but he would soon learn that he was not welcome with any of our girls. After the boys left, Rhonda told us about her great time with Brian and Rob.

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There were about 2 weeks left in the school year. We got extra homework, because the teachers were always behind in their lesson plans and needed to finish. Also, we had to finish term papers and study for final exams. Finals were scheduled for Wednesday-Friday, May 26-28, 1999. Graduation was on Friday night, May 28th. We had the following Monday, Memorial Day off, but had to go back to school on Tuesday, June 1, 1999, mostly to go over our final exams and get our term papers back. We had a final ½ day of school on Wednesday, June 2nd, simply to turn in our books, clean out our lockers, and have it count as a school day for the State. There was no graduation dance or party. We wore cap and gowns. The girls wore white and the boys wore red. The orchestra played the processional and recessional, plus 2 other songs. Our principal, superintendent and one school board member gave speeches. I found out 2 days before graduation that, as Student Council President, I would have to go up on stage and make a presentation. It was kind of a sham. The students knew nothing about it inn advance and had no say. Of course, we had no money, either. So, the school board was funding our class gift to be presented to our school. It turned out that the Jr. High Class of 1999 gave our school 3 showcases. These were glass or plastic (I only saw a picture) cases that would be installed over the summer in the school halls, to feature the work of different classes. My little presentation to our principal went fine. The students marched in, from the outer halls, 2 X 2 and took our seats in alphabetical order. Individually, we walked across the stage to get our diploma and handshake. At the end, we marched out 2 X 2, and it was over in little more than 1-1/2 hours.

It is more common for the parents of high school graduates to have an open house to honor their graduating son or daughter. However, it was becoming more common for open houses to be held to honor Jr. High graduates. My Mom is best friends with Lisa's mom. So, my parents, Nels and Celeste, and Lisa's parents, Charles (Chuck) and Anne, held a joint open house for Lisa and I on Saturday afternoon, May 29, 1999, from 1:00-5:00 PM at our house. Friends, neighbors and City officials, as well as Lisa's and my friends and their parents, were invited to stop by. Nearly 150 people were invited, but none were expected to stay very long. Anne and Celeste hired caterers and a bartender. Although champagne was the drink of the day, soft drinks or something harder were available. The caterers circulated with canapés and hot hors d'oeuvres. Two tables were setup in the great room, where the bar was, for people to leave little gifts for Lisa and me. Our parents got dressed up, and Lisa and I wore our formal strapless dresses, with sweetheart necklines, and heels. I wore my hair up and looked like a very sophisticated soon to be 15 year old.

People mingled and stayed for an hour or so. Lisa and I stayed in the great room, near our gift tables, and our friends hung out with us. The women drifted back to our large living room, where Celeste and Anne held court, while Nels and Chuck stayed mostly in the great room. From time to time, mostly men wandered out around the pool to talk business and more confidential matters. The invitations had gone out about a week before my party and Matt and his parents were invited. Matt didn't come, but his parents did. I had no lunch that day, so I nibbled on the provided snacks all afternoon. Lisa and I, each snuck 2 glasses of champagne, although my Dad saw us the first time and didn't say anything. After the open house, Lisa and I opened our gifts. Most people left cards with $10 or $20 in them. When we got gifts, they were either scarves or earrings. After relaxing for about an hour, everyone freshened up, and our parents took Lisa and me out to a fancy restaurant in LA for dinner. It was quite a day.

I spent most all day Sunday writing thank you notes. It was Beth who told us about yahoo.com. All of our girls and boys opened email accounts, so that we could keep in touch over the summer and share more intimate details of our activities. On Memorial Day our family went into town for the parade. The Jr. High Band was marching in it, for the very 1st time, and 2 high school bands would also perform. We followed the parade to the cemetery, for the memorial service, and then planted flowers at the graves of my 2 brothers. I had a baby brother, who died only a few days after birth in the hospital. This all happened within a 6 month period, when I was 3-4 years old, and we were living in our old house. I had an older brother. He was going, with his friend and their parents, to a kid's park, when their car was smashed by a drunken truck driver in the middle of the day. Everyone was killed. I don't remember too much of my older brother, but I think of him often and what could have been.

On our last 1/2 day of school, Lisa walked with me to my house, from the bus stop. We were going to hang out and talk about all our plans for the summer. I noticed that there were several cars parked in the driveway. When we walked in, my Mom seemed surprised to see us. She probably forgot that we only had a 1/2 day. Lisa's mom was there, along with 2 other women. Mom recovered and graciously invited Lisa and me to join them for lunch. She set 2 extra places and we sat down to eat. We were introduced to Joan and Eileen. The conversation quickly centered on Lisa and me, during lunch, and what we had done at school and what summer plans we had. As lunch drew to a close, it was revealed that the women met at the fitness center and often got together. They plAnned on spending some time swimming and sunbathing around our pool that afternoon, and Lisa and I were invited to join them. From the look I got from Celeste, it seemed to be a mandatory request. I nudged Lisa and told her that she could wear one of my bikinis. After lunch, Lisa and I went up to my room to change, and we joined the women by the pool. All of them looked fabulous and wore skimpy bikinis.

For a woman pushing 40, Celeste looked really great, and could easily pass for 30. She is of Italian descent, about 5'9", slender, fit, and olive skinned and busty. She has brown eyes and brown hair. I guess I got my hair, mouth and body from my Mom. However, my Dad, Nels, is of Scandinavian descent. He is about 6'2" tall, blonde hair, bright blue eyes and pug nose. He is a tiny bit overweight, because the only exercise he gets is golf. I definitely have my Dad's cute nose, and my deep blue eyes probably come from both my parents. Lisa looks like her mother, Anne. In a few years they might be taken for sisters. Anne is about 5'9", blonde, blue eyed typical California hot mom. From our snooping in our mother's underwear, Lisa and I knew that Celeste and Anne wore C-cups. Joan was a divorcee, in her mid-30s, with a daughter in 4th grade. She was quite attractive, about 5'6", curvy and shapely, short black hair, large sensuous lips, and respectable B-cup breasts. Eileen was about 5'1"–5'2" tall, probably about 30, married, with a son in 6th grade. She had an almost muscular body, without an ounce of fat, but her most prominent feature were her super large breasts that must have been DDs.

Lisa and I joined the women in the pool, and we swam for awhile and tossed a beach ball around while we talked. When we got out of the pool, the 4 women took off their bikini tops before they dried off. I guessed that this was the reason my Dad had installed the privacy webbing in our pool fence. Lisa blushed a little, when Eileen told her she could take her top off. "It's just us girls," she said. Everyone was topless and applying sun block lotion, before we reclined in the chaise lounges, arranged in a loose circle. Celeste opened a bottle of wine from the outdoor refrigerator, and poured a glass for everyone. I was used to drinking a little wine, because I had wine at our Sunday dinners, since I turned 13. I was limited to only one glass per meal, but was becoming a connoisseur of red and white wines. Lisa took her glass of cold white Chardonnay, without her mother saying a word. My modeling was the first topic of conversation, but it soon switched to Lisa's and my boyfriends. Lisa and I had told our moms about what we were doing with the boys, but not necessarily everything. However, although they left us alone, they were around the house a good deal of the time we played with the boys, and I had the sinking feeling that they knew more than we had told them.

The wine was having its effects on Lisa and her face looked a little flushed. Over the next 1-1/2 hours or so, Lisa spilled everything. And I mean EVERYTHING! It seemed our moms had told the other women about our sexual exploits with the boys. Eileen got her going by asking about the TUGs we were playing, with the boys. Lisa gave them all the details of the various games we played. All of the women told us stories of when they had first been tied up, but it did not happen until college for any of them. They were all a full generation older than Lisa and me. My Mom had encouraged me to experiment and have fun, and that is exactly what I was doing. Joan asked me how it felt, and what I liked about being tied up. I replied that I liked the feeling of being helpless and struggling, while a boy did what he wanted with me. I added that it was even more arousing being blindfolded and not knowing what would come next, as long as it was within the rules. Lisa explained what the limits were, and assured everyone that we were nowhere near ready to have sex. We were also asked about what we did when the girls got together to play. Actually, as Lisa outlined, we played pretty much the same types of sexual games, whether we played with the girls or boys.

Celeste opened another bottle of wine, and Anne signaled only a little for Lisa. So, Lisa and I got another 1/2 glass. Joan asked if we tied up the boys and played with them. I explained that we used to, but the girls really enjoyed being tied up, so we seemed to have gotten away from that. I can't recall how many times Joan and Eileen told Celeste and Anne that they had really beautiful daughters. When Eileen asked about what other things we did with our boyfriends, Lisa volunteered that the girls did a few handjobs, and had started doing blowjobs at my last party. That was something I HADN'T told my Mom, but she only smiled knowingly. Celeste and Anne asked us how many BJs we had done. Lisa answered 3 and I said 6. Joan asked how I liked doing it and if I swallowed it. I didn't consider them intimate acts between lovers, because I was tied up, so it was just part of a game. Even though I did them voluntarily, I fantasized about my helpless situation and being forced to do it. My BJs were both fun and arousing for me. And, yes, I swallowed it all. Joan and Eileen told us about their first BJs, while juniors and seniors in high school, and congratulated Lisa and me on our sexual maturity at our age. Joan thought that we should tie up our boyfriends, before sucking them off, from time to time.

Having extracted all the sexual information they wanted, Celeste gave Lisa and me an out by asking what we had plAnned to do that afternoon. I said that we were going to talk more about our summer plans and shop for clothes online. Joan said that maybe we could all get together again sometime. Little did I know that it would happen in a little over a year, and under much different circumstances? Celeste asked me if I had decided yet about returning that short 8" skirt. I hadn't, and it was probably too late, but she asked me to put it on and show it to the women. Lisa and I went up the back stairs to my room. While Lisa booted up my computer, I got into red panties and bra, the 8" skirt and a lightweight short sleeved v-neck stretchy long sweater, plus heels. I went back down to the pool and modeled my outfit for all the women. They all thought it was really cute and with urging from Celeste, I decided to keep the skirt. I couldn't wear it to school and probably wouldn't ever wear it out in public, but I could wear it to parties and when playing with the boys. Back up in my room, Lisa had found an 8" black un-pleated skirt that she was going to order. I shopped and found another cute navy 8" skirt with a plain front and pleats in the back, so that it would cover more of my ass. I put both skirts on my card, but had them shipped to Lisa's house, since I would be out of town. We went over our summer plans and Lisa walked home.

Thursday was a really busy day with my Mom. In the morning, she took me to our family doctor for a physical. I had a form, for high school, that had to be completed by my doctor. We dropped off the medical form, as well as my pre-registration for fall classes, at the high school, and headed for LA, stopping for lunch on the way. My parents had given me a beautiful deep blue lapis lazuli sterling silver jewelry set. There was a pair of earring studs, a necklace, with one large stone and 2 smaller stones on either side, plus a gorgeous bracelet with 8 stones. The perfectly matched stones also matched my eyes. After lunch, we stopped in Hollywood, to finally get my ears pierced, at the store where my jewelry came from. They had a professional on duty in the afternoons. Finally, we headed for downtown LA for my Anneual OB/GYN appointment. The doctor gave me the thorough internal exam, and commented that my hymen was almost totally gone. I said that I had been using vibrators a lot, and had a couple bigger ones. She cautioned me not to get one that was any longer than 8", because I might hit and hurt my cervix. She also asked me if I was having both vaginal and clitoral orgasms, and experiencing any pain. I did have both and had no pains. The doctor told my Mom that she was prescribing the pill to more mature 15 year old girls, but my Mom said I should wait until I was 16, and I agreed that I could wait another year.

We made it home in the heavy traffic by 5:00 PM. I had time to shower and change. Lisa was throwing me a little birthday party beginning at 6:00 PM. The party would only last until 10:00 PM, and we weren't going to play any TUGs, because several of the girls, including me, were leaving on vacation early the next morning. The theme of the party was lingerie. I walked over to Lisa's and arrived a little before 6:00 PM. Fourteen of our 16 girls, including me, were there. Meagan came! We had pizza and birthday cake. After dinner, it was time to open my presents and I had to strip naked. Then, of course, it was time for my birthday spanking. They pulled an upholstered chair out into the middle of the rec room and held me bent over it, while each girl took their turn at smacking my bare butt. Nobody counted, but it was way more than 15! I think each of the 13 girls got 2 or 3 whacks. The smacks weren't particularly hard, though when they finished my ass was a burning bright rosy red!

I got 13 bra and panty sets in black, red and pink, plus a set in leopard print, and a couple gag gifts, which I had to save until the end to open. Most of the bras were either pushup or plunge. About 1/2 of the pushup bras had the pads on the side to give me some cleavage, and the rest had the pads at the base of my breasts, to give the full pushup support. All of the panties were various styles of skimpy g-strings. Two of the sets, one black and one red, were sheer nylon. The red one was a regular bra and g-string, but the black bra was a stretchy unpadded bandeau bra, like a narrow tube top. As I opened each gift, I had to try it on and model it. After I opened a few gifts, the other girls began stripping, because they wanted to try everything on. It was not unusual for the girls to loan or share underwear and clothes. When I put on the sheer ones, my nipples and pubic hair was visible through the material.

Ashley gave me a red heart shaped pasties and g-string set that came with a small bottle of adhesive, for repeated wearing. The heart shaped g-string had and elastic string going around my hips, but the string, from the base of the rather stiff heart, ran through my bare pussy and ass crack to the back. The last gift I opened was Lisa's gag gift. It was a gold tassel pastie set, with matching gold tassel skirt? The 2" pastie cups had 6" gold tassels dangling down. The matching tassel skirt was more like a loin cloth. There were about 6" of 8" long gold tassels to cover my pussy and pubic hair, and another 6" in the back to cover my ass crack. It was held on by an elastic string around my hips, but there was nothing between my legs. Whenever I moved, everyone got a glimpse of what was underneath. They had me dance and try to get the pastie tassels twirling round and round, but my B-cup breasts weren't quite big enough to pull that off! Everyone, including Meagan, had a lot of fun. As the party wound down, I called my Mom to pick me up, so that I wouldn't have to walk home carrying all my gifts.

I'm going to pause here and update you on Meagan. It was a sad but hopeful story. You will recall that Meagan had to cancel a TUG party last fall, because her aunt and 2 teenaged high school boys moved into her home, supposedly for only a short while. Meagan's life turn into a living Hell. Meagan's aunt almost entirely took over the house, and told everyone what to do, except her 2 sons, who seemingly could do no wrong. Meagan locked herself in her room, when she could, and rebelled against all authority. She was perpetually grounded, and didn't care. Her work at school slipped and she got in trouble a lot. In early March, Meagan's parents separated, and her father moved out. This threw Meagan into an even deeper depression. She was in group therapy for nearly 2 months, and took anti-depressants for awhile. All within the last week or so, Meagan had come out of her depression, and was returning to her normal sexy personable self. The main causes for this sudden change had to be attributed to the evil aunt and her 2 sons moving out, and the reconciliation between Meagan's mom and dad that brought him back home. Meagan was a smart girl, and her parents caved and gave her almost complete social freedom and most anything she wanted to buy. I can't imagine having to go through all that, but it turned out well for her family, and certainly could have ended much worse.

Sexual Surprises at the Lake –

We packed up early the next morning and headed for the lake. I knew my cousins, John and James, would join us later the following week, and they would be looking forward to tying me up in the woods and playing with me. We stopped in town for lunch, and Nels stopped at the local sports shop, to pickup a new motor for our boat, along with water-skiing supplies. After stopping in town for lunch, we arrived at our cottage. Nels spent the afternoon cleaning and launching the boat and installing the new outboard motor, while Celeste and I unpacked and cleaned the cottage. Over the 11 days we were there, I did get to go fishing many times, and we ate fresh fish about every other day. I went with Celeste into town Saturday morning to stock up on groceries, while Nels went golfing with a neighbor. We all went water-skiing Saturday afternoon, for a couple hours and otherwise hung around the cottage visiting with neighbors who stopped by. After Nels played an early round of golf Sunday morning, we hung around the cottage visiting with more friends and neighbors. Nels arranged golf outings and Celeste made plans with other women. Right after lunch Lindsay and her mom came over. They lived 2 cottages north of ours. I hadn't seen Lindsay in 2 years and she really had changed. It seemed that Lindsay's father had already left to go back to San Francisco on business, and her mom had to leave the next morning. They wondered if Lindsay could stay with us for a few days, and her mother would return on Thursday. It was fine with my parents, and Lindsay would sleep with me in my room on the queen size bed.

Lindsay's mom dropped her off mid-morning on Monday, with a small suitcase of clothes and supplies, but she could easily walk back to her cottage if she needed anything else. We got her unpacked and settled in my room. I had mention how she had changed. Even though she was a year older than me, 2 years ago we were both just skinny little girls at the beginning of puberty. She had grown to my height, but was probably 10 pounds heavier than me. She had really cute dimples, hazel eyes and short curly sandy blonde hair. It looked like her extra weight was in her upper arms, shoulders and chest. The rest of her body was trim and fit, with narrow hips and long firm legs. She had become a competitive swimmer and swam on her high school's swimming team. After lunch Lindsay and I changed into our bikinis, assembled our swimming supplies, packed a cooler with ice and drinks, along with some snacks, and took the rowboat out to our floating swimming platform. We spent the entire afternoon swimming and diving off the raft, but mostly talking and sunbathing topless.

We, of course, mostly talked about boys and our sexual experiences. I told her everything that I had done and experienced. Lindsay had gone steady with 3 guys her freshman year; the longest lasting a month, but currently had no boyfriend. She had allowed a number of guys to get to 2nd base with her, but none had gotten their fingers inside her panties. A few of the girls on her swimming team, plus some girlfriends, had gotten together many times and fooled around playing some simple TUGs using vibrators, BUT she had never been tied up by a guy. She told me about a simple foolproof way she tied herself up, to get off, and said she would show me how to do it that night in bed. Lindsay couldn't believe how all my girlfriends and I let so many different guys tie us up and play with us. She thought we had some kind of "sex club" going. We had a great afternoon out on the swimming raft, although Lindsay got a little sunburn because of her fairer skin. I should mention that Lindsay had beautiful B-Cup breasts, similar to mine, but because of her larger developed chest muscles, her boobs naturally stuck out further than mine. We eventually came back to shore, showered and changed for dinner. After dinner, we sat around watching TV and talking with my parents. We went to bed early, because we had to get up early the next morning to go fishing, but we were really anxious to play. Before we went up to bed, Lindsay asked Celeste if she had any string. She found some in the kitchen and brought a length upstairs.

* A short mid-story footnote – You may have noticed that I have been referring to my Mom as Celeste, and my Dad as Nels. Actually since I was getting older and more mature, they preferred that I call them by their first names, except in personal situations. Also, you may have noticed my use of "guys." Lindsay informed me that in high school boys were no longer boys, but rather called guys. Girls were still girls, except for some of the mildly flattering to disgusting slang terms guys might call us, either to our faces or behind our backs. Lindsay also told me that going steady still was the same, but she warned me not to hit on any girl's steady, or even be a little friendly with him, unless I was prepared for trouble. Finally, since my girlfriends and I were hanging and playing with a whole mess of guys, all of the guys were all our "boyfriends," until or unless any 2 decided to go steady. Although she thought it was a little weird.

We locked my bedroom door. Lindsay rummaged through my duffle and found an 8' piece of rope, which she cut in half with a scissors. She tied the ends of the 2 pieces of rope together, forming a large loop. Next, she coiled each loop onto itself, forming concentric circles, until she had a smaller loop that was about 6" in diameter. Finally, she tied the string in 3 places around each smaller loop, holding it all together. Lindsay demonstrated how to slip one hand into the loop and hold it steady with her fingers. Then she slipped her other hand through the loop, let go with her fingers, and twisted one wrist around 2 or 3 times, until the twisted rope, between her wrists, tightened up securely. That looked easy enough. I tried it once in front of me, and my wrists were tightly tied, though I could easily untwist the coil and get free. I turned on my radio and found my favorite music station. We washed up and got ready for bed, wearing only panties. We were ready to play.

I got into my side of the bed. Lindsay handed me 2 ropes to tie my ankles and knees together. I pulled down my panties, turned my vibrator on high and inserted it all the way into my pussy, and pulled my panties back up. I rolled onto my side, got my wrists into the coil and twisted them tight, before rolling onto my back. Lindsay suggested that I should see how many orgasms I could have in an hour. My wrists were in the small of my back, while my vibrator started working its magic on my pussy. I found that I could easily move my hands under me. I could push my wrists down so that my hands were under my butt cheeks. Also, I could push my wrists up, between my shoulder blades, giving me a tighter feeling and more pressure across my chest. Lindsay tied herself up next to me in bed. It took nearly 20 minutes for my vibrator to get me really going. I began seriously moaning and bucking my hips, until my 1st tremendous orgasm shattered throughout my body. After that, the orgasms came more easily and frequently. As the hour wound down, I was nearly exhausted. I was moaning and gasping constantly and wildly thrashing my hips, trying for a 5th orgasm. Lindsay was causing quite a commotion on the bed next to me. Finally, I grabbed my panties, from behind, and pulled tightly on them. This forced the vibrator deeper into me and tightened them over my clit. Finally, my 5th orgasm blasted through me, causing me to shudder and spasm uncontrollably for several minutes.

Lindsay was still going at it, next to me, but I had had enough. That was a great little TUG game that I could do by myself in bed anytime I wanted. I freed myself and went into the bathroom.  When I came out, Lindsay had finished and freed herself. We hugged and I thanked her for showing me the new game. I climbed into bed, and I think I had fallen asleep before Lindsay returned from the bathroom, although I had some vague memories that we talked about tying each other up the next day.

Tuesday, June 8, 1999

The alarm clock woke us at 6:00 AM. We quickly got dressed in old clothes and met Nels down at our dock. We fished for a little over an hour and caught nothing. After breakfast, Lindsay showered first, while I used the family computer to send off a group email to my Yahoo girlfriends. I told them all about Lindsay and what we plAnned to do that day. After I showered and dressed in shorts and a tee, I grabbed my duffle and Lindsay and I walked the short distance to her cottage. She was anxious to have me tie her up and asked how we'd begin. We stripped down to our panties and I sat her in a wooden kitchen chair. I tied her elbows and wrists together, behind the back of the chair, and then stretched them tight, using a rope secured to a rung under the chair. With a long rope, I wrapped it tightly over and under her breasts, securing her to the back of the chair. Lindsay's legs were spread and her ankles were tied to the rear legs of the chair. She declined a gag, but I blindfolded her. I used her biggest vibrator, turned it on low and shoved it between her legs up against her pussy. After 5 minutes of stewing there by herself, Lindsay began to squirm. I moved in and started playing with her. I made out with her, while feeling her up, and then licked, sucked and bit her nipples. All of this was getting the desired reaction from Lindsay. She was wriggling and moaning louder, but was frustrated. I made out with her some more, while I used another of her vibrators on her breasts. She started pleading that she wanted to come. I wasn't going to prolong her misery much longer, so I switched the vibrator, between her legs, onto high and stood back and watched her come.

Lindsay had a big approving grin on her face, as I freed her. For my turn, she cleared a few things off the kitchen table and had me lie atop it on my back. My arms were tied, bent at the elbows, to 2 of the table legs. My legs were spread and hung down at the knees, while my ankles were tied to the remaining 2 table legs. Lindsay rummaged through the duffle and pulled out my plastic bag. She took my rolled white sock and stuffed it in my mouth and then gagged me with one of the scarves. She wielded both of my vibrators, using one for each of my breasts. When Lindsay had my nipples throbbing and as hard as I could ever remember them getting, she ran the vibrators down my front, while licking and sucking my rock hard nips. She bypassed my pussy and used the vibrators on my legs, running them up and down my spread inner thighs, but stopping at the lower edge of my panties. By then my brain was starting to turn into silly putty. My constant moaning into my gag was ignored by Lindsay. Eventually, she turned to just my biggest vibrator and started running it over my pussy area. She teased me with it forever, running it round and round my labia lips and against my love hole. It did no good for me to beg, because I was tightly gagged and at her mercy. I was writhing and bucking and moaning constantly, making almost pitiful whimpering sounds. I guess she finally got the message that I couldn't take much more teasing, and moved the vibrator to my clit area. She ran the vibrator around my clit a few times, before holding the tip right on my clit. In seconds, I shuddered and convulsed in one of those super mind blowing orgasms.

After I settled down and was freed, Lindsay wanted to try other positions, but without anymore teasing. She wanted me to make her come as fast as I could. We went out in the living room and I tied her wrists behind her back. I sat her down on the edge of an upholstered chair and leaned her back. I draped her legs over the arms of the chair and tied her ankles to the rear legs of the chair. I went right to work on her pussy, with her biggest vibrator on high. It took longer to tie and untie her from the chair than it did to make her come, but that was what she wanted. She tied me the same way except that I was tied seated in the center of a sofa and my ankles were tied spread to the front corner legs. I was so hot and horny, from that wonderful orgasm on the kitchen table, that Lindsay made me come in little more than 10 minutes. I thought I would try making her come standing up. I tied her wrists behind her back and positioned her so that her butt was leaning against the back of a free standing sofa. I had her spread her legs as far apart as she could, and then tied her ankles to the rear legs. Again, there wasn't much foreplay, and she didn't need it. I used her vibrator up and down her long trim legs, for a few minutes, before starting on her pussy, now covered by soaked panties. I, also, teased her labia lips and love tunnel entrance, for just a few minutes, until she started to beg to come. With her vibrator pressed up against her clit, Lindsay had one of her best orgasms of the morning.

The morning had slipped by and it was getting close to lunch time. We went in her bathroom and washed up, as well as washing out our soaked panties and hanging them over the shower rod to dry. I borrowed a pair of Lindsay's panties. We got dressed and walked back to our cottage for lunch. After lunch, we put on our bikinis, beach robes and tennis shoes to walk over to Lindsay's dock for a swim. I took off my robe and sat on the dock to take off my shoes. As I did this, Lindsay jumped me from behind. There was a minor struggle, but I couldn't match her upper body and arm strength. Soon she had my wrists tied behind my back. She put her hand over my mouth and told me that she owed me one from that morning and not to struggle. If we were going to play some more, I willingly went along. Lindsay draped my robe over my shoulders and we walked into her cottage, and into her bedroom. She stripped the covers off her bed and removed my robe, shoes and bikini top. I was positioned in the center of the bed and my ankles were tied spread to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. Lindsay untied my wrists, laid me back and tied my wrists to the upper corner posts of the bed. She really stretched me tight in a full spread-eagle. Next, she stripped totally naked.

Lindsay climbed on top of me and whispered in my ear, "I know how you liked being teased before you come, and I love controlling you." "I may keep you like this all afternoon, before I let you come." With that revelation I had no idea what to think or what would happen. Lindsay seriously made out with me for 10-15 minutes, until I was breathless. She moved down my body, kissing and licking me over my face, neck and shoulders. When Lindsay got to my breasts, she spent a long long time squeezing and prodding them, plus licking, sucking and pinching my nipples numerous times. I could feel my pussy getting really wet. She licked and kissed her way down my torso, right to the edge of my bikini bottoms. Lindsay moved between my spread legs and licked and kissed her way up each of my inner thighs, right to the edge of my bikini. She took her tongue and lazily traced all around my bikini. By then, I was frantically moaning and wiggling about. Finally, she turned my vibrator on high and began teasing my pussy area, through my bikini.

I was so engrossed in what she was doing to me and enjoying the waves of pleasure running up to my brain that I never realized what she did next. Lindsay untied both strings on the sides of my bikini and let it fall between my legs, exposing my naked wet pussy. Without hesitating or asking, Lindsay eased my vibrator right into my open waiting love hole. By the time it dawned on me what she was doing, it felt so wonderful and natural, that I didn't say anything. Lindsay began a steady slow pumping rhythm, driving my vibrator ever deeper inside me…..2",…..3",…..4",…..5",…..6",…..7",…..and it was buried all the way inside me! She left the vibrator inside me and crawled up the bed, so that we were eye to eye. "This is how my girlfriends and I play," she said, "Do you want me to stop?" I couldn't really think straight, but I didn't want her to stop. I needed to come. I said, "NO, NO, NO, PLEASE DON'T STOP, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH IT!" She did just that. I had masturbated many many times, but no one had evr done it to me. She moved my buzzing vibrator in and out of my pussy, slowly at first, but gradually going faster and faster. I panted and groaned constantly, but kept my hips moving in time with each of her thrusts. When I thought we couldn't go any faster and was nearly insane from the pleasure, I succumbed to a gigantic screaming orgasm. It must have taken at least 5 minutes before my body stopped spasming and my breathing was under control.

But, Lindsay was not finished with me. She used her fingers to make certain that my labia lips were still open and receptive. She easily slipped her middle finger into my love hole. Other than my OB/GYN and myself, no one had ever penetrated me with a finger. Certainly any girl who masturbated knew how to give another girl those intimate pleasures leading to a beautiful orgasm. I momentarily thought of my boyfriends and how they might attempt finger fucking me, when I let them try. Would I have to teach them? Lindsay pulled her finger out and ran it across my nose, before shoving it in my mouth. I licked my pussy juices off her finger and smacked my lips. I already knew that my pussy juices tasted sweet, with only the slightest musky flavor. Again, she asked me if I wanted to stop, and I shook my head no. Before resuming my finger fucking, Lindsay pinched and pulled on my clit. I about lost it. Next, she had 2 fingers inside me, sliding in and out, sometimes fast and sometimes a slow teasing rhythm that made me stop moving my hips and just lie there and moan in time with each thrust. The inside of my vagina was thoroughly explored. In between thrusts, Lindsay would flutter her fingers or simply run them round and round my vaginal walls. The finger fucking brought me closer and closer to coming, but the other moves simply kept me in a pre-orgasmic state.

After about 15-20 minutes of teasing me to my breaking point, Lindsay started rubbing me inside with one finger, while, with 2 fingers from her other hand, she rubbed my clit. My orgasm was coming on faster than I imagined possible. I thrashed about in my bonds, my breathing became ragged, but only little squeaking sounds came from my throat. The orgasm hit me with such suddenness and intensity that I felt myself slipping into blackness, but I did not pass out. Lindsay shrieked with joy, but I was too overcome and bewildered to understand what had happened. As I came out if it, I was aware that I was lying in a little puddle of moisture. Did I pee myself? No, it didn't smell like pee. Only the scent of my pussy juices filled the air. With a big smile on her face, Lindsay showed me her hand dripping with my pussy juices. She excitedly said, "I found your g-spot and you squirted all over!" I was bewildered. Lindsay shoved 2 of her fingers in my mouth to let me lick off my pussy juices, and then wiped her hand all over my breasts. She told me that I was only the 2nd girl that she made ejaculate like a guy. Still seeing uncertainty on my face, she explained what my g-spot was. As she told me, not every girl had a g-spot or they developed later in a girl's sexual development. Lindsay said that mine felt like a slightly raised ridged oblong spot about ¾" long. She showed me where my g-spot appeared in my vagina, which was close and to one side of my clit. Apparently I had to have been extremely turned on for my g-spot to appear, and when it was rubbed, until I came, I forcefully squirted pussy juices. Remembering last year at the lake, when I was first tied up and played with, my sexual experiences and evolution certainly seemed to advance here at the lake in only a week or so, just as much as the rest of the year.

I was still fully aroused and tingling all over from that orgasm, when Lindsay said, "Let's try it again!" She skipped the preliminaries and immediately powered up my vibrator on high. She worked it inside me and fucked me for a few minutes, but then took it out. Lindsay teased my pussy for quite a while, making me almost hysterical. She mostly ran the vibrator around my labia lips, but occasionally taunting the entrance to my love hole, and briefly running it around my clit. Finally, she plunged my vibrator inside me and fucked me with it, until I came. Before the effects and sensations of that orgasm had waned, Lindsay's fingers were inside me. She was finger fucking me with 2 fingers. My hips automatically picked up and matched her rhythm. I found myself whimpering, "OH GOD, OH GOD OH GOD!" I felt that I was going to come, but Lindsay stopped for a moment. She withdrew her fingers and inserted her middle finger in my twat to search for my g-spot. I actually felt a little jolt, when her finger settled on my g-spot. She began to slowly rub it, while 2 fingers from her other hand rubbed my clit. This time, I felt the orgasm quickly come and hit me. I felt myself squirt, as I shuddered and convulsed from the intensity of the orgasm. I had absolutely no control over what went on down there, but I felt my juices gushing out. This time Lindsay licked my pussy juice off her hand, and said that I squirted nearly as much as the 1st time.

I was freed and we took a break. We went into the kitchen and split a Coke, and each of us ate one of the Hostess chocolate cupcakes that were in a package. Lindsay confessed that she didn't have a g-spot, as far as she knew, but I could try and find one in her cunt. Lindsay put a towel down on her bed where my pussy juices had soaked in, and I tied her up spread-eagle. Now, I was in control of this game, and I was determined to make her come and see if I could find a g-spot in Lindsay's twat. I made out with her for only a short time, before concentrating on her breasts. After squeezing and kneading them, I moved to her large dark nipples. They were rubbed, rolled, pinched and pulled. I attacked her nipples, with my mouth, licking and sucking them voraciously. I sucked her nipples until they were long and hard. By now, Lindsay was beginning to react in earnest. Her body wriggled in her bonds as she softly whimpered. After that, I used her vibrator on her nipples, until I saw her hips involuntarily moving. Her pussy was soaking wet and wide open. Her vibrator slipped right into her love tunnel. I teased her vagina just like she had done to me, although I knew she preferred a quick orgasm. Tough titties! I was in control. I teased her mercilessly, until I heard her utter those magic words, "PLEASE, PLEASE, I NEED TO COME, I NEED TO COME NOW!" Then I fucked her silly, with her vibrator, until she let loose a blood curdling scream and came.

Without waiting for Lindsay to come down, my middle finger was inside her. I thoroughly explored her vagina. After finding nothing that felt like the g-spot Lindsay had described, I began finger fucking her with 2 fingers. She had come out of her reverie, Lindsay was bucking her hips, to match my thrusts, and groaning loudly. I stopped and began another search for her g-spot. Finding nothing, I resumed finger fucking her. Sensing that she was getting close to coming, I did another search of her vaginal walls for that elusive g-spot, without success. My finger fucking began again, and I used the fingers of my other hand to pinch and rub her clit, until she burst out with her 2nd orgasm. After freeing her, Lindsay asked me if I wanted to play some more. When I said that I'd play a little more, she asked me if I could cross my wrists behind my back up between my shoulder blades. With my long thin arms, it was easy. I crossed my wrists and Lindsay tied them securely. She asked me how it felt. I loved the tight feeling across my chest and my breasts forced out, and I told her that it felt fine.

Lindsay grabbed some more rope and led me out into the living room and stood me behind the free standing sofa, so that the front of my body pressed against the back of the sofa. She made me spread my legs and tied my ankles to the rear legs of the sofa. Next, she tied 2 long ropes to my wrists, and bent me over the sofa back, and tied those ropes to the front legs of the sofa. The ropes held me down and I felt very exposed and vulnerable. "Do you feel OK?" she asked, and I nodded my head, yes. WHACK! Lindsay started spanking my protruding ass. She smacked me 1st with one hand, and then the other. When she finished, I thought her hands had to be as sore as my butt. Lindsay said, "you liked that didn't you?" "Your pussy is all wet and turned on!" I didn't say anything, but there was no doubt that the spanking had aroused me. She walked into the kitchen and returned a couple minutes later holding something behind her back. She bent over me and started playing with my already hard nipples, with one hand. My right nipple was pinched and pulled, and a clothespin was quickly snapped onto my nipple. My left nipple received the same treatment. The pain was searing for a minute or so, but quickly subsided to a tolerable arousing throbbing, that went straight to my cunt. My pussy betrayed me and I felt my juices running down my legs.

Lindsay went around behind me and shoved 2 fingers into my love tunnel. As she finger fucked me from behind, she used her other hand to spank my butt some more. I couldn't help myself. Despite the mild stings, I kept thrusting back at every stroke of her fingers. She stopped in the nick of time for me, because I was about to beg to come. My vibrator was powered up and Lindsay began teasing my pussy. As my whimpers grew louder and turned into groans of pleasure, she shoved the vibrator all the way inside me. She fucked me slowly and steadily for at least 10 minutes, until I had to cry out, "PLEASE, PLEASE, FASTER, GO FASTER!" I was in near delirium. She stopped spanking me and the long deep thrusts of my vibrator picked up speed. Just as I felt my orgasm getting close, Lindsay reached between my legs, with her other hand, and pinched and rubbed my clit. My knees buckled, when my orgasm smashed through my body, but I was able to keep upright by leaning against the back of the sofa, until I regained my self-control. The ropes holding me bent over were untied, so that I could stand upright. My spread ankles were released next. When Lindsay took the clothespins off my nipples, she sucked each one tenderly, while I groaned a little from the blood rushing back into them. The clothespins pinched a little harder than the clamps the guys had used on me, but theye were not sharp and the indentations in my skin quickly disappeared. Finally my wrists were untied and I was free.

We put on our bikinis and had a short swim in the lake, mostly to wash off the odors of female sex from our bodies. After we dried off, we put on our beach robes and walked back to my cottage. I got an email off to my girlfriends, in the Yahoo Group, telling them that we play all day, and emphasized the different positions we played in, and omitted other crucial facts. That night in bed, neither of us had any desire to tie ourselves up, with our vibrators running inside us. Lindsay told me that she had found 2 old porn videos that we could watch the next morning. I reminded her that my cousins were coming the next day, and would expect to tie me up in the woods and play with me. After that day's play, I had a notion in the back of my mind that Lindsay might have lesbian tendencies, although she had had 3 boyfriends. When I asked her if she wanted to play too, she eagerly accepted, and suggested that we bring vibrators for the guys to use on us.

Wednesday, June 9, 1999

After breakfast the next morning, Lindsay and I walked over to her cottage to watch the porn videos, which she found at the back of her father's closet. We settled ourselves on the couch and started the first video. I don't even remember its name, but it was a poor B&W movie. The movie opened with an empty bedroom. Soon, a naked man and woman walked in. The man had this freakishly long cock that hung nearly down to his knees. The woman looked older and acted like she was tired and bored. She had huge saggy breasts, and the rest of her body was somewhat overweight, but still had some curves. Her face was drawn and I thought she was probably a worn out whore. The woman knelt down over the bed and the man began fucking her from behind. It seemed to me that there was someone off-camera with a timer. At regular intervals, the couple changed positions, and the man would fuck her mouth, her ass, her pussy while she laid on the bed, etc., etc. The actors breathed heavily and groaned a little, but nobody actually came. They acted like robots and I was glad when it was over.

The next movie had a semblance of a bizarre plot, but was fast paced and very instructional for me. It was a color movie set somewhere in Florida, called "Deep Throat." There was music throughout and a recurring theme song, also titled "Deep Throat." Apparently this was a popular cult movie in the early 1970s. There were 2 hot young women living in a house. The star was Linda Lovelace, and she confessed to her roommate that she wasn't "hearing bells" and wasn't getting off, when men fucked her. They decided to have a fuck-fest where a mess of hot men lined up to fuck her. After it was over, everyone was exhausted, but there were no bells or orgasms for poor Linda. Here comes the bizarre part. Linda went to this crazy doctor, who did a thorough exam of her pussy. The sad diagnosis was that she had no clitoris. On a whim, the crazy doctor had Linda open her mouth and checked down her throat, Sure enough, he found her clitoris deep down in her throat.

The doctor taught Linda how to do "deep throat" on him. He was so happy to get a 1st class blowjob, and bells rang for Linda, and she had her 1st orgasm. The important thing for me in this movie was being able to do a blowjob without choking. I'm sure you've guessed where all this led. Linda was deep-throating the doctor, and so was his nurse. Finally, the doctor hired Linda as a physiotherapist, to make house calls and do deep throat therapy to rich men. One client, Wilbur, who was an heir to a hula hoop fortune, wanted to marry Linda, after a few treatments. Linda would only marry a man with a 9" cock, and Wilbur was 4" too short. Can you guess the rest? The crazy doctor magically made Wilbur's 5" cock into a 9" one. Bells rang for Linda, and it ended happily for everyone. There was a lot of fast paced fucking action and great close-ups of Linda doing deep throat on men's cocks.

After the movie, I was excited and wanted to try it, using my vibrators. We sat on the couch and shoved our vibrators in our mouths. However, every time I reached a certain depth, my gag reflex took over, and I couldn't get by it. Lindsay told me to relax and put it out of my mind, but that didn't help. Finally, she took her flexible 8" gel dildo and easily got the whole thing down her throat, without choking or gagging. It was obvious that she had seen the movie and practiced before. Lindsay told me that she would teach me the secrets of deep throat after lunch, and we headed back to our cottage. After lunch, we changed into our bikinis and went back to Lindsay's. "Didn't you tell me you liked to do blowjobs while tied up,?" Lindsay asked. I nodded my head yes. So, she tied my wrists behind my back, made me kneel down and tied my ankles together. She held my penis vibe in front of her crotch and said, "Now let's see how you do a blowjob." I started at the beginning: licking it all over and getting it really wet, before twirling my tongue around its head, and finally taking it in my mouth, to slurp and suck on it. But, each time I tried to take it all the way in, I retched. This went on for 3 tries, and each time I had to start over, with Lindsay telling me to relax. She decided to try her 8" flexible gel dildo.

On my 1st try, with the smoother gel dildo, it started going in my throat, before I gagged. Lindsay told me that I was thinking too much about it and still not relaxed enough. She advised me to get a little bit lower and bend my head back a little more, stick my tongue out a little to flatten it and make more room at the back of my mouth, and control my breathing through my nose. While I was sucking on the gel dildo and trying to do what she said, Lindsay turned on my vibrator and held it against my pussy. Before I knew it, the 8" dildo was buried in my throat. I could get air through my nose or when I opened my lips. "I'm going to hold it in your throat for a count of 10, while you suck on it," Lindsay said, "1,….2,….3,…4,….5,….6,….7,….8,….9,….and 10." I sucked and breathed, and then she pulled it out. I was smiling and pleased that I had finally got it. I did another full length blowjob on the gel dildo, with it in my throat 3 times. Each time, Lindsay held the dildo in my throat for a full count of 10. During the 2nd and 3rd times, Lindsay had me move my throat back and forth and inch or so, to massage the tip of the cock, and swallow a few times, to ripple my tongue along the base of the cock.

Finally, it was time to try deep throat on my thicker flexible penis vibe. I had to do 2 more blowjobs on it. The 1st time I took my vibe into my throat 3 different times. When I held it in my throat, I could feel my throat muscles massaging the head of the artificial cock, when I moved it back and forth. For my 2nd time, Lindsay told me that she was going to fuck my mouth, with my vibrator, and told me to try and keep up. She held the base of my vibe with one hand and held my head with the other. I never knew what she was going to do next, but she thoroughly pounded my mouth with that phallus. It was a good thing that my vibe had a soft skin-like outer coating. She'd go slow, with short strokes, and then push it in and out of my throat many times. She'd bury it in my throat and move it back and forth, allowing me to catch my breath and swallow a few times. Finally, Lindsay just fucked my mouth for about 5 minutes straight, shoving my penis vibe into my throat each time. She shrieked and groaned, as though she had just come, and told me to suck it dry and lick it clean.

After Lindsay took the vibrator out of my mouth, I smiled in triumph and said, "GOD WHAT A BLAST!" I felt as though I could take any cock that was shoved in my face. I had been sucking on artificial cocks for nearly 2 hours, and my jaw was a little sore. After I was untied, Lindsay and I swam off her dock for about half an hour. Then, we laid on towels on her dock and fingered ourselves to 2 or 3 orgasms, while we laid in the sun drying off. It was getting close to 4:00 PM, and I suggested we head back to my cottage, because my cousins would be arriving that afternoon. When we got there, my Aunt and Uncle, and Cousins John and James, had already arrived. Everyone remembered everyone from earlier years at the lake. I caught the guys checking us out in our bikinis. Lindsay looked really great in her bright red bikini, and I had grown and filled out in all the right places, since last summer. John and James looked a lot better too, since they had let their hair grow down around their ears. Lindsay and I showered and changed into shorts and tees. We all hung around visiting, until sometime after dinner. I got an email off to my girlfriends telling them a little about the porn videos, and mentioned that I had practiced "deep throat" with Lindsay.

I found Lindsay, and we grabbed a blanket and some magazines. We settled out in the front lawn, under a shade tree. I said that I'd bet the guys would join us within 10 minutes, and would ask us if they could tie us up in the woods, within another 10 minutes. Sure enough, the guys came bounding out the front door only a few minutes after we were settled. They sat on the lawn in their jeans. After 5-8 minutes of small talk, James came right to the point. He asked if I got the note that he left in my room, when they visited during the past Holiday Season. I nodded that I had, and he asked if I wanted to do it again this year, adding that they would love to have Lindsay join us. We negotiated for a little while. Lindsay was in. They would get to play with us in the woods for 2 hours the next afternoon at 2:00 PM, and there would be NO fingers in or on our panties. We had a tentative agreement, EXCEPT, when I asked them, "What are you guys going to do for us?" The previous year they had done all my chores for 3 days! We had them, and John, the youngest, broke first. "Name it," he said. Lindsay responded, "If you want to include me, we get to tie you guys up for 2 hours in the woods Friday afternoon at 2:00 PM. John and James looked at each other and nodded their heads, before turning to us and saying, "DEAL!" Lindsay added, as our meeting broke up, "BTW, Christine likes to be spanked!"

That night in bed, Lindsay tied herself up with her coil of rope and her vibrator in her pussy. Although I was really tired, her moans got to me and I got out my vibrator and masturbated through my panties, twice and then fell asleep.

Thursday, June 10, 1999

Lindsay and I lingered at the breakfast table with my Mom and Aunt Emily. Uncle Bill and Nels were long gone playing golf, and the guys were very busy at something. They were going back and forth: rummaging out back, in the kitchen, and everywhere else, and going upstairs and downstairs. As John and James headed out the front door, towards the woods, Celeste asked me if I knew what was going on. I simply said that Lindsay and I were going to be captured in the woods that afternoon, and that said it all. Lindsay and I changed into our bikinis and sunned and swam for a couple hours, while we made what meager plans that we could for the upcoming afternoon. Lindsay simply couldn't decide what to wear, even though I told her that her clothes probably wouldn't stay on very long. I told her I was going to wear my new 8" skirt that had a smooth front and pleats in the back, which allowed it to hang straight over my butt. I said that I was wearing a simple patterned sleeveless blouse and plunge bra. Just before we entered the woods at 2:00 PM, I was going to unfasten 2 buttons on my blouse, to give the guys a good look at my cleavage, such as it was. Lindsay had a fAnney pack at her cottage that she could wear around her waist to hold our vibrators, which we hoped the guys knew how to use.

At lunch, John and James had silly grins on their faces. Nels and Uncle Bill didn't notice or didn't care, but everyone else knew what was up. After lunch, Lindsay went back to her cottage to get dressed and prepared. I took a long shower, using my lightly scented floral shampoo and shower gel, and got dressed in my sexy outfit. I was excited to see what the guys had come up with and what they would do with us. I walked over to Lindsay's cottage about 1:45 PM, carrying my vibrator to hide in her fAnney pack. Lindsay wore a black and white plaid skirt that was almost as short as mine, but was longer and fastened around her waist, compared to my 8" skirt that hung low on my hips. She wore a short sleeved blouse out, which concealed the fAnney pack that she wore around her waist. We left her cottage a little before 2:00 PM. We walked out her driveway to the main road, south 2 driveways to ours, and entered our compound from the road. I knew where the guy's favorite trees were and where to enter the woods. As we approached where we would go into the woods, I unfastened 2 buttons on my blouse, and mentioned to Lindsay not to be surprised if the guys jumped us, when we first go into the woods.

I plunged into the woods, with Lindsay cautiously following behind me. The guys let us get past them a bit, before jumping out from 2 different clumps of bushes. John grabbed me, quickly tied my wrists behind my back and tied me to a nearby tree. I didn't resist at all, but Lindsay struggled mightily with James. As soon as John had me securely tied to a tree, he joined James to secure Lindsay. James held the struggling Lindsay's hands behind her back. John unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra. Soon, Lindsay was stripped topless. They wrenched her arms up behind her back, and while James held her firmly, John tied her wrists between her shoulder blades. As John grabbed another rope from their partially open duffle bag, I saw that they had enough rope in there to tie up 5 or 6 girls. John wrapped a long rope 6 or 7 times around her upper body, over and under her breasts, that pinned her upper arms to her body. They removed her skirt and fAnney pack, smiling at its contents. With Lindsay securely bound, the guys came for me. After I was untied, my blouse and bra were removed, but my skirt stayed on. My arms were roughly twisted behind my back by James, and I was tied exactly like Lindsay. The ropes around my breasts pinched them and made my nipples point skyward.

John pulled 2 bandanas and 2 pair of panties out of their duffle bag. The little creeps had rummaged around my room and taken the panties we wore to bed last night and masturbated in. My red satin panties were stuffed in my mouth and held there by one of the rolled bandanas used as a cleave gag. Lindsay had her tiger striped panties stuffed in her mouth followed by a bandana cleave gag. The taste of my pussy juices flooded my mouth. Next, James got 2 more long pieces of rope, doubled them, and carefully and precisely tied crotch ropes on Lindsay and me. Mine was really tight and dug into my open slit. I felt that my panties were already a little wet. Finally clothespins were snapped onto our protruding nipples and I yelled into my gag, from the initial pain. But, I had little time to get used to that pain, because the guys bent me over and took turns spanking me (Thanks Lindsay for telling them that I liked to be spanked). My little skirt offered me no protection, because when the crotch rope got tied on me, it bunched up above my ass crack. They whacked my ass until it burned and stung like hundreds of little prickly needles were poking into me. I couldn't deny that the spanking had turned me on. When they finished on me, they turned to Lindsay and did the same to her (AWWW RIGHT, RETRIBUTION). Our clothes were bundled into their duffle bag.

A short rope was tied to my crotch rope in front, and John led me off into the woods, followed by James pulling Lindsay. My ass wriggled and my hips swayed, as I carefully picked my way along the forest floor. For every step I took, I felt the crotch rope rub my pussy. I'm sure James was getting an eyeful walking behind me. We seemed to take an unnecessary more roundabout way towards the far corner of our woods, but I was certain that was deliberate. When we arrived, we were standing in a small clearing no more than 20' across. We stood side by side, while John looked in their duffle bag. He pulled out 2 crude looking devices that I was sure the guys had made that morning. Each was made from about a 1" X 8" twig that had maybe 25-30 straw bristles that looked like they came from an old kitchen broom, and were attached to one end with globs of glue, from a glue gun. They teased and tormented us by running those bristles over every exposed inch of our skin, back and front, from neck to ankles. It neither hurt or tickled, but stimulated my skin and left me tingling all over. Without any warning, the clothespins were popped off our nipples. I had no chance to react to the pain, from the blood flow returning, because the guys started rapidly brushing the straw bristles back and forth across my already sensitive nipples. The intense tingling sensations went straight to my pussy and my knees felt weak.

James brought out a red and a blue bandana, from their duffle bag of ever more surprising toys. John asked Lindsay if one of our 2 vibrators was her's. She shook her head, no, so John tied the other vibrator to her crotch rope, just above her panties in front. James tied my vibrator to my crotch rope, too. As if I wasn't turned on enough, from the long crotch rope walk to our present location, this sent more fire to my pussy. When I got a closer look at the 2 different colored bandanas, I saw that they were knotted together in the center. Thus, if you spread them out, they would form an "X" with about a 1" knot in the center.  James untied and took off the bandana that held my panties in my mouth. But, he quickly replaced it by tying the blue bandana, from the "X," across my open mouth. My lips were puckered outward and about 1/2 of the knot in the center kept my teeth open. Lindsay was brought around to stand close in front of me. We were pushed together, tit to tit, and crotch to crotch, while John wrapped more long ropes around our upper bodies and waists. As we were drawn and mashed together, James reached between us to adjust our breasts, making sure that our nipples aligned with each other's. Finally, James untied and removed the bandana holding Lindsay's panties in her mouth. He used the ends of the red bandana, which were dangling from the knot between my teeth, to tie it behind her head and draw our mouths together. When he tightened the bandana behind Lindsay's head, our lips were squished together in a permanent inescapable kiss. There we stood, forced to kiss, our nipples mashed against each other's, and our vibrators stimulated our pussies through our crotch ropes. They left us there, like that, and walked away.

What could we do, but stand there and get more turned on. The guys undoubtedly went off somewhere to jerk off, but we would continue to be tormented and never come. We tried, GOD knows. We could kiss reasonably well and suck each others lips. We could rub nipples together, and thrust our hips together in an effort to come, but it was all a waste of energy and time, but fun. When the guys came back, they found 2 totally frustrated girls. James quipped, "Are you girls turned on and ready to play?" "Let's find out," he said, when we made no attempt to respond. Our adjoining bandana gags were removed, and our panties were finally fished out of our mouthes. "We want you girls to seriously make out with each other," James ordered, "Use lots of tongue and don't stop until we tell you." "If you don't do a good job, you will be spanked again!" I guess it wasn't just our guys who got pleasure from watching girls make out. Lindsay and I went at each other. We needed no encouragement, with our vibrators continuing to buzz on that agonizing low speed. We kissed furiously, with our mouths open wide and our tongues plunging in and out of each other's mouths. We got so hot that we were constantly moaning and gasping for breath, when the guys told us to stop.

The ropes holding our bodies together were untied. John made me bend over, and both guys gave me a sound spanking, while Lindsay watched. Lindsay's spanking came next, and I think the guys were a little hard on her, because she was doing some pretty loud yelping at the end. Finally, we were released from all restraints and given a chance to stretch and rub our arms and wrists. After about 5 minutes, John and James took me over to a nearby tree. It was a little smaller than the one they tied me to last year, and had overhead branches that I probably could have reached, if I jumped up. My wrists were tied behind the tree trunk. They used so much rope that it was wrapped round and round, plus crisscrossed, maybe 3 layers thick, but it was comfortable. A rope from my wrists was tied to one of the overhead branches above and behind me, causing my arms to be stretched straight out behind me and raised, but not so high that it strained my shoulders. Another long rope was wrapped around my waist, and the tree, 5 or 6 times, securing me tightly against the trunk. Finally, John took off his 2" wide belt and wrapped it around my neck and the tree trunk, giving me a good 2" of slack to breathe and move my head somewhat. The way I was tied against the smaller tree trunk left half of my back, both sides and my entire front, vulnerable. My breasts stuck out as far as they possibly could. When they finished with me, Lindsay was tied identically to a tree about 10' away.

James said, "Now let's have some fun!" John started with me first. He was all over me. His hands lightly caressed me everywhere, making me tingle and shiver. He spent extra time stroking my legs and inner thighs right up to my panties. This is when I started softly moaning. John got his hands around me and crushed my breasts against his shirtless chest, and we began a torrid makeout session that lasted at least 15 minutes nonstop. I took a peek over at Lindsay, and from the way she and James were going at each other, I knew she was a convert to TUGs with guys. I had no idea if the guys would use our vibrators on us, but I was ready to come NOW! Next, John concentrated on my inviting breasts and nipples. He did everything that I imagined he could to them, from simple squeezing and kneading to licking, sucking, pinching and biting my nips. Finally, he held my head, with his left hand, and began making out with me again, while his right hand played between my legs. My chest was heaving, as he kissed me, and I struggled to keep my mind clear. When he stopped, he turned to James and said, "I think Christine is ready."

James picked up my vibrator and came over to me. He flipped up my skirt in front and tucked it in my waistband. Without turning my vibe on, he demonstrated how to use it on my pussy. As he left, James advised, "Watch her breathing and her eyes." "You'll know when she comes!" John cranked my vibrator on high and began running it round and round my pussy lips, getting closer and closer to my vaginal opening. When the tip of the vibrator found the indentation in my panties, marking my love tunnel, John started pushing it inside me. I groaned and squirmed, as I got closer to coming. I heard Lindsay scream, obviously in the throws of an orgasm. John moved the vibrator higher towards my clit. He went back and forth over that engorged nub, and I panted and whimpered until my wonderful 1st orgasm erupted and spread through my body. When I stopped quivering and came down, I opened my eyes and saw John standing there looking somewhat bewildered. As soon as I could speak, I gasped, "MY GOD, DON'T STOP!" "DO IT AGAIN, FAST!" He did, and in less than half the time I was rewarded with another fantastic orgasm. I just hung there limply for maybe 5 minutes, unaware of anything going on around me, until I got my wits back.

James came over to me and swapped vibrators with John saying, "You can go play with Lindsay now." "I think Christine has a few more orgasms left in her!" On high, James used my vibrator to tease my nipples, while we made out zealously. I moaned in my throat, as we kissed deeply, and I recalled the great time I had last year, here in the woods, with my cousins, and the fantastic time I had with James by the public boat dock, when I 1st took off my top and let him feel, lick and suck my bare breasts. I came out of my daydream, when I realized that my vibrator was moving up and down my pussy slit. James feasted on my already hard nipples, while he teased my pussy, with my vibrator. He brought me closer and closer to coming, before he stopped and captured my mouth, with his, and shoved his tongue in. I don't know how many times he teased me ever closer to orgasm, without letting me come, and I broke. I couldn't take it anymore, and implored James to let me come. He again kissed me deeply, as my vibrator was pressed against my clit. I was so primed, that I came in about a minute, screaming into James's mouth. While I shuddered and spasmed, James moved his mouth to my breasts, but he didn't stop running the vibrator over my clit.

OH MY GOD, the feelings were so intense that I began to shake and moan uncontrollably. My chest heaved, and I panted twice as fast. My knees wobbled, as my whole body jerked and spasmed, engulfed in a colossal orgasm. But, James didn't stop or let me recover. Instead, he ran the vibrator harder and faster over my clit. I could only gulp air. I couldn't think or utter a sound. My brain was flooded with hot sheer waves of pleasure. Yet, I was floating even higher, to a new level of ecstasy. At last, I blasted into the bliss of another orgasm. When the spasms subsided, I opened my eyes to find James standing in front of me grinning. "Had enough?" he asked. I nodded my head, yes, and noticed that Lindsay was already freed from her bindings. Lindsay and John had probably watched one or more of my orgasms. I was certain that I had put on quite a show for them. After I was freed, the guys packed up their equipment, gave us our clothes and handed each of us our sopping panties that had been stuffed in our mouths for the majority of our TUG. Lindsay and I got dressed and slowly walked back to our cottage. I had never seen her so animated. She had such a great time, that she couldn't stop talking about it. It was an incredible well plAnned, though perhaps a little rough, TUG, but I loved it!

Back in my room, I realized that we had been tied up and played with for over 2-1/2 hours! Lindsay packed up her things to go back and stay at her cottage. In fact, her parents were probably already back. We made hasty plans for tying up the guys the next day, and I promised to stop over the next morning to finalize them. Our 3 major goals were to –

1. Turn them on until they were ready to burst.
2. Gag them with our pussy juice soaked panties.
3. SUCK THEM DRY!

That evening I sent off an email to the girls detailing the events of our TUG game that afternoon, and I even sent copies to most of my boyfriends, thinking that they might get some new ideas. I sat out on our dock, with John and James, and discussed our afternoon TUG. I mention that it was a little rough, but I loved it, and told then that I loved the whole experience. James told me that he and a buddy, along with John, had tied up over 10 girls! They ad come a long way in just a year. But, they couldn't get anything out of me concerning what we were plAnneing for them the next day.

Friday, June 11, 1999

I went fishing with Nels early that morning. After breakfast, I went up to my room, while the guys went into town, and masturbated through my panties, to get them wet with my pussy juices, Then, I took a shower, dressed and walked over to Lindsay's cottage. After deciding that Lindsay would start on James first and we would take turns, our big decision was what to wear. I said that I wanted to go for the sexy slutty look and would wear an 8" skirt and a tube top, without a bra. Lindsay thought that was great, but didn't have a short skirt. I offered to let her wear my other 8" skirt, but she decided to wear her cutoff jeans. Lindsay suggested that we take a couple of towels to kneel on, when we sucked them off, and our vibrators. She said that we might try them on the guys. She was going to bring some bottled water, because she liked to rinse out her mouth between blowjobs. After lunch, I went up to my room and masturbated in another pair of panties. I showered and got dressed, and Lindsay came over a short while later. We packed everything we would need into my duffle bag, stopped by my cousin's room to tell them we'd be waiting in the far corner of the woods, and left about 1:45 PM.

Out in the woods, Lindsay and I selected 2 fairly thick trees that were only about 8" apart. When the guys arrived, we had them take off their shirts. We tied their wrists behind each tree, using only about 1/2 as much rope as they used on us the day before. We tied rope around their waists, securing them to the trees, and tied their ankles together. I teased John for a few minutes by running my hands lightly over his bare chest and giving him a few light kisses, before making a show of taking my tube top off right in front of his face. For perhaps the next 20-30 minutes, John and I did some serious making out. I came up for air several times and ran my hands and bare hard nipples all over his chest. I saw that Lindsay was really going at it with James. I licked and nibbled on John's little nipples, which caused him to moan and hold his breath. Lindsay caught my attention, and I signaled that John was ready for the next step. We paused for a couple minutes to blindfold the guys and laid out towels, in front of them, to kneel on. We slowly and systematically unfastened and pulled down their jeans. John wore boxers, but James was wearing a pair of Jockey black briefs. His stiff cock stood out prominently, and John had a pretty good erection trying to poke out of his shorts.

I grabbed John's penis, over his shorts, and rubbed it and pumped it a few times with my hand. "Do you want to cream your shorts?" I asked. He violently shook his head back and forth, no! I got my vibrator out of my duffle and turned it on medium. I ran it for several minutes along his shaft and the tip of his cock. John was really moaning and struggling in his bonds, but would never get free. When the vibrator was removed, I again asked John, "Are you ready to come in your shorts?" He shook his head, no, but I thought that he was near panic and didn't know what to do. James was no help, because Lindsay was already gagging him. I reached in the duffle bag and took out one pair of my panties and one pair of Lindsay's, and stuffed them into John's mouth. I wondered how he'd like the taste of our pussy juices. I cleaved gagged him with one of my scarf gags, and that held our panties firmly in his mouth. I knelt down on the towel, and slowly pulled John's shorts down to his ankles. His cock was only about 5-1/2" long, but he was still growing. I heard a little moan come from John's gagged mouth, when I grabbed his shaft and took his cock in my mouth. After bobbing and sucking on it for a few minutes, I withdrew and licked him all over, including his balls. I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. When I took him in my mouth again, I used long slow strokes, pausing to suck, when he was all the way in my mouth, his pubic hairs tickled my lips. I just went faster and faster, taking him in all the way, and in a minute or two, John stiffened and squirted his hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed it, licked him clean and left him there.

I watched Lindsay finish off James. We picked up our duffle and moved about 50' away, where we could still see the guys. After taking a few sips of bottled water, Lindsay pushed me up against a tree and tied my wrists behind my back, spun me around and tied me to the tree. She pulled my wet panties down to my knees and used my vibrator to give me a quick orgasm by fucking my pussy. Lindsay undid her cutoffs and pulled them and her panties down. As I watched, Lindsay's vibrator disappeared inside her pussy. A good 10-15 minutes later, she finally came. She put herself back together, but took my panties completely off, saying, "I think the guys are probably ready for another BJ, and since you get off doing it tied up, you get to do James with your wrists tied!" She freed me from the tree and led me bound over to James, and helped me kneel in front of him. His dick was certainly a little over 6" long, and hung down in a semi-rigid state. I took the head in my mouth and began gently sucking and twirling my tongue around it. His cock came to life quickly. I buried his nearly hard cock in my throat and massaged it for that full slow count of 10, causing some kind of moan to come from James's gagged mouth. After that, I settled into a routine of short bobbing and sucking, followed by a thorough licking of his shaft and balls, and then taking him in my throat, as far as he would go. Because of the sounds James was making, and after 4 or 5 rounds of this sweet torture, I figured that he couldn't take much more. I sucked him in my mouth and took him into my throat, until he finally shuddered and came. He had quite a load of cum, but I swallowed it as it spurted out, and licked him clean.

       

Lindsay had finished with John and was waiting for me. We moved over to our spot about 50' away from the guys. We agreed that we'd give them one more BJ, but let them recover a little longer this time. Lindsay again tied me to a tree and gave me some gulps of bottled water. Then, she flipped up my skirt and tucked it in my waistband. My pussy was totally exposed and juices were already running down my legs. She used my vibrator to give me a long slow teasing fucking, which finally culminated with a massive orgasm. Following that, she dropped her cutoffs and panties and masturbated, with her fingers. After she was dressed, Lindsay remarked that we should give the guys their final BJs, but added, "You're going to suck off both of them, Christine!" She certainly liked to be in control and dominate me, and that turned me on! As we approached the guys, Lindsay whispered that she would get them ready for me, and helped me kneel in front of John. She used her fingers to play with John's shaft and balls. Within a few minutes, John was ready for me to suck. It was my intention to give John a long slow BJ, that he wouldn't forget for some time but after only about 5 minutes, John groaned and shot a small dribbling load of cum into my mouth. Maybe I had actually sucked him dry?

Lindsay had James all hard and ready. His stiff cock was pulsing and stood straight out in front of him. I started by licking him thoroughly, but I loved the feeling of him in my throat. Time after time, I took him as deep into my throat as he would go, and massaged its head and swallowed many times. When his cock wasn't in my throat, I bobbed and slurped and sucked on it. James quickly groaned several times and his whole body became rigid. I plunged his cock back in my throat, just as he shot his load of cum. I kept swallowing and sucking until no more came out. I licked him clean and kissed the tip of his cock, before standing up. Lindsay was all smiles and said that I did a great job. She, first, put my tube top back on, which wasn't easy. She had to put it over my head, down my torso and bound arms, and back up between my arms and back. I was still without my panties, under my 8" skirt. After packing up our towels, Lindsay untied John's wrists. He could find the knot on the rope around his waist, holding him to the tree, and then free himself and James. Lindsay told the guys to leave everything right there, and led me out of the woods. We walked out to our driveway and then out our gate. We turned right, and Lindsay almost dragged me along the road, as if we were going back to her cottage. As soon as we cleared our fenced property, we ducked into the unfenced woods of the cottage between Lindsay's and ours.

About 50' into the woods, we stopped at a large tree stump. This was what was left of a big old tree that had been cut off many years ago. Lindsay got out our 2 towels and draped one over the stump and one on the ground. She made me kneel on the towel and bend over the tree stump. "Christine, I think we better gag you for this," Lindsay mused aloud. She fetched my panties and a scarf gag out of the duffle and soon had me pretty well silenced. The portion of my skirt that still covered something was flipped up. My pink round ass was bare and sticking up in the air, and my pussy was totally exposed. Lindsay turned my vibrator on low and easily worked it into my perpetually wet pussy. As it buzzed slowly inside me, Lindsay said, "Here is your reward for hooking me up with your cousins and the GREAT time I had!" Then she started spanking me. Despite having 2 orgasms earlier, I was so horny from the last 2 blowjobs that I had just done, and Lindsay's domination of me, that I yearned to come again. I barely felt the stings of the spanking, because my pussy throbbed and tingled. When the spanking was over, she pulled my vibrator out, revved it up to high, and started fucking me with it from behind. Her other hand reached around me, and she began rubbing my clit with her fingers. When I came, I slumped down on the stump totally spent. Eventually, my wrists were untied and the gag was removed. When I was up on my feet, Lindsay handed me my sopping panties. We hugged and reiterated how much fun we had with my cousins that afternoon and the day before.

Lindsay headed back to her cottage, and I was standing there holding my wet panties. I didn't want to walk back into our cottage without any panties on. I wrung them out as much as I could. Before putting them on, I patted them as dry as I could, between the folds of one of the towels. At least I wouldn't have to climb the stairs up to my room, with someone around and my pussy exposed. I walked back along the road and into our property. I veered into the woods and picked up all the equipment the guys had left by the trees. No one seemed to be around our house. Celeste and Aunt Emily were sitting in lawn chairs in the backyard, and my cousins were not around. I slithered up to my bedroom, collapsed in bed and took a nap before dinner. That night I got my final email off to my Yahoo group of girlfriends, in which I briefly told them about our afternoon adventure.

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On Saturday and Sunday everyone just hung around the cottage. We went water-skiing both afternoons, and I fished with Nels in the early mornings and evenings. Other wise, I swam, sunbathed, read and visited with the neighbors who stopped by. On Monday morning, we packed up and headed home. Uncle Bill and his family were going to stay another week. Maybe Lindsay would hook up with my cousins and play more TUGs in the woods?

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My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 5 - Practice, Practice, Practice

We got home from the lake mid-afternoon on Monday, unpacked and had dinner. After dinner, I answered emails and called Lisa and Ashley. They were both BORED! Most everyone was on vacation. We had only 3 days, Tuesday-Thursday, June 15-17, to practice together, before Lisa and I were going away again.

You may remember that I owed my neighborhood friend, Janice a big favor and that is why I invited her to my last party. Lisa, Ashley and I had decided to try out for the high school cheerleading squad. Earlier in the spring, Janice had given me her cheerleader's book, with all the cheers and moves. Nels took it into the Foundation and had 3 copies made and bound for each of us. I had memorized all the cheers and had practiced the various moves and dances numerous times, by myself, in my bedroom and out in my backyard, as had Lisa and Ashley. Even the simplest cheers like: "Go Cardinals Go", "We WAnnea Touchdown", and "Defense Defense", had specific moves. There were 2 main cheers. The most important was the cheer and dance to our school fight song. Supposedly every move of our bodies and pom-poms had a specific meaning choreographed many years ago. I guessed it was patterned after a hula dance, which told a story by moving the body and arms, but I never figured out the relationship to the words in our fight song, and the moves we had to do. There was a 2nd courtesy cheer performed at halftime, where our cheerleaders would go over to the opponents side of the field and do a cheer for them. The cheers and dances were identical for every opponent, except the nickname of their team was inserted. This was to be the 1st time that we practiced together. For the next 3 afternoons, we were going to practice, play some and hang around the pool, except that Lisa and Ashley wanted to come over on Tuesday morning to clear up some of the things that I had described in my emails from the lake.

The girls came over about 9:30 AM the next morning. We went into the great room and locked ourselves in my bedroom. Ashley was having trouble with the concept of tying herself up, with a little coil of rope. She had a single piece of rope knotted together at the ends, and was trying to coil the rope, while her wrists were inside the one big loop, behind her back. Perhaps my descriptions had not been clear enough? I told her to strip to her panties, while I went to our kitchen to find some string. When I returned, I took her single large coil of rope and looped it into 3 identical smaller coils. Then I tied string in 3 places, around the new triple coil, to hold it together. I had brought back the 2 coils that Lindsay had made and showed them to the girls. After showing Ashley how easy it was to get into and twist it tight, while she was standing up, she wanted to try it in bed. Lisa wasted no time stripping to her panties and challenging Ashley to see who could have more orgasms in 45 minutes. Each of them got on the king-size bed tied their ankles and knees, inserted their buzzing vibrators into their pussies, got into the rope coils and laid on their backs. With nothing to do, I joined them. I stripped to my panties and sat on the floor. I only tied my ankles together, before slipping my vibrator inside me and twisted my wrists tight behind my back in the coils of rope.

I moved onto my stomach and found that if I rolled slightly back and forth, my breasts were squashed into the tweedy carpeting and my nipples were stimulated by the somewhat coarse carpet fibers. As I rolled back and forth, I ground my pussy into the carpet, while my vibrator buzzed inside me. I actually came before either of the other girls, because of the added stimulation that I gave myself. I freed myself and removed my vibe. Lisa and Ashley were in the midst of their 1st orgasms. Why not have a little fun with them? From their tote bags, I got one of the girl's vibrators. I climbed on the bed and straddled Lisa's belly, pinning her down. She was the one who would most likely try and escape from whatever I had planned. From my position on Lisa, I could easily reach each of their mouths. So, I made each of them take their vibrators in their mouths and suck. This quieted them down a bit and gave them something to do, while waiting for their next orgasms, but I knew that it would be the prelude to the next thing the girls wanted ME to prove to them, DEEP THROAT!

I moved their vibrators in and out of their mouths, as if I was fucking their faces, and paused occasionally, with the vibes deep in their mouths, commanding them to SUCK IT HARD! When Ashley came, she rolled away and I pulled the vibrator out of her mouth, allowing her to enjoy her orgasm. Now, I had Lisa under my complete control. I yelled at her, "Suck that cock." "Pretend it's Tyler's dick" I used my other hand to play with Lisa's breasts and nipples. When Lisa came, I climbed off of her, asking, "Have you had enough?" She nodded, yes, and freed herself. They wanted me to prove to them that I could take a cock all the way in my mouth, without choking or gagging. I got out my 7" flexible penis vibe and sat on the end of my bed. After licking it all over, I demonstrated several times how I could ram it all the way in my mouth and into my throat. But, Lisa was not satisfied. She told Ashley to get me on my knees and tie my wrists behind my back, while she got out her 8" veined gel dildo, with a penis head.

Lisa presented her dildo in front of my face and told me to lick it all over, until it is dripping with your saliva. I took her dildo in my mouth, and after a number of short thrusts, Lisa slowly nudged her dildo as far into my throat as she could, and held it there. I swallowed a few times and even moved it back and forth in my throat an inch or so. Lisa finally pulled it out, saying, "OK, now do a complete blowjob on it." Lisa held the dildo steady, and I started by licking it all over and twirling my tongue around its head. After I took it in my mouth and began sucking and bobbing up and down on it, Lisa quickly turned it from a controlled blowjob into a face fucking. She rammed that dildo in and out of my throat 4 or 5 times, before pulling it partially out, so that I could suck and slurp it. Sometimes, Lisa held the dildo deep in my throat and told me to suck it hard. All this went on for about 15 minutes, before Lisa gave up and pulled it out of my mouth. I guess I proved myself to them, because Lisa said, "Let's do Ashley next!"

Ashley and I switched positions, and it was she who was kneeling on the floor, with her wrists tied behind her back. I gently put 3 fingers on each side of her throat, below her jaw, and told her to relax those muscles. While Lisa was in the bathroom washing the dildo, I advised Ashley to stick her tongue out a bit and tilt her head back a little, and the dildo would go down easier. Lisa gave me her freshly washed dildo and said that I could have the honor. Ashley said, "Hold it and let me do my best blowjob." She added, "If I don't do a good job, YOU CAN FUCK MY FACE WITH IT ANYTIME!"  For the next 15 minutes, Ashley used her tongue and mouth on that dildo, taking it deep into her throat many times, and doing what I thought was as good a blowjob as any of mine. I didn't know how long to keep it up. I thought that surely any guy would have already come, but I decided to fuck her face for a few minutes, anyway.. I started moaning and groaning and grunting, as if I were the guy being sucked off. The faster I shoved that dildo into Ashley's throat, the more I groaned. Finally, I gave a huge sigh, and buried the dildo in Ashley's throat, holding it there, as if I was shooting my load. GOD! Ashley was great! She never uttered one gurgle or gagging sound or choking cough. I helped her to her feet and hugged and kissed her, before untying her wrists.

I went to wash Lisa's 8" veined gel dildo, as Ashley tied Lisa's wrists, while she was kneeling on the carpet. Lisa had some difficulty in getting the 8" dildo past her gag reflex. Every time Ashley tried to push the dildo deep into Lisa's mouth, she would gag or cough it out. I got off my bed, from where I had been watching, and put my hands on Lisa's throat. I said, "C'mon Lisa, you have to relax your throat muscles." "They are tight as a drum." Ashley repeated my advice about tilting her head back a little more and sticking her tongue out, just past her lips, to flatten it and make more room for the dildo. Ashley tried a couple more times, and got the dildo down Lisa's throat, but after only a few seconds she coughed it out. I told her that she was thinking too much about it, and not just letting it happen. I told her again to pretend that it was Tyler's cock that she was sucking. Lisa needed a distraction. I fired up one of my vibrators and started running it up and down Lisa's pussy slit. When Lisa started moaning, I gave Ashley the signal to go ahead with the dildo. It was just like Lindsay had done to me. There was a big cock in your throat, that didn't normally belong there, and you had to get it out of your head and enjoy the pleasure you were giving the guy whose cock you were sucking off.

I was amazed to see that Ashley had the entire 8" gel dildo as far as it would go in Lisa's mouth and down her throat. Lisa was sucking away on the dildo, when I removed my vibrator from her pussy. Ashley pushed the dildo in and out of Lisa's throat for another 5 minutes, without any problems. Next, it was time for the blowjob test. I knelt behind Lisa, and when it was time for her to take the dildo into her throat, I gave her nipples a little roll between my fingers and a little pinch. It was a gorgeous sight to watch. Lisa, the beautiful blue eyed blonde, thrust her chest out, strained at her wrist restraints and swallowed up her own 8" dildo, with the enthusiasm of what I perceived was a whore trying to get her John off as quickly as possible. Lisa did it all. There was no need for Ashley to forcefully fuck her face, with the dildo. After a little less than 15 minutes, Lisa was licking the dildo clean, as if the guy had already come and she was cleaning him up, after swallowing his cum. Whatever Lisa had mentally and physically done, she was a proven "deep throater." We all got dressed and headed for the kitchen. I scrounged around the refrigerator and found some leftover pasta salad and tuna salad, along with a fresh fruit compote, which we had for lunch. After lunch, we changed into our bikinis and tennis shoes and went out into the backyard to practice.

Lisa had a portable player and a recording of our school fight song, as well as a number of marches, which was the typical music played by the band at football games. When I had practiced the moves that went with the fight song, by myself, I sang the song aloud. However, when we started practicing together, Ashley and I were a little off the rhythm of the song. It took a few tries, before we were all in sync. We held dish towels in each hand to simulate pom-poms. After about our 6th try, we did it perfectly. Lisa turned the music off, and we practiced all the other cheers, including the visitor's cheer and dance, 2 or 3 times. Before we quit for the day, we did the fight song dance and cheer twice more, bellowing out the words, as we danced and gyrated over the lawn. Our 1st practice lasted a little over an hour, and everyone was pleased with what we had accomplished. But, we were eager to get inside and play.

Ashley suggested that we could tie someone kneeling and tease them to orgasm, while forcing them to suck a dildo. Lisa wanted to go first and didn't want to suck another dildo. I told her, "If you want to go 1st, you have to be tied spread-eagle and gagged." She agreed. Little did Lisa know the surprise I had in store for her? When Lisa was topless, gagged and stretched 4 ways on my bed, we began. Ashley took above her waist and kissed her face and neck, as well as teased her breasts with a vibrator and licked and sucked her nipples. I knelt between Lisa's spread legs wielding Lisa's biggest vibrator and ran it up and down her inner thighs. When Lisa was good and turned on, I brought the vibrator to her bikini bottoms and began running it around her labia lips. Lisa was moaning almost constantly by the time I had the vibrator over the entrance to her love tunnel. Then, I did what Lindsay had done to me at her lake cottage. With my other hand, I untied both hip strings on Lisa's bikini bottoms and lay the front between her legs. The head of the vibrator was only away from her opening for a few seconds, and neither Ashley nor Lisa had realized what I had done yet. I pushed Lisa's vibrator into her gaping cunt, and had it about halfway inside her, before her head popped up and she stared in bewilderment at me. I asked her, "Do you want me to stop?" She violently shook her head, NO! Ashley turned around to see what I was doing, while I thrust Lisa's vibrator in and out, going deeper with each plunge.

Since I had other plans for Lisa, I decided to fuck her as fast as I could. Lisa's hips buck wildly to keep up with the fast paced thrusting of her vibrator, while I used the middle finger of my other hand to tease her clit. I buried the vibrator in her pussy and rubbed her clit hard and fast, until Lisa let go with the loudest scream, even while gagged, that I had ever heard from her. I pulled out the vibrator, while Lisa recovered, but easily slid 2 fingers inside her. My hand twisted one way and the other, as I thoroughly explored her vaginal walls, looking for you know what. As Lisa came back to reality, I began finger fucking her with 2 fingers. I don't think Lisa could help it. Her hips gyrated and humped my fingers, quickly matching the speed of my finger fucking. After about 10 minutes of this, I was certain Lisa would explode within a minute or two. Ashley continued to watch and began fingering herself. I paused and quickly searched the area of Lisa's pussy, where her g-spot should be. FOUND IT! I pinched her clit and rubbed her g-spot as fast as I could. Lisa seemed stunned and could only manage a deep guttural groan, through her gag, as she squirted her pussy juices out of her cunt and all over my hand. She quivered and spasmed uncontrollably, for several minutes, seemingly dazed by what had just happened and the intensity of her orgasm. As Ashley untied Lisa, I showed her my hand, dripping with her pussy juices. "That was your g-spot!" I proclaimed, "How did you like it?" I removed her gag, but Lisa was speechless. I wiped a little of her pussy juices under her nose and smeared the rest over her breasts.

Ashley was already naked and wanted to go next. Her pussy glistened wet from her leaking juices and she looked ready to go. While I washed my hands, Lisa had recovered enough to tie Ashley to the bed. I should have brought out a towel, but I decided that it didn't matter. Not only was my sheet soaked, but I was sure the mattress pad below it would also need washing. Lisa wanted to watch, and since no foreplay was required for Ashley, it didn't matter. Her pussy lips were swollen and her love hole gaped wide open, as I knelt between her spread legs. Her vibrator slipped easily into her cunt. I gave her a thorough fucking with it, going slow at first, and then speeding it up, until I finished her off by rubbing and pinching her clit. Ashley is the quietest girl I know when coming. She just makes little moaning sounds that get faster and faster, as she builds to her orgasm. I gave Ashley no chance to come down. As soon as I pulled her vibrator out of her, 2 of my fingers were probing her vagina. I finger fucked her at a slow relentless pace, just to tease and frustrate her. Ashley's g-spot was quite apparent to me, and I ran my middle finger over it every 2nd or 3rd stroke. I had tormented her enough. Ashley was becoming delirious, from her need to come. You could hardly call it a squirt or gusher, when I rubbed Ashley's g-spot and clit simultaneously. But, a good quantity of pussy juice dribbled steadily out of her cunt, while she finally came and came and came.

It was my turn next. Not only did Lisa want me tied spread-eagle and gagged, but she first stuffed my panties, which were on a nearby chair, with the rest of my clothes, deep into my mouth. Ashley alternately teased my nipples, with one of my vibrators, and licked and sucked them ravenously. Lisa knelt between my spread legs and studied my pussy for a moment. She bent forward and used her fingers to rub my pussy lips and eventually spread and stretch them wide open. She easily slipped one finger inside me, then 2, but she couldn't get a 3rd inside my tight love canal. She felt around inside me, with just 1 finger for a couple minutes, and then finger fucked me, until my juices were sloshing around and my hips were involuntarily bucking at her finger. Lisa withdrew and plunged my biggest penis vibe all the way inside me, and then turned it on high and left it buzzing away for a few minutes. What followed was easily the slowest, most frustrating and greatest vibrator masturbation I had ever received. She teased my love hole and clit relentlessly, with my vibrator, while Ashley continued to play with my breasts and nipples. Lisa never heeded my thrashings and unintelligible moans and pleas to come. She brought me close to orgasm numerous times, only to back off and start over. I had lost all control of my body and couldn't think clearly. When the enormous orgasm engulfed me, I groaned in relief and rode the delightful waves of pleasure that hit me from head to toe.

After some time, I realized that Lisa's fingers were inside me. She finger fucked me for a minute or two, and then stopped unexpectedly to prod and rub my g-spot area. I felt like another orgasm was starting to build within me, but I wasn't ready for it, when it came. It might have been 10 minutes into Lisa's finger fucking and g-spot rubbing, when I just came. It hit me out of the blue. My body started shaking and the spasms seemed to crescendo, from my pussy, outward throughout my body. I actually felt my pussy juices shooting out of my cunt. After I settled down, Lisa reciprocated by wiping some of my pussy juices, from her hand, below my nose, and smeared the rest all over my breasts. Besides that, I was lying in the remains of the pussy juices from all three of us. After I was freed, I turned on the bathroom fan, because my bedroom reeked with the smell of female come. There was nothing else to do. We grabbed our bikinis, ran giggling outside and dove into our pool totally naked. We swam and splashed and tweaked each other's titties, totally giddy over what we had just done. The chlorinated water in the pool cleaned us off well enough for the time being. After exhausting ourselves playing in the pool, we dried off, put on our bikini bottoms and sun screen, and sunbathed topless. We sat around for about another hour laughing, giggling and talking mostly about sex and guys, but vowed to get other girls involved in the new play that we had just experienced.

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Lisa, Ashley and I started our cheerleader practice about 1:00 PM the next day. We ran through everything several times and did the fight song about 5 times. Practice went well and we were becoming a coordinated tightly knit bunch of performers. Meagan stopped over about 15 minutes before we finished, and wanted to play with us. I figured that Ashley had called her and told her about what we did the day before. We all went inside and stripped naked. I took Meagan into my bedroom and Lisa and Ashley used the other bedroom for their play. I hadn't seen Meagan naked in some time. I was always in wonder over her flawless creamy white skin, contrasted by her neatly trimmed crop of rich thick dark red pubic hair, without the slightest hint of a curl, and her beautiful pink pussy lips. I had provided towels for everyone to prevent the beds from getting soaked with pussy juices again. I did Meagan and then she did me. We washed afterward, and I got into my bikini and loaned Meagan one of my other ones. We met the other girls out by the pool. No one went in the water, because we all wanted to hear about the new guys Meagan had been playing with.

Meagan had met a boy, Brad, during her group therapy last spring, who went to the Catholic School in town. He and his friend Digger would be joining us as freshman in high school in the fall. They had been hanging out on weekend since early last May. Since school let out for the summer, and Meagan's parent's reconciliation, they got together 2-3 times a week. Meagan talked to us regularly and received our private Yahoo Group emails. To make a long story short, Meagan was playing nearly similar TUGs, with these guys, as we were playing with our guys. She had not experienced clothespins or clamps on her nipples yet, but had come a long way sexually in a relatively short time. She even confessed that Brad and Digger had been rubbing her pussy, over her panties, without getting their fingers "in her pants."  That was something that I had been seriously thinking about, ever since Matt had done it to me at my party last May. It really felt good, even underwater. I wasn't going to have sex, until I was 16 and on the pill, and I wanted to get settled in high school for a semester, before I let a guy get to 3rd base and finger fuck me. I had in my mind that I would take this step early next year, with 4-5 months of 3rd base finger fucking, before jumping into full fledged sex. But, this was just a tiny little step forward that would bring me pleasure and fun. Now, I had the separation of the length of a vibrator, between the guy's fingers and my pussy. My panties were just a thin patch of fabric, and my last barrier, that protected my most intimate parts from probing fingers. I had to think some more about this.

The following day, Thursday, the 3 of us again got together at my house for more cheerleader practice. Janice, who was now the captain of the cheerleading squad, joined us. We had a very good practice. The only thing that Janice advised us to do was to shake our hips more as we danced and did our moves. We went inside to play. Janice and Ashley used one bedroom, and Lisa and I went into my bedroom. I did Lisa first and really took my time with her. She had 3 spectacular orgasms, and I made her squirt her pussy juices all over a towel twice. When it was my turn, Lisa had a different idea for playing with me. She had me on the bed on my belly. My arms were twisted up, behind my back, and she tied my wrists crossed up between my shoulder blades. Lisa got me up on my feet and wrapped more rope around my upper body, over and under my breasts, securing my upper arms and forearms to my back. She positioned me standing at the foot of my bed; with my feet spread about 3' apart. She tied my ankles to the legs at the foot of the bed, preventing me from closing my wide spread legs. Before beginning, Lisa placed a towel on the floor between my legs.

Lisa made out with me for about 5 minutes, and then gagged me thoroughly. She teased and played with my breasts and taut nipples for maybe another 10 minutes. My nipples were pinched and pulled, and finally Lisa sucked on them hard, drawing them out into elongated peaks. I felt her hand cup my pussy. She teased and played with my labia lips and clit, before working 2 fingers inside me. She began finger fucking. After a while, Lisa smiled at me and glanced down. I was embarrassed to see that Lisa's hand was motionless, and saw that I was thrusting my hips and humping her fingers. It was then that Ashley and Janice walked into my bedroom. I had lost all track of time, but it was obvious that they had finished their play and sat down to watch. Lisa withdrew her fingers, turned my vibrator on high and shoved it all the way inside me, saying, "Don't let that slide out." I clenched all my muscles and tried to get my legs closer together, while Lisa played with my breasts. I felt my orgasm building. My hips continued to gyrate, but my vibrator was slipping out. The other girls pointed at me, and Ashley said, "You're gonna lose it, Christine!" Lisa had sucked and drawn my nipples out to nearly one inch in length.

Lisa took hold of my vibrator and fucked me with it. By now, I was moaning continuously, and screamed when my 1st orgasm smashed through me. The next thing I recall was Lisa's fingers back inside my cunt, and Ashley was kneeling on the bed, behind me, playing with my tits. Lisa was finger fucking me in earnest, with one finger hitting my g-spot with every thrust. In the countless times I masturbated, either with my fingers or a vibrator, my pussy juices have never gushed out. For me, I figured that my g-spot must be continuously rubbed a number of times for me to squirt. Eventually, Lisa did just that, and my pussy juices spurted and dribbled down on the towel between my legs. It was a good thing Ashley was behind me squeezing my breasts, because I felt my knees go weak from the force of my orgasm, and she held me steady until my body stopped quivering. After that orgasm, I didn't think it possible to have another so quickly, but Lisa's fingers were teasing and rubbing my neglected clit. Round and round my sensitive nub Lisa's fingers moved, and then she rubbed it as fast as she could. The whole thing couldn't have taken more than 2-3 minutes, when I again screamed and convulsed into my 3rd orgasm. After I was freed, we all put on our bikinis and hung around the pool, talking about our sex games and cheerleading.

Practice of a Different Kind

On Friday morning, June 18, Lisa and I left for baseball camp. It was a 5-6 hour drive north. Lisa's mom, Anne, drove us. I had a new fielder's glove that Nels conditioned with neatsfoot oil and broke it in for me. I packed a suitcase of the recommended clothing for camp. You recall, from earlier in this story, that our 8th grade PE teacher, Mrs. Becker, was also the Coach of the freshman girl's softball team at high school. She had suggested that Lisa and I attend a summer baseball camp, and our parents made those reservations. With a brief stop at a BK in a small town, we pulled into camp around 3:00 PM that afternoon. The camp was a former horse ranch that had been downsized, but off in the distance I saw a few horses grazing in a pasture. There were 6 baseball diamonds, 3 for women's baseball and 3 for men's baseball. There was a large building with 2 wings, a large central dining room connected to the dormitory wings, as well as 2 meeting rooms, a fitness center and equipment room. Once we registered, we were given a tee shirt and cap, and were fitted for baseball shoes, with short rubber cleats. Quite a number of the older girls had their own shoes, and it was apparent that they had played on a high school team already. Lisa and I shared a room. It was sparsely furnished with 2 beds, a dresser, table and small closet. After we were settled in our room, Anne said goodbye and headed back home.

Lisa and I met and visited with the other girls in the dorm, until a bell rang calling us to dinner at 6:00 PM. At 7:00 PM, the girls all went into one of the meeting rooms for a discussion of the general rules of the game. We were then excused to go get changed for a Friday night get together and dance. About ¾ of the girls dressed up. Lisa and I wore our short skirts, a nice long top, 2" heels and just a little lipstick. Most of the dining room tables had been cleared away, and one of the young assistants played dance music. Lisa and I mingled and met many of the guys. There were probably 30 guys and 30 girls in all, which was enough for 2 teams each. I danced with about 10 guys and got to know a little about them and where they were from. As the dance wound down, we drifted back to our dorms and got ready for bed. Lights out was at 11:00 PM.

At 7:00 AM the next morning, a bell rang throughout the dorm. We had 1-1/2 hours to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast and be out on the practice field by 8:30 AM. We practiced Saturday and Sunday mornings and afternoons. There were 8 pitchers and 4 catchers. Lisa went off with that group to practice on another field. The rest of us practiced and tried different positions. One coach hit fungos to the outfield, while another coach hit infield practice. I sucked in the outfield. I couldn't get a good jump on the ball, and my throw into home was terrible. I did very well in the infield. I was best at shortstop and 2nd base, but my throw across the diamond, from 3rd base to 1st, was pretty inconsistent. We had batting practice on the 3rd diamond, utilizing a pitching machine. The batting coach sized me for the right bat and made a couple suggestions to improve my batting stance. We were taught to ignore the gyrations and single or double windups of the pitchers, and concentrate on watching for the ball's release, as it came off the pitcher's hip. I learned to bunt and slap the ball. It was suggested that I might do some light workouts with small weights, just to strengthen my wrist muscles and tone my arms and shoulder muscles. I didn't want to bulk up like my friend Lindsay. There were more classroom lessons on the finer points of the game and the rules, after dinner, both Saturday and Sunday nights. We did have another dance on Saturday night.

On Monday morning the girls were divided into 2 teams, and Lisa was on my team. Each team had 4 pitchers, 2 catchers, 4 infielders and the remaining 5 girls rotated in the outfield. We practiced as a team Monday morning and I played 2nd base. We even had live batting practice with one of our pitchers taking the mound. After lunch on Monday, we played a game against the other girl's team. A regulation women's softball game is 7 innings, but we played a 9 inning game. In this way, 3 of our pitchers each pitched 3 innings. Our 2 catchers each played half the game and everyone got more game time. We used all regulation protective gear, especially batting helmets, and I decided to wear elbow and knee pads. This is how the whole week went. By Friday afternoon, everyone had a pretty good idea of how good or bad they were and where they needed improvement. After dinner each night, we had free time before dark. The assistants manned the pitching machines and shagged balls. I would always take a turn or two in the batting cage. I often met Lisa at one of the practice bullpens and caught for her, when a catcher wasn't available. Lisa had learned several new pitches and worked hard on perfecting them. I usually spent a half hour in the fitness room working with the light weights.

On Saturday, June 26, we were scheduled to play 2 games, one in the morning and one after lunch. My parents came up for the games, and would take Lisa and me back home Sunday morning. Mrs. Becker (Coach Pam or just Coach, as we were told to call her) also came up to watch the games, as did a number of other people. After the 1st game, my parents took Coach out to lunch. After the 2nd game that afternoon, Coach hung around to talk with the camp's coaches. My parents hung around while Lisa and I showered and changed. We put on nice dresses, and I even put my hair up. Nels and Celeste took Coach, Lisa and me out to a nice restaurant for dinner. At dinner, Coach told Lisa that 2 pitchers were moving up, and that if she tried out, Lisa would surely be a starting pitcher. Coach told me that she needed me at 2nd base and for my hitting, and that I had a sure spot on her team. Coach said goodbye at dinner. She was leaving in the morning to go to San Francisco to visit her sister. My parents dropped Lisa and me back at baseball camp in time for the last half of the Saturday night dance. On Sunday morning we had breakfast, packed up our stuff and said goodbye to the friends we had made. When we checked out, we were given a statistics report for the 7 games we played. I had 30 at bats, 22 hits, 12 singles, 9 doubles and 1 generous scorer's triple, for a batting average of .733. In the field I had 36 chances and made only 1 error, for a fielding percentage of .972.

During the drive back home, we all talked for about the first 3 hours. After stopping for a quick lunch, we settled into a talked out silence. Celeste played a CD of her favorite music, and she and Nels sometimes sang along to the tunes. I read a book, and Lisa pensively looked out the window. All of a sudden, Lisa nudged me and whispered, "As soon as we get back, I want to play with some of the guys." I agreed that it was long overdue. After another 15-20 minutes had passed, Lisa whispered, "I want 2 guys to tie me up and play with me like Eric and Brian did with you at your party." I nodded my head and mouthed, OK. About ½ hour passed, before Lisa nudged me again, saying, "I have a GREAT idea!" "We can use our coils of rope and tie ourselves up in your woods, for the guys to find." I replied, "That sounds like fun." "Let's DO IT!" "But, the best days are Tuesdays and Fridays, when my mom is out shopping with her friends or going to some women's meeting." Finally, another 15-20 minutes passed before Lisa whispered to me, "I want to dress up sexy slutty, like Brian and Eric dressed you at your party." I responded that I liked the idea, but we couldn't wear heels in the woods. Lisa was all right with that, and we would figure out the details the next day. We had a plan, and I told Lisa that she could line up 4 guys for this coming Tuesday.

On Monday morning Celeste informed me that Lindsay's parents had called, while I was away at baseball camp. They were going to sell their cottage at the lake. Apparently their family business was taking up too much of their time and they felt they couldn't get away to the cottage that much anymore. Lindsay wanted to talk to me and say goodbye. After a couple tries, I got her on the phone around lunchtime. She told me that she had played twice more in the woods, with my cousins, James and John. Both times they tied her up and played with her, before making her suck them off. They put rubber bands around her boobs, making them swell up into sensitive little orbs, and they had rubbed and fingered her pussy through her panties. Lindsay was a year older than me and more adventurous. I figured that if I let those guys play with me next year, they would undoubtedly have sex with me. I didn't think that having sex, with my 1st cousins, was right, and vowed that I would not play with them again. Lindsay and I had a lot of fun at the lake. We said our goodbyes. I never saw or heard from her again.

Lisa came over on Monday afternoon to do a dry run. We decided on what outfits we would wear and walked out to my woods. Lisa found 2 good trees, about 50' apart that were well screened by clumps of bushes. We figured out how we could tie ourselves up to our trees, and how we could slip our wrists into our coils of rope, behind the tree, and twist them, until we were tightly bound. Lisa had gotten Brian, Eric, Brandon and Tyler to come and play with us the next day. The guys were to come at 2:00 PM and go directly to the woods to search for us, but they were not to enter the woods any earlier than 2:00 PM.

We Tied Ourselves Up For the Guys

On Tuesday, June 29, Lisa came over at 1:30 PM for our new experimental game. We got dressed in our outfits. Each of us wore an 8" skirt and tube top, with a strapless bra underneath. I wore white knee socks and loafers and Lisa wore tennis shoes. I thought that this could have been a really cute outfit, if I wore a decent top. Instead, I was hot from the waist down and slutty from the waist up. We picked up our supplies and headed for the woods. There was no sign of any of the guys arriving too early. We separated and headed for our selected trees. I backed up to the tree and set everything down at my feet. My plastic bag contained 2 vibrators, 2 gag/blindfolds, 2 of those little Radio Shack clamps and 2 pair of my panties wadded into a ball, for a better gag. There were only 3 ropes, including my coil. First, I bent over and tied my ankles together. This was followed by wrapping a rope twice around the tree and my waist, securing myself to the tree. Finally, I bent over at the waist and retrieved a blindfold and my little coil of rope. I slid the coil up to my elbow joint on my right arm and blindfolded myself. Finally, I got both wrists into the rope coil, behind the tree, and twisted my right wrist around 3 times, until the coil was tightly twisted between my wrists. I was ready. I think that I stood there tied to the tree for about 10 minutes, and then I heard them coming.

After a few minutes, I heard someone, off in the distance, say, "There's Lisa." within a couple minutes, I heard them walking around me. In a pleading voice, I said, "Thank God you found me." "Please untie me!" He was standing right in front of me and put 2 hands on my bare shoulders. He was so close to me that I felt him breathing on my face. In more of a panicky voice, I said, "No, No, please untie me" "What are you going to do to me?" I felt a finger across my lips, signaling me to be quiet. Then, he gave me a soft sweet tender kiss. I automatically responded to it and parted my lips for him. We were making out like crazy, and from the way he kissed me, I knew it was Brian. Meanwhile, from behind me, the other guy pulled my tube top down to my waist, and followed by pulling my bra down and unfastening it. While making out, Brian slid his hands from my shoulder and down to my bare breasts. He squeezed them and used his fingers to coax my nipples into little taut buds. The other guy took over and started making out with me. I knew that it was Brandon. Each of the guys took several turns making out with me, feeling and playing with my breasts and nipples and caressing my upper torso and legs. One of them untied my ankles, while the other one pulled each of my nipples and put a clamp on each. I spread my legs.

I heard my vibrators being fired up. One of them used a vibrator on my breasts, running it round and round my clamped nipples, while the other guy ran the other vibrator up and down my inner thighs. When the 1st guy held my vibrator to the ends of my nipple clamps, I thought I might come, and moaned deeply in my throat. The 2nd guy began teasing my pussy, with the other vibrator. Up and down my slit, he slowly moved the vibrator, touching my clit for an instant, at the top of each pass. I moaned continuously and felt an orgasm coming on fast. And, then they stopped! I moaned in frustration.

The rope around my waist was untied, but my wrists were still secured behind the tree. I was forced down to my knees, with my legs straddling the tree trunk. I felt a stiff cock nudging my lips. From its size, when I had it in my mouth, I knew it was Brandon's cock. After I finished sucking him off, Brian's bigger dick was in my mouth. I put a little extra into Brian's blowjob, but he came faster than usual. I got to rest a few minutes on my haunches, before they hauled me to my feet and again tied me to the tree, with a rope around my waist. Someone pinched my nose closed, and when I opened my mouth to suck in some air, my 2 pair of panties were stuffed in my mouth. The remaining scarf was used as a cleave gag to hold my panties in my mouth. My little skirt was flipped up in front and tucked in its waistband. Finally, I thought, they are going to let me come. Sure enough, 2 vibrators were stimulating my most sensitive areas. One teased my breasts and the other attacked my pussy. I was so horny, by then, from the earlier vibrator teasing and the 2 blowjobs that I had just done, that I needed to come quickly. One of them concentrated a vibrator on my clit area, and I grunted and trembled, as my 1st orgasm shot through my body. It took me several minutes to settle down, before a vibrator started moving around my pussy again. He did it slowly, teasing me ever closer to another orgasm. At last, I think he sensed that from my frenzied chest heaving panting and my muffled pleading moans, that I couldn't take much more. When the vibrator was jammed against my clit, I shrieked, as the orgasm blasted through my body and left me somewhat dazed. I slumped back against the tree trunk, until I stopped quivering.

It barely registered on me, when the little nipple clamps were removed. The rope around my waist and the tree was untied. My skirt was flipped back down and my tube top was pulled up in place. It took them several minutes to figure out how my little coil of rope, securing my wrists behind the tree, worked, but they eventually untwisted one of my wrists, until the coil was loose and slipped off.  I stepped away from the tree and took a few wobbly steps. My wrists were re-tied behind my back, and the blindfold was finally removed. Still gagged, with a mouthful of my panties, they led me out of the woods. As we emerged, I saw Lisa, Eric and Tyler entering the pool gate. By the time we got into the guest apartment, Lisa was already tied to the bed in the 2nd bedroom. Brian and Brandon turned me over to Eric and Tyler, and we went into my bedroom. Eric undid my skirt and slid it down to my ankles, and also pulled my tube top down. They pushed me down on the bed and removed my skirt and tube top, as well as my loafers and knee socks. They positioned me on my back in the center of the bed, and tied my ankles spread to the bottom corner post. Then, they pounced on me.

Eric was between my legs, caressing them with his hands. He hadn't forgotten that rubbing little circles, with his fingers, along my inner thighs, right up to my panties, drove me wild. Tyler straddled my stomach and squeezed and kneaded my breasts. As he started tweaking my nipples, I whimpered encouraging sounds into my gag. Tyler got off, picked up a vibrator and remounted my stomach, facing my feet. He put the buzzing vibrator against my panties over my pussy, while Eric continued to tease my legs. I tried to buck my hips against the vibe, but Tyler had most of his weight on my stomach and held me down. The closer I got to my orgasm, the louder and faster I moaned. Although they couldn't see me from the waist up, as my orgasm started to overtake me, I arched my back and chest, and screeched into my gag. After they gave me a chance to come down from my orgasmic high, Eric untied my ankles, and got me off the end of the bed and onto my knees. My gag was finally removed, and Tyler stood there, with his pants and shorts down, ready for his blowjob. When I finished on Tyler and swallowed his cum, Eric got me to my feet, backed me up to the edge of the bed and pushed me back onto it. Everything from my knees up was flat on the bed.

Eric raised my legs off the floor and flopped them spread wide open, so that my knees nearly rested on the bed. Tyler, again, straddled my stomach and held my knees apart, while my lower legs and feet dangled in the air. Eric knelt on the floor and wielded 2 vibrators. He teased my pussy with one, and used the other on my legs. Without a gag, my little whimpers of pleasure quickly grew into loud yearning groans. When one vibrator ran over my panties at my love hole, and the other around my clit, I was nearly delirious. I couldn't catch my breath, but sputtered out, "OH PLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME COME!" "GOD, FINISH ME OFF!" Within a minute, I erupted into a body shattering mind blowing orgasm. Eric let go of my knees and got off my stomach. I simply rolled onto my side, curled up in a ball and savored all the sensations I felt, until the spasms subsided. I owed Eric a SUPER BJ! And, that's what I gave him, taking him numerous times, as far into my throat as I could.

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That's how it went, every Tuesday and Friday for 4 weeks. Different girls and guys came over to play in the woods and in my guest apartment. Sometimes we tied ourselves up in the woods, and sometimes the guys would take us to the woods already tied, and sometimes we simply hid in the woods, until one of the guys found us. Lisa and I played that 1st TUG, and Ashley and I did it again, the following Friday. From then on, we had 3 girls and 6 guys playing. We got Meagan, Beth and Rhonda involved. Since Jill was spending most of the summer in Europe, and Kelley was on Cape Cod for the summer, we got John and Dean to play. Our "sex club," as Lindsay dubbed it was in full swing. Lisa had a girl's party the night of Saturday, July 10, and Beth had the girls over Saturday afternoon, July 24. Those were riotous outrageous parties, with naked 15 year old girls tying up, finger fucking and vibe fucking each other all over the place. I brought my gag gifts, from my last birthday party, including my tassel pasties and loin cloth, crotchless panties, etc, for the girls to wear and play in.

Meagan wanted to play next, and wanted to invite Brad. I was concerned about Meagan's accounts of Brad and Digger playing with her pussy, even though they didn't get their fingers inside her panties. It was Meagan's business what she let those guys do to her, in private at her house. I asked Meagan if she got off, while the guys played with her pussy. She said, "Oh no, they just rub me for a few minutes." I told her that none of the other girls were ready to allow that. If she wanted to play at my house, with Brad, she would have to tell Brad to keep his fingers off any girl's panties. I reminded Meagan of what happened to Matt, and asked the guys to keep an eye on Brad, when we played. Since Meagan didn't get off, when Brad fingered her panties, seemed pointless to me. It helped me make my decision on when and how I would take that next step.

Sex games were, by no means, everything I did in July and August. I continued to read a lot. I devoured the teen magazines and "People". Everyday, I read a good portion of the LA Times and the front page of the Wall Street Journal, before Nels took it off to work. Our library had 2 bookshelves full of books. I had already read a few business books and many of the so-called "classics," by such authors as Louisa May Alcott, Hemingway, etc. That summer, I was reading romance novels from Celeste's 2 shelves of books. Of those I had read, most contained vivid and explicit descriptions of sex. I learned a lot from those books, and fantasized about some guy eating my pussy one day.

At least a couple times a week, I went over to Lisa's and caught for her. Her dad had constructed a pitching mound in their backyard, and Lisa would practice her pitching. Nels had found a place with batting cages and pitching machines that worked with women's regulation sized softballs. Either Anne or Celeste would drive the 20+ miles, and take Lisa and me, at least once a week, for about an hour's worth of batting practice. Ashley, Lisa and I got together at one of our houses, about 2-3 times a week, to practice our cheerleading moves and dances. Janice joined us a few times, and sometimes we played afterward. I saw a lot of movies that summer, mostly with the girls, but I had a number of dates. I finally saw Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace, which had been out since May. Janice and I double dated twice. It must have been humiliating for her dates, because they didn't have, or couldn't get a car, so Janice had to drive and she desperately wanted to go out with those 2 different guys. I went with Brian and Eric, and we always had the whole backseat to ourselves. Janice introduced us to one of the local teen makeout spots. She had a great time in the front seat, with her dates, and in the back seat Brian and Eric made out with me like crazy. I let both of them take off my top and bra, and eventually went down on them.

I did several modeling shoots every month, and always brought home new clothes for my ever growing wardrobe. Celeste had been going to a fitness center, with her girlfriends, for years. She kept her body in really nice shape. Men, as they approach 40, started to think about strokes and heart attacks, and Nels was, admittedly, a little overweight and out of shape. Earlier that spring, Celeste had finally talked Nels into joining the fitness center. He had lost that extra 10-15 pounds and looked really good and was exercising regularly, before going to work. Celeste took me to the fitness center once a week. While she went through her workout routine with her friends, I worked with light weights, to strengthen my hands, wrists, arms and shoulders, for about 30 minutes, and then walked on a treadmill for another 30 minutes. A good 1 hour workout every week both strengthened and toned my muscles, without changing my appearance or figure.

Celeste continued with my homemaker's domestication lessons. She taught me how to use the sewing machine and its various attachments. I learned to sew on buttons, and move buttons to make a garment fit better. Celeste, also, taught me how to let out seams and make minor alterations. We had the most fun in the kitchen, where I learned how to make more complicated dishes from scratch. Celeste and I would often prepare an entire meal together, especially our formal Sunday afternoon dinner.

Then, there were those lazy Sunday afternoons in July and August. If I was going to be around, various kids would always come over to hangout. We mostly swam and sat in the sun talking. The duffle bag of bondage equipment was always there, if anyone wanted to play. Some did, but I mostly declined, especially on the Sundays after Lisa's and Beth's girl's parties. On one cloudy slightly cool Sunday, I was lounging around the pool in my jean cutoffs and sleeveless blouse. I got the idea that it might be fun to be tied to Brian, just so we could makeout. Everyone went into my bedroom. I took off my top and bra, and Brian stripped off his shirt. They tied our wrists behind our backs, and pushed us together standing at the side of the bed. A rope was wound around us, under our arms, tying us together around our armpits. Another rope tied us together around our waists. Brian and I were pushed onto the bed. Two guys grabbed our feet and dragged us to the center of the bed, and then they tied our ankles together. At first we were on our sides, when we started making out. After about 10 minutes, I said that I wanted to be on top. We rocked a little and easily rolled so that I was lying on top of Brian's chest. I could lift my head and tease Brian's lips and mouth, with my tongue, before capturing his lips with mine and resuming our slow soft passionate kisses. At some point, Brian gave a mighty heave, and rolled us until he was on top of me. He bore down on my mouth and his kisses became more insistent. I could feel the bulge in his shorts pressing into my cutoff jeans, and I couldn't help moving my hips against it. It seemed his tongue was always in my mouth, and his weight on my chest made me pant and gasp for air. Too soon, the others came back in the room to release us. I thought this little game had some potential, and wondered what it would be like to play it naked?

Do you remember when Lisa and I came home unexpectedly early and surprised Celeste, on the last day of school, and wound up having lunch and sunbathing with Celeste, Anne and 2 of their friends? Lisa did, and remembered a suggestion that Joan told us. On another Sunday, we tied up Tyler and blindfolded him, after taking his shirt and jeans off. While Tyler stood motionless, with his boxers pulled down and his cock growing harder every minute, 3 girls teased and played with him. Our mouths and tongues worked on him everywhere from his mouth down to his balls and penis. The 3 of us played Rock Paper Scissors to determine who would finish him off. We took turns sucking his cock, and by the time he was ready to burst, we had driven him nearly berserk.  Afterward, Tyler said that it was OK, despite the fact that we had driven him nearly to the point of begging to come, and stated that he much preferred tying us girls up. I thought it was a lot of fun seeing Tyler squirm and hearing his groans. During August, we tied up most of the guys, at least once, and gave them our "special treatment." Most of them got to like our little TUGs.

Finally, my parents had 2 of their famous pool parties; one on a Saturday afternoon in July, and the other in the late afternoon and evening on a Saturday in early August. For the 1st time, I was invited to attend, and serve as co-hostess, with Celeste. I was well read, and Nels knew that I had an interest in majoring in business in college. We had a talk the day before the first pool party. He wanted me to meet some of the leaders of the community and various prominent businessmen. He wanted me to mingle and talk with as many people as I could. He advised me to enter any conversations that I felt comfortable with, but to avoid discussing religion and politics. I would find out a couple months later that this was a kind of test for me. I had already figured out that I, as an only child, was some kind of an heiress to my grandfather's Family Foundation. Besides Nels, grandpa Edmund had 2 sisters. One never married and had no children. His other sister was a widow, with one son who was twice divorced and spent much of his life in and out of jail for robbery and drug sales. Nobody had much hope for him.

About 50 people attended each party. There were probably 20 couples and the rest came as singles. The vast majority seemed to be between 30 and 40years old, with a few maybe in their late 20s. Celeste had a bartender setup in the great room, and a caterer used our kitchen to keep a supply coming of cold finger sandwiches, warm open face sandwiches on little rye rounds and various canapés. Miniature cream puffs and éclairs were served for dessert, as well as cups of cutup fresh fruit. My bedroom in the guest apartment was used as the women's changing room, while the men used the other bedroom. Virtually everyone got into swimsuits and went in the pool. Some men, who perhaps had a little too much to drink, did cannonballs off the diving board at the deep end of the pool. Mostly though, people would toss a beach ball around the shallow end, or get together a game of water polo. I wore one of my more moderate bikinis, but Celeste, Anne, Joan, Eileen and many other women wore sexy string bikinis. They all looked fabulous and I noticed a lot of men ogling them. About half of the men were beginning to show their age and lack of fitness, because they had real beer bellies or the beginnings of that little tire around their waists.

I mingled mostly around the pool, nursing a glass or two of champagne. When I wandered into the great room, I filled up on food. A group of businessmen's wives had settled in the living room and were mostly gossiping, so I made my visit there brief. I had a great time at both parties, and thought that I held my own. Everyone seemed genuinely friendly and interested in me. I listened a lot, learned a lot, and was able to contribute to conversations involving current events in the news, sports and general business trends and the markets. Many people brought up my modeling career, but I assured them that it was only part time for me, and I was headed for college, after high school. At the first party, I met a fascinating woman, who successfully ran her own, all female, ad agency. We talked about the problems women faced in business, when up against the "old boy network." We talked about my modeling, but any live models she used in her ads tended to be average Joe consumer types. My parents proclaimed both parties huge successes, and told me that everyone seemed impressed with me.

Rough TUG #1 –

After playing 6 consecutive Tuesday-Friday TUGs, with the guys, I began to think that they had become somewhat routine. Don't take me wrong, I loved every minute of every one of our games, but they were a little predictable. When we played, I would often play the role of the innocent damsel in distress (DID), and always struggled against my bonds, but never really resisted. I began to think of ways to spice up our games and put a little variety in them. I loved making out to the point where I couldn't catch my breath. I loved being felt up. Not just my breasts, but hands feeling and caressing me all over my body. I loved being blindfolded. The anticipation of not knowing where I would be touched or what would happen next made our games more exciting for me. I couldn't deny that being spanked and having clothespins or those little Radio Shack clamps on my nipples didn't turn me on. I loved being tied up in various positions and helplessly struggling. I thought about all the different ways and positions that Lindsay and I had tied each other up at her cottage. With my light olive skin and a decent suntan, I didn't bruise easily. I remembered the firm, and perhaps rough, way that my cousins, James and John, handled Lindsay and me, during our TUG in the woods, and, of course, the way Lindsay controlled and dominated me , both while we played in her cottage, and during and after the TUG game, when I was tied and forced to suck off my cousins. I loved sucking off the guys, while tied up, and absolutely loved it when the guys made me come, whether it was fast or a long teasing buildup.

With all that in mind, I began to fantasize about games that would be different and a little more exciting. I made lists of positions and locations, where the guys could tie me up, utilizing the equipment and furniture that was available around the guest apartment and pool area. I created 2 little story like scenarios for new TUG games that 2 guys could play with me. I didn't write a script, but rather a broad outline, with general suggestions of what I wanted the guys to do with me. I wanted to be captured and made it clear that I wanted them to use their imaginations to dominate and firmly (roughly) control me, and force me to do what they wanted. I wasn't at all afraid, because I knew the guys would follow the rules. None of them wanted to be blacklisted like Matt. I printed out 2 copies of the ideas I had, for my 1st new TUG. Everyone had arrived by about 1"00 PM on Tuesday, July 20. The plan had been that the guys would first take the girls to the woods to play with them. Since everyone was coming to my house, I felt that I had the right to change the plans. I Anneounced my new plan, saying that I choose Rob and Tyler to play with me here. I told them that we would be playing only in the great room, and that when you come back from the woods, you can use either of the bedrooms. I had packed everything my guys would need, including 2 pairs of my wadded up panties to gag me with. I wore just a little makeup and my old Glee Club outfit from 8th grade, which consisted of heels, a slightly snug above the knee black skirt and a short sleeved white buttoned blouse. I had the blouse buttoned all the way up, and wore a little ruffled scarf around my neck.

After the other guys had selected their equipment, tied up Lisa and Rhonda, and headed off to the woods with them, I told Rob and Tyler to follow me. I took them on a little tour of the downstairs, saying that you'll have to capture me to play with me. I showed them the kitchen, pantry, dining room, front hall coat closets, living room, library, office, linen closets and the His and Hers bathrooms. We went into the office and sat down. I handed each guy one of my suggestion sheets to read. When they had finished reading, I asked if they had any questions. There were none, so I said, "Let's play!" I told them that they would find everything they needed in a paper bag on the island countertop. "Make your plans," I said, "But give me at least 10 minutes to hide, before you come and capture me and take me to the great room." After I was sure they went into the guest apartment, I calmly walked across the hall into the library. I left the door ajar and sat down in a chair, with my back to the door, crossed my legs and began reading a magazine. It may have been 15-20 minutes, before I heard one of them say, "Let's start in the kitchen." A while later I heard them banging the doors of the front hall coat closets. As they walked down the side hall past the library Tyler said, "There's no place to hide in these rooms." "She's probably in one of the bathroom stalls." A few minutes later, I heard the library door opening.

They were all over me, taking me to the ground on my stomach. One of them had grabbed one of my arms and wrenched it behind my back, but I had my other arm under my stomach. The other guy forced my wadded panties into my mouth, while I was yelling at them to let me go. He tied a scarf between my lips and knotted it behind my head. When Rob finished gagging me, he got my other arm out from under me, and they tied my wrists together. I kicked and squirmed all over the floor, but the 2 of them were too much for me. They got me on my feet, and marched me out of the library, down the hall, around the corner, and down the other hall and into the great room of the guest apartment. All the while, they pulled my bound arms upwards somewhat, making me walk bent over. Tyler said, "We can have some fun with her in here," and Rob replied, "Yeah, and we'll make her suck us off!" I was glad to hear that they had gotten into their roles.

Rob held my arms tightly, from behind, while Tyler felt me up and down. He found that my nipples were already taut, and pinched them hard. When he was satisfied, they reversed positions, and Rob felt me up thoroughly and kissed me over my cleaved gagged lips. Tyler pulled my skirt up, and I kicked out at him, pretending to kick him in the balls. This resulted in them tying my ankles together. Then they pulled my skirt all the way up to my waist, and spent some time stroking and caressing my legs, from the front and back. All of a sudden I was down on my knees and my face was pushed into Tyler's bulging jeans. "Are you ready to suck my dick?" Tyler bellowed. I vehemently shook my head, NO! That earned me a couple slaps to my face. They pushed me down, so that my face was on the carpet and my ass in the air. They gave me a fast hard spanking. A few tears dripped from my eyes and I screeched into my gag. I was rolled onto my back, and Rob untied my scarf, while Tyler pulled my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it. My blouse was pushed back and my bra pushed up, exposing my breasts. With one of them on either side of me, they each played with one of my breasts. At first they just kneaded and squeezed them, but then they grasped and pushed my boobs up, holding them tight and causing my tits to bulge outwards. While holding my breasts, they flicked my nipples and then rolled and pinched them. Finally, they sucked my rock hard nipples and grasped them with their teeth and pulled them, until I yelped into my gag.

Rob got me up onto my knees and removed my gag and panties, from my mouth, while Tyler pulled down his jeans and shorts. Rob pulled my wrists up, from behind, forcing my mouth into Tyler's swollen cock. Tyler ordered me to, "Lick it and get it good and wet!" I did, and even licked his balls. Tyler grabbed my head and forced his cock into my mouth, saying, "Now suck it good," as he began fucking my mouth. I was making gurgling and gagging sounds, but loving every minute of it. It was all Tyler. He rammed his cock in and out of my mouth at his own pace. When he let me come up for air, I licked the head of his penis and down the underside of his shaft. When he finally shot his load of cum down my throat, I swallowed it all, but when I cleaned his cock off, I kept a little cum in my mouth. When he pulled out, I was still defiant and spit the remaining cum into Tyler's pubic hair. This got me a couple more slaps to my face. "We've got to get her loosened up some more," Rob exclaimed. My ankles were untied. My heels were removed and my skirt was unfastened.

When they stood me up, my skirt fell to the floor. They held my arms, untied my wrists, unfastened my bra and removed my blouse. When they pulled my arms around in front of me, to slide my bra off my arms, I managed to yank one arm free and punch Rob in the stomach. "Hold this little bitch tight!" He yelled. Eventually they got my bra off and my wrists were again re-tied behind my back. In all the shuffling, I had stepped out of my skirt. Rob bent me over, and Tyler administered another longer, but not quite as hard a spanking to my panty covered bottom, saying, "This is for not swallowing all of my cum, and spitting it on me." When it was over, I was horny as Hell. They sat me down in one of the upholstered easy chairs, spread my legs over the padded arm rests and tied my ankles to the rear legs of the chair. I was wide open and vulnerable, but silently squealed to myself at the anticipation of the vibrators and my 1st orgasm. The wait wasn't long. One vibrator teased and stimulated my breasts and nipples, while the other teased my pussy. They were in no hurry. The vibrator went slowly round and round my pussy, brushing my clit with each circuit. I vowed not to beg, but in less than 10 minutes, I was moaning nearly constantly. My insolence was quickly waning. Rob turned off the vibrator that he was using on my breasts, and shoved it in my gasping mouth, while continuing to play with my tits, with his other hand. This both distracted me and aroused me more. I couldn't help myself, and sucked that vibrator like it was a real cock. Meanwhile, Tyler found that little depression in my panties, indicating the entrance to my love hole, and held it there. He was slowly and steadily bringing me to my ultimate climax. Then,, Rob said, "Don't let her come too quickly!"

While I continued to suck that damn vibrator, Tyler eventually moved his vibrator to my clit. He circled it round and round, driving me crazy, before ramming it home and causing me to erupt with a spectacular orgasm that made me shudder and spasm from head to toe. After a short recovery period, my ankles were untied from the chair legs, and Tyler got me down on my knees. Rob had taken off his shorts and boxers and was standing there, with his stiff cock jutting proudly out. I was completely docile now, and needed no prompting. I enthusiastically licked his cock and balls, sucked him off and swallowed every drop of his come. When that was over, they pushed me to the floor and headed for my bedroom saying, "STAY THERE!" I guessed that they went there to plan their next move. I just curled up on my side and waited.

Perhaps 10 minutes later, they returned and got me up on my feet. I saw that they had been rummaging in my dresser, because Rob carried a handful of my clean panties. While Tyler held me, Rob stuffed one pair of panties deep into each of my cheeks, and a 3rd pair of panties was stuffed straight into my mouth. My face bulged like a chipmunk, with a mouth full of nuts. A scarf cleave gag was tied between my lips, holding everything in. Tyler questioned me. "You're going to cooperate with us now, aren't you Christine?" I nodded my head, yes. "You like to be spanked, don't you?" I nodded, yes. "And you like to have clamps on your nipples, don't you Christine?" I nodded my head, yes. It was all true. How could I deny it? They walked me over to the back of a sofa and had me spread my legs. They tied my ankles wide apart to the rear legs of the sofa. While Tyler pinched and pulled on my nipples, Rob deftly attached clothespins to them. The initial pain sunk to the depths of my belly, but within a few moments, my pussy began to tingle. They fished around in the duffle bag for a long piece of rope. The center of the rope was slid between my back and my bound arms, right up to my armpits. Each of them took an end of the rope and pulled it down, making me bend over the back of the sofa at the waist, and tied their ends to the front legs of the sofa. I was bound and gagged, wearing only panties, and bent over a sofa, with my butt sticking up in the air.

With one of them standing on either side of my vulnerable ass, each of them softly ran one hand over one of my ass cheeks. I was totally unprepared, when the 1st WHACK stung my left butt cheek. His hand was quickly replaced and soothingly caressed my sore buttock. I closed my eyes and hung my head, not knowing how long this would last. It was probably 15-30 seconds between each WHACK, and after each one, they gently caressed the spot they had just hit. It was a frustrating and stimulating ordeal and my pussy throbbed and tingled. When I felt a vibrator against my pussy, I knew it was over and raised my head and looked up. GOD! There was Lisa, Rhonda and the 4 guys, who had come in from the woods and were watching me. How long had they been standing there? They saw me in this all new vulnerable position. I'm sure they saw part of my spanking, and were now watching, as my pussy was being vibrated from behind. From the lingering pain in my ass and the burning desire that I felt in my pussy, I wasn't sure if my pussy juices weren't running down my legs. All it took was for one of them to run a vibrator around my pussy, for a few minutes, and press it against the entrance to my love hole. I screamed into my gag and sucked air through my nose, as the orgasm struck me by surprise, without any buildup. No longer did I feel the residual pain, from my recent spanking, or from the clothespins on my nipples. My brain was flooded with sensations of pleasure, coming straight from my pussy, and radiating throughout the rest of my body.

My ecstatic trance lasted only moments, because a vibrator was again running up and down my pussy slit. This time I felt my orgasm immediately building. My breathing grew more rapid, and I panted and moaned, as the vibrator took me to new heights of pleasure and desperation. I was a little light headed and dizzy, but didn't know if that was because of my need to come or from my head being bent over so long. I groaned and shook, when the climax surged through my body. I collapsed onto the back of the sofa. I had no recollection of the clothespins being taken off my nipples or my ankles being untied. I next remembered them releasing the rope that held me bent over, and Rob removing my gag. He urged me down onto my knees and let me rest on my haunches, until I calmed down and my breathing was normal.

Tyler stepped in front of me, with his boxers down, ready for me to give him a BJ. And, I did just that. I gave him a long slow teasing blowjob, up to the point where he was getting close to shooting his load. Then, he grabbed my head and pounded my mouth, until his cum spurted down my throat. I made sure to swallow it all and not spit any cum out on him. Rob had cleared off the few things from the huge 4' X 6' coffee table that sat in the center of the furniture grouping. They grabbed my bound arms and took me to the coffee table and helped me crawl onto it. They laid me down on my belly and dragged me, until my shoulders were slightly over one end and my head hung over the edge. My legs were spread and my ankles fastened somewhere under the table. They, also, wrapped the long rope several times over my waist and under the table, further holding me down. Tyler spoke up, "Since you like to be spanked so much, Christine, we have one more for you." "AND, we want you to count each smack aloud!" "If you miss one, we'll start all over." This was to be my 4th spanking of the afternoon and my perky ass was just waiting for them to wallop it. "OWWWW 1," I counted, "OWWW 2, OWW 3, OW 4, 5, 6, ……….17, 18, 19, 20." And it was over. Rob knelt naked in front of me. He grasped my ponytail and pulled my head up and back. I guess my mouth was agape, because I was surprised when he shoved his cock all the way in. He withdrew and let me lick him all over, before resuming my mouth fucking. My back was arched and my head and shoulders were held off the coffee table. I couldn't do anything, while his dick slammed in and out of my mouth, but hang on and suck. He let me come up for air a few times, but kept the head in my mouth. As I gasped to catch my breath, my drool ran down his shaft. Eventually Rob came and shot all his cum straight down my throat.

I heard music coming from the sound system. Tyler played one of my slow dance CDs. I was untied, except for my wrists, and led out to the center of the room. The guys were going to dance with me and makeout, which was something that we really hadn't done all afternoon. The guys were wearing only their boxers and took turns dancing one song with me. We just stood in place and gently swayed to the music. Either they would hold me by my hips or ass, so that our lower bodies rubbed, while we made out, or they would wrap their arms around my back and crush my tits against their chests, while we did some serious kissing and tongue action, or we would just sway inches apart, while they caressed my body and played with my breasts and nipples. When they held me close to them, I felt their growing erections press against my belly. I was lost in my own dream world, going from one to the other, responding to every touch and kiss, and getting more and more turned on. After the 7th or 8th song, Rob ordered me down on my knees. "Use your teeth, Christine, to pull down my boxers and then suck me off." I was surprised for a moment, but thought it would be kinda sexy and fun. I looked around and saw Tyler getting dressed. The clock on the wall showed a few minutes past 4:00 PM! GOD! The afternoon had gone by so quickly. Lisa, Rhonda and the 4 other guys were all dressed and sitting quietly on the furniture, watching. They had seen me bent over the sofa earlier, and I wondered if they had peeked out to see what else my guys did with me. Tyler was going home with some of the other guys and their ride would be waiting for them. However, Rob only had a short walk home.

Lisa spoke up and said, "You go ahead, Christine, and finish Rob off." "We'll see the guys out." I grabbed the waistband of Rob's boxers on one side, with my teeth, and pulled it down as far as I could. I did the same on the other side, and the waistband was hung up on his protruding erection. From the front, I grasped the waistband in my teeth and pulled it out and over his stiff cock. Rob turned around and 2 pulls got his boxers down past his firm tight ass. One more pull in front, to clear his balls, and I commenced sucking him off. Sometime during all that, I heard Lisa and Rhonda come back in. After Rob had come, and I licked him clean and swallowed his cum, Lisa said, "You can just leave Christine there and we'll take care of her!" What did that mean? I sat on the floor in my panties, with my wrists still bound, until Rob had dressed and left, and the girls came back in. The first thing Lisa said was, "I'll bet Christine is really wet and would love to come!" It was true. Lisa shoved me on my back and pulled off my panties. She got one of my vibrators, turned it to low and rammed it in my pussy saying, "We want to hear the details of everything that happened in here this afternoon!"

"You'll find 2 sheets of paper on the desk in the office," I replied. Lisa left to get my outlines and suggestions, that I showed the guys, and said to Rhonda, "Keep her busy!" Rhonda slowly fucked me with the vibrator, until Lisa returned. She just left the vibrator buzzing inside me, while they read the papers. "Now tell us everything the guys did to you," Lisa commanded, and commenced fucking me slowly, with my vibrator. I would have told them everything, anyway, but I spurted it all out, while my orgasm eluded me. When I finished and answered their few questions, Lisa, finally, finished me off. I was untied and got dressed. After the girls left, I couldn't stop thinking about the great time I had that afternoon. It was the best TUG ever! The word would spread quickly, among our group of girls and guys, but I didn't care. I could hardly wait to try my next TUG.

Rough TUG #2 –

On the following Friday, Ashley, Beth and 6 guys showed up to play. I had told the girls that if there was anything they wanted to try, or have the guys do to them, to put it in a note or tell them. Also, Rob was among the 6 guys there, and he had the experience of last Tuesday's TUG with me. I was going to let them play anywhere they wanted in the guest apartment. Before I tell you what happened to me, there are 3 things that need to be explained.

1. Our garage: I've told you about our property, with the wall along the front and fence around the rest of the property. As you look at the house, from the road, the 4 car garage is to the left of the house. However, this garage is an oversized garage. It is extra deep, with 6' tall storage cabinets, along the back wall, in front of the parked cars. About half of the cabinets had shelves behind their 6' doors, but the other half were for larger items and only had a shelf at the top. So, I could conceivably hide in one of them. There are 4 individual garage doors, each with automatic openers, and about 6' of space between them, making it easier to get in and out of the cars, and preventing little dings. Along the far end wall of the garage was my dad's workbench and three 4' long heavy metal shelving units that were attached to the wall. Finally, above the workbench, near the peak of that wall was a 3' X 3' screened louvered exhaust fan. There was a screened louvered intake mounted near the peak of the opposite wall. Nels and Celeste parked their cars in the first 2 stalls. The 3rd stall was empty and would be for my car someday. The limo was parked in the 4th stall.

2. The limo. My grandfather owned a classic early 1960s custom Buick stretch limousine. He didn't take it with him, when he retired to Florida, and I assumed it belonged to the Family Foundation. The inside had a black leather rectangular "U" shaped seating arrangement for 6-8 people. There was a small refrigerator and bar, behind the driver's compartment, and a plush red carpet covered the floor. This was Nels's pride and joy and he kept it spotless. Whenever there were important clients, he hired a driver to chauffer them around or take them out for some entertainment and dinner.

3.  Rubber bands. When I talked to Lindsay, at the end of June, and found out about my cousins putting rubber bands around her tits, I decided that would be something to try. However, Lindsay only knew the rubber bands were about 1/2" wide, but didn't know what size they were. The next time I was at the mall, I went off by myself to an office supply store. What I found were rubber bands in packages of 25, but they gave no measurement size. Instead the rubber bands were just labeled by a number, like #3, #5, or #7. I bought 3 different sized packages. I did some research and found out that it was dangerous to leave them on long enough for my tits to start to turn purple or blue, because permanent internal damage could occur. After much practice, at night in my room, I found a size that I could wear for about an hour. Though a little painful at first, the appearance of my breasts and the stimulating sensations far outweighed the minor discomfort.

I wore an old short sleeved dress shirt, with tails, that I wore in formal 8th grade Glee Club performances. I gathered up the tails and knotted them below my breasts. The only button that was fastened was the one just above the knot, which covered the front closure of my bra. I had on a blue pair of cotton shorts and wore sandals. With everyone assembled in the great room, I announced that I had another new TUG to play, and chose Brandon and Neal to play it with me. I told the others that we would be outside and upstairs in my room, so they could go to the woods or play anywhere in the guest apartment. While the others were deciding what to do, I pointed to a bag on the countertop, and told Brandon and Neal that they would find everything they needed in the bag, plus a note. "You'll have to find me and capture me," I winked and said, "I'll be somewhere outside the house, but not in the woods." "Give me a 10 minute head start."

While they read the note, I slipped out of the guest apartment and exited by the front door. Because I really wanted to play in that limo, I thought my note might be too obvious, but maybe they would check around the yard first, to see if I was hiding in any bushes. They could capture me and take me to the garage. However, I headed straight for the garage. Once inside, I turned on the exhaust fan, so it wouldn't get too hot in there. I positioned myself along the far side of the limo and crouched down next to the left rear wheel. It seemed to take forever, before I heard the garage door open. The first thing Brandon and Neal saw, of course, was the limo, and they had to stop and admire it, but Neal said, "We better check those storage cabinets." I heard the cabinet doors being opened and closed, as they got closer to the limo. All of a sudden, the right rear door of the limo open, and I froze. "She's not in here," Brandon said. While they resumed checking the few remaining cabinets, I crept around to the rear of the limo. "There she is!" Neal shouted. I got up and ran for the garage door. They overtook me, before I got halfway there. I fought and flailed and kicked, not really trying to connect, but they quickly overpowered me.

Brandon held my arms behind my back, while Neal unknotted my shirt and unfastened the one button. He undid the front clasp to my bra and pushed everything over my shoulders. My shirt and bra were easily peeled off my arms and my wrists were tied behind my back. I was gagged with 2 pairs of my panties, held in by a scarf cleave gag. Right there in the middle of the garage floor, they bent me over and gave me a stern spanking, which got my attention. These guys weren't fooling around. They manhandled me over to the shelving units and tied a rope around my waist, securing me to one of the heavy supporting uprights. My shorts were unfastened and allowed to drop down around my ankles. Brandon fished in the bag and brought out 2 clothespins and 2 of my vibrators. While Dean pulled on my nipples, Brandon affixed the clothespins to them. I was just getting used to the initial pain from the clothespins, when each of them powered up one of my vibrators. Brandon exclaimed, "This will take the fight out of her," as they began to work me over with my vibrators. They ran them everywhere, except over my pussy. When Dean touched a vibrator to one of the clothespins, I groaned, from the eerie pain/pleasure combination shooting straight to my pussy. Within 10 minutes, they had me moaning constantly, and no vibrator had yet touched my pussy. When one did, it caught me off guard and I actually lurched away. They took turns teasing my slit for at least 15 minutes, until my pussy was on fire and I was begging them, into my gag, to let me come. Mercifully, Brandon held a vibrator to my clit, until I came. I sagged against the shelving unit. In the midst of my orgasm, they plucked the clothespins off my nipples, causing more intense spasms to ripple through my body.

They took off my sandals and had me step out of my shorts, before untying the waist rope that held me to the shelving unit. I was half dragged out in the center of the garage floor and positioned under one of the garage door tracks. Another rope was tied around my wrists and thrown over the track. They pulled on the rope, raising my bound arms and causing me to bend over. When they had pulled the rope far enough, so that my upper body was parallel to the floor, they tied it off. With my boobs hanging down, it was then that they snapped a rubber band around the base of each of my breasts. From behind me, one of them pulled each edge of my panties, until it slipped into my butt crack, baring my ass cheeks. As their hands slowly roamed over my naked butt cheeks, there was some back and forth conversation about how many whacks I deserved to get. They finally settled on 30, though I think the talk was meant mostly for me. I steeled myself for the blows. They were slow, sharp and rhythmical. They counted each smack out loud. When they finished, my ass really burned. It was a good thing that I was gagged, because our friends might have heard my initial screams all the way in the house. Although I couldn't see my butt, I was sure it was glowing bright red. One of them pulled on the waistband of my panties and it popped out of my crack. The triangle part of my panties in back covered about 1/2 of my butt, and the elastic at the edge of the leg holes chaffed my tender ass.

While Dean held me still, with one hand holding my hair and the other my bound wrists, Brandon rammed a vibrator against my pussy. I was so turned on, from the last orgasm, they gave me, and the just completed spanking, that I couldn't stop whimpering into my gag, "YES, YES, YES, OH GOD YES," until I came. I hung my head, closed my eyes and swayed by the rope holding my arms up, while I savored the delicious tremors that pulsed throughout my body. I hung there for several minutes, while the guys moved away to confer. When they returned, my arms were released, but my wrists remained tied behind my back. They pushed me down on my knees and removed my gag. As Brandon and Neal crowded side-by-side in front of me, they dropped their jeans and underwear. Brandon hollered, "SUCK BOTH OF US OFF!" My head was twisted to the left and Dean's cock was shoved into my mouth. "LICK IT," he yelled. Brandon twisted my head to the right and his cock was shoved into my mouth. "LICK IT AND SUCK IT," he bellowed. Back and forth I went sucking one dick and then the other. I had a chance to take a deep breath everytime they switched. Although it truly was a turn on, I made the gurgling and gagging sounds of someone being forced, rather than moan those little sounds of pleasure and encouragement. Dean gasped, "I'm gonna blow." His last few thrusts went as deep into my throat as he could, and he spurted his cum. After swallowing it and licking him clean, it took me about another 5 minutes to finish off Brandon.

With their cocks tucked back in their pants, Brandon and Neal took me over to the shelving units. It was my 1st chance, as well as theirs, to have a good look at my boobs, while I was upright. The rosy red orbs wiggled as I walked. I'd like to report that they swelled up like melons, but realistically they were probably the size of a medium orange. They were near perfect globes, with my nipples popping out from the center. At the shelving unit my wrists were untied and I was pushed against one of the upright supporting posts. My arms were stretched outward and upward, and each wrist was tied to the top of the next upright supporting post 4' away. My back was arched a little and my chest thrust out, which only made my tits stick out more invitingly. Brandon and Dean each took one of my tits and played with it for a long time. They, of course kneaded and squeezed them, but also took great delight in jiggling and bouncing them around. By them my titties were really sensitive and turning more red. Each touch brought a little pain, but along with that, little tingling sensations erupted in my pussy. They banged my boobs together a few times, and then alternately slapped them from the side and below. When Brandon took my left nipple in his mouth, I thought I might come and scrunched my legs together. They took turns sucking my nipples, drawing them out into long tubular peaks, and I moaned the entire time.

When I was released from the shelving unit, I thought we would go play in the limo. Instead, Brandon lifted me up onto the workbench. My wrists were tied in front of me and they stretched me out on my back. My arms were pulled up over my head and secured to something below the workbench's surface. My ankles were similarly tied together and secured. Neal started teasing me, between my legs and over my pussy, with a vibrator set on low. Brandon, again, sucked my nipples, to get them as long as he could, and grabbed a pair of pliers from the wall over the workbench. He menacingly got one nipple between the jaws of the pliers and squeezed, until I yelped. He continued with each nipple, first holding the pliers upright, pinching one way, and turned the pliers 90 degrees, and did it again. Then, he held the pliers horizontally and repeated the process. I had a little pattern from the jaws of the pliers on each nipple. Although the pain, from the pliers, was no worse than a clothespin, that pain combined with what Dean was doing to me with the vibrator, was driving me crazy. Brandon took another clamp like tool down. He held it next to one of my nipples and was adjusting a thumbscrew at the end of one of its handles. I read on the side "Vise Grip." Now I was getting a little scared, thinking he was going too far. He held it over my nipple and began to squeeze. I felt the jaws closing over my tender sensitive bud. Then it clicked and my nipple was firmly clamped in the Vise Grip. He pulled my nipple around, every which way, making my tittie follow along, and then released the clamp. Before he finished with me, he used the Vise Grip on my other nipple.

Brandon asked Neal if he was ready. The vibrator was turned up to a medium setting and shoved against my clit. Brian swiftly ripped the rubber bands from my bright red tits. I actually had a little orgasm, when the pain from the restored bloodflow surging into my breasts hit me. They left me tied to the workbench, while they went to checkout the limo. My tits were deflated. I watched the color drain out of them and return to normal. The marks from the pliers quickly disappeared. I badly needed another orgasm, but could only lay there and wait. The guys left both rear doors of the limo wide open and returned wearing only their underwear. Brandon asked me if I was OK, and I nodded my head, yes. Then he asked, "Are you going to suck both of us off in there?" I smiled and enthusiastically said, "YES!" They released me from the workbench and gave me a few minutes to stretch and rub my limbs. When I felt that I was ready, I crossed my wrists behind my back, and they were tied. Immediately, I was pushed into the limo. I was on my back, sprawled across the black leather bench seat, and Neal was on top of me. One of my legs was up over the back of the seat, and my other leg was spread and resting on the floor. We made out like passion starved 15 year olds. It was wet and sloppy, with tongues constantly probing each other's mouths. I felt Dean's erection pressing into my belly, and I was hot and horny myself.

All of a sudden, I was dragged to the floor. The thick red carpet felt luxurious on my back. Brandon was on top of me. We made out in that soft slow way. Our heads were tilted and our lips meshed. We shared those soft moist open mouth kisses, that went on and on, with occasional probing of our tongues. I couldn't catch my breath and was lost in Brandon's kisses. He stopped too soon, but he knelt between my legs and wielded my 7" penis vibrator. There was no teasing this time. He purposely worked my pussy, with the vibrator on high, and quickly had me moaning and bucking there on the floor of the limo. I came with a huge groan and shudder. My whole body convulsed, until my orgasm had run its course. Brandon got me up on my knees. Neal had pulled off his boxers and was sitting on the bench seat, with his legs spread and his stiff cock sticking straight up. I crawled on my knees between his legs and went down on him. I asked Neal to scoot his butt forward, to the edge of the seat, and to lean back. This gave me a much better angle for licking his balls and sucking him off. When his cum exploded into my mouth, I was very careful not to spill a drop of cum on the interior of the limo. Both guys let me control the pace of their BJs, rather than forcefully fucking my mouth. After Dean came, I crawled on my knees over to Brandon, who was waiting along the side bench seat. I gave him a long slow teasing blowjob, that had him groaning and gasping until he spurted his load of cum.

They helped me out of the back of the limo, and the guys got dressed, while they discussed the best way to get me in the house and up to my room. It was an open walk of about 15', from the garage side door to the kitchen door of the house. Neal helped me into my sandals and Brandon threw my shirt over my shoulders, with my wrists still tied behind my back. He buttoned the shirt top to bottom, in front. The short sleeves just flapped about empty, but the tails of the shirt covered my panties, front and back, despite the cutout on both sides of the shirt. Brandon shut off the exhaust fan. Neal carried the bag of equipment, plus my shorts and bra. We walked to the side garage door and Brandon peeked out. No one had come inside our wall, and only a few cars were going by out on the street. The guys screened me, as we walked the 15' and into the kitchen. We walked through the kitchen, down the hall past the dining room and the door to the guest apartment. As we passed, I only heard muted noises coming from within. We reached the central stairway and climbed the stairs to my room. As I watched, the guys stripped down to their underwear. They helped me out of my sandals, and unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. They helped me onto my king size bed, and arranged me, on my back, with my head at the foot of the bed. They plopped down on either side of me, pinning me between them.

What followed was a dizzying makeout session, designed, I suspected, to get us all turned on again. First, I was rolled left, onto my side, and Brandon, also on his side, made out with me, while he played and teased my nipples. I rolled the other way and Neal and I similarly made out, with my breasts and nipples getting a thorough workout. Next, Brandon was partly on top of me, using one leg to pin my legs, and his chest squashed mine. The kisses grew deeper and longer. When he was finished, I was shoved back down on my back, and Neal got on top of me. As we kissed and plunged our tongues in each other's mouths, he maneuvered his hands between us to roll and pinch my nipples. Finally, I got rolled on top of Brandon's and Neal's chests. Since I was on top, I kissed them as I pleased, but their hands freely roamed over my body, especially squeezing my ass and rubbing those oh so sensitive areas of my flesh on my inner thighs. When they had finished, I was pulled further down the bed, so that my head hung down over the edge and rested against the side of my mattress. In one of my sillier creative moments, I had come up with this notion of doing upside down blowjobs on the guys, but had no idea if it would work. My ankles were tied, with my legs spread open, to the side rails of the bed.

Neal went first. After he pulled down his boxers, he knelt in front of my face and easily shoved his dick all the way into my open waiting mouth. Because of the angle of my head, their cocks had a perfectly straight path into my throat. After their initial penetration into my mouth, I was told to lick their cocks and balls thoroughly, before each of them resumed ravaging my mouth. It was certainly different doing upside down BJs. As they plunged their dicks in and out of my mouth, their still sagging scrotum and balls would occasionally bump into my nose. I was not able to use my tongue along the more sensitive vein and glans on the other side of their shafts, however, they let me lick and swirl my tongue, around the heads of their cocks, more often. While I was sucking one of them off, the other one relentlessly kept my pussy stimulated, using my vibrator on the low setting. I'm sure that my constant mmmmmming and moaning was a combination of what was happening between my legs and the delicious pleasure I was getting from sucking them off. As they grew more excited, their scrotums tightened and their balls swelled. I noticed that just before they shot their wads, their scrotums and balls had shriveled and wrinkled to about half their normal size. Most of their cum went straight down my throat, and I was able to swallow it easily. The remaining cum that spurted out at the end, pooled in the roof of my mouth. It was hard not gagging, while licking them off, but as soon as their dicks were out of my mouth, I turned my head to the side and raised it a little, in order to swallow the rest. After Brandon had finished, the vibrator was turned to high and I was treated to 2 astounding back-to-back orgasms.

My ankles were untied and I was up on my feet. They helped me get into my sandals and shorts. Brandon thought it would be cool to take me downstairs with the rubber bands on my boobs. They bent me over and Neal snapped a rubber band around the base of each of my tits. My wrists were untied momentarily, while they slipped my arms into the shirtsleeves, and then re-tied behind my back. When the shirt was buttoned, my boobs were pushed together and my nipples were already starting to show. It wouldn't fool anyone. I didn't look anything like the natural me in a bra and shirt. We paraded out of my room, down the hall and back stairs, out on the pool deck, and entered the guest apartment. Every step I took made my shirt fabric rub my nipples, and they really stood out. Ashley was doing a blowjob, and Beth and her 2 guys were apparently in one of the bedrooms. The 3 of us sat down on a sofa and waited. When Ashley finished, she was untied, and she and her 2 guys busied themselves by getting dressed. However, when Beth emerged dressed from the bedroom, she immediately noticed me. She walked over and said, "What's going on under your shirt?" Everybody stared at me then. Brandon got me up on my feet and unbuttoned my shirt, allowing everyone to get a close look at my bulging bright pink globes. Each one of them took a turn poking and squeezing my jiggling tits.

After the rubber bands were removed and my wrists were untied, I re-buttoned my shirt without a bra, and said goodbye to all the guys. Beth and Ashley hung around to learn about the rubber bands. I hauled out the 3 different size packages of rubber bands that I had bought. I cautioned them about leaving them on too long. Ashley took a pair of the same size that I had used, but with Beth's big boobs, I gave her a pair of 2 different sizes to try, while I was gone.

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Lisa came over the next morning, Saturday, mostly to decide on what we would pack, but she also played around with the rubber bands a little and took a pair home. On Sunday morning, July25, 1999, Anne, Chuck, Lisa, Nels, Celeste and I flew out of LAX to Denver, Colorado. There, our parents each rented a car. After about an hour's drive, Lisa and I were dropped off and checked into baseball camp. Our parents went on to vacation at Estes Park, Colorado, and would pick us up at the end of the week.

This was an all girls training camp. It was more advanced than the one we went to earlier that summer, and Lisa and I were among a small handful of girls, who hadn't played high school ball. There were 30 girls there, with 10 pitchers, 4 catchers, and the others played in the outfield and infield. We had batting practice and fielding practice every morning, plus some instructional time, and there was always a fresh pitcher for batting practice. In the afternoon, we divided into 2 teams and played an extended 9 inning game, with 3 different pitchers going 3 innings each. The teams were mixed up everyday, and sometimes a player was switched to the other team right in the middle of the game. We played 2 games on our final Saturday. Our parents came back in time to see the afternoon game. After we packed, said goodbye to the girls and checked out, we drove to Denver. It never mattered which team won any of the games, but I was given a stat sheet of my performance. For the 7 games, I batted .635 and had NO errors in 37 chances at 2nd base. That night we stayed at a hotel, near the airport, and had a nice dinner out. We flew back to Los Angeles the next morning. After getting home and unpacking, I went over to Lisa's for an hour to practice our cheerleading moves, because cheerleader tryouts were the next day!

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My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 6 – Cheerleaders, Initiations and Almost Going to 3rd Base

Cheerleader Tryouts -

Cheerleader tryouts were scheduled for Monday, August 2, 1999, but before I tell you about them, I should explain a bit about our high school and its athletic department. It is a typical 4 year public high school. The boys and girls each have basketball, swimming, gymnastics and baseball teams that compete in a League. In the fall, while the boys are playing football, the girls play volleyball. Each sport has 2 teams. The varsity teams were made up of juniors and seniors, and the junior varsity or JV teams were sophomore and freshman students. On rare occasions, a sophomore student, who is really good, could be promoted to the varsity team in any sport. There are 2 all girl cheerleader squads; the varsity and JV, but they only cheer at boy's football and basketball games. My girlfriend and neighbor, Janice, was elected captain of the JV 8 member cheerleading squad. The assistant-captain was Jackie, and 3 other sophomore girls were already on the squad from last season. Thus, there were spots for only 3 new incoming freshman girls.

It was Ashley's mom who dropped us off at the high school at 9:00 AM that morning. I'd be lying, if I didn't tell you that I was plenty nervous. We were given some instructions, when we registered in June. Each girl was allowed 5 minutes to do anything she wanted and was encouraged to bring along their own music. I brought the CD of the school fight song, which the 3 of us would all use. There was a small crowd of girls pouring into the gym. I told the girls that we should not sign in together, because the judges would immediately compare us to each other. I signed in on the #5 line. Lisa was #8 and Ashley #12. The Coach and the 5 cheerleaders sat at a table, and we sat in the bleachers, until we were called. There were 21 girls there to tryout for 3 spots. We had to fill out a questionnaire about availability, potential conflicts, school spirit and a few basic questions about football and basketball. Some girls did gymnastic floor routines, with a lot of tumbling. Other girls did flowing ballet routines, without the shoes. A number of girls had made up cheers of their own, without music. Finally, 3 girls did their interpretation of the school fight song cheer. When my turn came around, I nailed the fight song, using our CD for musical accompaniment and provided pom-poms. I sang the song, as I did the cheer dance. The whole thing actually takes a little less than 2 minutes. I, also, decided to do the visitor welcome cheer and belted it out loud and clear. Lisa and Ashley nailed their auditions, too.

When the auditions were over, the Coach asked everyone to take the floor, including the existing cheerleaders. She played a popular song and told everyone to dance to the music and show her our individual dance moves. Next, she played another song, asking, "How many of you know how to do this dance?" I thought everyone probably had heard Chubby Checker's "Let's Twist Again." Lisa, Ashley and I immediately started twisting, as did about 1/2 of the girls. It was an easy dance to pickup, and soon everyone was doing their version of the Twist. Finally, Coach asked if anyone knew how to jitterbug. I raised my hand, as did Jackie. Lisa and Ashley sorta half raised their hands. I learned the jitterbug, when I had a dance class during my modeling lessons. I had showed the dance to Ashley and Lisa and hoped they remembered it. Coach played a Boogie Woogie song and Jackie and I took off. Lisa and Ashley were making a reasonable attempt at it. Everyone else stood and watched. Coach stopped the music for a moment and told everyone to watch and try to pickup the steps. The 4 of us finished the dance. Then, she told everyone to pair up and try it again. When that was over, it seemed that everyone waited on the bleachers for an excruciatingly long time, while the Coach and cheerleaders deliberated at the judge's table. Finally, the Coach announced that the new JV cheerleaders were Lisa, Ashley and Christine. WE ALL MADE IT!

While the losers filed out, Coach asked us to stay for a few minutes. We were busy meeting and hugging our new cheerleader friends. Besides Janice and Jackie, there was Rachael, Elizabeth (Liz) and Rebecca (Becky). The Coach told us that we would be scrapping the human pyramid this year, and doing some more dance routines. She gave us each a sheet of paper titled, "Dances through the Years," and told us to find out as much as we could about each dance or ask our parents if they remember them. "See you all at 9:00 AM tomorrow," she finished.

How many of these dances do you remember?"

Jitterbug or Lindy Hop

Can-Can

Square Dances

Balboa

Cha-Cha

Bosa Nova

West Coast Swing

The Stroll

The Lindy, slower version of Lindy Hop done on Dick Clark's Bandstand

Bop

The Fly

The Mashed Potato

The Funky Chicken

The Penguin,

The Swim

The Monkey

Do the Freddie

The Locomotion

The Camel Walk

The Duck

The Hanky Panky

Hustle

Bump

Disco

The Hop

Hip-Hop

Break Dancing

Electric Slide

The Running Man

The Bogle

The Macarena

The Butterfly

The 3 of us went home with Janice and got on her computer. I called home to tell Celeste that we all made the cheerleading squad, and that I would have some lunch there, because we had some research to do. Using Janice's computer, we found about 3/4 of the dances, and some had pictures or little video clips of them. That night at dinner, I showed the list to my parents. This brought back fond memories for them. They got out some old LPs and demonstrated 10-12 of the dances, as I attempted to follow along. That was a BLAST!

The next day at practice, Coach explained that we were going to put together two 2 minute dance routines that we would perform, with music by the JV Marching Band, at the end of the 1st and 3rd quarters of each football game. We would also develop a longer dance routine to perform at halftime intermission. She had in mind that we would string together little 15 second to 30 second snippets of 4 or more dances during the 2+ minute timeout between quarters, and maybe a 4 minute routine at halftime. She showed us videos, mostly from TV shows, of about 1/3 of the dances. Most of the dances were done solo, but many required a partner. We went outdoors to try some of the dances, and practiced our other cheers, until practice was over at 11:30 AM. We learned that many different dances could be done to the beat of the same song. We repeated the process the next day, with Coach showing us videos or actually demonstrating the rest of the dances. On Thursday and Friday, we eliminated many dances, and began to put together little strings of dances, that seemed to go well together.

It all came together the 2nd week of practice. Our cheerleader Coach was married to one of the High School music teachers, who was also the Coach of the JV Marching and Pep Bands. We had a piano recording on tape, from him, in which he played a 30 second segment of the popular chorus of a song. He then did a 4 bar segue into another 30 second segment of the next song, and so on, like a medley. We had two 2 minute medleys of 4 songs, and a 4 minute medley of 8 songs. The band Coach had scored these medleys for the Marching Band and by the end of the week, the band was out on the practice field playing them. We had decided on which dances to do for each of our little dance shows. Our 1st show, at the end of the 1st quarter, would conclude with The Twist. Our halftime show ended with a great Can-Can dance. Finally, at the end of the 3rd quarter, we finished with a really swinging jitterbug. On Friday, Ashley, Lisa and I got our cheerleader uniforms. The red trimmed white short sleeved jerseys had a big red cardinal head on the front and our first names on the back in block letters. Our pleated mid-thigh skirts were red and white striped. We each got 2 red cotton bras, 2 pairs of red cotton panties and 2 pairs of red socks. The school would launder our jerseys and skirts, but we were responsible for the rest. Finally, we got a pair of white tennis shoes, with red trim, which we were responsible for.

During the 3rd week of practice, we got an actual tape recording of the Marching Band playing our 3 medleys. It was actually better practicing with a tape, because when we goofed, the tape could be stopped and restarted. We practiced in uniform and worked on coordinating the choreography for each dance. For the predominately individual dances, like The Mashed Potato and The Monkey, we each pretty much did our own thing, with general guidelines. We had a circle square dance in one of our shows, where we pranced around doing a 2 X 2 promenade left, while the girls alternately twirled. This was repeated as a promenade right, and finished with a couple do-ci-dos in the center of the circle. Our red and white striped pleated skirts were quite colorful and flew all over, when we twirled or shook our hips doing The Twist and Jitterbug. Coach decided to add a 4th dance show before the game. We used the same music as our halftime show, but substituted a few new dances. Cheerleader practice ended Friday, August 27th, and by then we had everything cold.

Discovered –

Janice had really been encouraging Lisa, Ashley and me to go to this upscale boutique in Hollywood, where she had gotten a couple really hot sexy skirts. On Wednesday afternoon, during the 2nd week of cheerleader practice, I got Celeste to take us there. Their clothes were gorgeous. They had a huge selection of tops, skirts, shorts, dresses, swimwear and accessories, plus shoes! God, about half of the shoes there were the brands that you'd give your 1st born child to own. They sold no lingerie. The colors, materials and design of their clothes outclassed Nordstrom's, but were not as pricey. I tried on a stunningly bold print patterned dress, with my 4" heels, which I brought along. I noticed that the length was not quite as short as my 8" skirts that I played with the guys in. That length was perfect for going to a party. It revealed enough of my legs, without worrying about my panties showing. There were skirts of all lengths, including 8", but I tried on a lovely 10" skirt, with a luscious cashmere sweater over it. The skirt, worn down on my hips, with the sweater worn out, was the same length on me, as the dress I had just tried on, and was the look I wanted, classy, but not slutty.

While trying on clothes, I had gotten into the habit of striking modeling poses in front of the mirrors, rather than whatever other people do to get a good look at themselves. While I was posing in the sweater/skirt outfit, a woman in her 40s came over to me. She introduced herself and said that she was the manager of the store and part owner of their clothing chain. They had 3 stores in the LA area; plus 3 in San Francisco, 1 in San Diego and 1 in Sacramento. She wondered if I did any modeling. I said, "Yes," and got my purse out of the dressing room, to give her the card for my modeling agency and show her my mini-portfolio, which I always carried with me. By then my Mom had come over and introduced herself. The manager explained that the chain was going to expand their website and feature clothes for teens. She wondered if I wouldn't mind her taking a few photos of me in their clothing. I said that I didn't mind, knowing that if I didn't sign a release, she could show them to others, but couldn't publish them. She took a few shots of me in the sweater/skirt outfit out in the aisle, away from the mirrors, and asked me to select a few dresses to try on, and complimented me on my fashion sense and taste in clothes. Meanwhile, Lisa and Ashley were like kids in a candy store. They each had about a dozen skirts to try on, and hadn't even gotten to the dresses.

I tried on 4 more dresses and 3 skirt/top outfits, while the manager came over, between customers, to photograph me. Lisa and Ashley were really excited for me, at the prospect of being a model for the store's clothing. I gave the manager 3 dresses, 2 skirts and 2 tops that I wanted to buy. I thought they would be great for dates and parties. Normally, you cannot try on bikini tops or bottoms, without wearing panties or scratchy paper liners underneath (you know pussy juices and all that). The manager asked me to pick 2 bikinis to try on. I asked, "You want me to try these on without anything on underneath?" She said that was all right and removed the store tags. I was photographed in them and they were very nice, but I thought I had enough swimsuits, until next spring. While I was changing back into my clothes, the manager brought out a beautiful shimmering silvery blue dress from the backroom. She said that it had just come in and asked me to try it on. It fit me perfectly, hugging my body down to my waist, and then gently fell over my hips, as the lower part flowed into a billowy flirty skirt around my legs. Lisa and Ashley each bought 2 dresses and 2 skirts, saying that they had enough tops to go with them already. Celeste bought a sleeveless slinky little black dress that went about mid-thigh. She wasn't 25 anymore, but had the body for this kind of dress. When I went to pay and pickup my packages, the store manager came to me and insisted that I accept the silvery blue dress, for letting me pose for her, and that I would hear from her in a week or so.

One week to the day, I came home from cheerleader practice, and Celeste told me that my modeling agency had called and I got the job! The shoot was the next Saturday. I called Lisa and Ashley with the good news. For the next 2 days at practice, the girls couldn't stop talking about it, and thought it would sweep through the school, when the expanded website came up. Celeste and I had to leave by 7:00 AM in order to make it to Hollywood by 8:00 AM, even on a Saturday. I thought the shoot would be at a photographer's studio, but their photographer had come down from SF the night before. Everything was setup when we arrived. They had converted one portion of the backroom into a white-room by putting down white sheets of plywood on the floor, against a white wall, and setting up the necessary lights. I wasn't the only girl there to model. A pretty redhead, Elizabeth, who was going to be a sophomore in Beverly Hills High School, came right after I got there. The manager had the clothes for each of us on a rack, along with beautiful shoes and some earrings, bracelets and necklaces for certain outfits. There was a stylist there to do our hair and makeup. Once we got rolling, everything went smoothly. I guess that I averaged 4 outfits an hour. It seemed that many times it took longer to change and get my hair and makeup touched up, than it did to take the photos.

I wore 8 different dresses, 10 skirt/top combinations, 6 shorts/top/tee outfits and 3 bikinis. The store manager sent out for sandwiches around noon, and when they arrived, we ate on the fly, discussing the remaining items yet to be modeled. We wrapped up around 3:00 PM. I got to take home the 3 bikinis that I modeled, 2 of which I tried on the week before, plus a skirt and sweater (not the cashmere one). I couldn't wait for the website to be finished.

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Brian, Rob, Eric, Brandon, Tyler and Dean had all tried out for the JV football team, and they all made it, although most of them were on the 3rd string. After their tryouts, the guys started right in with two-a-day practices Monday-Friday. They were always exhausted, sore and bruised. There were no guys to play with. The cheerleaders got together once a week, at somebody's house, and we included some of our girlfriends a couple times. We all tied each other up and had various contests. We would try to get each other to squirt, or see who could come the fastest, or who could hold out the longest. Everyone had many orgasms, and I only found the need to masturbate once or twice a week. Besides my shoot for the boutique, my parents had another big pool party the 1st Saturday in August, which I was required to attend. Otherwise, the girls would usually hang out at the mall on Saturdays. I left Sunday afternoons open and said that anyone could drop over and hang out or play. Only a handful did. When one or more of the guys showed up, we made sure they got a blowjob or two. Sometimes, we would tie a guy up, and 2 or more girls would tease his cock to the bursting point, before we finished him off.

Rough Tug #3 –

You may have noticed that I bypassed my 2 favorite guys, Brian and Eric, in my first 2 rough TUGs. I did this on purpose, because I wanted to come up with a really crazy wild TUG for them to play with me, AND I was going to change the rules for them. Part of my idea came from talking with Meagan, about her experiences with Brad and Digger. I spent hours and hours talking on the phone, with the girls and guys. Brian and Eric were always asking me when they could play one of my special TUGs that they had heard about. I still had only Tuesday and Friday afternoons free, when Celeste would be out. So, I told them that if they ever got a Tuesday or Friday afternoon off from football practice, and felt up to it, to let me know. It was Thursday of the 3rd week of cheerleader and football practice that Brian called me all excited. He said that the football coaches were all going off to a weekend football conference the next day, Friday, August 20, and they would have the afternoon free. I invited Brian and Eric over the next day at 1:00 PM. The next day at cheerleader practice, I told Lisa and Ashley that the guys were coming over to play with me, and I swore them to secrecy, when I told them about my change in our play rules.

The guys arrived a little after 1:00 PM, looking freshly showered and eager. I had everything ready. I was wearing an old sleeveless white blouse that buttoned up the front. It was tucked into a cotton print skirt that had a matching fabric belt. My bra and panties were, of course, black, and I wore sandals. Brian was quite familiar with the downstairs of our house. I told the guys that I would be hiding somewhere downstairs, and they would have to find and capture me. I left them in the great room of the guest apartment, with a note outlining the game I wanted to play. I walked out of the guest apartment, down the hall, around the corner, and down the other hall, past the office, and into the Hers bathroom. I calmly sat on the stool in front of the makeup mirror and paged through a magazine. I thought that I probably had 15-20 minutes for them to get ready and find me. When they burst through the bathroom door, I got up and tried to run for the nearest stall, but didn't make it. They were all over me and wrestled me down, so that I was sprawled on my knees. My wrists were tied behind my back and they got me up on my feet. They dragged me, struggling and kicking, out of the bathroom, out the nearby door to the pool and sat me on the end of a chaise. My ankles were tied together and my sandals removed. Brian grabbed my upper arms and Eric took hold of my ankles. They carried me to the edge of the pool and began to swing me. One,…..two,…..three, and they threw me into the pool, clothes and all!

KERPLOP! I hit the water and sank to the bottom, like a rock. My blouse and skirt were immediately plastered to my skin. I was buoyant enough to get my feet under me and stand up. When my head popped out of the water, it only came up to my shoulders. It all happened so fast. I shook my head, opened my eyes and took a gulp of air. Brian and Eric were on either side of me, holding me tight. As I took in my gulp of air, Brian's lips were on mine. While we kissed, I felt Eric working on undoing the belt of my skirt. When Brian broke the long kiss, I was left breathless, with my head spinning. I had enough presence of mind to suck in some air, because Brian bent me over and held me under. My head was held underwater several times, and everytime I was pulled out of the water, Brian's lips latched onto mine for another deep passionate kiss. Eric had finally undone my belt and zipper, and had pulled my clinging skirt down to my ankles. They traded places. When Eric held my head under, I opened my eyes to see that Brian had dived down to remove my skirt from around my ankles. After Eric's 1st scorching kiss, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me backwards, until my face was just a few inches below the surface. It took them only 2 backward dunks, before they had my blouse unbuttoned, the front clasp of my bra opened, and both blouse and bra were pushed down my arms to my bound wrists. I was bound hands and feet, basically wearing only my black nylon panties, and at the mercy of 2 guys holding me in the pool.

As Eric held my face below the surface of the pool, I opened my eyes and saw that my breasts were the only part of me sticking out of the water. Brian and Eric were on either side of me, alternately kissing me, but there was a lot more going on underwater. Their hands roamed all over my body. Despite the cooler temperature of the pool water, my body quivered whenever they touched me. My breasts got a thorough working over. My nipples were rolled and pinched into tight hard little buds. My stomach and legs seemed more sensitive to their touch. HOWEVER, what really drove me crazy were their fingers between my legs, probing, exploring, feeling and rubbing my pussy over my saturated panties. (Yes, this was my change in the rules, but there was more!) The cotton liner of my panties was useless, and I had no idea if my pussy juices were flowing into the pool. I'm certain that each of them got a good education on how the various parts of my pussy felt. Brian had what he thought was a great idea. He told me to take a deep breath. Then, he sealed his lips around mine, and bent me backwards, until both our heads were underwater. Our lips worked during the kiss, and bubbles often escaped and churned up around Brian's face. Air bubbled from our noses, as we naturally exhaled, but Brian only deepened the kiss and seemed to suck the air from my lungs. We may have kissed underwater for about 30 seconds, before Brian let me up. Of course, Eric had to try it, and after his 1st try, it turned into a contest. Each of them bent me backwards and took me underwater, for a kiss, two more times. If there was a winner, I would say it was Brian. He was able to perfect the seal between our lips and get his tongue in my mouth, despite the distraction of Eric playing with my pussy.

With their fun over, they dragged me to the side of the pool. Brian hopped up on the edge of the pool and stripped off his swim trunks. He sat on the edge of the pool, with his feet dangling in the water and his legs spread. I was under the false impression that a guy couldn't get an erection in the water, but Brian's cock was nearly rock hard and waiting for my mouth. Eric got me in position and held onto my bound wrists, while I sucked Brian off. The taste of the chlorinated pool water was minor and quickly dissipated in my saliva. After Brian came and I swallowed his cum, they dragged me out of the pool and got me on my knees. Some of my hair was plastered to my face and I felt like a drowned cat. I was kneeling on the pool deck, with my wrists still bound and my drenched blouse and bra dangling behind me. Eric stepped in front of me and pulled down his swim trunks. He grabbed my head and thrust his cock into my mouth. From his enthusiasm and vitality, it was fair to say that he fucked my mouth, while I attempted to keep up and suck him off. But, he eventually came and left a huge load of cum for me to swallow. Playing in the pool was a blast for me, and must have been as much fun for them.

Eric untied my ankles, got me onto my feet and escorted me over to a vinyl chaise lounge. He laid me down, flat on my back, and my legs dangled down either side of the leg rest. Brian came out of the house brandishing 2 vibrators. They hovered on either side of me, and I knew, that in my still wet black panties, my pussy parts were evident in the bright sunlight. The first assault came at high speed and went right to my clit. The buzzing vibrator made me moan and buck my hips, and I came in only a few minutes. Then, both of them were on me. Brian got on his knees and kissed me nonstop, while he used one of the vibrators on my breasts. Eric slowly and steadily teased me with the other vibrator. "Make me com again," I whimpered, "PLEASE!" But, he only brought me to the brink several times, before backing off. My moans only grew more desperate and whiney. "I need to come, I NEED TO COME NOW!" I groaned. Finally, Eric took pity on me and held the vibrator against my clit, until I arched my back and screamed. My whole body spasmed and trembled from head to toe, and the waves of pleasure flowed throughout my body. I was just beginning to catch my breath and come down, from the orgasm, when Brian said, "Let's see if she can take another one, without passing out!" He fired up my big penis vibe and began running it up and down my slit. I started to feebly protest, "OHHHH, NO, NO, I don't think I can take anymore." The sensations were so in tense that I tried to close my legs, but Eric came and grabbed my ankles and held my legs open. My moans were constant and my chest heaved. My head lolled from side to side and I began to feel light headed, when my 3rd orgasm overwhelmed my body and mind. I let out a pitiful groan and just convulsed there on the chaise lounge. I was totally satiated.

When I finally had recovered, they got me up, untied my wrists and peeled off my wet blouse and bra. Brian brought over 2 fluffy warm beach towels, and they slowly and sensually dried me off, including patting my wet hair between the towels. Next, they had fun rubbing sun block all over my body. I lay on my stomach on a chaise, with Brian and Eric on either side of me, in their own lounges, while we dried off in the sun. We talked for about 15 minutes, when I said that I needed a comb and had to do something with my wet clothes. I took my few clothes inside and got them started on a low water level in the washing machine. I came out with a comb and mirror and sat on my chaise and combed out my hair. I figured that about another 15 minutes in the sun and my hair would be dry enough for the next part of my rule change. I thought that it should be done privately. I meant to initially show them what to do and what I liked, when I masturbated, and then let them try and get me off. We talked for about another 15 minutes and I noticed that it was past 3:00 PM. I asked the guys when they had to leave. Brian said that it didn't matter, but Eric said that he should leave around 4:00 PM. I explained that I wanted to play privately with each of them and it might take up to an hour. I asked Brian if he wouldn't mind waiting. He could hang around the pool or go into the guest apartment and listen to music, watch a movie or TV. He said that was fine.

I took Eric up to my bedroom and locked the door. I explained what I wanted to do and he was raring to go. I lay on my back on my bed and had Eric lay beside me on his side. I took his right hand and placed his palm on my pubic mound. I bent his middle finger down to my slit. "You can feel that I'm not turned on and open yet," I said, "Now wiggle your finger from side to side and you'll feel me open up." "Everything is sensitive down there," I continued, "Now run one, and then 2 fingers slowly round and round my pussy lips." He did and I felt my juices begin to flow. "Now circle and zero in on my hole," I went on, "You can rub around it and over it." Finally, I said, "Move your middle finger up and find my clit." "I like it if you rub circles around it first, before you rub it directly." I finished by saying that your fingers aren't as fast as a vibrator and I need to makeout and be played with, before you start down there."  "Are you ready to give it a try?" Of course he was.

We started making out on the bed. After a lot of tongue action, Eric concentrated on my breasts. He felt me up good, teased and played with my nipples, until they were good and hard, and even licked and sucked them. He stroked my stomach and legs, and tentatively put his palm on my pubic mound. I think he was surprised at how open and wet I was. We stared into each other's eyes, while his fingers did their magic between my legs. Eric took his time and seemed to judge my responses from my moans and rate of breathing. I could feel an orgasm building as his finger circled my clit. When he started rubbing my clit, I moaned, "RUB HARDER AND FASTER!" It still wasn't quite enough to bring me over the edge. I gasped, "RUB FASTER AND KISS ME!" After a minute of that, I groaned into Eric's mouth and came. While I came down, Eric had a big grin on his face, but still looked a little bewildered that he had actually done it. I smiled at him and said that it was wonderful and we would have to do it again soon! I gave him a great blowjob in appreciation for what he had done. While Eric got dressed, I grabbed a fresh pair of panties out of the dresser and went into the bathroom to wash and change. I slipped on a robe and walked Eric to the front door, kissing him goodbye on the way out.

On the way back in, I got my clothes out of the washing machine and put them in the dryer. I took Brian into my bedroom and got on the bed. I had Brian lie next to me, on his side, and explained what I wanted him to do. After my hands on demonstration, Brian got to work on me. He did everything exactly to my liking, and I only had to encourage him once, to rub my clit faster, until I exploded with a huge orgasm. We got off the bed, and I pulled Brian's swim trunks down and gave him a long slow blowjob. We stood there just looking into each other's eyes, and I kissed him and thank him for the great time. I told him that I had so much fun that I'd like to do it again sometime soon. Brian replied, "How about now?" I didn't hesitate for an instant, and said, "SURE!" I thought of when I was out on the chaise earlier. When the buildup of sensations, from the vibrator got so intense, I tried to clench my knees together. "I want you to tie me up this time and make me come hard," I said. He tied my wrists behind me and helped me get in position on the bed on my back. I spread my legs for Brian to tie to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. Then, he got right to it. By the time he finished playing with me and got his fingers down to my pussy, I was really wet and open and horny. I expected Brian to tease my pussy, with his fingers, and he did. He knew from my moans and bucking and struggling that he was driving me crazy, but he persisted. I vowed not to beg, and only asked, "KISS ME!" After one hot kiss, Brian sucked on one of my nipples and rubbed my clit faster. I did come hard, and let go a scream of relief. "Please kiss me, while I come down," I managed to blurt out. He kissed me tenderly and slowly, until my body stopped shuddering. I didn't think it could get any better!

Brian untied my legs and I curled into a ball, until I had enjoyed every last spasm of that orgasm. While he untied my wrists, I said, "We are really going to be busy at school with classes and football and cheerleading, but I'd love to do that some more, when we can find the time." I decided to blurt it all out and continued, "After 1st semester is over, I promise that I'll let you get into my panties and finger fuck me, AND after I turn 16 next June, you better get a big box of condoms!" I guess I took him by surprise with all that, but when it soaked in, he had a silly grin on his face and said the polite thing, "Whenever you are ready, I'll be ready." While Brian dressed, I put on a bra, from the dresser, and slipped into a top and shorts, from the closet. We walked out the front door of the house, and were making out in the driveway, when my Mom drove in. I told Celeste all about getting finger fucked and how it felt, even though it was through my panties. When she asked me if I was going to go further soon, I answered that I was right on schedule. "I would let them get into my panties next semester, after I got accustomed to high school, and next summer, when I turned 16, I was going to burn through boxes of condoms!"

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I knew that Lisa and Ashley had hastily arranged a short session with Rob and Tyler that same Friday. When I called them that night, Ashley had a fabulous time with Rob, but Lisa said that Tyler couldn't get her to com, with his fingers, and had to resort to a vibrator to get her off. Knowing that she really liked Tyler more than any other guy, I offered to have Tyler and her over the following Sunday. I also invited Beth, Rhonda, Brandon and Eric, plus Rob for me.

On Sunday, I let Beth and Eric get started in one bedroom and Rhonda and Brandon use the other. While we waited, the other guys tied us up in the great room, stripped Lisa and me down to our bikini bottoms. After about 1/2 hour of that, Rob took me out by the pool, and we left Lisa and Tyler alone. Rob and I were making out on the double wide redwood chaise lounge, when his hand found its way between my legs. He knew exactly what to do, and soon his wonderful fingers made me come. Rob took me inside, and we found that Lisa and Tyler were already in the 2nd bedroom. The others had switched partners and were playing in the great room. Rob took me into my bedroom and got me on the bed. He really took his time with me. We made out, until neither one of us could catch our breaths, and then he played with my breasts and nipples, with his mouth and hands, for a long time. By then, I was writhing around and gyrating my hips, and moaning almost constantly. At last, Rob slid his hand between my legs, and went to work on my pussy, with his fingers. He slowly drove me to one huge tumultuous orgasm. Rob cock was so hard and pulsing, that when I sucked him off, he came rather quickly. I had him untie my wrists and said, "Let's see if I can't get you hard again." I played with his penis with my fingers, licked and sucked his balls, and pumped his shaft with my hand, until he was hard enough to take his cock in my mouth. I gave him a long slow wet blowjob. When he came, there wasn't much cum to swallow compared to the 1st one.

We left my bedroom and I retrieved my bikini top from the great room. Rob and I joined the others out by the pool. Lisa and Tyler were still in the 2nd bedroom. We all took a quick dip in the pool, and then sat around talking. We talked about school, football and Meagan's upcoming "end of the summer" party the following Saturday. When Lisa and Tyler came out, I could tell instantly that Lisa was upset, though Tyler had a big smile on his face. With a few raised eyebrows, tiny nods towards Eric and Brandon, and a few silent mouthed words, I already had determined that everything had gone well between the 4 of them. Beth and Rhonda had each casually slid their hands over their bikini bottoms and discretely raised 2 fingers. This told me that each of them had gotten off twice. The guys took another dip in the pool, most likely to compare notes and us. The girls did the same in a huddle of chaise lounges. Lisa was fuming. She said that Tyler wouldn't take the time to play with her and get her warmed up. Her pussy was sore from Tyler rubbing it and she still hadn't come, except with a vibrator. The girls and I had played with Lisa enough to know that she was a warm sexual girl, and we could easily get her to come, with our fingers. As her best friend, I offered to try Tyler at Meagan's upcoming party, and we left it there. After we talked some more and the guys had dried off, everyone went home.

We had cheerleader practice, as usual, on Monday of the week before school was to start. Our two 4 minute dance routines, and our two 2 minute ones, were nearly perfect. About halfway through practice, a man, carrying 2 cameras, walked onto the field and spoke with Coach. It was Nat Sullivan, the photographer from my modeling agency, who had photographed a number of my shoots. I waved to him and told the girls who he was. After talking to Coach for a few minutes, he walked up into the bleachers and sat down. We resumed our practice. With about a half hour to go, Coach stopped practice and announced, "Mr. Sullivan is the photographer for Christine's modeling agency and wants to take some photos of her in her cheerleader outfit." "Also, Mr. Sullivan has offered to take a few pictures of each of you!" "Now go make yourselves pretty, and HURRY!" As all the screaming giggling girls ran to the locker room, I looked over at Nat, and he used his hand to wipe across his forehead. I knew that meant to get rid of the perspiration on my face.

When we got into the locker room, I told the girls "Wash your faces with cold water and pat them dry." "Use just a little eye liner and mascara, plus some lipstick." "Fix your hair, if it needs it, and don't use any eye shadow outdoors in these outfits," After my face was clean and dry, I applied a thin line of eye liner, a couple flicks with the mascara brush and my lipstick. My hair was OK, but I combed out my ponytail. Finally, I stuffed my bra with some Kleenex and walked back to the football field. The day was perfect for shooting outdoors. The sun was out, but the smoggy haze was thick enough that there wouldn't be any shadows on my face. Nat was setup in the middle of the football field, and he had me stand on the 50 yard line, with the goal posts and the open practice field as a background. The bleachers would not have been a good background, because it was too busy and I would be lost in the pictures. As the girls straggled onto the field, I did a few cheerleader poses, with my pompoms; standing hands on hips, one arm raised, as if I was cheering the team on, jumping up and down, kicking my legs out and both arms raised and spread, as if we just scored a touchdown, etc. Then, he had me do The Twist for about 30 seconds. Next, Nat had me do the twirl step, which is part of our fight song cheer, except that I did 3 twirls to the left, followed by 3 twirls to the right, while he clicked away. Finally, I did the Can-Can dance. Normally, we do this dance holding on to each other's shoulders, but this time he had me do it holding my pompoms on my hips and kicking. He probably took 20-25 shots.

I was amazed at how patient Nat was with the other girls. He helped them pose for each shot. Several of the girls did dances or some kind of action cheer. Finally, Nat posed all 8 of us and Coach for a group shot. He said that he would send our best pictures to me in a week or two. After we had all showered, and while we were getting dressed, Janice announced that cheerleader initiations would be next Thursday. We were to wear a nice outfit, because we were going out to lunch, and plan on not getting home until late afternoon that day.

Cheerleader Initiations –

On Thursday, we were well into our practice session. We were working on some new dance routines, when the JV football team took a detour to the locker room. They jogged past us, whistling and cheering, and circled around us, before heading towards the locker room. We practiced for about another 1/2 hour, before Coach called and end to practice for the day. In our locker room, Janice told Lisa, Ashley and me to remove just our jerseys and skirts, and sit on a bench in front of our lockers. Janice left and the other girls tied our wrists behind our backs and blindfolded us. We sat there for several minutes, until Janice came back and said, "We're ready." We were taken out of our locker room, across the hall and into the JV locker room. We were led through a gauntlet of JV football players, up and down the rows of lockers to constant cheers and wolf whistles. My cheerleader issued bra and panties certainly covered more than any bikini I owned, but offered no protection against the quick gropes of my breasts and pinches to my ass. We were led out of their locker room, across the hall and back into our locker room, where we were forced to kneel down. Jackie announced, "For the 1st part of your initiation, we've brought you some prime cocks to suck."Now do a good job and don't embarrass us!"

I felt a cock press against my lips. When I licked the length of his shaft, I realized that it was bigger than any cock I had ever sucked, but not as long as my 7-1/2" penis vibe. At least, he had showered. I wondered if they had chosen the biggest cocks on the football team. As I sucked on his cock, I found that I could easily take it all down into my throat, and got a groan out of him. When he got close to coming, he was moaning on every thrust, and when he came, he let out a big sigh. While I was sucking the 2nd cock, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock as far as it would go into my throat, so that my lips were buried in his pubic hair. I didn't mind, but Jackie yelled at him, "Keep your hands off her head!" I gave him a big wet slurpy blowjob, and made encouraging moaning sounds. When he finally came, he dumped a pretty good load of cum into my mouth, which took 4 or 5 swallows to get down. Then it was over. I never found out whose cocks I sucked, and neither did Lisa or Ashley.

  

We were released and told that we did a good job and passed the 1st test. Everyone showered and got dressed in our nice clothes. I wore one of the dresses that I bought at the Hollywood boutique. The 8 of us got into 2 cars and headed out of town. We went past my house and headed west. We drove about 20 minutes into the next town and pulled into the parking lot of a quaint little restaurant. I remember eating there a few years ago, with my parents, but the décor had changed. There was a large round table waiting for us, with a real tablecloth. The lunch crowd had dwindled, but there were still some businessmen and women shoppers still dining. We were introduced to Jackie's Aunt, who was one of the restaurant's owners, and she gave Jackie a key. We had a delicious lunch with good girlie conversations, and may have gotten a little loud and giggly at times. After lunch, we were back in the cars again heading west. We were out in the country, with cropland all around and the houses were few and far between. After 5-10 minutes, the lead car pulled into a gravel drive and up to a small one story house. Jackie unlocked the front door and we all went inside.

Lisa, Ashley and I were ordered to get totally naked and put our clothes on the furniture in the living room. The other girls stripped too. We were taken through the kitchen and out the back door. I immediately noticed the big old eucalyptus tree, with a huge horizontal limb. Under the limb were 4 evenly spaced bare depressions in the lawn, where swings had hung in recent years. Our wrists were tied in front and we stood in one of the dirt depressions. A long rope for each of us was tossed over the limb and our arms were drawn overhead and tied. I took a moment to look around. There was a small backyard, which was adjacent to a huge garden, with rows and rows of vegetables and herbs. Beyond that was a double windrow of thick evergreens. There was no visible sign of a nearby house or anyone working in the fields east or west of the house. I noticed a fiberglass double sink washtub and table hanging on the back wall of the house. Two of the cheerleaders stretched a hose from the house to where the 3 of us were strung up under the tree limb. They started filling the dirt depressions that we were standing in. The warm dirt felt good between my toes, but soon turned to cold mud. They would tease us by slowly squirting cold water up our legs to our pussies. Soon Lisa, Ashley and I were standing ankle deep in cold mud. Janice paraded in front of us waving a menacing looking wooden paddle. It had a Cardinal painted on it and the name "Cardinal's Cheerleaders" carved or burned along its length. We had to listen to the legend and history of this famous paddle, knowing full well what was coming next.

WHACK! SMACK! POW! The 5 sophomore cheerleaders gave each of us 3 solid smacks on our buts. The blows were hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Just as the initial sting, of the paddle blows, was wearing off, Rachael noticed us and exclaimed, "LOOK, these girls are turned on!" "I'll bet they like to be spanked." I could feel that my pussy was wet, and our pussy juices were glistening in the sunlight. They all giggled and took turns spanking us, until our tender bottoms were good and red. About 5 minutes later, Janice came out of the house carrying a blender pitcher full of some white stuff. They gathered our hair up and poured this stuff into or hair and rubbed it in. It smelled horrible. I think it was a puree of onions, pickle juice, garlic and who knew what else. "Since you girls are standing out here in the sun," Janice said, "We have some sun block for you." Next, 3 of the girls knelt down and rubbed cold mud all over our legs, right up to our pussies. While this was going on, Janice and Jackie came out of the house each carrying a large bowl of a red and white substance. After the girls finished coating our legs with mud, they washed their hands. All 5 girls dipped their hands in the bowls and began rubbing it all over our bodies. The white stuff was mayonnaise and the red stuff was tomato paste. The symbolism of this was not lost on me. They were our school colors. When they finished, our bodies were coated red and white. The left side of my body, from my face, down my front and sides and back, to my pubic hairs, and over my hip and ass, was coated white. The right side of my body was similarly coated red.

As we hung there coated with slimy gunk, Jackie led a long interrogation session. We were asked intimate questions about our sexual activities, including; what we did and didn't do, when and what we thought we would sexually do next, when we would go all the way, details of the TUGs we played and with whom, and who our boyfriends were. It seemed unusual to them, when all 3 of us answered Brian, Rob, Eric, Brandon and Tyler. But, Janice backed us up. Finally, Jackie delivered a speech about school loyalty and loyalty to our fellow cheerleaders. We were all "sisters" and we had to stick up for each other. Two of the other cheerleaders were going steady, and the others told us who their boyfriends were. We were told emphatically to stay clear of their boyfriends, and they would do like wise. Finally, if we had any trouble or problems with "ANYONE," we were to come to them and they would see that it was taken care of. I didn't know exactly what that meant, and I was not the type of person that got into confrontations.

With that over, the hose was hooked up to the spigot of the wash tub and a nozzle screwed onto the end. Bottles of liquid dishwashing soap were squirted all over our bodies, into our hair and rubbed over our faces. They washed our hair first. Then, we were told to close our eyes and they use a fine spray to wash off our faces. Finally, we were sprayed and blasted with warm water, top to bottom. Finally, at the end, we lifted our feet out of the mud and straddled the mud pits, standing in the grass, so that our ankles and feet could be washed. After we had stopped dripping, Lisa and Ashley were released and taken into the house. I hung there alone for about 10 minutes, when Jackie came out of the house and said, "I'm going to finish the rest of your initiation out here, but 1st we have to get you really turned on."

She started playing with my breasts and my nipples hardened right up for her. After rolling, pinching and pulling on my nipples, her hand moved between my legs. "My, you're wet already," she said, "This will be easy." She slipped a finger inside me and began finger fucking me slowly. She easily got 2 fingers inside me, and then got 3 fingers to go in up to her 2nd knuckle. "Let's see if I can find your g-spot," Jackie said. She did.. Jackie explored my vagina with 2 fingers for several minutes and then zeroed in on my g-spot. I came quickly, after a few good rubs, and I swayed and shuddered, while the orgasm passed through me. "Nice squirt," Jackie said. From a covered plate on the tray beside the wash tub, Jackie retrieved a large vibrator. It was as fat as my 7-1/2" penis vibe, but not quite as long. She turned it on high and eased it into my love hole. She teased and fucked me with it slowly, until I was panting and moaning constantly. Then she fucked me fast and hard, and use the fingers of her other hand to rub my clit. I was nearly out of control and screamed, when I came. She shoved the vibrator all the way inside me and left me hanging there, shaking and coming, while she went back to the wash tub.

Jackie came back holding something behind her back. I managed to blurt out, "OH GOD, I'm going to come again!" She just stood there and watched me. I clenched my legs together and was again standing in the wet mud. I jerked on the ropes holding my wrists tied above me to the tree limb. I rubbed my legs together and rocked back and forth, until the orgasm finally overwhelmed me. After all that work, I was both exhilarated and a bit exhausted. All I could do was limply hang there, until my legs stopped quivering, and I could take my feet out of the gooey dirt and stand straddling the mud pit. Jackie came over and removed the vibrator. Then, she produced this monstrous smooth pink plastic dildo. I had never seen anything so big. It looked like it was a foot long, and I knew it was meant to go inside me. Jackie gave me a close look at it, and indeed it was a foot long, because there were markings on the shaft every inch, from 6"-12". Also, it was 2" in diameter! "We're going to find out how big a cock you can take," Jackie said, "Aren't you curious, Christine?" I had never thought about it before, and Jackie was already nudging the monster into my love hole. It didn't hurt at all, and after a few pushes, it slid inside me. Jackie steadily worked it deeper, and I had never felt so full. "We're only at 6", Christine, how does it feel?" Jackie asked. I nodded my head. She began to slowly pump it in and out, working it ever deeper into me. "We're at 8" now, Christine," Jackie asked, "How are you doing?" I kept holding my breath, but nodded my head, signaling OK. "Now I'm going to push it in very slowly," Jackie said, "Tell me when you feel it hit something."

With one hand around my back, holding me steady, Jackie slowly pushed the monster dildo deeper and deeper, millimeter by millimeter. The anticipation was building inside me, and I was gasping and holding my breath. "STOP!" I yelled. It hit something, but didn't hurt. "About 8-3/4"," Jackie said. She pulled it out a little and left me standing there, with this humungous dildo sticking out of my pussy, saying, "It's at 8"." "Enjoy it for awhile, while I go inside and check on the others." It really felt good inside me, and I fantasized about one day finding a guy with a cock that big. Maybe 10 minutes later, Jackie came out and said they were ready for the dildo. She pulled it out of me, released my wrists, sprayed off my muddy feet and took me inside. She took me through the kitchen and into a bedroom, where a naked Ashley was tied spread-eagle on the bed. She was getting her pussy fucked with a vibrator, and I don't think she even noticed me. In the bathroom, Jackie told me to take a nice long shower. I did. I washed my hair twice, and then washed every inch of my body twice. My makeup was there on the bathroom counter, and when I had put myself back together, I came out into the bedroom.

Ashley was sitting on the bed, waiting to use the bathroom. She had showered before they tied her to the bed, but still needed to freshen up. Out in the living room, I found my clothes where I left them and got dressed. When everyone was dressed and assembled in the living room, we talked some about the initiation. All in all, it was a lot of fun. Janice announced that Ashley took the dildo 8-1/2", I took it 8-3/4", and Lisa took it 9". The other girls said they had tried the dildo previously and had taken it between 8-1/2" and 9". We proclaimed ourselves normal. We left for home and I was dropped off at my front door. I thought back on the day, and concluded that for my 1st real initiation, it wasn't at all bad and I really did have a good time bonding with the girls. If I had refused to participate, I couldn't be kicked off the cheerleading team, but I would be a real social outcast in high school, and certainly didn't want that.

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Meagan's End of the Summer Pool Party –

After cheerleader practice and lunch on Friday, I went over to Meagan's house. She wanted me to bring my duffle bag of ropes and gags/blindfolds, and help her setup for her party the next day. Her home was a large rambling one story house, with 2 wings. While I had been there many times, I had never been in the 2nd wing, because it was closed off. They had a ballroom. Can you believe that? The large room had about a 12' ceiling, a series of evenly spaced columns, along the 2 longest walls and set about 8' out from the wall, and there wasn't a piece of furniture in the whole room! Because of all the problems between Meagan's parents and her therapy, I wasn't going to ask about it. At roughly the center of one wall, there was a double doorway that led out to a hallway. Along the hallway were 6 bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, and separate men's and women's bathrooms. Meagan had stuck a Post-It note on each bedroom door, numbering them from #1-#6. All this and only 3 people lived in that big house!

We went through each bedroom and left 2 pieces of rope and 1 gag/blindfold on each bed. Back in the ballroom, there were a number of banquet tables leaning against one wall. These were rectangular tables, about 8' long, that had a heavy pair of legs at each end that you folded down and locked in position. We set up 4 tables at one end of the ballroom. Meagan said that everyone could change in any of the bedrooms or bathrooms and leave their clothes on the tables. We setup another table along the wall opposite the hallway and behind the columns. We laid the rest of my ropes and blindfold/gags on that table. Finally, we set up a table at the other end of the ballroom, next to the double doors going outside. I learned that Digger was going to be the DJ for dancing and he would setup there. Outside the double doors was a large patio, with 2 steps down to the pool deck. There was a large gas grill and a few pieces of padded wrought iron furniture. We setup 3 tables on the patio and placed folding metal chairs around each table, for eating, and 2 more tables to put the food on. I figured that the tables and chairs were rented and wondered if our dinner would be catered.

Meagan brought out a big chart on a piece of construction paper. Across the top, there were columns numbered for each bedroom. This was Brad's idea. Down the left side of the chart were times in 1/2 hour increments, from 4:00 PM – 5:30 PM and 8:00 – 9:30 PM. The idea was that any girl could sign up for up to 3 half hour times in any room, and bring the guy of her choice. This sounded fine except that about 1/3 of the time slots had already been filled in. These were girl's names that I didn't recognize and were all in the same handwriting. I suspected that Brad had filled them in. While Meagan gestured and explained her plans for the party, I quickly wrote my name in 4 time slots from 8:00 PM – 9:30 PM. The plan was that after everyone had arrived and changed into their swimwear, we would play a couple games in the ballroom and then go out to the pool. Meagan's parents were going to serve dinner, and her father would start grilling hamburgers, hot dogs and chicken about 5:00 PM. The dancing would start at 7:00 PM and at 10:30 PM Meagan had a big surprise for us. Besides our group of girls and guys, there would be an equal number of girls and guys coming from Brad's Catholic Jr. High, who would be going into high school with us. So, there would be over 30 kids there.

On my way home I realized that we probably wouldn't be playing any large group TUGS and wondered if 1/2 hour, alone in a room with a guy, was enough time. When I returned home, Celeste informed me the manager of the Hollywood boutique had called and THE NEW WEBSITE WAS UP! I couldn't wait to get online and see what it looked like. Right there on the home page of the website was a big picture of me in one of the outfits that I had modeled. Actually, the home page had a list of links down the left side to various categories of Women's clothes and Teen wear. But the right 2/3 at the top of the homepage had a picture of me and a blond girl posing, with a big link reading – "CLICK HERE FOR NEW TEEN WEAR." When I clicked on that link, a 2nd page opened with smaller pictures of 6 different models, including me, and each had a link to different categories of Teen Wear. My picture led to Dresses. I furiously went through the entire teen section of the website. I found 24 different pictures of myself modeling different outfits, including the 3 bikinis, and each had a page of its own, which also pictured other accessories and shoes that would go with the outfit and in some cases additional colors the garment was available in. Available sizes were listed, as well as online ordering information, or someone could pickup an outfit in any of their stores. I couldn't wait to tell EVERYONE! I sent out emails to all my girlfriends and boyfriends, and to the cheerleaders. Then, I started calling, Lisa and Ashley first, and then the others. If I wasn't talking on the phone, it would ring as soon as I hung up. Lisa and Ashley and several of the girls thought I would become famous. I had to eat on the run, and didn't get off the phone until after 1:00 AM, and was answering emails as I talked on the phone.

I turned off my phone and slept in Saturday morning. Lisa, Ashley and I got a ride to Meagan's party after lunch. We went a little early, because we would change into our bikinis and position ourselves in the ballroom, to direct people to where they could change and where to leave their clothes. Meagan and Brad were going to greet people at the front door and send them back to us. We recognized 4 girls from cheerleader tryouts in early August, and I think at least 3 of their guys were on the JV football team. A few of the girls from the Catholic Jr. High were really dressed up, with their hair up and lots of lipstick, mascara, eye liner and eye shadow. One girl came in a dress that looked very familiar to me, and I asked her where she got it. It turned out that she got it at the Hollywood boutique. I told her that my bikini came from there, and that I was a model for the store. I mentioned the new updated website, with a special teen wear section. I told Lisa and Ashley about the room signups, and that I was going to take Tyler at 8:00 PM and Brandon at 9:00 PM. They went down to the DJ's table and signed up for some rooms. We told our girls, as they arrived, about the rooms and made sure they had a chance to get some slots. When Tyler and Brandon came, I told each of them the times I had arranged for us to play privately.

After everyone had arrived and changed, Meagan gathered us down at the end of the ballroom, where the DJ was to setup. As yet, there was no sign of Digger and none of us had actually ever met him. First, she introduced Lisa, Ashley and me, as their new Cardinal cheerleaders, which made the Catholic guys check us out more thoroughly, and even some of their girls. Meagan said that most of you already know this, but Christine is a featured model at the Hollywood boutique chain of stores, and told them the website address and to be sure and checkout their new teen wear. Finally, Meagan said that we were going to play a little get acquainted game that Lisa, Ashley and Christine first played in Ashley's backyard more than 2 years ago. "I'm going to draw the names of 2 of our girls and 2 girls from Catholic," Meagan went on, You guys can use the equipment from the table over there, and tie and blindfold the girls to one of the columns." "Each of you guys can take up to 5 minutes to play with the girls, BUT KEEP YOUR HANDS ABOVE THEIR WAISTS. I said an unladylike SHIT to myself, because I ALWAYS seem to be the chosen guinea pig. Meagan went on, "After you guys have had your turns, I will draw the names of 2 of our guys and 2 Catholic guys, and each of you will get a blowjob from one of the girls." However, Carole, Samantha, Lisa and Beth's names were drawn.

The guys eagerly grabbed the 4 girls and soon had them tied and blindfolded to the columns. They jostled for position and formed informal lines in front of the 4 girls. Meagan and Brad stood by as timekeepers and to keep an eye on the guy's hands. While the rest of the girls stood back and watched, the guys cheered and clapped at the moves each guy made, as they made out with the 4 bound girls. Often, I heard one or more of the guys shout out "feel her up." I was mostly watching Lisa and Beth, who seemed to be having a great time, when a tall guy came up to me and said, "Hi." I hadn't really noticed him, when he came in. He was a good 3" taller than me, with wavy medium long sandy brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes and a great smile. He simply said, "I'm Ryan" and we fell into an easy going conversation. We drifted away from the others, as we talked a little about our former schools, music, sports, etc. I thought he might play basketball, but was pleasantly surprised to learn that he was a baseball pitcher. I told him a little about my baseball experience and that I expected to play 2nd base on the girl's team next spring. I liked it that Ryan looked me right in the eye, when we talked, and he certainly was confident and mature, not at all shy with girls. It dawned on me that he was not participating in playing with the tied girls, and asked him about it, Ryan said that he preferred tall brunettes!

Well, dummy Christine, I said to myself, I didn't have to be hit on the head to know that he was seriously hitting on me. I coyly asked, "what about Samantha over there?" He said that he had gone steady with Samantha for awhile last spring, but he broke it off, because she expected too much from him during baseball season. I learned that his Catholic Jr. High played in a small Catholic baseball league. We moved further away from the others, and I shifted into my teasing flirty mode. I started asking him about his experience with tying up girls. He said that he played a lot of games, and tied up numerous girls, mostly while playing Truth or Dare. I told him some about our games and that we often played outdoors in my woods. By then, we were across the ballroom, by a column, and no one had seemed to notice us. I backed up to one of the columns and clasped my hands behind my back, asking, "What would you do if I were one of the girls tied up like this?" Ryan didn't hesitate. He put his hands on my waist and gave me several sweet tender kisses on the lips. They were nice, and I liked his lips. Soon, we were making out and probing each other's mouths, with our tongues. His breath was fresh and I liked the taste of him. His hands freely roamed over my bare upper body, over my hips and down my thighs. Then, he stopped. While I caught my breath, he looked me in the eye and glanced down. I looked down to see his hands poised over my breasts. I nodded my head, yes.

I hadn't heard Meagan call out the names of the guys who would get blowjobs. She must have silently tapped them, because the 4 girls tied to the columns, across the room, were down on their knees preparing to suck someone's cock. With his big hands, Ryan tenderly cupped my breasts. He began squeezing and kneading them, as we resumed kissing. His thumbs found my nipples, and rubbed them until they were hard peaks, while I moaned into his mouth. I was getting pretty hot and horny by now, but knew that I wouldn't go down on him there. I let go of my hands, behind the column, and wrapped my arms around Ryan's neck for a few more deep long kisses. I finally broke it off, saying, "We should get back. We strolled over and joined the others across the room. The girls were being released, after they finished, and I saw that it was Tyler and Neal who got BJs. Meagan announced, "Everybody in the pool."

The girls all hustled out and gathered in the shallow end of the pool. We started jabbering, often with several conversations going on at once, while we tossed around 3 beach balls. Our guys were tossing a football in chest high water, while a number of the Catholic guys did cannonballs off the diving board. It didn't take them long to notice 3 of their Catholic girls, who had on all the makeup, huddled back from the edge of the pool. They descended on them and bodily threw them in the pool. They jumped in after them and took off the 3 girl's bikini tops. A game of bikini tops keep-away broke out around us. Soon, a couple more bikini tops were added to the melee. Ryan came up behind me and told me to hop onto his shoulders. We would challenge the others to a kind of King of the Mountain game. Other girls jumped on the shoulders of the nearest guy, and the girls yelled out, "NO HAIR PULLING." Ryan told me to lock my ankles around his waist and he held them tight with one hand, while his other hand was free to grab and push. We charged into the group, mowing them down right and left. Other girls got on the shoulders of the strongest guys. Ryan and I were still doing OK, until we faced little Jill and Kelley on Brian and Eric's shoulders. They came at us from each side. I couldn't fight off both girls and Ryan couldn't push either of them over. Kelley grabbed one of my arms and Jill the other. They charged forward and Ryan and I were toppled over backwards into the water.

By then, it was nearing 4:00 PM and the first couples were leaving the pool to dry off and head for a room to play. I found myself in chest deep water with Brian and Eric. We began to flirt and fool around. We would splash each other and they ganged up on me and dunked me a few times. Some of the guys had resumed tossing a football over our heads, and the remaining girls were in the shallow end half heartedly trying to get their bikini tops back and tossing the beach balls around. I motioned for Brian and Eric to follow me, and I swam to the pool ladder at the far corner of the pool. I stood on the bottom step of the ladder, facing the 2 guys, and grabbed the rail of the ladder over my head. The water was up to my neck. They got the idea and each grabbed a ladder rail and took turns making out with me. I hadn't noticed Lisa swimming behind us, but she joined me on the ladder. We each had one foot on the bottom step of the ladder and held onto one of the rails over our heads. Eric had me and Brian had Lisa pinned against the pool ladder.

The guys began making out with us, and it wasn't long before our bikini tops were taken off and tossed up on the pool deck. All anyone could see was our making out, but a hood deal more went on underwater. Sometimes Eric held onto the pool ladder with one hand, and used the other to play with me. He could keep himself afloat by using 2 hands to hang onto my boobs, and ducked his head under the surface of the water to suck and nibble on my nipples. Between kisses, Lisa asked, "Do you guys think you can get us off underwater?" I was pretty turned on from the kissing and playing with my breasts. My pussy, being underwater, was obviously wet, but I couldn't tell if my pussy juices were flowing. Eric and Brian quickly picked up on Lisa's challenge. They resumed making out with us, while one of their hands was busy between our legs. When Eric ran his fingers through and around my labia lips, they didn't seem as sensitive as when I was lying on a bed. I began to feel an orgasm build, when Eric rubbed the entrance to my love hole and shoved his finger in as far as my bikini fabric would allow. Then, Lisa let go a deep guttural moan and came next to me. I heard her tell Brian to keep going, but Eric had zeroed in on my clit, while shoving his tongue down my throat, and I became lost in the sensations of an impending orgasm of my own. When my orgasm consumed me, I gave out a loud groan and shook all over. My leg on the pool ladder step buckled, and it was all I could do to hang onto the pool ladder rail. As I was coming down, Lisa gave a loud moaning scream that I was sure everyone in the pool heard, and came with her 2nd orgasm.

We climbed out of the pool and headed for the stack of towels. There was a huge pile of towels, each stenciled with the name of a linen company. We dried off and Lisa and I put our bikini tops back on, and the 4 of us found chairs in the shade. We sat down, without applying sun block, to finish drying off and talk. It was a tremendous experience, and we thanked the guys. I had no idea that I could come underwater. Maybe I could try my vibrator in the bathtub? Meagan's parents started carrying food out to the nearby patio. I had a light lunch and was really hungry. Meagan's father started grilling chicken. Brian and Eric left to join our other guys. Lisa and I talked for awhile longer. She went over her recent experiences with Tyler, and wanted a full report on how I did with him at 8:00 PM. It was nearly 5:30 PM, and I noticed some of the Catholic girls lining up for food. We got in line and loaded up our plates.

Lisa and I sat down at a table with 5 of the Catholic girls. Two of the girls had tried out for cheerleaders, and they asked us about how we liked it. I described our new dance routines, but the 2 girls said they were going to continue on with ballet. The conversation turned to TUGs. Lisa and I learned that the Catholic girls were tied up and played with topless, and went no further, but did give blowjobs. Lisa told them about our games, and explained how the guys got us off using our vibrators, and more recently by rubbing our pussies, with their fingers, over our panties. They all seemed excited about the prospects of having this done to them. I asked if they had noticed Lisa and me over on the pool ladder, with Brian and Eric. One had, but thought we were just making out. I told them that we each had orgasms underwater, and they were amazed. Then the conversation turned to my modeling. I gave them a brief description of my modeling experience and how I was "discovered" by the Holly wood boutique. Several of the girls asked if I had autographed pictures. I always got a few 8" X 10" photos, from my shoots, but didn't know if I could get more or how much they might cost. I saw the light bulb go off in Lisa's expression. She asked, "If "we" can get personally autographed 8" X 10" color photos of this "famous" model, would you girls pay $5.00 apiece for them?" They all said, yes. Samantha said that she'd like an autograph photo of me in the bikini I was wearing, and thought she would buy one in a different color. Lisa seemed to have memorized the website, and told Samantha the 3 different colors my bikini was available in. Some of the guys had congregated around our table and all said they'd pay for an autographed photo of me in a bikini.

We gave up our table to the guys, and Lisa and I went in to freshen up. In the ballroom, we ran into the elusive Digger, who was setting up his equipment for the dance. I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Digger was a skinny little guy, not particularly cute. He wore an abstract hand painted t-shirt, cargo pants, shades and a baseball cap worn backwards on his head. I didn't understand what Meagan saw in him, but I would never judge or say anything. He had 2 turntables setup on the table and was setting ut a few strobe lights. We went into the bathroom of bedroom #1. I asked Lisa what is all this "we" stuff and selling autographed pictures of me? She said, "if we could get copies of your pictures and you autograph them, I'll promote and market them, and we can split the profits!" A deal was made, although I was still skeptical. We freshened up and put on a little lipstick. We went back out to the pool area. Everyone was finishing up their meals. Soon, we heard music drifting out from the ballroom. The dance had begun. Ryan came up to me and led me into the ballroom. We danced 2 dances together, and I spun off to find another guy waiting to dance with me. Over the next hour, I danced with at least 10 different guys. As 8:00 PM drew near, I found Tyler, had one dance with him, and we headed off to bedroom #3.

As soon as I got on the bed, Tyler was all over me. We kissed maybe 3 times, before his hand was between my legs, trying to rub my pussy. "STOP," I said, "Slow down, I'm not nearly turned on yet." I reminded him of all the times we played and the amount of time he spent on me, before making me come with a vibrator. I took his hand and demonstrated how I liked my pussy played with, and said, "You can play with me down there, AFTER you play with me everywhere else and get me turned on." "Let's try it again." Well, Tyler did kiss me a little longer, and he took a couple minutes to caress my legs, before his fingers found my pussy, and he went right for my clit. "STOP," I yelled in frustration, "You're not taking the time to get me turned on, AND THAT HURTS!" In each of his tries, Tyler hadn't spent more than 5 minutes playing with me, AND HE NEVER REMOVED MY BIKINI TOP OR TOUCHED MY BREASTS! Tyler replied, "The sooner you come, the sooner you can giv me a blowjob. That did it for me. If he couldn't take the time to get me turned on, and was only selfishly thinking of his own pleasure, I wasn't going to play anymore! Tyler and I left the bedroom and headed back to the ballroom. He looked somewhat chastened.

I immediately noticed that all the Catholic girls had their wrists tied behind their backs, while dancing. The 3 heavily made up girls were tied to columns. It was only 8:20 PM. I didn't see Lisa, who must have been off in one of the bedrooms. I saw Ryan down by the DJ table talking with Digger. I asked Ryan if he would like to tie me up and pickup where we left off. While Ryan went to fetch a rope, from the equipment table, I asked Digger to play a slow song next. Ryan returned and tied my wrists behind my back. The slow song started, and Ryan took me into his arms. He drew me close and we danced and swayed to the music. I asked him what was with the 3 girls tied to the columns. He replied that they were being punished, because they didn't want to be tied up. When the song ended, I asked Ryan if he would like to continue this in one of the bedrooms. He smiled and said, "Yes." I had bedroom #4 booked for a half hour, and said, "Follow me."

Before we got on the bed, Ryan asked if he could remove my bikini top. "Of course," I replied. We made out almost constantly, but it was Ryan's large soft hands that drove me crazy. He spent a lot of time squeezing and kneading my breasts, rubbing and kissing and nibbling on my nipples, which left me whimpering. He softly caressed the rest of my body. I spread my legs a little and moaned when Ryan stroked my inner thighs. Every so often, he ran a finger over my slit. When I caught my breath, I asked him if he had ever played with a girl down there before. He said that he hadn't, but would like to try. I didn't object. Ryan placed his fingers between my legs, felt around a bit and oriented himself as to where all my good parts were. When he tantalizingly ran his fingers around my pussy lips, I started moaning and bucking my hips. Ryan's middle finger found my love hole, and my bikini bottom fabric allowed him to push his finger inside me, up to his first knuckle. By now, I was groaning and breathing heavily. He found my clit, but teased me by running his finger slowly all around my swollen precious nub, which nearly drove me to beg. Finally, he just slowly and steadily rubbed my clit, until I screamed and came with a body shattering orgasm. I shook all over and curled up in a ball on my side, just enjoying those wonderful sensations that pulsed through me. Ryan seemed concerned and asked me if I was OK. I smiled at him and nodded my head, yes. I said, "That was terrific!" He untied my wrists and caressed my hair and face, while I came down. "That's just how I am, when I have a big orgasm," I said. He gave me a few sweet kisses, and someone knocked on the door.

Our 1/2 hour session was over. I quickly put my top on, and we turned the room over to Kelley and Dean. That was the first time I had ever let a new guy tie me up and rub my pussy to orgasm on the same day, but I really liked Ryan a lot. I got my clothes and purse off the clothes table and found Brandon. I said that we had a whole hour in room #6, and can have a lot of fun. I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I washed my pussy and fixed my hair. From my purse, I took out one of my sexiest pairs of panties and put them on. Brandon's eyes opened wide and he smiled, when he saw me. I asked if he wanted to tie me up. He said that he was going to tie me up tight and make me beg to come. I couldn't have expected anything less from Brandon and was excited to begin. I already noticed the growing bulge in his swimsuit. He tied my wrists behind my back, and then tied my elbows, until they came within a few inches of touching. He teased my nipples and played with my breasts, from behind me, before blindfolding me. I was helped down on my knees and knew Brandon was going to start with a blowjob. This would be my first one of the day. I sucked him good and hard, but he must have been really turned on, because he shot his wad in my mouth rather quickly. Brandon got me on my feet, but before he laid me out on the bed, he made out with me and played with my breasts and nipples some more. I already felt like I needed to come. I was on my back, and he tied my ankles spread to the corner posts of the bed.

When Brandon said that he was going to make me beg, before he let me come, he really meant it. After kissing, feeling, stroking and caressing me, he moved his right hand to my little panties. I'm certain that he played with my pussy for at least 15 minutes, because he teased me to the threshold 3 different times, before letting me come. Believe me. I was so desperate and nearly delirious that I did beg, several times, and had what I would call a mind blowing orgasm. While I recovered, Brandon took off his swimsuit and straddled one of my spread legs, facing me. He helped me bend at the waist and sit up. You know what was waiting for me, when I sat fully upright. Brandon's hard cock was pressing against my lips, insisting on getting into my mouth. My wrists and elbows were tied behind my back, and Brandon held my head, so you know I had no control over that blowjob. He told me to lick him several times, but otherwise he just fucked my mouth at his own pace. Near the end, he grunted on every thrust, and shoved his cock all the way into my throat. He gave one last big groan and buried his dick all the way in and spewed his load. After swallowing his cum and licking him clean, I laid back on the bed and asked Brandon how much time we had left. "About 10 minutes," was his answer. Well, no one had the room after us, and I figured it wouldn't matter if we ran over a little, because Meagan's surprise wasn't until 10:30 PM. I asked Brandon if he would go in my purse and get my vibrator. "I want a fast hard orgasm," I said.

Brandon revved up my vibrator to high and started in on my pussy. After only a few minutes, I pleaded, "HURRY, please hurry, I'm ready to come!" A few more minutes on my clit, and I shrieked out a loud whimper of satisfaction, as I went over the brink into continuous orgasm. Brandon untied my legs and I rolled onto my stomach, so that he could untie my elbows and wrists, while I continued to enjoy the lingering spasms of my orgasm. Brandon had left his clothes in the ballroom, so he left to get dressed. I raced to clean myself up, put on another fresh pair of panties and threw on the rest of my clothes. When I entered the ballroom, I think just about everybody was there, and some people were still dancing. I found Lisa and gave her a brief account of my time with Tyler, but we were interrupted by Meagan.

The music stopped and Meagan announced that it was time for the "SKINNY DIP!" "Everybody strip naked and get in the pool," she yelled. Lisa and I just looked at each other in bewilderment, but the Catholic kids all cheered and ran for the pool. We followed the crowd out of the ballroom. I found an empty chair and quickly stripped off my shoes, top, skirt, bra and panties, and jumped into the center of the pool. I found myself in a group of girls, with Lisa and Ashley, plus 5 of the Catholic girls. Most of the naked guys showed their stuff and did a cannonball off the diving board. We started talking and it came out that the Catholic girls had skinny dipped several times before, at parties. Five of the Catholic guys snuck up behind us. Before we knew what was going on, Lisa, Ashley and I had our wrists handcuffed behind our backs, with plastic toy handcuffs. The other girls just giggled. One at a time, the guys felt us up, tweaked our nipples, gave us a big wet sloppy kiss and yanked on our pubic hair. When they finished, we were released and they went off to find other victims. The girls told us that those guys did it all of the time, but if they had told us, it would have spoiled the fun. I felt a pair of hands cup my breasts, from behind.  I whirled around and found Brian, Rob and Eric behind us. We got in our own little huddle and started making out. I had switched from Eric to Brian, when Meagan yelled, "IT"S TIME FOR THE BLOWJOB CONTEST!"

Meagan had us form 2 long ovals, across the center of the pool, with the girls on the inside and the boys around us, with the water coming up somewhere between our waists and our chests. "The girls will walk around counterclockwise and the guys clockwise," she said, "When I yell stop, the guy you are standing in front of will be the guy you will give an underwater blowjob to."  Meagan went on, "1st place wins $25.00, 2nd place wins $15.00 and 3rd place gets $5.00, BUT you have to come up with some cum in your mouth and spit it out, to prove that you have succeeded." "IS EVERYBODY READY?" "Start walking." As I began to walk around the inner oval, my mind was whirling. Could this really be done? Had the Catholic girls done this before? How would I go about getting a guy off underwater? I decided that it would mostly have to be a handjob, with some underwater sucking, if possible. When Meagan yelled STOP, I was standing in front of Damon, one of the 5 pranksters and a member of our JV football team. Meagan shouted out, "READY, SET, GO!"

First, I grabbed his shaft, which was surprisingly starting to get stiff. I bent partially down, but my head was not in the water, and I rubbed the head of his cock all over my hard nipples, as I pumped his shaft. Next, I simply moved closer to him and rubbed the head of his penis through my naked pussy slit 5 or 6 times. BOING! This hardened him up in a hurry!  I took a deep breath and went under. Obviously, there was no licking to get him lubricated. While pumping the lower half of his shaft with my fingers, I captured his cock in my mouth, while trying to maintain a good seal with my lips. I found that I could move a few inches up and down his cock, without losing too much air and exhaling through my nose, while letting my tongue rub the underside of his penis's head. I did this 4 or 5 times, and decided to try taking him all the way in my mouth. I took a deep breath, went under and sealed my lips around his shaft, let go with my hand and took him all the way in my mouth. As long as I maintained a good seal, with my lips, I could let my throat massage the head of his cock. I was slowing down and getting tired, but when I came up the 3rd time, Damon moaned, "I'm gonna shoot my load!" With one huge last gulp of air, I, again, went under and had him deep in my mouth. I felt him come first, but a few seconds later, I heard his groan through the water, as I collected his cum in my mouth. When he finished, I surfaced, shook the water away, and with clenched teeth, yelled, "DONE!"

A couple minutes later Carole came up and spit out the cum she had collected, and 2 or 3 minutes later Beth took 3rd place. When the other girls realized that the game was over, some quit, but others kept going. The girls exited the pool, and the guys climbed out of the deep end. We stood in a group, with our backs to the guys, while we dried off and got dressed. My hair was a wreck, so I got it as dry as I could and put it up in a ponytail. That would have to do. Everyone was saying goodbye and thanking Meagan, Brad and Digger, as we drifted towards the front door, to catch our rides home. When I got home, I briefly called Ashley, and found out that she had 4 orgasms and gave 3 blowjobs. That was her measure of a successful party. I did call Lisa and gave her the vivid details of my time with Tyler and the great time I had with Ryan. I sorta dumped the whole Tyler thing in Lisa's lap, and let her do whatever she wanted. I thought that I would just silently dump Tyler, meaning that I'd still be friendly with him, but not get in a situation where he had an opportunity to get his hands near my pussy. I knew that was a copout. It was 1:00 AM before I went to bed.

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My Mom woke me up at 10:00 AM the next morning. I swam laps in the pool, to unwind and think about Meagan's party and Ryan. I showered and dressed for our formal Sunday dinner, which was less than 2 hours away and I had no breakfast. While sipping on some orange juice, Celeste handed me 2 packages that had been delivered the previous afternoon. One came in the mail from my modeling agency, and the other one came via FedEx from SF and the Hollywood boutique's photographer. They were the pictures! I opened and spread them out all over the living room. I received two 8" X 10" color photos of all 24 pictures of me on the website. My modeling agency photographer sent me two 8" X 10" color photos of 12 pictures from my little shoot with the cheerleaders. In addition, there were 3 photos of each cheerleader and 10 photos of our group cheerleader photo, with Coach. Along with the other cheerleader photos were a stack of order forms, which the girls could use to reorder additional photos. I went to our office and got some large envelopes. I put the cheerleader's photos in separate envelopes, labeled the envelopes and included a group photo and order form. I stuck 2 group photos and an order form for Coach in another envelope, and would deliver them to everyone at school. I took one set of my website photos and 1 set of my cheerleader photos up to my room, for my collection.

At Sunday dinner, I told my parents that kids had already offered to pay $5.00 for an autographed photo of me. I mentioned that it was mostly Lisa's idea and that we had made a deal to split the profits, IF we could get additional photos to sell. Both Nels and Celeste were excited for me and the prospects of making a little extra money, from my modeling. The big question was still IF I could get more photos, and at what cost. I asked my Dad if he would contact both places, on my behalf, to see what, if anything could be arranged with both places on Monday. After dinner was finished and the table cleared and the dishes done, we spread all 36 photos out on the dining room table. I called Lisa and told her to get her butt over here fast, because the pictures were here. While my parents and I were studying the pictures, Lisa must have run the 1-1/2 blocks to our house. Lisa and I quickly decided that we wanted more copies of the 3 shots of me in a bikini, from the website. It took a little more time to settle on 2 additional cheerleader pictures of me. We finally settled on one shot of me doing the Can-can, with a high kick, and one where I was doing the twirl move. In each photo, there was a glimpse of my red cheerleader's panties. This was not at all unusual. In all the jumping up and down, while cheering, plus our various dance moves, someone watching would frequently get a quick view of all the cheerleader's panties. We gave Nels the 5 number coded photos, and he said that he would see what he could do on Monday morning.

Before Lisa left, I showed her the rest of the cheerleader's pictures, including her own, and we thought they turned out very well and looked quite professional. I wouldn't give Lisa her own pictures. I had decided not to take them on the first day of school, but would bring them on Tuesday.

The first day of high school was tomorrow!

CONTINUED –

Author's note – I know it is a bit of a hassle to sign in on the BDSMLibrary website just to leave a comment or a little feedback. Many people have emailed me, and I enjoy hearing from you. Special thanks to Tappy, Wendy, Carole, Donna, Emily and Joanne for your kind thoughts and words.

Please email me with any feedback, comments or questions. I'd love to hear from those of you who have had similar experiences or played these types of games. Sorry, but I'm not looking to hookup, chat, play virtual sex games online or exchange pictures. I welcome corresponding with women, of any age, with similar experiences. I'm 27 now.

Thanks,

Christine

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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Next Part – Christine gets laid and MORE!

My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 8 – Sex and Incest

At the end of Part 7, I said that I was ready to get laid and ready to be tied up and screwed. However, a pretty big deal was made around my 16th birthday and my first time having sex was delayed over a week. My Grandpa Edmond flew in from Florida. Quoting traditions and telling stories of the Old Country, he and my parents told me how, at age 16, I was considered a woman. And, as a woman, I could take on more responsibilities and be more independent. My Dad offered me an opportunity to work for the Foundation part time from home and learn about the business. I excitedly accepted the chance of learning more about the business world.

Lisa, Meagan, Beth and Rhonda held a joint Sweet 16 party for Ashley and me, at Lisa's house, starting at 5:00 PM. We played silly games, confessed some secrets, and told our fantasies. Ashley and I were stripped, tied up, spanked, played with and fucked with vibrators and fingers. Lisa's mom, Anne, prepared a nice dinner for us. Around 8:30, when it was time for birthday cakes and candles, Ashley and I were surprised when Ryan, Brian, Rob, Eric, Brandon and Brad showed up for dessert. Ashley and I had our own cakes with 16 candles. Everyone sang Happy Birthday. Ashley and I made our wishes and blew out the candles. After everyone had some cake, we all squeezed into Ryan's limo and went to his house. There, Ashley and I were again stripped and thoroughly spanked. I was taken to Ryan's bedroom and tied spread eagle on his bed. One by one, all the guys, except Brad, came in and played with me and finger fucked me. It started with Brian. For weeks, he and I had been good naturedly teasing and kidding each other about when I was going to go all the way with him. No one had ever called me a cock tease. I flirted ONLY with my boyfriends and put out plenty for all of them, when we played our TUGs. I was ready and willing to go the Home Run route with all of them. I was helpless and Brian knew it. He had 2 fingers in my pussy and was teasing me mercilessly. I was nearly delirious, but before Brian would let me come, I made a date to sleep with Brian. Before the night was over, I had made dates with all 5 of my boyfriends to get laid! I reminded each of them to be sure and bring a box of condoms. All the girls had their share of orgasms that night, and they took care of the guys with blowjobs.

On the morning of my 16th birthday, Celeste took me to the local DMV office to take my driver's test. I had all the necessary certification and had to take the eye test again. I took the driving test, using Celeste's car, and easily passed. My photo was taken and I would get my new license in the mail. However, I had a temporary license and a new sense of independence. That afternoon, Nels took me to the high school. We renewed my modeling work permit and got a 2nd work permit for no more than 20 hours per week working from home for the family Foundation. When we returned home, Nels took me into the home office and showed me how to use the computer, which was linked to the main computer, at the Foundation's downtown LA office. He showed me what I would be doing and how to do it, but assured me that he would work with me the first few times.

We all dressed up that night and Grandpa Edmond drove us in our limo, to an exclusive restaurant, for my birthday dinner. Grandpa Edmond ordered a bottle of white wine for Celeste, and a bottle of red for Nels and himself. He emptied my water glass into a nearby planter and filled my water glass up with white wine. After a delicious lobster tail with drawn butter, it was time for my birthday presents. Grandpa Edmond handed me 2 envelopes. The first contained a printed certificate, from the Foundation, stating that the Foundation would pay for a full four year scholarship to the college of my choice. The 2nd envelope contained a letter certifying that I was the beneficiary of a trust fund, which I could collect when I attained the age of 35. After 2 glasses of wine I was overwhelmed with emotion and nearly speechless, but was able to profusely thank my Grandfather. Next, my father told me that he was getting me a car. This was not to be a new car, but a gently owned reliable used car that I could have for my own personal use. He also said that I was the beneficiary of a trust fund, which I could collect when I reached age 25. Finally, my Mom gave me a jewelry case containing a fine gold jewelry set of necklace, earrings and bracelet. She also told me that I was the beneficiary of a small trust fund, which I could also collect when I turned 25. She also told me that the rest of my 16th birthday present would come later that summer. I was astounded, but thanked them all many times. OK, I was a trust fund brat, but I wouldn't get a penny for 9 years, unlike some of the characters you may have seen on some TV shows today who seem to have $millions at age 18.

The next day everyone went to the Foundation's downtown offices. I had the feeling that Celeste had some interest or ownership in the Foundation, because everyone there treated her with as much deference as my Dad and Grandfather. I got the grand tour and learned how grant applications were processed and handled, after they got past the initial application process, which is what I was to work on. While we were there, someone took my picture and laminated an official Foundation photo ID card for me, showing the downtown office and our home office as my place of employment. After lunch downtown, we all went to a lawyer's office. My parents and Grandpa Edmond executed the trust agreements, before 2 witnesses and a notary, but I didn't get to read any of them. I did have to sign letters acknowledging the existence of the 3 trusts. This was more procedural, and the lawyers wanted examples of my full signature.

The next day the men and I set off to look for a car for me. You might think this would be a traumatic emotional experience for a 16 year old girl, but it wasn't. I knew that I wasn't getting a flashy sports car. I wanted a 4 door sedan, because I envisioned driving my friends around a lot. Of course Nels knew the owner's of the major car dealerships. We went to a Ford dealership first, but the sales manager told us that he didn't have much of anything to look at in what we wanted, but I did test drive a little 2 door. We went to a large GMC dealership next, where they carried the entire General Motors line of new cars, plus had used cars of many makes. OK, here's the bottom line. I got a 2 year old dark blue 1998 Buick LeSabre. I confess I chose the Blue LeSabre over a red Oldsmobile, because it was the color of my eyes, but my Buick was spotless in and out and had just over 17,000 miles. While the sales manager showed me how everything in the car worked and where the things to check were located, the men went inside to do the deal. The Foundation leased the car and made the payments, along with paying my insurance. I had to pay for gas, oil and maintenance. It was Saturday and the DMV was closed, so the dealership couldn't get the plates and complete the registration until Monday morning, my 1st day of summer school.

On the first day of summer school, Celeste drove me to school and picked me up. Later that afternoon we went to the Buick dealership and I picked up my shiny new car. I had 8 weeks of summer school in the Swing Band class, which met for 2 hours each morning. It often ran over 15-30 minutes, because we were doing so well and having so much fun. I neglected to mention that when school started in the fall, our Swing Band class would meet last period everyday. Every 2 or 3 weeks, we would give a concert, last period, to people from the area, who would be bused in from nursing homes, retirement homes and our War veterans, from local VA facilities. I couldn't think of a more worthwhile thing to do. Our Swing Band had about 20 musicians and they were made up of mostly juniors and seniors. They were really good and liked the chance to perform, anytime, anywhere. It was comprised of mostly brass and woodwind instruments, for that big band sound, and drums, bass, piano (the teacher), and 2 guys doubled up and played guitar on some songs. The musicians were great. Most all of them could read and perfectly play, from sight, any sheet music score the first time. Ryan, Daniel and I had to use the sheet music for at least a week on every song, until we memorized our parts and when to come in on a song. There were instrumentals, where we didn't sing at all; otherwise our trio usually sang the vocal parts in the middle of a song. For songs after the big band era, our trio sang the entire song. By the end of summer school, we had a repertoire of 40-50 songs.

Before I get to the sexual stuff, I want to tell you a little about my new job with the Family Foundation, because it became very important in my life, and I am currently working in an administrative position for the Foundation today. I promise that I'll get there, including a surprise luncheon that changed my life forever! I was basically a data entry person, but with much more responsibility. For the first few times, Nels and I worked together for 2-3 hours per evening. When an application came in for funding or a grant, I had to enter the basic information into the computer and assign the application an account number. My Dad taught me what to look for and how to spot a red flag item that would ultimately lead to the application's denial. There were form letters in the computer that I could bring up, fill in and print. If an application was incomplete, I would reply with a letter informing the applicant that the application was being held up, until the missing material was provided. Some of the red flag items that my Dad taught me to look out for were someone who was being evasive, vague or insincere on an application. They would get a letter asking for more detailed information, before their application could be processed. When everything was in order on an application, I simply sent out an acknowledgement letter, along with their assigned account number, and that their application would move forward. Foundations get a lot of grant applications from kooks and quacks. By the end of the summer, I could smell these guys out and reject their applications outright.

After the first week, I was pretty much on my own and simply left my completed work in the home office for my father's quick perusal and approval. My hours were my own. I could work in the morning, afternoon or evening, and averaged about 15 hours a week, earning some extra spending money. I think the most interesting applications that I saw were from inventors. The vast majority came from quacks, who had ideas for better mousetraps or other nonsense, and were rejected outright. However, occasionally someone had an idea for a new product that had merit. The Foundation had an expert analyst, who could determine if those products had the potential of selling a million units. The inventors would need the funding to make their homemade devices into production ready working products, and to market them. As part of an approved grant, The Foundation was taking a gamble and took a percentage of the pie. Foundations don't just endlessly give money away, until they are broke. The inventions that we ultimately funded were mostly of the type that you might find on HSN or QVC or had 1/2 hour infomercials during the hours where cheap commercial TV time could be bought. I got a job title and business cards. I was the "New Accounts Manager," and signed my letters that way.

My First Time –

Who do you think I slept with first? Actually, Ashley got the jump on me. That Friday I spent at the Foundation office and lawyer's office, Ashley slept with Rob. Ashley had her license, but didn't have a car. She could use the family car when it was free. I was the only one with a license and a car, among my close friends. Brian and Rob could easily walk to my house. Now that we were sophomores "to be," no one could be caught dead riding a bicycle. Eric, Brandon and Ryan lived too far to walk to my house. I had carte blanche use of the guest apartment bedroom, from Celeste, who would rather I play and have sex in the safety of my home rather than in the backseat of a car or at a fleabag motel. Lastly, it was impossible to do it at Brian's, Rob's or Eric's homes, but I did wind up going to Brandon's and Ryan's homes to get laid the first time.

My first was Brian, of course. He had been the first to makeout and feel me up, when I was first tested and tied to a tree at Ashley's house. It was Tuesday, June 5, 2000, and I picked Brian up at his house at 1:00 PM. I wore a blouse and front closure bra. I wore no panties under my skirt. Brian knew what was going to happen and seemed a little nervous. I drove to Collins Park and pulled around back, where everyone parked after football games and parties. I wasn't nervous about getting laid, but didn't know if any maintenance people might come around. I ignored my Mom's admonishment, and had decided that I wanted to christen the back seat of my car. I parked the car. There wasn't a car or person in sight. We were secluded and surrounded by the woods. Brian and I climbed into my backseat and started making out.

After about 15 minutes, my blouse was unbuttoned and my bra opened. I didn't take them all the way off, but just pushed them back on my shoulders. My excitement and anticipation grew as Brian squeezed my breasts and kissed and sucked my nipples. I re-positioned myself to lie on my back across the back seat. Brian knelt between my legs. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and revealed my little surprise, my bare glistening pussy. He positioned my left leg up over the back seat and my right leg spread, with my foot on the floor. Brian used his fingers to play with my bare pussy, until I was good and wet and moaning and bucking. After a bit of backseat acrobatics, he got his jeans and boxers down below his knees and rolled a condom on his hard stiff cock. I was ready and he was ready. He leaned over me, and I helped him guide his cock into my waiting love hole. He went in easily, and after a few tentative thrusts, buried his cock inside me. It felt wonderful having a live hard throbbing cock inside me. Brian started thrusting at a steady fast non-stop pace. I moaned and gasped and bucked my hips, trying to keep pace with him. An orgasm was just beginning to build deep within me, when Brian came with a loud groan of triumph. He pulled out and left me unfulfilled and wanting, but that was what I expected might happen the first time. I didn't even attempt to fake an orgasm.

As we put ourselves back together and got dressed, I told Brian that we weren’t finished and were going back to my place. It somehow dawned on him, during the short ride back to my house, that I hadn't come. I told him that we were going to practice some more, until we could both get off. When we got back to my house, I led Brian into the guest apartment and into my bedroom. There, we began making out and slowly taking each other's clothes off. When we were naked, I had Brian lie on his back in the center of the bed, and place a couple of condom packets next to his pillow. I crawled on top of Brian, on my hands and knees, and leaned down and started making out with him. I kissed him hard and long, caressing the top of his tongue with mine, and letting him suck my tongue. I kissed him all over his face, ears and neck, working my way south. Before resuming my hot wet trail, I let Brian lick and suck on my dangling nipples for a few moments. I nibbled on his taut little nipples, before continuing my hot wet kisses down to his flagpole. It was only at about half-mast, so I licked his balls and his growing shaft. I briefly took him in my mouth and gave him a good suck. While all this was going on, Brian was constantly caressing my body wherever he could reach, and grabbed my tits and nipples whenever he could.

I was straddling him again on all fours, bending my head down to give him slow soft passionate kisses, while his free hands squeezed and played with my breasts and nipples. For a few moments, I captured his now hard cock in my slit. I teased him by rubbing my wet pussy up and down his shaft. Abruptly, I got myself up on my knees, grabbed and opened a condom and rolled it down his cock. You all remember sex ed class, where they showed us how to put a condom on a banana?  I straddle Brian and eased myself down on his straight hard cock. It slipped inside me so easily. Slowly and steadily I eased myself down, until Brian's cock was all the way inside me. OH GOD! I was completely impaled on his beautiful dick. I felt wonderful and full. I tightened my pussy muscles and felt Brian's cock twitch in response. I wiggled around and felt his pubic hairs tickle my clit. I started moving up and down, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. My fingers, from both hands, played with my nipples and clit. I was riding that cock towards orgasm and it was coming fast. Brian bucked his hips under me and matched me thrust for thrust. Just as my orgasm hit me, I felt Brian's cock stiffen inside me and he stopped bucking. I'm not sure which of us groaned the loudest, but I collapsed onto Brian's chest. As my orgasm ravaged my body, with those wonderful tingling spasms of pleasure, I also felt Brian's cock, deep inside me, twitching and spewing out his hot load of semen.

When I could speak, I whispered, "Don't move a muscle!" "We're not done yet." I slowly wiggled my hips around and began kissing him. As our kisses grew hotter and longer, I felt a stirring in Brian's cock. I wiggled harder and began to rock up and down on his shaft. After a few more minutes, Brian's cock was rock hard. I said, "Flip me over and fuck my brains out!" He did. GOD, I didn't realize how turned on I was. Brian fucked me slowly at first, and I shrieked and came. I gasped out, "Don't stop (as if he could), FASTER, FASTER!" Brian plastered me to the bed and shoved his cock all the way in. He fucked me fast and hard, until we both exploded with colossal orgasms. As I gulped in air, Brian stayed on top of me, until our orgasms subsided. When he finally rolled off, we held each other and cuddled for about 10 minutes, without either of us saying a word. We took turns using the bathroom and came back to bed and cuddled and talked for another 20 minutes or so. It was great. I hadn't imagined that sex could have been so wonderful, and so much fun! I had thought a lot about experimenting with having sex in various positions and locations, remembering all the different ways I had previously been tied up during the many TUGs I had played. When I broached the subject, Brian was all for it. I thought about it for a few minutes and then took Brian out to the great room.

I played a CD of slow dance music. We didn't really dance. Instead, we just sort of swayed naked, toe to toe, kissing and caressing each other's bodies. My breasts and nipples were really taut and sensitive, and I responded with deep moans, while Brian played with them. Eventually, we wrapped our arms around each other and fell into a swaying kissing clench. Brian's cock hardened and grew and pressed into my belly. I reached down and slipped his cock between my legs, and we continued to sway and makeout. I was hot and wet, and Brian was as hard as he could be. I said, "Put on a condom and screw me from behind!" I positioned myself bent over the back of a nearby upholstered chair, spread my legs and waited for Brian to enter me.

He grabbed my hips and slid his cock slowly inside me. After his recent orgasms, Brian would have more staying power this time. I figured that I was in for a good long fucking and wasn't disappointed. At first, Brian moved in and out of my pussy at an agonizingly slow pace, often pausing with just the head of his cock inside me. Next, he drove into me at a moderate pace, but just as we were getting into a rhythm and I started to moan, he stopped and pulled out. He was teasing me, but I think he was testing his own endurance. Eventually he tired of his toying with me and got down to business. He plunged into me as far as he could, holding and pulling my hips on every thrust. My orgasm started to build, but I could still think clearly, and clasped my hands behind my back, to see how it might feel getting fucked while tied up. Faster and deeper Brian went. The sound, of his hips slamming into my ass, was as loud as my moans and gasps. My orgasm was fast approaching, but Brian still pounded my pussy faster, as he strived for his own release. I braced my legs and strained against my clasped wrists, as my orgasm crashed through me. Maybe 2 or 3 thrusts later, Brian joined me in his own orgasmic bliss. He collapsed onto my back and held me around the waist, while his cock continued to squirt and jerk inside me.

Brian used the bathroom first, and I remembered to tell him not to flush the condoms. After I used the bathroom, we got dressed. Brian was inn great spirits and decided to walk home. I kissed him goodbye at my front door and promised that we'd do it again soon. When I shut the door, I ran into my Mother. She knew we had done it. She knew that I was Hell bent on getting laid after my 16th birthday, and there had been no time for this, during the previous days. We talked about it for awhile. I told her about what we did and how it felt. She was happy that it was such a wonderful experience for me, and reminded me to always use condoms and never flush them.

Over the following 2 weeks, I had sex with Ryan, Eric, Brandon and Rob. Each of them had their own unique way of screwing me, but ALL of them took plenty of time getting me turned on and prepared, before entering me. We all tried different positions besides the old missionary one. I was screwed on the floor, on a sofa and on the coffee table. Ryan backed me up against a wall. My back partially held me up, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his hips. Ryan supported me with his hands cupping my ass, while I humped up and down on his rod. I knelt on my bed, with my ass sticking up and my head buried in a pillow, and Eric knelt on my bed and fucked me from behind. Finally, I knelt bent over my bed, a chair and the coffee table, while one of the guys screwed me from behind. My favorite positions were getting it doggie style and with me on top.

Tied Up and Screwed –

During the last 2 weeks of June, and before the July 4 Holiday, I again had sex sessions with all 5 guys, despite having to squeeze my period in there. Each time, I would have sex with them, first without ropes. Then, I would get into some sexy play clothes and let each of them tie me up, play with me, strip me and eventually screw me one or more times. Being tied up, helpless and struggling, while getting screwed, made me hotter and hornier, and my orgasms came easier and were more intense. I WAS ADDICTED!

Lisa's 16th birthday wasn't until the end of July, and Meagan's was in the fall, but both girls were on the pill and having sex by this time. Beth and Rhonda didn't start having sex until the middle of August. After July 4, Lisa, Ashley, Meagan and I began to have 2 on 2 sex sessions. During one of those, with Meagan, her boyfriend Brad had sex with me for the first time. In our 2 on 2 sessions, the 2 guys would tie the 2 girls up naked. They would make us do silly things, spank us and tease or torment our breasts or pussies, before screwing us. Then, the guys would switch and screw the other girl. It happened on Friday, July 14, in the afternoon. I had picked up Eric and Brandon for a 2 on 2 at my house. Ashley was going to walk over and join us. 1:30 PM had passed and there was no sign of Ashley, who was always very punctual. We waited another 10 minutes, and still no Ashley. I asked Eric to walk down my driveway, to the road, to see if Ashley was coming, while I called her. I called her cell phone and had to leave a message. I called their house and there was no answer. I found out later that Ashley had left a message for me on my cell phone, but I had left it up in my room. Her father had gotten dizzy at work and collapsed. He was taken by ambulance to the hospital, and by the end of the day it was determined to be a blood pressure problem, but he was OK. When Eric reported back that he didn't see Ashley, I said, "Well it looks like it's just the 3 of us." "Can you guys come up with something to do with me for a few hours?"

Well, they tied my wrists, elbows, ankles and knees. For good measure, they blindfolded and gagged me and left me sprawled on the floor, presumably to decide what to do with me. When they returned, they got me on my feet and removed my gag and blindfold. I was kissed, felt up and played with, while they stripped me. When I was totally naked, my wrists were tied crossed behind me, up between my shoulder blades. I was bent over and rubber bands were snapped onto my breasts. Eric used 1, and then 2 fingers, to get my pussy wet and ready. Brandon had my vibrator and turned it up to high. After he shoved it all the way into my love tunnel, Eric quickly tied a crotch rope on me, to hold the vibe firmly in place and torment my clit. They told me to run and Eric gave me a smart smack on my ass. I began to run and they chased me all around the great room, smacking my ass whenever they could. You try running in a crotch rope, with a vibrator buzzing in your pussy on high. I had mixed feelings. The spanking and the chafing of the crotch rope were somewhat painful, but nonetheless stimulating. However, the buzzing vibrator in my pussy was driving me wild. I tried to stop and dodge the blows, but one of them would always come around behind me and resume smacking my ass. My swollen pink tit globes bounced on my chest, as I ran, and further turned me on. Eventually, I couldn't run anymore and collapsed into Eric's chest.

Eric squeezed my sensitive globular tits and pinched my nipples. He kissed me deeply several times and abruptly stopped. I was spun around, smacked on my ass and told to run to Brandon, who was standing about 20' away. He chased me, spanking my butt, until I ran into Brandon's arms. Brandon groped my breasts and pinched my nipples, before plunging his tongue in my mouth and kissing me thoroughly. The buzzing vibrator and vibrating crotch rope were taking their toll on my pussy. I wasn't sure how much more of this torment I could take. I was chased back to Eric, for more of the same, and an orgasm was quickly building in my pussy. What would happen if I came while running between the guys? There was no way I could stop or delay my inevitable orgasm. How long would they keep this up? Back to Brandon I ran for the 2nd time. I was whimpering and panting. Just after Brandon finished playing with my swollen orbs and captured my mouth with his, I shuddered and came. Brandon held me, until my orgasm subsided, and then proclaimed, "She's ready!"

My crotch rope was untied and the vibrator extracted from my pussy. They pushed me down onto my knees and Brandon's cock waved in front of my face. I licked it and got his semi-rigid member good and wet. Brandon shoved it in my mouth and I began to suck. As I bobbed up and down and sucked, his cock grew in my mouth. Pretty soon, he was as hard as he would get. Brandon pulled out and rolled a condom on his turgid dick, while Eric ordered me to crawl over to a nearby upholstered chair. I was kneeling in front of the chair, and Eric made me bend over at the waist, so that my face and upper body were on the chair's cushion. He told me to spread my knees and stick out my ass. No sooner had I done this, when Brandon shoved his now rock hard cock inside me. He paused for a moment to lightly rub his cool hands over my hot rosy red ass cheeks. Then, he started pumping. At first, he went slow, but soon grabbed my hips and rammed his cock in and out, faster and faster. With each thrust, my mashed nipples on my reddened tits rubbed against the tweedy upholstery fabric. I think our moans and grunts encouraged and drove each of us to a nearly simultaneous climax. As I enjoyed the first tremors of my orgasm, I felt Brian's cock jerk as he expelled his cum, and I could feel the hot sticky cream filling the tip of his condom.

Eric made me crawl on my knees, with my wrists still tied up between my shoulder blades, several feet from the chair. He simply shoved his cock in my mouth. As his cock grew harder, I thought this would be a repeat of what Brandon did. His cock in my mouth generated enough saliva so that I could slurp and suck and bob up and down on him. I thought he would pull out any second, but he cupped my face and shoved his cock into my throat. After several plunges all the way into my throat, Eric moved his hands to hold the back of my head, and held his penis deep in my throat. He massaged the head of his dick against the lining of my throat. Then, he fucked my mouth until he came. He pulled out before I even had the chance to lick him off, and left me with a mouthful of cum to swallow. I'm not sure how Eric did it, but while Brandon had me crawl back to the upholstered chair and assume my bent over position, Eric wiped his cock off, with a paper towel, rolled on a condom and was still hard enough to get his cock in my pussy. Eric bent over my back and found my squashed nipples with his fingers.  As he gently rolled my nipples, he slowly moved his penis around inside me. I felt his shaft growing and hardening. When Eric was ready, he knelt upright and gave me the longest hardest fucking that I had ever received. I was still amazed that he was able to keep it up, and the mouth fucking had turned me on so much that I came about halfway through it. He slowed for a little bit, while I shook from my orgasm, and then resumed his torrid onslaught on my pussy. When Eric finally came, it also made me come again. It was so hot and intense that I thought I would never come down. I shook and moaned for so long that I think Eric was worried that he hurt me.

Eventually, I knelt upright and smiled at both of them saying, "What's next?" They untied my wrists and took the rubber bands off my tits. I actually felt very little pain while they were on, but OWWWWW, they really hurt when the blood started rushing back into them. I was given several minutes to rub my arms and massage my breasts. I got to my feet and was led over to the marble island countertop. My wrists were tied crossed behind my back. Eric grabbed me under my armpits, picked me up and plopped my butt on the cool marble. They laid me out in the center of the slab. Eric said to Brandon, "You tease her pussy with her vibrator and play with her titties, while I give her a PINK BELLY!" I knew what they were, but had never had one or seen one. Brandon started teasing my pussy, with my vibrator on low, and Eric started slapping my tummy with his fingers. It really doesn't hurt much, but it's a cumulative thing. Brandon moved up to play with my breasts and nipples, but he left the vibrator buzzing in my pussy. Eric continued beating on my stomach, like a drum, to his own rhythm. My emotions were mixed. They kept me in a constant state of arousal while inflicting some of that delicious pain that I loved so much. They switched positions and continued. The whole ordeal must have lasted 15-20 minutes. My tummy was a bright reddish pink. It burned and tingled, but my pussy tingled more.

They got me down from the countertop and bent me over the back of one of the sofas. This time they gave me a thorough spanking with each of them smacking one of my ass cheeks. I wish they had gagged me, because I moaned and whimpered through it all. They didn't stop until they were satisfied that my butt was bright red and burning. Then, each of them screwed me from behind, doggie style. My head was spinning and my twat tingled, from 2 wonderful orgasms, when they finished with me.

However, there was no rest for me. They were going to have a little more fun with me at my expense. They had me kneel down in the center of the great room floor. Eric retrieved my still wet vibrator. Although it was turned off, they made me suck it and give it a proper long blowjob. It lasted about 15 minutes and the vibrator was shoved into my throat many times. My clothes, from when we began this TUG, were still scattered all over the floor. They left the vibrator sticking out of my mouth with me still sucking it. They told me to crawl around the room on my knees and pickup my clothes, one at a time, and bring each garment to one of them using only the protruding end of the vibrator. About 4" of my 7-1/2" vibrator was in my mouth, leaving me a little more than 3" to snag a piece of clothing. With my wrists tied behind my back, I had to bend way over and push a piece of clothing around until I could catch a seam on the end of the vibrator. I would then kneel upright and crawl to one of the guys to deliver it. The other twist was that whenever I delivered one of my pieces of clothes, Brandon or Eric would take the vibe out of my mouth, turn it on, run it in and out of my pussy a few times and then replace it in my mouth. I was quite familiar with the taste of my pussy juices, having been gagged many times with my wet panties. My blouse, skirt and bra were the easiest to catch and deliver, but my flimsy panties took quite a while to capture on the end of my vibrator.

The guys took me into my bedroom and arranged me on my back in the center of the bed. My legs were pulled apart like a wishbone, and my ankles were tied to the side rails of the bed. Brandon had been carrying around a hard on since they fucked my mouth with the vibrator. Although I was still in my almost constant state of arousal, he took his time kissing me, caressing me all over, nicely playing with my breasts and nipples and using his fingers to get my cunt really wet and open for him. He slowly slid his cock in, deeper and deeper, right up to the hilt. OH GOD! It felt so good and right. His cock was alive inside me and I could look at his eyes and see his facial expressions as he laid atop me and screwed me. It wasn't at all frenzied or hard, but rather a steady thorough fucking. It was a beautiful act like he was making love to me. My moans grew more frequent and my breathing quickened. Only near the end did Brandon accelerate his pace. I screamed when I came, but Brandon muffled it by kissing me and groaning in my mouth when he climaxed. I didn't remember when he pulled out and got off of me. I was just lying there basking in the afterglow of my orgasm.

I opened my eyes when Eric climbed onto the bed. He propped me up and stuffed a pillow under my head. He straddled my shoulders and directed his cock down to my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted his flaccid penis. After sucking it and flicking its head, with my tongue, for a few moments, I stuck my tongue out and licked it all over. From my position, I really couldn't go up and down on his cock. Instead, Eric simply thrust his cock 3"-4" deep in my mouth while I sucked him and used my tongue along the underside of his penis. When he was hard, Eric repositioned himself to hover over me on all fours. Rather than enter me right away, he ran the length of his dick up and down my pussy slit for a tantalizingly long time. I almost begged him to enter me. Finally, he did. He teased and toyed with my pussy. He fucked me deeply and slowly, until I nearly became frantic, and then stopped. Eric kept his cock buried inside me and just wriggled around a little. I tried to buck and wiggle my hips, but he had me plastered to the bed. After the 3rd or 4th time, my moans became desperate. Eric was somewhat like Ryan and Brian. They loved to tease me, and I loved being teased. I don't know where these guys got their control and stamina. When he resumed pounding my love hole, he had me whining, "YES, YES, GOD YES, I WANT TO COME, I WANT TO COME, I NEED TO COME!" That tine did it. Eric pounded my cunt into orgasmic mayhem. Eric came with a huge shudder, and I couldn't stop coming. Eric's cock throbbed and twitched inside me while I continued to shudder uncontrollably. I whispered, "Kiss me, Eric."

I had that just fucked warm glow and my pussy still quivered when I dropped Eric and Brandon off at their homes. I was really feeling good about myself. I had gone through a little rough 2 on 1 TUG, and both guys had fucked me 3 times. For a few hours, once or twice a week, I had become a submissive sex slave. Not only did I love being tied up, struggling, and being played with, but loved it when they controlled me, forced me and even made me do silly things. The sex was an added bonus. I couldn't wait to do it again!

The Challenge, The Dare, and The Bet -

It was a little more than a week later, on Sunday, July 23; the girls were all gathered at Lisa's house, just hanging around the pool. We weren't going to play any TUGs. We were talking about the upcoming cheerleader tryouts, plus guys and sex. Lisa, Ashley, Meagan and I had told their favorite sex experiences. I had recounted, not for the first time, my afternoon 2 on 1 with Eric and Brandon. I felt a little sorry for Beth and Rhonda, who hadn't had sex yet and were having to listen to the rest of us going on and on. However, we learned that both girls had started the pill. Before the afternoon was over, Beth and Rhonda admitted that they would first like to have sex with Eric and Brandon, and for their first time, they wanted to be tied up!

At some point that afternoon, Ashley asked, "Christine, do you think you could possibly take on 3 guys at once?" Everybody chimed in, and before I could think about it, the question became, "Who would you choose?" Without commenting on the original question by Ashley, I answered, "Brian, Rob and Ryan." Lisa pounced on that. She dared me to play a TUG with all 3 guys simultaneously. While I was still thinking about it, Lisa upped the ante. She dared me to play a TUG with all 3 guys and let each of them screw me 3 times! Lisa was so certain that I wouldn't go through with it that she bet me $25.00 that I would use the safeword before it was over. Chaos broke out. All the other girls wanted a part of the bet. Before I could even consider or answer, each of the 5 girls had said they would put up $10.00, and the dare and the bet stood at $50.00. Was it worth $50.00 to give it a try? "YES," was my resounding answer! I checked my calendar for a date when I would have the house to myself. "Saturday afternoon, August 5", was my reply. A few minor details had to be decided, but Lisa said that she would set it all up, and the dare and bet had been made.

Cheerleader Tryouts –

I want to keep this story somewhat in chronological order, but a lot more went on over the summer and during the month of August besides sex TUGs. I had 3-4 photo shoots each month over the summer which took most of a day. I averaged about 15 hours a week working at home for the Foundation, and spent 1/2 day, twice a month, working and learning at the downtown LA office. Ryan, Daniel and I, the trio from our newly formed Swing Band, got together at least once a week at Ryan's house to practice some of our more difficult songs. Ryan's mother was an accomplished pianist and accompanied us while we sang our parts. Lisa had her 16th birthday and got her license at the end of July. We had a typical Sweet 16 party for her. She did not get a car. Lisa and Ashley usually had the use of a car in the evening and on weekends. Finally, my Mom, Celeste, and Lisa's mom, Anne, had videotaped, with sound, our various cheerleader routines from last fall's football season. Nels took them down to the Foundation office and edited them and dubbed 3 edited tapes. Meagan, Beth and Rhonda wanted to be cheerleaders. I had actually given each of them a tape earlier last spring. However, during June and July, One or more of our cheerleader group of Lisa, Ashley and me got together with these girls, at least once a week, and practiced the cheerleader routines. At my house, we just played the tape in the great room and watched it on the big TV as we practiced along with it. Soon we would have cheerleader practice every morning M-F, and the guys would be doing 2-a-day football practices.

Cheerleader tryouts were on Monday, July 31, and there was a pretty good turnout. If you remember from last year, Lisa, Ashley and I were freshman cheerleaders on the JV squad, and the other 5 girls were sophomores. Those 5 girls moved up to be varsity cheerleaders, leaving 5 openings to be filled at the tryouts. Meagan, Beth and Rhonda were the only sophomores there, and the remainder was incoming freshmen. After we read the questionnaires each girl filled out and watched the tryout performances, it was clear to me who should be on the squad. Meagan, Beth and Rhonda had everything down pat and had great auditions. There were 2 other girls, Stephanie and Brittany, who stood out and had obviously practiced our routines over the summer. We huddled together with Coach and these 5 girls were easy choices to fill out the JV cheerleader squad. Lisa was elected captain and Ashley became assistant captain. Stephanie and Brittany were the perky cute kind of girls that would make great cheerleaders. We learned that Brittany was Jackie's younger sister, and Stephanie was her best friend. Jackie was the assistant captain of last year's JV cheerleader squad. She told me that she and some other girls had been tying up Stephanie and Brittany for a couple years and playing girl's TUGs. Also, our 2 new cheerleaders put out for their boyfriends, and Might do more things than me! 

The Dare and The Bet –

It was Saturday, August 5, the day of my big 3-1 dare and bet. I saw my parents off that morning and went back to bed for a little nap. After lunch, I dressed in my play clothes and put out the equipment in the great room. I think I was so excited that I became nervous and fidgety. Brian and Rob were walking the few blocks over to my house. Lisa picked up Ryan and arrived about 12:45 PM. Both of them carried paper bags. Lisa put the $50.00 bet down on the counter top and I covered it with my own $50.00. She took me into my bedroom and told me to strip. She had brought an outfit for me to wear. First, out of her bag came an old black nylon bra and panty set. The panties fit fine, but the bra was really small. I couldn't hook the bra in back, and Lisa stretched the elastic and got it fastened in the last hook. The bra straps had to be readjusted and my tits were bulging out of the cups. Next, out of the bag came an old white blouse, which Lisa had cut the sleeves off of, leaving ragged armholes. I was barely able to close and button the blouse over my bulging bra. Finally, Lisa pulled an old print cotton skirt out of her bag. But, she had also cut the skirt off really short leaving a ragged frayed hem. When I shimmied into it, Lisa pushed up my blouse and adjusted the skirt so that it covered my panties by no more than 1". There were beltloops on the skirt, but no belt. It was fastened by one lonely button. I put my hair up in a ponytail and Lisa tied my wrists behind my back.

Lisa marched me out into the great room and presented me to the guys who had changed into their swimsuits. This was an ominous beginning. Lisa and her mom were going out for the afternoon, but she said she would stop back later to check on me. The guys started out by taking turns kissing me, feeling me up and rubbing my pussy. Soon, I was down on my knees and told to give each of them a blowjob. I had to pull their swimsuits down with my teeth. Brian and Ryan let me work on their cocks at my own teasing pace and gave each of them a long slow blowjob. However, Rob was a little eager to get off. After I got him good and wet and was bobbing and sucking on his penis, he grabbed my head and slammed his dick in and out of my mouth and throat until he came. With the preliminaries out of the way, the guys took me out to the pool and sat me on a chaise lounge. They removed my tennis shoes, picked me up and threw me in the pool.

I surfaced sputtering and spurting in chest deep water. As I got my feet planted on the bottom of the pool, the guys converged on me. I was held from behind and Rob unbuttoned my soaked blouse and pushed it back over my shoulders. Without warning, Brian grabbed my bra and ripped it off! Ryan reached under my clinging macro micro mini skirt and literally ripped my panties off! Before I could react, he had a finger inside my pussy and started finger fucking me. Just as the first moan escaped my mouth, he pulled his finger out. I was told to suck his cock, and they pushed me underwater. I found his semi-limp penis and got a good seal on it. I sucked and he pushed his cock back and forth in my mouth. They let me come up, and as I caught my breath, Rob slipped a finger in my cunt. I was getting turned on and started to mew, but I was again dunked to suck Rob's cock. The alternating torment continued. The underwater cock sucking was a turn on, but my pussy was telling me that I needed to come soon. I think each of them did this to me twice, but my mind was in a stupor. I remember that Ryan's cock was really hard when we finished.

They half walked and half dragged me out of the pool. While Brian and Rob toweled off, Ryan laid me on my back on one of the double-wide padded redwood chaise lounges. He climbed on top of me and crushed my mouth with his. As we kissed, I heard the other guys say that they would find "a good spot" and walked away. Ryan moved to my tits, with his mouth, and thoroughly licked and sucked my nipples into taut hard aching buds. I needed no further foreplay, but Ryan easily slid 2 fingers in my love canal to determine that I was hot and wet. He pushed up my skirt, laid on top of me and plunged his cock all the way inside me. I felt the warmth of his bare torso against my wet skin. I raised and spread my legs, allowing him to go even deeper. He fucked me furiously until I crashed into my first orgasm and he exploded deep inside me. While I recovered, Ryan toweled himself off. He sat me up and put on my tennis shoes. When I stood up, he button my blouse and walked me across our lawn and out towards our woods. My wrists were still tied behind me and my hard nipples were trying to poke through the thin transparent fabric of my wet blouse. We found the other guys near the far left rear corner of our woods.

Brian and Rob took over and tied me spread eagle between 2 trees. My arms were raised and stretched, and my legs were tied wide apart, so that my tight little skirt rose up exposing my pussy. My nipples did not go unnoticed by Rob and Brian. They pinched and pulled on them until they got even harder and longer. Again without warning, all 3 guys shredded and ripped my blouse off! After that, Rob ripped my little skirt off! Both garments were totally ruined and couldn't be worn again, and I was totally naked. Ryan had brought a towel with him. He toweled my hair and dried me off, spending an extra amount of time between my legs with the terry towel. From their little bag of goodies, Rob pulled out a small handful of tiny rubber bands. They were quite thin and no bigger than my little finger. It took him several tries to double the loop, stretch it and snap it on my left nipple. Brian got one of those little devils on my right nipple in 2 tries. Outside of a little jolt of pain, when they were first snapped on, they were not uncomfortable. Instead, they made my nipples sensitive and swell just a bit, keeping constant pressure on them and assuring that I was always aware of their presence. After all 3 of the guys kissed me and played with my sensitive nipples, another toy appeared from their bag. It was my big vibrator. Brian worked it in my pussy and then shoved it deep in my mouth. Brian told me to suck it and began fingering my pussy. While he did this, Ryan and Rob got behind me and started spanking me. They rotated around me, with one guy always fucking my mouth with my vibrator and teasing my pussy with his fingers, while the other 2 continued to spank my ass.

I sucked that vibrator voraciously. The assault on my pussy had me squirming and moaning, and the spanking aroused me even more. When they finally stopped, I was a hot horny cunt dripping girl, with a bright red burning ass, who desperately wanted to come. Brian and Rob obliged my silent wishes. Each of them fucked me standing up. They plunged into me so hard that I felt that I might be lifted off the ground. If my knees weren't locked, I would have collapsed after my 2nd incredible orgasm. Ryan freed me from my spread-eagle. Ryan tied my wrists behind my back while the other guys packed the extra ropes, ruined clothes, etc. in the paper bag. Ryan took my arm and everyone headed for my house. I balked when we got to the edge of the woods. I told them that I couldn't go across our lawn naked.Brian said that they would shield me from anyone passing by the house. Of course, the guys wore t-shirts and swim trunks and had nothing to worry about. I hoped no delivery truck pulled in our driveway. Ryan held my arm and we set off jogging towards our swimming pool. As I ran, My boobs bounced and I felt those little rubber bands still keeping my nipples taut and aroused. I kept an eye on the driveway entrance in our front wall, and thankfully no cars went by.

We made it behind the house without being seen. Ryan still held my arm and walked me around the pool fence and we stopped behind the 4 car garage. He told the other guys, "I'm going to do Christine here in the grass!" "Why don't you guys check out the garage and bring some ripe plums out on a plate." PLUMS? I looked down and saw that Ryan had a huge bulge in his swimsuit. I thought that it might be painful to run with a hard on, but maybe the rubbing turned him on more? Ryan got me on my back in the lush grass. The cool grass soothed my ass which had faded to a bright pink. When I spread my legs for him, I felt the little blades of grass tickling my pussy. Ryan quickly knelt between my legs, pulled down his swimsuit and rolled on a condom. Without any foreplay, he shoved his cock straight into my love canal. I raised my knees and spread my legs, because I didn't want any grass clippings rammed up my pussy. It was a fantastic fuck. Ryan used his superb control and screwed me slowly at first and switched to a furious surge of slamming into my cunt. I was wailing and gasping, and thought I might come any second, but he switched back to a slow teasing rhythm. With each thrust he seemed to penetrate me deeper. My legs were flailing all over in the air. With every slow deep thrust, I began screaming, "YES, YES, YES, YES, YES!" Finally, I locked my ankles around his waist, while Ryan pounded my pussy, until we went over the top into our own shuddering climaxes.

When we recovered, Ryan got 2 ropes out of the bag and tied my knees and ankles together and Anneounced; "Now we're going to have a little fun with you!" Brian and Rob came back with a plate holding several plums. Ryan got me up on my knees and said, "I think Christine is hot to suck you guys off, before we play with her." They didn't hesitate. Although I had to start with limp dicks on both of them, I gave each a good long licking and sucked their balls which got them, at least, partially hard. Brian let me suck and lick and tease his cock longer, but eventually both guys turned their blowjobs into thorough mouth fuckings. When each came, he held his cock deep in my mouth and sprayed his cum into my throat. I swallowed all of their hot sticky semen and licked each of them clean.

It was playtime. I was lying on my side in the lush grass with my wrists, knees and ankles tied. I became one corner in an informal square. Each guy sat down at the other 3 corners of the square with each side measuring about 12'. A plate of 3 fat plums sat on the grass in the center of the square. I was told that I had to go to the plate, grab a plum in my mouth and deliver it to one of them. My knees and ankles were tied, so I couldn't crawl. I got on my back and tried to move myself along the grass, like an inchworm would move, but I couldn't slide my body. Eventually, I just laid flat on the lawn and rolled. What a sight I must have been! I made it to the plate, got on my stomach and captured a plum in my mouth. I rolled over to Rob. When I was on my back, Rob plucked the plum from my mouth and ate it. It was pretty juicy and while he ate the plum, he leaned over me and let the plum juice dribble all over my tits. When he finished, he told me to return the pit to the plate. Rob held the plum pit in his teeth and I had to grab it in my mouth, roll back to the plate and fetch another plum for the next guy. I repeated this twice more. However, Brian ate his big juicy plum over my pussy. When I finished, my face, tits and pussy were sticky messes. Little blades of grass clung to my boobs and pussy hairs. Then, Brian brought out a bowl of ice cubes!

They surrounded me and rolled me onto my stomach. One of them spread my ass cheeks and another placed 2 or 3 semi-circular ice cubes in my ass crack. Each of them spent some time rubbing an ice cube all over the back of my body. I squirmed and shrieked, but they held me down. My upper body held up well, but the ice cubes along the backs of my legs and inner thighs drove me mad. Then, they flipped me over on my back. Ryan concentrated on my pussy and legs. He rubbed my pussy lips with a fresh ice cube. When it had melted some, he left it in my slit saying, "DON'T MOVE!" Brian and Rob concentrated mostly on my tits, but they thoroughly rubbed their ice cubes all over my upper torso. The rubber bands were STILL around my nipples, but when the ice cubes first hit my nipples, they shrank. The guys took the rubber bands off and I felt no pain in my numbed buds. I had some goosebumps here and there when they quit torturing me. My ankles and knees were untied. They walked me into the pool area and hosed me off. Brian and Ryan dried me off and cleaned up my sticky face. I had willingly been their little slave play toy, and they had the ability to do whatever theirs and Lisa's minds had devised for me. Despite a little pain, some discomfort from the ice and a bit of humiliation and embarrassment from running across my lawn naked and rolling around in the grass, I was still hot and horny and having the time of my life.

Rob took my arm and walked me through the side door of the garage, Ryan thought maybe it was time I got another spanking, but the other 2 guys had erections that they needed to do something about. Down at the far end of the garage stood our limo, with its doors wide open, welcoming us inside. Everybody piled in and I was placed on the floor on my back. Rob and Brian screwed me sprawled on the lush carpeting covering the limo's floor. They took the time to kiss and play with me, and made sure my cunt was dripping wet, before they shoved their hard dicks inside me. After being fucked hard twice in a row, I curled up on the limo floor to get my 2nd wind. I had been screwed 6 times already that afternoon, and I was feeling a little tired. Eventually Ryan dragged me out of the limo. I knew what he wanted to do. I had parked my car out in front of our house. Consequently, the space next to the limo was empty. Ryan tied a piece of rope to my bound wrists. He took the other end and threw it over the overhead track for my garage door and PULLED! My bound wrists rose higher and higher forcing me to bend at the waist. When he tied the rope off, my torso was nearly parallel to the floor in the strappado position. From their seemingly bottomless paper bag, Ryan produced a rolled up pair of white socks and a scarf gag. The socks were stuffed in my mouth and the scarf gag, tied around my head, muffled any intelligent uttering I made. All 3 of them had figuratively already gotten a piece of my ass, but this time they mercilessly smacked my poor ass cheeks until they were a bright raw red. Initially, they spanked me so hard that tears rolled down my face and I wailed into my gag. I'm not sure if they eased up on me or I became used to it, but the 2nd half of the spanking aroused me more than it punished me. A little breeze wafted into the garage, and besides the pain from my reddened butt, I could feel the tiniest stream of pussy juices beginning to trickle down my inner thighs. Brian and Rob said they were going inside to get ready, and left me alone with Ryan.

I hung there with my head slumped. Ryan lightly massaged my sore ass with both palms and asked, "Christine, do you want to come?" I nodded my head, yes. "With this," he asked as he slowly slid 1 finger in and out of my pussy. I shook my head, no. "How about like this," he asked while 2 fingers were slowly moving in and out of my wet love canal. I again shook my head, no. "Do you want me to get your vibrator and fuck you with it?" Ryan asked while his fingers rhythmically continued moving in and out of my dripping cunt. I shook my head, no. "Do you want me to stop?" Oh God, no, I thought. If I said yes and he stopped, would he still fuck me with his cock? But, I was moaning already and my pussy was on fire, screaming at me that I needed to come. I shook my head, no. What would he do now? "Well then," Ryan asked, "What do you want me to fuck you with?" Well, the answer was obvious, but I was getting desperate. I tried to scream, "COCK, COCK, COCK," but all that came out was a muffled "auk, auk, auk." I sounded like a pitiful squawking bird. Ryan stopped and withdrew his fingers from my pussy which elicited a huge groan of disappointment from me, but a moment later he appeared in front of me. There in front of my eyes stood Ryan's beautiful stiff penis glistening with pussy juices from his fingers. "Do you want me to use this," He asked. I vigorously nodded my head, yes.

Ryan leaned over me from behind. He was crouched a little and I felt his pubic hairs rubbing my pussy lips. His hands caressed my sides and belly, before he fondled my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers. He ran his hands up and down my thighs and told me to spread my legs wide apart. He slid the head of his cock into me and held it there. How could he have so much self-control? I tried to thrust backwards, but his hands on my hips prevented that. It seemed we stood there forever, like a statue, with his cock poised to plunge into me. And, then he did. What followed was a fast furious nonstop body slamming fucking during which I came twice. The 2nd orgasm was of the mind-blowing type that buckled my knees. I just hung there on wobbly legs until my mind cleared and most of the orgasm's spasms had subsided. But, I was rejuvenated and had my 2nd wind. I was ready for more! Then, I noticed Brian, who was whispering something to Ryan. They untied the rope holding me in the strappado position and walked me over to the side door of the garage. Brian peered out the door. It was about 15' to the kitchen door of our house. I was totally naked, gagged and my wrists were tied behind my back. Earlier that afternoon, I had been walked naked from our woods to behind our house. While the distance was longer, I was further from the road then, and only one driveway entrance allowed anyone a quick look. Now, I was much closer to both driveway breaks in our front wall. I guessed the coast was clear, because Brian and Ryan whisked me across the short distance and into our kitchen.

Rob was waiting for me in the kitchen. He must have been beating his meat, because his dick was hard and condom covered, ready to go. He sat me on the edge of the kitchen table, pushed me onto my back and took me right there. I never came. That was disappointing, but Rob obviously had more urgent needs. Ryan and Brian came for me and took me into the great room. I don't know whether the guys or Lisa came up with the last position they tied me in, but it was fantastic and a great way to end the afternoon! They made me kneel on the front edge of the sofa cushions facing backwards. I was bent over so that my upper chest and shoulders rested on the top back of the sofa. My arms were spread down the rear of the sofa and my wrists tied to the rear legs. My ankles were spread and tied to the front legs of the sofa. Finally, my gag was removed. My head extended out over the back and it was pretty comfortable. While Brian stood and screwed me from behind, doggie style, Ryan stood in front of me and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was very difficult, at first, to concentrate on doing a good job on the cock that rammed down my throat, while my pussy was simultaneously being ravaged, BUT WHAT A TURN ON! Ryan pulled out of my mouth, before he exploded, and I could concentrate on my looming orgasm. I closed my eyes and rested after Brian and I came. I was beginning to think that my pussy would never stop tingling.

I was startled back to reality when I felt fingers probing my cunt. Each guy had screwed me 3 times, but apparently they were not going to stop there. When I looked around, there was Ryan, still hard and wearing a condom, preparing to again invade my love tunnel. Rob appeared in front of me and offered his cock for me to suck. Soon, I was impaled on cocks filling and using both my holes, and then Lisa breezed in. Everyone froze. Lisa asked, "How many times have you guys screwed her?" Rob answered that this would be #10! "REALLY," "HOLY SHIT!" exclaimed Lisa. I had won the $50.00 bet which I had completely forgotten. "Don't let me stop you guys," Lisa quipped, and sat down to watch. Ryan took his time screwing me, as he usually did, so that I was able to suck Rob off before Ryan and I crashed into afternoon ending orgasms.

After we rested and talked a little, I invited everyone out to dinner, and said that I would take them home. The guys and I showered, separately this time, and then got dressed. I had to wear jeans and long sleeves, because I had some fresh rope marks, from being tied up for around 4 hours. Rob was out of condoms, and we decided to stop at the pharmacy at the mall which was near where we were going to eat. Lisa and I marveled at all the different condom choices. She spotted some ribbed condoms that look interesting and pointed them out to the guys. There were lubricated and non-lubricated, plus ultra-thin, micro-thin and super-thin. In the end, the guys decided to get a 12 pack of the ribbed, lubricated ultra-thin and regular micro-thins and then split them up. We got some stares from our waitress at dinner when the guys divvied up the condoms. Lisa was, of course, the one who had come up with the idea of ripping my clothes off. It was a shock when it happened, but a lot of fun. She had suggested that the guys take me out to the woods that afternoon, plus screwing me in our limo, when she setup the whole thing. However, the rest of the little games, locations and positions had been the guy's ideas. It was a fucking great afternoon!

TUGS Become Bondage, With Incest and Chicken Salad

Towards the end of July, Lisa told me that she had come home to catch her mom, Anne, going through her scrapbook and photo album. A few days later my mom, Celeste, asked if she could look at my scrapbook and photo album. It was all very mysterious. On the day after Lisa's 16th birthday at the end of July, Lisa and I received hand-written invitations to a formal luncheon at my house on Saturday, August 12, 2000 at 12:00 noon. When we pressed our moms, we found out that the luncheon was to honor us for our performances on the baseball team and to give us the other part of our 16th birthday presents. Lisa came over around 10:30 that Saturday morning. She had decided to wear one of my strapless sweetheart neckline party dresses that Celeste bought me for our family's Holiday parties last year. We were excited, but not nervous, and still had no clue what we might get for our 16th birthdays. We took our time getting ready in my room. We helped each other do our hair and we wore it up in a formal glamorous hairdo. When we came down to the dining room, around 11:50 AM, we found Celeste, Anne, Eileen and another woman, Abby (Abigail), who introduced herself to Lisa. She had attended our Holiday parties for years and I knew her well.

The women were all dressed up and looked gorgeous. They all regularly went to the same fitness center. Their beautiful slim fit bodies were evidence of their hard work. I always thought that 5'9", brown hair and brown eyed Celeste looked like a sexy Italian model or movie star. Looking at Anne and Lisa, it was obvious they were mother-daughter. Anne, the 5'9" blue eyed blond, still looked really hot in a bikini when she came to my parent's summer pool parties. Eileen was only about 5'1"-5'2" tall, with medium length chestnut brown hair, hazel eyes, very curvy figure and super large probably DD breasts. Abby was about 5'6" with long curly red hair that spilled down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were green. Her luscious red lips and her persona oozed sexiness. We had a delicious lunch featuring a cold chicken salad, with fresh pineapple chunks and Macadamia nuts, on a bed of lettuce. There were fresh tomato slices and mini-muffins, plus cheesecake for dessert and wine. Yes, by the time lunch was over, we were into our 3rd bottle of white wine. We talked about school a little, but did spend most of lunch talking about our baseball season. Lisa and I were told that there was a surprise awaiting us in the guest apartment, but we couldn't go in there until everyone was ready. I could always count on Lisa and wine, because when dessert was served, Lisa was telling the women about our sex games.

After dessert, everyone was sipping wine and talking. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I walked out of the dining room, bypassed the door to the guest apartment, and walked down the hall, around the corner and down the other hall to the Her's bathroom. When I finished and walked out of the bathroom, Anne and Abby were waiting for me. Anne stood in front of me and told me that she was going to blindfold me before I saw my birthday surprise. While Anne blindfolded me, with a black sleep mask, Abby held my wrists at my side and told me to relax. When the blindfold was secured, Abby simply pulled and crossed my relaxed arms behind my back. Anne quickly tied them. As I started to protest, a large ball was stuffed in my mouth, behind my teeth, and a strap held it in behind my head. The balled had a cherry taste, but the taste of its rubber composition also assaulted my taste buds. The women grabbed my arms and led me back through my original route. However, we eventually turned right and entered the guest apartment. As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, my dress was unhooked in back and the zipper pulled down. My dress floated down around my ankles and they helped me step out if it. Someone popped off my strapless bra and guided me to one of the sofas. When I sat down, Lisa made a couple of muffled sounds from the cushion next to me. I figured that she was in the same situation as me. Finally, my knees and ankles were bound.

Celeste and Anne did most of the talking, and because of our gags, Lisa and I had to sit there and listen without being able to respond. I'll summarize what they said, before I tell you what happened to Lisa and me. They, of course, knew about our bondage sex (there was that new term) games, with both guys and girls, and that Lisa and I got tied up a lot. Celeste and Anne had noticed our rope marks after we had played our bondage sex games. The women were going to show us a different way to tie someone up, that was more comfortable, yet secure and left fewer rope marks, such as the way Lisa and I were currently tied. I hadn't paid any attention when I was tied, but it did feel somewhat different. Also, they had some new equipment that was even more comfortable than rope, could be worn for long periods and left virtually no marks on one's body. The 1st revelation came when Anne told us that all the women were happily married, AND each of their husbands regularly tied them up and played bondage sex games. My Dad tied my Mom up! I had no clue. I was going to have to ask Celeste more about this. Each of the women told us about their favorite way of being tied and their favorite bondage sex game, but I didn't get any new ideas.

The 2nd revelation was a shocker! Celeste told us that these women, and several others, got together every 3 or 4 months for a girl's party, usually during the day, and played bondage sex games amongst themselves. Did that mean they were all bisexual? I had never thought of myself as bisexual, yet I played with the girls. Celeste continued on that thought. She said that since Lisa and I were 16 year old young women, who already played with girls, they were going to show us what they did at their girl's parties. Anne added that they had some new toys and were going to play with us for the rest of the afternoon! There was a general rustling sound among the women seated in front of us. My knees and ankles were untied, and 2 women escorted me into "my bedroom" in the guest apartment. They sat me on the edge of the bed and pushed me onto my back. My legs were brought up and my ankles tied to my upper thighs. I kinda felt how the tie was done. I lay on the bed in a frog-tie with my legs flopped wide open. I heard little sounds from Lisa's gagged mouth. She must have been on the other side of the bed from me and our heads were near each other's.

I felt a comb run through my pubic hairs, and heard a scissors clipping away at my bush. Next, there was the whoosh of an aerosol can and shaving cream was rubbed into my trimmed pussy hairs. After a few swipes of the razor, my little triangular bush was gone. Celeste told me to hold still. She delicately shaved above my pussy slit, outside my labia lips and between my slit and ass crack. A warm cloth washed my pussy area clean and it was patted dry. Finally, some type of lotion was soothingly rubbed into my newly shaved areas. I was as bare, down there, as the day I was born. Celeste spoke softly to me and said, "Christine honey, I want you to relax and put everything out of your mind." "This won't hurt at all, but I want you to concentrate on what I do to you and enjoy it."

With that said, I felt my Mom's fingers spreading my pussy lips and opening up the petals of my little flower. She gave my pussy a soft moist kiss, and then licked the entire length of my pussy slit 5 or 6 times. Celeste put her mouth to my pussy and started licking my outer pussy lips. When her tongue reached the apex of my slit, her tongue licked my hood and emerging clit. Sometimes she licked one side and then the other, while the other times she licked in a continuous circular pattern. I don't know how long this went on, before my Mom moved her tongue to my inner labia lips, but I was already moaning. With every lick of my inner labia lips, her tongue brushed my now awakened love bud. At the bottom of each lick, she picked up more pussy juices, with her tongue, from my flowing love tunnel. Her soft warm tongue felt wonderful everywhere it touched me. I had never had such an intimate sensual experience. By now the tip of Celeste's tongue was teasing and licking the entrance to my vagina. I gasped when she shoved it inside me. Pressing her lips against my pussy, my Mom probed everywhere inside me, that her tongue could reach, and then started tongue fucking me. I moaned louder and bucked my hips at her thrusting tongue. I felt an orgasm building fast. Celeste swirled the tip of her tongue round and round my now swollen clit. Finally, she captured my clit with her lips and began to gently suck it. OH GOD, I was out of control! When she sucked my engorged clit a little harder, I came and screamed into my gag.

I remember my frog-tied legs shuddering spasmodically. Celeste kept gently sucking my clit for the 1st several minutes of my orgasm. She then rapidly flicked my clit, with the tip of her tongue, until I plummeted into a 2nd even more intense orgasm. JESUS! My Mom had eaten my pussy! For my 1st time, AND with my Mom, it was the most exciting and personal experience I had ever had. I was aware that someone was climbing on the bed. She settled on top of me and whispered in my ear, "Christine, are you ready for more?" It was Abby and I nodded my head, yes. She sucked my earlobes, before licking and kissing me down my neck, across my shoulders and randomly over my upper torso. Her mouth gave my breasts and nipples special attention. Abby licked and kissed me all over my stomach and down to my recently shaved pubis mons. She licked and kissed every square inch of my newly bared and sensitive bush garden. I was breathing a little faster and moaning a little in anticipation of her hot tongue licking my pussy. However, Abby dove down between my legs and began licking my inner thighs. Besides little circles, she licked different patterns on my very sensitive inner thighs. Abby repeatedly licked the creases where my thighs met my pussy. I moaned and shivered, when she licked my perineum, from close to my virgin bud right up to the base of my pussy. I hadn't realized that area was so sensitive, and I moaned and shuddered.

By now, I was really feeling the need for an orgasm. Abby licked my whole pussy slit with long broad strokes. She licked my pussy lips, but also sucked them. Her tongue swirled around the opening to my love tunnel, and then she plunged it inside me. Abby's tongue probed the inside of my pussy, and then she began to tongue fuck me. I bucked my hips and wailed into my gag for more. Her fingers spread my pussy lips further open and pushed back the hood that covered my clit. Her tongue moved to my clit, but she slipped 2 fingers inside me and finger fucked me, while she licked my clit. My arousal and orgasm had been building steadily and it was only a matter of time, before I would explode and convulse. Abby could tell from my sounds, breathing and responses, when I was close. Eventually, she took my clit in her lips and flicked it fast with the tip of her tongue. It took only moments for me to scream into my ballgag and experience one of the most violent mind blowing orgasms I had ever had. But, Abby didn't stop. She held my clit in her lips and sucked it until I came a 2nd time.

Celeste and Abby got me up on my feet. My blindfold and ballgag were removed. Eileen, Anne and Lisa were gone and I never heard them leave the room. I stretched and worked my jaw, which was a little stiff and sore, from being held open for over an hour. While Celeste went for a bottle of water, Abby told me that the ballgag was soaked in cherry juice and allowed to drip dry for several days. Other juices could be used, but eventually I would get used to the taste of the rubber. She mentioned that there were solid plastic ballgags and leather ones, but the women didn't like them. The plastic was too hard and had no give, and the leather ones became stiffer and rougher the more times they got wet and then dried. My wrists were still tied behind my back, so Celeste gave me a few gulps of bottled water. They asked me how I liked having my pussy eaten out, which I did very much. Also, they asked me if I remembered what was done to me, and did I think I could do it to them. I said that I'd try my best. Celeste sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back and spread her legs. Abby pushed me down on my knees between Celeste's legs. I had to eat my Mother's pussy!

Actually, after getting my pussy eaten twice, with multiple orgasms, I was quite eager to give it a try. My wrists were bound and I was kneeling, so there were areas I couldn't reach with my mouth or hands. I stared at Celeste's beautiful cleanly shaved glistening pussy and thoughts kept jumping into my mind. When did I last see Celeste totally naked? Was her pussy shaved then? It must have been over a year ago and her pubic hairs were clipped short and shaved so that no hairs would peek out of her bikini. Maybe she only shaved her pussy every few months when these women got together to play? I wondered if Nels ate her pussy, when he tied her up, or even if he ever ate her out at all. I loved to be teased. What woman didn't, except if time was short or she just wanted a "quickie?" I thought that I would go slowly with Celeste. Tease her and please her, but keep one eye on her. I had to watch and listen for signs that what I did was pleasurable and got her hotter and hotter, steadily building towards that ultimate orgasm. I kinda combined what I learned from Celeste and Abby.

I liked it when my inner thighs and perineum were licked and kissed, so that is how I started on Celeste, except that I only licked to within an inch of her pretty little rosebud. Her outer pussy lips were already open, with pussy juices just beginning to ooze out of her vagina. A series of long slow flat-tongue licks along the length of her pussy slit opened her up completely. She tasted fresh and sweet, somewhat like my own pussy juices, but a little muskier. Do women's pussy juices get muskier tasting as they get older? I licked and licked all over her pussy lips and clit area while Celeste squirmed. She began to hump my tongue, while I explored the inside of her vagina, so I quickly switched to tongue fucking her. I thought that I might have felt her g-spot and wondered if I could have gotten her to come and squirt, if I spent a little more time probing around in there? When Celeste's breathing eventually quickened and little moans escaped her mouth, she grabbed my head and buried my mouth over her clit. I thought, should I lick her to orgasm or suck her until she comes. Maybe both? I started licking her now completely exposed and engorged clit. Celeste gasped out, "FASTER, FASTER!" As I licked, her body stiffened and her hips rose off the bed to meet my tongue. She came and moaned and collapsed back on the bed. I began to gently suck her clit. She came again, and I continued to suck her clit just a little harder. She came for a 3rd time! I had just eaten my mother's pussy! As soft as a sweet little kiss, I held Celeste's clit with my lips until her orgasms had subsided.

Abby got me to my feet, and as soon as Celeste was off the bed, Abby spun me around and pushed me flat on my back on the bed. In an instant she was climbing on top of me. She straddled my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth. I saw that some of her pussy juices were actually running down her thighs. I admired the gorgeous bright pink lips of her pussy and how they contrasted with her flawless alabaster skin. I hadn't seen her naked until my blindfold was taken off. Her pussy was nearly shaved clean, but she kept a little tuft of her curly red hair just above the hood over her clitoris on her pubis mons. I molded my lips to her pussy lips and kissed and sucked her pussy several times. Her pussy juices tasted a little tangy and musky, but were fresh and sweet. While I was licking her pussy lips and over her clit, Abby pressed her pussy harder against my face and said, "FUCK MY HOLE WITH YOUR TONGUE!" I did just that. I was able to do a little probing while my tongue moved in and out, and Abby thrust herself against my tongue. Abby's moaning became a little frenzied. I was certain about what my tongue had found. I shoved my tongue in as far as I could, located my target and rubbed Abby's g-spot until she came. She did more than come though. She crumbled over and had to catch herself with her arms. Abby wasn't very vocal, except for a groan and a sigh, but she squirted a steady stream of pussy juices right into my mouth. The force of the stream was so great that much of it splashed out of my mouth and all over my face. I captured her clit and repeated what she had done to me. I sucked her clit, while I rapidly flicked the tip of my tongue over the tip of her clit, until she came again.

After that was over, my wrists were untied and we took a short break. The others were waiting for us out in the great room. I felt great and couldn't wait to play some more. I had my pussy eaten twice and had eaten out 2 pussies. I did not feel at all self-conscious standing around and sipping some water, with 5 other naked women, even if one of them was my Mother. Any moral issues, that I might have, would have to wait. Lisa and I had our "women's experience." Lisa was excited and anxious to play too. She wondered about the rest of our 16th birthday surprise which was yet to come. The other women assured Lisa and me that when it comes to eating pussy, women instinctively knew what other women would like and how to make them come. If we ever found a guy who could eat pussy as well as Lisa and me were getting it that day, we should hang on to him and NEVER tell any of our girlfriends about him! A short instructional period followed.

Lisa and I were shown a different and more comfortable, yet just as secure, way to tie someone up. The women had learned it many years ago, but we could probably find it described and illustrated on the Internet. Quite simply, you doubled over the piece of rope you were using; you put the 2 free ends through the loop at the other end, and looped and cinched the doubled rope around the limbs to be tied together (wrists, elbows, ankles or knees). You cinched the rope holding the limbs together just until it was snug and not so tight that it bit into the skin. Then you neatly wrapped or spiraled the doubled rope up the appendages until you had about 18" of rope left. You tucked the 18" of rope into the top spiral and pulled it out between the limbs. Next, the rope ends are separated. One is wrapped in one direction, the other in the opposite direction, and they are wrapped between the 2 limbs, encompassing all the loops or spirals you had wrapped. These ropes are pulled tight, cinched and knotted, making sure that the knots are away from fingers that could untie them. Using this technique, wrists are usually tied palm-to-palm, but they can also be tied crossed. When finished, it is a secure, neat and sexy looking tie job. I never knew if this technique had a name, but I still use it today. There is another technique that I am aware of called the Lark's Head. It is very similar, but you keep the loop of your doubled rope free, and then tuck the wrapped ends through this loop before cinching them between the limbs. I think it is more complicated. I'm sorry to take this much space for my description, but Lisa and I learned something that day. If you are not using this technique, maybe it will make your bondage experiences more comfortable and enduring.

After the demonstration, Lisa and I tied each other up around all 4 joints mentioned above. Then, it was playtime again. Lisa and I were told that we would learn about the new toys as we played with them. A huge bag of padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs was emptied on the marble island countertop. There were individual wrist and ankle cuffs with D-rings for tying a limb to something like a bedpost. A simple clip through the D-rings could be used to hold 2 cuffs together. Also, there were sets of wrist cuffs that were permanently attached to each other, so that one's wrists were secured in a crossed position. I examined them and thought they could be worn for long periods of time. Abby buckled Lisa's wrists behind her back using the crossed set of padded cuffs. Abby told me to sit on the coffee table and spread my legs. The other women went off to play. Abby made Lisa kneel in front of me and told her to lick my pussy and make me come. Lisa went at it enthusiastically and lapped away. My hands were actually free for a change. I used them to pull Lisa's head against my pussy and guided her mouth to the spots I wanted pleasured. Before I came, I squeezed my thighs together trapping Lisa's head and mouth right over my clit.

Abby helped Lisa to her feet and she beckoned me to follow. We went over to a corner where I was prepared. My wrists were cuffed crossed behind my back using the same type of cuff that Lisa was wearing. Abby fitted me with a pair of adjustable nipple clamps attached with a chain. She clamped them on each of my nipples, but they were fully open and barely stayed in place. Abby tightened each one up until I winced or yelped, and then tightened each one a full turn more. By the time Abby had fitted Lisa with nipple clamps, the pain from mine had settled to that tormenting tantalizing level that made my pussy tingle. Abby showed me a device that I had never seen before. It was a double strap-on. There was a lower hole where a dildo or vibrator could be attached and worn internally by the strap-on wearer. The upper hole was for the attachment of a vibrator or dildo to be used on someone else. There were universal O-rings where the desired attachment could be locked in place. Abby selected a nice fat 7"to7-1/2" long flexible penis vibrator. She locked it in place, worked the vibe into my pussy and hooked me up in the strap-on. The vibrator buzzed away on low to further stimulate and frustrate me. Finally, ankle cuffs were buckled onto my legs and clipped together. I had only about 3"-4" of wiggle room between my ankles. Abby pushed me down on my knees and told me to eat out Lisa.

I had thought that Abby was going to put a big dildo on the front of my strap-on and let me fuck Lisa with it. However, I had to kneel, as if I were doing a blowjob, and lick Lisa's pussy, while she stood with her legs spread. I had played numerous games with Lisa where I had my fingers in her pussy, so I already knew what she tasted like. When I finished with Lisa, Abby had Anne standing by for me to do next. In the brief moments before Lisa was taken away, I got a good look at Lisa and her mother naked and cuffed with their wrists behind their backs. I thought they looked more like big sister-little sister than mother-daughter. The strap-on's internal vibrator was steadily buzzing away in my pussy, where it kept me wet and tingly and turned on. I knelt there and went to work on Anne's pussy. Her pussy juices tasted remarkably similar to Lisa's, but just a bit tangier. I thought that Anne had just come, because her pussy lips were wide open and swollen. Pussy juices were dribbling out of her vagina. It was quite easy to get Anne off the 1st time, but she wanted more. Since both of us were bound, there was no one there to take charge. I was on the bottom. Also, Anne was older than me and a co-hostess of this party, so I simply agreed with a nod of my head. I teased her as much as I dared, prolonging her orgasm for as long as possible. I basically started from scratch, licking her wet inner thighs and perineum, before ever licking her pussy. From her breathing and the noises she was making, I think I worked her into a state of panicky desire and need, before I sucked her clit to a fantastic orgasm.

When I finished with Anne, she was led away, and I noticed that Abby had tied Celeste up nearby on the floor. Celeste's wrists were cuffed behind her back, along with her ankles being cuffed together, and she was kneeling on the carpeted floor. It appeared that she wore a crotchrope that held a vibrator deep in her pussy. A ballgag also filled her mouth. While Celeste knelt on her haunches, her back was ramrod straight and her beautiful 36C breasts jutted out proudly. Abby brought over another device from the countertop that I recognized. It was a penis gag. It consisted of a 3" wide leather panel to which was affixed a somewhat flexible 6" or so long penis shaped dildo. Abby stuffed it in my mouth and buckled it tight. A wide strap went around my face and buckled behind my head. There was also a chin strap that went over the top of my head. When finally secured the penis dildo rested partially in my throat and the front panel pressed firmly against my lips. Keep in mind that my strap-on's internal vibrator was STILL buzzing away in my pussy. The front of my penis gag was equipped with a universal O-ring connection. Abby chose a massive 8-1/2" gel dildo and attached it to the front of my penis gag. It had a huge bulbous head with a deeply rippled shaft. She helped me down on my side and then rolled me onto my back, right in front of Celeste. The dildo was sticking straight up in the air.

Abby straddled my face and slowly eased her pussy onto the mammoth dildo. Her beautiful pink pussy lips swallowed up the entire length. All I could do was lay there on my back and watch Abby fuck herself. She slowly took the whole length of the long fat dildo in and out of her pussy for quite some time, while moaning and gasping, before she picked up speed. Whenever she plunged the phallus into her vagina, pussy juices sloshed out and splashed me in the face. Just before she came, Abby aligned the huge bulbous head right where her g-spot was, rubbed her clit with fingers from her right hand and came and gushed a steady torrent of pussy juices all over my face. She had to roll off and pause on her hands and knees until she recovered. We stood up. Abby helped me out of the strap-on I wore and removed that pesky wet vibrator from my pussy. I was caught totally by surprise when Abby removed the ballgag from Celeste's mouth and made her lick and suck the sopping vibrator that had been in my pussy. After my Mom had cleaned the vibe, Abby attached it back on the strap-on and inserted it into her own pussy and adjusted the strap-on to her body. Next, she removed the 8-1/2" dildo, still dripping with her pussy juices, from the front of my penis gag, and made Celeste lick and suck the whole thing for about 5 minutes, getting it clean and well lubricated. Abby attached the big dildo to the front of the strap-on she wore.

My ankle cuffs were unclipped, but my wrists were still cuffed behind my back; my nipple clamps held firm, and the penis gag continued to muffle any sounds from my mouth. Abby walked me to one of the sofas and bent me over its back. I watched my Mother bound and kneeling motionless on the floor. When she stole a glance at me, she lowered her eyes and resumed staring straight ahead. It scared the crap out of me. From behind I first felt the stinging blow and heard the CRACK an instant later. That got my attention. Abby came around in front of me and showed me the suede flogger that she wielded in her hand. She almost beat the shit out of my ass. The first 10-12 blows really stung and I whined and moaned into the penis gag. I never attempted to count the blows, but when Abby was finished with my butt, it tingled and stung and burned. I'm sure it was a bright raw red. She told me to spread my legs and easily slipped 2 fingers into my pussy, commenting, "You really liked that, Christine, you're dripping wet." A 3rd finger effortlessly went into my pussy and stretched me open for Abby to shove the big head of the 8-1/2" dildo inside my love canal. She fucked my brains out. I came twice during the non-stop assault on my poor pussy. When Abby had finished with me, all I could do was brace myself against the back of the sofa and stare in amazement at what followed.

Celeste was helped to her feet. The ballgag was re-inserted into her mouth. She was totally defenseless with her ankles cuffed together and her wrists cuffed behind her back. Abby had the flogger and started whipping Celeste's behind. I watched in amazement as Celeste's butt first turned bright pink, and then flaming red, but not a sound came from her gagged mouth. I stood now, fascinated, and walked around to watch the rest. Abby had moved to Celeste's front and began whipping her tits with the flogger. I noticed my Mom's pussy was glistening with arousal. Were we both pain sluts? Could any of this be hereditary? As Celeste's breasts turned from pink to red, she moaned softly into her gag. I think her moans were a little from the pain, but mostly from arousal and the pleasure she was feeling. Finally, Abby finished by flicking the flogger a few times into Celeste's pussy. I actually saw droplets of pussy juice fly into the air. When Abby was finished, she made Celeste kneel and removed her gag. Abby loosened her strap-on enough to turn her internal vibrator up to high, and then re-tightened the straps. While Abby moaned her way to orgasm, she made Celeste lick and suck the 8-1/2" dildo that had recently been in my pussy. As Abby's orgasm built, she bucked her hips and simultaneously fucked Celeste's mouth. When she came, she grabbed Celeste's head and buried the big dildo all the way into Celeste's mouth and throat. After Abby's orgasm, I think she turned her vibrator off. It was quite a surprise to see my Mom so submissive. Could that be hereditary too?

Celeste's ankle cuffs were unclipped and she stood up. Her crotchrope was untied and the sopping wet vibrator was extracted from her pussy. The 3 of us walked into the bedroom. As we walked by the open door of the 2nd bedroom, I got a glimpse inside. Lisa was on her back on the bed with her legs tied wide apart. A cuffed Anne was eating her pussy, while Eileen straddled Lisa's face getting eaten out. Abby got Celeste on her back on the bed, but did not tie her ankles. She helped me crawl onto the bed and position myself straddling Celeste's face. I lowered my pussy to her mouth, and my Mom began eating my pussy again! Abby still wore the big strap-on dildo, and while Celeste ate me out, Abby slowly fucked and teased Celeste's pussy with it. I think that I was perpetually turned on and dripping wet; from the flogging of my ass, to the reaming out of my pussy with the huge dildo, to Celeste's flogging, and finally watching her get her mouth fucked by that monster. Celeste began tongue fucking my pussy, so I bore down on her face to allow her to get her tongue further inside me.. As her tongue explored the innards of my love canal, I almost came when she found my g-spot. I sensed that she was toying with me and prolonging my eventual orgasm. However, after teasing my g-spot several times, Celeste moved her talented tongue to my clit. I was STILL wearing the penis gag. It was useless to try and beg, but I sure was moaning and howling. She knew that I was fast approaching the exploding point, but tormented me more by just licking and swirling her tongue around my elongated clitoris. Finally, she got her lips around my clit and sucked me into and through my last orgasms of the day.

After I calmed down and stopped shaking, I rolled off Celeste's mouth. Abby then picked up the pace and seriously fucked the long denied Celeste senseless with that big dildo. The clock on the bedside table showed that it was nearly 5:30 PM. From the time I was 1st captured outside the bathroom after lunch, I had been bound for about 4-1/2 hours and barely had any sign of my wrists being bound after I was freed. We all gathered in the great room after the others had finished. It was decided that Celeste and Anne would take everyone out to dinner. As you might imagine, it took quite some time for 6 sexually satiated women to shower, do their hair, put on makeup and get dressed to go out. Before we left, Lisa and I got the rest of our 16th birthday presents. Some of them had already been used that afternoon. We each received;

1.  A heavy duty black sleep mask blindfold.

2.  A 2" red rubber ballgag, presoaked in cherry juice.

3.  A 6" penis gag with O-ring mounts for accept attachments.

4.  A double strap-on with O-ring mounts for internal and exterior attachments.

5.  5 assorted dildos and vibrators from 7" – 8.5" long.

6.  1 pair of attached crossed padded leather wrist cuffs.

7.  1 pair of padded leather wrist cuffs with D-rings.

8.  1 pair of padded leather ankle cuffs with D-rings.

9.  2 real silk thongs. One was a narrow pink lace thong, and the other a black ring thong.

At dinner, Lisa and I got most of our questions answered. However, we were too chicken to ask if our fathers ate our mother's pussies. As we said our goodbyes back at my house, there was the standing invitation to do it again sometime soon! Lisa spent the night. We talked for hours, and practiced a little by eating each other out without using restraints. We decided to buy more thongs. We figured out how our new equipment could be used in a variety of ways, and shared our different experiences from earlier that afternoon. Maybe we should get some more equipment? School would start in a couple weeks. There were the initiations of the new cheerleaders to do, and we all had to get together to take pictures for the cheerleader posters. I reminded Lisa about my story of when Ashley and I played with my cousins after Christmas. You may remember from Part 7, when I was tied up and Ashley was playing with me and getting me turned on. She took a couple licks of my pussy back then. Lisa and I came up with a plan. WE WERE GOING TO GET ASHLEY! TOMORROW……….!!!

CONTINUED NEXT MONTH -

My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 9 – A Kidnapping and some Submissive Lesbian Training

You will recall from Part 8 that Lisa spent the night of August 12, 2000, at my house. Earlier that afternoon we were surprised and had a lot of fun being introduced to; new more comfortable ways of being tied up with rope; new bondage equipment, what it felt like with shaved pussies, and learned how to eat pussy. We had persuaded Ashley to come over Sunday afternoon after dinner the next day. We were going to tie her up and shave her pussy, before we introduced her to pussy eating, the penis gag and the strap-on. However, before getting into that, there was that lingering legal and moral issue of our Mothers eating our pussies, and vice-versa.

Let me start out by saying that virtually everything we had been doing sexually, with either guys or girls, was illegal in California unless everyone was at least 18. Of course the sex was illegal, but all the other sexual games we played would undoubtedly fall under deviant sexual behavior or sexual assault. The thing was that not a cop in the State of California would do anything about it, unless they witnessed it, or it was reported to them as a crime. Neither Lisa nor I were going to stop having sex and playing sex games. In fact, we decided that we would continue to eat each other's pussy, and eat the pussies of any other girls who wanted to play that way, but maybe not as often as the other stuff. For an all out female-female pussy eating bondage afternoon, maybe every few months was often enough? OK, Lisa and I were probably sexually depraved, but it felt so good and the orgasms were mind blowing. Besides, our Moms were so good at it. We decided that we would continue to play pussy eating bondage games, with our Mothers, whenever they wanted to get together. We savored the idea of playing with older more experienced women. Undoubtedly, we would learn and experience new things and find out more about our own sexuality.

A Surprise for Ashley -

When Ashley arrived that afternoon, the 3 of us stripped down to our panties. Lisa and I wore black ones so that Ashley couldn't see that our pussies were shaved. We demonstrated and then practiced tying each other up using the new rope techniques. Next, we introduced Ashley to the padded leather cuffs. After she tried the individual wrist and ankle cuffs, we left her ankles clipped together and put the cuffs on her that locked her wrists crossed behind her back. We had her and it was time to put our plan into action. First, I blindfolded her, and Lisa stuffed a ballgag deep into her large mouth. When it was securely buckled in place, Ashley could only grunt unintelligibly. We took off her ankle cuffs and marched her into my bedroom in the guest apartment and sat her on a towel on the edge of the bed. We pushed her down onto her back and frog-tied her legs. To prevent her from flailing her legs around, we tied a rope around each of her legs, just above the knee, and tied her legs spread wide open to the side rails of the bed. Ashley only moaned a little into her ballgag, as if to inquire what we were going to do next. The poor girl had no clue what was coming, but her pussy was already wet with anticipation.

I had everything ready. With a comb and scissors, I adroitly clipped all of her pussy hairs as short as possible. Then, I lathered her up, with foam shaving cream, and using the safety razor, carefully scraped every hair off her beautiful 16 year old pussy. Lisa cleaned her up with a warm washcloth, dried her off and applied lotion to the newly shaved areas. I wasted no time in giving Ashley what she had wanted to try last December. I whispered, "Pay attention and enjoy!" Her pussy juices were starting to flow and her pussy lips were open and turning reddish pink. When I was in control, I liked to start by licking the inner thigh and perineum, before concentrating on her pussy. Even before my tongue hit her pussy, Ashley was softly moaning into her ballgag. She tasted so sweet and fresh. I licked and kissed and sucked her pussy, lapping up her free flowing juices, and even sucked her beautiful large labia lips. I tongue fucked her and explored the inner walls of her love tunnel with my tongue, but I stopped when I feared she would come, before I was ready to let her. Even though we tied her legs securely, Lisa had to straddle Ashley's stomach and hold her down, because she humped and thrashed wildly when I started on her clit. I teased her little nub twice, just to the edge of orgasm. It wasn't clear if the sounds coming through her gag were pleading or swearing. I finally captured her clit with my lips and drew and sucked it longer and longer until she came. I never stopped sucking and gave Ashley no chance to come down. While I continued to suck her now elongated and engorged clit, I flicked its tip with my tongue until she had a 2nd mammoth orgasm.

When I stepped back from between Ashley's legs, Lisa got right down to business. I straddled Ashley's stomach and played with her breasts while Lisa resumed Ashley's inaugural pussy licking. From the ruckus under me, it seemed that Ashley was coming all the time. Eventually, I removed the blindfold and saw that Ashley's eyes were becoming glazed over, and signaled Lisa to stop. I removed the gag while Lisa freed Ashley's legs. It took her quite some time to recover. When she could speak, she said, "OH FUCK that was so much more incredible than I ever expected it could be!" I asked her, "Are you ready to eat Lisa's and my pussies?" "Bring 'em on," was Ashley's reply, "I've waited 8 months to eat your pussy, Christine!" I climbed on the bed and straddled Ashley's face. She gave me a long slow lick, along my slit, as if to sample what I tasted like. Seemingly satisfied, Ashley enthusiastically went to work on my pussy. She has a somewhat large, but sensuous mouth, and a really long tongue. Once she thoroughly licked me and got my juices flowing, she went right for my love tunnel. I bore down on her face, as Ashley tongue fucked me just to the brink of orgasm. She licked around the inside of my vagina and easily found my g-spot. She knew what to do. With the tip of her tongue, she rubbed that mystical spot until I uttered a great moan of relief and squirted all over Ashley's mouth and face. I felt my clit yearning and throbbing. It stuck out for the taking, and when I shifted my position, Ashley took my clit in her mouth. She licked and sucked my swollen appendage through 2 colossal orgasms. It was all I could do to roll off Ashley's face and recover on the bed.

I caught up with them in the great room. Lisa was sitting on the edge of the coffee table and Ashley was kneeling and eating her out. We kept Ashley's wrists cuffed behind her for the next couple hours or so. I got the double strap-on out and put in on Ashley, with one of the big vibrators buzzing inside Ashley's pussy on low. Next, I got the 6" penis gag and buckled it into Ashley's mouth. I affixed an 8-1/2" dildo to the front of Ashley's penis gag and laid her flat on her back on the floor. It was just yesterday when I was in this position and could do nothing except closely watch Abby fuck herself on that 8-1/2" dildo right in front of my nose. This was something that I really wanted to try. I straddled Ashley's face and eased myself down on the dildo. I slowly fucked myself on that phallus and played with my nipples, while Ashley got the bird's eye view. When I felt an orgasm building, I got the bulbous head of the dildo to rub my g-spot, while I used my fingers to rub my clit, and again my pussy juices gushed all over Ashley's face when I came.

I got Ashley up into a kneeling position and I knelt in front of her. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her back and the 8-1/2" dildo dripping with my pussy juices protruded from her penis gag. First, I gave that dildo a good pretend blowjob and licked all my pussy juices off of it. Next, I had Ashley stand and I removed the strap-on and vibrator that had been buzzing in her pussy all this time, and licked and cleaned Ashley's pussy juices off the vibrator. Finally, with Ashley standing and her legs spread, I knelt in a Submissive position, with my hands clasped behind my back, and ate Ashley's hot juicy dripping pussy. While this was going on, Lisa had put the strap-on on herself and mounted a somewhat different shaped 8-1/2" dildo. Lisa had us line up and bend over the back of a sofa. Lisa did me first, and I think she took unusual pleasure in teasing and fucking my pussy. She took her time working it inside me, but when it was all the way in, Lisa bent over my back and played with my breasts and nipples, while I thrust my hips back and forth at the monster impaling me. Eventually, Lisa teased and fucked me ever so slowly, often pausing and resting just the dildo's head inside my pussy. When she finally got around to fucking me fast and hard, I came rather quickly. Lisa pulled out without giving me a 2nd orgasm. Lisa turned her attention to Ashley's nicely rounded ass and waiting pussy. I got the other strap-on and affixed both an internal and external flexible penis vibrator to it. When Lisa finished with Ashley, I told her to take off her strap-on and bend over the back of the sofa. One good fucking deserves another. I turned both vibrators up to high and gave it to Lisa doggie-style.

I had a bit of a head start from the residual tingling from Lisa just doing me. I came first and pulled completely out of Lisa to enjoy my orgasm. Then, I rammed the buzzing vibrator all the way into Lisa's pussy, bent over her back, and gave her breasts and nipples a little rougher tweaking than she gave me. By now, we were both moaning and panting. I started fucking her pussy, with a vibrator turned to high, and she came almost immediately. But, I continued hammering her pussy, until I shrieked and came again, and collapsed onto Lisa's back. As the 2 of us stood there quivering and gasping, with both vibrators continuing their buzzing on high in our pussies, we each came again! That did Lisa in and she declared that she was going to take a long shower. I momentarily turned both vibrators off, collected Ashley and took off the 6" penis gag that she had been wearing for quite some time. We went into my bedroom. I got Ashley on her back near the center of the bed and had her spread her legs. I turned both vibrators back on high, climbed on top of Ashley and guided the external flexible vibrator into Ashley's pussy. When it was in up to the hilt, I settled down on top of her. We lay still, pussy to pussy, tits to tits and mouth to mouth. I began kissing Ashley. We kissed and moaned while our bodies succumbed to the vibrators. The sounds of our orgasms were muffled in each other's mouths. After 2 orgasms apiece, I climbed off and removed my strap-on.

I released Ashley's wrists from the padded leather cuffs. She had been cuffed for over 3 hours and her wrists were only a little red from straining and struggling. As we showered together and got dressed, Ashley talked non-stop about her experiences of that afternoon. We joined Lisa in the kitchen area of the great room and helped clean the equipment we had used. We never used our new nipple clamps on Ashley or showed her our new thongs. Ashley was so excited that she wanted to setup a date to play again. However, after 2 straight days of pussy eating bondage sex games, Lisa and I thought that we should wait a few months before doing it again. School was starting soon and I was hot to get laid by 3 or 4 of my boyfriends before that 1st school bell rang. We decided that the new rope tying techniques and the padded leather cuffs could gradually be introduced to the guys and girls. But, the ballgags, penis gags and strap-ons would remain our secret, until sometime in the future, when the girls got together to play. The next day at cheerleader practice Lisa, Ashley and I shocked the other girls with our shaved pussies. However, by the end of that week, Brittany and Stephanie were also shaved bare down there.

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On the afternoon of August 17, Lisa and I took 2 cars and drove the cheerleaders to get their pictures taken in their bikinis. I had mentioned earlier that Lisa's father owned a graphic arts and design business. His shop was on a corner and I had been in the graphics shop a couple times. What I didn't know was that around the corner in the same building was a photographic studio set up to take professional photos of the girls. My fame as a model had waned over the course of my freshman year. I really didn't want to try and sell more autographed pictures of myself again. Besides my perception that I had a great personality and looked pretty hot/cute/sexy, I did have loads of friends. Now, I was probably best known at school for (in the following order) –

1.  Being a cheerleader

2.  The RUMORED and factual sexual things and games my friends and I did and played.

3.  My baseball playing.

4.  Being a model

5.  Being Freshman Class President

As Captain and Assistant Captain of the JV cheerleader squad, Lisa and Ashley decided that we would do small posters of ourselves in bikinis and sell them. They had measured the lockers at school and determined that an 18" X 24" standard sized sheet would fit perfectly taped on the inside of a locker door. The poster paper was to be of a lesser quality than the paper I used for my autographed 8" X 10" model photos last year. Actually, the posters would cost us slightly less than what Lisa and I paid for my autographed model photos. We used the changing rooms to get into our bikinis and fix our hair and makeup. One of the photographers took 3-4 shots of all 8 of us. Each cheerleader proofed their digital images and selected one to use. Once that was accomplished, each of us signed a white blank card. Our autographs would be superimposed at the bottom of our posters and printed. We ordered 100 posters for each of us and would sell them for $3.00 each or a set of all 8 of us for $20.00. We could reorder more in lots of 50 of the same cheerleader. Lisa had the finished products before the 1st day of school. During the month of September, she ran an ad every Friday in the weekly school newspaper, using her photo to promote poster sales. But, I am getting a little ahead of myself here.

Cheerleader Initiations –

One of our new freshman cheerleaders, Brittany, was cousins with Jackie, who was our cheerleader Assistant Captain last year. Lisa and Ashley had made arrangements with Jackie's aunt to use the same house, out in the country, for the 2nd part of this year's cheerleader initiation. School was starting this year with a 1/2 day orientation on Monday, August 28th. Lisa scheduled the traditional cheerleader initiation for Thursday, August 24, 2000. Let me say a word here about initiations, or the more nasty word "hazing." I believe they will continue to occur, especially at colleges, despite being banned. I only have experiences with high school cheerleader initiations and college sorority initiations. There is something to be said for bonding with your fellow "sisters," brothers or teammates. A little embarrassment and humiliation goes a long way in building character. As long as the initiation does not torture, maim or permanently mark one's body, it's fine with me. As for mental anguish or trauma, I say suck it up and get a life. If you are going to join any team or organization that is known for initiations, you are going to have to go through a ritual or ceremony that might entail some fun at your expense. Millions of men and women have experienced them over the years with only fond memories. At any rate, the 1st part of our annual cheerleader initiation could not have occurred without the knowledge and tacit approval of the Coaches.

On that Thursday morning, the JV football practice ended early. The entire team jogged single file by our cheerleader practice area, with what I now recognized as knowing smiles on many of their faces, on their way to their locker room. Soon 5 hot cheerleaders would be servicing some of their cocks. Our practice broke up about 1/2 hour later and our Coach magically disappeared. In our locker room, Lisa ordered Meagan, Beth, Rhonda, Brittany and Stephanie to take off their cheer leader jerseys and skirts. She gave them 10 minutes to wash up and fix their hair and makeup. Then, we tied their hands behind their backs, and blindfolded and gagged each of them. Ashley and I assembled them near our locker room door while Lisa went across the hall to see if the guys were ready. Their regulation red bras and panties covered more than any bikini they owned. I noticed that our 2 freshmen cheerleader minxes had stuffed their bras with Kleenex. I had never seen the inside of the guy's locker room, because during last year's initiation I was blindfolded while in there. On Lisa's signal I led Brittany and Stephanie into the guy's locker room and paraded them up and down the rows of lockers. Both of the shameless flirts wiggled their asses every time they got their butts or tits pinched, getting cheers from the guys.

The guys had showered and were in the process of getting dressed for lunch. Some were half dressed, some wore only their boxers and many just had a towel around them. I noticed that their locker room was maybe twice as large as ours, but the girls only had small teams, like volleyball, basketball and baseball. We gathered in a clear space where most of the guys could see the bound girls. Lisa told them to slowly turn around and wiggle their butts, bringing appreciative cheers from the guys. Lisa got the guys quiet and announced, "These 5 girls haven't had any lunch yet, and they're craving to have some wieners." "Any of you guys got any wieners? Pandemonium broke out and a few guys whipped out their wieners. We paraded the 5 girls back to our locker room. On the way out, Lisa and Ashley pointed at guys, beckoning the chosen ones to follow. In a clear area of our locker room, the girls were ordered to kneel on the carpeted floor and we removed their gags. The guys lined up for their traditional blowjobs, and Lisa decided who got done by which girl. There were 15 in all this year and each girl had to do 3 BJs. None of the guys needed any help in getting it up. When they finished only a little cum was noticeable on the carpeted floor.

When that was over, everyone was released; we all showered and got dressed to go out to eat. Just like last year, we had a nice lunch at the same restaurant and Lisa got the key to the house. Once there, everyone got naked and assembled in the backyard under that huge horizontal Eucalyptus tree branch. The 5 girls were strung up, with their wrists tied overhead to the branch, and all but Brittany stood in one of the dirt depressions from previous swings. The hose from the house quickly turned the dirt to cold mud, and 4 of the cheerleaders were ankle deep in the goop. Brittany hung standing on her toes towards the end of the branch standing in some grass. She got a liberal spraying of cold water. Lisa produced the ceremonial cheerleader paddle, and Lisa, Ashley and I gave each of the girls 3 solid whacks on their cute little asses. Stephanie and Brittany looked obviously aroused after the paddling, but Lisa used a finger to personally check each girl's pussy. Next came the mud coating up their legs up to their pussies. I carried handfuls of cold wet mud to coat Brittany's legs. Lisa came out of the house with a blender pitcher full of a smelly puke like Substance. That was rubbed into the girl's hair. Finally, the bowls of mayonnaise and tomato paste (representing our school colors) were brought out. We coated 1/2 their bodies red, and 1/2 white, right down to their pussies and over their ass cheeks. There they stood hanging in the sun looking nothing like hot cheerleaders.

Lisa paced up and down in front of the girls conducting their interrogations. We pretty much knew everything about each of the girl's sexual proclivities and boyfriends already. When Lisa asked each if they had eaten pussy, Meagan, Beth and Rhonda said NO and had no interest in trying that. Although Brittany and Stephanie had not done it, each expressed an interest in maybe trying it. Those 14 year old girls, soon to turn 15, were already on the pill and having sex. I thought they'd try and do anything! This year we had sponges, shampoo and shower gel to cleanup the girls. I manned the hose and sprayed Meagan and Beth with warm water. As Lisa and Ashley washed them, I rinsed them off. The 2 girls were released, given a towel and taken into the house. I knew they'd get the full treatment in a bed. Lisa told me that I had Brittany all to myself and would have to do the rest of her initiation outdoors. Lisa said that Brittany's cousin, Jackie, suggested that Brittany should be forced to come 4-5 times. I washed and rinsed Brittany's hair and body, with as hot a water temperature that she could stand, and then did some areas a 2nd time. Her hot little body was a warm pink color as I dried her off. I had just fingered Brittany's pussy and inserted a small vibrator inside her easy eager vagina, when Lisa and Ashley came out for Rhonda and Stephanie. Again, I manned the hose while Lisa and Ashley washed them off. When the 2 remaining girls were relatively clean, they were released and taken into the house. Lisa told me that I would have at least an hour to play with Brittany.

When I returned my attention to Brittany, she had clenched her legs together and was enjoying the low buzzing of the vibrator I had left in her. I wanted to thoroughly test her. I started by making out. No, not the inexperienced early teen making out, but deep prolonged kissing. I positioned my pussy up against hers. I wrapped one arm around her back crushing her tits against mine. My other arm went around her back and my hand went up to hold her head. We kissed long and hard. Within a few minutes, she was breathing heavily. I wouldn't let her come up for air. Instead, I held her in one long kiss after another. I sucked her tongue voraciously and fucked her mouth with my tongue. I never let her have more than a couple seconds to gasp in some air. After about 15 minutes, Brittany was in survival mode. She was mewing, almost whining continuously. She had surrendered and her mouth was open letting me plunder it at will. I ravaged her mouth for another 5 minutes or so, thinking she could take no more. When I finally broke it off, I noticed that the vibrator that had been inside Brittany's pussy was lying on the grass.

I got the largest vibrator of those left for me on the washtub tray up against the house. I kicked Brittany's legs apart and found pussy juices running down her thighs. The vibrator easily slipped into her love canal. I cranked it up to high and fucked her with it non-stop. While I sucked and gnawed and pulled her nipples, until they were close to being raw, Brittany had 2 enormous orgasms. Her legs quivered precariously and she moaned pitifully. NO MERCY, I said to myself. I wanted to see what she had. While I continued to fuck Brittany with the vibrator on high, I used my fingers to tease and stimulate her inflamed wanting clit until she had her 3rd orgasm. Brittany's 4th orgasm was not very long in coming. As she hung there, seemingly spent, her body convulsed uncontrollably and was covered in sweat. I removed the vibrator from her pussy and exchanged it for the pink 12" monster measuring dildo. When Brittany saw it, she screamed, "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO PUT THAT THING IN ME?!?!" I only smiled. It took a few pushes, but the monster dildo finally slid into Brittany's cunt. I worked it in, up to the 6" mark, and left it sit while I released the rope holding her wrists tied above her head. There was a picnic table in the shade on the other side of the Eucalyptus tree. I led Brittany over to the table, and she had to walk with the monster dildo inside her.

I sat her on the end of the picnic table, pushed her onto her back and tied her arms stretched overhead to one of the legs below the table's surface. Brittany looked a little apprehensive, but I said, "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." "I'm going to find out how big a cock you can take." I had her raise her legs and hold them back, with her knees bent, so that I could stand between them. I worked the monster dildo in and out a few times and was satisfied that Brittany was still providing plenty of lubrication. I pushed it deeper, 6",……7",…..8". Brittany was enjoying it, moaning gently and rocking her hips. "We're at 8" now," I said, "Let me know when it touches your cervix." I pushed the monster dildo in slowly now, 8-1/4",…..8-1/2",…..8-3/4",…..9". Brittany said, "THERE, I feel it touching something!" She seemed pleased, when I told her it went in a full 9"! How could a young 14 year old pussy take a 9" cock! As I pulled the monster dildo out of Brittany's pussy, the wanton girl moaned and whined, "Aren't you going to fuck me with it?" I had thought about it briefly, but decided that I didn't want to risk doing any damage to such a beautiful young 14 year old pussy. Instead, I thought, why not give her a little tease.

I held her thighs apart, bent over and gave Brittany's gaping wet pussy a sweet kiss. She gasped, but said nothing more as I licked her slit several times. MY GOD did that young pussy taste sweet! I teased her inner thighs and perineum, with my tongue, before returning to her pussy. Her pussy flower was totally unfurled and her love hole stared wide open, just waiting for my tongue. My saliva was not necessary. My tongue scooped up some of her oozing love juices prior to each lick of her pussy lips. Brittany had been gasping the whole time, too stunned to utter any other sounds or words. Everytime my tongue licked her, she gasped, I’m sure it was from the bewildering and delicious sensations she was experiencing. Her love hole was an inviting target, and after swirling my tongue around it for a couple minutes, I plunged it in. I tongue fucked Brittany for a few minutes and this got her hips thrusting and moans of pleasure finally escaped from her mouth. I noticed her swollen pink clit that seemed to twitch or throb at the rate of her heartbeat. I couldn't resist the urge to tease that beautiful sensitive nub. I withdrew my tongue from Brittany's vagina, without doing any probing for her g-spot, and gave her clit a few long slow licks. "Your initiation is over and you passed!" I announced as I stood up and kissed her fast and hard on her mouth, giving her a good taste of her own pussy juices. Brittany gasped out, "Aren't you going to make me come?" I just smiled and shook my head, no.

I untied the rope under the table that held her arms stretched over her head. I got her up and led her into the house by her bound wrists. We went into the kitchen, through the living room and into the 1st bedroom. Stephanie was tied naked and spread-eagle to the bed, and Ashley and Beth were working her over with a number of vibrators. I took Brittany into the bathroom, freed her bound wrists and told her to take her time showering. Once finished, she would find her clothes where she left them in the living room and get dressed. This year, as the initiators, Lisa, Ashley and I had to cleanup the house and put it back the way we found it. I went to the other bathroom, took a quick shower, without washing my hair, and cleaned the shower while I was in it. I fixed my hair and put on my makeup, and then cleaned the toilet (ugh) and bathroom sink. When I came out, I declared the bathroom clean and off limits. While Lisa, Rhonda and Beth had moved to the 1st bedroom and bathroom, I stripped the linens off the bed in the 2nd bedroom. I remade the bed with fresh linens and placed the used ones in the washing machine. Eventually, everyone was cleaned, showered and dressed, and the house was restored to the immaculate condition we found it in. Lisa dropped the key off at the restaurant on the way home. In my car, Brittany, Stephanie, Rhonda and I reminisced about the initiation all the way home.

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I want to take a little time to touch briefly on the important things in my life that occurred during my sophomore year, before delineating any more of my sexual adventures. I considered myself heterosexual, but experimented in more lesbian bondage sex games, many of which were of a clandestine incestuous nature. I kept myself involved in student government by running for Sophomore Class Vice President and winning. You might remember our somewhat odd, but fair, election rules where sophomore girls can only run for vice president and treasurer. The guys could run for president and secretary. Next year the office eligibility would reverse. I was told by those who counted the votes that I won by a large margin. Class vice president was probably the cushiest job, but it got me on the Student Council and would be something to add to my school transcript for college.

I could go on and on about our Swing Band, but indulge me through a few paragraphs. I genuinely liked school and did well in all my classes. However, Swing Band was the most fun I ever had during my last 3 years at high school. Despite being loads of fun and thoroughly enjoyable, Swing Band was, emotionally, the most rewarding activity that I participated in during my high school career. On the 3rd Monday of every month, buses rolled in packed with a variety of different people to hear and participate in our performances. By the spring of my sophomore year, the Swing Band concerts became so popular that they were expanded to twice a month. Our concerts were last period, but often ran over up to 30 minutes due to encores. Janitors set up chairs in the gym and an area was left open that would not obstruct anyone's view, for those who wanted or were able to dance to the songs. Our band director promoted us well and soon we had a waiting list of groups wanting to attend our concerts. This is the somewhat sad part of this story. Senior citizens in retirement or nursing homes often had little to do on a day to day basis. We weren't going to solve the problem of boredom in the lives of our retired or disabled elderly people. The best that we could do was to offer them a little diversion and entertainment in their otherwise boring and hum drum lives.

We attracted ambulatory patients from nursing homes and VA facilities, retirement homes, gated retirement communities, other senior citizen groups, VFW Lodges and even active members of our Armed Forces. Since most people attending were at least 60-65 years old, we primarily sang and performed Big Band songs, but we included popular songs right up to the 1980s. Our selection of music was tailored to the age of our audiences. While we did songs from at least 15 different Big Bands, there were 2 that we featured and had the most requests for: the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra with Frank Sinatra, Jo Stafford and the Pied Pipers, and the Glenn Miller Orchestra and his music from around the beginning of WWII, which was about the time The Modernaires joined up with Miller's Band. After Glenn Miller died in a plane crash near the end of WWII, Tex Beneke took over the band and the Modernaires recorded most of Glenn Miller's most popular songs, which previously were only instrumentals. We sang some of the popular songs of the post WWII era by such stars as: Teresa Brewer, Patti Page, Dinah Shore, Kay Starr, the Andrew Sisters, Nat King Cole, Tony Martin, Frank Sinatra, Perry Como, Bing Crosby, and the Ames Brothers to name a few. Folk music and rock 'n roll seemed to evolve around the same time and we did a few songs from such singers as: Bob Dylan, Peter, Paul & Mary and other popular folk music groups, as well as Bill Haley, Buddy Holly and Elvis Presley.

The Motown sound came along, as well as the British invasion of America, led by the Beatles. We had an endless supply of popular songs to perform that our audiences could sing along to. The Swing Band members got quite a music history lesson along the way. We were able to see video clips of the actual performances going back as far as about 1940. I built up quite a collection of CDs of the music we performed. Our trio mostly harmonized and sang together, but we each got to sing solos, either as part of a song or for an entire song. Depending on our audience, when the Band played long instrumental songs, such as Glenn Miller's "In The Mood," our trio would go down in the audience and dance with some of our guests. I think one of the most requested songs we got, year after year, was the Tommy Dorsey version of the song "Marie (the dawn is breaking)" in which our Trio sang the melody and 4 or 5 band members sang the counter melody.

Although my parents were born in the early 1960s, they remembered Johnny Mathis, and still had some old LPs of his stored away in our house. Celeste told me that the girls back then nicknamed him "Johnny Mattress," because his albums were classic makeout music! My fondest memory from my 3 years in Swing Band was when we had members of the US Military in the audience. There were always young single guys, whether they were new recruits off to boot camp or orderlies accompanying veterans from a VA facility. It was always setup in advance by the commanding officer, who gave the band leader a name. Our trio had 3 chairs on stage, where we sat when not singing. Somewhere in the middle of our performance I would put my chair out in the front center of the stage, walkover to the piano, where I found a card, and read the name of a Serviceman and beckoned him up on stage. Often, we could here the commanding officer say, "Keep your hands to yourself, soldier!" It was all great fun designed to embarrass the soldier. I sat him on the chair and then sat on his lap! With a hand mic, I put my other arm around his neck and shamelessly flirted with him while I sang a love song to him. The Servicemen in the audience hooted and whistled and clapped. The poor guys always turned some shade of red in their faces. I had 2 simple Johnny Mathis love songs from the early 1960s that I sang, each accompanied only by a piano, strumming guitar and a few woodwinds playing softly in the background. Maybe you know these songs? My favorite was "It's Not For Me To Say," and the other was "Chances Are." Well, either I've bored you to death or brought back a few memories? Back to my story…..

The cheerleaders started selling their mini-posters in the sophomore locker hall on the 2nd day of school, Tuesday, August 29, even though Lisa's ad didn't appear in the school paper until Friday of that week. It was different that year, because kids could buy a poster of their favorite cheerleader, and the school wide excitement of having a model in their midsts had faded. Although, I did notice a little carryover from some guys I didn't know, who wanted posters of the model. Virtually all our sales were to freshmen and sophomore guys. However, I guess it was the thing for upperclassmen to try and date sophomore girls, so some of them bought posters and also tried to hit on us. About 50 guys bought the entire set of all 8 of us for $20.00. I had about 20-25 guys who wanted 2 posters of me (maybe one for his locker and one for his room at home?), and the other girls had a few similar request. Instead of $3.00 each, we sold them at 2 for $5.00. When our sale was over, I sold 250 posters. Lisa and Ashley each sold somewhat less than that. Our 2 freshmen cheerleaders were, of course, popular with freshmen guys and did quite well. Meagan, Beth and Rhonda were not as well known among the sophomores and sold the fewest. We wound up selling a little over 1200 posters, but not all sold at $3.00 each. After costs and other expenses, we made a little under $2,000.00 profit. It was decided to split that profit equally among the 8 of us no matter how many posters each girl sold.

God, there was so much free time in the summer for bondage sex parties and getting laid. When school started, I had to cut way back. Besides school, I had nightly homework, my part-time work for the Family Foundation, Cheerleading and after school practice, and our Swing Band trio, plus some of the musicians, would occasionally stay after school to practice. The JV cheerleaders were expected to show their support and attend the 5 Varsity home football games, but that pretty much shot the night for any other action. However, when the Varsity football team played away on Friday nights, the JV cheerleaders would play with our boyfriends. As the months passed away, more kids got their driver's licenses and cars. This greatly reduced their dependence on me for rides. Few girls got cars of their own, but had to compete for use of one of the family cars. However, it seemed that as every guy turned 16, he got a car. Unless he lived in The Heights, he got a 5-10 year old car, or sometimes even older. The guys were forever working on their cars and kept them polished and clean.

We made good use of our free time for sex. On those 5 Friday nights that fall, when the Varsity played away, we always double dated. Sometimes there were 3 couples, or even 4. Everyone liked movies and we went to the earliest evening showing, even 5:00, 5:30 or 6:00 PM, and then stop somewhere for a relatively cheap sit-down dinner. This left us several hours to go to someone's house (often mine) to play and get laid. It worked out a little better during the somewhat longer basketball season. None of our guys were on the basketball team, but the cheerleaders always had 1 Friday night or 1 Saturday night game to attend each weekend. Sunday afternoons were always reserved for some 1 on 1, 2 on 1, or 2 on 2 bondage sex games. The guys quickly adapted to the new tying techniques and the padded ankle and wrist cuffs. The other girls bought some of this equipment with part of their poster profits. It was certainly more comfortable for us. The quality of the sex got much better as the school year went on. I started inviting a guy over on a school night for a couple hours of lovemaking, without any ropes. There was a lot of mutual kissing and touching and caressing. The guys really liked my shaved pussy and spent extra time stroking the areas down there that would normally have hair. As the sex got better, I got more excited and had better orgasms. While the quantity of my orgasms may have diminished, their quality was definitely better. There was a lot of cuddling and talking between lovemaking.

I think that by the end of sophomore year I had decided that Brian and Ryan were my favorite guys to play with and have sex with. Lisa had Tyler. Ashley had Rob. Beth and Rhonda had Eric and Brandon. Meagan had Brad, and our 2 freshmen cheerleaders, Stephanie and Brittany, were still sleeping their way through the freshmen on the football team. However, whenever 2 or more sophomore couples got together, all the guys would play and have sex with all the girls.

Football Parties –

Our first football game of the season was an away game on Saturday, September 9, 2000, against our arch rivals. After the game, my spirits were devastated. Brian got hurt and would be out 2-3 weeks. We didn't just lose. We were pounded and humiliated 49-0! All the guys were in a gloomy foul mood at the party that night. Music was playing, but few people danced. More guys than usual were out on the patio drinking beer. I had no idea how the team was going to turn it around for next week and the rest of the season. Before people had a chance to go home, Lisa turned off the music and got everyone's attention. She really lit into the football team and told them to stop wallowing around in their own self loathing. She announced that after every game they won the rest of the season, the cheerleaders would reward them at the party after the game. She made it clear that an equal number of outstanding offensive and defensive players would be rewarded. With that, she left everyone hanging there, with no further explanation, and the cheerleaders left the party. I had no idea what Lisa was planning, and she told us that she'd reveal her plan after the first game we won. The following Saturday afternoon we played at home, but lost 21-7. A touchdown, with about 4 minutes left in the game, saved us from being shutout 2 weeks in a row. There was no cheerleader reward that night at the party, but the team seemed to be in better spirits and thought the team was coming together.

We finally won a game the 3rd week of the season at home. It was a hard fought 14-6 victory and the team would be expecting their reward that night at the party. In our locker room after the game, Lisa had a list and revealed her plan. Our freshmen cheerleaders, Stephanie and Brittany, would be the guinea pigs and 1st "volunteers." Stephanie and Brittany would be taken to the party blindfolded, ballgagged and with their wrists cuffed behind their backs. Their gags would be removed and each girl would have to slow dance with about 10 guys. The guys could makeout with them and feel them up. After the dancing, each girl would have to suck off 3 guys from Lisa's best performers list. Stephanie and Brittany were fine with this and thought it would be a lot of fun. Actually, we all thought it was a great idea. There were untold numbers of kids at school who had undoubtedly heard stories and rumors about the sexual games we played, but probably no more than 30-35 kids had actually witnessed any of this. The entire JV football team never attended any of these parties. Maybe an average of 50 guys, and about 25 girls, were at each party. While the parties were held in private homes, and not out in public, we were playing our games to a larger audience.

As we left after the game, Lisa shouted into the guy's locker room reminding them to be at the party no later than 8:30 PM. After dinner and getting dressed, I was at Lisa's by 8:00 PM in my car. Each of us had a pair of padded leather cuffs, ballgag and blindfold. We picked up Stephanie and Brittany. They looked so hot and sexy dressed as twins. They wore loafers, white knee socks, a short blue and white plaid pleated skirt and soft snug white short sleeved silk blouse. They had their own padded leather wrist cuffs. When we got to the party house, Lisa and I opened the back doors of my car and cuffed and gagged the girls. Ashley pulled up in her car with the other cheerleaders. As soon as we got inside the house we blindfolded the 2 girls. The cheerleaders walked into the entertainment room, with Lisa and Ashley guiding Stephanie and Brittany, to a roar of approval from the football team. Lisa explained that 10 guys from the offense and 10 guys from the defense would get to dance one song, with one of the bound girls, and could makeout and have free feelies above the waist. To me, this wasn't anything new and we had played it years earlier, but the guys seemed to approve. They were more excited, when Lisa announced that after the dancing. Each girl would give blowjobs to 3 guys. The CD of contemporary slow songs was started, the girl's gags were removed and Lisa and Ashley designated the guys to be rewarded with a dance.

I found Brian. His bruised ribs were pretty well healed, but he still wore a rib pad held in place with a wrapped ace bandage. He hadn't played in the game that afternoon and was still occasionally taking pain meds prescribed by the team's Doc. He was in good spirits, but acted like he was a little out of it, from his meds. Brian just put his hands on my hips and I put my arms around his neck, but I barely pressed my body against his. I could tell it was his pain meds when he sang parts of his favorite songs, along with me, while we danced. Otherwise, we talked and just kissed a little. It looked like Stephanie and Brittany were having a good time. They were smiling and talking with each other between dances. When the CD ended, both girls looked like they had been well kissed and felt up. Their fresh silk blouses were wrinkled and mostly pulled out of their skirt's waistbands. Lisa had planned to take the girls to a bedroom for their blowjobs. However, each girl insisted she wanted to do them right there on the dance floor in front of everyone. And so it was to be. Still within the confines of a private home, but with a pretty good audience, a new precedent was set and Stephanie and Brittany got on their knees and each gave 3 guys great BJs.

We won our game the following week and it was Beth's and Rhonda's turn to endure the gauntlet of 10 feel 'em up dances and give 3 blowjobs. The lucky guys who were chosen to dance with Beth couldn't wait to get their hands on her big boobs. Rhonda was the shyest and quietest of the cheerleaders and it would do her good to get in the fray and have some fun. Our team lost the next 2 weeks in a row. Only one of the teams was really a better opponent. I thought that the other loss good be attributed just as easily to bad luck or bad coaching. Our record was now 2-4, with 4 games left. Lisa had said that she didn't want Ashley and her to be bound at the same time. Therefore, when the team won its next game, Ashley and I would be the ones who were bound next. On October 24, 2000, we won our 3rd game of the year in our 7th week of the season. During the week prior to that game, there were some rumors floating around about some girls challenging the cheerleaders. We heard nothing more than that. Knowing that I would be bound and dancing with 10 guys that night, and making out and getting felt up, I dressed after dinner in heels, a 10" skirt from the Hollywood boutique, pushup bra and tight black sweater. Lisa had picked up Ashley, and right in my driveway she cuffed and gagged Ashley and me, and settled us in the backseat. We stopped to get Meagan on the way to the party. Beth was driving by now and picked up the rest of the cheerleaders. After we parked and got inside the house, Ashley and I were blindfolded. There was no roar of approval as we were led inside. Instead, there was a hushed silence and some verbal exchanges in low voices. I grunted the safety word and my blindfold and gag were removed. I wanted to see what was going on.

I've never said that the cheerleaders were the hottest sexiest girls in our class, but I have said we were among the girls thought of as such. I have this 10% theory. We have a class of 500+ kids, about half of whom were girls. My theory was that about 10% of any high school class of girls were considered the hottest sexiest of the lot, or in the case of our class, about 25+. We were being challenged. Four really cute girls stood in front of us in their bras and skirts. They had rope and blindfolds, and were willing to do what we were going to do, except in their bras. This was a dare! I didn't hesitate a moment. I turned to Lisa and said in a loud voice, "WE'LL DO IT TOPLESS!" We couldn't let anyone show up the cheerleaders! The girls gasped and the whole football team cheered. I knew all of these other 4 girls. They weren't among my closest friends, but I liked them all and got along with each of them. As the other cheerleaders un-cuffed Ashley and me, stripped us topless, and re-cuffed our hands behind our backs, I asked the 4 challenging girls what they were going to do. One girl backed down and put her blouse back on. However, the other 3 girls peeled off their bras and said they would join us.

Lisa managed to take control even though some of the guys were still cheering and whistling. The cheerleaders bound and blindfolded the 3 girls and Ashley and I were blindfolded again. The math was easy. There were about 50 football players there and 5 bound girls. Every guy would get a dance with one of the bound topless girls. We were scattered around the dance floor, and Lisa told the guys to line up in front of the girl they wanted to dance with. A mad scramble ensued and Lisa had to remind the guys that only 10 guys could be in line for any one girl. I heard some scuffling in front of me and imagined that the sophomores were cutting in line or pushing the freshmen back. The music finally began and the dancing started. Quickly, the songs and the guys blurred for me from one to the next. The first 5 or 6 guys, at least, were civil. We made out most of the time, but my bare titties and nipples were thoroughly felt, prodded, diddled and tweaked. The last guys did less making out and more rough play with my tits. They were squeezed hard and pushed all over my chest. My nipples were pinched hard and twisted and stretched. I suspected the last few guys were inexperienced naive freshmen.

I had to get down on my knees and do 3 blowjobs. I knew the first was Brian, whose bruised ribs had healed and he was back playing full time. He asked me how I was doing, before I began on him, and I gave him a super slow wet BJ for the onlookers to wish for. The other 2 cocks were on the small side and both guys shot their wads pretty quickly. As soon as I finished, I asked that my blindfold be removed, but I left my wrists cuffed behind my back, as a badge of honor. The first thing I did was to find the 3 girls who had played the game with us. They were just finishing up their blowjobs. I asked them how they were doing and told them that they had a lot of guts to do that in front of everyone. Two of them said they were a little scared at first, but had no idea how much fun it would be. They would become more popular in their circle of friends and had earned my respect. As girls who had gone through the same experience will do, we gave each other a group tit-to-tit hug and a kiss on the cheek. Next, I found my boyfriends, one by one, and gave each a big long kiss and let them hold me or feel me up or dance with me to the music, which had resumed playing. Finally, I got the cuffs off and got dressed. It was a huge success! Ashley told me that she wished she had thought of that countermove to up the ante on those girls, and the rest of the cheerleaders congratulated me on my move. The cheerleaders had reasserted their influence and Dominance over the freshmen-sophomore class social scene. New precedents had been set for party games. My move was talked about for weeks.

We lost our game the following week, but on the 9th Saturday of the season, we won our 4th game. At the party the night after the game, Lisa and Meagan were the bound topless girls. Six other sophomore girls went topless and joined the near bedlam. The football players were so confident the next week that they vowed to win and that all girls attending the after game party would have to go topless and give blowjobs. A late 4th quarter fumble led to a touchdown and broke a 28-28 tie, and we LOST!!! We finished the football season with a miserable 4-6 record, but sure had a lot of fun along the way. That final party of the football season promised to be a blowjob orgy, but it never happened. Our sex games remained private, in one sense; to a group of about 75 kids who witnessed everything take place in a private home. However, everyone was talking about it all over school.

My First Kidnapping –

All of my girlfriends and boyfriends knew that I liked to be "captured" as part of playing a bondage sex game, as well as enduring a little pain and being "forced" to perform certain sexual acts. I had actually partially developed several of these games in which I was the "knowing eager victim." In truth, they were little more than a child's hide 'n seek game, followed by discovery (capture) and the rest of the game. At the time, little else could be done to fulfill my fantasies. No one had a car and couldn't/wouldn't simply "snatch" me from my home and spirit me away. Now, we had driver's licenses and cars. All that changed on Friday, November 17, 2000. Football season was over and the cheerleaders had a break in their schedules until after December 1st. I had a triple date setup with Beth and Meagan on the next Saturday with 3 guys, including Ryan and his limo, in which we would have sex in the afternoon, without ropes, go out to a movie and dinner, and return to play some bondage sex games. On Friday, Ashley picked me up around 7:00 PM on the way to Lisa's. We had no dates and were thinking of maybe going to a movie, or doing some shopping, or just cruise around. It was one of those dumb "Well, I dunno, what do you wanna do?" situations, when we settled in at Lisa's. Ashley read the movie times from the newspaper, but no one was enthusiastic about any of the movies showing at the mall's multiplex theatre. Out of the blue, Lisa said, "Let's tie-up Christine."

Well, I was always up for a little bondage sex play and I let them. Lisa used her padded leather wrist cuffs and they secured my hands behind my back. I was blindfolded; ballgagged and ankle cuffs were buckled on. Immediately, they walked me out of the living room, through the kitchen and out into the garage. I heard car doors open and I was pushed/helped face down on the backseat. One of them went to the other side of the car and used the lap belt to secure my upper body in place. The other lap belt was used to hold down my thighs. Then, my ankle cuffs were clipped together and I was hogtied. It took only a couple minutes to render me completely helpless in the backseat. The car started and we were off. I had no idea where we were going, but I hoped it would be a place where I would get fucked. They wouldn't drop me off at some stranger's house, would they? I was lost after about the 3rd turn. We drove around for maybe 15 minutes, zigging and zagging all over town. We could have been going right back to Lisa's. Finally we pulled into an inclined driveway and into a garage. I heard the garage door closing. When the car's doors were opened, I heard a bunch of girls softly giggling and shushing each other.

My hogtie was undone and the ankle cuff's clip was removed. The lap belts were unfastened and I don't know how many hands pushed and pulled me backwards out of the car. The garage door reopened. "Have fun playing with Christine girls," I heard Ashley say, "And remember she likes to be spanked!" This was followed by Lisa saying, "We'll pick Christine up at 11:30 PM." Lisa started up her car and they were gone leaving me with an unknown number of giggling girls whose hands were already roaming over my body. As the garage door closed, I was hustled into the house. I guessed I was standing in the center of a large room. My ankle cuffs were clipped together so that I couldn't move. Hands again roamed over my body and under my skirt. From a voice I didn't recognize, "Christine, your friends said that you would enjoy playing with us for a few hours, so let's have some fun!" My ballgag was removed. What followed was a series of long wet teasing kisses with a lot of tongue. First, I tasted cherry lipstick, then strawberry, then mint, then cinnamon, then orange, and finally some cherry mint lipstick. I was standing there gasping for breath. I still had no idea where I was or who these girls were. Could there be 6 of them. Someone used a moist paper towel to clean off my lipstick smeared face. With the efficiency of a well trained military unit, I was freed of my bonds, stripped totally naked and re-bound with my ankles again clipped together.

The hands were back caressing my body all over. My tits and nipples were lovingly played with, until my nipples were rock hard and tingling, and some fingers probed between my legs. I was enjoying this too much to say anything and knew I was already wet. Someone rubbed some spicy smelling liquid all over my boobs. This was followed by the first smack of a hand spanking my ass. There was no rhythm to it, just sporadic stinging blows. As my butt stung and burned, my pussy started to tingle and throb. My breasts were beginning to get hot and my nipples prickled. They must have applied some kind of hot sauce to my tits. When the spanking was over my butt was appropriately sore. They made me kneel on the carpeted floor. I waited for what would happen next. I thought maybe I heard the sounds of the girls taking off their clothes. Then, I heard the unmistakable sounds of numerous vibrators, followed shortly by soft moans. These girls were lying on the floor all around me getting themselves off with their vibrators. Shortly after one of them came, her vibrator was nudged into my mouth. That same unrecognizable voice said, "Lick it clean and suck it." I did that and got a good taste of the girl's pussy juices. I guess I didn't hear one of the other girls come, because the 1st girl was fucking my mouth with her vibrator and I was sucking it hard. The 1st vibrator was withdrawn and a 2nd wet dripping vibrator was shoved into my mouth. I sucked that one until the next girl had come at least once and shoved her vibrator in my mouth. This was eventually followed by a 4th.

I had tasted the pussy juices of 4 different girls, but still didn't know who they were. My tits felt like they might be glowing red from whatever kind of hot sauce they put on them. I was beginning to think they might be the girls who challenged the cheerleaders at one of the football parties where I made my topless move? They got me to my feet, unclipped my ankle cuffs and walked me through the house to another room. I was held against the edge of a table. Slowly they bent me over and my tits were plunged into bowls of ice water positioned on the table. This sure put out the fire in my tits. My legs were spread and fingers started probing my pussy. I was pretty hot and horny by then and their fingers easily slid inside me. Just as one of them started finger fucking me, she pulled out and ice cubes were inserted into my hot pussy. SMACK, SMACK, I was getting paddled! Even though someone firmly held me down, with every blow to my ass the table shook a little and some ice water sloshed out of the bowls and splashed over my chest. I was pretty sure that I was bent over a ping pong table and they were using the paddles on my butt. As with any spanking/paddling, the blows really stung at first, but I quickly got used to the pain and it settled into a steady burning sensation. However, this pain transferred to my nearby pussy and caused it to tingle and throb. The melting ice, along with my pussy juices, were pouring out of my cunt and running down my legs. When they finished, I had received quite a sound spanking and figured my ass would be red and sor for hours.

I was a dripping sticky mess when they stood me up. Ice water ran off my tits and down my front to join the mixture running down my legs. Some girls brought towels and wiped me dry from tits to toes. I heard a clanking metal sound from about 10'-15' away. I recognized that sound. Metal weights were being slid onto a barbell in a weight stand. When I was dried off, they walked me across the room and bent me over a bar. It was the bar in the weight stand and was undoubtedly loaded with a ton of weights at each end, because it didn't budge. A low buzzing vibrator easily slid into my pussy. One of the giggling girls fucked me with it for a little while until I started to get worked up. When it was removed, it was replaced by a fatter longer faster buzzing vibrator. While my pussy was being fucked by the 2nd vibrator, some of the action shifted to my front. The 1st vibrator was thrust into my moaning mouth. "SUCK IT," was the 2 word command from a somewhat familiar voice. Someone also started playing with my dangling boobs. Simultaneously, one girl fucked my twat with a vibrator, another girl fucked my mouth with a vibrator and a 3rd girl diddled my tits. And, of course, they wouldn't let me come. After awhile, a 3rd faster even larger vibrator was rammed into my pussy. I had licked the 2nd vibrator clean of my pussy juices and it was fucking my mouth and regularly buried in my throat. While underneath me, one of the girls was sucking my nipples. I was moaning constantly and thrust my hips back at that vibrator in my pussy. They had me so worked up and frustrated. I was getting so close to coming, but it obviously wasn't time for me to come yet.

The 3rd vibrator was removed and replaced by a fatter non-vibrating dildo. The vibe that just came out of my pussy was plunged into my mouth before I could say a word. Then I heard it, "Don't go any deeper than 8-1/2," and it all came together for me in an instant. It was Stephanie's voice. I was with Stephanie and Brittany, our 2 freshmen cheerleaders. They had the cheerleader's 12" monster pink dildo and were going to fuck me with it. I couldn't say anything because my mouth was being fucked with a pretty big vibrator. The monster was pushed deep inside me. I felt so full that I thought I might burst. Fuck me they did. It started slowly and gradually picked up speed. As the monster went faster and faster, it drove deeper and deeper into the very depths of my being. I screamed as I was released and succumbed to my 1st badly needed orgasm. While my body shivered and spasmed the monster kept driving in and out of my twat. It brought me to an even higher level, and I crashed into an orgasmic ecstasy that I had seldom achieved. I barely remember the girls helping me, but found myself sitting on the end of a padded bench. I'm not sure how long it took me to recover. My wrists were still cuffed and crossed in the small of my back. Eventually, they pushed me onto my back. Ropes were wrapped around my breasts and the bench, and around my waist and the bench, holding me firmly down. My legs were brought up and frog-tied. I just held them up and spread, exposing my still fiery pussy. I said, "Stephanie, take off my blindfold." They all burst into laughter, but my blindfold was removed.

I was tied down to a short padded weightlifting bench used to do bench presses and other exercises. Stephanie asked me when I knew, and I said that I didn't know for sure until the monster dildo. There was Stephanie and Brittany, our freshmen cheerleaders, and their friends Carole and Yoshi. Yoshi had moved to our school district from Japan at the start of the year. These girls were 14 and 15 years old. Yoshi had apparently come to the US as an experienced rug muncher (There had to be a story there) and was going to teach the other girls how to eat pussy using my dripping cunt. Although they still giggled nervously, our cheerleaders seem eager, but Carole appeared a bit apprehensive. Yoshi bent down and licked my pussy, tasted my juices and smiled. She told the others to take a lick. One by one the other 3 did. Nobody showed a prune face or threw up. Yoshi took 3 long licks and told the others to do the same. They did. This was going to be fun! Yoshi told the other girls that she was going to show them how she eats pussy and explained exactly what she was going to do. She knelt and I spread my legs more. She used a lot of saliva to lick my inner thighs and my perineum, before even going for my pussy. Rather than just kiss my pussy, Yoshi kinda slurped it. Then she seriously got to work. My pussy lips were already wide open and engorged, but they got licked thoroughly. Yoshi's little tongue darted in and out of my love hole like a snake's tongue. Although the girls crowded around to watch, it was, of course, difficult to see exactly what Yoshi was doing. Before I realized it, I was gasping and moaning, and Yoshi had her lips around my clit. She stretched it and sucked it and flicked it with the tip of her tongue until I had an amazing orgasm.

It was never clear why Brittany had waited this long, because I gave her a little pussy licking tease at the cheerleader initiation back in August. Nevertheless, she definitely wanted to go first and get at my pussy. She seemed to be a natural and paid attention to the ways my body responded to what she did with her tongue. After I came, the 2 cheerleaders insisted that Carole do me next. She was nervous and hesitant, but started licking. You can't go very far wrong in the early stages, if you just keep licking. Yoshi gave Carole a little help, "Lick around her hole and then plunge in!" "Use your tongue to explore Christine's hole and then tongue fuck her until you get her really excited. Even if I was NOT a willing participant, if someone was playing and stimulating my pussy, there will always come a point where my body would betray me and I would respond to the stimulation. I couldn't help it and pretty soon Carole's tongue fucking had me bucking my hips and moaning. Yoshi piped up, "She's about ready." "You can lick or suck her clit, or do both, and tease it a little if you want, before making her come." Carole flicked and teased my clit for awhile, and then sucked it until I came. Brittany straddled the bench and squatted down so her pussy was over my mouth. I started licking her pussy and Stephanie started licking me. I found out back in August that it takes a bit of concentration on my part to keep up a steady licking rhythm on one girl's pussy, while another girl constantly distracted you while she ate your pussy. I got Brittany to come first and then enjoyed the orgasm Stephanie gave me.

While Brittany and Stephanie untied my frog-tied legs and freed me from the weightlifting bench, I saw the head signals and mouthed words they exchanged. As soon as I was free, they pounced on Carole and tied her up. Brittany winked at Yoshi and said, "We're going to take Christine up to my room, and you can play with Carole here." They escorted me through the house, up the stairs and into Brittany's bedroom. She stripped the bedspread, blanket and top sheet off her queen sized bed. They sat me on the edge of the bed and pushed me onto my back. I still had the ankle cuffs on and they used the D-ring to tie a rope to the foot posts of the bed, stretching my legs into an almost full splits position. Stephanie climbed onto the bed, straddled my face and pushed her pussy against my mouth. I started licking. Damned if Stephanie's young pussy didn't taste a little sweeter and fresher than Brittany's. Brittany knelt at the foot of her bed. She had both hands on my quivering thighs and her face buried in my pussy. I mentally concentrated on Stephanie's pussy and left my cunt to Brittany. Stephanie was a sensitive responsive Subject, and even before I got my tongue inside her vagina she was moaning softly. I plunged my tongue inside her and started exploring. I soon found her g-spot prominently standing out for me. I tongue fucked her and got a nice rhythm going with Stephanie rocking up and down against my tongue. I stopped and she moaned. I buried my tongue in her twat and found her g-spot again. I simply rubbed it with the tip of my tongue until she shrieked and came. I got a mouthful of her pussy juices, some of which splashed out over my face from the force of her ejaculation, but Stephanie seemed totally bewildered and didn't know what happened.

My attention was quickly drawn to Brittany's tongue and what it was doing to me. I was vaguely aware that she had done all the preliminary licking and tongue fucked me a little. However, her tongue was circling my clit and occasionally flicked it. I was ready to come at anytime, but Brittany seemed aware that Stephanie had just come. She teased my swollen clit for at least another 5 minutes, before letting me come. The girls switched positions and there was an almost identical replay of the previous session. While I licked at Brittany's pussy, the idea of having a cheerleader's pussy eating party popped into my mind. However, before that could happen, Meagan, Beth and Rhonda would have to be converted into beaver eaters. I found Brittany's g-spot and rubbed it with my tongue until she yelped and squirted a load of pussy juices into my mouth and all over my face. Stephanie had already made me come. Brittany asked Stephanie to go check on Yoshi and Carole and bring my clothes up to her room, because she wasn't quite finished with me. When Stephanie had left, Brittany climbed on top of me. She kissed me deeply several times and thanked me for letting them play with me. I really didn't have much choice except to use the safeword, but I had so much fun that I never would have done that. The night had been a perfect combination of "forced" "rough" bondage sex games, with me as the target, and some good pussy eating fun. So, I replied that I had a lot of fun and maybe we should do something like it in a few months.

Brittany kissed and sucked my nipples and kissed her way right down to my pussy. She used her fingers to stretch open my pussy lips even further, before she tongued and sucked them, This was followed by a searing kiss to my open pussy. Then, Brittany plunged her tongue into my already hot gaping love hole. I was so turned on from the 2 of them eating my pussy that I could come at any moment. I think Brittany realized this, because, despite my mews and hip gyrations, she tongue fucked me ever so slowly. My groans and gasps must have signaled Brittany that I was desperate to come. She easily found my g-spot and made me come. She wasn't prepared for the volume and force of my squirting pussy juices. She had pulled back a bit too soon and I saw my pussy juices running down her face and front when she stood up. My legs were untied and my wrist cuffs were removed. Brittany and I went into her large 2 sink bathroom to cleanup. My clothes were on the bed when I came out of the bathroom. As I was getting dressed, Lisa and Ashley showed up about 10 minutes early. Lisa was on her cell phone and handed it to me saying, "Ask your mother if you can spend the night at my house." It was fine with Celeste, but Nels wanted to talk with me about the Foundation work I was doing. I said I'd be home by 11:00 AM and reminded her of my big date with Ryan and the limo and some other kids Saturday afternoon, but said that I would be home all day Sunday. After I finished dressing, Lisa secured my wrists into the padded leather cuffs behind my back. We paraded through the house saying goodbye to everyone. They were all still naked and Carole was still tied up. Maybe they would be playing and eating pussy the rest of the night?

Afterwards –

In Lisa's car, I was just buckled into the back seat. Lisa and Ashley told me that they hooked up with Brian and Rob at the mall and played with them for a couple hours at Lisa's house. I told them of my idea for a cheerleader's pussy eating party, but that they would have to work on Meagan, Beth and Rhonda. As we pulled into Lisa's driveway, she exclaimed, "OH SHIT, my mom is still up!" I could see lights in the upstairs bedroom and the rec room. Lisa said that she'd park in the garage and smuggle me into the rec room via the side entrance through the kitchen. After we got out of the car, Ashley buckled the ballgag securely in my mouth. They walked me through the kitchen, out into a dark hall and into the lighted rec room. And,……….there was Lisa's mom, Anne. She sat reading a magazine, clad only in a long t-shirt that barely covered her twat with her legs crossed, and flip-flops. She rhetorically asked, "What do you girls have there?" Then, she simply stated, "You brought Christine back here to play with her." The nearly speechless Lisa could only respond, "Christine's Mom gave her permission to spend the night here." Anne asked, "Can I play too?" What could anyone say? Ashley had been dying for a pussy eating party ever since Lisa and I introduced it to her back in August. She knew of Lisa's and my incestuous experience with our mothers around the same time. The 3 of them un-gagged me, stripped me naked and had me re-cuffed in only a few minutes. Once I was secured, there was a little silent mother-daughter communication and they descended on Ashley. In little more than a few minutes they had the unresisting Ashley totally naked and bound with the ropes used to secure me in the back seat of Lisa's car.

Ashley and I were sat in chairs. Lisa ate my pussy and Anne ate out Ashley. When we finished, Ashley and I were down on our knees. The somewhat unpracticed Ashley found her head being held between Anne's spread legs and was licking Anne's pussy. Lisa sat on a sofa and leaned way back, with her legs up and spread. While still bound, I had to crawl on my knees to Lisa and eat her out. There were no other sex toys in the rec room except the ballgag, one pair of leather cuffs and a couple pieces of rope. Anne suggested, "Why don't you take Ashley up to your room, Lisa, and play with your new toys?" "I'll take Christine up to my bedroom." We all headed upstairs. Just before Anne and I went into her bedroom Anne called out, "We'll see you girls in the morning for a late breakfast." Anne's bedroom suite was somewhat like my parent's. There was a sitting area, small work area and a beautiful four-poster king sized bed. Anne immediately stripped off the bedcovers, sat on its edge and made me kneel and lick her out. Although I had no idea what to expect next, what happened completely floored me. Anne freed me, went to a chest in her walk-in closet and told me to lay the sex toys out on the table. She handed me a blindfold, ballgag, padded leather cuffs, a single fixed strap-on, a double strap-on, with assorted vibrators and dildos, a pile of soft cotton ropes in 2 different diameters and a suede flogger!

Anne grabbed the flogger and told me to turn around. She just flicked her wrist and hit my ass a few times, asking me, "How does that feel?" It was just like a light prickly sting and I said, "OK." She explained that the flogger covered a larger area than a spanking by hand, could be used on areas that one wouldn't spank by hand, and cumulatively was a more even and erotic form of turn on punishment for those who got turned on by a little pain. She handed me the flogger and told me to try it on her. I gave her nice ass and the backs of her thighs a few flicks of my wrist. Of course I could have taken a full swing and it would have been pretty painful, but Anne said that was perfect. She said that she liked to be flogged to the point that an area turns bright rosy red and not an "angry" red. Here was the shocker. Anne said that she wanted me to dominate her for as long as I wanted. I should tie her up, flog her and fuck her as many times as I wanted with any of the toys. MY GOD, I asked myself, could I do this? In front of me stood a naked blond blue-eyed gorgeous woman and the mother of my best friend. I didn't have much interaction with her last August when Lisa and I were introduced to pussy eating, new sex toys and bondage sex games. I think she was a year younger than my Mom, pushing 40, but to look at her, others might easily think she was 25-30. I caught myself staring at her beautiful tits. My Mom was a 36C, and Anne's appeared a little bigger at a full 36C. They were perfect orbs with absolutely no sign of age sag. Her areolas were bright pink against the faded tan of her usually creamy white skin. Her pink taut nipples had already darkened a few shades from increased bloodflow. I couldn't get them out of my mind.

I took a piece of the thicker rope and tied her hands behind her back, just as Anne and Celeste had taught me last August. After that, I blindfolded her and tied her elbows together. Again, my eyes were drawn to her gorgeous tits that now stood proudly thrust outwards. I wished there were rubber bands. It would have been so much simpler. I had no idea what I was doing, but I took a piece of the thinner rope. I made Anne bend forward until her breasts hung off her chest. Leaving about 2' of excess rope, I wound 3 or 4 turns of the rope around the base of her left tit and knotted it at the top of her boob. Leaving the 2' of excess rope dangle for now, I looped the long end of the rope over the back of her neck, and wound 3-4 turns around the base of Anne's right tit, cinching it tight on the top of her breast. I had about 3' of rope left. The 2' of excess rope from her left breast were drawn up behind her neck and knotted securely to the excess 3' from the right breast. Two magnificent perfect globes called to me to play with them. They felt so wonderfully firm when I squeezed them. I played with her breasts and nipples for quite a long time, watching them turn from light to dark pink. I caressed the rest of Anne's body and decided to see how we were doing. Two fingers easily slipped into her warm wet pussy eliciting the first moan from Anne. I made her suck her pussy juices off my fingers. When I sucked her nipples, her heavy breathing and little gasps turned to constant moans. With some serious sucking, I drew her nipples out to where they were about 1" long.

Anne had licked her lips and her mouth was moist and slightly open. I kissed her and she hungrily returned my kiss. I let Anne take the lead in what turned out to become a wild torrid makeout session, which I had to break off, because it was getting to hot for me. GOD could that woman kiss! One last check of her pussy with my fingers brought a gasp and moan, and confirmed for me that Anne was ready. I put on her single fixed strap-on. It was an ugly vicious looking 2" thick 8"-9" long curved phallus with a big penis like head and large bumps along its shaft. I guided Anne over to the bed. When her knees touched the side, I said, "Up on the bed." She climbed onto the bed and scrambled on her knees a few feet, before settling into a position that I had never used. It must have been one that she was very familiar with or preferred. Her head and shoulders were against the mattress. Her knees and legs were spread wide apart and her ass was high in the air.  I climbed on the bed after her, rammed that ugly dildo all the way into her cunt and relentlessly pounded her pussy until she came. Anne is mostly a moaner. The closer she gets to orgasm, the faster and louder the moans, except that when she is just about to come, she switches and gasps "yes, yes, Yes, YES, YES!" 

I turned her over onto her back and shoved the dildo into her pussy. Again, I was dazzled by her breasts. Because they were bound, they could not collapse on her chest. Instead, she lay on her bound arms and her reddening tits pointed magnificently upwards, reminding me of the pointed bulbous shapes at the tops of Moslem minarets. I couldn't resist and had to stop and play with them and suckle her nipples. Then, I fucked her again until she came. I sat her up and untied her breast bindings and pushed her back down. It was my turn now. Facing her feet, my pussy was pressed to Anne's mouth. While she ate my pussy, I massaged and diddled her tits, which were rapidly returning to their normal color. There was no break for Anne. She was next up on her feet standing in the center of the room. I untied her wrists and buckled a pair of padded leather wrist cuffs on them and then untied her elbows. I, also, put ankle cuffs on her. There was a good selection of vibrators and dildos to go with the double strap-on. I selected a modest 1-3/4" X 7" flexible penis vibrator, mounted it, turned it on to low, worked it into my pussy and tightened the straps. Just a little something to keep me warmed up! There was a really thick, perhaps 2-1/2" diameter, X 8" long veined dildo which would do nicely for Anne's pussy. I threw a pillow from the bed onto the floor, got Anne on her knees, with her face and shoulders in the pillow and her ass in the air, and took her from behind doggie-style, with that fat dildo. I took her again bent over an upholstered chair. Both times I reached in front of her and rubbed her clit until she came.

It was time for me to try out the flogger. I removed the double strap-on and clipped Anne's ankle cuffs together while she stood in the center of the floor. I debated about it for a moment before deciding to ballgag her and remove her blindfold for the first time. It seemed better to let her watch her own flogging, but muffle any screams that might occur. I picked up the suede flogger and flicked my wrist about 20-25 times against her beautifully rounded ass. Anne's butt cheeks were coloring nicely and the only sounds I heard, other than the crack of the flogger, were occasional little whimpers. Stepping in front of Anne, I whipped those beautiful breasts. For about the first 10 blows, she cringed everytime the flogger cracked across her protruding tits.  I gave her breasts another 10-15 whacks and watched her boobs bounce and jiggle. Anne yelped or screamed into her ballgag with nearly every strike. This was my first time using a flogger. I really didn't want to hurt Anne badly, but yet I wanted to give her the level of pain she desired to get more aroused. Her tits were certainly a bright flaming rosy red. After a few teasing flicks of the flogger against Anne's glistening pussy, I returned to finish her rear. I don't know what it was with women's asses, but they invited a spanking or flogging. I whipped her ass until it was the same bright flaming rosy red as her breasts.

I unclipped Anne's ankle cuffs and helped her down on her knees. I ordered her to crawl over to me where I was laying at the edge of the bed. I grabbed her hair and held her mouth to my pussy. She needed no further commands and went right to work eating me out. When she finished, I switched positions with her. I had Anne sitting in the center of the mattress at the foot of the bed. With her wrists still cuffed behind her, I pushed her onto her back. Lengths of rope were tied to the D-rings of her ankle cuffs, and I raised, and pulled, and stretched her legs, until I could tie them spread to the tops of the end posts of the 4 poster bed. What a sight! I don't think anyone could have been tied in a more vulnerable position. Anne's legs were held straight and spread in the shape of a wide "V." Her swollen red pussy lips were wide open. I could see her gaping open cunt and her long engorged clit. Without strapping it on me, I fucked Anne with the ugly curved strap-on dildo for several minutes. Then, I stuck 2 fingers in her pussy and explored. It was easy finding Anne's g-spot. After a few minutes of finger fucking, I rubbed that mystical spot until Anne squirted and came. Finally, I buried my head between her wide spread legs and ate her out. I spent very little time licking and sucking her pussy, and skipped tongue fucking her, because Anne was squirming and moaning, and her throbbing swollen clit called to me. I licked and teased that elongated appendage for as long as I thought she could take it, and then sucked and licked it until Anne exploded into another orgasm.

The evening's and night's activities were taking a toll on me. I was nearly exhausted. I had enough energy to prepare a position that would take Anne and me into orgasmic oblivion. I took my time in releasing Anne's legs and unbuckling her wrist cuffs. I position her on her back in the center of her king sized bed. I put individual padded wrist cuffs on each of Anne's arms. Before long, I had her stretched and tied spread-eagle to the 4 poster bed. Among the selection of dildos and vibrators, was a 7" vibrator, with a little clit tickler. I tightened the double strap-on on me, with the penis vibe in my pussy, and the clit tickling vibe locked in the correct position for Anne. I turned both vibrators on high, crawled on the bed between Anne's spread legs and slipped the clit tickler vibe in Anne's pussy. I eased myself onto her body, got my arms wrapped under her, rested my head alongside her's, and let the orgasms roll over us! I'm not sure if I passed out or fell asleep, nor am I sure how many times either of us came. When my conscious senses shook me to awareness, I pulled out, turned off the vibes and removed the strap-on. I untied Anne's legs and left wrist. Then I cuddled up against her and put my hand over her right breast. The next thing I remember was being awakened by Anne eating my pussy! I had a quick shower, got dressed, had eggs, juice and toast for a late breakfast with the girls, and dashed the 1-1/2 blocks home. I made it home by 11:00 AM as I promised.

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I spent about an hour and a half in our home office, with Nels, going over some Foundation work and getting some new applications which I could process the next day. We all sat down for a late lunch. I didn't eat very much because of my late breakfast at Lisa's. When I had some privacy with Celeste, while we did the dishes, I told her that I needed to talk with her the next day. Then, I got ready for my big date. This triple date, which I mentioned above, was very special because Ryan was taking us around in his family's limo with chauffer. This kind of date only happens a few times a year and was somewhat expensive for the guys. It was Beth, Meagan and me, plus Ryan, Eric and Brandon. Typically, the guys will play Rock, Paper Scissors, to determine which girl each guy wants to have sex with in the afternoon. No TUGS or bondage sex games are allowed so the girls have no visible marks on their bare arms and legs. We always got dressed up and saw a movie and ate at a fancy restaurant. The guys bought the girl's dinners and movie tickets. After that we would play bondage sex games until nearly midnight, with the girls choosing who they wanted to tie them up, although often there was some bed hopping.

I'm not going into anymore details about the date, but I wanted to make a point about money. By the time the guys divvied up the costs of ours and their dinners and movie tickets, each of the 3 guys would easily spend at least $75, and it was probably closer to $100 each. Our town is as economically diverse as any other. The children of those families in the lower economic groups are financially impacted as well. Among the sophomore cheerleader's current shared boyfriends, Ryan lived in the Heights and had plenty of spending money. Tyler, Eric and Brandon were never hurting for pocket change. However, Brad, Brian and Rob lived in small house neighborhoods, had multiple siblings and both parents worked. Brian and Rob were already talking about getting and old clunker car and a part-time job when they turned 16. I realized that these guys, especially Brian, could not afford to spend a lot of money on me. I never thought less of them because of their family situations. Among the sophomore cheerleaders, Lisa, Meagan, Beth and I were doing OK. I wasn't totally sure about Rhonda. She lived near Beth, but her parents were divorced and her mom worked, plus they got some support or alimony from the ex. Ashley lived in the same neighborhood as Brian and Rob. She had siblings and both parents worked, but she seemed to make ends meet. She was one of the hottest and most popular girls in our class, but she had been hinting about working at their parent's business. I paid special attention to Brian. I saw him at school and talked with him most every night. I made certain that Brian had at least as much access to my body as Ryan did.

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Submissive Lessons –

I had a nice long talk with my Mother on Sunday afternoon. For that candid and intimate discussion, she was my Mom, and not Celeste. I told her about my kidnapping, setup by Lisa and Ashley, and all the fun I had at Brittany's. Anne had, of course, already called my Mom and filled her in on what we did at her house, but I added a brief account of my experiences. I confessed that for awhile I was confused about my sexuality, and started thinking that I was becoming a lesbian. However, after having sex and getting tied up and screwed by 3 different guys on my Saturday date convinced me that I was well entrenched in the heterosexual camp. I did like to play with attractive girls and women, and through that play and those bondage sex games, I was learning more about my body and my own sexuality. While Anne gave me glowing reports about what I did to her, I wasn't satisfied. I didn't know if I was doing too much or not enough. I was very tentative when I flogged Anne and couldn't tell if I gave her the right amount of pain stimulation that she required. Finally, I would have been more comfortable tied up and forced to eat Anne's pussy, rather than do it hands free.

Mom told me that I was a natural Submissive or Sub, but could learn to become a Dominatrix or Dom. While Anne was a Sub, Mom could go either way, but leaned a little to the Dom side when the girls were playing. She declared that I was a definite Sub and that I would learn much more in that position, and could gradually grow into a Dominatrix if I chose to go that route. I said that I wanted to experience everything that I could from the mature adult games that the women played when they got together. I hadn't used my new nipple clamps and wanted to find out how they fit into their bondage sex games. Finally, I wanted to learn more about the flogger and experience it used on me.

Mom cautioned me that when I was a Sub. I was at the mercy and whims of the Dom. I could be neglected or teased for long periods, without being allowed to come, or I could receive orgasm after orgasm until I called it off or passed out. If that's the way these women played, I was in. Mom suggested that I keep my regular active sex life and play with women only every few months. She told me that I would have to learn to control my emotions, and not scream and beg. There would be times when you were ready to come, only to be ordered to hold it, until given permission to come. Her group of women did not do any of the more extreme Master-Slave games. Mom offered to teach me. This obviously gave her the opportunity to eat some young pussy, ME, but I would learn and experience a lot. I said YES, BUT it had to be our secret and I wasn't even going to tell Lisa. The question of when we could get together was the hardest part. Thanksgiving was the coming week and we had company coming for the whole weekend. Thanksgiving also was the start of my parent's Holiday entertaining season. Every Friday and Saturday night through New Year's, my parents had people over for dinner, and I was expected to attend and schmooze at every one of them. I still had school until it let out for Christmas vacation. Besides, I had basketball cheering to do Tuesday nights and Saturday afternoons, plus cheerleader practice Monday and Thursday after school. The Swing Band began playing an extra half hour or so after school on Fridays during the Holiday Season. Nels worked Monday-Friday and was home from the office usually by 6:00 PM, and he never went out of town during his Holiday Party season. It looked like Mom and I would have to wait for my Christmas vacation, but I was really anxious to get started.

My 1st submissive lesson didn't occur until the middle of my 1st week of vacation, Wednesday, December 27, when Celeste and I could get together in private. Nels was off at the office and I didn't have a date that night. Right after lunch Celeste ordered me up to her bedroom and to strip naked. As she buckled the padded leather wrists cuffs behind my back, she explained that when the girls got together to play, they NEVER just tied someone up and left them without any attention or satisfaction. I sat on the edge of the foot of the bed and was pushed onto my back. As Celeste stretched and tied my ankles spread wide open to the sturdy 6" X 6" foot posts of her bed, she went on to say that when they had a large number of girls, they would cut a deck of cards. The lowest card would get tied up, and would receive some kind of nearly continuous attention, but would have to wait for her "delayed fulfillment." I was to soon find out what this meant. I was blindfolded and Celeste told me that this afternoon would be an exercise in self-control. She told me that I could NOT scream or beg, but all the moans and gasps and other little sounds I would make would be permitted. If I were told that I was not to come yet, I would have to hold it in, until I was given permission to come. I didn't miss the sturdy oak enforcer paddle that sat on a nearby table, before I was blindfolded, that could quickly blister my ass, if I did not comply.

Celeste lay beside me on the bed and started very slowly. She simply took her time kissing, caressing, licking and sucking every part of my exposed body, from my head down to my pussy, taking even more time to lick and suck my breasts. I was already squirming under her tender and sensual touches, and wished my boyfriends would take this much time on foreplay. I heard them before I felt them. Celeste pulled on my nipples, and fastened my adjustable nipple clamps on each breast. After tugging the connecting chain, Celeste turned the thumbwheels just a bit, to tighten the grip on my hard swollen buds. I seethed and hissed through my teeth until I became used to the slightly elevated level of pain that shot straight to my pussy. I'm going to estimate that Celeste played with me for about 30 minutes. The foreplay and the pain from the nipple clamps had really turned me on and got my juices flowing, without ever touching my pussy. I felt Celeste climb off the bed and soon was licking my spread legs. She licked and kissed the inner sides of my legs, from my ankles to my pussy. Celeste slowly and methodically licked my pussy for probably another half hour, driving me crazy. I moaned and gasped myself crazy, but had to repress the urge to beg because of the nearby looming wooden paddle. This was a tormenting torture and I would never come, even though she flicked my clit, with her tongue, several times. Celeste's talented tongue slipped in and out of my cunt many times, but I never would have called it a tongue fucking. She mostly kissed my pussy and sucked on my pussy lips. From time to time, she would cover my love hole with her mouth and lick and suck up all my flowing pussy juices.

A vibrator buzzing on low was jammed into my pussy, just to keep me simmering, and Celeste straddled my face. I lapped up her sweet pussy juices and ate her out. She came with a satisfying orgasm, when I licked and sucked her clit, but pulled away during my 2nd attempt to suck her off. Celeste was back between my legs tormenting me more by fucking me with that slow buzzing vibrator. Several time she brought me to the brink of coming, but always stopped well before I could escape over the edge into orgasmic bliss. She was back licking my pussy. She lapped up all the pussy juices that I had produced during the vibrator fucking. As if she didn't have a care or purpose in the World, Celeste licked my pussy and sucked my pussy lips seemingly forever, without ever going for my clit. She tongue fucked my love hole several times, but only tormented me into bucking my pussy at her probing tongue. Soon, she was back straddling my face, but she left a vibrator buzzing in my pussy at a little faster rate. Celeste's pussy bore down on my mouth. I was able to get my tongue inside her cunt for some exploring. I easily found her g-spot and rubbed it with my tongue until Celeste exploded and gushed her pussy juices mostly in my mouth. I didn't stop though. I captured her engorged swollen clit in my lips and sucked her until she had another massive orgasm.

This is the point where I lost track of all reality and time. I desperately wanted and needed to come, but it was not yet to be. There were foreplay sessions with my body, numerous vibrator assisted near fuckings, my pussy was licked and sucked to the point of orgasm so many times, that I lost count, and I ate Celeste's pussy about 4-5 times in all. I was a helpless jumble of pre-orgasmic nerves needing an outlet and relief. I was nearly hysterical and crying in frustration. Nearly four hours of pussy play, frustration, turn on and disappointment finally came to an end. I had learned to control my emotions. I did not get beaten with the ominous wooden paddle. The vibrator was removed from my pussy and Celeste immediately probed the inside of my vagina with her tongue. She toyed with me for awhile but eventually concentrated on my g-spot. Hours and hours of frustration had built up in my pussy, so that when Celeste rubbed my g-spot, all that built up frustration let loose in a torrent of nonstop spurting pussy juices from somewhere inside me. When the flood had seemingly subsided, Celeste captured my neglected swollen inflamed clit in her mouth and began sucking. I came and came and came. I have no idea how many times I came, but all the built up pleasures and frustrations just let loose in one mammoth orgasm after another. Mom was right!

Our 2nd submissive lesson took place after the New Year on Thursday, January 4, 2001. Celeste and I started naked upstairs in her bedroom, and she cuffed my wrists behind my back. All of our equipment and toys were setout on a table ready to go. Again, Celeste told me to try and control my emotions, as I had done so well the previous week, and not to act like an oversexed, overly excited teenager. I thought that I was pretty cool and kept my emotions intact and only let loose when overly stimulated or for effect. We would see? Celeste sat me on the edge of her bed and told me that we were going to play with different toys and see what I could take. Should "take" have been an omen? We started simply by me lying back on the bed and spreading my legs. Just as a warm-up, Celeste knelt between my legs and ate my pussy. Yes, Celeste was my Mom, and I was fully aware of the implications. I've rationalized this earlier in the story and won't say anymore than it was an experimental learning experience and a HELL of a lot of fun! She did me slowly and thoroughly and teasingly, trying to make me beg to come, but I gasped and moaned and grunted and waited for her to take me over the edge into that momentary elusive orgasmic nirvana, and she eventually did.

After I recovered, Celeste had my penis gag buckled in her mouth with a pretty good sized dildo protruding from her face. She beckoned me to hop on her face and fuck myself on the dildo while she lay on the bed. Since I was cuffed, I had to do a bit of precarious crawling on my knees over the bed to get into position. I straddled Celeste's face and eased myself down on the 8" X 1-1/2" dildo. I took my time over Celeste's face letting her watch the big dildo disappear and emerge from my dripping pussy. Although I wasn't exactly sure who was in charge, because I was bound, but on top, I told Celeste to reach up and rub my clit, while I buried the dildo in my cunt. She actually did what I asked and easily got me off. After I came, I extracted myself off the penis gag. Celeste got up on her knees, so that we were facing each other. She grabbed my hair and pushed the penis gag's dildo into my mouth. It was clear that I had to lick and suck my pussy juices off the dildo, until it was clean. When I finished that task, Celeste pulled me down between her legs and told me to lick her good. I did my best, from what I had learned from her, and soon had her moaning and panting. I finished her off by teasing and flicking her swollen clit and taking the elongated appendage into my mouth and sucking it while Celeste had 2 orgasms in quick succession.

We had a great playground on that king sized bed. Celeste used my bound arms to leverage me onto my back. She grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed. She got up and changed the dildo locked to the penis gag. When she returned, she grabbed my ankles, held them up and spread and drilled my pussy with her biggest vibrator, buzzing on high, and attached to the penis gag. I had never thought of the penis gag being used as an offensive sex toy. Celeste teased and reamed my pussy turning me into an incoherent babbling bundle of raw sexual nerves. She could fuck me with it or torment my clit. She made me come not once, not twice, but 3 times, and I was so high that I shrieked when that 3rd orgasm overtook my whole body. I lost control and couldn't help it. Again, I had to lick and suck the vibrator clean, before we could proceed.

Celeste had found my rubber bands and snapped one around the base of each of my breasts. As my tits ballooned up, she fastened my nipple clamps on and took me over to an upholstered 2 seat couch. I was bent over the back of the couch and had to watch as Celeste went into her closet and came out with her wooden paddle. It was made of solid wood, similar to the cheerleader's ceremonial paddle, but not as long. Five hard cracks quickly rocked my ass and resonated throughout my body. They came so fast that I had no time to react. My eyes watered a bit, but I did not cry. While I recovered, Celeste had cinched my strap-on to her waist and thighs. She stepped behind me, used her fingers to make sure my pussy was still open, and worked the dildo all the way inside me. I got a slow steady fucking that seemingly never varied in speed. She pulled the dildo almost all the way out and then thrust it home as far as she could. I tried to urge her to go faster by bucking my hips back at her. That never worked, but the slow steady rhythmical fucking, combined with my bouncing orbs and the swinging nipple clamp chain, gradually got to me and I came hard. I was on my knees and had to lick and suck my pussy juices off of my own strap-on until it was more than clean. Celeste had a curved veined 2" strap-on that didn't look as ugly and ominous as Anne's. Bent back over the couch, Celeste was fucking me with the larger dildo. I easily took it in my pussy and the ridges and veins felt wonderful as they stimulated my inner vaginal walls while plunging in and out of me. After I came, I was back on the floor on my knees licking and sucking the 2" dildo clean.

But, Celeste had and even bigger strap-on dildo! It must have been 2-1/2" in diameter and 10" long, with a slightly curved shaft and plenty of veins and little bumps along its shaft. Celeste bent me over the couch and started trying to ease the monster dildo into my pussy. It was very tight and a little painful at first, but eventually she stretched my pussy enough to bury the monster all the way inside me. I felt fuller than I had ever felt before. Eventually Celeste had buried the monster in my cunt, but fucking me with it seemed implausible. Instead, Celeste unfastened her waist and thigh straps, and left the monster dildo buried in my pussy. Somehow she fastened the strap-on straps around my waist which held the huge dildo buried in me. She made me stand up, walked me out of her bedroom, climb down the stairs and walk into our 1st floor living room. The trek was not painful, with the dildo still hanging from my pussy between my legs, but it was a little uncomfortable. Celeste sat down in her favorite chair right in front of the living room window. The drapes were open and the mailman, UPS guy or anyone stopping by could see right in. Yet, Celeste made me kneel in front of her and eat her pussy! We marched back upstairs to the dreaded couch. Celeste tried manually to fuck me with the giant dildo still protruding from my pussy, but she gave up saying that she feared tearing me up and pulled out the offending intruder from my pussy.

I was on my back on the bed with my legs spread. Celeste had chosen a vibrator with a clit tickler appendage. Celeste worked it in and out of my pussy for about 10 minutes, nut never going deep enough for the clit stimulator to actually touch my little sensitive nub. Finally, she moved it in deeper, so that the little vibrating appendage touched my clit area. I about jumped outta that bed, bud Celeste warned me not to let myself come. It would have been so easy just to let myself go and succumb to my orgasmic urges, but I held back. Celeste did this twice more and I don't know how I prevented myself from coming. After about 2 minutes on her 4th assault on my clit, with that damn little fucker. Celeste gave me the OK to come. AND come I did. She kept the little devil constantly buzzing on my clit, while the main part of the vibrator was jammed inside my pussy. I can't remember how many orgasms I had, but each was far more spectacular and intense than getting fucked by a dildo.

Our 3rd submissive lesson took place on Friday, February 2, 2001. That was final exam week for the 1st semester. We had exams Monday-Wednesday, and had Thursday-Friday off that week. Anne came to join us that day and brought her suede flogger. Most of that afternoon was somewhat of a blur to me, except for the flogging! The 2 women kept my wrists cuffed behind my back the entire afternoon. When I wasn't eating one of their pussies, something else stuffed my mouth. I was gagged with both their panties at first, and later with a ballgag, but I spent a lot of time licking and sucking clean every dildo that was used on or by anyone. The rest of the time they just shoved a dildo or vibrator in my mouth and told me to suck it. Whether I was kneeling or lying on a bed, one of them was drilling my pussy with something while the other's pussy was pressed against my mouth waiting to be licked. I was actually flogged twice that afternoon. The first was a brief flogging of my fanny. They had me kneeling over a footstool eating out Celeste, who was sitting in a chair in front of me. Anne used the suede flogger on my butt. It was a light sporadic whipping of my protruding ass cheeks, while she spurred me on to "keep licking" or "lick faster." After Celeste had 2 orgasms, Anne stopped and my butt was only a burning tingly deep pink color.

I'm no pain slut. However, I enjoyed a little pain with my pleasures. A little throbbing pain, whether from my tits or my ass, turned me on and made my pussy throb and tingle. I know that a full fledged whipping, with a 12-15 strand suede flogger, would be very painful. It would undoubtedly leave welts, but probably not break the skin. That's too much for me. However, the application of a flogger on an area of the body, using little flicks of the wrist, is quite stimulating and delivers a wickedly delicious controlled cumulative amount of pain. The coverage of a flogger is larger and more even than a hand spanking. Over a longer and more controlled time period a body area can be colored to just the right shade. Celeste and Anne had me standing in the center of the bedroom, with my wrists cuffed behind me and my ankles cuffed together for my 2nd flogging. I was gagged, but not blindfolded, so that I was able to see the flogger as it struck. I was perpetually turned on that afternoon, and of course my clit was always engorged and hypersensitive. Anne started by flogging my ass. She took her time, using lighter strokes, so that the pain and burning slowly built up and my pussy tingled and throbbed. While this went on, Celeste stood in front of me and fingered my pussy the entire time. She teased me with her fingers, but would not let me come. I found that with every blow of the flogger I was thrusting my hips against Celeste's fingers, with no release. It was a delicate exquisite torture. I know that I moaned throughout the ordeal, but they were mostly moans of pleasure.

Celeste took over my flogging and whipped my unprotected breasts. They were naturally more sensitive to pain than my butt. I wailed and whimpered into my gag during the first blows, but I soon became used to them, except when a strand of the flogger caught one of my nipples just right, and my knees almost buckled. A few flicks of the flogger hit my belly and my dripping pussy. When Celeste finished, my titties were a burning tingling shade of rosy red. They finished me off with Anne using the flogger again on my ass, as well as the backs of my thighs. Celeste stood in front of me and soothingly licked and sucked my sore nipples, while 2 of her fingers were busy deep in my cunt. There was no teasing. Celeste finger fucked me and rubbed my clit with her thumb. My hips were still thrusting into them with every blow from the flogger. I came rather quickly; standing bound on my feet, but stayed upright even through a 2nd tremendous orgasm. The afternoon was topped off with each of us eating out the other's pussies. That was the end of my submissive training, and I thought I could take and hold my own during the upcoming cheerleader's pussy eating party!

CONTINUED – Next Month

My Sexual Evolution

By Christine

christine33113@yahoo.com

PART 10 –

Cheerleader's Pussy Eating Party –

It wasn't until Saturday, February 24, that all 8 of the JV cheerleaders could get together at my house for an all girls play party. I guess it was just as much a play party, but there was a lot of pussy licking. Lisa had played with Meagan, Beth and Rhonda over the previous 2 months and had taught them the pleasures of a good pussy tongue bath. I never told Lisa about my submissive lessons with my Mom, and the final one that included Lisa's mom, Anne. I got the idea that maybe Anne had told Lisa about my last submissive lesson, and Maybe Anne and Lisa played together during the month of February. It was Lisa and her bold imagination who came up with the initial idea that she and I be tied up and waiting, when the rest of the cheerleaders arrived for our play party. I thought that was a cool idea and we would be tied up, vulnerable and at the mercy of the other 6 cheerleaders for whatever they wanted to do with us. Who would we get to prepare us and tie us up? Of course, the obvious solution was our moms, Celeste and Anne. Once we approached our moms, they were eager to help and it got a little out of control. Besides our ropes and gag/blindfolds, we had our new toys: attached padded leather wrist cuffs, nipple clamps, individual padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs, ballgags, penis gags, heavy blindfolds, fixed strap-ons, double strap-ons, and an assortment of dildos and vibrators to play with. On the evening of the party, Celeste and Anne had purchased a couple new toys for Lisa and me.

On that Saturday evening, Celeste invited Chuck, Anne and Lisa over for dinner. After dinner, Nels and Chuck retired to the study. Around 7:00 PM Celeste, Anne, Lisa and I went into the great room of the guest apartment. We laid out all the equipment and toys on the marble countertop and then got undressed. I had thought that we would be tied up with my sexy clothes on, but was overruled, because our mothers had the new surprise toys they wanted to use on Lisa and me. After Lisa and I had our wrists buckled behind our backs, we were forced to eat out each other, just to get warmed up. This was followed by Anne licking my pussy, and Celeste doing the same to Lisa. After our pussies were thoroughly turned on and our clits were engorged and sensitive, we moved into my bedroom. Our first surprise new toy was a 3" remote controlled vibrating egg. Anne shoved one deep in my pussy. Next, Celeste helped me climb into the elastic waist and thigh straps of a remote controlled butterfly vibrator. Anne and Celeste helped me onto my bed, while Lisa watched with interest. I was bound on my back and the 2 women attached ankle cuffs to my legs and then tied my legs spread to the foot posts of the queen sized bed. Anne shoved a finger in my pussy to be sure the egg was seated all the way inside me. The butterfly vibrator was adjusted so that it rested on my clit and open pussy.

Lisa was taken into the 2nd bedroom, and I assumed prepared like me. A short while later Anne came back into my bedroom, blindfolded me and began a test run of the 2 vibrators. She turned the egg vibrator up to high, pausing 10-15 seconds on each ascending speed setting. Then, she tested the butterfly vibe by checking each of the speed settings. Finally, she turned them both up to high simultaneously. Anne let them run long enough to get me thrusting my hips and really moaning, but never close enough to come. She left the egg buzzing on low and left the room. The egg was a really quiet vibrator. I could feel it humming away inside me more than I could actually hear it. It was probably time for the other cheerleaders to arrive. The bedroom door was left open and I could hear the excited girls as they arrived. I figured that Celeste would greet the girls at the front door and send them into Anne in the great room of the guest apartment. I could hear most of what was being said. The girls were getting more excited at seeing all the equipment and toys laid out on the countertop and Anne had to keep asking them to sit down. Eventually, everyone was assembled. I could hear Celeste tell the girls that Lisa and I had a special surprise for them, and that we were tied up in the bedrooms waiting for them to play with us.

I heard Anne explaining the various toys and what they could do with them. Finally, I heard screams and clamoring as the girls vied for the remote controls for Lisa and me. Shrieking girls raced into my bedroom. Though I was blindfolded, they made no attempt to lower or disguise their voices. Ashley, along with Brittany and Stephanie were hovering over me. I guess they took turns with the remotes for my butterfly and egg vibrators. They must have toyed and teased me for at least a half hour, running one or both vibrators at various speeds to see how they effected me and how I reacted. Several times one of them would say, "Don't let her come." "Don't let her come!" I felt someone climb on my bed. Soon a pussy was pressed against my mouth. One by one the 3 girls spread their legs and straddled my face, while I ate their pussies. They freed my legs and got me to my feet. My face was dripping with their pussy juices. Ashley told me to spread my legs. She pulled down the butterfly vibrator enough to extract the egg vibrator from my pussy, and then helped me step out of the butterfly vibrator straps. I was dragged across the hall into the 2nd bedroom, where I was forced to lie on top of Lisa. I think it took all 6 of them to get me into position. When they finished, my mouth was buried in Lisa's pussy, and vice versa. They made us do the "69" on each other. Lisa's legs were held spread apart, as she lie on her back with her hands cuffed behind her, and my legs were also held spread apart for Lisa. Someone kept a hand on my head so that my mouth remained buried in her pussy. They made us lick each other until each of us came twice.

They dragged me off of Lisa and marched me out to the great room. My blindfold was finally removed, but Brittany and Stephanie buckled the penis gag in my mouth and put the nipple clamps on my taut breast buds. I was bent over the back of one of the 2 upholstered sofas. Ropes were tied to my ankle cuffs and the rear legs of the sofa, keeping my feet spread about 3' apart. More ropes were tied to my padded leather wrist cuffs, looped over my shoulder and tied me bent over to the front legs of the sofa. I was able to twist my head, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the clock on the kitchen wall. I remained tied like that, not without any attention, for over 1-1/2 hours. Lisa was apparently still in the 2nd bedroom. Two other girls must have been playing in my bedroom, because Beth, Rhonda and Ashley were playing right out in front of me. The girls moved around and changed partners from time to time. During my 1-1/2 hour stint tied over the sofa as their fuck toy, four girls came and tried one of the fixed strap-on dildos on my waiting pussy. Each was preceded by a little spanking, just prior to their various Phalluses being plunged into my open waiting cunt. Three of the girls used the largest dildos there and simply tried to fuck my brains out, until I came for them.

However, sexy sneaky Brittany teased and tormented me for at least a half hour before she let me come. She used one of the knobby strap-on dildos and ever so slowly plunged it in and out of my love tunnel. I felt every one of those bumps. With her dildo buried all the way inside me, Brittany would pause and pull my nipple clamp chain, or squeeze my breasts, or reach in and tease my clit with her fingers. I think Brittany tired first, because I was having fun and no way ready to beg. Finally, she just started pounding my pussy, while at the same time Brittany had retrieved my egg vibrator and held it against my clit buzzing away on high. I couldn't hold it any longer and had no reason not to let go. I screamed. Yes, I lost all control and really screamed, as Brittany fucked me through two massive orgasms. My reddened ass and well fucked pussy were released, except that my wrists were still buckled behind my back with the padded leather cuffs. Lisa and Ashley were now giving orders. Beth, Meagan and Rhonda had their wrists tied behind their backs and Brittany and Stephanie had gone off to one of the bedrooms to play. I was told to sit on the edge of one of the upholstered chairs and lean back. Lisa and Ashley each took one of my legs and pulled it up and over the armrest on either side of the chair. Then, they tied my ankles to the rear legs of the chair. I'm sure you can picture me there, with my legs flopped open and my pussy was sticking up ready to lick. Meagan, Beth and Rhonda had never licked my pussy, but all the rest of the cheerleaders had. So, Lisa an Ashley made the 3 girls give me a good pussy eating, and then the party was over.

Everyone washed up and got dressed. We had time to sit around and talk. Lisa demonstrated some of the possible uses for the toys that had not been tried that night. Lisa and I announced that we wanted to take a break of 2-3 months before we partook in another pussy eating party. We had also been talking about another concern of ours. Lisa and I announced that we weren't going to play ANY bondage sex games, with either guys or girls, until the baseball season was over. We were getting pretty serious about the sport and didn't want to risk any injury or pulled muscle from being tied up. On the other hand, Ashley, Brittany and Stephanie, who were showing the most interest in lesbian like activities, wanted to play with the girls in 3-4 weeks. They had none of the equipment that Lisa and I owned, but we said we'd loan them some when they had a little party. So, it was back to dating and straight sex for Lisa and me until the baseball season was over at the end of the school year.

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Lisa and I reported for baseball practice/tryouts after school on Thursday, March 1. There was the whole group of returning sophomores, plus a large crop of new freshmen tryouts. I didn't know too many of the new girls very well, except that I knew Yoshi intimately. If you remember, Yoshi was a friend of Brittany and Stephanie and participated in my hot lesbian kidnapping last fall. When Lisa and I reported for practice the next day, our Coach told us that we were being promoted to the varsity team, with the juniors and seniors. This did not happen often and was a bit unusual. Lisa went off with the pitchers and catchers, and I took my place at 2nd base for infield practice. During the following week of tryouts and practice, I cemented my position at 2nd base on the varsity. I replaced a senior girl who batted around .200 and had a lot of errors. Next to me at shortstop was a junior transfer student, Yuki, who was the older sister of Yoshi. I made only 1 error that first week of practice and hit every pitcher we had, including Lisa. Besides our 3 Varsity Baseball Coaches and equipment people plus Doc, there was still an inordinate number of adult people coming and going from our practices that 2nd week. Practice was cut short on Friday, March 9, and the members of the Varsity team were announced.

I was starting at 2nd base and batting in the #3 spot. Lisa was our #2 pitcher. Yuki was my infield partner at shortstop and batted #2, right in front of me. I had never bothered to ask and nobody told me, but the extraneous people hanging around all week were the Cardinal's Baseball Boosters. I knew of the other Boosters Club, made up of former players and citizens, who packed the stands on Friday nights for the Varsity football games, but were never evident at any of the JV football games. We had our very own Cardinal's Baseball Boosters! After the 14 members of our Varsity team were announced, we walked over to the boy's practice field, where the final cuts had been made. Ryan had been asked to tryout for the Varsity team. I found Ryan, and he had made the cut as #3 pitcher and/or #1 long relief pitcher. Several of the Boosters were introduced and the perpetual President, Mr. Brewster, said a few words and invited both Varsity teams to a picnic out at Brewster's Pond on Sunday afternoon, March 18th. Immediately, Ryan asked me to go to the picnic with him saying that he had a surprise for me. I told Lisa and made sure that she could get a ride with some of her battery players. After the impromptu meeting broke up, Mr. Brewster came over to me, introduced himself and said that he had seen me play in several games last year. He complimented me on my fielding and hitting, and thought that maybe I could help the team win a championship!

Picnic at Brewster's Pond -

During the last week of practice, I learned a little more about Brewster's Pond. On Sunday, March 18th, I had to miss our formal family dinner, but I was ready when Ryan came to pick me up. It was a gorgeous day for the middle of March so I just wore my tennis shoes, shorts and a top. The water in the pond would be much too cold to swim in, but maybe the girls might want to sunbathe, so I wore a bikini under my clothes and took my sunning supplies. Ryan had turned 16 a few weeks earlier and I knew that he and his dad were shopping for a car for him, but I was blown away by what he got! Of course I was up in my room touching up my makeup when Ryan pulled in the driveway. Celeste screamed up the stairs, "Ryan's here and wait until you see what he is driving!" Waiting for me in front of our house was Ryan seated in a brand new Toyota MR-2 Spyder convertible in red with black interior. It was really a cute little sports car for two. I climbed into the front passenger bucket seat and got everything adjusted. Celeste and Nels flew out our front door to have a closer look and take a few photos, and then Ryan and I were off to Brewster's Pond.

The description that follows is a combination of what I initially saw and what I later learned and saw. We drove out into the country for about 20 minutes and turned off onto a driveway leading to a large ranch house. We drove past the house, turned right and took a dirt road about 1/2 mile towards a break in a thick windrow of trees. Once through the break in the trees, we saw the Brewster's Pond complex. Brewster's Pond itself was about a 4-5 acre spring fed pond. It had been dredged and was about 6' deep except near the shore. The clay-like dredgings had been graded to form a kind of beach area, about 50' wide along the shore of the pond, and a large parking area just inside the trees. At the far end of the pond stood an irrigation pump that could be used to irrigate nearby fields. This had been someone's home at one time. The property was surrounded by windrows of trees and shrubs for complete privacy. The remains of the foundation of a former home were barely evident, but nearby a large well maintained barn stood. There were large areas of lawn that appeared to be regularly mowed and several large shade trees grew near where the original house stood. The barn was clean inside with no odors. It had electricity and running water from the old house's well. At the far end of the barn, 2 modest bathrooms had been installed, each with sink and toilet, and a countertop ran along the wall with a sink. There was an electric hot water heater in the corner. A number of 6'-8' benches sat around the perimeter of the barn. I guessed that the Cardinal Baseball Boosters held their meetings there.

Ryan parked the car and we walked over to join the others. The Boosters had 2 grills going and tables of food were set out. Mr. Brewster himself corralled me and I ate my picnic lunch with him and a few more Boosters. I received all kinds of advice on changing my batting stance and to choke up on the bat a little. I thought to myself, "Oh Oh, how much meddling were these Boosters going to do?" I already had my batting Coach trying to change my batting stance. I was comfortable with the way I batted and my record couldn't be denied. So, I told the Boosters I'd try their suggestions, and my batting Coach had already agreed to let me bat my way and see how I do. After lunch, a couple of the Boosters said a few words and told us that we had exclusive use of the facilities anytime. Each member of one of the baseball teams could bring only 1 guest, to limit the potential number of kids there for any function. They didn't want large numbers of uninvited guests crashing a party, which certainly wasn't unheard of. We could use the barn for dances and use the pond for swimming all summer and fall, as long as the water was warm enough and we had a swimming buddy AT ALL TIMES! I thought about just Ryan and me out there alone swimming and playing and screwing. I wondered about having little parties with some of the hotter girls on our team and some of the cute guys on the guy's baseball team. The Boosters were packing up, but we could stay as long as we wanted. A group of us decided to play a little volleyball. I stripped down to my bikini and played 2 games of mixed volleyball.

After all the Boosters had left, the senior girls on our varsity team called all the girls into the barn. The new juniors on the team, as well as the 2 new sophomores, Lisa and me, were to be initiated. It wasn't a big deal. Lisa and I were in our bikinis and sat on one of the benches. The girls had transfer tattoos of our cardinal emblem and applied them to our left inner thigh, just below where our uniform shorts came down to. This was no big deal and everyone got one, including the senior girls. They would wear off in a few weeks. However, with Lisa and I in our bikinis, at first they were going to put a 2nd Cardinal transfer tattoo on our butt cheeks, but in the little struggle that ensued, our bikini bottoms were pulled down exposing our bare shaved pussies. There were 12 of them against Lisa and me. We were wrestled and held on our backs on the benches with our legs open and our feet on the floor, straddling the 18" wide bench. It was no use struggling. They applied a bright red Cardinal tattoo on each of our pubis mons. When we emerged from the barn, most of the guys were tossing a ball around, but a good number had left. Ryan and I decided to go, after he had shown his new car to his remaining teammates.

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Our 1st ball game was the following Tuesday, March 20. The Varsity girl's team generally played on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school, along with a double-header Saturday afternoons. Our girl's baseball field was not lighted and all games had to be played in the daytime. However, the boy's baseball teams had a lighted field and played their weekday games at night, the same day that our Varsity girls played after school. The Varsity men's and women's teams generally played the same teams and kept the same schedule, except that on Tuesdays and Thursdays the guys played at night. The 2 teams had practice Mondays and Wednesdays after school. Maybe you've guessed where this was headed. Ryan started picking me up at my house on Mondays through Fridays, plus Saturday afternoons, when we had home games, and he would bring me home after our practices and games. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, when Ryan had a night game, we would get a bite to eat between our games and I would stay for his game. With his flashy red sports car, we publicly became a couple and the object of a lot of talk around school.

Months earlier Brian and Rob had their 16th birthdays. They both got part time jobs at an auto body shop, where they got some training and learning experience. Each of them bought old Chevy clunkers to fix up and resell. Meanwhile, they each could use their cars for basic transportation. They wanted to get them in good running order before working on restoring the interior and body. For awhile, the interiors of their cars were so bad that I wouldn't ride in them. The bodies were patched all over and painted only with primer, so it wasn't exactly cool to be seen on a date in their cars. Ashley had found a part time job at a women's clothing store out at the mall and thought she would get more hours over summer vacation.

During the March-May baseball season, Ryan and I would go to either my house or his, after his Tuesday and Thursday night game, and have sex for an hour or 2. I had Friday and Saturday nights free for dating Brian, Rob, Eric and Brandon. We usually went out for a movie or something and then ended up at someone's house for some good mind numbing sex, until curfew, without the aid of any ropes or other bondage toys and equipment. At a minimum, these would be double dates, but often 3 or 4 couples wound up at someone's house and the guys bed-hopped until everyone was satisfied. Ryan picked me up after our family's Sunday noon dinner and we drove out to Brewster's Pond. Those were the best times of my sophomore year. We brought a large terry beach blanket and spread it on the lawn, in the sun or shade, depending on what the day was like. We talked and talked about everything. We even planned our marriage after grad school and raising a family. But, we were smart enough to realize that wouldn't happen, because of the colleges where he wanted to go and where he wanted to wind up. We would lay naked on the beach blanket and Ryan would play with and explore every part of my body for as long as an hour before ever touching my pussy and finally making love. I tried doing the same to him, but his beautiful flagpole would always rise to attention and I couldn't resist taking it in my mouth. I will never forget those Sunday afternoons at Brewster's Pond with Ryan!

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As I mentioned above, our first baseball game was a home game on Tuesday, March 20. In the bottom of the 1st inning our leadoff batter drew a walk. Yuki, my shortstop, hit a bloop single to left. We had runners on 1st and 2nd and I was up. I'm sure the other team didn't know who I was and had no book on me, because I played last year as a freshmen. Their pitcher did her big fancy windup and zipped a waist high fast ball right down the middle. I swung as hard as I could and caught that ball with the sweet spot on my bat. The ball shot off my bat and whizzed by the pitcher's left ear before she could react. I think the ball was still rising when it cleared the centerfield fence. That's pretty much how my 1st Varsity baseball season went, although I didn't hit too many home runs. I set a team and League record for batting percentage for a season of at least 25 games. I also set a record for most singles, doubles, RBIs and runs scored in a season, and my fielding percentage tied the record held by several other girls. We ended the season with a 25-4 record, but unfortunately our 4 losses came in League play and we actually finished 2nd and didn't get into the District playoffs. As our season progressed, more and more Boosters and fans came to our games. Mr. Brewster always sought me out to congratulate me. My picture appeared in the local and LA papers a lot by the end of the season. Even a few college scouts were sniffing around, but they were promptly referred to Coach, as were the few reporters who wanted interviews. Even though I read several newspapers, I personally loathed the press and the swarming packs of screaming reporters and their inane "How does it feel" questions. Lisa was a little disappointed with her 9-2 pitching record.

One day during the last week of school, a hastily called meeting was held with the Varsity junior cheerleaders and the 6 JV sophomore cheerleaders. The Varsity senior cheerleaders would obviously be graduating, and for a number of reasons only 2 Varsity junior cheerleaders would be back for next year's squad. Even my close childhood friend, Janice, was moving away. Worse yet, no one had signed up to tryout for next year's Varsity cheerleading squad. We had Liz and Becky plus the 6 of us and that would be next year's Varsity cheerleading squad. The other announcement was a pleasant surprise for me. The current Varsity Coach was leaving and our JV Coach would move up to coach the Varsity. She announced that we would continue with our multiple dance routine shows, along with the standard cheers.

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I spent a good part of my 17th birthday on a transatlantic flight from Los Angeles to Copenhagen, Denmark. We went to Europe that summer, because I would be visiting Colleges the following summer. Just before we left, Lisa informed me that I had inadvertently foiled 2 kidnapping plots by some of the guys. The first was setup for the end of February, and I had a last minute modeling shoot. The no bondage rule for Lisa and me was in effect from March through May. The 2nd kidnapping attempt was scheduled for 2 days before my birthday and our European departure, but Nels and Celeste spoiled that by insisting that I spend the day shopping for more new travel clothes with them. Word had gotten out about the freshmen girls kidnapping me last fall, and how much fun I had. I told Lisa that I'd love to be kidnapped again by up to 3 of our guys, but it had to be a complete surprise, well setup and flawlessly executed. I wasn't going to just drive to some guy's house and say, "I'm here for my kidnapping!"

Nels, Celeste and I spent June and July vacationing in Europe. We spent a good week in Denmark with my grandfather's relatives from the old Country and seeing the sights. We had extended stays in London, Paris, Florence and Rome, but also spent time at a number of Mediterranean seaside resorts. We returned home on Friday, July, 27. I first noticed it about halfway through the baseball season. I was into perhaps my final growing spurt. It was definitely noticeable in Europe. My ass and hips were rounding out nicely. My breasts were getting larger and I was getting taller. I bought a few everyday almost C-cup bras to take to Europe. I cursed the European metric system, because I couldn't find a ruler or measuring tape that had inches on it. When I returned from Europe, Celeste measured me. I had shot up to 5'9-1/2" in my bare feet. I measured 36-22-1/2-35. A C-cup bra with a little pad in it was perfect. Celeste thought that I would grow to a full C-cup in 2-3 months and wouldn't need a pad to fill out the C-cup bras.

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Cheerleader Practice and a Shocking Decision –

I want to tell you briefly about what happened at cheerleader practice, before detailing my sexual adventures during the last month of summer vacation. Cheerleader practice began on Wednesday, August 1, and you will recall from above that there were no girls who wanted to try out. So, our squad consisted of Liz and Becky (Captain and Asst. Captains) from my freshmen year squad, plus Lisa, Ashley, Meagan, Beth, Rhonda and me. Coach had new dance routines, with musical scores from the Varsity Marching Band, for us to learn. It didn't register on me at first, but by Friday of that week it dawned on me how much Liz and Becky had changed from how I knew them as sophomores. They were aloof and ethereal. They had done similar dance routines as sophomores, but were only making a half-ass attempt at learning the new ones, while the rest of us easily got them. Lisa offered to have all the cheerleaders over on Saturday, but Liz and Becky declined all invitations to socialize with the rest of the cheerleaders. While I was in Europe, Lisa had come up with a great idea to sell school calendars with pictures of the cheerleaders in their bikinis and cheerleader outfits, but Liz and Becky vetoed that idea. I couldn't imagine what had changed those 2 girls over the past 2 years.

On Monday of the 2nd week of practice things were no better. Liz and Becky made half-hearted attempts to do the simple dances, many of which they had learned 2 years earlier. It all came to a head the next day. About halfway through practice, Liz and Becky had it out with Coach right there in front of all of us. They basically said that our dance routines were stupid and childish, and they only wanted to do the regular standup cheers. With that revelation, Coach cancelled practice early, but kept Liz and Becky out on the field to talk to them. I talked to some of the seniors on the football team to see if they knew what was with Liz and Becky. I found out that they had big breakups with their boyfriends, after school was out last June, and had turned into lazy self-centered conceited bitches, with no friends. At Wednesdays practice, I noticed that the school's Athletic Director and Principal were watching us from the exits in the stands. We started out doing the welcome cheer for our opponents and then the school fight song cheer. That went well, but when it was time to do the dance routines, Liz and Becky just sat in the grass and watched. When the A.D. and Principal came over to us, the A.D. asked Liz and Becky why they weren't doing the dance routines. I couldn't believe their gall and disrespect. In their snottiest voices, Liz and Becky said they refused to do those stupid dances Coach and the A.D. and the Principal just looked at each other and nodded their heads, as if it was decided earlier. The A.D. told Liz and Becky that they were immediately off the cheerleader squad and banned from attending any football games this season. They were ordered off the field and told to immediately turn in their uniforms to the Principal (a woman) and stay out of the athletic complex at school.

The rest of us were shocked. This was unprecedented. This school year we would have only 6 cheerleaders for all football and basketball games. I learned later that day that the A.D. announced to the Varsity football team that the 2 senior cheerleaders had been kicked off the squad for refusing to do the cheers, and they were banned from attending any football and basketball games during their senior year. Eventually, questions were answered and Coach got us back to practicing. Everything went smoothly over the following 3-1/2 weeks. We learned all new dance routines for our performances at the football games. I thought we were really sharp when we wrapped up practice on August 31st. We got new uniforms the last week of August. Our new short sleeve jerseys were lighter in weight and were a better snugger fit. Our new cheerleader skirts were an inch or so shorter and had fewer pleats so they were not as billowy. However, when we jumped around and danced and kicked, people would still get a glimpse of our red Cardinal panties. Coach told us that the skirts had been approved and a little peek of a panty was less exposing than seeing us in the bikinis we wore.

2nd Kidnapping –

The cheerleaders, minus Liz and Becky, assembled for lunch at Lisa's house on Saturday, August 4th, and an afternoon of gabbing and gossiping, around the pool. I gave them the briefest version of my European trip and passed around photos of the most recognizable tourist sights as we sat and ate lunch at the dining room table. With that out of the way and lunch over, everyone changed into their bikinis and gathered around the pool for the gabbing and gossiping. We ran Liz and Becky over the coals, before switching to general gossip and everyone's love and sex lives. Mine was zero over the past 2 months. Lisa excused herself and returned a few minutes later with her bondage duffle. Everybody had a big grin on their faces as Lisa pointed at me. The other 5 girls descended on me and held me fast. My wrists were buckled into padded leather cuffs behind my back, and for good measure they tied my elbows with rope. Padded leather ankle cuffs were buckled on my legs. Finally, they ballgagged me and put on a big black blindfold. I was still wearing my platform sandals when they guided me through the house and out into the garage. There were 2 male voices that I did not recognize, but these guys took over and helped me climb into the back of some sort of van. It had been 5 months since I was tied up and God, it felt good. I assumed I was going somewhere to get screwed, and I really didn't care who did it, because I hadn't been fucked in over 2 months!

The back of the van was carpeted and they laid me out on my back and clipped my ankle cuffs together. As the van door slid shut and the girls all yelled, "Have fun with her," we took off. We drove for only a short distance and the van stopped. Someone got out and the driver said, "We'll meet you there." We took off again and some one was in the back of the van with me. He went right for my tits, squeezing and kneading them at first, but then pushed up my bikini top and concentrated on my nipples. That got me to moaning a little, and my assailant said to the driver, "Christine's really hot." "I'm going to warm her up some so she's ready for us when we get there." He slipped his hand into my bikini bottoms and found that I was soaking wet. It wouldn't take much for me to come. He worked a couple fingers into my pussy and gently began stroking me. The more I moaned and thrashed about, the faster his fingers went, until I exploded with my 1st orgasm. I was so deprived that I couldn't stop, and kept thrusting my hips at his fingers, until I came again. I heard the driver say, "We're here." My tormentor replied, "Christine's ready." "She's already come twice!" The van door slid open and the 2 guys unclipped my ankle cuffs and helped me out. As we started walking across some grass, I heard another car approach. I knew instantly who it was and where we were. It was Ryan's little red sports car and we were at Brewster's Pond.

They walked me across the lawn and into the barn. The barn was shaded at that time of the day, but still I felt a little warm just in my bikini. They made me spread my legs wide apart and clipped my ankle cuffs to something that prevented me from closing my legs. I later learned that it was a homemade spreader bar made from a thick dowel rod with screw eyes in each end. Next my wrists and elbows were freed, but my wrists were immediately buckled in the cuffs in front of me. I was strung up by a rope tied to my wrists and stretched tight to some overhead beam. Finally, they easily stripped off my string bikini and took my gag out of my mouth. The 1st thing I said was, "Ryan, who are your 2 friends?" He just said that they were 2 guys from the baseball team. I replied, "For all this, they better be good!" It turned out that they were more than just good!!!

Something sticky was squirted on my tits. I could smell the unmistakable aroma of Hershey's chocolate syrup coming out of a squeeze bottle. None of the guys had used chocolate syrup in any of our games for at least a couple years and it was a welcome surprise. One at a time they squeezed some on my tits. Licked and sucked it off, and then made out with me, with their chocolate coated tongues and lips. Next came the most unexpected and delightful surprise. My pussy lips were already prominently engorged and I knew my juices were oozing out of my pussy, but I hadn't felt any running down my legs yet. A bead of chocolate was applied to my pussy lips, over my hood and onto my perineum, just between my legs. One of the guys started licking the chocolate syrup off my pussy. I gasped and may have held my breath as I experienced those intimate sensual feelings that previously only a female had given me. He licked for a few delicious minutes, but never actually got his tongue near my love hole. By now my clit had to be prominently peeking out from my hood, and this guy saved that area for last. When he licked me there, his tongue slowly ran over my clit and hood. With every lick, I moaned and gasped and mewed. I guess I didn't realize how all this was affecting me, because everytime he licked my clit, I was so close to orgasm that I became frustrated. When he finished, we made out passionately for several minutes. His tongue went deep into my mouth, and besides the chocolate, I could easily taste my pussy juices in his kisses.

The 2nd guy repeated the whole pussy thing, but when it came time for him to lick the chocolate syrup from down there, he appeared to have a lot of experience. There was chocolate syrup at the top of my inner thighs, in the creases at the top of my thighs and between my legs on the front part of my perineum. That's where he started licking. By the time he finished licking down there and had started licking the syrup from my pussy lips, I was nearly out of control. I knew that he was swallowing a lot of my pussy juices, along with the chocolate syrup. The idea of these male teenage baseball players licking my pussy was incomprehensible to me, since none of my other boyfriends had ever tried it. The 2nd guy's licking of my clit and hood was too much for me and I convulsed into orgasmic spasms. I next remembered being held tightly and a tongue was thrusting in and out of my mouth in the midst of a deep kiss. I was certain that Ryan went 3rd. He was more tentative and took his time, but in the end he licked my clit and hood enough to easily make me come again. To finish off this part of my bondage, each one of them fucked me standing there naked in my platform sandals, with my legs spread wide open and my arms stretched overhead.

After all 3 of them thoroughly fucked me, my arms were let down. They re-cuffed me with my wrists behind my back. The rope was again tied to my wrists and thrown over the overhead beam. They pulled on the rope until my bound arms were raised high in the air and I was bent over at the waist in a strappado position, with my legs still held wide apart by their homemade spreader bar. I'm sure you can guess what came next. The 3 guys discussed the length and severity of my up coming spanking. That was, of course, done to scare the shit out of me. When it came, it was what I was used to and I never whimpered once while the 3 of them slapped my ass with their hands. When they finished my butt burned and felt as if it were glowing bright red, but I was really turned on and horny. I could feel my pussy juices running down my legs. I would have said "FUCK ME YOU FOOLS", but before I completed that thought a cock was being buried in my soaking cunt from behind. All 3 of them fucked me doggie-style. GOD, it felt good to have their cocks buried to the hilt in my pussy, and the slapping of their hips against my ass just made me thrust back at them. At one point, one of the guys climbed under my bent over body. His targets were my dangling boobs. I'm sure there was some sticky chocolate residue on them. He licked and sucked my tits, until I was sure that there couldn't possibly be any chocolate left, and then he squeezed them, and pinched, rolled and sucked my nipples.

When they finished with me, I was completely released and my blindfold finally removed. I knew one of the guys was Ryan, but I never figured out who the other 2 were by their voices. It was Jack and Billy, and I had seen them last spring with the Varsity baseball team, but never talked with them. They would be seniors in a few weeks, were OK kinda cute, but I probably wouldn't have dated them based solely on their looks. BUT, oh what their tongues did to my pussy made me want to get to know them better.  I took off my platform sandals and all of us made a dash out of the barn and ran naked and jumped in the pond. The water was delightful. We swam around and splashed each other and washed any sticky chocolate from our bodies. Eventually, we gathered around each other in about 5' of water and talked. I was anxious to find out where they learned to eat pussy and whether they needed chocolate syrup to disguise the taste of feminine pussy juices. There was some fooling around underwater, in which a number of fingers played with my pussy and I tried to give them hand jobs. I made out with all of them and promised that I would let them all lick my pussy in the near future. I made out a little more with each of them, before Jack and Billy said they had to go. We had the whole place to ourselves. Ryan and I played in the water a little longer, before drying off and lying naked in the sun on a big terry beach towel. Ryan made long slow sweet love to me, and I rolled over on him and more aggressively screwed him from the top. He had brought my clothes, so after we got dressed he drove me home.

Party Diversion –

Meagan had the huge house down the street from me with the ballroom and 6 guest bedrooms. On Sunday, August, 19, she held one of her all day pool parties with well over 30 kids there. Besides the cheerleaders and their boyfriends, There was a fair number of the old Catholic kids there plus some new friends people had made along the way and a few of our early girlfriends who we just didn't see much of anymore. I made sure that my new pussy licking friends, Jack and Billy, would be there along with Ryan. I drove Lisa and Ashley, and Lisa and I brought our duffle bags of bondage equipment. I thought we were early, but the other cheerleaders were already there, as well as several of our boyfriends. The cheerleaders went into the other wing of the house to change into our bikinis in Meagan's room. We all got changed and I went in to use the bathroom and put my hair up in a ponytail. When I came out, the other 4 girls had Ashley's wrists cuffed behind her back and the padded ankle cuffs affixed to her lower legs. She was also blindfolded. As the remaining cheerleaders surrounded and similarly bound me, I could only think of "What Now," because I was totally unaware of any early party games. I remembered after my last kidnapping that Ashley had expressed an interest in being "snatched" and screwed! I never saw this coming!

I heard a mess of guys outside Meagan's bedroom, and soon Ashley and I were in their clutches. They led us out the back way to the driveway. I was sat in the rear right seat of a car and a lap belt secured around me. Guys piled in the front and back and we were off. As soon as the car hit the little bump at the end of Meagan's driveway and we turned right towards town, the guy sitting next to me in the back seat grabbed my head and pulled me down to his crotch. His hard cock was waiting for my mouth and he maneuvered us so that I had no choice but to take the whole thing in my mouth and throat. He held my head down so that all I could do was to suck his cock. In addition, no one could see me as the car cruised down the street. I didn't know where we were going or how long we had been driving, but eventually we turned in somewhere and slowed. BTW, I did not finish sucking him off. After our car stopped, I heard the other car ahead of us unloading Ashley. She asked to be part of one of these kidnappings and I think she was now a little nervous, because she was mumbling things like, "Where are we?" and "What are you going to do with us?" I may have been wrong and maybe she was just playing along and building her own excitement and anticipation. They took us inside and I was seated in some kind of office chair that rolled on the concrete floor. I was sure where we were. As soon as we entered the building, I detected the faint smell of oil, grease and paint. If I were betting, I'd say we were in the body shop where Brian and Rob worked.

My ankles were tied together and soon I heard the sound of a large motor. My legs were rising into the air. I kept rising and my body was cradled until I cleared the chair and was dangling free and UPSIDE DOWN! Up and up I rose. As I went up my bikini bottoms were 1st removed, followed by my bikini top, and when I stopped, my blindfold was removed. What I saw was almost too much to take in all at once. I was, of course, naked and hanging upside down, held aloft by a heavy rope tied to my ankle cuffs and to the end of one track of a hydraulic lift to raise and lower vehicles as they were worked on. I slowly spun around with my head 5'-6' above the cement floor. My wrists were securely buckled behind my back, and I felt totally exposed and vulnerable. I looked at my body and it seemed 6" longer than if I were upright. My legs looked a mile long. My waist was stretched and narrowed so that it appeared to be only 18" in diameter. The biggest surprise was my breasts. They sagged towards the floor, lost their shape and kinda billowed almost to my neck. I looked over at Ashley, who was hanging and slowly spinning like me, about 5' away, from the end of the other hoist track. She looked gorgeous. Her well toned tanned legs looked longer than mine and her waist looked nearly as narrow. The tips of her bulging breasts came to a cute little point around her nipples. I hadn't given any thought to being turned on, but as I watched Ashley rotate around I noticed that her pussy juices glistened from the overhead lights.

The guys gathered around us. Brian, Ryan and Eric had me, and Rob, Brandon and Tyler had Ashley. At first, each grabbed our heads to steady us and made out, upside down, for a while. The hoist motor started again and we were lowered a little ways. Our biggest vibrators were turned on a medium setting and shoved all the way down into our pussies. Each group of 3 guys took turns spanking our butts as Ashley and I swayed and spun from the force of their blows. When our bare asses were pretty good and red, they stopped. Another adjustment in the height of the hoist was made. MY GOD! My pussy juices were flowing like a river! Except this time they flowed down out of my pussy, over my clit and had started to pool in my navel. Ashley's and my bound wrists were tied together so that we would no longer spin around and our arms were extended out behind us almost parallel to the floor. One at a time my 3 guys stepped up to me and inserted their now very stiff cocks in my mouth for an upside down blowjob. Ashley had to accommodate the other 3 guys. Several things were a little strange. First, my tongue was not on the underside of their cocks, and it was a little difficult swallowing all their cum. Consequently, cum dribbled out of my mouth and up into my nose and eyes. Finally, as each guy wrapped his arms around my upside down torso, his face was right in my juicy pussy. Yet, only Ryan took the opportunity to take a few licks of my throbbing clit.

When all the guys had gotten their blowjobs, our vibrators were turned up to high, and Ashley and I were left to moan and lurch and gyrate and scream while we each had several orgasms. Eventually Ashley and I were taken down and freed, except that our wrists remained buckled behind our backs. You don't think for a minute that they took us back to the party without screwing us? I saw Ashley led to a nearby office where she was bent over a desk for 3 doggie-style fuckings. My head was spinning from the blood going to my brain, and I staggered as my 3 guys took me to another part of the body shop. There, they found an old Cadillac, got a big towel and laid me out on the back seat where one after the other they screwed me. Ashley and I used the men's restroom to wash up and put our bikinis back on. When we got back to the party, we found everyone in the ballroom. The 4 remaining cheerleaders were on their knees, bound to the ballroom columns, and giving blowjobs to any guy who wanted one. Ashley and I were forced to join them, and each of us had to give 2 more BJs. With the guys seemingly satisfied, they were all shooed out to the pool to play a game of water polo. The doors were locked and the ballroom drapes closed for a secret meeting. It was no secret among the girls and there certainly was no meeting. The cheerleaders were still on their knees, in their bikinis, each bound to one of the columns. Any of the 9 or 10 remaining girls could take the opportunity to force one of us to eat their pussies!

A couple of the girls were very hesitant to have their pussies licked, but most were quite eager. The shy ones were quickly persuaded or goaded into agreement. The logic being that you'll never know if you like it, unless you try it. I think several of the girls had their pussies eaten 2 or 3 times. I had to eat only 2 girl's pussies, while Meagan and Lisa each did 4, and Ashley did 3. From where I was, I couldn't see what the other 2 cheerleaders did. Dinner was ready, but I wasn't very hungry considering all that I had swallowed that afternoon. I went for a swim and then grabbed a Coke to sip while I just relaxed in a chaise. I sat next to Ashley who had a medium sized plate of food. We had a chance to talk about our kidnapping, before others came to talk to us. Ashley loved the impromptu kidnapping, as did I, and she couldn't wait to be "kidnapped" again. At first, the other cheerleaders drifted over to us and wanted to hear the details of what the guys did to us. I guess a few of the girls who were a little late to arrive hadn't even realized that we had been kidnapped and just thought we were late. Gradually word spread among the girls and our story was told and retold many times. You know how that goes. I supposed that by the end of the party our story would have become legendary for the guys, though I'm certain that Ashley and I had just as much fun as the guys did. Around 8:00 PM I got a little hungry and found the food in the kitchen refrigerator. I grazed a little eating some cold chicken and fresh fruit. When I came back out, a few of the kids were heading home, although we had until midnight.

As 9:00 PM neared, I found Jack and Billy and told them to meet me in bedroom #3. It was my favorite bedroom at Meagan's, because of the 4 poster bed. Ryan had already screwed me and got a BJ from me that afternoon. I thought I'd let his friends Jack and Billy have 1st go at me, and asked him to join me around 10:00 PM. Jack and Billy tied me spread-eagle to the 4 poster bed. They propped my head up by placing 2 pillows under my neck and upper back. My head hung back a little giving Billy the opportunity to kneel above my head, between my spread arms, and get his cock in my mouth, while he diddled my boobs. Meanwhile Jack's fingers were busy in my pussy. When Jack was ready, Billy had to get off so that Jack could climb on top of me and screw me. They got their own little system going. First one, and then the other had me. By the time Ryan came into the room around 10:00 PM, each of them had fucked me twice. Neither of them got off in my mouth, and there was no squirt bottle of Hershey's syrup or any pussy licking. After the 2 guys said goodnight, Ryan crawled onto the bed between my spread legs. My pussy lips were swollen and open. My clit was engorged and still supersensitive. He took a few tentative licks along my prominent pussy lips and zeroed his tongue on my clit. It was a delightful long slow agonizing tease, in which he licked and swirled and flicked and finally sucked my throbbing clit until I eventually surrendered an blasted into orgasmic ecstasy.

At that point, I certainly wasn't going to complain that he could have done a more thorough job of eating my pussy. I was grateful that he made a real good effort and got me off. Before releasing me, Ryan's pent-up desires resulted in a fast hard relentless assault on my pussy, with his hard cock mercilessly pounding nonstop into my cunt until we both came. Ryan looked a little tired and said he had enough for the night. After we dressed, we checked the ballroom and then found the remaining people lounging around the pool, except those using the bedrooms. Within a half an hour, Ashley and Lisa had joined us. Wee said our goodbyes, and I drove Ashley, Lisa and Ryan home.

Yuki, Yoshi, Rolf and Me –

On the defensive side of any women's baseball game, there is no more important relationship than that between a pitcher and her catcher. Next to that is the on field relationship between the shortstop and 2nd baseman. I played 2nd base and Yuki was my shortstop. There are countless possibilities, during a game, where we had to know what the other would do when a ball was hit. The most important was who would cover 2nd base in various situations, especially with runners on base. Yuki and I worked together closely and became extremely good friends. Yuki was a declared bisexual, leaning more towards the lesbian side. Her younger sister, Yoshi, who was part of my 1st kidnapping last fall by 4 girls, was also bisexual, but liked guys more. The girls had been trying all summer to get me to come down too their uncle's Oceanside home to play. With my European trip and cheerleader practice, my summer schedule was pretty full, but I finally decided to have one maybe last fling with my lesbian side.

On Friday, August 30, I packed a small bag, along with all my necessary equipment, and went to school. We left right after school. Yuki and Yoshi were in the lead car and I followed them, although Yuki had drawn me an excellent map and provided a picture of the gate and wall surrounding the home. We angled a little southwest, avoiding a lot of LA traffic, and then drove south along the California Coast until we arrived. I pulled up behind them just as the huge double gate was swinging open. A mammoth 12' stucco wall running at least 1000' along the front of the property kept people and prying eyes out. We drove up to a large sprawling one story house with stone walls and a slate roof. There were numerous floor-to-ceiling windows giving the home and open airy modern feeling. Inside, I was given a quick tour of the main part of the house and shown where I would sleep. The home belonged to the girl's uncle, who had died earlier in the year. While the family decided what to do with it, a gardener/handyman and a housekeeper kept the place up. After our 90 minute drive down, we decided to put on our bikinis and hang around the pool until dinner. I swam a little, but we mostly talked, explaining our sexual likes and dislikes, and some fantasies. I told them all about my 1st lesbian adventure, with my Mom and her friends plus Lisa, and told them about the toys I brought. Prior to transferring to our school a year earlier, both girls attended a private boarding school on the outskirts of Tokyo, Japan. I was amazed to hear that at the age of 12, both girls were tying up girls and eating pussy, plus giving blowjobs.

Yuki grilled steaks on the gas grill set in the poolside patio. She brought out 2 bottles of a delicious California Cabernet from the central California Paso Robles region. The wine was very rich and complex, and beautifully complimented our grilled filet mignons, which were so tender and juicy that I could almost cut mine with a fork. Yoshi preferred to drink a Japanese beer that I didn't even want to try. After dinner and a little kitchen cleanup, we stripped and piled into the outdoor sunken hot tub. Yuki and I started on the 2nd bottle of wine. I have to comment here. Although I had seen both girls naked before, especially Yuki almost daily in the shower after baseball, I still wondered if "beaver," the slang term for a woman's pussy didn't originate with oriental women. Yuki's bush, labia lips and ass crack were covered with thick fur like hair. I wondered if dingleberries were a problem. Yoshi had shaved all of her pussy and ass crack, except a small patch on her mons. Anyway, as I found out a few minutes later, the girls were fastidiously clean. After the hot tub and before we could play, we underwent a cleansing. They used a white plastic pair of handcuffs to cuff my wrists behind my back and took me into a large 8 jet shower. The handcuffs were no toy. They were made of smooth molded plastic or maybe fiberglass, and were quite comfortable. The girls washed my hair, and with soft shower mitts, gently washed every inch of my body from head to toe. It was a ritual they did for their special sexual guests/slaves. They patted me dry, did my hair and put it up in a ponytail, and powdered, perfumed and applied a little makeup. The plastic cuffs were replaced with my own leather padded cuffs and a comfy fluffy terry robe was draped over my shoulders and cinched around my waist.

When everyone was ready, we went into a large sunken living room to play. My wrists were cuffed behind me the entire time, and when I wasn't eating one of their pussies, my mouth was gagged with either my ballgag or penis gag. For our 1st night, we played and experimented with multiple combinations and uses of my girl-girl equipment much like I have described several times in Parts 8 and 9 of this story. No one kept score. Things just naturally flowed from one thing or position to the next. Except that I was the bound submissive for the evening, I licked my fair share of pussies and had my pussy eaten out about the same number of times. My pussy was fucked by a strap-on, from the front and doggie-style, as much as anyone else's. We played for nearly 4 hours and all of us were pretty sexually satiated at the end. They freed me and let me use the bathroom to get ready for bed. Then, I was bent over my bed and a small 3" remote controlled bullet vibrator was stuffed up my twat. This was followed by half a rolled up Kotex sanitary napkin shoved in after the bullet to act as a cork to hold it in. In all our talks by the pool and in the hot tub, my virgin little rosebud was never mentioned by me or the girls. To my amazement and indignation, a small butt plug was lubed up and unceremoniously worked into my virgin asshole until it seated itself. They had me crawl up in the center of my bed, flip onto my back and tied me spread-eagled to the corners of the bed. Before saying good night, Yuki turned my little bullet on LOW and left me there for the night. It took a little scooting around and putting more of my weight on one ass cheek, before I got comfortable. I went right to sleep and was awakened all hot and horny at 7:00 AM Saturday morning.

After I was freed and the Kotex cork and vibrator removed, the butt plug made a satisfying "POP" when it came out. I was told to use the bathroom and come out for breakfast. My cleansing ritual would occur after breakfast. While we ate, Yuki explained that her older brother and roommate were driving up from San Diego that evening and wondered if I wanted to let them play with me. Yuki and I were 17 and Yoshi had just turned 16. These guys would be older college men, maybe 19 or 20 years old. Did I want to get fucked by older more experienced men? YES, was the obvious answer! The white plastic handcuffs were locked on my wrists in the shower. Although I was the one who spent the night with a buzzing vibrator in her pussy, they made me kneel in the shower and lick their pussies until each came. After everyone was clean, dry and pretty, I was informed that we would not be getting dressed and were headed down to the beach. I held my arms up and out to the side. Yuki and Yoshi quickly tied my breasts in some kind of rope bra or breast harness. Rope strands went around my back and under my breasts. Then the ropes curved up both sides of each breast, confining them on 3 sides, but not pinching them. These ropes went back and forth over my shoulders and eventually were cinched together at the top of each breast and then pulled and tightened behind my neck. The result was to raise my breasts an inch or two and make them prominently stick out, while not restricting the bloodflow. My arms were next tied forearm to forearm behind my back. A leash was tied around my waist. Yuki grabbed the end and pulled me along towards the beach.

Our little group walked single file, with Yuki leading me, and Yoshi bringing up the rear carrying a beach blanket. We headed north across the lawn; followed a sandy descending path through a thicket of multi-trunked scrubby 15-20 foot tall pine trees, emerged onto a sloping ever shifting stretch of little sand hills dotted with patches of beach grass, and finally walked onto a beautiful perhaps 1/4 mile long private beach fronting the Pacific Ocean. At either end of their beach were rock formations that jutted at least 100' out into the Ocean making the beach even more secluded? Finally, at the south end of the beach stood 8 ancient pier pilings arranged in a double row. They were all that remained of a former pier that could have been there 100 years ago. Each piling was round and about 18" in diameter and stood about 12' tall. They were bleached and weathered and worn smooth by countless years of wind and weather. Yoshi spread the beach blanket out on the sand about 25' from the gently lapping waves at the shoreline. I knelt on my haunches in the center of the blanket. What followed was what I can only describe as a long sensuous combination lesbian makeout session and tongue bath. The girls knelt on either side of me and for at least a half hour they warmly licked and kissed every inch of my exposed flesh starting at my forehead; over my entire face and neck and shoulders, down the front and sides of my torso, around my pussy, and over the tops and sides of my spread thighs. When they finished, they had my full attention and every nerve ending on my skin tingled.

Then, the real Japanese style kissing began. During our play the previous night, I either licked pussy or was gagged and didn't have a chance to kiss either girl. Yuki started and stared into my eyes for 5-10 seconds. I saw no hint of a signal that we were to move our lips in on each other. All of a sudden, she lunged and fastened her lips to mine and held our heads firmly together. Yuki was moaning and breathing heavily, but I didn't feel much of anything yet. As she held my head in a clench, her mouth opened wider and the kiss deepened. We explored each other's mouths and tongues. Suddenly she broke off the kiss and stared at me with eyes full of emotion and panting breath. Yuki stuck out her tongue and wagged it at me. I did the same and soon our tongues were rubbing and licking out in front of our mouths, until she again lunged and captured my lips with hers. It was kind of a free for all after that, until we had to break it off and come up for air. It was a prolonged very wet kiss, with our heads often changing angles, and a lot of slurping and sucking. Yuki did this move where she slurped and sucked my mouth, while her tongue fluttered rapidly against my tongue. By the time Yuki finished, I was getting into it and moaning and panting as much as she was. Yoshi went next, and back and forth they went. I soon became accustomed to this kissing ritual, and by the time they were finished with me, I was hot and horny right down to my tingling wet pussy.

Next, they concentrated on my cinched protruding breasts. They were kissed and licked everywhere with warm wet lips and tongues. My nipples were sucked and drawn out into swollen extended appendages. Finally, they sucked and sucked my nipples while using their fluttering tongues to rapidly lick my very sensitive nubs, which was very much like the way I sometimes did with a girl's clit. All this was really getting to me, but I had figured out that not only was this whole ritual a sensual respectful loving gesture, but also a tormenting tantalizing turn-on tease. When they finished on my breasts and had me so turned on that I couldn't stand it, they kissed and licked their way down my torso again to where their tongues were lapping at my pussy, before they stood me up. Yuki picked up the beach blanket and scooped up 2 little mounds of sand. They replaced the beach towel and had me lie down so that my ass was over one mound of sand, and my head rested on the other. Yuki straddled my face and I ate her pussy, while Yoshi was busy between my spread legs thoroughly licking my pussy and releasing all my pent up frustration. After Yuki and I came, the girls traded positions and we did it again. When we all got up, I first noticed a little bag lying in the sand by the beach towel. Yuki took me to the shoreline. She pulled my little waterproof vibrating egg and some ropes out of the bag. She inserted the egg deep in my pussy and secured it inside me by tying a crotch rope between my pussy lips. Yoshi had been rummaging in a pile of driftwood at the back of the beach and walked back holding a fairly straight piece about 4' long. They made me spread my legs and tied my ankles to the makeshift spreaderbar. I couldn't figure out what all this had to do with my proximity to the ocean, but I soon found out.

They helped me wade a few feet out into the ocean. They pulled me backwards and laid me down on my back in the wet sand, so that when the little waves broke on shore, they lapped at my pussy! My vibrator was turned on remotely to a medium setting and the girls went back to the beach towel and started playing with each other. Yuki and Yoshi were giggling and having fun eating each other's pussy, while I lay there on the brink of orgasm with the waves teasing my clit. At some point my vibrator shifted to high. I came almost immediately, and laid there wriggling and bucking and moaning through 2 more orgasms, before being released. We walked back to the house and it was into the shower for all 3 of us. They left me to finish up in the bathroom, and a short while later I appeared in the kitchen for lunch wearing the terrycloth robe. During lunch, Yoshi had a little evil grin on her face, and Yuki finally told me that Yoshi would be playing with me after lunch. I was to meet her at the front door wearing my tennis shoes. Yuki would cleanup the table and do the dishes.

When I got to the front door, Yoshi was waiting for me. In short order she prepared me for whatever game we were going to play. My robe was removed to leave me naked except for my tennis shoes. My wrists were buckled into my padded leather cuffs behind my back. One of the girl's bullet vibrators was shoved up my pussy, turned on low and secured in place with a crotch rope. My penis gag was forced deep in my mouth and buckled behind my head. Yoshi opened a small jar, with Japanese writing on it. She carefully rubbed the white crème into my pussy lips, saying that it was a Japanese herbal pussy crème that men liked to see. With my gag, I was in no position to argue or question. Yoshi bent me over and worked a well lubricated foxtail fur butt plug into my other hole. The foxtail was gray and about 18" long. Finally, she tied a long rope around my waist and led me out the front door and told me to wait there. As I waited, I began to feel my pussy lips tingling a bit. I looked down and saw that my pussy lips were swelling up and turning red. Apparently this crème drew my blood to the surface and caused my pussy lips to become engorged. There was no pain or other discomfort, except for the pleasurable tingly feeling. I heard him, before I saw him, "Rolf, Rolf!" Lumbering around the south corner of the house was this huge Great Dane dog pulling a 4 wheel gardening cart, with Yoshi riding in it.

I was introduced to Rolf, their pet Great Dane dog, who was the size of a miniature horse and probably weighed over 200 pounds. Rolf was very friendly and sniffed me up and down without any interest. I noticed that he had leather booties tied to his feet, like those that sled dogs would wear in Alaska. Yoshi took the tow rope off of Rolf's harness and tied the long rope fastened to my waist to Rolf's harness. At a signal from Yoshi, Rolf took off at a little trot towards the north border of the lawn, which was lined by that thicket of 15'-20' scrubby pine trees. Rolf was now pulling me and I had to trot behind to keep up. The bullet vibe was buzzing in my pussy; the crotch rope rubbed at my swollen pussy lips, and my foxtail wagged back and forth behind me. When Rolf reached the trees, he slowed and sniffed his way all along the north edge of the lawn. I could now walk behind him at a normal pace. When Rolf got to the wall along the road he turned left and sniffed his way along the bushes planted on the inside of the wall. When Rolf found the right bush, he lifted his leg and let loose with a mighty stream of piss. With his current business completed, Rolf trotted back to Yoshi up by the house.

The rope attaching me to Rolf was removed. Yoshi had a 4" slice of some kind of sausage and rubbed it all over my tits. She fed Rolf the sausage slice and the dog went to drink from his water bowl. Yoshi told me that she would give me a 50' head start and then would send Rolf after me. I walked out into the lawn and heard Yoshi command, "Get her!" I started to run, but could see over my shoulder that Rolf was closing on me by leaps and bounds. I turned around to face the dog and started feinting right and left, but Rolf was too quick. He toyed with me, matching my every move, as I went left and right backpedaling. I stumbled and wound up sprawled flat on my back. Quick as a flash Rolf was on top of me straddling my body. I swear that dog grinned at me. He licked my pussy once and then started licking the sausage residue off my tits. When Rolf was satisfied that he ad gotten every last lick of sausage off my tits, he used his big head to flip me over. He grabbed my foxtail in his teeth, pulled it out of my asshole and trotted off triumphantly. I was left to get up and walk back to the house.

Yoshi had a naked bound and gagged Yuki standing next to her with a crotch rope tied between her red swollen pussy lips. Yoshi tied Yuki's and my wrists to the handle of the garden cart. She and Rolf piled into the cart and ordered us to pull the cart around the yard. The cart had 4 balloon tire wheels, so the pulling wasn't too difficult, but Yoshi prodded us along by flicking a cat-o-nine tails on our asses. After about 15 minutes we drew to a halt. Yuki and I were released from the cart handle and our gags were removed. We had to go around to the rear of the cart, where Yoshi had perched. We had to kneel in the grass and eat Yoshi's pussy. But, our afternoon of torment was not over.

 

Yuki and I were taken to the scrubby multi-stemmed pine trees and our wrists were tied up and spread to individual 4" trunks/stems of 2 different trees. Yoshi administered 10 more whacks from the cat-o-nine tails to each of our asses, and she left us tied there. She returned a few minutes later with 2 long shoelaces and more slices of sausage. After rubbing our tits with sausage, Yoshi strung 2 slices of sausage with a shoelace, wrapped it around my tits and tied it behind me. She centered each piece of sausage over one of my tits and did the same to Yuki. She left us tied there and went and played Frisbee out in the yard with Rolf. It might have been 30 minutes before Yoshi came back to check on us. That vibrator and crotch rope had been buzzing away in my love hole, as well as on my swollen red pussy lips and clit, for an awfully long time, but I wasn't yet ready to beg to come. "Are you girls ready to come," Yoshi asked rhetorically and quipped, "rolf has his eye on your sausage tits." At her command, Rolf raced towards me with that stupid grin look on his face and his tail wagging. Thank God for those leather booties. Rolf jumped up on me, with his front paws resting on my shoulders, and swiftly plucked the sausages off my titties and wolfed them down. Before he went over to Yuki, Rolf made sure that he had licked every last vestige of sausage flavor off my tits. As soon as Rolf had finished on Yuki, our vibrators remotely sprang to life on high.

I groaned as I realized just how badly I needed to come. I felt the orgasm building rapidly, but I fought it all the way hoping for one of those mind blowing orgasms, because I didn't know if I would get another. When it came, my scream echoed over the enclosed front yard and my knees gave way. I didn't pass out, but hung there by my bound wrists for a couple minutes, until I could get my legs back under me. Yoshi had brought out a lightweight aluminum chaise lounge, some magazines and more sausage slices. My vibrator had resumed its buzzing on low. Yoshi prepared 2 more sausage slice string bikini tops and tied them on Yuki and me. Yoshi parked herself in the lounge chair and read her magazines, while Rolf lay at her side staring at those sausage slices covering our nipples. When it all became too much for Rolf, he would whimper and whine. From time to time Yoshi remotely turned the speed up on our vibrators, for a few minutes, just to tease us. Rolf's whining and howling must have gotten to Yoshi after awhile, because she eventually let Rolf strip and lick our titties clean. After that, the vibrators revved up to high and Yuki and I had our 2nd gigantic orgasms of the afternoon. Once Yuki and I were freed, we helped cleanup the front yard and all 3 of us headed for yet another cleansing shower ritual.

We hung around the pool for the rest of the afternoon. For dinner, we had a delicious grilled salmon and a hot rice dish with vegetables. Yuki and I had white wine, while Yoshi still preferred beer. As we finished our dinner around the large dining table, the men arrived. There were 4 of them instead of the expected 2. Takashi was the girl's older brother, along with his roommate and a set of twins, who were their friends. I can't remember their names. Everyone was very cordial and polite. Yuki and Yoshi brought out some sandwich fixings for the men, and they chose beer except for Takashi, who drank Saké. Introductions were made and we easily fell into conversation. I couldn't help notice how similar the men looked; stocky muscular frames, squareish heads, short black hair and black slanted eyes. Whereas Yuki and Yoshi had long lean figures, slim hips, long straight black hair, but did not have slanted eyes. Instead, they were straight and a very dark brown color, due probably to their mother's American genes. However, you might think that they would have small breasts, but each had a nice pair of B-cup tits. Eventually the conversation turned to our bondage play.  Takashi asked me if I wanted to play after dinner, but I responded that tomorrow would be soon enough, because we were not yet finished with Yoshi. There was a little discussion about whether Yoshi should be allowed to play with us, but she quickly pointed out that she was 16 and we were only 17 (still jail bait), and her insistence got her included. It was decided that soft cotton rope would be used rather than the traditional Japanese jute or hemp. No analplay would be allowed, by my insistence, and condoms were mandatory. We left the men to finish eating and clean up their dishes.

Yuki and I took Yoshi into the weight room and stripped off her bikini. I mostly watched as Yuki strapped her down to a padded weight bench, with her butt at one end and her head at the other. Yoshi's wrists were tied under the bench and 3 straps, from shoulders to waist, held her down. Then, we tied long ropes to her ankles and pulled her legs apart and pulled them back until they were even with her head. The ropes were tied off to hooks on the wall that held the straps. Yoshi's ass and pussy stood high in the air. Yuki used the cat-o-nine tails and really wailed on Yoshi's ass. It was as red as I've ever seen a beaten ass. Yuki whispered to me that we weren't going to let her come for at least an hour. I went first and knelt down. I used my tongue and mouth to bring Yoshi to the edge 4 or 5 times, until she frantically begged that she couldn't take anymore. I looked at the clock. Only 25 minutes had gone by, but Yuki shook her head no. She told me to sit on Yoshi's face and make her lick me good. After I had 2 orgasms, Yuki took over licking and teasing Yoshi's pussy. Yoshi lasted about another 20 minutes, before she begged and pleaded to come, but Yuki straddled her face and made her younger sister eat her out. Once satisfied, Yuki put her sister out of her misery in about 3 minutes. On the way into the living room, we donned our robes and the 3 of us found the men playing pool. I thought the twins looked sorta cute out of the 4. It was evident that Takashi had been hitting the Saké bottle heavily. He offered me a taste and I didn't care for the rice based liquor.

Midnight Gangbang –

In the living room, Yoshi was again stripped and tied up on the floor. Yuki inserted a remote controlled bullet vibrator up her pussy, and Yuki and I sat on a sofa and started watching a movie. From time to time, Yuki cranked up the vibrator, but wasn't inclined to let Yoshi come yet. The next thing I knew I was abruptly awakened by a hand over my mouth and my wrists being tied behind my back. The TV showed only flickering snow and the clock read 12:10 AM. I was wrestled out the front door and onto the front lawn. I was asked if I wanted to play. It was technically tomorrow, so I nodded my head, yes. "You're not going to scream are you," one of them asked me. I shook my head, no. The hand was removed. I was sitting upright on the lawn with my legs tucked under me. The belt on my robe was untied and pulled over my shoulders and down my bound arms. It pooled around my hips. My naked breasts shown in the moonlight and the shadows accentuated my cleavage. I saw that it was the twins and one of them pulled down his shorts to reveal his hard cock. I had psyched myself up for playing with these college men. I gave the 1st twin my best long slow blowjob. When I finished, the 2nd twin was waiting with his erection. Neither of the twin's cocks was particularly thick, but they were nice and long. I easily took them into my throat, and both howled when they came.

Takashi's roommate came out with a handful of ropes, and reported that Takashi had passed out on the poolroom floor. He said that we can tie Christine up tight and take her down to the beach. They stood me up, untied my wrists and removed my robe. My arms were tied behind my back at the wrists, forearms and above my elbows. More ropes were wound around my torso, forming a figure 8 over my breasts, and around my waist binding my arms to my body. While they tied me up, one of the twins asked me if I like it rough. I replied, "I like it a "little" rough, and like to be manhandled." "Also, a "little" pain turns me on," It was best to wait and see how they defined "little" in their minds. As I walked down the descending sandy path to the beach, the sands shifted under my bare feet and I knew that my ass was swaying and wiggling as I walked. I caught the twins, walking behind me, ogling my butt so I put on a little show for them. When we got to the beach, Takashi's roommate picked me up and carried me over his shoulder while he ran around the beach with me. The twins chased after, and when Takashi's roommate stopped, they all started spanking my raised exposed ass. I shrieked and laughed and kicked my legs. They laughed as much as I did, but after a moderate little spanking I was dumped down onto the sand. I scrambled and got myself up on my knees to face them. Takashi's roommate was already freeing his cock, and it was waiting for me when I settled into a comfortable position. Like the twin's, his cock was thin, but not quite as long.

I gave Takashi's roommate my best long slow blowjob, but when it was the twins turn, they were a little more forceful. After I licked their balls and all over their penises, they fucked my mouth in short bursts. In between these forays, they would seemingly rest and hold their cocks in my mouth or my throat for me to suck. Eventually they vigorously pounded their cocks in and out until each shot his load of cum into my throat. I fully expected them to shout "Bonsai" or some other victory term. When the last of the 3 had finished, I was pushed down onto my face. The three knelt around me and began spanking my ass with more enthusiasm. I was excited from giving the first blowjobs back up on the lawn and the prospects of getting fucked by these college men. Now I was even more turned on. I could feel that I was really wet and I felt the sand between my legs sticking to my pussy. I squealed some more and kicked my legs like a spoiled 3 year old, which only egged them on more. When they finished, I felt a pretty good burn and prickly sensation on my ass, but I was really hot and horny for their cocks. They rolled me over onto my back and I lay there with my legs spread staring up at them. It was then I noticed in the moonlight that one of the identical twins had a small scar on his cheekbone under his left eye. "What are you guys gonna do with those big cocks?" I asked. I didn't want them to fuck me with my pussy coated with sand. They got me up, removed all my rope bindings, brushed as much sand off me that they could, and dragged me, struggling and kicking, out into the ocean.

We stopped out in the gently rolling breakers at a point where the waves broke over my pussy. After 10-12 waves had washed between my legs, one of them reached around from behind me and thoroughly fingered my pussy. "She's all cleaned off." He said. They pulled me over to one of the ancient wooden pier pilings and backed me up to it. My arms were raised overhead and my wrists were tied behind the piling. Another rope around my waist secured me to the piling. Takashi's roommate went 1st. He started kissing me and squeezing and playing with my nipples and tits, but the twins kept chanting, "C'mon FUCK her, FUCK her, FUCK her!" He had to find his shorts laying in the sand and pullout a condom packet. As he opened it, I could see Japanese writing on the packet. When he rolled it on his still rock hard cock, I saw that it was absolutely clear. I asked, "How do you guys keep it up so long?" They all smiled and chanted, "We took the blue pill!" That made me wonder if they would fuck me all night. He slowly slipped his cock right into my ready waiting love tunnel. His condom must have been super thin, because I could feel every bump, ridge and vein of his dick. He fucked me non-stop, hard and fast. I came well before he did, but when he came and pulled out, one of the twins was right there

The 2nd twin wore a studded condom with maybe hundreds of little bumps all over it. It felt really good moving in and out inside me. At one point, he pulled out and ran his studded cock over my clit, until I came. Then he was right back inside me, hammering away at my sex starved pussy. It all became a blur after that. It was a gangbang. One after another they fucked me. I was tied to the piling with my feet spread wide in the sand. It seemed that I was constantly coming. I don't know how many orgasms I had. It seemed that each of the men came so fast, only to be replaced by another. I think each of them fucked me twice. None of my orgasms were of the mind blowing variety, yet each one shot through my body and dazed my brain. When they finished, my head was spinning and every nerve in my body tingled with orgasmic ecstasy. I was breathing heavily, but my mind cleared quickly. Oddly enough, I didn't feel exhausted or the least bit sore. In fact, I wanted more! After some rest time, Takashi's roommate asked me if I wanted to go some more. I could see that all of their cocks were still hard and ready. If I said, no, I think they would have had to beat their cocks down in order to get them back in their shorts. I said, "I'll go another round if you'll play with me and fuck me nice and slow, while I lay on my back." "One of you could go back up to the lawn and get my robe for me to lie on."

Problem solved. The guys stripped off their shirts and lined them up on the sand. They untied me from the old pier piling and just tied my wrists behind my back. I was laid out on my back on their shirts. Before this was over, one guy's shirt would have a good deposit of my pussy juices on it. Each of them did fuck me nice and slow. They took the time to kiss me passionately, though with a lot of that rapid tongue flicking slurping sucking action. My breasts were played with and my nipples were sucked and slurped, before they entered me. They fucked me slowly at first, but when our excitement grew, they speeded up until we climaxed nearly simultaneously every time. I raised and spread my legs and let them plunge as deep into my cunt as they could. It felt wonderful having their weight crushing my body into the sand and their cocks deep inside me. The 2nd twin with the scar kissed and played with me, and then crawled down between my legs. He said, "Here's a little sample of what we'll do to you this afternoon!" He started licking my pussy! He smacked his lips as he sampled the taste of my pussy juices. He thoroughly licked my pussy everywhere, but did not tongue fuck me. I was squirming around down there and moaning from the sheer pleasure. He teased and licked my clit, until I screamed and came, and then he buried his long cock all the way inside me. I came again rather quickly, but he kept pumping right through my orgasm. I thrust my hips up at him, seeking one colossal final orgasm, while he ravaged my love hole. It came with a thundering crash that sent spasm after spasm of pure fiery pleasure throughout my body. I screamed and gasped, trying to catch my breath from those truly "fuck your brains out" orgasms, and finally realized that his cock was spurting and twitching deep inside me, from his own orgasm.

As we all walked back to the house, they told me that they had special plans for us girls that afternoon, and assured me that it would be a lot of "fucking fun!" Takashi's roommate asked me if I had experienced the cat-o-nine tails. I told him that Yoshi had used them on Yuki and me the previous afternoon. I said, "If you're going to use them on me, I don't want any welts or marks." "I'm pretty hot and turned on when my bottom turns a bright rosy red." I picked up my terry robe still lying on the grass lawn and walked into the house. It seemed no one was up. I went to my room and took a quick shower, put on panties and zonked out immediately. It was nearly 4:00 AM!

The Ritual –

I awoke at 10"30 AM that morning and groggily staggered into the kitchen. I found everyone in the dining room. Yuki and Yoshi had eaten and were preparing food for the men. I was starved and hadn't eaten anything in over 16 hours. I had a big glass of OJ, pancakes, sausage and eggs and washed it down with 2 welcome cups of coffee. Takashi was there looking terrible. He was eating pancakes with more Saké. At that point of I didn't know what to make of him and wondered if he had a chronic drinking problem. We girls left a little after 11"00 AM to prepare for the afternoon's events. Once in the girl's bedroom, Yuki and Yoshi apologized profusely for Takashi's behavior and said that he would not be participating that afternoon. They said it was not like him and they were puzzled at his behavior.

We all got into the large 6 nozzle shower and the girls washed my hair and the rest of me, plus themselves. We dried off and blow dried our hair. Yuki explained that the men had this kind of ritual they went through and would prepare me for it. She wasn't sure exactly what they had planned, but it would be a lot of fun with plenty of blowjobs and fucking. I imagined it was to be an adaptation of some college initiation or frat party game. First, we helped each other put our hair up. The day was kinda hot and the sun was high inn the sky. I slathered on a generous coating of sun block. Next, they made up my face. Yuki painted bright red lip gloss on my lips, and Yoshi put on an awful lot of mascara and eye liner. After everyone was made up, the jar of herbal pussy cream was produced. It was rubbed into everyone's pussy lips and onto our nipples. The panties that I wore that night were stuffed into my mouth, but Yuki decided that wasn't enough. She got another pair of her used panties and packed it into my mouth too. Then, I was cleave-gagged with a silk scarf. Yuki brought pairs of nipple clamps, similar to mine, and clamped them on my now red pencil eraser nipples that had popped out. A small weight dangled from the chain connecting the clamps. My nipples and areolas were quite red and tingly, but the initial pain lasted less than a minute. When everyone's nipple clamps were on, Yuki and Yoshi lubed up butt plugs and inserted them into each other's rectums. They said that they loved the extra sensations and tightness, when they got screwed, but I still passed on the little anal invaders.

From a box on her dresser, Yuki showed me a string of 3 metal balls connected with silk thread. She rattled them in front of my faced and asked if I knew what they were. I did not. She explained that they were Ben Wa Balls and each ball had a little weight in it that rolled around as I moved, and would bring me almost constant pleasure. I inserted them up my love hole. Finally, round stamped gold medallions, with 3 cords attached, were produced from a dresser drawer. They either represented the sun or a sunflower. The 2 top cords were looped around my hips and tied in back. The center dangling cord was brought up between my legs, buried in my pussy and ass crack and tied to the cords behind me. When the other girls had their Ben Wa Balls in and their medallions secured, which covered their pussies, they gagged themselves with their panties and silk scarves. When everyone was ready, we donned beautiful silk robes and walked out into the living room. We could hear Takashi retching and throwing up somewhere in the house. The 3 college men were waiting for us. They wore identical white shorts and matching San Diego College T-shirts. After a cursory inspection, they removed our silk robes and took time to admire our bodies.

All our arms were lean and long, so they twisted them around behind us and brought them up between our shoulder blades, and they tied our wrists crossed in a double hammerlock position. More rope was wound around our upper arms in back, and over and under our breasts, leaving our breasts jutting out and our arms completely immobile. They lined us up and placed a little loop of rope around our necks. I was 3rd in line and the other end of my leash was tied to Yoshi's bound arms in front of me. Takashi's roommate grabbed Yuki's leash and we were off. We marched single file on the sandy path down to the beach. My hips swayed as I walked on the shifting sand and I began to feel the pleasurable effects of the moving Ben Wa Balls in my pussy. When we got to the beach, our leashes were taken off. Takashi's roommate took the cat-o-nine tails out of his duffle bag. He started chasing Yuki around the beach flicking the cat-o-nine tails at her perky ass. They took turns chasing us around the beach and we ran pretty fast to avoid the sting of the cat-o-nine tails. Although the twin with the scar, who chased me, easily could have hit my butt every time, he only connected 2 or 3 times during my 2 scampers around the beach. After they finished their fun, I was a little winded, but those Ben Wa Balls in my pussy had really turned me on. We were ordered to kneel on beach blankets that had been spread out on the sand. We had to bend way over so that our noses touched the blankets. Each of us was given a little introductory hand spanking. The combination of the bouncing weight on my nipple clamps, the Balls in my pussy and the little sting of the spanking left me totally aroused.

We were ordered to kneel upright. Our gags were taken off and the panties in our mouths were extracted. When Takashi's roommate came to me and took off his shorts, I was surprised to see that he had gone commando. However, I assumed that he had taken another blue pill. The 3 of us had to give blowjobs to all 3 college men. I had said the night before, that I liked it a "little" rough, and that's exactly what I got. Although they started slowly and let me lick them all over, each of them soon grabbed my head and battered in and out of my mouth, as fast as they could go, and thrust into my throat as far as they could. Takashi's roommate pumped a huge load of cum down my throat for me to swallow. I was astonished that with only 5 or so minutes rest, they were ready to go again. I did notice that with subsequent blowjobs each guy shot smaller loads of cum. I finished first and the little pile of panties on my blanket was again packed into my mouth, followed by the silk scarf gag. The twin with the scar got me to my feet and pushed me over to the old pier pilings. He removed my rope bindings and gave me a few moments to stretch and rub my arms. Long ropes were used to tie me spread-eagle between 2 of the upright pilings that were firmly buried in the sand. My long lean legs were spread about as far apart as they could go, while I was standing. When my nipple clamps were taken off I cringed and tried to double over from the sharp pain of the returning bloodflow. My nipples were bright red and hard as a rock, from the herbal pussy cream and the nipple clamps. The gold medallion covering my pussy was removed and he fished out the Ben Wa Balls from my pussy. With them came a gush of my pussy juices that flowed halfway down my thighs. I looked down at myself and saw that my pussy lips shown bright red in the sunlight.

After Yuki and Yoshi finished their blowjobs, they were prepared like I was. Except for our scarf gags, the 3 of us stood completely naked tied spread-eagle between adjacent pier pilings. The cat-o-nine tails came out again, and I nervously squirmed and braced myself. I had read that cat-o-nine tails had been used in olden times as an instrument of punishment, especially on naval vessels. They could easily rip a man's back open and leave him scarred for life. The 3 men took turns walking behind us and administering our punishment, which was meant, of course, to give us some pain, but also arouse us, as if I needed to be turned on more. They hit our butts with what I would describe as a forearm slap, which hurt a little more than a little wrist flick from the "cat." I got 5 and he moved to the next girl in line. When the 1st man had finished on all 3 of us, he passed the whip off and the process was repeated. At first we all were squealing like stuck pigs and shaking our heads no. Soon we were moaning, and it was then that I realized that it was I who was moaning much louder than the other girls. I had blocked the stinging blows out of my mind and was actually swaying with them and trying to hump the air, because there was nothing else to rub my pussy on. Each of us probably received 20-30 blows, but I really don't know. When they finished my butt was pretty sore and prickly feeling, but I tingled all over. A few surprise cracks of the cat across my breasts and one to my pussy sure brought me out of my personal reverie.

What happened next was amazing! Our gags and the panties in our mouths were removed. They played with us nicely, before they screwed us. Takashi's roommate started with me. He kissed me soundly and passionately, albeit in their wet slurpy Japanese style, but he wrapped his arms around my back and crushed my breasts against his broad muscular chest. He forced my head back in several deep kisses. He felt and squeezed and played with my breasts. My nipples were licked, slurped and sucked thoroughly. I would have fainted if I wasn't so turned on. Before he screwed me, Takashi's roommate knelt in the sand, between my spread legs, and began eating my pussy! The sight of a college man kneeling before me eating my pussy was almost more than I could assimilate. He kissed and slurped my pussy. He licked and licked my sensitive and tingling red swollen pussy lips and licked over the entrance to my vagina. That was all I could take and I came. When his tongue licked and teased and sucked my clit, I had 2 more strong orgasms. Finally, he stood, rolled on a thin clear condom and easily slipped his cock inside me. The tenderness was gone and the rough stuff was back. He fucked me hard, with wild abandon, as if there was no tomorrow, until we both came.

The twins generally followed the script. There was a lot of nice tender foreplay. The 1st twin knelt between my legs and really kissed and licked my pussy over and over everywhere. I had an orgasm while he tongue fucked me and an enormous one while he was sucking my clit. He screwed me using a studded condom and although it felt great, I just couldn't come before he finished. The twin with the little scar on his cheek really spent a lot of time between my legs. He started down on my inner thighs and lapped up all my dripping pussy juices. He licked my perineum and around the outside of my pussy lips, before really getting serious. My red pussy lips were licked as well as along the entire length of my slit. After kissing and slurping my spread open pussy, he tongue fucked me. I was gasping and moaning, trying to hold back my building orgasm for his assault on my clit. When it came, he flicked his tongue and teased me all around my clit. I couldn't stand much more and as soon as he sucked that hypersensitive little nub, I exploded and slumped in my bonds momentarily. God! That was a great orgasm, but he still had to screw me. And he did, and we came at pretty much the same time.

The other 2 men were watching and cheered their friend. I hadn't noticed that the others were finished with Yuki and Yoshi. Yuki was being untied from her spread-eagle, but her wrists were tied behind her back. She was told that she owed her guest a big thank you. Yuki dropped to her knees between my spread legs and began to eat me out. I didn't feel that it was necessary, but the Japanese have customs and I was deeply touched by her intimate act. While Yuki was eating me out, Takashi's roommate had freed Yoshi, bound her wrists behind her back and was fucking her down on the beach blanket. Yuki really showed her appreciation. She slowly licked and teased me, taking me higher and higher, and closer and closer to the elusive relief I sought. She sucked my clit, until I shrieked and climaxed, but she kept sucking. I knew why Yuki preferred lesbian sex and she was really good at it. Whether it was a few seconds later or a couple minutes, I screamed and my whole body quivered from the magnitude of the 2nd orgasm.

There was a little break when Yuki and Yoshi were finished. They were freed. I was released from my spread-eagle tie, but my wrists were re-bound behind my back. The girls and the roommate wanted to check on their brother, although he was undoubtedly in no shape to join us on the beach. Yuki asked me if I wanted to play some more with the twins. I was beginning to feel a little tired, but said that I could go one more round with each of the twins. The 3 of them picked up everything, except a beach blanket for me, and headed up to the house, leaving me alone, naked and tied, with the twins. I said to them that it's been a bit exhausting between last night and this afternoon, "Can we take it nice and slow. They did just that. Each of them made love to me, while I lay on the beach blanket on my back, and screwed me silly. When we arrived at the house a huge argument was in progress between the sisters and their brother. Yuki took me into my bedroom apologizing all the way. She told me that her brother had disgraced himself and the family name in front of guests. She had called her father and he would be arriving by 6:00 PM, and that it would be best if the twins and I left. I figured there would be Hell to pay on Takashi's part. It was almost 4:30 PM. I took a nice long shower, got myself ready, put on shorts and a top for the drive home, sorted out and packed up my stuff. I was ready to go by 5:30 PM. I thanked everyone for the good time I had. The girls were still apologizing as I pulled away. I had an easy drive back home in the light Sunday traffic, and my parents took me out to dinner. I had many stories to tell!

Junior Year -

I'm not going to dwell on my Junior Year at high school. It was the worst year of my high school career. For some reason of chance, I got all strict and mean teachers. I had homework virtually every night in every subject. Besides that, we did a lot of practice studying for the SATs in the fall. I also had a computer program to study with at night. It had thousands and thousands of sample questions for the test. When I got the results from my SAT test, I actually did very well, but was not a National Merit Scholarship semi-finalalist.  Only 3 people from our school won that honor. During our 2nd semester, we had to research and write a 50 page Junior Theme. I thought my English teacher actually was a witch. She was this tall thin haughty looking woman, with gray hair and knurly long bony fingers, and long pointy nose, who wore rouge on her face and black clothes. She had to be in her 70s or 80s, and also taught one class in Latin. Who takes Latin anymore? Everyday it was so ghostly quiet in her class, that if she wasn't lecturing, you could hear a pin drop. In all, I thought they were probably preparing us for college. All this cut down on my social life considerably.

The cheerleaders and their dance routines were a big hit. On Friday nights the stands were packed with Boosters and fans and many of them stood and sang along or danced in the aisles when we did our little routines. The sad story was that the cheerleaders were the only thing to get excited about. Our team finished the season with a dismal 1-9 record. Our quarterback was the son of one of the Coaches, and our offensive backfield was a bunch of stuck up hotshot seniors. By the end of the season all of them had lost their bluster and faded into everyday school life. Our guys never got to play until the 4th quarter, even when we were hopelessly behind. There were NO big parties centered on the football games. There were a number of little parties during the school year. Meagan had a dance party with about 50 kids there, and I had a smaller pool party early in the fall, while it was still warm enough to use the pool.

I did run for Junior Class President and won. This meant that overall I was in charge of putting on the Junior-Senior Prom. The tradition in our school is that the Junior Class puts on the Prom for the seniors, but members of both classes could attend. Even an upper classmen could bring a sophomore as their date. We did have some money from a school fund, but most of the costs would be covered by ticket sales. My Dad had some connections and knew some booking agents. Our Prom Committee picked 3 possible bands they liked and we made up a ballot for the seniors to vote on. The senior's vote picked the band they wanted and also determined that they wanted a dinner followed by the band's concert. Once that was accomplished, my Dad negotiated a contract with the band for a Saturday night in early May. It took some time for our Prom Committee to find and book a suitable venue that could handle 400-500 kids and serve them all dinner. We had a Decorating Committee and a Ticket Sales Committee. At the beginning of 2nd semester, the final plans were announced and ticket sales began. Then, the mad scramble to get a date began. Both Brian and Ryan asked me to go, and I went with both of them. A few guys and a number of girls bought single tickets and went stag and drag. On the night of the Prom, all the other cheerleaders had dates and we assembled at my house. We all went to the Prom in a huge limo. Actually, there was no dress code, and I wore a bright orange strapless sheath dress that ended about 2" above mid-thigh. I could properly sit down in it without showing anything but a little more leg. Brian and Ryan each got me nice white gardenia wrist corsages.

On the night of the Prom, Saturday, May 12, 2002, the cheerleaders and their dates assembled at my house, and we took a big limo to the Prom venue. The Ticket Committee had tables at the entrance to take tickets and check people off their master list. The Decorating Committee had done a wonderful job and the room looked beautiful, with flower arrangements on each table. I had reserved 2 tables for the cheerleaders and their dates, right up front, along with a table for the Senior Class Officers and their dates. Most of the girls wore some type of sexy clubwear type dress, and all the guys looked really handsome in their tuxedos and buttoners. However, quite a number of girls wore those frumpy prom gowns, with short puffy sleeves in pink, lime green and light blue. When people bought their tickets, they made a dinner entrée selection from 3 choices. We had provided the venue with a total count and the number of each entrée selected. We sold tickets for 420 kids. I had a reasonably good fish dinner and lots of coffee, but you can't expect gourmet food for 420 kids.

After the dinner was cleared away, the band came on stage and started their concert. They were quite good and at that time had one hit song somewhere in the middle of the Billboard Top 40! Everyone stood during the concert and clapped their hands and waved their arms to the music. A number of girls went up front in the vacated orchestra pit, to be right next to the stage, and waved their arms and went crazy. A little impromptu dancing broke out here and there. It was really wild! The 1st set lasted about 45 minutes. During the intermission, the Senior Class President came on stage and announced all those silly awards the class voted on, along with crowning the Prom king and queen. During this time, I made the rounds of the tables and said HI to my friends, and everyone said they were having a good time. The band played another 45 minute set and 2 encores, before it was over. The cheerleaders and their dates hopped in our limo and were taken to a hotel, where we had 3 double-bedroom suites booked on the same floor. From about midnight until 4:00 AM, there was nothing but sex and bondage sex. There was a considerable amount of room hopping and everyone got thoroughly laid countless times. We got a few hours sleep, had a quick room service breakfast and our limo picked us up at 11:00 AM and drove everyone back to my place.

During the school year, I had an adequate number of dates and double dates, with a barely adequate amount of sex. Besides everything else, I had modeling shoots and my work at home for the Foundation. I really had to work hard to keep my grades up, if I wanted to get into a good college. As the weather warmed up during baseball season, Lisa and I spent a lot of time out at Brewster's Pond with different guys. It was so beautiful and quiet and private out there that I felt totally uninhibited. We had sex right out there in the open on a beach blanket or just rolled around in the grass. One Sunday afternoon Lisa and I went out there alone to read and sunbathe, feeling a little horny and thinking we might at least eat each other's pussy.  I always carried a bunch of extra condoms with me and a couple pieces of short rope. You never know when the opportunity will appear. There were 4 guys from the Varsity baseball team out there fishing and swimming and drinking a little beer. Eventually they came over to us at the other end of the pond, and we started talking. One thing led to another and soon Lisa and I had broken our rule about no bondage sex during baseball season. Three of the guys had followed that old "be prepared" motto and had condoms in their wallets. We let them tie our wrists behind our backs and screw us until the condoms ran out. I had slept with 4 new juniors, without giving a blowjob, and all of them were very good.

Our women's baseball team had a fantastic season. We finished with a record of 26-2 and won the District title. We also won the District Tournament playoffs and went on to the Regional Playoffs. We won our first game, but then lost 2 in a row and were eliminated. The team seemed to just collapse under the pressure. We were making silly mistakes and errors in the field and our batting slumped. Still, this was the best any Cardinal women's baseball team had done in the school's history. Lisa started out as the #2 pitcher, behind a senior, for 5-6 games, before being elevated to #1. Yuki played shortstop and I continued to play 2nd base. We had 2 little scrappy girls batting #1 and #2. The goal was to get on base by walk, bunt or slap hit. Even in Varsity baseball, there are always a fair number of wild pitches or passed balls giving any runners on base the opportunity to steal a base and get in scoring position. Yuki batted #3 and I hit in the cleanup spot. It was a rare game when we did not score at least 2 runs in the 1st inning. Lisa finished the League season with a record of 15-0. She had one of our losses in the Regional Playoffs. I set School and League records for batting percentage, most singles and most doubles. My fielding percentage tied the School and League records.

We got a lot of press that year, especially during the last few weeks of the season. It started in the local papers and the school newspaper. Lisa's and my pictures were often included in the stories. We got dubbed the "Dynamic Duo!" Attendance at our games tripled. Reporters from the LA papers and other area papers began showing up at our games. Because they started asking questions that were too personal or those inane "How does it feel" questions, Lisa and I kinda shut down. We were still friendly and courteous, but refrained from answering any questions except about baseball. "I do my talking with my bat and my glove" became my favorite saying. Coach must have called countless colleges telling them there were some good ballplayers they should see, because college scouts were always showing up at our games. Those sleazy vultures were almost as bad as the press. Even though they knew full well what the NCAA college rules were, they would offer me pretty much anything imaginable. I pawned them off on Coach, but they called our house. They offered; free trips and vacations, parties, night clubbing, meeting famous people from their schools right up to the Governor, and many other enticements. They were so persistent and pesky that I told them that I would be visiting some colleges over the coming summer, but hadn't decided yet which ones to visit. They had to be colleges with top notch business schools and told them to mail me information about their schools. My Dad got really pissed off at them, when they called the house, and told them to call the Coach and hung up. Nels instructed our Coaches to tell all scouts to mail their college's info packets.

During the last week of school, there was a cheerleaders meeting with Coach. As a result of the seniors who got kicked off the squad earlier in the year, she informed us that the administration had adopted a new policy. Beginning next year, the JV Cheerleaders would have to include a minimum of 3 girls from each class. This would include all Cheerleader squads the following year. There were no other applicants who wanted to try out for the Varsity Cheerleader squad. So, we unanimously elected Brittany and Stephanie to our Varsity squad. We would inform the girls and the meeting was over.

School was over and I was looking forward to visiting colleges the coming summer.

*Author's Note – I have decided to end this part of my story here, because it is becoming a bit too cumbersome for me. HOWEVER, I will continue this story with a 2 part immediate sequel titled "Senior Year," which will pickup where the story ended.

Watch for "Senior Year" the 2 part conclusion to this story next month.