The Girls Just Want to Have Fun at the birthday pool party

[Jeepman89]

Great chapter! What will the girls actually expect him to do I wonder?

[NudeBaG]

Absolutely loving this!
The ages are perfect!
I hope they’ll be impressed/transfixed with what they find in his trunks!
He can be embarrassed and admired at the same time!
This is SO hot!

[steam train]

Enjoying this story very much!

[NudeBaG]

Please continue this soon!
The anticipation is killing me!

[Sleepy Slobber]

PART 3

The girls forced him out of the pool with gentle yet firm hands and teasing nudges, their eyes never leaving the precarious situation of his trunks as he tried to keep them from falling down. They guided him towards the flagpole standing proudly at the edge of the lawn, their giggles and whispers following him like a chorus of nymphs.

His eyes searched for Anna, hoping she would intervene, but she only watched with a nervous smile, the power of the moment not lost on her as her friends led him like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Hold still," one of the girls ordered with a mean tone. Michael squirmed, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as they began to tie him to the flagpole with his hands behind his back. With a sense of dread, he felt the rough rope against his wrists as they bound them tightly around the flagpole. He meekly resisted, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, but the girls were too strong, too eager to see him humiliated. He tried to protest, but his voice was lost in a cacophony of frenzied preteen girls.

As the knots tightened and his arms were secured, the crowd of young girls clapped and jumped around him in a victory dance, their blooming bodies bouncing with excitement, a collective cheer with the satisfaction of huntresses who had captured their prey.

Mrs. Swinerton watched from the patio with a knowing smile, sipping her drink and enjoying the show. Her eyes glittered with amusement as she took in the scene, her mind racing with thoughts of what might come next. She knew that this was a moment they would never forget, a moment that would live on in whispers and secret smiles in the school hallways for years to come.

"You're not going anywhere," Nancy said, her voice thick with arrogance. She stepped forward to admire his body with a voracity that made Michael's stomach turn. He knew he was in trouble. With a smug grin, she reached out and began to caress his chest, her small hands moving over his skin with surprising confidence. The other girls watched, their eyes wide with amazement and envy at Nancy's audacity. Michael's heart hammered in his chest, his face a mask of mortification. He had never been touched by a girl before, let alone in such a public and humiliating way.

The giggles grew louder, the whispers more intense, as the girls stared at the sight before them. It was like watching a cat play with a trapped mouse, their eyes glinting with excitement and a hint of sadism.

"What are you doing?" Michael squeaked, his eyes wide with horror.

Nancy's grin grew wider as she trailed her hand lower and traced the line of his abs with her fingers, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "You're our captive," she said, her voice dripping with the thrill of power, her breath hot on his cheek. "We can do whatever we want to you."

Her words sent a jolt of fear through Michael, he squirmed as he tried to pull away from her touch and realized with horror that his trunks were slipping down. The more he moved, the more his swimsuit struggled to reveal his most private parts to the eager audience. The girls watched with malicious glee the slow descent of the trunks.

Mrs. Swinerton leaned against the patio railing, watching the spectacle with a smug smile. In her slightly intoxicated state, she couldn't help but feel a sense of perverse pride in the young girls. It wasn't every day that they got to turn the tables on the boys,the way they were teasing and humiliating him was a kind of rebellion, a declaration of their burgeoning sexuality and independence, and she knew it was something they would cherish for the rest of their lives. She took a long, slow sip of her drink, wishing the girls would just strip bare the shy little boy.

Nancy's hand slithered down Michael's thigh, her fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of his trunks, moving closer and closer to the danger zone of his groin. Michael's breath grew shallow and quick, his eyes darting around the circle of giggling girls. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was their captive, a toy to be played with and teased at their whim.

"You know," Nancy said, her voice dripping with mischief, "We could totally strip you naked right now if we wanted and you couldn't do anything to stop us." The other girls gasped and giggled at the audacity of her words. Anna's eyes grew wide with excitement, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. They had seen the way his trunks had slipped, partially revealing his penis, and the thought of seeing it all, fully exposed, was too tempting. Michael felt his heart drop to his stomach as the reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks.

Tears began to well up in his eyes as he squirmed in his binds, desperation painting a clear picture on his face. He didn't want this, not in front of Anna, not like this. "N-no," he stuttered, his voice quivering with fear and embarrassment. "P-please, don't do this to me." But Nancy was not swayed by his pleas. She was enjoying the power she had over him, the thrill of knowing she could do anything she wanted and he was powerless to stop her.

The girls looked at each other, their eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was new territory for them all, a chance to explore the mysterious world of the opposite sex. Nancy stepped closer, her eyes glinted with a mix of lust and malice. "I bet none of you have ever seen a boy naked before," she announced to the enthusiastic crowd, her voice dripping with the sweetness of temptation. "Well, now's your chance," she said, turning back to Michael with a smug smile. "But it should be the birthday girl who gets to do the honors." The giggles grew louder, turning into shrieks of excitement as the reality of what she was suggesting sank in. Michael's heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. This couldn't be happening.

Anna stepped forward, her eyes locked with Michael's. She knelt down in front of him, her knees digging into the cool grass. She placed her hands on his waist, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of his trunks as she tugged gently. Michael felt like he was going to pass out, his eyes pleading for her to stop, but Anna just smiled, her green eyes lit up with excitement. Michael's eyes went wide with horror. This was it. This was the moment he had feared.

The other girls leaned in, their faces a mix of anticipation and glee. "Do it, Anna!" they chanted, their high-pitched voices rising in a crescendo of pre-adolescent hormones and lust. "Pull them down!" Anna giggled, her own cheeks flushed with the power she held in her hands. She glanced at the other girls, their faces a mirror of her own excitement. This was a moment they would remember for the rest of their lives.

The air grew thick with tension as Anna's hands started tugging the trunks down. The young girls held their breath, their eyes glued to the spot where the fabric met his flesh.

Mrs. Swinerton's heart fluttered with a perverse sense of pride. It was her own daughter, the apple of her eye, who was about to expose the hidden treasure of this sweet, shy boy. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated female triumph, and she reveled in it, her cheeks flushing and her breath coming in shallow gasps. She took another sip of her drink, the alcohol warming her blood as she anticipated the moment her daughter would reveal the boy's most intimate secret to the eager crowd.

"Happy birthday to me," Anna sang, her voice a little too cheerful for the situation. With a slow motion, inch by torturous inch, she pulled the trunks down, revealing Michael's penis standing at half-mast to the crowd of pre-teens. The girls gasped in unison, their eyes fixed to the lascivious spectacle unfolded before them. Some giggled, some stared in amazement, some squealed and clapped and others looked away, blushing deeply. They had a tantalizing brief peek of it earlier, but now it was out there, in full view, for all to see. Anna stared at it with a mix of fascination and joy.

Michael's eyes filled with tears, his breathing ragged as he struggled against the ropes. The humiliation was complete, his reputation in tatters before it had even had a chance to form. He was the boy who had been stripped naked and displayed at a pool party, the boy who had been abused by the girls he had hoped to impress. The tears spilled over, tracing hot paths down his cheeks. His eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the sight of his classmates feasting on his nakedness. He had never felt more vulnerable, more exposed in his entire life. His heart was racing, his chest heaving with each desperate breath he took. He wanted to scream, to beg them to stop, but the words remained trapped in his throat, choked by the weight of his embarrassment.

Nancy's eyes were transfixed on Michael's penis, her pupils dilating with excitement. It was her first real-life view of a boy's private parts, and she couldn't believe she was getting to see it. The way it bobbed slightly as he squirmed made her feel a warmth spread through her body. The sight was mesmerizing, and she felt a thrill of rebellion surge through her. She was the top student, the one who always played by the rules, the one who never stepped out of line. But here she was, looking at Michael's penis, breaking down the barriers of gender roles and societal norms that had been thrust upon her from such a young age. It was liberating, exhilarating, a silent protest against the patriarchal system that had taught her to be a certain way. She felt powerful, like she was reclaiming a piece of herself she didn't even know she had lost.

A raw, primal need, barely contained, pulsed within Mrs. Swinerton as she watched. She had always been drawn to young, innocent boys like Michael, and seeing him so vulnerable and exposed was a heady cocktail of lust and power. Her breath grew ragged as she took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving the prize. She felt a sudden, intense wetness between her legs as the trunks were pulled down, a testament to the power of the moment. Her own hand slipped down her body, her fingers finding their way under the fabric of her bikini bottoms. She could see the fear and embarrassment on his face, and it only made her want him more. She knew that she had to have him, that she had to be the one to claim him fully.

Michael raised his knee in a desperate attempt to shield his genitals from the eager eyes of his captors, the action coming from a place of instinctual modesty. But Nancy was having none of it, she slapped him across the face with surprising force. "You're our captive," she hissed, her voice filled with a mix of ferocity and disdain. "You don't get to be shy now. You're here for our amusement." The sting of the slap brought Michael back to reality, and he realized the depth of his predicament. He had to submit to their whims, or face the wrath of their collective animosity and the potential loss of any shred of dignity he had left. He lowered his leg, and shutted his eyes, with tears tracing the path of his cheeks. The girls giggled, the slap a reminder of the power they now wielded over him.

And then, he felt it. The soft, warm breath of Anna on his penis. His eyes snapped open in shock, his heart stuttering in his chest. She was kneeling before him, her eyes locked on his most intimate part, a look of awe and curiosity on her face. He couldn't believe it. The girl he had liked for so long, the girl he had hoped to impress, was now the one causing him the most profound embarrassment he had ever felt. And yet, despite the fear, despite the humiliation, his body responded to the caressing heat of her breath. His penis grew stiff, swelling with blood, becoming fully erect under her gaze.

The girls' reactions grew more intense as his dick got hard. They gasped and squealed, their shrieks of laughter and excitement turning into something else, something deeper and more feral, others giggled uncontrollably, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. Some were too shy to look directly at it, their gazes darting away, but they couldn't resist the urge to peek back, their cheeks flushing with the thrill of the forbidden while the bolder ones stared unabashedly. It was a moment of pure, unbridled female power, a moment that would be etched into their memories for the rest of their lives. They pointed, they laughed, they whispered, each one of them feeling the thrill of being part of a secret club who had seen something that was forbidden.

Nancy, feeling the heat of the moment, turned to Anna and said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Go on, touch it. You're the birthday girl. You get to do whatever you want." The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their meaning. Anna's eyes widened in shock, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. She looked up at Michael, whose eyes were squeezed shut in mortification, his whole body trembling. She wanted to, she really did. It was the ultimate act of rebellion, the ultimate way to assert her dominance over a boy.

The crowd of girls grew quieter, their breaths held in anticipation. Anna licked her lips, her heart racing as she tentatively reached out a trembling hand. Michael's eyes met hers, a silent plea for mercy, his face a mask of despair and embarrassment, but she was beyond caring. This was a moment of triumph, of crossing a line that would never be uncrossed.

Her fingertips grazed the base of his penis, the warmth radiating from it making her own body tingle. A collective gasp filled the air as she poked it lightly. It twitched, reacting to the unfamiliar touch, and the girls' eyes grew wider still. The sight of his penis moving of its own accord under Anna's touch was too much for some of them, and they squealed with delight, while others looked away, their cheeks flaming with embarrassment. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered pre-adolescent curiosity and power, and Anna reveled in it.

Anna slid her hand down and cupped Michael's testicles in her small hand, rolling them gently between her fingers. The sensation was strange, but also oddly fascinating. The way they felt, the way they moved, it was all new to her. Michael's whole body tensed, his breathing shallow and erratic as he tried to process the situation. He couldn't believe it. His crush, the girl he had admired from afar, was now holding him in her hand, he could feel the heat of her palm playing with his most sensitive parts.

The other girls watched with a mix of jealousy and excitement. They hadn't been expecting this, but now that it was happening, they didn't want to miss out. One by one, they began to step forward, their eyes burning with lasciviousness as they reached out to touch him. Hands slid over his chest, his stomach, his thighs, his buttocks, and finally, their fingers danced around his penis and testicles.

They giggled and squealed, their touches tentative at first, but growing bolder as they realized he was powerless to stop them. It was like a dam had broken, and the flood of their youthful impudence washed over him in a torrent of fondling, a intense wave of panic surged through him. His mind raced, desperate to break free from the suffocating sensation, but there was no escape from the eager hands of his schoolmates. He squirmed against his bonds, but it was a futile struggle. Each caress was a new form of torture for Michael, who was now openly crying, his body rigid with humiliation. They were like a pack of ravenous hyena's, tearing apart their prey, each eager to get their share of the spoils.

It was in this moment of peak vulnerability that Mrs. Swinerton suddenly emerged, her voice cutting through the playful chaos of hysterical pre-adolescent debauchery, sharp and authoritative. "Girls, that's enough!" she roared, her eyes glazed with a mix of alcohol and desire. She stumbled over to the flagpole, pushing the giggling girls aside. She leaned in close, her ragged breath hot against his ear. "You're such a naughty boy," she murmured, her voice thick with lust, she was fighting the urge to kiss him, to claim him in a moment of pure dominance. She began to untie the ropes that held him to the flagpole, her hands trembling with anticipation. Her eyes never left his crotch, her gaze hungry and unapologetic.

Saliva pooled in the corner of her mouth, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she worked at the knots. The desire to reach out and touch him was almost too much to bear. She could feel the heat of his arousal from where she stood, and it was driving her mad with desire. Michael's body was a canvas of fear and embarrassment, but she saw only the beauty of his youthful innocence, the tempting fruit that was ripe for the picking. Her breasts brushed against his bare chest, sending shivers down his spine as she undid the last knot, and she couldn't resist the urge to give his erect penis a gentle squeeze before he was fully released.

The girls were in disbelief as Mrs. Swinerton stepped in, realizing that their playtime with Michael was over, couldn't hide their disappointment. They had enjoyed their moment of power over him, the thrill of his embarrassment, the excitement of having him naked and helpless before them. But now, as Mrs. Swinerton claimed him, they were left feeling like they had lost their newfound toy, like the fun had been snatched away from them just as it was beginning. They watched with a mix of anger and frustration as he was freed from the ropes, their own curiosity still unfulfilled.

"Hey, Mrs. Swinerton, that's not fair," Nancy complained, her voice a whine of protest. "We weren't done with him yet!". But the look in Mrs. Swinerton's eyes silenced her. It was a look that said she was in charge now, a look that told the girls that Michael was now hers to do with as she pleased. "This is my house, and my rules," she said, her voice low and firm.

The girls yielded, their eyes still on Michael as he tried to cover his nakedness with trembling hands in a futile attempt to regain some semblance of dignity.They had wanted to continue their game, to explore and humiliate Michael further, but they knew better than to argue with Mrs. Swinerton, especially when she had that look in her eye. They had enjoyed their power play, the thrill of seeing Michael naked, the shy, quiet boy from school, so utterly at their mercy, at his most vulnerable, their own hands had touched his most private parts, and he had been powerless to stop them. His face was a picture of misery, his eyes red and swollen from crying.

Mrs. Swinerton took Michael by the arm and led him towards the house, away from the group of schoolgirls, her grip tight and firm. "You're coming with me," she murmured in his ear, her breath hot and heavy with desire. She enjoyed the feeling of power she had over him, the way his eyes were fixed to the ground, unable to meet hers. He was a young buck caught in the claws of a mighty lioness, and she was craving a feast.

[Sleepy Slobber]

I leave it kind of open ending, maybe she takes his virginity or jacks him off or maybe ties him up on Anna bedroom so there will be a surprise for the girls when the pajamas party begins or maybe she just gives him back his clothes and lets him go, you decide.

[TeenFan]

I leave it kind of open ending, maybe she takes his virginity or jacks him off or maybe ties him up on Anna bedroom so there will be a surprise for the girls when the pajamas party begins or maybe she just gives him back his clothes and lets him go, you decide.

I don't want the mom to let Michael go that easily. I also don't think it to be appropriate to tie him up and then ride him (take virginity).
Other than vetoing those two choices...I just want to be surprised.

[NudeBaG]

I say tie him up and let the girls have fun

[Jeepman89]

Question: Was his bathing suit taken off him completely leaving him totally bare naked or just pulled down.. I always like to visualize what's going on in all the stories.

[Trundle]

Exceptionally well written again.

Wow, just an amazing update. I understand the benefits of an open ending in that it's up to the reader to decide what happens next but I would have loved to have something more definitive. I'd love to have more updates to this story.

If it is the end though, congrats on a brilliantly written story. I really hope you do more on this site, this was great.