Chapter Thirty-Seven

Technically, I don’t suck cock. I just put it in my mouth and wait until the swelling goes down

“Sure,” he answered with all the interest of someone ordering extra sausage on his pizza.

“Sure?” I repeated back – instantly aware that I had probably bitten off more than I really was prepared to do.

“Twenty bucks off?” he was short, heavy-set, balding and had a scruffy beard. He reminded me of someone who hangs around Renne-faires and comic book stores.

If not for my outrageous offer, the idea that this guy in his thirties would be getting it on with a teenage girl would seem pretty unlikely.

I think Ted realized I was in over my head and told him he could pick any of his girls “even Lola here.”

“No, she’ll do – and your shirts will be ready in about an hour,” the guy didn’t seem overly excited about me giving him a blow-job – it was just a business arrangement to him.

“Are you sure?” O.J. asked this time “Crystal here loves to suck cock! She has way more experience.” he sounded worried about me as well.

“I don’t actually suck cock,” Crystal touched the sides of her lips with her fingers “I just put the cock in my mouth and wait until the swelling goes down.”

I heard an audible buzz coming from my Aunt’s ass and she shut up immediately.

Ted looked me in the eye as if trying to see if I was screaming for help deep inside and then slapped me on the ass. “We’ll be back in about twenty minutes, don’t leave the store.”

The back of my skirt had creamy-chocolate on it from the ice-cream and his slap sloshed it on his hand. He licked it and told me as he walked the others out “I want to see cum on your tongue or face to make sure you really did it.”

“C’mon Jigga-Butt and Cum-stain,” Ted hustled Crystal and Savannah out.

My cousin laughed “I thought I was sassy-ass, Sir?”

I heard her butt buzz and her yelp and Ted, Lola, Conner, Ryan and O.J laugh as they all followed her out.

Once they were gone I instantly turned back into the scared, virginal, naïve little girl I thought I was before I came here. “So,” I stood there awkwardly “Where do we go to do this, Sir?”

He snorted with a little bit of laughter “You don’t really want to suck my cock do you?”

“What?” I was surprised that he saw through my ruse. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. He must have been able to tell from how silly and naïve I seemed right now that I was all talk and no action. I had seen and touched a cock and been touched – I had kissed strangers but kissing a cock and slurping it – that was way beyond anything I had done.

“You don’t want to suck my cock for just twenty bucks,” he laughed at me and led me back to the backroom “You think your mouth is worth a lot more and your Uncle made you do it for spending cash to a guy you’d never give a second thought too – you bitch.”

He really had no idea I was really a scared little teenage virgin inside! I felt strangely victorious and yet as soon as I heard him unzip I knew what I would have to do to complete the charade.

“Should I take off my sh-shirt, sir?” I wasn’t sure what the procedure was for giving blow-jobs. I was standing next to him in the dingy back-room where he produces the shirts amongst cardboard boxes and shelves stacked up to the ceiling.

“If you want too,” he mused without giving it much thought “I won’t splooge all over your shirt if that is what you are worried about. C’mon and hurry it up though,” He was rushing me. I stood there with the ice-cream stick now in my hand wondering how I was going to do this and what choices I had made that put me in this situation that I should have made differently.

I thought that was odd that HE was the one in a hurry to get this over with. I have a lot to learn about the male mind. I would have thought he wanted the slow build up and eventual pay-off of an intense orgasm but he wanted it quick and for it to be over soon – he made that abundantly clear.

He stood in front of me with his cock out of his jeans waiting for me to suck his cock but he didn’t tell me what I should do. I went down on my knees – I had spent enough time doing that at home and it seemed natural in order to suck it.

“It isn’t going to get hard by itself,” he had his hands on his hips while he waited for me to make it hard for him.

I smiled up at him. That seemed to please him for a moment but he quickly looked away and avoided eye-contact with me. I had kept my shirt on but I was increasingly aware that not only was it frosty-cold in this air-conditioned room but the thought of sucking his dick was making my nipples intensely hard.

I could literally feel the melted ice-cream rolling down my thigh and my pussy creamed and I almost had an orgasm while kneeling.

I took his cock in my hand and considered what to do with it between my fingers. “That’s it – play with it a little.” He instructed me to pull a little of the flesh between his cock-head and the shaft.

“This must be like the clit of the penis,” I observed out loud. It was a tiny hood of skin and it seemed to make him happy when I pinched it.

“You talk too much,” he said impatiently and added “You see enough cocks – it is whatever you say it is, honey.”

I had no idea what I was doing but I found his cock got hard just as soon as I shut up and focused on playing with it.

“Enough teasing – let’s get to the good stuff!” he demanded.

I opened my mouth and thought about how I would suck his cock. I think I expected it to just pop into my mouth but I had to lean in and wrap my lips around it. He moaned a little and I felt like I was trying to swallow an Italian sausage like the ones you buy at the fair.

He started to move just a little but he was waiting for me to do something. I wasn’t sure what so I did the first thing that popped into my mind – I started to make out with his cock. I started to kiss it like I was kissing Ryan’s flaccid and passionless tongue.

I could see the tip of my tongue as I snaked it around the edge of his cock and treated it like a tongue I was battling back and forth in and out of my mouth. I let my saliva drip down his cock and flicked my tongue along the edge of the bottom of the tip of his cock.

His dick was sweaty and smelled a lot like Savannah’s ass. I hate to say it smelled like parmesan cheese but it had a sweaty, almost sweet smell to it that smelled exactly like parmesan cheese. His balls were dark and pendulous and coated in disgusting hair and swung there under his dick like useless ornaments. I wasn’t sure what to do with them but I touched them with my hands and cradled them.

He reacted well to my kisses and he seemed to like it most of all when I kissed the clit-head of his penis-shaft. “Stop teasing! Deep-throat me!”

‘Hurrkkkk’ I tried to take his cock down my throat but sputtered. He was maybe six-inches long from base to head but stubby. There was no way I could suck his cock down my throat. I had maybe 2 to 3 inches until you reach my tonsils and once I tried to swallow it I started to gag immediately. I was going to throw up all over him if he kept trying to drive it into my mouth.

He stood there passively in frustration. I would have to ask my Aunt and Savannah how they did this because I knew I was blowing it.

“Mmmm, that’s better,” he sounded impatient but at least pleased with the progress once I started developing a rhythm of pushing my head forward about three inches to the point I almost gagged and then all the way out of my mouth at a medium pace. My mouth was full of saliva.

“Talk dirty or something,” he instructed me as he grew impatient again for the release of cum.

“My murrff is full, Suh” I couldn’t really speak with his cock in my mouth as far as I could take it.

That was all he needed to go over the edge. He grabbed at my hair and then started making cooing baby noises. I felt him pop into my mouth “Oh sweet jesus – sweet jesus, where do you want it? Where do you want it?”

I didn’t know what to tell him. He had already squirted about a table-spoon of warm, gooey fluid into my mouth and his cock was already starting to shrink back to its normal flaccid size.

“Cool,” he collected himself “You don’t spit like some girls do. That is awesome.”

Just like that he had his explosion of ecstasy and was now ready to get back to work. The orgasms I had sent shock-waves and shivers through my body – they curled my toes and echoed through my body for a long time afterwards and yet his was over the moment he splooged.

Biology can be cruel like that I suppose.

In truth, I didn’t know that was an option. Ted had told me I had better prove that I had the cum from his cock and I thought about spitting it into my hand or a napkin because I was sure it would not be visible if I kept in my mouth. The man considered spitting it out to be some kind of insult so I kept my mouth shut and nodded at him smiling.

I did not want to get punished or give Ted a reason to say I didn’t live up to our end of the deal – not after I had already sucked a dick for him.

Had I sucked a dick for Ted though? I didn’t want to think about my reasons.

The man zipped himself up after putting himself away and he seemed content to go about putting together the t-shirts. I stood up without being told I could. He had no way of knowing whether to give me orders or not – although I kind of wish he told me what to do next or where to go.

“You can stay back here or go – the shirts will be ready in an hour,” He finally turned around when he saw me standing there. I had his cum collected on my tongue and my mouth was closed up tight so I nodded that I understood with a grin on my face at how absurd I must have looked.

“You are really going to wait for your Uncle like that? I can tell him you made me cum, don’t worry. It was cool you didn’t require a condom.” He seemed amused that I was willing to stay like this. His cum tingled on my tongue – felt like it was moving around on its own. He didn’t seem to have much use for me now that he had finished cumming and I could detect he wanted me to get out of his store and away from him.

It was kind of insulting that a fat-middle aged guy like him wanted to be rid of a cute, young teenager when I had just done this really nice thing for him. It was as if he completely changed after he came into a more logical person who no longer leered at me and watched the hem of my skirt rise and fall as I walked.

His jism-blob was like a viscous glob of oily mayonnaise that moved slowly around the top of my tongue.

I took the hint and went back out to the store to wait for my family. Ted had told me he would be back in 20 minutes but that entire excruciating experience might have taken all of three minutes.

I wanted to go looking for the family. The ice-cream that melted in my crotch had started to smell like sour milk to me already and was sticky. I felt strangely alone when they were not around – more fearful.

I was kind of proud in a way. I was deeply ashamed and embarrassed that technically I was a whore. I had charged someone money and sucked their cock. I had sucked my first dick and had my first ‘real’ sexual experience with a person I did not know and charged money for it. This was deeply humiliating to think about.

Instead, I focused on the fact that I faced a fear of sexuality and had been able to pull cum out of a man’s cock with my mouth. I was no longer just a scared little girl who had no idea what she was really doing as she played at being a slut. I was now a scared little girl who played at being a slut – who actually was kind of a slut!

I shouldn’t make myself laugh at my own jokes or else I might swallow his cum. I smiled at people that walked by the store. They had no idea I had a stranger’s cum in my mouth.

They looked at how I was dressed and men smiled and women looked at me with scorn. I was dressed like a stripper in a short top and micro-mini skirt but surprisingly there were other women at the mall in almost as skimpy an outfit and they CHOSE to come here like this.

I imagined I was a mannequin in the store window modeling t-shirts for the t-shirt store. I stood motionless watching the people walking by and wondering about their stories. Their reality must be so different for me. They live in this rural town – some of them knowing only this place all their lives and have no idea what it’s like in Cherry Lawn Estates. The bright, airy mall full of upscale customers and stores! Then again – I have no idea what it’s like to walk along a Parisian garden in France in the spring time – smelling the coffee from an outdoor café’ and the flowers on a sunny afternoon day. I have no idea about anything outside of my own little reality which has up to this point consisted of a middle-America upscale suburb and the Buckman.

After only a few more minutes of standing there foolishly in the window of the t-shirt store I started to think about walking around and finding the family again. I had been told to stay here and wait but I was actually craving to be around them. The other girls dressed and behaving like me – made it easier and there was a comfort in sharing this experience with them instead of being by myself.

I couldn’t quite explain or even accept that was true but I was starting to hate listening to my own honest thoughts on my motivations to continue being obedient.

I could quit at any time. I could just STOP doing this.

If my Dad and Mom show up – I could just say this was the only outfit that was available to wear after our car got robbed and not behave like I have been.

The others would look at me like a coward if I did. They would see me as someone who broke my word and Ted would keep the money I worked so hard to give to my OWN family.

I keep calling my Aunt, Ted and my cousins “My family”, but was I losing sight that my parents and Conner were my family?

What if I STOPPED obeying Ted and Conner tells on me? They might not believe everyone else but they would believe Conner if he told what dirty things I had done. He was right here when I volunteered to suck a cock.

The man’s cum was slowly dissolving on my tongue. I knew this and yet I was powerless to conserve it. If Ted didn’t come back soon – I wouldn’t be able to prove I sucked this dick.

It dawned on me that it was actually important to me to prove to Ted I had sucked this dick. I was overthinking my reasons but I really wanted to know what part of me felt the need to prove myself to him and felt the need to keep standing here because I had been told to do so.

I am a rules-follower by nature. I tend to like structure at school and in my life and before I came to the Buckman I did everything I was told to and seldom questioned it because I had no reason to do so. The people who set up the rules at school were trying to educate me and keep me safe.

I think I found it easier to believe that on some level this education that Ted kept talking about was real and that if I went looking for them – I might get lost and they may not be able to find me than to question why I felt the need to do as I was told.

I had so much introspection going through my head and a genuine conflict about my nature versus the fact that technically, I didn’t have to do what I was told by Ted and yet a part of me felt the best thing to do was to do as I was told. I actually wanted his approval and when he came back I was looking forward to seeing his face when I opened my mouth and showed him and my Aunt and cousin that I could suck cock just like they did.

I felt like maybe I would be more accepted as one of them – and I wondered why that was important to me.

“Ehmagerd!” I heard a woman’s voice. She talked with a mixture of a deep southern accent and a shallow valley-girl “It’s that rich-bitch ferrm the keerrr-werrssh!”

She sounded annoying and nasally as well. I had not really thought about getting recognized here. We were a good 20-30 miles away from the Buckman but we were already pretty well known in the trailer park.

I turned to see the woman and a familiar face walking up to me in the T-shirt store entrance-way.

Kung-Fu Dave and his sister.

Dave was wearing an old timey leather football helmet, a red shirt with the Flash emblem on it, jeans and a green cape. He was clearly wearing a bulging athletic supporter under his jeans and had elbow pads on. He looked absolutely ridiculous and I almost laughed the remaining cum I had stored right out of my mouth.

His sister Ashley was wearing a green tube top that wrapped around her tits and left her shoulders and entire stomach completely exposed. She was thin and you could see her pointy little tits hang straight down.

Mine were bigger than hers and I had firm mounds that jutted straight out. Her nipples pointed straight to the ground and shook when she walked in the tube-top. She might as well not have been wearing a top at all.

The first thing you notice after you see the outline of her tits is that her roots were dirty-brown but about six-inches of her hair was bright blonde. It only accentuated the dirty brown and looked trashy.

She had on jean short-shorts with a “George Strait is my Co-pilot” belt buckle and cowboy boots.

I could only nod my head and acknowledge them because I did not want to open my mouth. I felt the moment I open my mouth to try to talk the little bit of cum that I had been saving was going to roll down my throat and be gone. I would love to illustrate for you the enthusiastic yet awkward way I nodded yes and no to their questions about where Ted was and if I thought Ashley could come out and work for Ted but I lack the ability to describe how funny it probably seemed that I tried to keep a straight face while Kung-Fu Dave talked “Bidness” with me.

“I want to talk Bidness with-a Ted,” he explained with his marble-mouth country access. “It’s time to let bygones be bygone and put the Ninjetty code to the test,” I gathered that Ninjetty was Dave’s word for “Ninja”.

I nodded in agreement while he did the talking for his sister. I had to listen carefully but I gathered he had heard we had made all this money at the front of the Buckman washing cars and he wanted his sister Ashley to take part in this.

“Yeah, like I am soooo like looking ferrwerrrd,” I pause here because Ashley did mid-sentence. She seemed like she might have forgot she was talking or just realized she had not finished her sentence because she continued where she left off “too like doing what you do because like you are like a star girlfriend. You like errrybody is like you know?”

I did not “know” and I wasn't sure it was “like” anything she was talking about. We had bubble-headed bimbos at my old high school that seemed like brain surgeons compared to her.

I could not say anything in response to her question. I nodded for her to continue. They were at least making the time pass quickly and I don’t think I could have gotten rid of them if I had tried. They were however helping to make the case that I should just leave the store and go look for Ted.

“What my sister is tryna say is that Kung-Fu Dave is her bidness’ manager and me and Ted are gonna haff ta put our heads together and come up with the bidness’ plan that would like make us the partners of the century to fight crime AND make money,” I wasn’t sure what planet Kung-Fu Dave came from but I wished he would come back.

As dumb as I thought Ted could be – he wasn’t half as delusional and stupid as Kung-Fu Dave. Ted had actually been surprising me and I regretted judging him but I felt that Kung-Fu Dave would not surprise me.

It was intensely humiliating to have to serve people who you don’t think are your equal. I found that true, serving people who acted and seemed ignorant as they stared at me like I was from some planet of the richy-rich snobs. I found when I had to do what Opie told me and bend over for him, it was even more true. – he was a few inches shorter than I was and a whole lot younger.

When I had to let my brother spank my ass it was truly humiliating most of all. I didn’t even want to think about how it made me feel because I kind of liked it but knew I wasn’t supposed to.. I preferred to chalk it up to the fact Ted told him he could so I allowed him to because I had this compulsion to follow the orders of my superiors. But when he judged our assholes and did NOT vote for me – I wasn’t sure what was more humiliating- the fact I stood there and let him judge my ass or the fact that he didn’t think mine was the prettiest!

I hadn’t even seen my own asshole but something about the fact that he could judge me AND found me lacking made my brain spin with a mixture of feelings that start with shame but have elements of anger, disgust and powerlessness and vulnerability.

“So what do you think about that then?” Kung-Fu Dave had finished his sales pitch about what his sister was going to do. I caught that he wanted to set up a booth to sell VHS tapes of his Kung-fu lessons and “Ninjetty stars” he made while Ashley helped wash cars.

If she was to participate that would mean we had to share a cut with her – less for us?

If she was to participate maybe she would bring in more “bidness” and we would make more.

I nodded my head that I understood which Dave took for agreement with his plan. It wasn’t long before Ted led my cousins and Aunts back to the store.

“I thought I smelled dog-shit and tuna,” Ted sniffed the air when he walked up to Dave and his sister. He clearly meant that insult for each of them but I think he let it be implied he meant me as well.

“Hello Sir,” I opened my mouth for the first time and held it open for him to see the remaining cum on my tongue. I can’t tell you why but I was proud to finally show him what I had done.

“Cool,” He looked and said dismissively without looking at me “you can swallow it.”

It was anti-climatic. I guess I should not have expected a congratulatory slap on the back from him or something more than the right to swallow the cum. I had licked it out of a cock for twenty-dollars off t-shirts and that said what a whore I am.

Dave told him that I agreed with his “Bidness plan” and that he wanted his sister Ashley to come out to the car-wash and participate.

“Fuck no,” Ted snickered at the mere suggestion of that “Are you fucking crazy?” Ted laughed and then said “Of course you are crazy. You are dressed like the fucking Green Goblin and shit.”

“Green Goblin is a vill-ann,” Kung-Fu Dave had something of a lisp at times that made his mush-mouth accent even more difficult to understand. He protested his labelling as green-goblin over re-stating his position that he wanted to partner with us. “I am Kung-Fu Dave a super-hero crime fighter and Pimp porn star. If you buy one of my Kung-Fu training tapes I had to record over some of my porns but at the end some of the porn is left so people get to watch both for the price of one!”

Ted shook his head “Ellen doesn’t get to decide shit around here,” and walked away from Kung-Fu Dave into the store to check on the t-shirts. The ice-cream that hadn’t melted down my leg was now solidified against my skin and had become crusty as it air-dried.

Ted told Kung-Fu Dave that he had exactly ten seconds to “teleport the fuck out of here or I will put both feet directly up your ass and your flap-jack tittied sister’s ass.”

I actually laughed out loud at how plainly Ted dismissed Kung-Fu Dave. At how absurd and how completely unafraid of Dave he was to say something so bold. Dave was still pitching a sack of Happy-meal toys “most of which are un-opened” if Ted would consider cutting him in.

I never learned the name of the first man whose cock I sucked. He walked out of the back of the t-shirt store and didn’t look at me all. He seemed embarrassed of me – or like I no longer existed and should be shunned now that I tasted his cum.

“She do you right?” Ted asked him of my performance. He had his thumb on my remote to shock my ass if I didn’t.

“Meh,” he shrugged “I have had better.” I was disappointed but he added “I’ll take thirty off the shirts. That is an even 50% which is my employee discount.” I may have been reading in too much to what he said and it may have been that he just found it easier to ring up the discount that way but I told myself he did that because he secretly loved how I sucked his dick.

Ted didn’t shock my ass and seemed content with the report on my behavior.

Ted made us all thank him and asked if we could get the shirts now.

He told us we’d still have to wait about 30 minutes and Ted told him that time was money before leading us out of the store. Kung-Fu Dave followed for another five minutes pitching “Okay, Okay, I will split the money with y’all 50/90? How about 70/40?”

Ted shook his head every time and flipped him the bird. Crystal and Savannah flipped Dave and his sister the bird as well and so did I.

“You will rue the day Ted Gaylord,” Kung-Fu Dave defiantly pointed at us as we walked away “That you denied me, spurning my alliance to join empires with you and when you are in your hour of need –do not come to me! For I shall..” I don’t know what else he said because we had not stopped to listen and to be quite honest I was guessing at every other word he mumbled anyway.

“Conner,” Ted commanded my brother like a general speaking to his most loyal soldier “Take your sister to the bathroom so she can clean up and meet us back at Payless shoes.”

“Yes sir,” Conner dutifully answered.

“Can you handle this?” Ted looked over my younger brother with skepticism “I don’t want any more fuck ups.” Ted handed my brother the key-fob to my butt-plug remote control. “I could send Ryan – I am sure he’d love to handle your sister’s ass.”

I wasn’t sure that of the two whether Ryan or Conner being the one in charge of me might be worse.

“I got this,” Conner sounded hopeful and we separated from the main group and were on our own in this country-broke down mall. Ted laughed at the girls and asked them “Let’s see how else we can train your dumb-asses while we wait for the Tinkle sisters to catch back up with us!”

I heard Savannah tell Ted she was being a good girl and trying her best and asked as nicely as Savanah can would he please stop shocking her ass all the time.

“Why?” Ted giggled sadistically as he walked in the opposite direction with them “You are behaving a lot better when I do.”

I heard my cousin respond with an “Owie!!” and an exasperated “God-dammit, Sir!” as they walked away and Ted telling her it was tough-titties if she didn’t like it until Sunday.

I wanted to say “But if you keep shocking us when we do good things it won’t matter what we do, we can be bad or good and we’ll get shocked either way,” but we were already in the other direction and I’d probably have had my ass shocked for daring to make the point. I just hoped Ted would realize my point on his own.

My brother shrugged off Ted’s insult calling him my sister and we walked towards the food court. It was filled with knock-off versions of popular fast-food places and closed down kiosks that were probably once the get-rich quick idea of men like Ted and O.J that failed miserably. The darkened counters and closed store-front now a reminder of a bad business plan to sell “Mongolian Deep-Fried ribs” or “Extra Jumbo Shrimp”.

We walked by two small stands that sold “Louisiana soul food” but they were staffed by Asian people and the noodles and chicken looked completely Asian. It had been sitting out on display for hours and was warmed over and crusty.

“You want try bourbon chicken?” a matronly Asian lady asked me while holding up a tooth-pick of brown-spiced chicken.

I instinctively looked at my brother to see if I could.

It took him a moment to realize I needed his permission. “Yes you can have one bite but thank the nice lady even if tastes exactly like General Tso’s chicken.”

Which it did.

I slide the chicken from the tooth-pick directly into my mouth “Thank you Ma’am for the chicken.”

It helped kill the acrid after-taste of cum in my mouth – the reminder of what I had done for money and the right not to strut around like this in front of my parents when we picked them up.

“You no buy? You free-load!” she scowled and both Conner and I giggled as we walked towards the public restrooms.

“You have to use the men’s bathroom,” Conner informed me apologetically.

“What?” I was confused “why sir?”

He reminded me that he had already seen me take a dump several times. I knew about today and the times they burst in on me before but I wondered if there were more I didn’t know about?

“I have to come in and supervise you cleaning up and watch you use the bathroom,” Conner sounded like he felt bad he had to make me do it but that this is just how it had to be.

“You don’t really have too,” I assured him that I would hurry out of the ladies restroom and Ted would not know. “It’s just us now,” I guaranteed him that we would not get in trouble if we stuck together.

“Sis,” he admitted he wasn’t a very good liar “The last time I lied to Ted he caught me right away and I turned red. I am afraid he will put me in a dress like Lloyd if I don’t help out.” Some teenage boys were leering at me from the knock-off Chick-Fil-A. They smiled from behind the cash register as I walked past and it surprisingly made me feel sexy and attractive – I liked the attention.

“You don’t have to do what Ted says,” I was a conflicted, confused teenage girl but I realized that my brother was an even younger, confused, conflicted, teenage boy who was also completely out of his element just like me. He was also my closest ally in all of this and I told him what I had been thinking at the t-shirt store.

“I want to contribute like you are though. Ted is cutting me in on the car-wash money plus I get paid by the hour by Odd-Jobs. I would feel so guilty if I didn’t help out,” He admitted and I nodded with a smile.

“Well Sir,” I giggled as we entered the hall-way where the bathrooms are located by the payphones. “You would make a pretty girl – I guess your name would be Connie?” I teased my brother.

“Don’t laugh,” Conner admitted he was truly worried. “I am not as handsome or confident as Lloyd. He struts around like it doesn’t bother him because he is so cool that no one thinks any less of him. They will see me as this flat-chested little faggot if I do it. I can’t even grow chin hair!”

I realized he was sensitive about it and nodded that he could take me into the men’s bathroom.

“Thanks, Ellen” he seemed relieved “I won’t put you through the same ordeal that Crystal and Savannah had to go through.”

I wish he hadn’t said that.

I felt instantly guilty that my Aunt and Cousin had gone through some sort of embarrassing situation to clean off the ice-cream and I was going to get a much lighter time of it. I had walked into the men’s bathroom at the pool but never one in a public place like this. I was already feeling nervous and skeptical at what I was doing but I stopped at the door and turned to my brother.

“No Sir,” I told him. He seemed surprised I was saying no to him and started to say something to me but I cut him off. “You won’t be able to lie to Ted and it’s not right that Crystal, Savannah and Lloyd had it hard while I get special treatment. Treat me exactly like them in here, promise?”

“You won’t like it,” Conner promised.

I instantly half-regretted my request but I told him something Ted often reminded us when we didn’t like something “Tough titty for me!”

“Okay,” Conner waited for me to open the door but sounded reluctant and like he was trying to be kind “I won’t make you do EVERYTHING they did though.”

“I am asking you Sir,” even though I was conflicted I knew I didn’t want special treatment. I think if Conner had insisted it be exactly the same or worse I might have been less inclined to insist it be that way as well – but insist I did.

There was a black man taking a piss in the urinal and he did a double-take when I walked in while he was holding his cock right there where I could see it. I was actually shocked a little but I smiled at him. He was wearing a suit and looked like a business man or a manager who worked in the mall.

There was another man in one of the stalls – tapping his foot and either heard my voice and didn’t care or didn’t realize I was a girl in the men’s room.

I have often tried to correctly describe how humiliation or embarrassment feels. There should probably be a humiliation-o-meter that goes from one where you lost a science fair to ten where you are naked in front of your Science class and have to present your project.

I feel like that still doesn’t do justice to how you feel if you have never had to do something humiliating in a place where no one expects you to do it. There is a wash of nervousness that slaps you in the face and then slowly amps up your entire body. That is your brain shaming you into stopping before it is too late. There is also a burst of adrenalin that starts to pump at the same time that your logical brain is telling you to stop and the adrenalin is there to help you run out of there. However, when you are determined to face the humiliation or you cannot avoid it – the adrenalin kicking in can actually give you a rush and send mixed-messages back to your brain that include a kind of perverted pleasure.

“Strip slut?” Conner sounded about two-feet tall and completely unsure of himself.

I turned around to look at him with a confused expression “Take off my clothes here, Sir?”

“Yes, you have to?” Conner was positive this is what Ted had done to the others but not of his ability to say these things out loud. The grown man standing at the urinal chuckled and shook his head in disbelief while continuing to piss.

I felt it was over-the-top but I told myself that the others had done it and I would do it as well. I pulled my blouse off and revealed my tits.

“Wow,” the guy at the urinal was about Ted’s age and build. He stopped his piss-flow and checked me out “You kids with your dares and initiations – or am I on candid camera?”

I smiled at him and couldn’t take my eyes off his fat-cock. It was one of the largest I had ever seen and his balls hung down very low – much lower than even Ted.

I stepped out of my skirt and bent at the waist and then kicked off my shoes before folding up my clothes to set on the bathroom counter. I didn’t know what to say to the man’s question and looked to my brother for an answer or a hint on what to say.

“Whoa? Did you shit yourself?” the man saw the chocolate ice-cream that had clung to my thighs and chuckled – trying to understand why I was undressing in front of him.

“Tell him, slut?” Conner’s orders sounded less like a suggestion and more like a question as to whether he could ask me.

“I put the ice-cream I was given in my pussy, Sir” that sounded VERY naughty without the context of the entire story “I am just here to clean-up.”

“Well, that is one hot pussy if you needed to put ice-cream in it to cool it off,” he shook his cock to end his piss and put it away. “You do know you are in the wrong restroom though?”

“I have to use the men’s room because my brother needs to make sure I clean up properly and don’t lolly-gag around in here, Sir” I parroted what Ted had told me before about being supervised.

“You don’t mind doing this in front of me?” he knew I must not have if I was already undressed but I think he wanted me to say it.

I looked at Conner for permission to respond or some sign that I should or shouldn’t mind. My brother had a panicked expression on his face. This man that was talking to me could easily have been a school teacher, a fireman or a policeman. He had a square jaw and a short-cropped hair cut and talked with authority.

Conner was like me in that we had been taught from an early age to acquiesce to authority figures and to see them as people who want to help us. We didn’t have the natural distrust and skepticism of authority that is bred into most people in the Buckman from an early age.

“No sir,” I did mind but I also knew I really had no choice now that I was already naked. “If it amuses you to watch me then I should be thankful for your attention. I’ve been a bad girl and my Uncle is shaming me into behaving more respectfully.”

“Well if I do say so,” he commented with a churlish expression “You seem to be learning a lot”

“Bend over and hold your ass cheeks apart?” Conner corrected himself “Bend over and hold your SHITTY ass cheeks apart?” his squeaky voice echoed in the tiled bathroom and only seemed to amplify his uncertainty in telling me what Ted had the other girls do.

I grimaced and despite the very luke-warm commands coming from my brother obeyed him. I bent at the waist and faced my ass towards him and then pulled my cheeks apart. He had seen me like this a few times – but I was aghast with fresh embarrassment.

“You aren’t allowed to touch your butt plug?” he was telling me as he tried to pull it out from between my ass-cheeks. He wasn’t pulling very hard and it was only making his attempt to be gentle and gingerly touch only the rubber take longer.

“It’s painful watching you do this, son” The man sounded kind as he offered Conner some advice “Say it like you mean it! Haven’t you ever ridden a horse?”

“No sir,” Conner admitted while trying to fiddle with my butt-plug without actually touching my butt cheeks. I wished he would so he could end my ordeal. I was freshly pumping cream out of my pussy as the cool air from the bathroom hit my naked, wide-open, vulnerable pussy lips and it would only be a matter of time before they both smelled my musky-pussy scent and knew I was wet.

The man was surprised Conner had never ridden a horse but shook his head. He was obviously used to a more rural existence than we were. “You don’t let the horse drive. You don’t ask it where it wants to go. You take control and the horse does not mind. Its deal with the riders is that it runs and takes you where you want to go – but you have to be the one to know where you are going! The horse actually gets nervous when they have a rider who doesn’t seem to know what he is doing and cannot take the reins.”

Conner took a deep breath and then pulled the butt-plug from my ass hard and it made a very unlady-like ‘pop’ as it came free. It also came with a definite odor of ass-sweat.

“Keep this in your mouth and don’t talk until you are spoken too, whore?” Conner’s voice was less unsure than before but still shaky. He held out the plug for me and I turned around and waited for him to put the stinky, amber-color rubber phallus in my mouth.

He waited for me to come take it – and I stretched around to comply. My nipples had grown increasingly turgid while I remained in the intensely vulgar position. I had my hands on my ass-cheeks and now the plug that had been in my butt – was in my mouth. I had sucked it out of my brother’s fingers and was holding it between my teeth.

The man had no intention of leaving at this point. The guy in the bathroom stall said nothing and I thought he might be too afraid to come out and see what was happening. He had to have heard us. At this point, all I needed was for more people to come walking in while we were doing this.

“I have to check your anus now to see if you have to poop?” Conner informed me as if warning me to prepare myself. He chose the words anus and poop very deliberately I am sure. The rest of the family would have said asshole and shit or something vulgar but my brother was still uncomfortable saying explicitly dirty words. He would have been in trouble just for saying 'poop' back home.

I think he was also trying to soften the blow of what he had to do by making it more clinical sounding so that it didn't seem as cruel and sadistic - It still felt that way and I think my little brother giving the inspection only intensified the humiliation.

There was very little I could do or say about it. “You told me to treat you like Aunt Crystal and Savannah and Ted was even more strict about it than I am being,” Conner’s tone was apologetic as if excusing his actions by reminding me that he could have been even more strict.

“Whoa,” the man seemed completely surprised. “I know a Crystal and her daughter Savannah from the Buckman, is that who you meant?” he sounded like someone who just heard you lived in Nebraska and he thinks you might know someone who also lives there.

“That is the ones I think, Sir” Conner told the man that they had just been in here 15 minutes earlier.

“Well I’ll be,” the man shook his head in disappointment. “I should have come piss a little earlier.”

I shouldn’t have been shocked that someone in this small town knew my Aunt and cousin. He didn’t say how he knew her but given her long history of men it would not have been a surprise to me if they had dated at one point.

I wasn’t exactly flattered they were both looking at my naked body bent over holding a butt plug in between my lips and now the man felt it would have been a better show if he had been here to see my Cousin and Aunt.

I also couldn’t blame him. I wasn’t as sexy as either of them and my brother was making this awkward.

I bucked my ass against his hand to remind my brother what he was supposed to do and mumbled into the gag about checking my ass please.

I felt Conner’s finger creep slowly into my backdoor. He tapped on the outside of my asshole and tried to slip it in but my ass was tight and not going to open without a little force or working it in.

I mumbled for him to wet his finger but he didn’t understand me. I spit the plug out slightly so that he could hear me “Please spit on your finger, Sir”

“Ted actually spit on their assholes,” Conner corrected me. There was no way I could have known that.

I was frustrated and told him with clenched teeth “Then do that, sir”. I had already given him permission to treat me EXACTLY like them. He wasn’t doing me any favors tapping on my butthole as if saying “Open Sesame” would grease it open for him. It was only prolonging my agony and while I am loathe to admit it – making my pussy wet.

“Don’t let her talk to you like that,” The man helping my brother insisted that he take control and have me ask nicely. “Take that plug out of your mouth with one hand and ask this young man if he will spit on your asshole nicely he way you are obviously supposed to do,.”

I did as I was told and removed my left hand from my cheek – leaving Conner’s finger still resting on the flowery nub of my asshole opening. “Please Conner sir, would you spit on my asshole so that you can check my asshole for any shit.”

I wasn’t told to reinsert the plug but put it back in my mouth and returned to holding my butt open for him.

Conner’s tone grew slightly more confident and I heard him clear his throat before spitting a slow-long loogie onto my asshole. I squirmed while he rubbed it all over the wrinkles on my asshole. “You are ALWAYS full of shit, aren’t you?” Conner was probably repeating something Ted asked the girls.

I nodded I was – what else could I say?

The guys laughed and then I felt my brother’s finger slip into my asshole easily and he began feeling around. His finger arched up and down and then he did two semi-circles. “I feel a little turd-ball in there. I thought you went right before we left the house, slut?”

I felt like I was trapped in a rotten little web of perversion. This was so nasty and the worst part was now my brother held his dirty finger under my nose and proceeded to rub it on my face to draw a little mustache “Dirty sanchez!”

“What is that?” he asked me “Is that a tear? Are you going to cry?”

I wasn’t going to cry. I think he was just repeating what he heard Ted ask. I shook my head no.

“Okay then,” Conner sounded like he was expecting a different reaction “Then you have exactly five minutes to piss and shit. I will be watching and I expect to find that turd-ball in the toilet and not have to deal with your farty-asses, I mean your ass tonight again about bathroom privileges until we get home – is that understood, bitch?”

The man with my brother shook his head that it sounded harsh but encouraged him “You seem like you got it now,” and bro-fisted my brother by bumping fists before excusing himself. “Get at it,” was his final advice.

Conner asked him if he minded doing us a favor. “My Uncle will want proof I did things the way he wanted,” He handed the man his Nintendo DS and showed him how to use the camera function.

“Can you take a picture?” my brother put his head right next to my ass and smiled really big with his thumbs up when the flash went off. I had to be a good sport about it – but it would be really ironic if I went through this ordeal to avoid telling my parents only for my Dad to look at the pictures on my brother’s Nintendo.

Conner led me by my nipples, bent over as I was, to the stall and turned me around to face him after the man handed him back his Nintendo. “You are not to sit on that toilet and make it nasty with your fucking cooties,” I was literally hearing Ted’s accent in my brother’s squeaky voice now. “Squat over there and let me see you impress me.”

He was using his little hand-held game device to time me on the toilet and snap pictures.

I looked at my brother watching me perch myself over the toilet bowl. He could see my entire pussy and asshole from the angle I was positioned in and he could see that my nipples were puffy. I could say nothing as I clenched the plug between my teeth and peed.

“Grunt real big for daddy,” Conner sounded absurd as he instructed me the way Ted must have done my Aunt and Cousin.

“Your tits aren’t normally this hard,” Conner sounded more like himself as he reached out carefully to touch one of my nipples as if I might slap his hand away. I let him reach out and touch me and shivered when he did while nodding at what he said being true.

“You aren’t going to tell mom that I touched your tits and asshole are you?” Conner wanted assurance that I wouldn’t turn HIM in. I smiled at him while gripping the plug and made a face that told him obviously I had no intention of telling on him – or myself.

“Aunt Crystal can talk with that plug in her mouth,” Conner watched my piss drip slowly from my open pussy. His tone implied that I should be able to as well.

“Weff,” I was afraid I might drop it “I amff nofff that goodfff at it, Suh” I mumbled through my clenched teeth. I was shaking while holding my body above the toilet bowl.

My thoughts were on the man in the stall next to us. He had surely heard all of this – what must he be thinking?

“Do you mind the taste of it – the plug after it’s been up your butt?” He asked me with genuine curiosity. I could tell he wasn’t asking questions that Ted had asked. My brother’s curiosity knew no bounds and never was he more curious than about things he couldn’t possibly need to know.

I thought about it for a moment. It didn’t taste like shit. The plug tasted more like sucking on silicon and ice-cream than it did anything else. I nodded that I didn’t mind it.

“Can I taste it?” he asked very innocently.

He was in charge of me – of course he could taste it if he really wanted too. I nodded that he could and waited for him to take it from my mouth.

“Can you dip it back in before you go? I’ll give you an extra minute worth of time if you won’t tell Ted I did that.” He saw the look of confusion on my face and clarified “I want to see what it tastes like right after it came out of your ass.”

I raised an eyebrow curiously at him and with a wry grin held myself in place with one hand resting on the toilet paper dispenser and used my right to reach under myself and put the plug a few inches into my ass. “You are sure you want to do this, Sir?”

My brother took the plug after I handed it to him and held it like a shot-glass. He pulled his head back and sucked on it while I giggled at him. He looked as humiliated as I felt. I probably looked like such a slut holding that thumb-shaped dildo in my mouth.

“If I had known you wanted a taste test I would have saved some of that guy’s cum for you, Sir.” I spoke to my brother in a much more casual tone than the more formal and obedient way I had been talking but I still called him sir.

“I can’t believe you did that,” He told me that my Aunt practically begged Ted to go back and make sure I was okay.

“She was worried about me, Sir?” I smiled at the thought that she actually cared. She seemed like such a veteran of sexual escapades that she probably thought I was well over-due to try it.

“All three of them wanted to come back and get you,” Conner admitted that Lloyd and Savannah were worried as well. “The only one who was on Ted’s side was Ryan – He told them you could handle yourself. I thought he liked you?”

“I CAN handle myself, Sir.” I smirked and changed the subject “If you keep watching me though I am going to run out of time before I can poo.”

“You have three minutes and twenty seconds with the extra minute I gave you,” Conner put the plug back into my mouth “You have to do it where I can see it drop out. I am going to take a picture for Uncle Ted.”

That was the first time I heard Conner call him Uncle Ted as well.

I wanted to roll my eyes at him. He had seen me sitting on the toilet and watched me pee before but he had never seen the actual turd drop out of my ass before – no one had. I cannot tell you how disgusted and humiliated I was to be in this position but at the same time – my pussy was wet and I was still aroused. I was holding myself wide open over the bowl but my own need for privacy and decorum was preventing me from shitting like some kind of beast.

“You have less than two minutes now, Sis” Conner cautioned me nervously that he didn’t know what the punishment should be if I didn’t finish in time – but he cannot bring me back with shit in my asshole. “Ted checked them after they finished!”

I wanted to ask if that included Lloyd but with the plug in my mouth and the tip of the turd in my asshole starting to crest I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but straining to get it out. I would not have had to go to the bathroom right now ordinarily and it was taking extreme effort to get this little turd ball out.

Conner told me it was “Turtling” – popping in a little and popping out a little. I imagine he learned this term from Ted but I didn’t want to ask. A random squirt of piss splashed the toilet bowl and then most of it came out.

I think the most embarrassing thing was the crackling sound as I forced the tiny little poop nugget out of my ass.

It was hanging there between my ass cheeks dangling. I didn’t want to but I wiggled my butt a few times until it dropped with a humiliating splash from 2 feet above the bowl.

“All out?” Conner looked relieved that I had time to spare and I nodded yes. He told me to stand up and turn around “Get in the position from earlier and hold your ass cheeks apart in the stall.”

Conner warned me before he spit again on my dirty asshole and pushed his finger in. He turned it up then down then wriggled it around. “You don’t have any more pee to do?”

“No sir, I don’t think so,” I answered him as casually as I could with the plug in my mouth.

“You better know so because no more bathroom breaks until after you get home,” Conner sounded stricter as he informed “Go wash your legs and your ass real good in the sink and then re-insert your butt plug. Then I will tell you when you can get dressed.”

“Thank youff sir,” I said around the butt plug and remained bent over “Aren’t you going to lead me out by my niffles?” I was not sure if this was a test or Conner had just forgot.

“Oh yeah,” he sounded unsure of himself again and grabbed my nipples the way he might have grabbed a cows udders – with both hands and pulled me out of the stall.

“You sure are lucky no one else walked in here,” Conner was in the middle of telling me about the people who walked in on my cousins and Aunt while I washed myself off in the sink and looked at my naked body in the mirror.

I looked surprisingly good despite all the spankings. My skin was starting to bronze a little and I felt warm and rosy all over despite being naked. I smiled at myself and ignored the butt plug in my mouth as I washed my legs. The cool water splashing on my clit sent shivers up my spine and I briefly considered trying to touch myself for sexual relief and making Conner think I was just cleaning myself.

“Yep, you sure are lucky though,” Conner was not really paying attention to what I was doing as he told me how the others went to the bathroom.

That is when I noticed – my clothes were missing.