The Family Feud III

Chapter Twenty-Two
“Jamie's E-Journal Entry Four”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1

The following is excerpted from Jamie Taylor’s E-Journal account of a typical day in her life. It is presented to you with slide edits for readability of dialogue without change in context. This account is Jamie’s perspective of events that took place on the Friday of her first week of training. This excerpt begins shortly after the first blowjob she has ever given anyone. She is in the media center of her school library.

Talk about “Egg on your face”. It wasn't egg, it was baby batter. There wasn't a lot, most of it had been pumped down my throat and was sitting in my tummy. The boy juice on my chin, the red-handed way I had been caught doing my dirty deeds. It should have terrified me. It did. It also stimulated me.

I had this adrenalin rush kick in, that I cannot quite explain. I looked up at the two boys who were behind me, catching them in my peripheral vision at first before turning my head to face one of them.

“How long have you been watching us, Sir?” I already knew the answer. I suppose I am an eternal optimist that I might have expected to hear “Not long at all, why? Did you drop a contact lens?”

“Long enough to watch you gobble Sheldon's cock.” The first boy giggled as he said “gobble”.

The second boy, sounding more sinister added, “and wait our turn.”

“That was just to get my phone back, Sir.” my tone apologetic as I began to stand. I had sucked one dick. That was enough of an education for today. I would be processing these feelings I had for some time to come.

“You mean this phone?” The first boy waved my phone as if it were a prize.

I glared at Sheldon, sir or no sir I wanted an explanation. “You said you would give me back my phone, Sir?”

He sheepishly held his hands up, he was done. The blow job had cleaned him out of any dirty thoughts or cynical criticism. He just wanted silence and no conflict. I had seen that look on Chris and Dad's face before. “I was going to get it back from them.” He explained more like how I would imagine Kermit the Weasel would sound (if he was a weasel and not a frog).

“Our dicks aren't good enough for you?” The second boy asked challenging me, while tapping his groin.

I had been so foolish. I hadn't asked to see the phone. I had hungrily agreed to the BJ without really understanding that not everyone keeps their word. That not everyone plays fair. “Let me hold the phone and I will suck you both, okay?” I pleaded.

“Good little cock sucker.” The first boy said with a tinge of sarcasm thrown into his patronizing compliment.

“I don't think you should hold the phone, until you suck one of us first.” the second boy added, with the assumption he would be the next to go in my mouth.

“I could tell. I could tell someone you are making me do this!” I pouted. In retrospect, the threat didn’t seem all that believable to even me.

“You could. We aren't making you, though. We watched you suck a boy's dick, and asked you to suck ours. That is our story. What is yours going to be? That Sheldon who weighs 100lbs soaking wet held you down and had his way with you?” They both laughed at that mental image. I had to admit, that wasn't a very likely story.

If I hadn’t spent a week looking at things from an entirely different perspective and undergoing all these changes, I probably would have kneed them in the groin or just walked out. Then again, I wouldn’t even have been there doing these things if I was my old me.

I wanted to play the “But I am a Cheerleader” card. You know, say “Don't you know who I am? I am Jamie Taylor, one of the prettiest girls in school, I know people. They'll defend me. Let me have my phone.” It made me feel guilty thinking how self-important I really am deep down inside. These boys whose names I may never know, would be nothing to me if I hadn't put myself into this training.

Put myself into “it”, is right. I have been going back and forth about the fault for how things have been, and I keep coming back to the idea that Jamie Taylor is responsible for the things Jamie Taylor does. That is a lesson I learned early on in all of this experience.

I unzipped boy number one's pants. I wasn't going to give boy number two the satisfaction of going first. (Second, technically). He had been too anxious, too mean. I would do him last. “Can Sheldon hold the phone, Sir?” I asked boy#1.

“Why? We can take it back from him if we want.”

“Would you, Sir? ...After I just agreed to suck your dick?” I pulled his half-hard dick out to touch it, feel it squirm in my hand. His was circumcised, and rapidly growing in length to its full length, an inch or so longer than Sheldon’s cock had been. There was a sudden rush of power, despite my standing there naked around three mostly dressed boys, I felt my acquiescence to their desires, gave me some sort of control over them. It wasn’t that I particularly wanted control over them, but I can’t deny the look on their face as I took the second dick in my hand was priceless!

He agreed he wouldn't, back out of our deal. I watched as he handed Sheldon the phone almost as if they were playing “Keep away” with me. I had a sudden flashback to being nine and Chris and his friends throwing a ball back and forth to one another while I tried to get it.

I sank back to my knees to suck the first boy’s dick. Sheldon blissfully watched me perform as I had on him. I suspect this wasn’t his first blowjob because he at least seemed to know what to do with his hands. He guided me by my ears back and forth, painting his cock with my tongue as the brush and my spit as his paint. I wasn’t sure now who was in control, or were we both active participants in this? It was all new to me, but I felt like I was picking it up like a natural.

Oh god? I AM a natural “good little cock sucker”. That is a scary thought. The boy may have meant it jokingly, but I am starting to suspect he was right.

I kept shutting my eyes to try to visualize my ‘happy place’ and retreat into my imagination. I have to admit, after my latest daydream, I can’t say that my imagination is all that safe anymore. It would be better than the shame, humiliation and disgust I was feeling back in the real world I thought.

The first boy wouldn’t let me. Each time I started to shut my eyes and tune out the fact I was bobbing on his cock while two other boy’s watch, he jerked my head in such a way that I had no choice but to wake back up. I didn’t complain, I couldn’t with my mouth stuffed full of boy sausage. I must be hanging around with Chris too much, “boy sausage”, that is something I would never have thought to say until this week. He has so many expressions that mean ‘cock’ and each one seems to be nastier than the last.

I could see now why what I was doing with the corn dog the night before had been so popular with strangers who watched me put it in my mouth. The deeper he drove his cock into my mouth, the harder he got. I could see the second boy was stroking his own sizable dick without any reservation that other boys were watching.

Granted, other than Rosco’s red ruby lipstick dog-penis, I would not call my experience with cock size extensive. My father, my brother notwithstanding, I’ve seen about four or five other ones all in this past week. I stand by “sizable” until someone shows me much larger, which is I think a scary thought that something bigger than what that boy was packing will EVER fit into me.

As he drove the cock into the back of my mouth, I hoped that I would not throw up. I could feel myself starting to gag ever so slightly and I tried to guide him back out. There was plenty of room in my mouth, he didn’t need to stick his dick all the way down my throat! I was doing the best I could considering this was my second blowjob ever, but at times I felt like he was aiming for my windpipe and it was freaking me out.

I found myself clinging to his kneecaps as he dominated my face, not satisfied with fucking my mouth, it seemed he really did want to block my airways with his dick. I could feel it tickle my tonsils, and now the feeling of gagging was much more severe. I tried to make warning sounds that he should back off, but nothing would stop his single minded purpose of feeding me his dick.

I can’t really explain why I let him throat fuck me and I just took it like a good little whore. I think there is something primal about being dominated this way, that was speaking to me. As he got rougher, I became more passive and accommodating.

I am not particularly religious, but at that time, I was praying that at least a librarian had remained in the Library when the pep rally started and would burst into the media room and come to my rescue. I was a little worried that considering how my luck had been recently, the librarian would want to be cock number four.

Then it happened, the second glorious orgasm.

Not his, mine.

I took away a hand I had been using to brace myself against his knee, and put it under my skirt to play with my bare, bald pussy, tugging at myself to help along my orgasm. I didn’t need a special place now, when he finally came, I was already riding a wave of bliss and tingles all over. I didn’t even taste it, his load had been barely a third of Sheldon’s massive cum dump.

He pulled himself off my hungering lips, he was done with me. He zipped himself up quickly, almost as if he was ashamed to have his cock seen by his friends or me. That seemed odd considering how brazenly he displayed it just before, but I didn’t give it much thought. I had swallowed his cum without even thinking about it.

Two boys down, one to go.

I turned to boy number two without saying a word. His cock was already out, he was jerking it himself. I took the liberty of wrapping my lips around it, and he let me take control.

“You are a dirty slut, look at you play with yourself.”

I wanted to point out that he had been playing with himself, and ask did that make him a dirty slut? Instead, I just nodded that I was, and kept tickling my taco. That is one of Chris’s favorite expressions, at that moment in time exactly what I was thinking.

In less than thirty seconds he blew his load. He tried to pull it out, to shoot on my face, but I could anticipate it. I held him to me, and drained his dick down my throat. I am not sure why, I could have wiped it off my face just as easily, but I wanted him to finish in my mouth.

At the end, Score was;

Jamie: 3
Boys: 0

They had spent themselves getting sucked off, and no longer wanted to play dirty games at my expense. They all three just wanted to sit down on the carpet, put their dicks away and look happy. I was more than cool with that. I just wanted to finish the exchange and get going.

“My phone please, Sir?” I wiped my mouth as I turned to Sheldon.

He happily handed it to me, and I considered doing a curtsy. Why waste one, on a boy who seems almost high from the BJ I just gave him?

I was smiling. I had won! I got my phone back, and all it cost me was about ten minutes of almost gagging and being throat fucked by boys, two of whom I had never met. Hey, I am trying to sound positive here, don’t laugh at me! 

I would have enough time to email the photos of my masturbating earlier in the day. Things really were looking up, since I had not lost my phone that was another punishment wiped off my record.

Then I checked the phone, no pictures.

“Where are the pictures of me today, Sir?” I asked alarmed.

“I don’t know” Sheldon was still grooving on a natural high from pumping out his first real orgasm. I could actually relate. Mine had only been the day before.

“Did you delete them, Sir?” I said alarmed.

It didn’t take me long to conclude either the little snot had deleted them and was lying, or more likely he hadn’t actually taken the pictures because he didn’t know how to work my phone. I made a mental note to show guys in the future what button to press.

What button to press? That is a double entendre waiting to happen, I am sure. I suppose if they are going to press MY button, I should help them figure out how to do that as well as the one on my camera. It beats having them fumble around guessing in the dark.

A bell rang; it was the signal that the pep rally was over.

“Wait, please” I begged of the three boys who were already walking out of the media center. “I know this is going to sound strange, but will one of you stay and take pictures of me while I masturbate? I just need two minutes.”

I could probably do a very short version and get away with it, but Dad would never buy me masturbating alone. I’ve had to be supervised every time, and even if their face isn’t in the picture he scrutinizes the photo to tell if someone else is taking the picture.

“What? No, the buses will be leaving in a few minutes.” The first boy sneered. He got his nut, he didn’t have an ounce of lust left in him. I could tell just by how he looked at me. It was completely drained out in the cum he shot into my mouth.

“Please? Please, Sir?” I pulled my top up over my head. I’d have to be naked for this anyway. As I had hoped, the sight of my pink nipples with hoops made them stop and reconsider.

“Why do you need pictures of you playing with yourself?”

I didn’t have time to explain. I also did not WANT to explain. It was easier to masturbate and just seem like I am a horny girl, than to explain all the twisted details.

“Her brother will punish her, if she doesn’t email him pictures of her playing with herself by the end of every school day.” Sheldon smiled trying to be helpful. He was half-right, my father would get the pictures but they would both administer a correction. I did not feel the need to clarify that detail to them. Instead, I pulled my skirt around my ankles and stepped out of it.

Two tiny pieces of fabric separating me from being fully naked. That is all it took to be completely naked as a jay bird (if jay birds wore high heels and cat collars).

I held out the camera, with my finger over the picture button. “Please Sirs, just two minutes. I helped you.” I tried not to dwell too much on the fact that rather than be amused or aroused by the story of my punishment, they seemed disturbed. Had they not just popped their loads into my mouth, they may have been willing.

It was clear they were being far more practical now that they ejaculated the lust liquid from their balls.

A part of me hates to be so graphic, but I am trying to be true to my father’s rules that we be explicit and graphic in our speech. I can see why he enjoys hearing us talk like sailors. At first, I thought it just made them laugh to see us so uncomfortable, but using this speech really seems to be having subtle effects on me. I can’t just use euphemisms, when I paint word pictures of what happened, it is like I am reliving it. Thinking about what I have done in less abstract ways.

“Just play with yourself and take the pictures.” The second boy croaked with a grin dismissing me and turning to leave.

I pouted as they all three turned to walk out of the media center.

“I’ll suck your dicks on Monday.” I was desperate.

They all turned around. “How can we be sure?”

“You gave me back my phone, I trusted you to keep your word. Trust me to keep mine.”

“Every day next week.”

“I actually cannot promise my mouth on Monday, I am trying to do you a favor. Please, what guy would refuse to take naked pictures of a girl while she plays with herself?”

“One who will have to walk home if we miss the bus!”

“Please Sir? I’ll be good. Only one of you needs to stay….”

They fell for the sweet, innocent Jamie routine. I did not. I felt like a succubus manipulating three suckers. I’d have to get them to keep their mouths shut about the BJ. If Chris found out, he’d definitely start making me do that on my dates with his friends. I am not sure that I’d mind really, I would need time to process what a little slut I had just been. For now, I just wanted to get the pictures to my Dad.

They all three stayed, and I got on my knees, playing with my pussy, pulling my nipples, pulling my ass apart. I caressed myself, and tried to give smoldering poses, sexy but aroused.

“What does it say on your butt?” one of the boys asked.

To answer him, I turned around and spread myself so they could get a good picture. I suppose I wanted to see the picture too. I am curious if I look just like my mom back there, or different. Better? I didn’t want to think about it. I was busy playing with myself, half paying attention to things and half on a wave of euphoria and sexual release that I was just learning from the night before was even possible. I could smell my pussy becoming wet and musky, it was a familiar smell, difficult to describe but not entirely unpleasant.

“She is like Lindsay Lohan!” One of them observed. What an insult, that trailer trash skank. I tried to picture Lindsay Lohan from Mean Girls before she had fallen into her decline and pretend it had been meant as a compliment. I knew it was not intended as one though.

Sheldon pulled his dick out of his pants, already hard again. That was a fast reload. He tried to approach me with it. I knew he wanted me to suck it. I tried to warn him “No, Sir” because I didn’t want my Dad to know I had done this.

I suppose I should have been worried one of them would rape me, or just take my masturbation as an invitation to go further with me, since I am not sure it’s rape if you’ve started masturbating in front of three boys while they take pictures and something happens. You would sound silly saying, “I didn’t know that might happen” if you tried to explain it in a court of law. I was completely at home playing with myself though. I am not sure if that’s bravery, being naive, or both. It could just be that the three boys, didn’t seem very intimidating. Even Sheldon’s two bullies were more dweeby than they were anything else.

“That’s odd right? Your dad makes you masturbate in front of boys naked, and you are the one who is afraid he’ll find out you suck dicks?”

“It is hard to explain Sir. He is teaching me an important lesson, because of some rotten things I did to deserve all of this, but he wants me safe. I guess it’s mostly look don’t touch”.

He put his cock away, ashamed and embarrassed that I had rejected him. “You touched me earlier”

“I guess it’s MOSTLY look.” I gave him a smile that seemed to cheer him up, that touch was still on the table with us.

We had enough pictures. I was throwing my clothes back on as we ran out of the library like we had just stolen something, all of us laughing as if we had known each other for years.

I skated on to my bus as they did theirs without much of a goodbye. I hit send on my cell phone hoping it was just in the nick of time as I boarded my bus and looked for my brother.

I made my way down the aisle to him. “May I sit with you Sir, or would you prefer I sit on someone’s lap?”

“You can sit on mine.” Chris was in a good mood.

“Do you want to talk about whatever pops up, like in gym class?” I gave him the same line I’d been told at least a half a dozen times since he had started making me ask boys if I could ride the bus on their laps.

This was the first time I rode the bus on Chris’s lap, and he wrapped his arms around me, and began to get hard just like the other boys I’ve done this with. I pretended not to notice (just like I did with the other boys I’ve done this with, lol). It didn’t surprise me I made Chris hard. I’ve come to realize that my body has involuntary reactions to stimulus now, and having jerked him off every day for a week, I know he has some fairly twisted fantasies that turn him on. I’ve seen him get hard watching me pee in the mornings, watching me do jumping jacks, watching me in general.

Boys are perverts. If they get hard, that should be a compliment right? The alternative is they think you are disgusting.

“Did you get your phone, Sis?”

“Yes Sir” I handed it to him, I was also carrying all my homework and his books as well.

“Wow, who took these pictures? This is the library?” he seemed impressed as he scanned through the pictures. I was hiding a prideful grin. Isn’t it silly that I was pleased he liked the pictures? A week ago I think I would have died from embarrassment doing it, much less showing anyone photos of the spectacle.

“Sheldon Cooper and two of his friends Sir, I didn’t catch their names.”

“They just gave you the phone back?”

“No sir” I whispered. If I lied, there was a good chance Sheldon or one of his friends would tell him what we did. “I don’t know if this is against the rules or not, but I sucked their dicks. It was the only way to get them to give it back!” I pleaded.

“All three of them?” His tone sounded disgusted, but his cock was at full mast. He had gotten fully hard under my skirt, and there was no denying or pretending that I could do as if I didn’t notice. I squirmed uncomfortably but didn’t get off his crotch.

“Yes Sir, I am sorry. Was that wrong?” I offered him my baby blue eyes to look into.

“Don’t play innocent with me.” He whispered back. “When I send you on dates, are you going to suck them off for me?”

I had jerked off boys and played with myself for them, let them touch me. He hadn’t asked me to go farther, I think out of respect for me and just that he didn’t want to push things. I hadn’t offered to go any further.

“Can I have more stars if I do, Sir?”

“We can work something out. You little cocksucker, I am really impressed.” He was too because his dick didn’t get soft the entire way home from school.

“I like this one of your tattoo. Don’t you agree it looks really good with your cunt and asshole completely hairless?”

“I don’t have hair on my asshole, Sir.” I pouted.

“Oh and you don’t fart either?” he nudged me in my back with his arm. “You had a few wild hairs back there.” He showed me the picture of my tattoo on my booty. I guess it was a very pretty ass, but it seemed very surreal that it had this big, lewd tattoo on it.

We spent the rest of the time talking about my decision to potentially end my cheerleading career with a ‘bang’. How he saw it working during half-time, and what kind of reward he was willing to give me if I don’t chicken out. I was having doubts that we’d even get that far. His idea was really over the top, and it’s possible Mom or Dad may even nix it, before someone at the school does.

I was wrestling with the idea and reflecting on the fact I had just sucked three dicks only a short time ago. I was still here, I hadn’t “exploded” or gone to hell for wicked sluts. I had done it, survived and was no worse for the wear, really. I mean sure, I had just lost another vestige of my purity, but considering what I was already doing, I was surprisingly at peace with it.

You might wonder about how the rest of the kids on the bus were reacting to the slutty girl sitting on her brother’s lap. Most of them were tuned into their Nintendo DS, iPod, IPad, IPhone or whatever gadget they had in front of them, headphones on and looking at the screen. If anyone noticed my behavior, they didn't seem to comment on it.

It didn’t stop me from fantasizing that Chris had just emailed the pictures for my father to everyone on the bus and they were in on the joke. They weren’t saying a thing, just to mess with me. They knew my dirty secrets and they were having a laugh pretending they didn’t know.

I have to stop fantasizing. The recent ones have this tendency to happen after a short time. I am not sure which are the fantasies and which are the nightmares. It has all begun to run together.

When the bus stopped near our house, I got off my brother’s lap and pretended not to notice his throbbing boner rising up when I lifted myself off his lap. I knew he was aware I had felt it. I didn’t want to add further embarrassment to either of us by bringing it up. I think I was more surprised with myself that it didn’t really seem to bother me. I guess a week of living like this really changes what kinds of things you’ll tolerate or even look forward too.

“Hands out, Sis” He grinned as we walked a little distance from our bus stop.

I stopped and clutching the books I was carrying to my chest, thrust out my wrists close together.

Ka-chink, the handcuffs went on, as they always did for our walks home. It had seemed a pointless display of power and control when he first began requiring this at the start of the week. I had grown to accept and anticipate being in cuffs while we walked. The funny scenario that ran through my mind was if Chris decided to run off and leave me without a key to get out of them. What would I do if something happened to him and I couldn’t get out of them?

They may be toy handcuffs, but the way they rigged up the safety clasp, I don’t know how I could wriggle out of them.

“Maybe we’ll run into Gerald’s brother on the way home.” Chris smirked as we walked towards our house.

“Why do you say that, Sir?” I was being coy. I knew he suspected I liked Bradley instead of Gerald.

“You can wave hello to him.”

“If you order me, I will sir.” I said taking a very serious tone. I think he notices when I am saying, “IF you order me I will.” what I really mean is, “I will if you want me too, but I REALLY don't want too.” Then again he may not care about the subtle distinctions I draw in my mind and he isn't reading between my lines.

I decided in this case I had better make sure I clarify myself a little more. “I just ask you give me a little bit of a chance not to completely wreck things with him, Sir. I think if we go through with the stunt that will end my cheer leading career at Cherry Lawn, I’ll have more free time after the training is over. I’d kind of like an opportunity to maybe date someone. The less he knows about this arrangement, the better.” I was biting my lip, hoping that Chris wouldn’t do just the opposite of my request to spite me.

“So you are going to go through with it at half-time?” Chris changed the subject back to the dare he had for me.

“Five stars if I go all the way, and three stars if I try but someone stops me before I get on the field, that is the deal?”

“Yes, you win either way, Sis! You get five stars to complete the dare. You get three stars to be a good sport and if someone stops you.”

I would have hardly called doing what he had in mind “winning”, unless it was Charlie Sheen’s version of “winning” where you tank your popularity and become the biggest laughing stock. I hadn’t fully made my mind up about it, but I was leaning towards following through with the crazy scheme. What was all that popularity worth in the long run? Would I still even want to stay in touch with high school friends twenty years from now? Or would I move on with my life and try to meet the other 300 million people who live in this Country?

“Let’s see what Dad says about it, Sir.” I was hoping he would throw in a few other stars if I play my cards right. Assuming of course, I am not too chicken to do this after all. “Will I be punished when we get home, Sir?”

“Don’t you think you deserve it?”

“I don’t know, Sir. I got my phone back, I sent the pictures.”

“You fell asleep in class, you sucked three boy’s dicks, what else did you do wrong? Probably something.”

It was kind of funny how casually he said ‘sucked three boy’s dicks”, as if it were an item on a shopping list I forgot. The entire conversation was odd in how casually we were talking about my discipline. When I say kind of funny, I guess I mean it was strange to me that it didn’t bother me or register the humiliation it should have with me.

“We have to tell Dad, Sir?” I flashed him my baby blues.

“Don’t give me that look again.” He smiled conspiratorially. “So you want me to lie to dad?”

He had me there. I didn’t want to be punished, but I also didn’t want to get into the habit of outright deceit.

“If you finish every date with a BJ and don’t ask for a star, I’ll think about it.” He offered with delight flashing in his eyes.

“No sir, I’ll tell Dad what I did.” my answered stunned him. “I will tell him I am a good little cocksucker, and I will suck dicks like a good little whore, but I want at least one star per cock.” I was surprised how easily those words slid out of my mouth and were spoken out loud. I had calculated that taking the punishment now and getting it over with, would mean probably several more stars in the long run. I would also have trouble keeping it a secret, so he would eventually find out and when he did the punishment would be far worse.

“You sure?”

“Yes Sir, when I get home I am going to beg for punishment and throw myself on his mercy”. This surprised him even further. It surprised me, why was I getting so brave? I suppose because I hadn’t suffered one of my brother’s “Correction Cards”.

Then again, I had one of those “Get out of Jail cards” my father gave us the night before to play. If whatever I drew was too disgusting I may as well use it now. I couldn’t see the point in saving it for later. That is unless of course the punishment today wouldn’t be all that bad. Gosh, I am so wishy washy about some things.

“You are going to tell Dad you are a naughty little cocksucker and ask him to punish you?” Chris asked in disbelief. “That you sucked off three boys just to get your phone back?”

“Sir, if I am contemplating tonight’s half-time show, you really doubt that I will say just that when we walk in the door?”

“Good point, Sis.” Chris didn’t say another word until we got home.

Somehow I wondered if even if I “won” at getting my point across, he hadn’t somehow “won” at getting me to admit what a nasty little slut I had been and beg for my correction. I’ve got to admit, my brother is a lot craftier than I had ever imagined now that I see him for who he truly is.

“Duh, winning.” I joked to myself as I walked in the house to face whatever awaited me inside.