Keeping the Babysitter in Line (Mega Story) 55 chapters

[EddieDavidson]

I was proud of myself for asking what Dennis considered an “interesting question.” I thought perhaps they simply hadn’t thought about the risk to Rachel’s reputation. I was wrong, obviously.

“Brian, my family, enjoys what is called predicament bondage,” Doris began. “It isn’t for everyone, but it has an element of danger and risk to it. She went on to explain that it involved being brought to physical exhaustion through cages or having heavy weights attached to their bodies. There is a visceral reaction to being brought to the point of exhaustion through restraints. There is also an element of excitement to being caught or humiliated which creates powerful emotions and sexual responses”

“Did you understand any of that?” Lori asked rhetorically. “Did you watch Nightmare on Elm Street or Friday the Thirteenth?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes!”

“Were you scared?

“Yes!”

“Did you watch the movie and identify with the chainsaw wielding maniac chasing the pretty girls around the showers or did you identify with the people scared for their lives who were trying to survive to the end?”

“The survivors,” I assumed everyone identified with the plucky college kids just trying to find a way to safety.

“Did you think any of it was really real and that anyone actually died on the set?”

“No, obviously not,” I thought that WAS a dumb question. It was just play-acting.

“Okay, we like being scared too. We get off on it. We don’t just like to be scared. We liked to be terrified. A little scare isn’t enough. Daddy, likes being scary. It lets him blow off steam. This weekend is like living in a movie. You know it’s not real, and at the end of the movie you are going to leave the theater safe and sound, but you get to have an adventure. We can’t just do this all the time though. I have a job now. Once a month is enough, just like a period.”

“I am so glad, I could be your fantasy tampon to be used once a month, Lori,” Dennis chuckled.

“You are appreciated, Daddy,” she teased back.

Wow, suddenly a light bulb went off over my head. I was getting it but I still didn’t fully understand. “Okay, but do you really want to wear that sweater?”

“No, but I’ll get arrested if I take it off,” she smiled and popped some gum.

“Okay, but if you want to dress slutty then wouldn’t you rather just choose your own outfit?”

“I can do that any night of the week, Brian.”

“You do DO that,” Doris reminded her daughter with a half-laugh.

“This is just for fun, don’t read too much into it,” Lori summarized her mother’s point. Then she laughed about how it sounded like Doris said “Doo-Doo.”

I couldn’t help trying to make sense of this and read into it. This was the single most bizarre and interesting thing that I had ever seen in my relatively short life. I still had a nearly infinite number of questions without any answers. The ones that were answered created even more questions to follow up with.

“That still doesn’t explain why you would make Rachel dress like that at the game if you are concerned about her reputation?”

Lori blew a bubble and thought about it. “I fucked anybody I wanted in school. If they didn’t want me, that made me want them more. I liked to go to a party and BE the party. I had no fear and I still have no fear. I don’t have any regrets, and I’d probably do everything the same fucked up way if I had it to do over again, Brian.”

I listened as she thought about what she was saying. She kicked the back of my chair with her heels nervously. “Bending over and pretending you didn’t realize you forgot your panties at the food court is probably going to get somebody to crack a smile. Dressing a little trashy or do something a little daring isn’t that big of a deal, Brian. You should try it some time, be a little less uptight.”

We rode in silence for a little while. The song Strut came on the radio in the background. I smiled because it was my new favorite song.

“You could probably tell your best friend in the whole world what you saw us do today in the backyard. He’s never going to believe it anyway.”

“I’d rather you not tell anyone,” Dennis corrected.

“Yeah, but even if you did, he’s going to say that you are making it up. You saw my asshole. You heard me sing the poopy-poopy song and I begged you to press my bellybutton to let me take a shit. So what?”

“Where did that idea come from anyway?” I changed the subject.

“When Lori was little, she used to sing all these dirty little rhymes,” Doris sounded proud as she reminisced. “She’d make her little brother beg to go poopy. “Soon, I was making Brad sing Poopy, Poopy, Coco Pops, Lemonade, push my button before fudge is made! He loved to please and he wasn’t shy. I’d press his belly button and he’d giggle like the Hamburger Helper glove. It was adorable.”

I couldn’t picture that mountain of a boy ever being a baby.

“We just sort of fell into the habit. If anyone sneezed they had to sing ‘Easy-Peasy, Lemon-Squeezy, if I sneeze, grab my booby’ or she’d grab their boob and twist their nipple.”

“Itsy-bitsy titty twistee,” Lori giggled.

“Do you have others?” I asked.

“These amuse you, don’t they?” she giggled impishly. It seemed like the songs amused her as well.

“Yeah,” I had to admit they did.

“You could have made us use baby voices, or talk like Donald Duck,” she told me that I could have specified that when I was pressing their belly buttons.

“Could I have made you talk like Darth Vader,” I held my hand over my mouth, and breathed heavily into my hand with an ominous tone like Vader did in Star Wars.

“Who the fuck is that? He sounds like he has asthma. Yeah, you could.”

“Do it now,” I said.

“I don’t have to take a crap,” she assured me that she wouldn’t for a long time and that her ass was entirely cleaned out.

“Don’t let Lori kid you,” Dennis said that his daughter was always full of shit and always would be no matter how many enemas she got. That was the first time I heard that word. I assumed (correctly) that it had something to do with the bottle of water up their asses and the act of holding the water in.

They told me what they were singing to Dennis at the other end of the yard. I didn’t know until that moment. It sounded really hot.

Lori told me another one that she uses. “If I beg Daddy to let me shit and he wants to walk me out on the lawn like a dog, he’ll make me say stinky pinky has a fat ass, Please let Stinky Pinky pass! if I beg, if I plead, if I crawl, will you lead?”

“What about Wibble wobble, black bobble, wibble wobble out! Turn my filthy pussy inside and out, one of its dirty, twice if its clean, Wibble wobble, black bobble, wibble wobble out!” Rachel asked as she enunciated the tongue twister expertly.

“Oh, we haven’t done that one in years. Can we use that this weekend, Dennis?” Doris sounded delighted.

“It’s too long. I like to hear you repeat it,” Dennis decided.

“I still don’t understand why you like it when he makes you do something embarrassing?” I asked.

“Do you want to try it?” Lori asked.

“No!”

“Chicken?” Rachel asked.

I was really shy about it. I just wanted to understand it.

“Brian, imagine that I am blind,” Doris said. “I’ve been blind since birth. Describe the color green to me.”

I couldn’t do it. I tried to bring up things that were green but obviously someone who had never seen a tree or the color green would have no frame of reference for comparison. I tried to use word pictures but I couldn’t.

“Now, imagine that three blind people are feeling up a woman,” Dennis said that they’ve never seen a woman. “They try to describe what a woman is like but since each one has a different body part, and their experiences are limited to only that part then they have only a limited understanding.

“One blind man had his hands on her tits. He describes women as having jugs swollen with milk and says that you can turn them on by playing with their nipple. The next man disagrees. He has his fist in her cunt. He says that women smell like tuna fish, and they get turned on when you twist your hand around inside of them. The third man says that he doesn’t know where they got this from. He sniffs his finger and says that women smell and taste exactly like shit because his finger has been up her ass.”

I thought Dennis might be joking. Everyone groaned because they had heard Dennis joke before.

“It gets better every time I tell it,” Dennis assured me to wait a month and he’d tell it again and that time I’d laugh for certain

“It’s a corny joke about a group of blind men who have never come across an elephant before and who learn and imagine what the elephant is like by touching it. Each blind man feels a different part of the elephant’s body, but only one part, such as the side or the tusk. They then describe the elephant based on their limited experience and their descriptions. It’s meant to remind you that until you have felt the ENTIRE elephant you won’t know what part you like best. As a blind person, you don’t even know what parts you are still out there haven’t even touched yet. I’ve touched a whole lot of parts and I know that I like to be humiliated. It’s fun, and it is terrifying and perfectly safe.”

Things were making more sense to me, but I had a lot to learn. When we arrived at Lely High School it was dark out. The parking lot was already full as so many people had arrived ahead of us.

I walked with them to the big game. I could already hear the fans cheering in the stands. It was very busy out. There were lots of cars and honking in the school parking lot. Many people were just riding around the parking lot to be seen and look for friends or pretty girls.
Teachers that I had seen during the day at school were standing around directing people to the ticket office and the concessions.

“Are you going to remove our handcuffs, Daddy?” Rachel asked as she walked with her sister. She kept her hands discreetly behind her back.

“Oh, did I forget?” Dennis smirked as he stepped up to the ticket booth.

“You guys would really let me try things out?”

“Sure, do you want to grab the elephant’s nuts, or his mouth first?” Dennis laughed at his own joke. “I don’t have an extra set of handcuffs with me, but you could walk with your hands behind your back for a start.”

“I was thinking I would like to do the bad guy stuff?”

The girls looked at me with churlish grins on their faces. I think they saw me as somewhat harmless and a bit too nice for that.

Dennis ignored me while he pulled out his billfold and paid for the tickets, including mine. The awkward silence was killing me. “I don’t know how much you are making babysitting this kid, but his ticket just came out of it,” he addressed Rachel as if he hadn’t even heard what I said.

I was feeling very dejected. I guess I expected a triumphant four-piece band to give me a big huzzah in the background while Dennis handed me the keys to the handcuffs and told me the secrets of being the boss. That was probably pretty unrealistic.

The football field was around the side of the building. It was just a simple outdoor football field. It wasn’t particularly much but there was a lot of activity out front. It was dark outside and there was a throng of people outside.

I recognized some of them. They were students from my school. Many of them were there to be seen or to see everybody else. They had no interest in going into the game. It was just a social hour for them.

There were girls with big hair, all teased out in denim jackets and stonewashed jeans. There were boys in Polo shirts and khakis. There were all sorts of cliques in my school. Everyone was obsessed with maintaining some identity.

There were the rich kids from Marco Island that everyone called “Preppy”. The handsome boys and pretty girls dressed up in Cavaricci jeans from the Chess King. They were the most popular ones.

The jocks and their girlfriends were inside at the game on the field as players or cheerleaders.

The surfers were the ones with OP shirts and Sun Britches (shorts) wearing sunglasses at night. Naples is on the west coast of Florida, so there really are no waves to surf, but there was no shortage of boys that wanted to wear checkerboard shoes and listen to the Violent Femmes at the Naples Pier looking for pretty girls from somewhere else that were visiting with their parents. They were also the skateboard kids that hung around 5th avenue and the Dairy Queen on U.S. 41.

The burnouts wore their Motley Crue and Iron Maiden t-shirts. They were hanging under the bleachers getting high.

There were a few rednecks in full camouflage. They had what appeared to be flasks they were drinking from. They were clearly trying to make them conspicuous so people would think they were cool, while at the same time pretending they were being sneaky. One of them, was a boy they called “Rooster”. He had wrapped himself in a confederate flag and he was marching around singing an old Hank William’s Junior song.

“Now, THAT is public humiliation. I remember him when he was a freshman. What a dweeb,” Lori commented that acting like a redneck would be total embarrassment. It was funny coming from her. Dennis had a slightly southern demeanor and I think she was just winding her father up.

It was dark and the ladies had their hands behind their backs so nobody noticed their handcuffs. We were walking too briskly for anyone to get a really good look at how they were dressed either.

There were also adults outside of the stands. They ranged in age, but a lot of them were Lori’s age or a little older. There were a lot of guys that were 19 or 20 that seemed to be there specifically to hit on high school girls. They were wearing tank-tops and tight jeans. They still wore the styles that were popular in the late 1970s, and for whatever reason that still got the girls.

There were parents whose kids had begged them to let them hang out with their friends and ditched them at the game. They were talking to each other (this was way before cell phones made that obsolete and entire families just stared at their phones instead of talking). A lot of them seemed to be looking around at the behavior of the teenagers and saying things like “You wouldn’t have seen that back in MY day. These kids today! I tell you! These kids just have no respect! What would her mom say if she saw her dressed like that? I worry about this generation. Would you look at how she is dressed? Can you believe that boy is smoking?”

There were also plenty of regular kids like that didn’t fit in with any particular clique and we were probably the largest group of them all.

I didn’t see myself as one of those. I saw myself as one of the nerds. I didn’t take any computer classes but I owned floppy disks. At lunch time, I would bring them to the computer lab and boot up an Apple IIe and start mucking around with a video game.

The teacher never gave me a hard time or asked what I was doing. I think I just “looked” like the kind of kid that should be in there/knew what he was doing with a computer, and I got away with it.

“So, when are you going to start?” Dennis asked as we passed through the throng of kids and reached the concession stand line. I didn’t even realize that he was talking to me. “You said you wanted to do the bad guy stuff?”

“I didn’t know you were going to let me,” I assured him. I gasped in surprise and blushed a little. I was excited but suddenly felt put on the spot.

“I didn’t know you needed my permission. If you tell the girls to do something and they do it, then I guess that’s bad guy stuff, right?”

“Rachel said you MADE her play that game today,” I countered.

“Made her play what game? Monopoly?”

“The game outside,” I said.

“The fun cunt run? You won’t even say the name of the game,” Dennis scoffed at me. My confidence collapsed like a sandcastle under the Naples Pier at high tide. “If you can’t even SAY cunt, you definitely aren’t ready to touch one!”

I hope you appreciate that was the perfect metaphor because my confidence was built on sand and dreams just like any sandcastle.

“Okay, fine. I am giving you permission to be the bad guy. What will you do first?”

Doris, Rachel and Lori stood around me and looked at me. I realized they were ALL taller than I was. Doris wasn’t taller by much but in heels she seemed like a giantess.

“I don’t know,” I admitted in frustration. I blanked out. I had a few impossible scenarios like the girls had to get naked or do something outrageous like suck off all the burnouts under the bleachers, but it all sounded so fantastical that I realized I was out of my depth.

“You want to do something, but you have no idea where to begin or what to do. Let me ask you a question, Brian. You’ve never driven a car?”

“No,” I admitted. I had driven a video game on the Atari 2600. I knew it wasn’t the same thing. I didn’t even break a sweat on the first day of the race passing 200 cars. I could go for days without wrecking.

“You think the best way to learn to drive would be to get in my jeep, turn the key and just start driving?”

“Yes,” I said. I realized that was wrong right away by the expression on his face.

“What’s third gear?”

I had no idea what a stick shift even was. “You don’t even know how to start an engine or which pedals to press to get that jeep to stop, start or change gears.”

I didn’t know there were three pedals on a stick shift.

“Let’s say somehow you manage to get my jeep on the road without tearing off my garage door. There are two possible outcomes,” he said.

He paused to tell the woman in the window that he wanted four plain footlongs and a beer. He asked me if I wanted anything. I was too nervous to say that I did. I knew I’d probably be hungry later, but in that moment, I was not feeling like eating. He decided that he wanted a large popcorn as well.

“The two outcomes are you get it to where you are going. You’d need-blind chance and luck because you haven’t studied the rules of the road or how the car operates. The other outcome is more likely and that’s you put it in a ditch out on 951 and I come kick your ass because you fucked up my jeep.”

He paid for the food and thanked the woman politely. He wasn’t a total ogre to everyone. He carried the tray of food since the women were cuffed.

The women didn’t argue my side at all. I was hoping Doris would stop him from lecturing me any further. I already felt like finding the smallest hole and climbing in.

We found a seat in the bleachers. We had to walk past a bunch of people. It was VERY well lit in the stands. They were simple aluminum bleachers that get super-hot during the day from the Florida sun. (I know because I have gym class). People definitely noticed the handcuffs, and how Lori and Rachel were dressed. I think a few people who were on the row below us even got a crotch shot when Lori walked past.

Dennis led because he was looking for something high up, a little remote but not too remote. “That’s my son!” he sat down and began eating popcorn.

Doris sat next to him. Lori sat in the middle. Rachel sat on the end, and I sat next to Rachel. Rachel looked straight ahead and ignored me.

I wanted to apologize to her. I didn’t even know what to say. I had no interest in watching the game. The score was 7-0 in the 1st quarter. There were downs and yards listed upon a scoreboard, but there was no announcer explaining any of it. I assumed there would be like there was on television.

I couldn’t even tell which one was Brad. They all looked the same to me from where I was sitting. The Trojans were orange and black. They were playing against the Eagles. They were wearing white. I thought it was odd that their school colors were white. I kept that to myself (good thing too because their colors were actually blue and gold. I just didn’t know that visiting teams wore white).

“I am sorry if I overstepped my bounds with your dad,” I whispered an apology to Rachel. I felt badly about how that last conversation went. I felt like I understood what he was trying to tell me but that I may have left a bad impression with everyone.

She looked straight ahead. “I am trying to watch the game.”

We sat for a long time in silence. Well, I sat in silence. They yelled whenever it appeared that someone did something good like kick a field goal or make a touchdown. It wasn’t easy to tell. They yelled whenever someone made a really good tackle as well. The Wagners stood up and cheered enthusiastically and really seemed to be getting into the game.

I didn’t. It wasn’t just because I was as interested in Football as I am interested in crotchet (which is to say not at all). It was that their cheers were very contextual to what just happened. I could imagine standing up and cheering “Touch Down” and that wasn’t what they were cheering about at all.

I began to imagine that Football was a lot like predicament bondage. The game was played during a set time that they all agreed upon.

The players knew the rules. They knew the plays. They knew who called the plays. They acted as a coordinated team. There were people who passed and people who received.

There was necessary roughness that seemed pretty brutal. I’ve often heard players say they love football. Yet, here they were running themselves to exhaustion, getting knocked down and tackled and yet they showed up at the line for more.

There were probably getting an adrenaline rush from it all. They were “getting off on it” as Lori said.

“Anyone want a Footlong?” Dennis asked when there was a break in the game.

The girls gave him a “Hardee harr-harr” and ignored him. Their hands were cuffed behind them and they had to sit on them in order to keep anyone from seeing them. Doris did too but the way she was dressed made her look a little less conspicuous.

It was going to be the second quarter soon. I didn’t even understand how timekeeping worked in high school football. It seemed like the quarter was only 12 minutes long and not 15 minutes.

My instinct was to say something to the Wagners about the missing three minutes but they would have probably laughed at me. They all looked so serious now and no one was talking to me. Dennis’s lecture had been brutally honest. It had really left me feeling sensitive and ashamed of myself for thinking that I was ready to handle being a “bad guy”.

All the wild stuff they were doing earlier, seemed to have come to a stop. I had the distinct feeling that my request to participate had put a damper on their family weekend.

I was wrong.



(Are there other stories like this? would anyone be inspired to write a spin off?)

[EddieDavidson]

“I don’t want these hot dogs to go to waste,” Dennis threw a piece of popcorn in his mouth. “Nice, warm foot long dogs. Girls, legs apart, 19 inches should be enough,”

“Yes, Daddy,” Rachel and her sister parted their knees.

Dennis looked down at me. “Have you ever watched your father drive a car?”

“Yeah,” I was a little nervous to be put on the spot.

“He never explained how to drive a stick?” Dennis asked across the three women’s bodies. People were getting up out of their seats now that the 1st quarter was over. They had about 15 minutes to hit the bathroom and concession stands before the game started. That meant the people on our row had to pass us, and the ones on the rows below might also look up and see that Rachel and Lori were sitting with their legs spread. Doris’s skirt was too tight for her to sit with her knees apart.

Rachel and Lori acted like they didn’t notice the leering boys and the girls’ scornful expressions.

I replied that my father hadn’t taught me to drive a transmission and marveled at how many boys were passing them and grinning. A few of them called out “LORI WAGNER!!” but no one said Rachel’s name.

“You want to learn how to drive a stick?” he asked as he ignored the humiliation his daughters were enduring.

I told him that I did.

He explained to me how to drive what he called a manual transmission. He said it was much more fun than an automatic. “It used to be all cars were manual. One day, you probably won’t even be able to purchase a car with a manual transmission unless it is a sport car. The manual gives you more control, but you have to know what you are doing. If you don’t, you’ll burn out your transmission.”

I listened carefully and retained what he said. It was going over my head. I didn’t know how to drive a car with an automatic transmission, much less a manual one.

“Oh, I forgot you girls were still handcuffed. One second, Brian.”

He stood up and removed the plain foot longs from their buns. He put the first one down his wife’s blouse between her tits. He pulled it out enough so that it touched her chin and dangled. Doris looked straight ahead as if she was amused but did nothing.

He went to Lori next. “Ooops, I dropped it,” he said. Then he dropped the hot dog on the ground at her feet. He made it pretty obvious it was not an accident. “You are going to have to ask somebody to pick that up for you. You don’t want to be a litterbug and you don’t want to waste food.”

“You ass,” Lori giggled.

When he got to Rachel, he ignored her. “So, the first step before you do anything is check your mirrors and make sure nobody is behind the car. I’ve run over enough toddlers on tricycles and cats to know that they can mess up the bottom of your jeep and nobody wants that,” he joked.

“Adjust your mirrors and understand your position. You see that there are all these people around you. Is it safe to start your car here?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Well, let’s hope so. The worst that could happen is we get arrested. That wouldn’t be the first time,” he chuckled. “Now, you have to put the car in neutral. The little N,” he drew an N on his daughter’s shirt with his meaty fingers. “You can’t just start out on third gear and start flying down the highway, Brian. You’ve got to put your left foot on the clutch. Only when you are sure that you are ready, should you start her up. You need to figure that out before you can go anywhere.”

He handed me a warm foot long and went and sat back where Doris was. I thought at first, he expected me to eat it.

I should mention something before I tell this next part of the story. I had NEVER been to a football game but they had. There were at least three other girls in the stands who lifted their shirts and flashed the team at one point or another. It was just a split-second fun thing. I didn’t realize girls did that at concerns and football games. I might have been more inclined to go to one.

I just hadn’t seen them do it yet. I learned about this later. I wanted to mention that there was a little more of a rowdy spirit at the football game. It wasn’t ‘anything goes’ debauchery like the backyard play we had that day. It was however naughty enough that a girl could flash her ass or tits and get away with it without any sort of repercussions.

Doris was licking her hot dog and trying not to draw attention to herself. She had a dignified expression but try as she might, she couldn’t get over how silly she probably looked with the long dog between her tits stuffed into her blouse.

She could suck it and pull it up to her mouth but every time she tried someone laughed or noticed what she was doing. “I expect those dogs to be eaten before the second quarter,” he said. Then he told Doris “open” and she opened her mouth wide instinctively. He threw a piece of popcorn and she caught it in her mouth like a dog performing a trick.

A boy younger than me with his parents noticed and giggled. “Mommy, mommy, that lady caught a piece of popcorn like a doggy,” I heard him exclaim.

Meanwhile, Lori was trying to figure out her own puzzle. She could have sat with her knees apart all night and pretended she didn’t notice or care that people were looking up at her cunt. She seemed to be scanning the crowd of people walking past to decide who to ask for help. If they stopped and made a scene it would have been really degrading, I am sure. She was trying to be somewhat discreet.

Rachel looked straight ahead. She had a flat expression on her face, as if she didn’t care who was looking at her pussy.

“Hungry?”

“Starving,” she replied curtly.

“Open,” I said. She glanced over at her father. Dennis seemed to be ignoring us and perhaps that was his intention. Instead, he focused on teasing Doris and Lori.

She opened her mouth and waited.

“Wider,” I said. I wanted to see her tongue and her teeth. I knew she could open her mouth wide. “The way you did when you were kissing the top of that dildo today.”

Some boys with crew cuts laughed when they walked past. “Hurry up, Brian.”

“Why? This is fun,” I snickered. I was enjoying Rachel’s reluctance.

“Please?” she begged.

I was going to be nice and feed her. However, I was inspired. “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“What do you say when you want to ask for something?” I asked.

“I am only doing this because my dad is making me,” she let out an exasperated sigh. Then she begged, “Pretty, pretty please, with gumdrop titties, big blue butternuts, coconuts, big butts, stinky cunts, whipped cream, whip my fat ass with molasses and place MY cherry on top.”

“Really? I don’t recall your father telling you to do anything. He handed me the hot dog. Now, say it again but this time in a sweet voice like you are singing Strut by Sheena Easton.”

“What?” she seemed relatively amused.

“Do you have the balls to make me ask a second time?” I asked as I looked under her skirt to see if she had any.

“Strut out, put it out,” she sang the words to the song and bobbed her head to get the rhythm “Pretty, pretty please, Baby, what’s wrong with you? Can’t you see that I am not a liar. All this obsession with gumdrop titties, big blue butternuts, coconuts, it’s what you want from women, big butts, stinky cunts, leather and lace, whipped cream, whip my fat ass with molasses and place MY cherry on top because you make me feel like a girl for hire ... oh no!”

I put the hot dog in her mouth, and she wrapped her lips around it. Some girls passing by saw what I was doing and realized it looked like she was giving my hot dog head. They noticed how she was dressed and they could see under her skirt.

“Oh my god, she has a lock under her skirt.”

Rachel turned beet red. She took a bite and spit the rest out, so that I’d remove it from her lips. “I know those girls”

“Oh good, what would you tell them when they ask you about how you were dressed?”

“I would say that I didn’t realize the top was so sheer, or how I was sitting and tell them they were dykes for looking at my pussy!”

“Why is one of your pussy lips longer than the other?” I asked as I fed her again. She rolled her eyes, then shut them and sucked on the hot dog until I told her she could bite down. She took a bite and started chewing. A few people noticed and laughed.

Lori was having some luck with a boy that recognized her and knew she used to attend Lely. “I dropped my Hot Dog, would you get it for me?”

“Why can’t you get it?”

“Because I am asking you,” Lori insisted.

He was skeptical that this was some sort of practical joke that she was playing on him. When he bent over and looked under her sweater, he saw her bare pussy and was much more inclined to help.

“Will you feed it to me?”

“It’s been on the ground.”

“I am super hungry, and I can’t go anywhere, please?” Lori begged and pouted.

That left Dennis and Doris. She clearly had the tip of a hot dog in between her breasts. A woman that looked about Doris’s age was talking to them about real estate in Bonita Springs. She went on and on and Dennis pretended to be very interested. Doris kept blushing.

“My sister and I used to clip our pussies together and lip wrestle, like tug of war. She always won,” Rachel said.

“Really?” I let her have another bite.

“No,” she laughed. “I mean we’ve pussy wrestled before. We have a family friend, and she has been training her tits in these metal tubes that make them long and slender, kind of like that hot dog,” she looked famished. I gave her a bite. “She trains her nipples to be about seven inches long and her pussy lips to be much longer than mine. She even stretched out her asshole. Have you ever put a pizza in the oven without a tray and then seen the melted cheese fall? That’s what that looks like?”

Rachel smiled again. I think she enjoyed fucking with my head. I asked her if any of that story was true.

“The truth is really dull, Brian. I’ve always had one cunt lip that was longer than the other. Dad hangs weights from our pussies. I asked him to only use my right side. Now it’s so freakishly long that I belong in a circus,” she shrugged and looked straight ahead.

“I like it,” I admitted.

“You’ve only seen how many pussies total in your life? Three?” she assumed correctly. “I’ve got a lopsided cunt. Okay?”

“I am a blind man trying to figure out the elephant and so far, my favorite one has one short cunt lip and one long one.”

“What did you say, young man?” a woman passing by demanded.

“I was having a private conversation,” I insisted. I didn’t anticipate anyone would overhear me when I said that.

“That kind of language is unacceptable. What do you have on? How did you leave the house like that?”

“Hi, I am her dad. What seems to be the matter?” Dennis intervened. He quickly stepped in front of Lori. She was still sitting with her legs apart and gnawing on the hot dog dangling from her mouth. The boy had long since moved on.

“I heard this young man use obscene language,” she told him.

“What did he say?”

“It was too vulgar to repeat,” she insisted.

“If I don’t know what it was, I can’t correct him. My family is babysitting him this weekend.”

“It was a four-letter word that starts with C.”

“Cock?” he asked.

“No! I’d rather not say. In addition, look at how your daughter is dressed?”

“What’s the matter with what she has on?”

“Well, you can see through her blouse!” She was drawing unwanted attention to us and lots of it. There were people coming back to their seats and a lot of noise though.

“What can you see? Nipples?” he looked at her blouse and intentionally feigned ignorance.

“No, but close enough, and look at how she is sitting!”

“Well, that’s my fault. I told her that if she wasn’t going to wear panties then she might as well show the entire world what she had between her legs. I guess if you aren’t going to wear a bra then you’ll have to take off your top, Rachel.”

“Yes Daddy,” I think Rachel would have removed her shirt. It was a calculated risk to tell her to do that. The woman flinched and demanded that she not do that in public.

“Well, what else do you suggest I do? She won’t wear panties. I check before we go out, but both of my daughters ditch them.

Lori waved at her and sat back with a long slender hot dog hanging out of her mouth. Her knees were apart.

The woman got angry but realized perhaps they were laughing at her and she moved on.

“You see Brian, Press the brake, or the center pedal, with your right foot. Position the gear shifter so that the transmission is in the first gear. Remove your right foot from the brake pedal. If you are on a flat surface, the vehicle should move very little. Slowly begin to place less pressure on the clutch with your left foot. Depending on the vehicle, you may feel it begin to slowly roll forward. As you gently release the clutch, begin to press the accelerator very delicately with your right foot.”

He said it like he was trying to impart wisdom on me. “You still haven’t even begun moving. This is all just to get started.”

My blood was pumping after that confrontation. I was scared and she was unpleasant. I could see how it was actually fun even though it was incredibly risky. What if that had been a teacher? Or someone who knew my parents? Or I run into her with my family at McDonalds and she comes over?

Dennis slapped Lori on her boobs before he went to sit back down. “Share with your sister and your mother! They finished their hot dogs.”

Lori rolled her eyes. She leaned over to Doris until she was close enough that her mother could lick the tip of the hot dog and finally take a small bite. Then she did the same to Rachel. It was much easier to get close enough to French kiss.

We had only a few minutes before the start of the next quarter. I could tell because there were cheerleaders bouncing around and working the crowd into a frenzy. I wanted to keep talking to Rachel, but she and her family stood up and repeated the cheers about school spirit and winning the game.

I had to sit quietly for the next quarter. I had a much better understanding of the game I was watching. I also had a better understanding of the game I was playing with Rachel. I didn’t believe she really did those things because I told her. I believed she did them because her father told her.

I had reminded her that her father hadn’t explicitly instructed her to do anything when we were playing, but he really had. He had made it pretty clear that she was going to be my practice dummy for lack of a better term.

Brad apparently made some spectacular plays in the second quarter. I assumed he was a quarterback. I incorrectly surmised that because we played both offense and defense in gym class for flag football that it worked the same way in high school football. I didn’t realize that there were actually teams within the team that played one or the other.

Every time that she stood up with her family (and the crowd) to cheer she sat back down and spread her legs. Every time she did that I found myself inexplicably trying to get another look. I’d seen it plenty of times that day, but I was fascinated and wanted to look more closely.

“If you want to look up my skirt you can, Brian. You don’t have to break your neck pretending that you aren’t,” she finally said at one point. She kept looking straight ahead.

I didn’t want to interrupt in case Brad was on the field. I had only just begun to figure out how to identify the players by numbers and whether Lely was on defense on offense. I thought that Lely was on offense.

“Do you do this at every football game?” I asked. I didn’t crane my neck or do anything special to look up her skirt.

“This is the first one I’ve been to on Family weekends,” she admitted. She explained that they were once a month, and Brad had only made Varsity this year. The football season wasn’t very long.

“Have you ever been to a football game?”

“Sure,” she said.

“What do you normally do?”

“Watch the game and not talk,” she sighed.

When it was half-time, Lely was down by 6. I even understood why they had missed the field goal. I was still struggling with punting, kicking, free kicks and other jargon. Dennis also frequently leaned over and taught me about driving a stick shift and some of the rules of the road like what to do at a four point stop sign.

He made the girls wait with their legs apart while the stadium emptied during the half-time. There were tons of other fans who wanted to watch the cheerleaders and band play at the half-time show. However, that first five minutes when the whistle blows at the end of the second quarter was a mass exodus of about half of the stadium.

Everyone on our row that had seen Lori and Rachel’s pussies were treated to a second view, and several new people laughed.

Doris giggled wickedly at her daughter’s humiliation. Lori, in particular was getting unloaded on because she was instantly recognizable by people who had gone to school with her while she was a Senior. Rachel seemed to go unrecognized.

“Payback is going to be a bitch,” Lori assured her.

“I doubt it, I’d love it if some of these handsome men were looking at me like I was dinner the way they are looking at you,” Doris snickered. She was sweet, but she had a very naughty and mischievous side as well.

“Are you having fun?” she asked me while we waited for the crowd to get a view of her bald gash. A few boys noticed the lock between her knees and even asked her about it.

“Why are you looking up my skirt?” she scrunched her nose in disgust and called for her dad to deal with these perverts who were staring up her skirt. The boys took one look at Dennis and melted into the crowd.

“This is a blast,” she said.

“Don’t give me orders when we go to school,” she insisted. I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. That was a good idea though. It was obvious she thought I might try to do that.

“Why not?”

“Because I said.”

[tempmann]

Nice story dude.

[EddieDavidson]

(Thank you, I thrive on constructive feedback!)



I thought I would get to play with Rachel some more. However, Dennis had other plans. He told me that I could get into 1st gear but that it took a lot of practice to drive. “You need to get a learner’s permit and see if you can get it into second gear,” he told me.

“Why don’t you and Lori go for a little walk. You’ve got thirty minutes,” he said. I looked down at Rachel as if she might get jealous. She looked straight ahead and ignored me. “Don’t worry, she’ll be here when you get back.”

I nodded and Lori and I left the bleachers. She had to walk with her hands behind her back. I felt like I was escorting her to jail.

Everywhere she walked, I could hear the tiny bells jingling from the clips on her labia. I didn’t say anything to her. “You really have the hots for my sister, don’t you?”

I didn’t want to answer that. I don’t know why. I guess I was embarrassed to admit what had to be pretty obvious. “I think she’s okay,” I said.

“Okay? OKAY? I didn’t make her for YOU!!” Lori got dramatic, as if she were reciting a line from a play. “You really should let me talk you into going to Rocky Horror Picture Show some time. They love virgins,” she said.

I felt a little insulted by that. I didn’t realize at the time that in RHPS a virgin is just someone who hasn’t watched the movie in the theater previously. “You would go to a movie with me?”

“No, I’d take YOU to a movie. It wouldn’t be a date. You don’t even have a car,” she smiled as we walked around.

“Do you?”

“No, but I have these,” she jiggled her tits back and forth. She was wearing a sweater but she made it obvious what she meant when they bounced. “These knockers are two tickets to any place I want to be at any time! Daddy lets me drive the Lincoln when I want too.”

We walked through the crowded area just outside the stands where the concession area is. It was dark and she had her hands cuffed behind her back. I reached behind her and lifted her sweater up so that her butt was visible.

“Do you think that scares me?” she laughed defiantly and kept walking. People definitely noticed her ass and laughed that her brother’s name appeared on her ass. I doubt she could have played it off like she didn’t notice. I didn’t realize so many people would laugh and catch it until it was too late to stop people from laughing and pointing.

It felt like I was definitely not in “second gear.” Dennis told me about grinding gears when trying to shift too fast and too slow, and I thought perhaps that is what I had just done. I wanted to dial things back a little.

“I think it does a little,” I smiled.

“Are you going to flash my stinker to strangers for thirty minutes, or are you going to use me?”

I suspect that I might have cum my pants just a little right then. I felt a little spurt of orgasm by how boldly she asked the question and phrased it. I pulled her bottoms back down and then began looking around for a place.

“Parking lot, bleachers, men’s bathroom,” she listed them off as if she’d checked them all off.

“You’d go in the men’s bathroom?” I didn’t think women were even ALLOWED in there. Men were trying to go poop!

“You think I haven’t been?”

We entered the bathroom and several guys immediately recognized her. She smiled for them like a celebrity that was flattered to be recognized in person. No one told her to get out, which surprised me because I had expected at least one person to say that girls don’t belong in the men’s bathroom.

Instead, their only objection was that she was with me. “Sorry guys,” she apologized as we found an empty stall. It was gross and disgusting in there. She didn’t wait for me to do anything. Instead, she got down on her knees. She unzipped my pants with her teeth. Then she looked up at me as if to say, “Do you know what I am going to do next?”

Then she used her tongue to push my underwear down. She spit out a little of my pubic hair in disgust. She squatted and pulled the tip of my penis out of my jeans with her mouth. She smiled a little like she couldn’t wait to enjoy it. Then she looked up at me innocently.

“Is this what you want me to do?” she fluttered her eyes.

“Yes,” I was mesmerized!

“Say it,” she insisted abruptly.

“What?”

“You know what I want to hear,” she asked in an impossibly cute baby voice as she let my hard penis dangle in front of her. I realized she was expecting me to ask her pretty please.

A few guys had seen us walk into the stall or could hear a female voice. I heard snickering on the other side of the door. I locked it. “C’mon, Bri-Bri, say it for Lori! I can make you feel good all over.”

I sat down on the toilet and reached down and began to rub her body through her sweater. “That feels good, but all I need to hear is a little gratitude. I am going to give you a Lori special, and after that, you will never be the same,” she promised. “all you have to do is ask nicely-wicely,” she teased.

I slid her sweater up and forced it over her head. I couldn’t get it off completely because she was still handcuffed. “Wait, what are you doing? Fine,” Lori let me strip her and stood before me naked with her sweater now wrapped around her wrists. She didn’t have a lot of choice but she could have fought back if she really wanted to stop me.

I began to flick the bells hanging from her pussy lips and make them ring. “You can play with that later, but right now I am hungry, Brian!”

“Feed her, Brian!” one enthusiastic guy on the other side of the bathroom wall shouted. There were at least three other guys listening and laughing.

“Feed me. All you have to do is say the magic words and I’ll grant your wish, cutie!”

“Open Sesame!” a black guy on the other side of the door laughed.

I turned her around and spread her cheeks. “Oh, I forgot you were an ass-man, Brian.”

There was derisive laughter on the other side of the stall. So much laughter, that I was truly embarrassed. I should have been the cool guy who just took this nineteen-year-old girl into the bathroom to have my way with her!

She held her mouth open wide for me. It was obvious she expected me to beg to let her suck my dick. I have to admit I was tempted.

I got inspired. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began to wad it up into a big ball. Then I began to pack it into her mouth. She resisted at first. Lori didn’t have anything sassy to say about that! She made a few noises and glared at me angrily but she didn’t resist.

I heard a few guys say, “C’mon Brian, give a brother a turn!” and try to tease me but when they didn’t hear us, they took the hint and left.

I remembered how her father said that when she was gagged, he had peace and quiet. “This is for your own good because you keep getting yourself in trouble,” I pulled her down close to me and whispered in her ear. She nodded sweetly and a little tear rolled down her eye.

Once I was relatively certain that she really couldn’t just push her tongue through the toilet paper and laugh at me or tease me, I wrapped it around her head several more times.

I have to admit I was tempted to feed my dick to her first. I wasn’t sure what she might do if I didn’t beg though. I was a little worried that Lori would bite me. I was very sensitive and her teasing at first really got under my skin. I was worried I was going to far but she let me do this to her and that emboldened me further.

I covered Lori’s entire face and nose with toilet paper until she looked like a ridiculous toilet monster.

She looked so sexy and trashy like that! I didn’t even know those two things could go together. I was used to Playboy porn where everything is glamorous and fake.

Whatever it is I was doing or feeling right then was authentically raw and a little edgy. I had no idea what I was going to do. I had no idea what she was going to do. I had no idea what the people on the other side of the bathroom door were going to do.

It was chaos and unknown! I felt like I controlled it all. I felt like she was under my power!

(If she wanted to, Lori definitely could have kicked my ass. She was much taller than I was.)

Then I began to stuff it up her ass. At first, she cooed and sounded amused, but eventually I had packed her ass so full that she looked a little a human cottontail bunny rabbit. I will admit that I felt very guilty about doing this to her.

She had come willingly into the bathroom with me, but she hadn’t bargained for this at all. I twisted her nipples and experimented with how much I could actually pinch them. It turns out - quite a lot. She was gagged so I had no idea whether I could make her scream. She had taken two mousetraps over her nipples though so I knew she could take a lot of pain.

Her pussy was dripping, and her nipples got harder as I played with them. She didn’t try to fight me and if she wanted to she could have rammed the door until someone heard and let her out. I tried to be discreet.

A few guys did notice her high heels under the stall doors when they checked to see if it was occupied. There were enough stalls that people didn’t complain. They probably assumed we were making out or having sex.

Lori was a lot of woman to handle. She wasn’t fat by any stretch of the imagination, but she was just bigger than me to scale. Everything on her body was proportional, but she was just much bigger than me all around. It was hard to manage her.

I took my pants down to my knees once I was certain that her ass was packed full. Then I grabbed her nipples, pinched them again and pulled her down towards me. She did struggle a little but not much.

I admired how pretty her face was. She looked a little stuck up and she probably was on some level. I think the fact that she could be very bratty made it easier for me to treat her a little roughly. Her neck looked so inviting. She had such pretty collarbones and I just wanted to kiss her. I kissed her neck because her mouth was full of wet toilet paper. She let me but she struggled and mumbled.

I had seen her father whip her with a crop and slap her butt at one point. I slapped her butt nice and hard. Her eyes became electric, and she gave me a look that suggested she wasn’t impressed and she was downright amused by my attempt to smack her butt.

I didn’t want to make a lot of noise though. I spun her around and did the only thing that I could think of worse than spanking. I dunked her head into the toilet. I’ve had it done to me many times by bullies over the years. It’s no fun.

Lori’s eyes grew wide with fear and she trembled a little. She genuinely seemed frightened the first time I pulled her head out. I dunked her again and this time I held her head under for 10 seconds. I grabbed her pussy and began to flick her bells while she forced air through the toilet paper.

I pulled her head up again. Her make-up was ruined and she looked livid. The toilet paper didn’t hold up as a gag. I decided to improvise. I plunged her head underwater again and she once again began blowing bubbles and struggling. I think she thought I’d drown her.

I kicked off a shoe and pulled off one of my socks. I wore those long knee-high socks that were popular back then. I had it off when she came up and this time I balled that up and crammed it down her throat as hard as I could. “Take it out and you’ll eat my shoe,” I whispered in her ear. Then I stuck her head under again.

I began to finger her pussy while she jerked and blew bubbles. People could hear us scuffling around in the stall but they probably assumed we were fucking. I tuned them out. I decided to try something new. I wet my finger and then stuck it in her ear and turned my finger round and round. I’d been on the receiving end of wet willie’s many times. I wasn’t sure if I was even doing it right. It’s irritating, especially when they do both ears.

I alternated diddling her ears like that and dunking her head. I kept her under longer each time and gave her less time between rounds. I didn’t know how long someone could breathe underwater. I counted One Mississippi in my head for every second. Each time I added another second or two.

“You guys alright in there?” someone that may have been an authority figure knocked on the door.

“Yeah, it’s Lori Wagner. She just drank too much, and she is sick,” I said the first thing that came to my mind. It turns out that most people don’t want to listen to a drunken girl vomit and no one questioned the gurgling and water splashes.

I began to finger her pussy while she was under the water, and she bucked and actually seemed to encourage me to put my fingers in her deeper. I held her head underwater for easily thirty five seconds while I explored her pussy. It did smell a little like tuna and piss, but I was fascinated by all of the folds and corners inside. I found a flat spot that seemed to make her twitch and kept pressing it while she was underwater gasping.

I heard her say “please” through the gag when I pulled her out. I didn’t want to stop though. I pushed her head underwater and this time I pinched the little part of the pussy flap in the very center of her pussy (clitoris hood). Wow, that made her jerk. It was almost like I put her finger in a light socket.

What I did next would have been unthinkable of me to do. However, I had been largely successful with techniques that schoolhouse bullies used on me that I decided to try a few more.

I performed what is called a frogger punch. It doesn’t leave a bruise. I punched with the back of her thigh to test out her reaction. You have to punch hard, quickly and sharply, with the middle knuckle of your hand extended. I’d never done that to anyone, but I’d had it done to me enough that I knew what it felt like.

Her knee collapsed! Lori fell face forward into the toilet. She was so deep into the toilet, that her tits were touching the bowl. I was sure that toilet was gross after being used for a football game. I tried not to think about that.

Instead, I pulled her out and put the tip of the nub of her nipple on the flat part of the toilet seat. Then I punched down and crushed it with my knuckle. “Fuck, fuck,” I heard her mumble through the wet gag. The best part about the gag though was that now that it was soaked through with toilet water, she really couldn’t spit it out or talk.

I punched her nipples a few more times. Then I grabbed her by the top of her head with my hand. My uncles used to do this to me when I was really young, and bullies liked to do it as well. Palming her head I squeezed up and caused her great distress.

Then I yanked on her hair. I don’t think I meant to do it. I was just doing what bullies would do and she was wet and slippery from the chest up at this point. I didn’t expect a positive reaction when I grabbed her hair. I expected her to even kick me in the balls and fight her way out the door.

She squealed a little and nodded like she was trying to tell me to keep doing it. I grew a little more bold and began to yank her hair back. I made a pony tail in the back of her hair and used it to control her head, and kept dunking it.

“Guys, I hate to break up the fun, but you either need to get a room or the backseat of a car. You can’t do that in here,” the familiar voice of the assistant principal Mr. Schick knocked on the door. It was the only reason I stopped.

I pulled her sweater over her body. She was dripping wet from head to toe and her make-up was ruined. I left the wad of toilet paper in her ass but took my sock out of her mouth. She could have yelled for help or told him to have me arrested.

Lori looked at me as if we were co-conspirators in a crime and about to get busted. I put my rolled up sock in my pocket. Mr. Schick was standing there when I opened the door. There were several other students waiting to see what we were doing or who we were.

He recognized Lori immediately. “Lori Wagner? What are you doing here?”

“Just threw up is all. I had a little too much to drink, Mr. Schick,” she pretended to be drunk and leaned on me.

She started laughing when we got out of the bathroom like a crazed woman. “You mean little fucker. Don’t tell my dad that we did this,” she insisted.

“Why?”

“I liked it. I didn’t know what you were going to do next. It was so random. Will you take the toilet paper out of my ass, please?”

“No,” I said. She hadn’t answered my question. I wondered if she was embarrassed that I hadn’t fallen for charms and been easily manipulated.

“How about this, cutie? Take me under the bleachers and I’ll give you a Lori special. You don’t have to beg. Shoot all over my face. He’ll be impressed you made me walk back like that,” she said. She noticed that half-time was wrapping up and we were not finished.

“You don’t think he will notice that you are soaking wet?”

“Daddy notices every little thing,” she bit her lip to think of an excuse. She was quick on her feet with lies. “Tell him you poured a bottle of water over me in front of a bunch of my old friends.”

“Why can’t I just say that I did what I did?”

“I probably shouldn’t have let you do of all that. I think he wanted you to be in second gear or something. He’ll probably think it was all my idea,” she admitted finally. “That was kind of rough. I thought you were going to choke me out.”

I arched an eyebrow. I really did love her long, slender, graceful neck. I could imagine putting my hands around it and choking her. I didn’t want to actually kill Lori or anything. The way she brought it up though, she made it sound like something she enjoyed doing.

“Your dad has a policy about the truth, I am going to tell him what happened,” I grabbed her nipple and led her up to the stands. “Okay, but he isn’t going to believe you and then he is going to blame me! I’ll probably have to go first tonight.”

I asked her what she meant by going first and why that was so bad. She told me that I would see soon enough after the game.

Doris and Rachel were sitting together when we returned. Doris was wearing her daughter’s blouse and it did very little to hide her nipples. They both had semen dripping down their noses. Dennis looked relieved and happy as he ate popcorn and waited for the half-time to end.

“You were gone a while,” he observed. He asked if we had fun.

“Yeah,” Lori said as she sat down on the other side of her father so that I could sit next to Rachel. Rachel looked up at me like I was a traitor for going with Lori. It was really mixed-signals.

“What did you guys talk about?” he asked Lori to tell him.

“I don’t think you’ll believe me,” she laughed. Dennis looked at me as if he were trying to size me up. I felt like something had changed about me and that I had turned a corner.

“I took her in the bathroom, and she tried to make me beg for a Lori special,” I said loud enough the people next to us could hear because I was talking over the marching band and Rachel and Doris were sitting between us.

“That sounds about right,” Dennis said.

“Then I stuffed her asshole full of toilet-paper, gagged her and dunked her head in the toilet,” I said.

“How many times?” Dennis chuckled. Doris and Rachel also laughed. Lori looked off to the side.

“I lost count,” I explained how I counted the seconds and kept adding a few to make sure that I didn’t drown her.

“She can hold her breath a long time,” Dennis pretty much insisted I continue. I told them about how I didn’t want to make a lot of noise because we were locked in the bathroom. I frogger punched her titties, and thighs, and pulled her hair until the assistant principal asked us to leave. I told them how we used the excuse she had been drinking and threw up and no one wanted any sort of proof or questioned that.

“Well, I think that’s a little too specific NOT to believe,” he made his daughter stand up. He lifted Lori’s sweater up in the back. Her brother’s name was smeared and faded and she had a big wad of toilet paper stuffed up her ass.

“Well, so much for mooning Brad at the end of the game,” Dennis chuckled. “I think that toilet paper is staying in there. If you need to wipe your ass, you’ve got a month’s supply.”

“Har-har,” Lori offered her father a sour lemon expression and then winked at me. “He did alright, but he could have fucked me, and he didn’t.”

Lori’s hair was still wet, and her make-up was a mess. She couldn’t fix it because she was still handcuffed after all of this. I would have felt incredibly powerless if I were in the same state as her.

Lori seemed like she was excited and re-energized when she returned to the bleachers. I could tell she was a little humiliated by the weird stares she received due to her hair and make-up. She seemed to let it roll off her back and found it a little amusing.

“Maybe he is saving himself for someone special and that isn’t you?” Doris offered coyly.

“Oh, It would be a dream come true for a boy his age to give his virginity to Lori Wagner,” Lori bragged playfully.

“I don’t’ know if he is still just a boy after what he just did,” Dennis said. “I was going to see what you could do with Doris next quarter, but I think you’ll need longer than fifteen minutes,” Dennis stopped talking when the game came back up.

The Lely cheerleaders were extremely hot. They reminded me of younger versions of Lori. They looked so full of themselves, so happy, and so bossy! They kept shaking their fists in the air and yelling at us to do things while they danced around and tried to command our attention away from the players.

It was like they craved attention.

I had so much to think about during those next twelve minutes that I didn’t pay attention to the game at all. I stood up and cheered with the family, but I stuck to “Good play” and “Way to go!”

[EddieDavidson]

( feel like this is embaressed nude female, even though they put themselves in the situation to be humiliated, sorry if it deviates from norm, but in a few chapters there going to be a big raunchy party, so fair warning -they are into some kinky shit, but nobody gets hurt and it's done safely. This story, I also put visits to Rocky Horror, which I always wanted to do in a story, so hopefully some nostalgia for any who can relate)

CHAPTER TWELVE
Third-quarter, Lely was down, and it looked like they might lose this game and spoil an undefeated season. Tension was high, and the family seemed genuinely concerned about the outcome of the game.

I could have cared less, but I pretended to be deeply concerned as well. Lori was feeling some humiliation just from former friends that saw her with her hair messy and her make-up running down her face. She played it off like she got drunk.

“Did you throw up on your pants?” one of her catty friends.

“Yep, and on my panties too!” Lori spread her legs and flashed her. It was easy in just a sweater. I think they saw that her hands were still cuffed too.

“Gross, your gash looks like a bulldog eating a can of mayonnaise,” the cruel girl put her own finger in her mouth and pretended she was trying to make herself throw up after seeing it. “You should try throwing up a little more, Lori. You might not be such a chunky-little monkey,” she said before walking away brusquely before Lori could say something back.

“Fuck, I really miss high school sometimes,” Lori chuckled. “It could be like family weekend every day again,” she added sarcastically.

“Weren’t you and her really close friends?” Doris asked.

“Yeah, with friends like her, who needs enemies?” she chuckled. “The good part about family weekends, Brian is that my dad has already said the most wicked shit to me and about me and anything a fat little troll doll like her says is going to roll right off my back,” Lori insisted. I wasn’t sure if she truly believed that. I think she was a little offended.

It wasn’t the last play of the game, but in the fourth quarter Brad caught an interception and ran for twenty-seven yards. That gave his team the ball and set them up to win in the last few minutes. I was actually excited.

I wasn’t excited like I was for Return of the Jedi last year. I was still pretty thrilled that they snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. The band played and everybody celebrated and cheered. I assumed everyone would leave right away. I was really surprised when the fans on our side rushed towards the field at the end of the game. Everyone on our side of the field was celebrating and cheering!

Many of the players ran up to greet their parents. “Mommy, Daddy!” Brad shouted in a deep voice that sounded like a grown man’s voice.

If it had been me, or just about anyone else, I think people would have laughed. Brad was a mountain of muscle, and no one laughed when he called them that. “I saw you up in the stands! Thanks for coming!”

“Wouldn’t have missed it, Son!”

“Thanks Daddy, that means a lot! Did you already have judgment?”

“No, we were waiting on you,” Dennis said.

“I am going to have to pass. I’ve got a hot date,” he said. I assumed any girl that Brad dated was probably the most popular girl in the school, or maybe even a college girl.

“Who is it?”

Brad smiled and looked around to imply that his date was nearby, and he didn’t want to say.

“Your sisters were going to moon you, but Lori fell in the toilet and got hers all messed up!”

“Oh, that’s fucking hilarious. You can still do it!”

“Right here?” Dennis even seemed surprised.

Brad turned around, grabbed the waistband of his football pants, and yanked them down. Everyone in the stands could see his meaty ass and the straps to his jockstrap. A few ladies even swooned and a lot of guys booed. Brad was confident enough it didn’t matter to him. He turned around and shot the crowd a bird and smiled.

Dennis said that one good turn deserved another. He made the girls turn around. They were still handcuffed so he lifted their skirts up and let them moon their brother on the field. Only the people closest to us could see what they were doing.

I should also mention that they flashed the entire marching band, the football team, and the cheerleaders. It was just for a split second though. I looked up in the stands and saw two other girls (one of whom I knew) flash their tits.

There was literally no repercussions. It was outrageous behavior and had a random pervert or somebody like me whipped their dicks out then you can believe we would probably have had our asses kicked and/or sent to jail.

There were no cops running up to arrest us for what happened. In the 1980s, movies like Blazing Saddles and National Lampoon’s vacation were popular. They had some pretty horny scenes in them. They could never be made today. The sense of humor and sensibilities were a little different.

The girls turned around and Dennis flipped up Rachel’s skirt and Lori’s sweater so that they mooned the football team. “The world can kiss my ass!” Lori yelled.

He just did it for a few seconds but quite a few people noticed. No one seemed upset or even seemed to think that was inappropriate given that we had just won the game. A few other people may have mooned the team just because they saw Brad and his sisters doing it.

We walked out of there together and nobody said a word to us about the flashing at the end or what happened in the bathroom. It was dark and everybody was leaving or talking about what house they were going to go party at. Lori jingled every step of the way as she groaned.

“Can we take the toilet paper out of my ass, pretty, pretty please, with gumdrop titties, big blue butternuts, coconuts, big butts, stinky cunts, whipped cream, whip my fat ass with molasses and place MY cherry on top?” she asked her father.

“WE can, sure. You reach back there and just take it out,” he laughed.

“I am handcuffed, Daddy,” she reminded him. He knew that.

“You could beg Brian, but I don’t think he wants that paper out yet either,” Dennis suggested.

“Is Brian really like in charge of us, or was this just like one of your tests, Daddy?” Rachel finally spoke up. She hadn’t said a word in the last twenty minutes other than echo some cheers for her brother and the team.

“You are his babysitter, Rachel. Don’t you set his bedtime and run his bathwater for him?” Dennis asked teasingly.

“Daddy!”

“I guess we’ll see when we get home. Are you girls ready to run?” he asked. There were no less than two hot girls that stuck their boobs out of windows and flashed, while horns honked and loud music blared in car stereos. The students of Lely had a victory over a long-time rival tonight and they were ready to celebrate.

“Yes, Daddy!” Lori and Rachel began to stretch. “Is Mom coming with us?”

“Anything you smug cunts can do, I can still do better,” Doris assured her daughters without waiting for a response from Dennis. That pleased and amused both Rachel and Lori.

When we got to the jeep, Dennis told me to strip the girls and he would take the Jeep’s top off. “My Jeep goes topless less than Lori does.”

There was still a sea of cars and trucks yet to leave the parking lot. It wasn’t so dark that people couldn’t see if someone was naked or not when they are got up close to them. I had so much adrenaline pumping through my veins from earlier. It seemed like the Wagner family did as well.

I wasn’t sure if he was testing me or not. I decided to just go with it. I started with Lori because I felt the most comfortable with her after the whole ordeal in the bathroom. I pulled her sweater over her head in a single move. It took only a few seconds.

I left Lori standing helplessly with the sweater behind her back, folded up over her wrists. I yanked it a few times, but it wasn’t coming off that way.

A truck honked when they saw Lori’s naked ass, and the guys inside cheered. She shook her ass at them playfully. It was those rednecks from earlier. “Lori fucking Wagner, I LOVE YOU!” one of the rednecks called out as they drove away.

Dennis didn’t realize that I had started just yet. “I am going to need the keys to the handcuffs,” I said.

“No, you are not, I’ll un-cuff them before you let them out,” he turned around and saw his daughter standing in the parking lot. “I didn’t mean right here,” he said. “Get in the jeep, dummy,” he told his daughter. She had a big smirk on her face as she sat in the back with her legs up and her hands behind her back.

“Well, you may as well do the other two but hurry up,” Dennis looked around to get a sense of where the cars were going. We were actually relatively safe. There was a main line of traffic leaving the parking lot looped around the outer perimeter. We were in a row and not close to any particular parking lot light. There was still visibility but from thirty feet away or more, you couldn’t see much. There were a few cars near us, and no one was walking up.

I did Doris next. I unbuttoned the blouse and left it hanging open. Doris blushed and smiled at me. I unzipped the back of her skirt and she stepped out of it. She was wearing some thigh high stockings and an elaborate leather harness around her pussy.

“You didn’t write Brad on your ass?”

“No, we were in a hurry, and I sent the girls down before I was finished dressing,” Doris chuckled. I asked if I should take off the stockings and he told me to leave them.

Doris hopped into the middle hump of the backseat and joined Lori.

It was easy to strip Rachel. She stood there and let me do it too. I removed her mother’s blouse, and then slipped the skirt down. She didn’t say anything once I took her clothes. She stepped into the back of the car and put her legs up on the top of her father’s seat. I buckled myself into the jeep and we drove away.

“It’s fun to ride naked with the top down,” Lori was thrilled. We were leaving the parking lot single file through one gate. Surprisingly no one saw them in the backseat. Rowdy screams and woo-hoos permeated the night air.

John Cougar’s “Hurts so good” came on the radio and the family sang along. I even sang along too and I can’t sing.

“When I was a young boy, Said put away those young boy ways. Now that I’m gettin’ older, so much older, I long for those young boy days with a girl like you!” We sang together. Doris, Lori and Rachel were getting tossed around little in the back as Dennis shifted gears and I paid attention to what he was doing.

“We’ll take a left on Trammel and lose this traffic,” he said. Everyone else was going right because they were heading to US 41. Trammel took us deeper into Naples Manor.

“Just how far do we have to run, Daddy?” Rachel asked.

“Just the length of Sholtz street,” he said. I didn’t know how far that was. He went deep into the heart of Naples Manor. The houses were cheap looking single story concrete brick homes for the most part.

Where I lived, all the houses had the same three floorplans, they all had the same color and Spanish tiles. Each of these houses were completely different. It was an affluent neighborhood where nothing weird or criminal ever seemed to happen.

Naples Manor was the epitome of a trashy neighborhood. It seemed to be a little dangerous, even though no one was walking around.

It was pretty late at night, but I heard Spanish music and celebrations on a Friday night in a few homes. Dennis parked in an isolated spot near a canal and some palm trees. He shut off the engine and headlights and we waited a few minutes. It was quiet.

“You have to put it in neutral before you start it up,” he warned me. I wasn’t sure if that was another metaphor about situational and environmental awareness or a genuine driving tip.

He made the girls get out naked with only their high heels and not much else. They remained handcuffed.

Rachel looked incredibly hot with leather straps around her wrists and one around her neck. I pictured her as a hot warrior princess on the planet Gor.

“Will you hold my glasses, Daddy?” she asked. Dennis took her glasses from her. He told Rachel and Doris to kneel so that he could address Lori first.

He made Lori turn around and bend over to display her ass cheeks before he uncuffed her. I bragged a little about how I tried stuffing toilet paper down her throat, and it disintegrated in the water. Then I used a wet sock.

“Lori didn’t tell you to do any of this?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if he was impressed or concerned -or perhaps both.

“No,”

“Did you choke her?” he asked me to confirm that was true.

“No! I thought about it,” I admitted. I had no idea that was a sexual thing at the time. It had just been so tempting considering. Her neck was so slender and graceful, and I remember thinking that I’d like to grab or kiss her neck really hard.

Lori appeared to doubt that very much. She even said something under her breath like “if you thought about it you would have done it.”

“You know how to choke a woman?” Dennis seemed very interested in finding out. I had never even thought about doing something like that until tonight.

“No, that’s why I didn’t do it.”

“You’ll need practice,” he said. “Lori, kneel down,” he insisted. I felt like he was giving me a lesson in how to be a strangler. It was very macabre. Lori didn’t seem very frightened or nervous. She seemed downright giddy to let her father have at her throat.

Keep in mind, it was after 11 on a Friday night and we were in a really bad section of town. Most of the houses lights were out, but as I said earlier, a few lights were on. Anyone could come driving down the road. We were at the very end next to a canal though. There was still some risk involved.

Lori seemed reluctant, but she did as she was told.

“Just like a manual transmission, you can’t just grab her and throttle her. As much as I would like to do that, you’ve got to work up to that,” Dennis started to choke his daughter and close off her airways. He covered her mouth and nose with one hand. He showed me how to hold her neck and not break her windpipe and stressed never to do this without him present – at least not at first. Then he let me grab her neck and began to restrict her airflow.

Lori convulsed and shook a little. I was basically strangling her. It didn’t feel erotic until she started to gyrate and hump the air. “If you are going to pull her hair, do it like this,” he showed me how to control her head. He jerked her head around and then he slapped her face. He pinched her nose until she ran out of air. Then he uncovered her mouth so that she could gasp and choke. He did that repeatedly. It looked really frustrating and uncomfortable. Lori didn’t resist but she certainly didn’t look like she enjoyed it.

“Does that hurt her?”

“Yeah,” Dennis admitted. I felt guilty about what we were doing. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me, oh my god, I am so fucking horny,” Lori began to beg.

“Where do you want it?”

“Anywhere, Daddy! Please? Pretty, pretty please, with gumdrop titties, big blue butternuts, coconuts, big butts, stinky cunts, whipped cream, whip my fat ass with molasses and place MY cherry on top!” she was begging so hard that I don’t think she would have cared if everyone knew she fucked her dad.

Dennis said he’d fuck her after she swung for judgment not until. “I want you to run to the dumpster behind the 7-11 at the end of this street. If there is anyone back there offer to suck their dick. I’ll come collect you.”

“Yes Daddy! Yes! Yes!” Lori seemed like a cock-craving sex-robot that had just been wound up. She ran off down the street alone toward US 41. It was a long run in high heels. I could see the white ball of toilet paper in her ass well into the distance at least forty feet away, even after I could no long hear her heels pitter-patter on the road.

“That’s predicament bondage,” Dennis explained. He asked the other two which one was next.

“I’ll go! I feel left out. You didn’t play with me,” Doris smiled at me. Dennis had uncuffed her earlier. Rachel didn’t volunteer. She stoically remained on her knees with her hands behind her back.

“Crawl on all fours, whore.” He pointed to a spot on the ground. His wife crawled over to him like a shamed puppy that knew it had just shit on the rug and was going to be in trouble.

“Are you a dog?”

“For you, absolutely.”

“I know you belong to me, but what are you to me? A wife or a dog?”

“RUFF!!!” Doris barked playfully like a hungry puppy. Her electric blue eyes were filled with adoration for her husband.

“Words, I want to hear you say it, Doris!”

“A dog!”

“Do you have any limits?”

“No,” she declared with enthusiasm.

“How depraved are you?”

“I am a filthy animal!”

“Do filthy animals belong in cages?”

“Oh yes!”

“What is your favorite fuck hole?

“My Ass-hole!”

“Do you want me to use that filthy crap hole?”

“Yeah, cum all over me,”

Dennis smacked his wife’s sweet face very hard. It was brutal. I assumed she said something wrong. She smiled though and he slapped her again. He grabbed her hair and pushed her down into the dirt, and then flipped her ass up.

Dennis didn’t wait. He unzipped his pants and let his cock slip into her asshole. He forced it in without any sort of lubrication. I had observed earlier that a woman’s pussy seemed to expand to allow the insertion of a much bigger object than I believed could fit.

I didn’t’ think the same was true for an asshole, because mine didn’t. I could barely wriggle the tip of my finger into it.

Doris’s asshole was so elastic that with just a few strokes, Dennis buried himself balls deep into his wife’s ass and he began to fuck her hard. He smacked her ass and kept her head pushed into the bushes. It was all so brutal and real.

Dennis didn’t take that long to cum. I assumed it was his cum on Rachel and Doris’s face when we got back to our seats after half-time. It may have belonged to someone else altogether, though.

The entire thing was over in probably three minutes. He pulled out and shot it all over her back. She cried out in the mud and begged him to fill her asshole with a hot load. She begged and cried for it, mumbling pretty please.

It was brutal, grueling and incredibly hot. She struggled out of the mud and reached behind her back. She collected some of the cum and licked it off her hands. Then she got down on her knees in the dir.

“Get your whore ass up and catch up to Lori before I punt your cunt down the road!”

Doris smiled at him. She waved goodbye to me and Rachel and ran with all her might down the darkened street into the night air.

“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, what am I going to do with you next?” Dennis pulled up his pants and zipped them.

“Whatever you want, Daddy.”

[EddieDavidson]

“Did Lori ever suck your cock?” Dennis asked. It was an incredibly odd feeling to hear a father be so casual about whether his daughter had just given someone she just met a BJ.

“No.”

“I think Rachel gives better head,” he lifted his daughter’s chin, and she smiled up at us and blushed.

“I try,” Rachel admitted with a bit of a frowny grin.

“I need your help for this one, Brian. We are going to give Rachel the rowboat treatment. Are you up for that?” he held up his meaty fist.

I was up for anything with Rachel!

Rachel was already moving into position on all fours. She placed her palms flat on the sandy pavement and kicked her legs wide. Dennis removed the padlock that was hanging off of her pussy lips with a key.

“I’ll work the rudder, you work the steering wheel,” Dennis indicated his daughter was the sailboat. “When I’ve just shot my load, I’ve still got some tools,” he pushed two fingers into his daughter’s pussy and began to wriggle them to get her wet.

Rachel looked up at me with her brown eyes. She had an adoring expression on her face that made me think she really liked me. She bit her lip a little and asked me to take my dick out. I looked at Dennis to make sure that was okay. He didn’t say anything. He was busy working four fingers into her pussy as she humped and gyrated her hips into his fist.

I unzipped my pants. My dick was hard, and my balls were sore from a full day of walking around hard as a rock. I masturbated so frequently that my Dick really wasn’t used to storing up cum for long periods. I felt hornier than ever with the weight of all that ejaculate in my balls.

I fed her the tip of my dick. I was unsure of what she was going to do. I have to admit that I was afraid she’d bite down. She began to kiss and lick the tip of my dick like she had that huge dildo in her yard. I still didn’t know that she was giving me a “blowjob.”

Her mouth felt great, but awkward. I was so used to my own touch and pace when I masturbated that I wanted to stroke my cock into her mouth. She wouldn’t let me. Instead, she raised up and used her hands to rub her spit all over my dick while slurping.

Rachel groaned in ecstasy. I wanted my babysitter to enjoy this so much. I don’t know if even considered her a babysitter anymore. I wanted her to get something out of what we were doing because I felt so guilty that I was using her face.

I also wanted her to enjoy it (for selfish reasons) because I wanted her to like it enough to do it with me again!

I thought that her moans and coos were simply because she loved the taste of my dick so much. The passionate moans were really caused by her father pushing his entire hand to the wrist into her pussy. I could tell because the more he pushed, the more excited she became.

He began to work his other hand into her asshole. She slobbered all over my dick lovingly but the intensity she was showing me was a direct result of the stimulation she was getting from behind.

“Cum for me, Brian!” she begged as she worked my cock further into her mouth. I felt I should be hitting her tonsils. I was shocked that she took my dick even further.

“Choke her with it and pull her hair,” Dennis insisted.

I didn’t want to be mean to Rachel. She wasn’t like Lori. She hadn’t tried to make me beg and tease me. She was being so generous with her mouth. I only wanted to do something if it gave her pleasure. Lori looked like she didn’t enjoy it when she was being choked.

Dennis kneaded her pussy and asshole with his fists like he was pumping her up in a game of Dig Dug. That was one of my favorite video games. If you can catch a Pooka with an air pump, you can pump them until they explode.

The look in Rachel’s eyes suggested she would explode. A tear began to run down her face. I caught it and wiped it away.

“Oh fuck, fuck me, go on, harder! Harder daddy!”

I was a little jealous that her father was getting her dander up so much. I wanted to get that reaction from her. I pulled her hair lightly, and she didn’t stop me. She seemed distracted by the building orgasmic reaction she was having to being double-fisted.

It dawned on me that despite it being unlikely, it was still very possible for someone to walk upright then and catch us with Rachel.

The concept of humiliation really never appealed to me until that moment. The Wagners had talked about it. They had definitely demonstrated it. I thought it was weird and funny, but I didn’t quite understand why they participated in it.

Why would they want to be the butt of the joke? The girls could be sexy, alluring, vulnerable and charming when they wanted to be. I was still grappling with why they liked to be humiliated at times as well.

However, thinking about what I’d do or say if we were caught really turned me on. I didn’t want to get caught. I could imagine a bunch of tough guys walking up to us. They’d ask us what was going on. Then they’d want to use Rachel after we finished.

They’d act like some guys putting quarters on an arcade machine and calling dibs. We’d watch as the first three guys took turns rowboating her. They would tell their friends and soon dozens of guys would show up. Rachel would be covered in cum and sweat and keep sucking like the Energizer Bunny.

That might happen, or maybe we’d be caught by somebody who was shocked. I imagined that woman that called us out at the Football game when she heard me say cunt. I wondered what she would say if she saw us out here at the end of this street doing something this depraved?

She’d call us perverts and look down her nose at us. I didn’t see that as a problem though. I kind of wanted to shock her. It was a strange start to my life-long awareness that I’d be intrigued by public flashing and acts of humiliation.

All the different reactions that one could have to acting in a way that is contrary to what people would expect in public were starting to turn me on in ways I didn’t even understand.

Rachel’s tender, loving tongue bath of my cock made me associate those feelings with sexual pleasure and I began to instinctively pull her hair the way that Dennis had pulled her sister’s hair. I began to force her head further and further down on my dick.

I didn’t intend to hurt her. I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing anymore. I was just caught up in the zone of action by instinct. Rachel’s throat felt so slick and accommodating like it was meant as a sheathe for a flesh sword to be stabbed down the entire length.

I began to control her head and move it faster and faster. She engulfed my cock with her open mouth and didn’t struggle. She did make me struggle to force her head down on me at an increasingly faster pace.

I jerked off at a pretty rapid pace. It was just my preference to pull myself off by stroking really fast and squeeze my cock at the same time. I made her suck my dick at my preferred pace. She was no longer sucking by the time I reached that point though. I was now effectively just fucking her in the mouth.

Rachel began to make gurgling noises and gagged as if she was going to vomit. I didn’t hear or didn’t care. The “gurk, gurk, gurk, (gasp), gurk, gurk,” from her throat was turning me on. I knew I shouldn’t enjoy it but I did.

At the same time, snot and mucous from her nose seemed to be draining into her throat and replacing the saliva. It was milky like cum and felt warm around my cock.

I no longer paid attention to Dennis and what he was doing to his daughter’s ass and pussy. I didn’t pay attention to Rachel’s pretty face either. I lost myself in a little world of ecstasy and face-fucked her for my pleasure without concern for hers.

I know it sounds selfish. I didn’t think about it though. When I finally started to spurt my load, I realized that she was vomiting milky fluid down her chin and coughing and hacking. Rachel’s mascara was running and she looked miserable.

“Good job,” Dennis reached out to me to give me a high five. His hand was dripping with her daughter’s juices. His other hand smacked her ass hard. Rachel shivered while she gasped for air. She looked terrified and betrayed.

I felt so guilty for what I had done. I had made her throw up and Rachel looked so happy. Her chest heaved from exhaustion and sweat beads were forming on her forehead.

“My cunt is on fire,” she groaned in anguish.

“You’ll get over it! You heal fast,” he smacked her ass hard and her body shifted under the weight of his strike. Her ass didn’t just jiggle when he spanked her.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she answered demurely, and stuck her ass up again so that he could hit it one more time. Her chin was still coated white from snot and mucus. “And you? What was that?” she asked.

I was about to apologize when she opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue to show me a puddle of cum. The expression on her face changed instantly to suggest she considered it a prize. “That was great! The way you fucked my face! That was savage!”

I was beside myself.

Dennis helped his daughter to her feet, while she wiped her face with her arm. She didn’t spit out my cum so I assumed she swallowed it soon after she showed it to me. He smacked her on the ass and told her would meet her down at the 7-11.

“I know, I know, Daddy,” she rubbed her sore ass with her hands and began to jog forward. “There won’t be anyone to offer a BJ to by the time I get there after mom and Lori get done with them.”

“Haul ass! If you aren’t at the dumpster by the time I get there, your ass is walking home!”

“Ooh, streaking all the way to Lakewood? That sounds exciting!” she cooed and ran backwards. Her pretty little tits shook as she faced us and jogged backward.

“Then you’ll miss judgment!”

She turned around and ran faster toward her destination without comment.

“What is judgment?” I asked.

“You’ll see when you get there. I think if I tell you about it now, you’ll just freak out,” Dennis said. That only made me more curious and intrigued.

I dusted myself off, zipped my pants, and got back in the jeep.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I froze in panic. I instantly imagined he was going to make ME run to the 7-11 in the nude so that I could “understand the elephant as a blind man” or something.

“Wrong seat,” he tossed me the keys to his prize jeep and got in the passenger side.

“I get to drive?”

“No, I was going to drive from the passenger seat. Do you think you can handle it? Or are you drunk on Rachel’s blowjob?”

“That was a blowjob?” I asked as I tried to figure out where the clutch was and looked around at the mirrors and gauges to get a feel for where everything was. Dennis had taught me to drive a stick verbally but sitting in the driver’s seat for the first time was overwhelming.

“Ha-ha, yeah! More like a face fucking! I didn’t think you had it in you.”

I thought blowjobs involved blowing on my cock. I also thought I made Rachel sick. “Why did she throw up at the end?”

“You hit her gag reflex. She can take a lot of dick. The combination of getting double-fisted and face fucked through her off her game. She looked star struck at the end. I’ve never seen her so dumb-struck. There is nothing like making a young girl choke on your dick. Old whores know how to suck a dick right, but there is nothing like using a little cock-sleeve until she cries.”

Dennis seemed impressed with me. I didn’t know what the word sadist was but he was certainly that.

“I didn’t want to make her throw up. I wanted her to enjoy it too,” I said as I fumbled around with the keys.

“That’s how she enjoys it. If you had been gentle and nice, she would have hummed sweetly on your pecker until you came. She isn’t selfish at all. She’ll suck you how you want to suck. You gave her a real thrill. Do you remember Lori telling you about how she loves to be terrified of horror movies?” he asked. He showed me the right key to use and helped me figure out which way to turn it to start the car up.

““Yeah,” I said. I felt a sudden surge of the engine and all this power when the jeep started up for me.

“Rachel probably loves horror movies the most. The girls may have looked like they didn’t care they were running through Naples Manor naked. That’s because they’ve done it plenty of times. They were scared shitless they have to streak through this neighborhood. Every person out walking their dog, or taking their trash out tonight could potentially catch them. They might find a bush or a car to hide behind. They can’t just slip on a pair of shorts they brought with them to put back on. They have nothing. They can’t cover themselves. They would be busted.”

I nodded.

“They know they have to run all the way to the 7-11. It’s Friday night after a football game. That 7-11 is going to have at least a few customers. They have to hide behind a smelly old dumpster. I know for a fact there is some drunken hobos that live out there. They know I will ASK those men if my wife and daughters offered to suck their cocks and there will be hell to pay if they don’t. They are going to be humiliated asking some dirty, disgusting guy who hasn’t showered for weeks if they can slob his knob. They won’t know when we are going to arrive. The unknown can be terrifying too! They will have to hide until we show up. It’s like a wild ride or an adventure to them. Turn right up here,” he said.

“What?” I realized that I was driving. I wasn’t thinking about it at all. I had started the car, managed to get it into gear. Engaged the headlights, and I was driving the car. I wasn’t thinking about it. I was just following the instructions that he had given me all night while he was talking about other things.

“The girls are down at the end of THIS street though?” I asked why he wanted me to turn when we needed to go straight to pick them up.

“Yeah, but we are in a jeep, and we can get there faster. I want them to sweat. I let everybody know that judgment wouldn’t be until after midnight so we have plenty of time.”

Who was EVERYBODY? What WAS judgment?

Dennis showed me things as I drove. I don’t want you to think I was just this idiot-savant that drove without any real understanding. He showed me how to maintain my speed and engage the cruise control. He showed me how to use my blinker when I turned right. There wasn’t anybody on the road but it was good to learn the right way.

“Has anyone ever caught them outside naked?” I asked.

“Yeah, plenty of times.”

“What happens?”

“Well, it all depends. They aren’t in any real danger though. If there was a rapist out there looking to abduct pretty young things, he wouldn’t be cruising around for naked girls running through Naples Manor. He’d be in some isolated parking lot looking for lone vulnerable women he can lure over.

That made sense. I still worried about them some.

“They may get yelled at by some prude. They may get whistled at by some pervert. Someone might yell obscenities at them or call the cops. The girls will be gone by the time the cops come. If the cops manage to catch them. I am not too worried about that either. They’d offer some ass to the good-old-boy cops around here and if they end up in the pokey, they can always call me and I’ll bail them out. I’ve got an answering machine at home. I’ll always come for my girls. Their safety is paramount, Brian. I am an asshole, not a fool.”

“It isn’t weird to you that you fuck your daughter?” I changed the subject.

There was a long period of silence in the jeep while I drove. I assumed I offended Dennis.

“It was at first. Lori was the first one of my daughters to be interested in the things her mom was. We never made a secret that we have a pretty open relationship, and we lead an alternative lifestyle.”

I had no idea what an open relationship or alternative lifestyle meant. I didn’t ask.

“Lori was always a very attractive girl and precocious girl. She developed early. When I told her that she couldn’t play with us, she didn’t have any problem finding neighbors, bus drivers, boys and men of all ages that were willing to get some duct tape and rope and tie her up.

He gave me another word puzzle to consider. “Do you know who the most experienced swordsman in the world fears practicing with?”

“The second most experienced swordsman?” I guessed.

“Good answer, but no. He fears the LEAST experienced swordsman. The one who doesn’t know what he is doing. He is going to get them both hurt. I am not just teaching you things because I am a nice guy. I want you to understand that there is a right way and a wrong way to do things. You could have drowned Lori tonight, and I am thankful you didn’t.”

I felt a little guilty about doing that all of a sudden. I didn’t even think about repercussions. She had LET me do it to her.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t worry, I am not mad. I didn’t think you’d do anything that wild. You look harmless and so did some of those other men that she was with back then. She didn’t care about the risks because she liked being terrified. I realized that I had two choices. I could either learn to live with the risks of her eventually making a deadly choice or teach her the right way.”

That was logical.

“At first, I put some limits and big boundaries in place. Just like I am teaching you some things, I started her in neutral and didn’t let her get on the road. I had to teach her for her own safety. The problem with Lori was she wanted to be in fourth gear and had already been racing. My daughter had been experimenting with Brad for years right under my nose. He was all too happy to accommodate his big sister! He’s always been eager to please,” Dennis explained.

That made sense. I was pretty envious of Brad – most of all for his incredible confidence.

“Lori quickly found ways to prove to me that she could chew up and swallow anything I could throw at her. She taught me some things too. The best Master learns how to listen and learn from his sub.”

I had no idea what Master and sub meant either.

“I’ve never been into speech protocols, like making the submissive learn to say please and thank you and be polite.”

I didn’t see what was wrong with politeness. I listened and didn’t interrupt. I wanted you to learn. This one time in my young life when I thought it better to listen and learn rather than open my mouth.

“Lori made it fun to include those little milky-milky, co-pops expressions into the training and so it just became a part of what we do. I don’t really remember asking Rachel if she wanted to do it with us. She just started one day. I had only installed two cages in the den and so I made them learn to share. At first, Rachel and Lori could fit into the same cage. Eventually, they had to alternate. Turn left up here,”

We were at U.S 41. It was a four-lane highway and the main traffic artery that ran through Naples. If you wanted to get ANYWHERE in Naples it probably involved taking U.S. 41. It was dark and late and there were no cars on the road. I have to admit that I was a little frightened to be driving on that road.

My parents wouldn’t have let me cross it by myself, much less drive across it. I was so excited and proud of myself. I didn’t want to disappoint Dennis by telling him I wasn’t ready.

“Hold on Champion,” he explained that I was about to head the wrong way down the highway. “You have to cross on to the right. You always want to be in the right lane no matter which way you are facing.”

“We don’t live like this all the time. I know you want to believe that I give them orders from on high and they obey me unquestionably,” he said. “I’d love it if that were the case, and if I were independently wealthy, I’d buy myself a castle out in the swamp and live there with them as my pets for the rest of our happy lives.”

I had my eyes on the road, and my hands at 10-2 on the steering wheel while looking both ways at all times. I couldn’t take my eyes away to even look over at him to nod.

“My kids have their own lives though. They need to find their own way and so for now, we play like this one weekend out of every month. The rest of the time we mow lawns, barbecue, wash clothes, pay bills. All the boring shit that everybody has to do. My wife bitches and complains and spends too much money. My kids don’t always listen to me and get in trouble. One weekend out of the month we stop being normal and do this. Is that really so bad?”

“Not at all,” I have to admit, it was fucking cool!

“So yes, I fuck my daughters but that wasn’t the reason we started any of this and it is just during the one weekend.”

“Does Brad fuck them too?” I was so jealous of Brad and it was pretty obvious.

He chuckled at the very thought. “No, Brad doesn’t fuck his sisters.”

I assumed he probably had so many girls throwing themselves at him he didn’t feel the need.

“And before you ask, he doesn’t fuck his mom either. My son kind of marches to his own schedule now. He doesn’t really abide by the family weekends, and he hasn’t for a while. He will show up when he shows up and do what he does. I have learned to live with that. The best thing you can do if you want to grow up to be a Dominant is to learn when not to try to control things and just let it be if it is working.”

“Is a Dominant the same thing as a Master?” I didn’t follow all of the terms he used, but I was smart enough to see that they might be related terms.

He laughed and said that was an excellent question. He pointed at the 7-11 and told me to turn there. I engaged the blinker and slowed as I merged into the turning lane. “Women can be dominants too,” he said.

We pulled into the 7-11. He didn’t immediately go behind the building. I thought he’d want to check on them right away. He took his time and bought a single can of beer and several bottles of water. We walked around behind the building.

There was a gray-bearded homeless man squatting behind a foul-smelling dumpster. The smell of sour beer and refuse permeated the air. All of this man’s world possessions appeared to be in a backpack nearby. He was laying up against it.

“I smell Lori’s ass, where are you at?” he implied the dumpster smell was coming from her bottom. I didn’t have the same perception of girl’s asses as stinky. Even though I had seen them fart and shit out in the open, it seemed sexier to me now than ever before.

The girls emerged from the tree lines where they had been squatting out of sight. “Excuse me, did they offer to suck your dick?” he asked the man.

The man-made an OK symbol with his fingers and relaxed with a smile on his face.

“Good work, you earned a drink,” Dennis told the girls. After all that effort I would have expected them to appear grateful. They groaned. I think they knew what he expected next.

The man asked for a drink. Dennis flipped him a few few dollars and told him to get himself a cold one.

He made the girls kneel and stick their asses up in the air. Then he uncapped two bottles of water and made Doris and Lori hold them while they let the water flow into their assholes. He did the same thing to Rachel.

The homeless man didn’t seem entirely freaked out by the sight of three, sweaty naked women performing this humiliating act. He let about half of the bottle go up their asses before putting them on their knees and pouring it down their throats while they looked up. He didn’t give them a moment to catch their breath. Dennis expected them not to spill a drop as they chugged the water.

“Gross, that’s been up your ass,” was the only comment the homeless man made before rolling up a joint and smoking it. I’d never seen marijuana and didn’t even know that was what he was smoking.

I had grown up with D.A.R.E propaganda created by law enforcement. They instilled in me the mistaken belief that your brain would be scrambled like an egg if you even puffed a joint one time. I assumed it was so harmful and so criminal that no one would have the audacity to ever smoke one in public. Once I realized that this guy really WAS smoking pot, I expected the law to raid the place at any moment, but no one came, and no one cared – not even the Wagners.

Dennis loaded them into the jeep completely naked and let them keep their feet up while we rode him with the top-down listening to Jessie’s girl and singing along to the radio. He drove and they probably had no idea that I had even driven the jeep. I was so proud of myself that I wanted to boast about it but I didn’t. I just kept singing to the radio with the Wagners and smiling from ear to ear- this was quite literally and without any question the best day of my entire little life.

It was fantastic. I kept looking back at Rachel and smiling. She looked straight ahead as if what had happened between us hadn’t happened at all.

It was a little puzzling to me – another mixed message? At the time, I didn’t know that since the dawn of time, teenage girls her age have been sending mixed messages to boys my age because their own brains are sending THEM mixed messages.

Are they girls? Are they women? They don’t like toys anymore. Are they sluts? Society is telling them to say no and keep their clothes on, boys are telling them to say yes and take their clothes off. They want boys to like them, and their hormones and curiosity is telling them to experiment, but they don’t want to get pregnant. There are so many mixed signals in their own heads they can’t help but be confusing.

The problem is nobody told me that. The only signal in my head was being provided by my dick and it wanted more of Rachel.

When we got to their housing community, Dennis said that they still had some time before judgment. They lived in a community called Lakewood. It wasn’t gated, and it wasn’t the wealthiest community in Naples, but it was definitely upper class. He kicked them out of the jeep and made them run home about a block in the nude.

The difference now is it was their neighbors and people they may run into around their community that might catch them naked. When we arrived at the Wagner’s house, there were already two cars there. Dennis greeted the men and invited them inside. He introduced me as Brian but didn’t explain why I was there.

The girls arrived a few minutes later. Dennis made them wait on the doorstep before he let them in. He made them wait at least a full two minutes. Anyone could have been walking or driving by their house and couldn’t have missed the sight of three naked butts on the patio from the road.

“Who is it?”

“It’s us, Daddy!”

“Who?”

“Your sluts!”

“Oh, what’s the password?”

“Stinky pinky has a fat ass, Please let Stinky Pinky pass! if I beg, if I plead, if I crawl, will you lead?” Lori begged.

When he opened the door, Lori’s eyes were bright and shiny, with excitement to finally be permitted in. She had been standing on her own front door in the nude waiting and rather than be frightened or nervous, she looked happy that her daddy gave her permission to come inside.

It was surreal. Lori could be snarky and sassy at times, but there were times like that the she looked like a dutiful puppy dog that was overjoyed to please and get patted on the head.

She was on her hands and knees waiting and wiggling her ass. Rachel and Doris were sitting up and begging like eager puppies with their tongues wagging. He patted all three of them on the head and called them good little bitches as they eagerly filed into the house one by one.

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The way they humiliated themselves by fully acting like dogs. I assumed that empty doghouse in their back yard was for them! I would have loved to see all three of the Wagner women barking and panting chained up to it!!

Their Friday night was really just beginning! I already felt like I had gone all the way around the world once in a single night! I was going to discover what “judgment” was all about.

[mars357]

This is very hot.

An interesting take on a coming of age story. Learning to be a Dom... I love the dynamics. Glad Brian finally got his cock wet

Really enjoyed the bits where he both defied and exceeded expectations such as in the toilet with Lori or fucking Rachel's face.

Thank you for writing and sharing this!

[EddieDavidson]

Thank you! I am just going to share one story at a time, as I don't want to be an excessive poster and annoy anyone.

for now that will be "Nude Rules".

However, if you are interested in how this ends, it picks up here:

https://storiesonline.net/s/26845/keepi ... in-line/16

It gets pretty wild at this party. This is a free site, no subscription required, there are 55 chapters, and I don't hide anything behind a paywall. It's not "my" site, it has a ton of authors. Until I discovered this forum, I only ever posted there, so all my stuff is there.


I am just excited to share my stories here because I love this community and I got a little carried away and started posting several at once without realizing I may be bumping new stories from the top.