Naked on Summer Vacation: Sissy Summer Camp (13 Chapters)

[EddieDavidson]

That morning I woke up to the sound of my Cousin groaning above me. She had a hangover, and although I had no experience with it personally, I knew that my Aunt had them after drinking too.

“Good morning, Ma’am,” I said from the bottom of the bed. I usually waited for my Aunt or her to unbind me to start my morning rituals around the house.

“Don’t be so chipper, Fart face,” she called me. I was used to the names my Cousin liked to call me. Blair was quite creative, but fart face was one of her favorite names to refer to me.

“Sorry, Ma’am,” I said.

“What did mom say when she got home?” Blair asked me in a whimpered haze.

“I don’t know Ma’am, I tied myself to the bedpost and went to sleep after I ate your pussy,” I smiled.

“You did what?” she asked incredulously, and then when I began to repeat what I had done, she told me she heard me the first time. She dropped down from the top bunk. I could see her naked feet from under the bed. She squatted down and crooked her, eyebrow, “How dare you take advantage of me when I was drunk! You are going down for that!” she was livid. She raked her fingernails across my chest, angrily.

“You told me to come lick your pussy, Ma’am!” I said apologetically as I struggled to defend myself from her cat-like claws while still having one wrist bound to the bedpost.

“Okay, I vaguely remember doing that,” Blair admitted and withdrew her sharp fingernails from my body. She didn’t apologize for getting angry with me. “I hope that was ALL you did?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said as she reached under the bed to untie me.

“Well, that was the first and last time you’ll get to lick my pussy, so I hope you enjoyed it,” she said with a cruel tone.

“Yes, Ma’am, I licked front to back as you showed me,” I said.

“Gross, you licked my booty hole too?” Blair started getting dressed. “You can come out of your hole, rabbit,” she told me. Usually, she told me to wait until she was dressed before I could come out.

I crawled out from under the bed and stretched. My Cousin was still mostly naked and shrugged.

“Listen, I remember doing a lot of things last night, and some of them were out of line. I am sorry about that, Jenny,” she said.

“You called me Eddie, last night Ma’am,” I pouted.

“I know, but you are Jenny until my mom says otherwise. I am trying to apologize, and you aren’t making it any easier,” she said as she stood naked before me. I tried not to get aroused, but I wasn’t having a lot of luck. She smiled when she noticed my red face as I looked at my toes.

“Look, what happens when I babysit will be between us. I’ll make it up to you tonight. We are going to have a little party. You can dress like Jenny, and as long as you are behaved and keep our secret I will let you play spin the bottle and any other dirty little games,” Blair pulled my chin up so that I could look her in her pretty blue eyes. She had the cutest upturned nose and smirk on her face. She also had perfect puffy nipples set against her smallish boobs.

“We are going to be roomies. Mom let you look at Liz’s butt at the beach, didn’t she? You had your curiosity satisfied. Okay, well take a good look,” Blair stood there and let me admire her naked body. Her tits were shaped like water balloons that jutted straight out and what fascinated me was that her nipples were so puffy.

I would much later in life realize that my Aunt had a boob job, and that is why her tits looked like basketballs sewn into her chest. However, my Cousin Blair’s smallish tits were all natural and perky.

What I could see of her pussy was a thick bush of long curly hair that was trimmed on the sides but wild and unkempt in the center. There was a small line that looked like lips on a face only sideways at the bottom of her pussy. Crystal’s pussy was higher on her crotch and was much broader like a Hibiscus blossom that hadn’t fully opened. It was odd to me how different women’s vaginas were from each other.

Blair had a bubble butt, and she let me look, but she didn’t pull her cheeks apart for me.

“Okay, satisfied?” she asked after letting me ogle her.

I wasn’t. I could stare all day, but I said I was.

“Good, thank you for helping clean up. That was unexpected. You could have got me in trouble, so I owe you one,” Blair promised me. “I am going to have to beat you and discipline you. I will still be hard on you, but I am sorry that I got a little carried away. You did make a good puppy, though,” she said.

“I kind of enjoyed it, Ma’am,” I told her and she said I was weird.

I told her how about how we played pony when I was outside and how I was considering using the hairbrush as a tail. I explained that I felt terrible that I couldn’t go naked but that I was afraid they would not understand when they saw the duct tape and realized I wasn’t a real girl.

“You could just say you have your period, but that won’t last long,” she shrugged.

I didn’t know what a period even was.

“I have the perfect thing,” Blair smiled smartly and showed me her cheerleader stuff. She said that she used to be interested in all that “Rah-rah sis’s boom bah, stuff” but that she had other interests now. Blair handed me one of her pom-poms. There were colorful blue and white streamers attached to a handle. She had two sets of them.

“What should I do with this Ma’am?” I asked.

“Stick it up to your butt,” she said.

Ordinarily, I would assume she meant that figuratively and not literally like I should basically fuck off. She meant it literally.

She spit on the handle and rubbed her hand around it like she was milking it twisting and turning until she coated it. She told me that I could cum all over it, use lotion or anything as long as I didn’t wear it dry. “Although you may like it, I don’t know,” she told me to get in the thermometer position.

I did as instructed with a curtsy, and just like a colossal thermometer, she slid the rounded tip of the handle into my asshole right to the base. The end result was a gorgeous, shiny, ponytail that I could shake.

Blair noticed the marker on my face and how my nipples were red from where she drew on me. “I have a few other things you can use,” she said.

She gave me some cheap clip-on silver hoop earrings that were very popular at the time. She clipped them to my nipples, and they stung but in a good way. Blair gave me some leather belts and the leather collar I had worn the night before. She showed me how I could put black leather the belt in my mouth and then bite down in the center like a bit. Then she grabbed both ends on either side and turned my head back and forth like they were reins.

“You’ll have to give me some time to come up with a saddle or some shoes, but this should get you started,” she giggled as I shook my tush for her.

I thanked my Cousin profusely and forgave her for treating me roughly the day before.

“You are a tough little bastard; I’ll give you that. I thought you would cry when I stepped on your balls. I thought you might bite me when I put my ass on your face. You know I farted silently, didn’t you?” she said.

I hadn’t, but now I did. If that was what girl farts smelled like I was okay with it.

“The only part I really didn’t like was when you made me eat off the floor and calling me Eddie, Ma’am” I admitted.

“What about when I made you eat your own cum with a spoon?” Blair seemed particularly proud of that.

“I hate to admit that I liked the taste. I milked myself after I ate your pussy and then licked it all off my hand afterward. I know I should be punished because I didn’t put it in a tissue, Ma’am,” I admitted.

“I was in charge of you, and you used your best judgment. I will let you eat your cum when you milk yourself while I babysit,” she smiled at me playfully. I was astonished about how nice my Cousin was acting. I wondered if it was an act - Blair seemed so sincere.

“Yes, Ma’am but Aunt Sam said that a lie of omission is still a lie. If I don’t tell her that I do things differently then I am intentionally deceiving her,” I said.

“Then, you blame me. If my mom asks you if you eat cum when I babysit, then you say that I told you that you could, and I will handle it. I am the elder, and it is my responsibility,” Blair said. That did seem reasonable.

“What if your mom asks if boys come over, Ma’am?” I asked.

“That would be different. That is my lie of omission, not yours. If she comes to you and specifically asks you about these particular boys, then she already knows, and I am in deep shit. However, don’t volunteer anything to her. If you can do that, then I can be a very good roommate. If you cannot then I will find things to stick up your ass that even a freak like you won’t enjoy. Deal?” she asked.

I hesitantly accepted the deal. She told me to go milk myself but cum in a napkin, and then I could get breakfast ready and stand in the living room for my beating. I removed the pony things she had loaned me and put them in a box. Blair told me to make sure always to clean whatever had been in my ass with soap. I obeyed her cheerfully.

I was strangely happy for a return to the regular structure, and I was over the moon that my Cousin was now an ally and not an enemy. She got dressed and went to wake up her mother.

I had a relaxing spank in the bathroom while I flicked through the many mental images I had collected over the last few days of naked women. I continued to mostly think back to Crystal’s slick pussy and whether it would taste like Blair’s juicy pussy if I licked it or not. It didn’t take long for me to spunk into the tissue. I didn’t even need lotion at this point. It seemed a shame to waste the cum, so I did dab a little on my finger and rub it on my asshole. It felt good. I brushed and did my hair in pigtails and applied a fresh coat of makeup as well.

My Aunt came walking out of her bedroom in just her white robe. The robe material was made of a netted mesh that allowed you to see her skin, but you couldn’t actually see her nipples or pussy through the tiny holes. It was still very sexy that she wore it so frequently around the house.

“Ah, coffee, thank you, Jenny,” my Aunt went to the coffee maker I had started and poured herself a cup. She looked hungover as well. Her hair was all fucked up, and she had several bruises on her arm. “Thank you for cleaning up around here as well.”

“You are welcome, Ma’am, thank you for the education,” I smiled. I didn’t want to seem like a brown-noser, but on the other hand, I had always been the kind of person that wanted to be the teacher’s pet.

“How do you know I didn’t clean up around here?” Blair asked when she walked in.

“The house has never been cleaner since Jenny started training and I remember what it was like when you babysat before. The entire house was a wreck. I am hesitant to send Jenny back home when Summer is up,” my Aunt smirked at me and tousled my hair.

I showed her my tissue, and she sniffed it and then told me to throw it away. I curtsied and took my semen to the trash as I normally did. Then I started to remove my panties in the living room and wait for my punishment.

“Wait a little while, Jenny,” my Aunt said that I could eat breakfast with the family this morning because we had guests and she didn’t want them to see my punishment.

I had been told I would be punished no matter who was over, but I resisted the urge to back talk and remind her of the rule. I thanked her for her generosity and asked how many more plates should I set.

A man came walking out of my Aunt’s bedroom. He was different than the one who was there Tuesday morning. He was thin and had a beard.

“This is Jerry, he is an old friend,” My Aunt looked a little embarrassed. Jerry was not a very handsome man, and he looked shifty.

“I remember you from the beach, Sir,” I said.

“Oh, the pretty little girl standing in the parking lot with her hoo-hah out,” Jerry took a big interest in looking at me. “I’ve never seen nipples that color!” he said.

“It was just magic marker, Sir” I admitted. My Aunt glared at Blair, but she shrugged.

“Well, maybe sometime I could take you out for ice cream or something,” Jerry smiled at me. He had a creepy smile that put me off.

“I don’t think so Jerry this was probably a one-time thing,” my Aunt told me as she sipped her coffee.

“You said that last time,” Jerry had a cocky swagger to him. Unlike Jack, who seemed to deserve to have that swagger because he was handsome and strong., Jerry just looked like he was pretending. “You know what I think? I think you say you like coffee, but you just like the creamer!” he said. He blew me a kiss and left.

“Gross,” Blair shuddered after he left. “He used to want to take me for Ice Cream too when you dated him,” she said to her mother. My Aunt was about to say something snarky and funny in response when her bedroom door opened again.

Liz walked out of the bedroom. Her hair was also fucked up. She was wearing a man’s shirt and no bottoms, but it was long enough to cover her pussy and ass. She had bruises all over her legs, and she looked hung over.

“Is he gone?” she asked with a wry grin.

“Yeah,” my Aunt offered a cup of coffee to Liz.

“Did he give you the same speech he did to me about wanting coffee but really liking creamer?” she asked.

“Yeah,” my Aunt agreed.

My mind was very electrified with the possible reasons that two women were in the same bed with one man. There were so many sexual scenarios in my mind that I was thankful I had just milked myself.

“Well, hello, Jenny! Your mom tells me you have been cleaning up the house and doing book reports. I wish you lived down here. You’d be a fun student for sure,” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am, I wish I did too,” I really did wish that at the time.

“Good morning, Blair, you’ve really blossomed since you were in my English class,” she said to my Cousin.

Blair was about to say something snarky or funny to that when there was a knock at the door. My Aunt sent Blair to answer it. I was often sent to do things around the house or fetch things, but I was never to answer the door by myself.

Franklin, Manny, and the Donaldsons were in the doorway. I assumed they wanted to see if Buddy and Lewis could play. My Aunt told them they were still asleep and didn’t have their breakfast yet.

“We were actually wondering if Jenny could come out and play,” Franklin said and looked past her at me. I was in nothing but panties sitting at the kitchen table. I waved.

My Aunt looked impressed that kids were requesting to play with me - or at least with Jenny. I was impressed too. I wasn’t very athletic or outgoing as Eddie, and where I lived with my parents, I mostly stayed inside. No kid in my memory had ever come to the house looking to find me to play with them.

“What are you going to play?” my Aunt seemed skeptical for a moment.

“Horsey!” Crystal shouted gleefully, and they all smiled. They told her that Buddy and Lewis could meet us at base camp after they have their breakfast and asked to please let me come out.

“Normally, Jenny has some things she has to do in the morning, but I’ll make an exception if you wait outside,” my Aunt closed the door on them and came over to me.

“Jenny, you’ve really exceeded my expectations. I was going to have a talk with you about last night because you were not home when I left. You are still in discipline, but I think playing will be good for you. Do you want to play?” she asked me.

“Yes, Ma’am, I would love to play,” I smiled.

“You have definitely changed,” she looked at me and told me to stop wasting time and hurry up and get dressed. She sent Blair to pick out my outfit.

Blair asked me what I wanted to wear today. She was very different now as well and told me I could be as late as I wanted because my Aunt would be going out again and she would cover for me. “Just let me know and check in with me,” Blair said.

“It doesn’t really matter what I wear because ponies are naked,” I was planning to play naked. Blair put me in a short skirt and a tank top and gave me the box of pony stuff. She kissed me on the cheek and told me to have fun. This was definitely not the wicked Cousin from last night.

When I came out into the living room, my Aunt was talking to the kids. I was worried they would tell her too much about the game and she may cancel it.

“So, you never go to the beach?” My Aunt asked the Donaldsons.

They told her that since they moved here a year ago their parents haven’t taken them because they are fair skinned and burn easily.

“If you ask your parents I’ll be happy to take you this afternoon, would you like that?” my Aunt smiled at them. Manny and Franklin said they weren’t interested, but the Donaldson wanted to go. That would mean I would be naked in front of them anyway when I changed into my suit or took it off to shower.

“I got a question for you,” George asked in his deep hick accent. “You seem like one of them there women-libbers like Anita Bryant?” he asked her.

“Not really and I don’t think Anita Bryant is a woman’s libber but what is your question?” my Aunt had a trace of a playful smirk on her face like she was expecting a funny question.

“How come Eddie had to go home, but Jenny got to stay?” he asked her.

“Well, Eddie was a handful and a lot of trouble, and we liked Jenny better,” my Aunt smiled at me with a rueful grin because technically she wasn’t lying. They had sent Eddie away, and now I was Jenny.

“Well, then how come if you like Jenny so much you make her call all women Ma’am, but then if you believe in equal rights and all that she doesn’t have to call all men Sir?” he asked.

“Jenny has to call all women Ma’am and all men Sir,” my Aunt said, “because it is respectful.”

“Well, she said she had to call my sister Ma’am, but that I was a silly boy and she only had to call grown men Sir!” George seemed angry that this was not fair from his perspective.

No one else in his friend’s circle seemed to care one way or the other.

“Would you like Jenny to call you Sir?” my Aunt asked him with that smirky-grin like she is thinking of something witty to say.

“Hell Yeah! and tell my danged old sisters to do the same thing!” George demanded.

“I can’t control your sisters, but Jenny, you know that George is older than you. You will refer to your betters as Sir. That includes Franklin, Manny, and George, is that understood?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am, I am sorry,” I answered.

“Apologize to them,” my Aunt didn’t want me to apologize.

“I am sorry, Mr. Franklin, Mr. Manny, and Mr. George, I should never have called you silly boys. I will call you Sir from now on! please accept my apology.” I said.

“You will be punished after you get home,” My Aunt didn’t want to spoil the fun by making everyone wait for a spanking, but she made it clear I would be spanked for that. I had assumed she didn’t mean boys near my own age, but she had.

“That means she’s got to do what I say, right?” George asked for clarification on just what being called Sir entitled him too.

“While you are playing then you will listen to the older kids and do as they say unless it is sexual, dangerous or they are telling you to cheat, steal or lie. I assumed that was implied, but obviously, I need to tell you these things, don’t I Jenny?” my Aunt said sternly.

“Yes, Ma’am, I am sorry,” I said as I held the basket of pony toys.

“What is in this basket?” she asked me.

“They are pony toys. Blair let me borrow them,” I said.

My Aunt looked over the items and cocked a curious eyebrow at Blair. “It isn’t like Blair to be so generous,” she smiled and told me to go play with my friends. “We’ll talk about all this later,” she assured me.

“Are you in trouble?” Crystal asked as soon as we left.

“Sure, she is! You heard her Aunt! Jenny’s getting a spanking for not calling me Sir!” George gloated at my punishment.

“No one likes a tattle tale, George!” his sister Lori told him and that I am probably not getting a spanking. I’ll just get talked too.

“No, Ma’am, I’ll get a spanking, but that is okay. It helps me to remember not to misbehave,” I admitted.

“Hah, when my parents give me a spanking, it doesn’t do jack shit!” Lori slapped her own rather plump ass hard and proudly demonstrated she was built like a brick shit house that would not crumble.

“Dad would need a god damned Backhoe to put a dent in an ass the size of yours,” George laughed at his sister, and the two bickered and joked.

“What is in the box?” Crystal was very curious about the shiny stuff she saw at the top of the box of horsey stuff.

“You’ll see when we get to base camp! Should we stop and get cowboy and Indian stuff too, Sir?” I asked Franklin.

“Dang, you are really going to call us, Sir! I thought that was some white people bullshit you say, and then you aren’t actually going to do!” Franklin seemed more interested in me actually addressing him as Sir then getting the cowboy and Indian playthings. We walked to his house to get them.

“Yes, she is, and she has to do what we tell her!” George insisted.

“Nothing nasty, though!” Crystal said.

“Yeah, but if I tell her to pick a booger, then she has too!” George insisted that is what my Aunt had specifically said.

“She never said Jenny has to pick a booger. She meant you could tell her not to cross the street or to watch out for water moccasins in the lake and shit like that,” Lori corrected.

I wasn’t sure what was correct. I didn’t want to pick a booger in front of everyone. I also knew that my Cousin could tell me to do almost anything my Aunt could.

“Which is it, then?” George asked me to answer the question. I remembered what I had been told about the lies of omission and not having to volunteer information, but when asked, I would need to be honest.

“I don’t know. I have to obey my Cousin like she was my Aunt when she babysits, you’ll have to ask my Aunt, Sir” I told the truth.

“You have to do what Blair tells you? She is a Bitch’s bitch!” Lori didn’t like my Cousin. Lori said that she never got along with Blair and that she made fun of her weight at school.

“She was very nice this morning. She is the one who donated the pony stuff,” I said.

“This box ain’t going to explode when we open it and a bunch of plastic snakes pop out and scare the shit out of us is it?” Lori asked skeptically.

“No, Ma’am,” I smiled. We collected the toy guns and Indian stuff from Franklin and Manny’s house and walked towards base camp.

“You going to pussy out again today and prance around in your panties again?” Lori asked. I found it fascinating she chose a word like pussy to mean coward because I was finding women to be the more courageous of the genders.

“No, Ma’am,” I said.

“Good, because I would tell my brother to order you to whip them off if I have to do it,” Lori smiled playfully.

“You are older than me, so you have as much authority as he does, Ma’am,” I told her. Lori liked that, and she insisted I would be getting naked if she and Crystal did. Everyone was excited about this new game.

Buddy and Lewis caught up to us before we reached the woods. They were excited to play and wearing shorts and tank tops with sneakers. They were jumping up and down and said they wanted to be ponies too.

“You can’t be ponies. Only girls can be ponies!” Franklin told them, and my cousins deflated their enthusiasm.

“Why not? There are boy horses, and there are girl horses,” Crystal smiled at my cousins, and they began jumping and down again and whinnying.

“Why not is because I don’t want to see their peckers flopping up and down!” Franklin explained.

“You pull their pants down every time you interrogate them as the Sheriff!” Crystal reminded him.

“Yeah, but that is an interrogation, it’s different seeing it flop up and down,” Franklin moved his head up and down to simulate the cadence of a dick going up and down.

“Can you make your dong do like a helicopter?” Lori asked Buddy if he could spin his dick.

Buddy stood in place with his legs apart and gyrated his hips like Elvis to simulate the way he would do the helicopter if he were naked. Lori agreed with her sister that they could be ponies if they wanted. “You don’t have to ride them if you don’t want too,” she said but invited my cousins to be part of the herd.

I felt elated because the girls had given permission for there to be boy ponies out in the woods. The problem was they all still thought I was really a girl, so I would need to continue to pretend to be one. “I’ve only got four tails,” I said.

“Tails?” Crystal smiled broadly.

“Wait, tails for our butts?” Lori became skeptical and said that Buddy and Lewis could wear them and she’d go without.

“Chicken!” Crystal teased her sister.

Once we were in the woods, I opened the box and showed them the pom poms. I shook them, and everyone could see how the long strands that hung out of the back were like a decorated horsetail.

They were as close to a real horse tail as a construction paper headband that says “Indian” on it and has turquoise diamonds drawn on it is to an authentic American Indian headdress, but everyone thought they were cool anyway.

Once we got to the base camp, Lori began threatening her brother not to throw her clothes up in the tree. “I am going to take them off, alright? Just don’t throw them up in a tree this time!” she said to him.

George promised not to touch her clothes.

Once Lori was completely naked, he chucked her clothes high in the nearest tree and said she could have them when we were done playing.

“You motherfucker, if we miss out on going to the beach today I am going to sit right on your head,” Lori cussed her brother.

He laughed and said he’d like to see her try. The Donaldson had a funny relationship of playful bickering and teasing each other. It wasn’t like how Blair bullied and dominated me the night before. It was more like they got on each other’s nerves and played jokes on each other, but they knew they were a family. I really liked and respected that.

I took off my clothes near Lori behind some trees away from the boys. I was careful to keep my front to her. I had tucked my prick under me and taped it with care so that it wouldn’t peek out the back like a little mushroom-headed tail. However, I didn’t want to take any chances.

I was really nervous now. It wasn’t the humiliation of being seen naked. It was the humiliation of being discovered for a biological boy after making everyone believe I was really Jenny. I was starting to understand how heavy and weighted it feels when you tell a lie upon lie to cover up for an existing lie.

My intentions had been good. Initially, I had desired that Crystal seemed to like me as a girl, and I wanted to maintain that. When Franklin rode me yesterday and liked looking at my ass I wanted to continue that illusion for him so that he didn’t feel disgusted with himself for looking at a boy’s bottom and lusting after it.

However, I was feeling regret and alarm at being discovered and found out as a liar. I could see how when you aren’t lying and deceiving you don’t have to worry about what people would think of you when they find out your dirty little secret and my dirty little secret was 2-3 inches of pink cock and balls tucked under a sparkling clean butthole.

Buddy and Lewis came over to where we were standing already naked and shoeless. They wanted to be turned into ponies.

I took out the four pom poms and spit on mine and began to lube it up. Crystal scrunched her nose because she recognized it looked like I was jerking it off. She also seemed curious if I was really going to stick the tail up my butt.

I demonstrated once it was lubed up by reaching around and pushing the handle straight up my asshole to the base. I turned around and shook my pom pom fronds, and they giggled. Buddy and Lewis were ready to do their own, but I told them I would help them.

Lori walked over naked to observe as well.

Crystal reluctantly took hers and spit on it. She offered it to Lori if she was going to change her mind.

“No, I am just here to see if you are really going to wear a tail,” she said.

“Ponies wear tails, Lori!” she said.

“Well, this pony has a short tail,” Lori pointed her thumbs over her shoulder to indicate her ass was an exit NOT an entrance.

Then Lori noticed my mangina. I had a good bushy patch of red curly pubic hair. I could tell she knew something was wrong by the look on her face.

“Where is your slit?” she asked as she looked at the base of my groin.

“I just have a thin one, Ma’am” I was going with the premise that my Aunt had told me about little girls who change at the beach having a tiny slit. My Cousin Blair had a pussy shaped like two or three inches of thin lips on a face, so I assumed my theoretical pussy was even smaller than that.

Lori and Crystal approached me skeptically.

Lori touched her pussy. She had a huge clit hood that hung out, and you could see in the folds of her pussy. She tapped it. “Pull your clit out real fast, I just want to see it,” she said.

“You have to do what we tell you,” Lori reminded me.

“Not if it is sexual, Ma’am,” I said as I looked down. I was turning red-faced.

“This isn’t sex. I just want to see if you have anything between your legs. All I see is hair,” Lori approached closer and then quickly put her finger on my crotch and felt around until she found the duct tape and balls.

I didn’t resist her as she pulled it off and let my dick flop down. She looked disappointed in me.

Crystal looked betrayed, which was even worse. Franklin, George, and Manny were talking over by the trees about what they were going to do to us as ponies. They were getting bored of waiting and told us to hurry up. Lori told them to “Hold their horses.”

They replied that was what they intended to do - but they meant it literally.

Lori didn’t answer back with her usual snark. She looked at me like she couldn’t believe the audacity I had to lie to them. I felt so guilty and ashamed of myself for presenting as a girl now.

“Why would your Aunt tell us you were a girl if you aren’t?” Lori said as she looked at me like I should be ashamed. Buddy and Lewis were giggling.

“My Aunt is training me to learn what it is like from a girl’s perspective because I was a horny little pervert. I was playing with myself, talking back, acting like a know it all, peeping on girls, and sniffing their panties, Ma’am.” I admitted.

“Sounds like every boy I’ve ever known,” Lori told me to continue the story.

“Eddie is lazy, selfish, bratty, and he is a stick in the mud. My Aunt told me I would be Jenny for the Summer. She said she would educate me in sissy summer camp to learn patience and obedience. That is why I call everyone Sir and Ma’am, and you saw my Cousin walking me the other day. She was teaching me to walk in heels,” I admitted.

“Crystal still can’t walk in heels,” Lori chuckled, but she didn’t see the point of any of this.

“Since I started as Jenny, you guys seemed to like me. You came to the house to ask for me by my name to play. I have never had anyone come to my house and ask to play with me by name. I was always picked last for teams,” I said.

“So you LIKE being a girl?” Lori knotted her brow like she couldn’t understand that. “George gets everything first. George can stay up later, go out longer. George almost never gets in trouble. George gets all the coolest toys. It sucks being a girl!” Lori laughed.

“I used to think boys had the best toys, but I drank tea with a little girl at TG&Y and played with Barbies and Unicorn horses. It was like a whole new world, Ma’am,” I said.

“You had tea with Lydia; I’ll bet!” Crystal knew the girl, and I agreed.

“Well, I don’t understand why you would want to be a girl, and I don’t understand why you would lie to us about it,” Lori shook her head.

“The choice wasn’t mine. My Aunt said this education would be best for me. She was going to send me home if I didn’t obey and I lied because it is my nature to lie, and I am sorry Ma’am” I was ready to tell the others too.

“You lied because you wanted us to like you but we already liked you,” Crystal looked disappointed then asked me if I wanted to be a boy pony or a girl pony.

“I am a boy pony, reluctantly” I admitted as I shook my cock reluctantly.

“I asked what you wanted to be. None of us out here are really ponies. Now, before I change my mind about sticking this pom pom up my butt, tell me, do you want to be a girl pony or a boy pony?” Crystal asked.

“I would prefer to be a girl pony, Ma’am” I answered Crystal and told her the truth.

“Then you are a girl pony,” Crystal told Lori to put my tape back. Lori gave me the tape and let me tuck myself back. Lori wasn’t happy that I had lied to her.

Crystal lubed up her pom pom and shoved it up her ass. She made a funny face and then smiled once it was in. She shook her hips like a hula dancer rapidly, and the pom pom rustled majestically behind her asscheeks.

I helped Buddy and Lewis with theirs. They REALLY liked it - a little too much. They pulled their tails out and slid them back in several times.

“So, you are just going to lie to George, Franklin, and Manny?” Lori asked me.

“No, Ma’am, I will tell them I am a boy, but when I am a pony, I am a girl. My Aunt told me that what is between my legs is nobody’s business but that I should learn to be honest. If it is going to hurt people, then I need to know when to tell them the truth.” I said. This was a precious lesson that has stuck with me since that day.

I attached the bangle hoop earrings to my nipples and gave a pair to Crystal to wear. She looked intimidated by the fact that they would be pinching her nipples.

Lori snatched them out of her sister’s hand and applied them to her own massive nipples. The silver rings made her look kind of like a cow to me, but Lori really liked them.

I had several belts, and I wore the leather dog collar. We trotted over to the boys and modeled our new look for them. George complained it took way too long for us just to do this little.

“We were talking about something,” Lori said.

“Well, that explains it. You two start talking about something, and the whole fucking day is over,” George laughed.

“I have something to tell everyone,” I summoned all of my courage and said that I was really biologically a boy and explained in a little more detail about my Aunt’s sissy summer camp.

“Whoa, fuck! That is the wildest fucking thing I’ve ever heard!” Franklin was enthusiastic.

“I mean to each their own. I am no gay boy, but you look good for a boy,” Manny smirked.

Even George was okay with it. He didn’t like being lied too any more than anyone else did.

“Does Blair have discipline too?” he asked hopefully.

When I told him no, he said she deserved it far more than I did. His sister told him he deserved it far more than I did.

They asked if Buddy and Lewis had discipline and I said they get sent to the corner and the strap sometimes but they aren’t under sissy summer camp.

Buddy and Lewis both said they wanted to do it with me, though.

I was elated at the acceptance from the others. I asked if they minded if I stayed tucked in while we played and everyone overwhelming approved. The boys mostly because it was one less dick flopping around.

Buddy and Lewis did the Helicopter for Lori. They spun their cocks clockwise as they stood in the woods by gyrating their hips like they were using a Hula Hoop. It was hilarious.

I showed the ponies how to put the belt in their mouth as a bridle, and then the riders could use it to steer. We also used the rope to tie us into place.

I asked to have my hands cuffed behind me while I ran. Crystal did too.

We raced naked. We trotted around and played in the woods. We chased each other up and down the trails over pine cones. I was becoming adept at walking barefoot although at times I would have to stop when I stepped on a rock.

The boys took turns steering Crystal, Lori and I around the forest. Buddy and Lewis galloped around us, and sometimes Buddy would steer Lewis, and sometimes Lewis would steer Buddy. They were in their own little world, and that was fine.

George was riding me at one point. He wasn’t physically on my back or anything like that. He was just guiding me with the belt from behind as I skipped. I stopped to pick a pebble out of the bottom of my foot and brush it off.

He pulled a stick off of a nearby bush. It was a thin green stick with a few knots and hit me with it across my buttocks like a horse crop. “Giddyup!” he shouted.

I trotted quickly, and after that, he began to hit me fairly frequently with the stick on the butt.

He tried the same with Crystal and Lori, and they told him they would shove the end of that stick into his asshole.

“Does the tail hurt?” George asked his sister at one point when he was riding her around.

“Nah, I don’t even feel it now that it is in,” she told him and shook her hips to make them shake. The prancing and natural sway of our hips made the horsetail shake and shimmy constantly.

“Let me put this stick up your ass and see if you feel it?” George asked her.

Crystal pulled the stick from his hand and hit him with it. It didn’t hurt him or anything. She was much more of a tomboy, and while she loved being a pretty pony, she wasn’t going to let George feel he had the upper hand. She and Lori would frequently escape their riders and run off mischievously.

“She lets me use a riding crop on her,” George said about me after his sister escaped her bridle and ran off.

It was probably the most beautiful thing anyone had said to or about me that afternoon when I think back on it. George knew I was a boy, and yet he still considered me a “She.” It helped I had a girly voice with a lisp, pigtails, makeup and smelled like candy strawberry as well.

We played until lunchtime and Lori demanded her brother shimmy up the tree and got her clothes. He didn’t want to do it and said she could go to the beach naked.

Lori threatened to sit on his face and nearly did before George went climbing for her clothes.

Removing the earrings was easy, and it felt good to finally take them off my nipples because it felt like a red ant had been biting down on both of them the entire time.

The weirdest part was pulling the tails back out of our asses.

There was poop-stuff on all the handles, and everyone said “Yucky” as they handed them back.

“I’ll wash them if you want to play again,” I said.

“How will we know which one was ours, though?” Crystal scrunched her nose up in disgust.

“You won’t, Ma’am,” I smiled at her.

“I don’t want a tail that has been in some other horse’s ass!” She said and asked if I could write her name on hers for next time. I was excited that there would be the next time.

We put on our clothes and broke for lunch. It was strange getting dressed. I didn’t want to stop playing but I knew I would be in trouble if we didn’t come home.

[EddieDavidson]

When I returned to my Aunt’s duplex for lunch, I was still high on what fun we had. I knocked on the door because I didn’t think it was okay for me just to walk inside.

My Aunt came to the door and said I could come in without knocking, even though Buddy and Lewis always did. They were standing next to me when I knocked.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I said as I started to undress at the door.

“So about this little game you played,” My Aunt picked up the pom-poms in the box I had been carrying and sniffed them. I wanted to warn her before she did, but the scent confirmed her suspicions that we had put them up our butts.

“I assume you were one of the ponies? anybody else?” My Aunt glowered at me.

“I am sorry Ma’am? am I in trouble?” I asked.

“You were asked a question. You don’t answer with a question, Jenny,” my Aunt said sternly.

“I apologize, Ma’am, Buddy, Lewis, Lori, Crystal and I were all ponies, Ma’am,” I said.

“You all put these tails in your butts?” she asked and scrunched her nose.

“Lori didn’t, Ma’am,” I admitted.

“Why did you think it was okay to play like this and let Lewis and Buddy play like this?” she asked.

I explained how I wasn’t the eldest, and it wasn’t up to me what Buddy and Lewis did. My Aunt accepted that although she expected me to look out for them and pointed out how gullible they were.

I told her everything about how we played Cowboys and Indians, and Buddy and Lewis corroborated my story about how they liked to get tied up. My Aunt chuckled about that and considered it standard kid stuff.

When I started explaining how being a pony had been liberating and how they accepted me even though they knew I was really Eddie, my Aunt looked confused, but she listened to my story.

Blair came in a few times and rolled her eyes and then went back to her room, but my Aunt paid a lot of attention to me and let me finish telling her basically what I’ve told you here in this story about that afternoon.

“Let me see how you put in the tail,” she said afterwards.

“I need to wash it off first,” I said and told her how Blair insisted I wash them all with soap first. I didn’t know who had which one up their ass either. I was just going to write Lori’s name on one after they were all clean.

My Aunt nodded that was right and seemed impressed but skeptical. I showed her how I cleaned it and then lubed it with spit. She made me turn around and demonstrate how I seated it in my ass.

She looked at the end of one of the pom poms and examined that it was smooth. “Don’t just stick any old thing up your ass. It could tear the skin!” she said that to Buddy, Lewis and me. She was satisfied the pom poms were relatively safe and that I had taken care to lubricate them well first. She thought they did look pretty cool when I wiggled, but she tried not to smirk because she was looking sternly.

“Do you like the tail?” she asked me.

“Yes Ma’am, once it is in I don’t really feel it, but it feels right, it makes me feel full,” I admitted. My Aunt didn’t understand what I meant, and I couldn’t quite explain the feeling in words, but the sensation also made me feel less vulnerable and naked and at the same time more vulnerable and naked. I tried to explain that I walked differently with the tail in my ass but not awkwardly.

“You are so much like your mother,” my Aunt said. She asked me if the tail was Blair’s idea and I told her that I had told her what I wanted to do with a hairbrush and she found something better for us to use.

“I don’t know how their parents would feel about them playing pony with you,” my Aunt said that she’d rather not hear too many other details and she’d have to think about letting that box out of the house again.

She told us to clean up our tails and prepare for lunch, and she would beat me after I milked before we went to the beach.

I helped Buddy and Lewis with theirs and cleaned and put away the tails as I had been told and returned to the table.

My Aunt had set down three steaming bowls of Chef Boyardee ravioli for us. That was a staple of our diet. Buddy and Lewis asked if they could eat with just their faces.

“Let me guess, Blair made you eat off the floor with just your face last night?” she asked the three of us.

Buddy and Lewis said she wouldn’t let them.

“Actually, I asked if I could be fed on the floor like a puppy, Ma’am,” I lied. I wanted Blair to extend the invitation to the party. I knew I was lying, and my Aunt seemed to think I was lying.

“So you just got it into your head randomly when I wasn’t home to eat off the floor?” she asked, and when I confirmed it, she set my bowl on the ground.

The bowl was shallow enough, and the ravioli were big enough I could suck them up, but there was no way to eat the hot muck without getting it all over my face and making a mess.

I got down on my hands and knees and began to eat off the floor after thanking her for letting me do it.

I am a fastidious person who doesn’t like to get muddy and yucky, and my Aunt could tell that I wasn’t enjoying this.

“Do you like eating that way, Jenny?” she asked.

“No Ma’am, I asked to eat this way because it was humiliating to have my ass in the air while I ate like a dog and it made it easier to obey my cousin when you aren’t home,” I answered. That was almost a half truth.

“Truth is like pregnancy, Jenny,” my Aunt lectured me. “You either are, or you aren’t pregnant, and you are either telling the truth, or you aren’t,” she said as if she could read my mind.

“So if told you this is how you will eat from now on at home and sometimes when we are out of the house you would think I am cruel and not like it or you would love it?” she asked.

“I would not like it, but I wouldn’t think you are cruel. I would think that you know what is best for me and appreciate the fact you took the time to train me to appreciate the times I get to sit at the table in the future and eat with a spoon,” I said what Blair had told me about appreciation the first time I ate off the floor as I continued to sip and slurp my food from all fours.

“Don’t test me, Jenny!” my Aunt waited for me to recant my statement. I thought about it because the prospect of spending the Summer on my hands and knees eating was freaking me out. I think it was not only humiliating to feel the cold kitchen air on my puckered asshole but just the sauce dripping from my face. “Fine, then until further notice you will take all meals in this manner,” my Aunt said casually.

I shuddered and quivered.

“Jenny, you know I can tell you are lying when your butthole puckers?” my Aunt sat at the kitchen table and lit a cigarette as she looked down between my legs. “I don’t know what you are lying about, but I will find out,” she said.

“I am a natural liar, Ma’am. It could be a number of things. I felt a tremendous weight lift off of me today that all of my friends know I am really a boy,” I said.

“I am glad my lessons are teaching you something although I am not sure that I can stand to wait for you to learn the one you are getting from my kitchen floor. Do you know the entire senior year I ate from the kitchen floor? Breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the family always naked on all fours?”

“No, Ma’am, I did not know that,” I said. I wished she would wait to tell me the story until I had milked myself because I feel my dick strain against the duct tape to stiffen.

“That Summer we ate from a trough in the barn. Whatever slop and leftovers, my father would let us have. Just like you said, it was to teach us to appreciate sitting at the kitchen table and being able to enjoy our food. We weren’t supposed to take pleasure in the simple task of eating. After Summer was over, I refused to take those lessons to heart. Daddy made me spend 12 months to the day eating naked at every family meal no matter who was visiting. Thanksgiving Dinner while everyone was stuffing their face with ham and turkey I was on the floor. He made me go around the table and beg for scraps and thank each person whether they gave me any food or not. I was to thank them for the lesson of humility and for putting up with my stubborn and willful nature by not learning my lessons,” My Aunt admitted. “That way no one felt bad that Samantha missed out on the family meal because I was telling them that they were teaching me to appreciate what I was given and what I was learning,” my Aunt said.

“I bet you were happy to get to sit at the table finally,” Blair walked in and overheard the story. She seemed sympathetic towards her mother’s situation but not entirely surprised. “Grandpa sounds like a total bastard,” Blair said and asked why she let him make her do it.

“I didn’t let him. I DARED him. I didn’t think he would really make me spend a year that way when he made the threat that if I didn’t learn to obey and appreciate what I was given that was exactly what he would do,” my Aunt admitted with a wistful smile on her face like she didn’t regret her decision as she thought back on it.

“Why the fuck would you dare him to make you eat off the floor?” Blair couldn’t understand that.

“Because I underestimated how stubborn my father actually was when it came to teaching me a lesson. I thought I could be more bull-headed and mulish then he ever could and that he would eventually see that his lessons had no effect on me and that I would prove him wrong!” my Aunt said.

“So, what happened?” Blair asked who won the battle of wills between my Aunt’s father and Aunt Sam.

“I proved him correct. In the end, I was ready to listen to what I was told. I appreciated having clothes, sitting at the table and the food my Dad put on the table. In fact, I couldn’t decide what to eat or how to eat for a little while once the restrictions were over. I spent two months eating that way on my own before Dad insisted I sit at the table with the family,” my Aunt admitted with a funny smirk.

“That sounds like total bullshit, there is no way you would have dared him to make you do that,” Blair said dismissively.

“You have no idea what I will and will not dare to do, my dear,” My Aunt admitted with a witty smile on her face. “I had something to prove to myself. I wanted to see if I could face every challenge your Grandfather had for us. Your Mom, on the other hand, was like you. She just liked doing it and was a natural submissive. I always envied your mother because she instinctively found the lessons that Dad had to really beat into my head.”

“It still sounds like total bullshit,” my Cousin said.

“Watch your language,” My Aunt would have never tolerated it if I had said Bullshit, but she let Blair get away with a lot. Aunt Sam reached her conclusion about my request. “If you are sure Jenny, that you want to eat like this, then I will allow it, but if you change your mind then come to me, and we’ll discuss it.”

I thanked her for the opportunity and looked up at Blair. Blair smiled down at me approvingly. She looked a little vindictive, but I began to think that was just the natural expression that was always on her face.

My Aunt said she expected me to learn to eat much faster and that I would need consequences for not cleaning my bowl in time. I did my best to slurp up my food the way I had Blair’s pussy the night before, but Chef Boyardee tastes far nastier than a ripe, sweaty teenage pussy.

My Aunt wiped my face and told me to go milk myself. I returned with the tissue after I ate some of my own cum and then got into my punishment position in the living room.

There was a knock on the door. It was the Donaldsons, and they could see me naked in the living room. They were dressed and ready for the beach. George had a pair of Gold “Sun Britches” on. They were just some fancy shorts. He was also wearing a tank top with the Confederate flag on it.

Lori was wearing a large purple one piece that George said made her look like Grimace the mascot from Macdonald’s only with boobs.

Crystal was wearing a two-piece side-tie classic bikini. She didn’t have any boobs, but she wore the top anyway.

“Are you whipping Jenny because she doesn’t say, Sir?” George asked from the door.

“If we tell Jenny to do something, does she have to obey us even if its to pick a booger?” Lori asked.

My Aunt Sam invited them in with her usual smirk. “I am not sure how your parents would feel about the way I am training Jenny. Have you told them?” she asked as she invited them to the couch. She told me to get them drinks. I quickly did as I was told, even though I was naked.

“You tuck your penis even at home?” George asked me as he noticed my mangina.

“Unless I am peeing, being spanked, milking, sleeping or told otherwise Sir, it reminds me that I am Jenny and not Eddie,” I said.

“Dang, I didn’t ask all that,” George thought I had given him way too much information for a yes or no question, but my Aunt explained I had to answer all questions truthfully and fully.

“The problem is that not everyone would understand and some people may think this is abusive,” my Aunt said. The Donaldson’s thought it was funny but not abusive at all.

“What is, milking?” Crystal asked and made a point that she would drink Kool-aid and not our milk.

“Jenny, I’ll let you answer that,” my Aunt smirked.

“I masturbate about five times a day so that I don’t get hard-ons and it helps to keep me from thinking dirty thoughts, Ma’am” I found it difficult to say out loud.

“Wow, that’s about seventy times less than you jerk it, isn’t it, George?” Lori teased her brother.

“Does it work to keep out the dirty thoughts?” Crystal admitted that when she played with herself, she had MORE dirty thoughts.

“It is different for boys, then it is girls. I think for girls it makes you think dirty thoughts. I think them until I cum and then for a while I can’t think about anything perverted, but no it doesn’t work all the time, Ma’am. I also take saltpeter,” I admitted.

“You put salt on your peter?” George asked with a confused expression.

My Aunt explained it was a medicine that helped prevent erections and offered him some. George didn’t want anything to do with it.

They also asked which bathroom I went into when I was in public and my Aunt explained that I used the girl’s restroom. “As far as anyone is concerned, it wouldn’t due for a little girl to be in the men’s restroom.” She also pointed out I was always supervised to make sure that I sat down to pee and wiped my own ass.

Lori said that her brother George could use that since he probably forgot to wipe his own ass. George fired back that Lori would need an entire roll of toilet paper to “Just wipe one side of her ass”.

Lori asked if she could make me pull her finger and George held her finger down and insisted I not be allowed to do it. At the time, I didn’t realize that when you pull her finger she farts very loudly.

My Aunt let them joke and continued with her explanation after a few minutes of levity and joking had settled everyone down.

“To answer your questions from earlier, I am going to give twenty lashes to Jenny just to help her with her attitude. It is not for anyone thing she has done wrong or will do wrong. You are welcome to stay and watch or go outside,” she told them. There was no way the Donaldson’s wouldn’t watch this. I could have made them popcorn to watch and get comfortable after what my Aunt said.

“As to telling Jenny to pick a booger, I’d have to question why you wanted to see her do it,” she asked Lori.

“George said it originally,” Lori pointed to George.

“Just to see if she would, I guess” George admitted.

“Jenny, pick a booger from your nose and hold it out,” my Aunt ordered me.

I didn’t know if she was serious, but she had told me not to disobey her or question her. I was a booger picker, but it was another of those secret shames that I didn’t tell anyone about.

I reached in my nose and wriggled out a booger and held it out. They all groaned in disgust.

“That should answer your question whether Jenny would obey an order to do it. Does that satisfy your curiosity?” my Aunt asked him if it was out of his system the way she had me about looking at Mrs. Sonneborne’s ass.

“So now, what will she do with it?” George asked with a pained look of disgust on her face.

“What would you like her to do with it?” my Aunt asked.

“Eat it,” George didn’t hesitate to make the suggestion. He clearly wanted to see if I would actually do it. I cringed as soon as I heard him say it.

“Eat the booger, Jenny,” my Aunt told me. I looked at the snot glistening on my finger and quickly sucked it down. It was no different than a dab of cum.

Everyone made a disgusted sound, even Buddy and Lewis, but I could tell they were going in their room to do the same thing to each other.

“If it is not going to harm Jenny, be illegal or sexual then I have no problem with you instructing her on things like that. If you abuse that authority, it will be removed. You are older than her, and I would like you to look out for her. The same goes for Buddy and Lewis,” my Aunt said with a facial expression that was half stern and half smirk.

When she was satisfied, they had no more immediate questions my Aunt returned to spanking me. They were shocked that my Aunt used a leather strap on my dick.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Lori asked as she winced in pain on my behalf.

“Two, yes Ma’am, it does, but the pain reminds me of the consequences of misbehavior and makes me fear the consequences of my actions. I appreciate being spanked.”

“Can we spank her?” Lori asked my Aunt.

My Aunt stopped and let the strap fall to her side while she considered Lori’s question.

“Do you not know how?” she asked.

“You just whap an ass; I guess,” Lori seemed confused by the question.

“There is an art to how you hit. You never strike here or here,” my Aunt showed my kidney area and demonstrated some basic techniques with the paddle while I counted.

“Damn, when my Daddy whoops me I think he just takes a paddle to my ass and goes to town,” Lori chuckled.

“Your ass is so big he doesn’t go to town. He goes to god damned Miami City on the Freeway,” George teased his sister and the two bickered.

“If you want to invite your parents to come over if they have any questions about how I discipline in this house, I am happy to have a conversation with them. There is nothing about what I am doing that I am ashamed about or would keep a secret,” My Aunt said while continuing to give me my spankings.

“Yeah, I think I’d be afraid you’d teach him how to hit me in the balls like you are doing to poor Jenny,” George said he wouldn’t invite his Daddy for that reason alone. My Aunt was spanking me under the taint of my ass and hitting my ball sack and peter.

“If my niece or for that matter Buddy or Lewis misbehave at your house then however your father spanks them would be fine I am sure,” my Aunt said that any adult could and should punish them if they were caught doing something wrong. “If they don’t feel comfortable doing that they can bring them to me or to Blair and we will address it with him immediately right then and there,” my Aunt said.

“You get to spank your cousin?” Lori asked Blair with a broad smile of approval on her face.

“It’s not as fun as it sounds once you’ve done it a dozen times,” Blair shrugged it off.

“Here Lori, it sounds like you want to satisfy your curiosity,” My Aunt handed the black leather strapped named Tyrone to my friend Lori. Just as she had let me have a look at Mrs. Sonneborne’s ass to satisfy me, she was letting Lori have a swing at me.

“Do I get to ask him a question too?” Lori grinned and approached me like a batter preparing to swing for a home run.

“I don’t see why not,” my Aunt smirked playfully.

“Do you have a crush on Crystal?” Lori asked, followed by a WAP that wrapped my entire ass and balls hard. I wasn’t sure what hurt worse. The immediate pain of the strap or the sudden realization I would have to admit that I really liked Crystal.

Crystal giggled from embarrassment and told Lori not to tease me but Lori told her I had to be honest and she wanted to know. It wasn’t a typical affirmation question that addressed my shortcomings or misbehavior, but it definitely humiliated me to have to answer.

“Yes, Ma’am, Eighteen, thank you! I have liked Crystal since I first saw her,” I admitted truthfully but kept my eyes shut.

George and Lori made an “OOoooooooooooooh!” sound as they teased me for liking their sister and Crystal buried her head in her hands to avoid their laughter.

“Do you like her as Jenny or as Eddie?” Lori hit me again against the balls directly, and it really stung.

“Nineteen, Ma’am, thank you,” I said even though I knew my Aunt had only agreed to let her spank me once. “I like her as both!”

Lori wanted to make me choose who I liked her as more. If I wanted her to like me as Eddie or if I wanted her to like me as Jenny. She was angling towards the idea that if it was as Jenny that Crystal would be a lesbian.

George, on the other hand, was angry and said it was unfair. Lori got to hit me twice, and he didn’t get any.

My Aunt let George take the final swing on me and asked Crystal if she wanted a practice swing afterward. Crystal was too mortified to say anything, and I was turning beet red from having had to admit it.

“You are really learning something from getting your balls hit with this leather strap, or you just like it?” George asked. It was a good affirmation question because it gave me a chance to say that I was learning something.

“Twenty Sir, and thank you, I like being spanked because it teaches me respect and obedience, Sir. It definitely hurts but the pain serves a purpose as a reminder afterward,” I said.

“Well, I want to learn to do Algebra, but no amount of kicking me in the balls is going to teach me jack squat. I still don’t get the point of any of this, but I will say it was fun whooping you,” George admitted.

My Aunt told them they were welcome to come over any time. Lori asked if they would be permitted to spank me again.

“If Jenny does something wrong like cuss or talk back when you are playing, and you feel it is important then you can pull her panties down and take her over your knee and spank her just like any adult could as long as you don’t abuse your authority,” my Aunt looked at Blair as if she were reminding her of the same thing.

“Dang!” Lori was very enthusiastic about this idea, and I could anticipate that I’d be getting spanked during play sessions in the very new future.

I was told I could put my panties on and start getting the car loaded up for the beach. Blair, Buddy, and Lewis helped me while the Donaldson’s talked to my Aunt. They still had questions, and as they were ‘guests,’ they weren’t expected to help load the car.

“The part I don’t get though is why count them? What does it matter if it’s twenty or twenty-two? why say anything out loud at all?” I heard George asked as I brought a cooler outside wearing nothing but a pair of panties.

I didn’t hear the entire answer, but my Aunt said that she was a very precise person just like her own father. “If I tell Jenny it will be twenty, then it won’t be nineteen, and it won’t be twenty-one. I want Jenny to feel confident that I mean what I say, and I say what I mean. I want Jenny to count each one so that I know she knows how many she has and isn’t just fading out into sub-space,” she said. I didn’t know what that term meant.

When I walked back in the duplex, I heard my Aunt finish the explanation with “Saying it out loud is the only way you can believe it to be real. You can hear it in your head and agree, but when the words come out of your mouth, it becomes real.”

Once we were all packed up, Mrs. Hannigan once again approached the car and asked for her rent. She looked at the Donaldson’s and recognized that they lived nearby. It was a sweltering day. She saw that I was in my panties, but she paid very little attention to me. I was just some little red-haired girl in pigtails pushed into the center of the humpseat without a shirt as far as she was concerned.

My Aunt turned up the local rock station, and Lori, George, and Crystal were happy as clams. They said their father only listened to AM radio.

“Why is she not wearing her suit?” Crystal asked about me. We were pressed elbow to elbow.

“Jenny puts it on when we get there. She isn’t allowed to wear anything else when she is in the car, just like at home.” My Aunt said sternly.

Crystal looked at me sympathetically, and I shrugged that I really didn’t mind. The panties actually felt quite good, and I had become used to my back, sticking to the hot seat of my Aunt’s car.

We listened to an old Foreigner song. We all sang along even though I didn’t know the words I tried my best. It was called “Break it up.” It was so much fun being crowded in the back of that car even with Lori taking up most of the backseat. Blair insisted on having the passenger seat next to her mother.

Once we arrived at the beach and parked at the Wendy’s, I had prepared myself for walking barefoot on the hot pavement. I had lots of practice now, and I felt like the skin of the bottom of my foot was toughening up like everyone else.

“SHI-IIIII-IIITTTTTTTT!” I screamed as I put my foot on the pavement. I had not meant to do it, but I couldn’t help myself. My Aunt grabbed my hand and spanked my ass over my panties in the parking lot a few times to calm me down. It felt like my feet were sizzling.

Everyone else laughed. They had lived in Florida long enough to get used to the hot pavement although my Aunt and Blair had on sandals.

“I have to wash her mouth out with soap, will you get your brothers organized and bring everything out to the beach,” my Aunt insisted Blair take over while she was dealing with me.

Blair sighed and shrugged.

“I’ll help, Ma’am,” Lori offered helpfully, and my Aunt thanked her and said she was a guest. Lori said it was no trouble at all, and she was used to corralling Buddy and Lewis. “Come on, my little Indians,” she said to them playfully, and they began to chant and obey her like her little minions.

My Aunt thanked her profusely and then sternly dragged me into the Wendy’s.

“Are you trying to get in trouble to impress your friends?” she asked me as she washed my mouth out with the handsoap in the ladies bathroom.

“No, Ma’am! I wasn’t. I promise!” I had genuinely screamed out even though I had confidently prepared myself for the pain I wasn’t ready for it.

“Your promises aren’t worth much! It seems like you are showing off. I don’t know what has gotten into you asking to eat from the floor and wearing a ponytail. Is there something you want to tell me, Jenny?” she asked as she looked deeply into my eyes.

“No, Ma’am!” I stuttered.

My Aunt looked disappointed, and she closed my mouth and made me hold the soap that was dripping down my chin until she let me wash it out. She marched me through Wendy’s in my panties and then let me change at the car into the french cut one piece bathing suit. I was used to stares at this point, but it was still freshly embarrassing as I pranced across the hot pavement still feeling the sizzle on the bottom of my feet.

Lori had a base camp set up of all the beach chairs, and umbrellas, and everyone was playing and having fun when I walked up. That afternoon I played with the Donaldsons in the water as Jenny and was no different than any other little girl on the beach. It was very exhilarating with the wind from the Atlantic ocean blowing salt air in my face as I ran along the sandy beach and collected shells or chased birds with my cousins.

Blair sulked near her Mom most of the afternoon and flirted with boys. She avoided every attempt by Crystal and Lori to be friends with her. George didn’t even try to hit on her.

I didn’t get in trouble after that for the rest of the day. Liz and Ann stopped by and said hello to my Aunt. They confirmed they would be going out tonight for some really special event at Captain Hiram’s.

“Hey, Mrs. Sonneborne,” Crystal greeted Liz. Liz was wearing that thong, and I noticed George was trying to get a good look at the back just like a lot of men on the beach.

“Hello, Crystal! One of my favorite students! It is nice to see you at the beach,” Liz said to her.

“Have you met Jenny?” Crystal introduced me as her best friend. That made me really smile.

“Oh, yes, I know Jenny very well. I’d love for her to be in my class next year!” Liz said.

“Oh, that would be awesome!” Crystal jumped up and down until her suit came loose in the back and began to fall off. The back had become untied with a little help from George being a prankster.

“George Donaldson!” Ann exclaimed in outrage at his behavior.

“Hello, Ms. Duffy,” he said to Ann. He knew her as the school nurse.

“How dare you!” Ann insisted as Crystal fixed her suit in the back.

“I didn’t mean nothing by it. I was just goofing!” George apologized and shrugged it off as a normal prank.

“I have half a mind to tell your father!” Ann said.

“Maybe Mrs. Conner could tell him,” Liz teased my Aunt. I wasn’t sure why my Aunt looked a little embarrassed because she was usually in a joking mood.

“I won’t see Mr. Donaldson until the next school year at the next parent-teacher conference,” My Aunt said with a professional school teacher tone to her voice.

“Why don’t you take a Polaroid picture, it will last longer” Lori shouted from behind her brother. George had been angling to get a better look at Liz’s thong bikini bottoms in the back. George froze in place and looked embarrassed.

“I really should stop wearing this to the beach. So many of my students come here,” Liz joked and then made a funny point to walk backwards away from George a good distance before turning around and covering her butt as she walked away. She was doing it to be funny and not because she was genuinely mortified - at least that is how it seemed.

We continued to play for a while, and I got to apply suntan lotion to Lori and Crystal, which was really nice. Lori has enormous boobs, and she wasn’t shy about letting me put it all over her ass either. “Get it all up there!” she said.

“God Damned, Lori! Take a whole bottle of Hawaiin Tropic just to cover one butt cheek. You might want to squirt it on with a garden hose!” George teased his sister. She picked up a clump of sand and threw it at him. That started a fun sand fight, and even my Aunt played a little although Blair glared at everyone as if daring them to try to hit in her the face with the sand.

I remember I was throwing pen shaped mangrove seeds and Coconuts back in the water and trying to imagine what far off country’s shore they would wash up on next when my Aunt shouted that it was time to go. I didn’t want to leave. It was still bright and sunny, and I was having such a good time. That was unlike me because my first trip to the beach had been total agony and a waste of time.

At the shower where we wash off, I wasted no time stripping naked with Buddy and Lewis. I knew better than to complain, and fortunately, my friends had all seen me naked already.

“You get naked at the shower?” Crystal pursed her lips and looked shocked as she scanned the busy parking lot and beach. It was Saturday, and there was lots of people walking around.

“Yes Ma’am, we can’t get in the car with stinky swim trunks covered in salt and seaweed, and it is not a big deal,” I explained. It had seemed like a big deal to me when I first did it, and I felt a little vindicated that Lori and George also looked very shocked.

Their eyes got even wider when Crystal reached around to her back and untied her bikini top in a single smooth motion and let it drop, revealing her flat chest and slightly puffy nipples. She bent over and quickly stepped out of her bottoms and held them like we did to wait our turn while my Aunt washed off Lewis.

“You don’t have too, you are older,” Blair had her arms folded in front of her stubbornly as she waited for us to wash. She had been at the beach all day and never got wet.

“Well, dang, Crystal!” Lori was shocked and covered her mouth in shock that her sister would stand completely naked in what had to be one of the busiest parts of Sebastian county this afternoon.

“You chicken? You can’t get in the car all salty,” Crystal swung her wet bikini around like it was a toy as she waited her turn.

“I have extra towels for the three of you. Your sister and brother are older, and I wouldn’t expect them to undress out here,” my Aunt explained very clearly although she didn’t see any harm in Crystal being naked since she was about my age and build.

“But we could if we wanted?” Lori seemed shocked.

“I mean I suppose so,” My Aunt said, and she looked around. No one was staring at us like it was a huge spectacle, although a few people did smirk, giggle, point. It was mostly other kids who were laughing. I saw a few older men either stare or look away if they were with their wives.

“Chicken? Bawk Bawk,” Crystal flapped her arms to goad her sister into stripping, but Lori wouldn’t do it. George wouldn’t either. He said he knew too many people on the beach.

“Yeah, too many girls would see how tiny your pecker actually is,” Lori teased her brother and the two made fun of each other as we finished washing off. They did wash off over their outfits.

Crystal noticed none of us put our suits back on afterward, and she seemed a little nervous that we would be walking and carrying everything to the car in the nude.

“You can put your suit back on if you want too, Crystal,” my Aunt said mercifully when she noticed her apprehension but didn’t offer the same choice to my cousins or me.

“Yeah, if you are chicken” It was Lori’s turn to goad her sister and flap her arms like a chicken.

“You look more like a pig trying to fly than a chicken” George teased his sister.

Crystal didn’t accept the offer to get dressed and trudged along with us across the hot parking lot with the stuff and got in the car naked with me. She had this look on her face like it was super naughty and she was exhilarated by the adrenalin rush. Crystal smiled and looked at me like it was the craziest thing she had ever done even though she had acted totally normal and took her time putting away things in the car once she was crammed in the backseat next to me she was panting and looked like she just got off the best thrill ride at the county fair.

It was strange how a day at the beach on the hot sand had toughened my feet enough that leaving wasn’t nearly as bad as it was when I first put my foot on the hot pavement.

“I am telling Dad you rode home naked in the car,” Lori teased her sister as we pulled out of Wendy’s parking lot.

“So, I am telling him you were to chicken shit to do it,” Lori covered her mouth and stared up at the front of the car with a guilty expression on her face. She knew she had just cussed in front of my Aunt.

“Crystal, I do not tolerate foul language from children in my car. This is your first and only warning. The next time you cuss around me or my children, I will put soap in your mouth, and I will tell your father,” my Aunt said sternly.

“Sorry Ma’am,” Crystal released her hand from her mouth and sat back. It felt awesome sitting next to her, touching elbows knowing we were both completely naked in the backseat. I still had my penis tucked under me, but other than that I was naked.

Once we got back to my Aunt’s neighborhood, she stopped at our house, and we went inside. Crystal seemed hesitant to put her clothes back on to leave. She said she liked it and said that back in Kentucky where they come from she would skinny dip in the Wolf River all the time.

George and Lori did too.

“I heard that river is cold!” My Aunt said.

They smiled, and George said it was colder than a witches titty. My Aunt laughed. As George was Blair’s age, she didn’t appear to hold him to the same standard about cussing around us, or she didn’t see the word titty as offensive in that context. I wasn’t sure.

George didn’t bring up his usual concerns about unfairness when things went in his favor, though.

I overheard Lori talking to Blair about her party in Blair’s room. “I heard that you were throwing a party tonight. Can I come?”

“No,” Blair said.

“Why? I can probably bring some of my Daddy’s, Jack Daniels!” Lori smiled enthusiastically.

“You are too fat, Lori! Lose some weight, and maybe we can party. This is a spin the bottle party, and I don’t want people to be disappointed if they land on you,” Blair said hurtfully.

“Does your mom even know about this party?” Lori asked angrily.

“Of course she does,” Blair lied.

“Then let me go ask her if I can come,” Lori threatened.

“Fine, you can come, Bitch!” Blair snarled. She didn’t want my Aunt to know and I think Lori knew that.

“I wouldn’t want to come where I am not wanted anyway,” Lori said. Blair warned her not to tell her mother as retaliation. Lori said her mother was very nice and my Aunt deserved to know but Lori said she wouldn’t be the one to tell her.

“If you do tell her then your miserable wretched life will be over,” Blair warned but Lori didn’t argue back.

Lori left in a huff but not before thanking my Aunt for a wonderful day. Crystal gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek goodbye as she left.

Afterward, I asked my Aunt if I could milk myself immediately, and she didn’t hesitate to let me as she clearly understood why. I was smitten with Crystal, and it seemed like she liked me back!!

[EddieDavidson]

I had already begun to regret agreeing to eat off the floor. It isn’t easy, and it is very messy to remain on all fours and just dunk your nose and mouth into a mushy bowl of food.

My Aunt made me some Beef Chunky soup that I could lap up together with soft mashed potatoes. She cooled it so I didn’t burn my face when I dunked my nose and mouth in it to slurp it up. It was humiliating to eat it that way but I thanked her and she smiled at me. My Aunt Sam looked proud of me for eating on the floor. It was so different then the sadistic grin that Blair gave me while she watched me eat off the floor. My Aunt told me that I could wear my panties while I ate because “I don’t want to see your little poo hole winking at me at the dinner table,” she joked with a wry expression.

She let Buddy, Lewis and I take an extra-long bubble bath while she got herself ready for tonight. She put on a lot of makeup and teased out her hair with curls. She looked more like a red-headed Bernadette Peters than a red-headed Samantha Stevens from Bewitched. My Aunt wore a very sexy skin tight black dress with a slit down the side and four-inch pumps. Liz and Ann didn’t stay long once they arrived. They were running behind as they often did. They were both dressed very provocatively and excited about a night of drinking and fun at the local hangout bar.

I heard Liz say, “Fuck Captain Hiram’s, we should go to Cocoa tonight and work at Lido’s Cabaret!”

“Strip?” Ann seemed surprised.

“Yeah bitch, you look hot as hell, and you are going to strip anyway for some guy. You might as well get paid!” Liz smirked. She thought we couldn’t overhear her. “If my husband wants to fish, there is no reason I can’t have a little fun too!”

“While the mice are away, the cats will play,” Ann meowed like a sexy kitten in heat.

“If you take my class next year Jenny,” Mrs. Sonneborne noticed I was standing nearby and eavesdropping “Then what happened on Summer break stays on Summer Break! I would deny any of this ever happened.”

“It isn’t nice to eavesdrop, Jenny! Take off your panties and stand in the corner. You have twenty minutes!” My Aunt pointed, and I immediately apologized and obeyed after curtsying to the ladies.

“I wish my daughter would behave like that. All you have to do is snap your fingers, and she jumps!” Liz chuckled at how compliant and easy to manage I was.

“Bring her over, and we can work something out,” my Aunt smiled like a shark waiting for a morsel sized fish to drop down into their tank so they can devour it.

“Hah, she is already Blair’s age and even more stubborn! She won’t even be seen with me in public much less do what I tell her,” Liz said.

My Aunt nodded and said she understood but that she’d be happy to crack open her daughter’s engine and have a look at the trouble. Liz smiled at the thought but clearly wasn’t serious about discipline. They left shortly afterward. I wasn’t sure if they were going to Captain Hiram’s or Lido’s Cabaret.

Blair waited for the car to drive away before hustling Buddy and Lewis off to bed. She gave me a sexy outfit to wear and told me to put it on and get my make up on. “You will help at the party, and if you are good I’ll let you participate in some of the games later,” Blair talked to me just like the condescending way she talked to Buddy and Lewis.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said. I knew better than to argue with her since she was in charge, but I was only supposed to wear panties at all times at home, and it upset me that I was already breaking a very consistent rule that my Aunt had created.

Blair’s friend Julie arrived, and Blair put her to work cleaning up and trying to prepare for the party. They had chips and Kool-Aid but no alcohol. Blair was very concerned that Jack and Bruce would not come through on the booze. “If he doesn’t have enough booze, then I am going to tell him, Jack, I am not going to go all the way tonight!” Blair stuck up her nose and shook her head like a spoiled brat.

“I don’t know why you agreed to fuck him at all. We could keep stringing those two losers along all summer and then find Seniors next year to take their place,” Julie said with a sadistic grin.

“I was drinking pretty heavily, and I promised, but I don’t have to deliver. I can find ways out of it. I can tell him I have my period or pretend to pass out,” Blair seemed proud of her deception.

“What’s this fartknocker doing listening to our conversation?” Julie saw that I was dressed like I was going to the party and looked disgusted.

“Relax,” Blair winked at her. “Jenny is going to serve at the party and bring everyone their drinks. The trick is you don’t want a total dog at the party like Lori Donaldson to gross out the guys, but you want a non-threatening girl like Jenny to make the rest of us look better. She has a flat chest and is way too young for them, perfect!” Blair explained why she wanted me at the party. I felt used and disgusted but strangely still happy to be at a party for big kids. I was angry. She made fun of Lori as well since I liked Lori. It seemed fine for George to make fun of her because she didn’t let it bother her, but when Blair made rude comments about Lori, it just seemed mean.

“Yeah, but Jenny is a dude,” Julie looked at me like I was shit under her shoe.

“Even better,” Blair smirked. “If they do get curious and want to play they’ll grab a set of nuts,” Blair reminded me not to talk to anyone unless they talk to me first other than to curtsy and to acknowledge the orders I had been given. Blair told her friend not to worry and asked what other girls were confirmed to come to the party.

“Mandy Sonneborne will be here,” Julie said. They both didn’t seem to like her, but apparently, she qualified as just hot enough not to be a threat to them and not too gross either. I knew that must be Liz’s daughter. The one she said was just as rude as Blair. This was shaping up to be a scary night.

“That’s the only other girl, right?” Blair asked Julie, and when her friend confirmed it, she said, “Good, I don’t want too much competition. If Jack does what I think he will do, he’ll invite a bunch of guys over, and I can make them all jealous and fight over me.”

“Fight over US,” Julie corrected her friend.

“Yeah, fight over us,” Blair agreed, but I could tell she didn’t care about Julie either. In fact, while Julie was a pretty girl, she wasn’t as attractive as Blair, and I think that is why Blair liked her.

It wasn’t long before people started showing up that I had never met before. They were definitely already in high school. I had been forbidden from answering the door normally, but Blair told me to greet everyone and curtsy at the door.

Five older guys had arrived but still no alcohol. Blair was starting to get nervous. She turned up the radio and tried to keep everyone distracted. She ordered me to walk around with a tray of chips and Kool-Aid, but no one had come to this party for that. The only parties I had ever been to were ones with presents, ice cream, and cake. This one was shaping up to be really disappointing, and everyone looked angry.

Mandy arrived after it got dark. She looked at me like I was a snail and she was a salt shaker. She looked just like her mother except younger. She had long dark hair and with her upturned nose and tanned skin looked a bit like the actress Mila Kunis that played Jackie Burkhart on that 70’s show.

She ignored me and pushed past me to head straight for Blair. The two of them pretended to be the best of friends and hugged. However, they both had ice-cold stares in their eyes the moment they turned their backs on one another.

I suddenly felt ashamed to be a girl if that was what it involved when you get older.

Jack and Bruce were late arrivals to the party. “Party Patrol in the house,” they said as they introduced a guy they called “Blaze.” Blaze was easily as old if not older than my Aunt Samantha. He was balding and wore a sports jacket. He apparently sold cars somewhere nearby and had brought not only all the wine coolers the girls could drink but serious hard liquor. They had bottles of vodka, schnapps, and bourbon as well as things to mix them with. Blaze seemed like he might have been the living embodiment of Leisure Suit Larry.

Blair seemed shocked - especially that an older man was at the party. Jack smiled and pointed at her, “Tonight is the night, babe!”

Blair smiled back, although it was clear from her expression she was having second thoughts. Blaze also had a girl with him that was much younger than he was.

Her name was Betty Finch, and she was Blair and Mandy’s age. She had long blonde hair and huge tits that stuck straight out under her tight little clothes. She immediately sucked all of the attention out of the room and placed it on herself when she walked in.

She looked like the all-American girl next door perfect cheerleader type. Do you know those old movies like “H.O.T.S” where the sorority girls have some blonde hair, blue eyed girl that leads the team? That was Betty. She seemed so flirtatious and giggly, and she just exuded a kind of easy sexuality that flowed from her naturally. She smiled and winked at me, and I turned to Jell-O inside. If I had to compare her to an actress, I would say a blonde Ann Sophia-Robb or Lindsey Lohan as she had a cute patch of freckles and a beautiful upturned nose.

Blair did not like her at all. Betty was much hotter than Blair, and all the attention was on Betty. Betty was also the life of the party, and everyone wanted her attention and approval.

I was shocked she was dating a man so much older.

“What is the Crypt-Keeper doing here with his blonde bimbo?” Blair demanded of Jack. She obviously thought Blaze was old, but she did not have Betty at the party.

“Relax, Blaze has weed, money, booze. He is very cool! We met him on the beach. He was walking down the beach handing out cans of Coors from a case of beer, and we asked him if he wanted to party!” Jack said breezily and tried to calm my cousin down. Once liquor began to flow, and people were having fun, everyone started to smile and dance around and mingle.

Blair stared daggers directly at Betty, but Betty didn’t pay any attention at all. She giggled and wiggled. I took note of how she moved and effortlessly glided through the room. She brushed off random pinches and gropes and even at times seemed to encourage them rather than look annoyed. I wanted to BE Betty at that point. She was female sexuality personified -young, free, playful, beautiful and flirtatious.

Blair tried to play several boys against one another for her attention, but she was not having a lot of luck because not only was Betty soaking up the attention, but her rival Mandy seemed determined to “cock block.”

I learned that term that night. Mandy would wait until Blair was flirting and then get in the middle and say something that would prevent the guy from continuing to flirt with Blair. Blair and Mandy did it back and forth to one another all night.

Julie, on the other hand, disappeared into Blair’s bedroom with Bruce and Jack for a little while. When she returned, Blair yelled at her and almost kicked her out of the party for “abandoning her with all these cunts running around.”

“You had Jenny!” Julie offered me sarcastically in her place as Blair’s right-hand.

Blair looked at me angrily and in frustration at the party when the party was not going the way she wanted. She instructed me to raise my skirt all the way up to expose my panties.

“Who wants to see ME make my cousin Jenny take off her panties?” she said to the group of guys. They cheered the idea as I held my skirt up high enough they could see the lacey panties I had on. This was a rowdy group of guys and none of them saw any harm in my flashing. Blair made it sound like it was good old fashioned fun.

She pointed, and I curtsied and said, Yes Ma’am as I wiggled out of them and neatly folded them. Blair made me raise my skirt again and told everyone that I would do anything she wants. “She is my personal slave! I am taking requests!” she teased.

Someone suggested I remove my skirt entirely and another person said to remove my top.

My Cousin told me to strip completely, and I did as I was told and curtsied. I began to turn beet red as all eyes were on me, and I realized so many of these older boys had no idea I was really a boy.

“C’mon guys, strip naked? How about something creative? Would you like me to make her into a puppy? who wants to see the tricks my puppy can do?” Blair asked, and she tapped her hands on her thigh like she was calling me over to her.

She was doing it in a playful but mean way, but since they were drinking and thinking they were looking at a naked girl, the guys didn’t ask a lot of questions.

Blair told me to fetch my dog collar and come out of her bedroom on all fours. I obliged and quickly did as I was told. It was deeply humiliating, but I knew better than to disobey.

“Dog catcher, Dog catcher,” Julie and Blair sang Atomic Dog by George Clinton as they introduced me walking on all fours. They made me sit up and beg and stick my tongue out with my hands in front of me. Julie and Blair made me roll over and threw marshmallows at my mouth. They would chide me for everyone I miss and laugh. Mandy threw marshmallows but she intentionally tried to hit me in the face. She also like to throw them far away so I’d have to crawl after them while everyone giggled.

Blair had momentarily taken over as the most popular girl at the party by virtue of the spectacle of my performing as a dog. Mandy and Julie pet my head and played with me too. Mandy wanted to make me go outside and piss and shit like a dog on the lawn and began giggling at the prospect of seeing that I would do it. The only reason Blair didn’t make me was she didn’t want Mandy to have the satisfaction of coming up with the idea.

“Want to see me slap her face?” Blair asked. I knew I was about to get a severe face slapping from all of the girls.

“Who are you? Adolf Titler?” Betty joked at Blair and the giggling stopped immediately. With one quick and witty barb Betty had deflated the entire situation and Blair looked ashamed. Blair was normally so confident and yet I could tell that Betty’s presence made her insecure on every level.

I was no longer a source of potential amusement to Blair and her friends. Blair told everyone that she would take other requests and solicited ideas for using me but her moment to be the life of the party had faded. I was quite thankful to Betty for her off-handed comment. If she hadn’t said what she did then I was certain Blair would have thought of even more sadistic uses for me.

On my cousin’s orders I remained on all fours sniffing the carpet and pretending to be a dog in the nude. Most people ignored me and continued drinking, laughing and dancing.

Betty squatted down next to me and tapped my collar. “I like it,” she said of the spiked collar. I felt like I was going to melt from nervousness when she spoke to me. She was like a combination of Marylin Monroe and an angel of titty all in one place.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I said.

She smiled and asked me why I was doing whatever my cousin told me.

“I am on restriction. I have to do whatever she tells me tonight, Ma’am,” I said.

“Wow, that is kind of hot. Anything at all?” Betty’s radiant eyes sparkled mischievously as she implied there were things so naughty even she may be reluctant to do them.

“Anything, Ma’am,” I repeated.

Blair told Betty to get away from her puppy.

“I was just talking to your cute little puppy. I just wanted to know why she is on restriction,” Betty smiled at Blair like she had no idea why Blair would have a problem with her. I could tell Betty was used to other girls being jealous of her.

“My mom put her on restriction because she is a rude little pervert. This is so she can see how it feels to be stared at!” she said. Betty looked at me to confirm if this was true.

“Yes, I was rude, perverted and crude, Ma’am. This is to address my shortcomings and make me a better person by making me appreciate having privacy and to be able to do whatever I want by taking those choices away from me,” I explained.

“Damn, I wish my mom was that cool,” Betty seemed to think this was the neatest thing in the world.

Blaze said he’d be happy to talk to her mom for her about it when they got home.

“Oh thank you, Daddy,” Betty said, and then she french kissed him as she stood up. I wasn’t sure what kind of situation they had or if he was really her father, but my dick became uncomfortably hard despite being taped and tucked.

“Ma’am, may I be excused for a moment,” I begged Blair to let me go check my tape and fix myself.

“No puppy, you can play spin the bottle with us,” she said.

They had a bottle of peach brandy that nobody really liked drinking that they used to spin.

They began playing where whoever spun the bottle got to kiss the person it landed on. That person would get to spin next. If that person passed, then the original spinner would get to spin again. Naturally, with so many dudes at the party, the spin went back to Blair. She wouldn’t open her mouth, and French kiss them, but it did work to make Jack somewhat jealous.

When the bottle landed on Mandy, my cousin, Blair passed.

“You can’t pass; you were the original spinner!” The guys wanted to see two girls kiss, and they kept chanting.

Blair and Mandy smooched in a very unsatisfying way, and the guys wouldn’t accept that. They finally kissed, and the guys liked that.

“Get over here and sit,” Blair told me. She had waited to lose her turn before letting me participate in the game. I think she wanted to make sure the bottle wouldn’t land on me when she spun it. I was still naked from earlier but allowed to sit approximately to how a dog would sit on his butt.

Mandy spun, and when it landed on Jack, she smiled right at Blair and leaned in and gave him a very deep soul kiss down his throat. It was hot.

Blair said that Mandy had cheated and purposely spun the bottle so that it would land on Jack and the two of them looked like they were going to fight.

Blaze was the peacemaker who stopped them from fighting and let Jack have his spin.

Jack spun the bottle, and it landed on Betty. He looked at Blaze to see if it was okay and Blaze gave him the thumbs up. Betty kissed him hard and asked if the stakes could be raised to at least “Blowjobs” to make this game a little more interesting.

That excited the boys a lot more than the girls. My cousin Blair said “Slutever!” like it was no big deal. That was a play on the word “Whatever”. I thought it was funny and laughed but no one else laughed.

The guys were excited but they weren’t sure if the girls would actually follow through. There was all this tension in the room as they talked about it.

“Yeah, but if two dudes get each other, it isn’t fair,” one of the guys said. Another one insisted that girls couldn’t just pass if they didn’t like the girl. “You have to suck the dick you get!”

I don’t know why I did this. Okay, I know why I spoke up. I am a know it all who is always trying to come up with ways to make things better or more efficient, and I can’t help myself.

“Why don’t the girls take turns spinning the bottle but the only people who are around the bottle are guys. Every girl spins, and we go in order that way,” I said.

“I love it! You are so smart!” Betty tee-heed, and that was all it took to adopt my sweeping idea to the game. Blair glared at me like my head was going to roll after tonight. I felt bad that I had spoken up because my cousin had explicitly ordered me not to speak until spoken too. I knew I should be punished for that. I knew better than to ask, though.

The girls lined up in order with Betty going first.

All the guys were in the circle, and she bent over at the waist to reveal her cleavage to the guys and then spun the bottle hard. She picked some random guy and told him it was his “Lucky day.” She took him over to the side of the room and unzipped his pants with her teeth and Betty began to suck his cock right there in my Aunt’s living room. I had never seen anything like it. She took the entire length of his prick with just her mouth and made it disappear like my Aunt had the ice cream cone she bought earlier in the week.

Blair said that it should be done in private in a closet, but Betty didn’t listen.

I was standing in line with the other girls. Blair pushed me forward to spin next. I definitely didn’t want to suck a dick. I spun and got Blaze.

“Wow, so where is this closet,” Blaze smiled at me.

Blair said that it was fine if he wanted me to suck his cock in the living room.

I looked at Blair like she couldn’t be serious, but naturally, she was. Julie glowered at me, and so did Mandy. Mandy didn’t like me anymore than the other three. I just rubbed her wrong, or maybe she just hated most girls.

Blaze took me by the hand and led me over to the Mama-San chair. He sat down and leaned back and waited for me to do the work.

He could see I had no idea what to do.

“Don’t tell me this is your first blowjob?” he smiled at me.

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

“I’ll make it easier for you, I’ll take it out,” Blaze told me he had trained Betty well, and she could unzip his pants with her teeth and pull his cock out without her hands. I tried to do the same without hands. The fact I ate off the floor that way had prepared me to suck it up like a Ravioli. His cock tasted like stale piss and old leather. It looked tiny, but his balls were massive and droopy. I sucked on those, and he smiled and stiffened. He told me he did a lot of cocaine and he couldn’t normally get it up. He was not rock hard.

I could hear guys cheering at the girls they got in the spin the bottle game and even a few of the girls asking for a re-spin.

“Can I milk you?” I finally said out of frustration when I noticed he wasn’t getting hard enough to cum.

“Be my guest,” Blaze looked like he liked that idea.

I gave him a handjob the way I normally gave myself one, but I used my spit. I twisted my hand around his shaft and stroked him at a medium pace just like I liked it. It took a while, but finally, he came. It began to drip down his penis.

Blaze looked at me as if he were asking me to eat it, but he didn’t want to say it.

“Do you mind if I eat you out?” I asked with a very earnest and innocent smile on my face. I didn’t know that term only applied to pussy, and I thought it meant I could eat his cum.

He chuckled and told me that would be a first.

I licked up his cum tenderly, dabbing it with my tongue, and enjoying the flavor. It tasted different than my own cum. It was thinner and sour.

Betty was standing over me and looking down. She smiled and told me to open my mouth wide. She looked and said, “All gone! You did what I can’t even do,” she smiled and told me she hadn’t been able to make Blaze cum for weeks.

“It is the cocaine, it isn’t you,” Blaze assured her.

“I know, I just made three guys cum in the time it took you to blow your load once. You ready to blow this popsicle stand, baby?” She asked what I assumed may have been her father or her boyfriend.

“Yeah, baby, where do you want to go?” he asked.

“Is there still time to go to Lido’s Cabaret? I think that the manager that doesn’t ID is working tonight. I’d like to make a little cash,” she smiled at Blaze.

“Baby, I got all the cash you need,” Blaze assured her.

Betty told him that she needed “All the cash in the world” and said she wasn’t going to stop until then. She squatted down real close to me. Close enough that I could feel her breath on my shoulder. Then she leaned over me and rubbed her body close to mine like a snake wrapping herself around me. She lowered her head onto Blaze’s spent cock and pushed it back into his pants and zipped it up neatly. She kissed me as she rose, and I opened my mouth.

Betty was my first real French Kiss. It blew my mind on so many levels. There was this electricity to her tongue and the fact that her breath smelled like cum only made it seem hotter. She reached down between my legs and began to finger me only she couldn’t find a hole. She seemed surprised until she tapped my penis.

I thought she would rat me out or freak out. She whispered in my ear, “You naughty, naughty boy. You had even me fooled. Wait until Blaze finds out a tranny boy sucked him off. He is going to be angry. Do you think he’ll put me on restriction if I tell him?” she sounded so sexy as she whispered the question like she could think of nothing better than to be punished.

I couldn’t say anything. I was squirting cum in her hand as she held my taped cock. She let me cum in her hand and left it there and then brought it up to her face. She sucked it into her mouth. I thought she was going to swallow my cum. She opened her mouth and kissed it back into my mouth. I kissed it back into hers and then she dabbed it onto my tongue before licking it back off and blowing a bubble with it and swallowing it.

“Go tape yourself up, slugger. Do you go to Vero Beach High next year?” she asked me in the sexiest voice that I’ve ever heard.

“I don’t think so Ma’am,” I said awkwardly as I tried not to collapse from the overstimulation of my entire body and mind and the sudden explosive orgasm.

“You like to be dominated. I like that. I could be Mistress Betty to you, and you could eat me out after I fuck half the football team. Would you like that, Jenny?” she said.

She KNEW MY NAME!! I mean not my real name but she knew my FAKE NAME! I wanted that more than anything. I told her so.

“Well, let’s hope you get Lucky next year and come to my school, bye, for now, baby,” Betty said, and with that, she wiped some of my cum from her lip and sucked it up. She took Blaze by the hand and left with him. I never saw them again.

I stumbled through the darkened room. The girls had turned down the lights so they could suck cocks and boys were doing other things with them. The pretense of spin the bottle was now completely over, and they were all just going at it. I don’t know how they divided up, but there were more boys than girls at the party. I didn’t see any guys having sex with each other, so I assumed that some girls were doing more than one boy at a time.

I could not see it, but I could tell that Blair was getting fucked and she wasn’t enjoying it. I could also tell it wasn’t Jack because Jack was fucking Mandy and I could see their asses going up and down.

I stumbled over people into the bedroom.

I was so overwrought with what had just happened that I tied my wrist to the bedpost and hid out under the bed all night while I listened to the sound of lusty sex and laughing in the living room.

I felt like a coward for not going back out there and trying to help with the party, but at the same time, I knew this was not the place for me.

That night I fell asleep with dreams of sex with more than one person and Betty in my head.

That morning when I awoke, I was still tied to the bedpost. I could hear shouting in the living room, and it was not pleasant. I untied my wrist even though I knew I should wait until they come to get me. I was too curious about what was happening.

I was afraid I was in trouble and maybe my parents were here.

I put on my panties and walked into the living room.

The house was trashed. There were beer cans and empty liquor bottles everywhere. Cigarette butts and ashtrays had been overturned. They had burned holes in the carpet and couch with their cigarettes. There was garbage and some broken glass here and there. Someone had taken my magic marker and wrote “Best Party Ever” on the couch.

Another person wrote, “Blair is a whore,” on the wall and it was in a girl’s handwriting. Right under that in what looked like Blair’s handwriting was the words “MANDY IS A CUNT” and a very accurate and descriptive drawing of an open pussy with a dick going into it shooting cum.

The chaotic mess was hardly the biggest problem.

Blair was completely naked when my Aunt had found her with several condoms full of cum all over her face. One of the spent condoms was still stuck to her face. She had a penis drawn on her face with cum shooting out of it and may not have even realized it. The words “Fart Face” was written on the side of her face in girl’s handwriting.

My Aunt was beside herself and looked hungover too. Her hair was fucked up, and the clothes she wore last night were wrinkled. She had her blouse on inside out and no bra. I could tell because I could see some of her nipple popping out of her top. Aunt Sam was so angry that she wasn’t saying anything. The veins in her neck had all popped out, and the veins in the side of her head were throbbing. She was bright red.

“I’ll never do it again, Mom. It was stupid. I am sorry. I just thought I like...” Blair didn’t know what to say, but in the silence created by Aunt Sam not yelling, she felt she had to say anything.

“Tell me what you thought? or maybe you didn’t think at all!” My Aunt finally insisted Blair finish her sentence that had been dangling out there.

Blair noticed me walking into the room and tried to shift the focus of blame to me.

“I was jealous of Jenny! You gave her all this attention. She was this perfect angel who did everything right. She learned every lesson. She did her stupid book reports, and you doted on her, You gave her more attention than me! It used to be me and you against the world, Mom!” Blair tried to make it seem like she had only acted out because I was there, but I could tell my Aunt Sam wasn’t buying it.

“It was you and me, but then Buddy and Lewis came into our lives, and you told me you were jealous of them. You told me you were jealous of every guy friend I’ve ever tried to date long term. I got rid of them for you. Now you expect me to believe you acted out because you are jealous I am training your cousin? That has nothing to do with you, Blair!” my Aunt explained.

“Yeah, but like that stuff about Jenny being the perfect submissive like her mom,” My cousin was not convincing my Aunt with that line of reasoning.

“I never said Jenny was the perfect submissive. I said that Jenny is like her mother in that the reason she likes to please and submit is that she is genuinely submissive in nature. She enjoys doing for others and making them happy. You and I are stubborn, and we do things for our own benefit. Just admit to me that you did this because you wanted to. This isn’t about Jenny,” my Aunt insisted that Blair drop that line of argument immediately.

“Fine, yeah. I wanted to have a party because I am bored as fuck with your rules. I am bored as fuck with not being able to say fuck. I am bored as fuck with not being able to GET fucked, so yeah I got fucked last night, Mom!!!” Blair’s eyes became wild as she raised her voice to her mother.

“I see you used protection at least,” my Aunt kept her voice calm and stern as she noticed the condoms on the floor.

“Some guys did, some guys didn’t,” Blair shrugged it off. “Look, let’s cut the bullshit. You are going to give me this big fucking lecture about your Dad and how he raised you. You are going to tell me you don’t want that for me. You are going to tell me you want better for me like you always do. Then you are going to give me some fucking restriction and ruin my summer so I can’t hang out. Fine!” Blair insisted that her mother just get on with what she normally does when Blair makes a mistake.

My Aunt didn’t say anything. She continued to look at Blair and consider her words.

“You should have been home last night instead of out getting fucked. I know Lori Donaldson’s father was over here the other day. You fucked him. You fucked that pervert, Jerry. Do you remember when I was little, and he looked at me like he did Jenny?”

“Yes, and I wanted better things for you, than how I was raised. I got rid of Jerry right away. I’ve always tried to protect you, but I am wondering now if I’ve spoiled you!” My Aunt explained.

Blair was trying to turn things around on her mother and make it seem like my Aunt Sam was the bad person. I had no idea that Lori Donaldson’s father was the guy in the cowboy hat.

“Yes, and I got rid of Jerry before he could. The other night was a one-time thing between Jerry and me,” my Aunt defended herself.

“You, him and Liz!” Blair growled.

“Yes, between adults. You have no business snooping around what or who is in my bedroom,” My Aunt insisted it was none of her business.

“Fine, get your freak on but don’t tell me how to live my life! I am almost grown!” Blair insisted angrily. She was not almost an adult - she was only a little older than me. My Aunt didn’t concede any of that point to her.

Blair turned to me to scare me back out of the room. “Can you perv on me later? My mom and I are trying to have a private discussion!” she said.

“Jenny can stay, I think what I have to say concerns her, Buddy and Lewis. Take a shower and get in the corner for twenty minutes. When you are calm, I will have a family meeting and decide what is to be done,” she said.

“I am way too old to stand in the corner, naked!” Blair said as she brushed off the cum filled rubber from her tit and kicked some of the debris in the living room.

“Then it will be a sight to behold, but you are right, as always Blair,” My Aunt said. Blair looked like the cat that just ate the canary when her mother told her she was correct. Blair must have felt she just scored a victory of sorts with that last comment.

“You are too old for the corner. You will skip the shower and open the blinds. You will press your tits in the window. I want your nipples, nose and toes pressed directly to the window pane. I want your eyes open looking out into the driveway with your hands holding your ass cheeks apart. That is far more effective, and it allows anyone walking up to the house full view of your front and not just your backside. I would like you to keep the things your friends wrote on you in magic marker on your face for now,” she said quite seriously. “Your nudity doesn’t seem to faze you. You made a complete ass of yourself last night. Let’s see how you feel showing your ass now,” My Aunt insisted.

“You wouldn’t dare! You would never dare make me do that!” Blair squinted stubbornly at her mother.

“My dear Blair, you have no idea what I would or would not dare, not yet anyway,” my Aunt stated with a regal expression on her face.

The summer took an unexpected twist and let me just say that I had a wonderful education on discipline after that as Blair was placed on a form of restriction that was designed to focus on her shortcomings that were far different than my own. My first sissy summer camp was the best summer of my entire life, and I appreciate you taking the time to read it.

There is a story that begins after this one concludes located here;

https://storiesonline.net/s/20163/naked ... n-by-eddie

Naked on Summer Vacation: Slut Summer School

[TeenFan]

You have large chapters, so it will take a while to work my way through this story.
I liked the first chapter a lot.
I entered High School in 1980, so I know all the tv references. I remember trying to see naked women on a scrambled channel on the
television.

[TeenFan]

“Who might this odious young man be? Another occupant?” Mrs. Hannigan regarded me like I was a lowly worm and spoke directly to my Aunt as if I were a pet she was trying to sneak into the house.

“This is my nephew, Eddie. He is just here for the Summer,” she told me to great Mrs. Hannigan and let go of her struggling sons. They scampered back off down the gravel drive-way to show their toys to the kids who had gathered not far away. I saw girls my age along with boys, and they clearly saw that we were naked. They were smiling and giggling, but none of them freaked out about it.

“Hello Mrs. Hannigan, it is a pleasure to meet you,” I offered my hand for her to shake. Aunt Sam looked down at me like I was an adorable little monkey who learned to imitate human beings.

Mrs. Hannigan refused to accept my hand. “He seems a bit old to be without clothes,” she said to Mrs. Hannigan.

I didn’t like this snooty older woman, but at least she was on my side!

“We were just at the beach, and the boys got dirty. I am not going to get sand and grit in my car from their trunks. As dirty as my boy’s get I would need my OWN washer and dryer to keep up with the laundry,” Aunt Sam implied that she wanted a washer and dryer in her house to her landlord.

“Indeed, perhaps you should consider finding a different home suited to boarding your guests,” Mrs. Hannigan snorted with derision and then looked right at my penis. “THAT is a disgusting young man; you should have your mouth washed out with soap for standing out here like that,” she said to me.

I had no idea at the time she was even referencing my erection. I assumed she meant my nudity in general. “Quite frankly, this was hardly my idea! I want to go inside!” I am sure I sounded like a know-it-all brat because even though I just agreed with her, she looked at me like I had just sassed her.

“The nerve!” Mrs. Hannigan looked back at my Aunt for some explanation for my rudeness. I didn’t think I had been rude at all.

“He just talks fancy that way. He must read a lot,” my Aunt shrugged. She didn’t take what I said seriously at all.

“I mean his staff is at full mast. It is highly inappropriate,” Mrs. Hannigan said. I had no idea that was a reference to a boner at the time.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t mean anything by it. I am starting to think it just stands up because he has to go pee or something. It’s been like that all the way home,” my Aunt chuckled, and they both observed my erection wondering if it was just a piss-boner.

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“In the bath right now,” my Aunt pointed to the bathroom, and Buddy and Lewis galloped enthusiastically to the bathroom. My Aunt saw me standing there and asked: “Are you waiting for an engraved invitation, fancy Eddie?”

“I’ll just take a shower after they are done,” I said.

“You will take what I tell you to take,” my Aunt insisted that I had an attitude problem that was going to be resolved before the end of the Summer. “You may be used to talking to your mother this way at home, but here we respect our elders. I don’t care if I am not your Mom. You will do what ANY adult tells you to do in this house, do you understand?” she asked me.

I looked at my feet and said yes. She put her hand under my chin and lifted my face so that I could look at her and tell her again. She grabbed me by the ear and pulled me into the bathroom where Lewis and Buddy were already in the tub. There was hardly any room in there for three of us.

My Aunt began running the water and adding suds as I stood there watching. “You already take showers?” she asked me as she squatted down in her suit and tested the water. I could see the cleavage of her boobs in her top. The part between the tits looked like a naked ass crack to me. It seemed very naughty to be staring at her. She had to ask me twice.

In truth, my older brother Stefan had just started taking showers. I did prefer a bath, but I wanted to seem mature. I lied and said that I was taking showers now.

“Well, here you will take baths whether you like it or not. We are not wasting hot water,” My Aunt stated firmly.

Buddy and Lewis were already splashing around and playing with their toys. They had their Grimace toy in the tub, a Destroyer, a yellow rubber ducky and what appeared to be several rubber dog toys. We all shared a single bar of soap which they were very fond of rubbing between their butt cheeks. My Aunt said that was where soap went and insisted I should know to clean “even where the sun doesn’t shine”.

I did and even though I knew we all shared soap – the fact we were doing it together disgusted me. My Aunt thought I was being overly pretentious and called me a “fancy lad” for hoping for three individual soaps.

I imagine these two scenes, taken from Chapter 2, with Eddie being played by the wonderful Mark Lester. Mark was one of the most popular
kid actors in England from 1968 through the mid 70s. Look up Mark Lester in "What the Peeper Saw". He could talk fancy schmancy educated
and act like a little turd at the same time.