Pool Party Pleasures - a Samantha's Shame Story by Delta Venus Copyright 2009 My name is Samantha, Sam for short. This is yet another installment in the journal my bitch sister Betsy is making me write, detailing all the humiliating things she has done, and is doing, to me. She has been leaving me alone more than in the past, ever since she put the chastity belt on me (see "Sam Takes A Belt"), probably to get me to beg her to release me, or at least let me pleasure myself. I have been incredibly horny, but I'm trying very hard not to give her the satisfaction of begging to get off. I know better than to beg to have the belt removed, she'd never go for it, and it would most likely piss her off, which would be bad news for me. My new boyfriend Paul has been a bit of a chore, he is very clingy and wants to hang around constantly. Part of me likes the attention, but I hate getting turned on when I can't do anything about it without involving my sister, so having him around is also very frustrating. We tried manipulating the chastity belt to see if we could get around it, or if I could get off with it on, and had no luck at all. Even pressing a very strong vibrator against the cool plastic wasn't enough to get me off, it just made me horny as hell, with no relief in site. This means I've limited our makeout sessions quite a bit. I have had two orgasms since the belt went on. I broke down and begged Betsy several times to let me play with myself, but she said no except for once when her boyfriend Jack was over, and once when my boyfriend Paul was over. She seemed to really enjoy teasing Paul with what he wasn't allowed to have, making me show off in very lewd fashion for quite some time, a posing session worthy of Hustler or some even dirtier porn rag. In front of her and Jack it was more the usual show and tell, with me masturbating and her giving him a handjob while they both watched me get off. My orgasms both times were very intense, likely because I hadn't cum in weeks. They were so incredible they were almost worth the torment of not being able to cum for so long. Almost. Usually when Betsy leaves me alone for any length of time I figure she is up to something, planning some adventure for me that I'll find terribly embarrassing, a situation I'll both love and hate. This time I was lulled into a false sense of security, thinking that she was only leaving me alone so that I'd be forced to beg her for sexual release. You would think I'd have learned by now, but I haven't. Her plan involved a pool party for friends, set for a weekend when our parents were scheduled to be out of town. I found out about the party the day before. At that point I still wasn't worried, I figured Betsy would be too busy having a good time with her friends, and that they weren't the sort of people she would enjoy tormenting me in front of. I figured wrong. I knew I'd blown it the day of the party after my parents had left, that I should have begged to go with my parents, or made some other plans to get the hell out of the house, when Betsy told me I'd better be at the party, or else. Dammit! Usually I don't argue with my sister, she always gets her way, and she is scary. This time I just couldn't help myself. "Betsy! How can I be at your pool party, wearing this fucking belt! It isn't a swimsuit, all your friends will know that right away!" "That is right, they aren't stupid, like your friends. They will figure it out. Deal with it!" "Fuck, Betsy! I've gone along with your crazy shit, but you've kept people we know out of it! I can't parade in front of all those people we know in a god damned chastity belt!" "Yes, you can. You had better lower your fucking voice, and address me with some fucking respect, or I will do things to you that you've never even dreamed of in your worst nightmares. Things that will hurt, not just humiliate. You will parade around in front of everyone, and not only will you be wearing the chastity belt, it will be the only thing you'll be wearing! Got it, bitch?! GOT IT?!" There was a menace in her tone that shook me, it rattled down my spinal column, and caused severe bubbles in my stomach. I gave the only answer I could. "OK." I felt like I had just lost my best friend, I was crestfallen. I knew a lot of Betsy's friends, and they in turn knew me, and a lot of my friends. My secret was going to be out, there would be no holding it back, and everyone I knew would know I was a slut. Not just your ordinary slut, either, but a slut enslaved by her sister, and forced to wear a chastity belt. My life was over! "Don't look so fucking depressed, bitch, you'll bring me down on party day. If it makes you feel any better, none of my normal friends will be here. This is another college bash, paying off the nerd who programmed that wonderful cell phone you had to use in the park." (see "There's An App For That") It did make me feel better. Strange that I should look forward to wandering around topless, wearing only a tight fitting piece of plastic covering my pussy, in front of total strangers, but it beat the hell out of doing it in front of a lot of people I knew! Betsy let me go up to my room, but told me that once the party was underway, I had better not be wearing anything but the belt, and I had better come down and join in the fun around the pool - or else. I hid in my bedroom, reading a magazine, and heard many guests arriving for the party as the afternoon progressed. The noise level around the pool began to pick up, and it actually sounded like a pretty good bash was underway. I would have been looking forward to it, if I didn't have to make a spectacle of myself. I finally decided I'd been hiding long enough, and if I stayed in my room I was going to piss Betsy off, which I did not want to do. I took off my clothes, leaving the damn belt on, not that I could take it off myself since I didn't know the combinations to the locks on either side of my mound. I felt more naked than if I had been completely undressed, the belt seemed to emphasize my exposure, and was itself an eye-catcher, drawing more attention than a normal bikini bottom or thong underwear would have. I was embarrassed to see that my nipples were poking out, hard. The idea of being exposed in such a humiliating manner was taking its usual toll on my body. I was getting horny at the thought of everyone staring, even as it made me horribly uncomfortable. I wish I could get used to being demeaned and humiliated in public, to being reduced to a sexual object in front of strange people, but I never do. It is always horribly embarrassing, and I react to the embarrassment by getting incredibly turned on. Total feedback loop, because being so turned on embarasses me further, which turns me on even more, and so on and so forth. Betsy knows it, and really gets her jollies watching my reactions. Bitch. I went downstairs, and people were everywhere in the house, both guys and gals. I got more than a few stares, mostly from the guys, the girls seemed to want to look at anything but my near nakedness. Every eyeball fastened on the chastity belt almost immediately, each intense stare seemed to push the plastic cup covering my pussy harder against my clit, more than the usual pressure the tight fitting device constantly applied, and I was really starting to get juicy under there. I went out by the pool, figuring I'd look a little less conspicuous in that setting. I was surprised to see another girl was topless, and that actually helped me to relax a little bit. The party was in full swing, and everyone was obviously feeling good, and some were feeling no pain. Betsy spotted me instantly. "Good! I won't have to go upstairs and get you, come on and join the party!" She had a drink in her hand, and it obviously wasn't her first, or even her third. Jack was sitting next to her, but that wasn't keeping her from flirting with some of the other guys. She looked good in her french cut one piece, and the guys were enjoying the view, and the flirting, and Jack was looking a little out of place and uncomfortable. My arrival drew attention away from Betsy, which Jack seemed very pleased about. The guys weren't trying to hide anything, they assessed my topless form very openly and casually, except for one nerdy dude with coke-bottle glasses on, and a white blob of zinc oxide on his nose. The nerd wasn't just looking, he was staring, hard. First he couldn't take his eyes off my tits, then he registered the chastity device, and he couldn't stop staring right at the thin slit cut into the front. His stares were tangible, I could almost feel them physically touching me, and it made my nipples pop out even harder than they already were, and my pussy was tingling like it had been rubbed with nettles or pepper spray. I felt a few drops of my dew drip out around the plastic cup, which made me blush intensely, sure that everyone there could see that my pussy was dripping like a leaky faucet. "Wow," said the nerd. "What the hell is that thing? I've never seen a plastic bikini bottom before!" Betsy spared my having to answer, saying "That's so none of you perverts can take advantage of my little sister. She wants to play grown-up, and I want to let her, but if she gets too drunk you fuckers might take advantage. This way she can party, and still be safe with all you horny dicks!" She laughed, and all the guys hanging around her laughed along with her. I wasn't sure if they thought it was funny, or if they were just laughing because she was, and they wanted to impress her. "Go ahead and get a beer or something, Sam. You're allowed." I wandered away from the little cult of Betsy worship, over to the coolers by the side of the house, and grabbed a beer. Maybe I wouldn't feel so self-conscious if I got a little buzzed. I noticed I had gathered a small following, a couple of the guys who had been hanging around Betsy were now following me, focused on my exposed ass, which I had nearly forgotten was hanging out for all to see. The belt only covered the front door, not the back, so they all were getting quite a view. I shuddered thinking about it, I felt even more exposed than when I had stripped on stage in front of the football frat party. (see "Birthday Bash") Betsy hadn't said anything about what I was supposed to do or not do, so I quickly thought about getting in the pool. I could hide my lower half under water, where it wouldn't be so exposed, and any juices running from my over-excited honey hole wouldn't show! Brilliant! I didn't even hesitate for a moment, if Betsy didn't like it, she would tell me, and I'd get back out. She seemed quite occupied, though, so I wasn't worried about it at all and I jumped right in. I felt better almost immediately. The water was warm and soothing, and I felt a lot less exposed. Even better I had shucked most of the unwanted male attention, only one of the guys who had followed me over to the coolers jumped in with me, the others wandered off to chat up some of the other ladies, they must not have wanted to get wet. A few monosyllabic responses to the remaining hanger-on, Uh huh, nuh huh, yep, nope, and he finally got bored, and wandered off himself, looking for easier prey. Relief at last! I felt good, I wasn't on display any more, no one was staring at me, and I was starting to catch a buzz from the beer. I stayed like that in the pool, hanging out near the edge for more cover, only getting out to fetch more beer, and I quickly started grabbing more than one so I wouldn't have to get out as often. I was actually starting to enjoy the party! I was hauling my buzzed ass out of the pool to make another beer run when it happened. I had drifted over a few feet from where I had been hanging out, and wound up in front of one of the water jets that keep the circulation going. As I hauled out of the pool, the jet hit me right between the legs, and forced straight through the narrow slit in the plastic that allows me to pee without taking off the device. It sent a shockwave through my whole body, I felt like someone had started nibbling right on my clit! Intense! It had been more than a week since I had been allowed to cum, and the stimulation wouldn't have had to be very strong for me to react, but it was VERY strong, and my reaction was off the chart. I held still for just a moment, and I started shaking with a mindblowing orgasm! It only took seconds, and I was cumming like a mink in heat! Whew! I looked around quickly, but no one seemed to notice, so I hauled out quickly, went and grabbed a couple more beers, and jumped back in the pool right by the jet. I didn't plan on it, but I had found a way to get off without taking off the damn chastity belt, no more begging Betsy in order to pleasure myself! I had to keep it a secret, or Betsy would find a way to ruin my fun. I kept a close eye on everyone, sipped my beers, and every so often I would move over in front of the jet, and let the pulsing water pound my lips through the tight slit. It was awesome! I came and came and came, letting each orgasm wash over me like a raging river. I was nervous as hell about getting caught, but I couldn't resist, I just kept hitting that jet over and over, looking around like a paranoid meth freak in the interludes. After a few times, it started taking a little longer to reach climax, but it felt just as intensely wonderful as the first time, so I was still hooked. It did mean it was riskier, as the longer I took, the longer someone had the opportunity to notice what I was doing, and I would have had a very hard time pulling away in the middle of the fun, it was just too sensational to quit before getting all the way to the top of the ride. Of course, I got caught. I had pressed up against the jet a little more tightly than I had been, bucking my hips with the pulses, which really lit my rockets. I was flushed, my nipples felt like they might pop right off my heaving tits, and my clit was exploding. It took every ounce of my willpower not to scream out, and I bit my lip to help me not vocalize the intensity of what I was feeling. I was just coming down from the last convulsive wave, which had felt like it started at my toes and ended at the t0p of my head, lighting every nerve fiber in my being on fire, when I looked up at the house, and saw Jack in the window watching me. I knew he had seen what I was doing, he had a shit eating grin on his face that made it obvious. Busted! What the fuck was I going to do? Jack solved my problem for me. He came outside, knelt down and whispered "We should go and talk somewhere in private..." "What about Betsy?" "She's way to busy enjoying herself to notice, or give a shit what either of us does, come on up to her room. Now." He walked off into the house. I pulled myself out of the pool, and wandered into the house after him, dripping wet all the way up the stairs. I went to Betsy's room, and Jack was there waiting. "You know you can't fuck me, and if Betsy catches us she will fuck you up, right after she kicks my ass, so what the hell do you want?" "You know as well as I do that you aren't supposed to cum unless Betsy lets you. What do you think she'll do when she finds out what you've been doing with the pool jets, huh?" Fuck. He was right. But what did that matter now? "I just want a handjob. Jack me off like Betsy does, while I look at you, and I'll never say a word." This was some fucked up shit, but it was a better deal than getting busted by Betsy. "OK, but that is as far as it goes. If we get caught, we are dust!" Jack pulled down his trunks, and released a raging boner. I could see it throbbing with his heartbeat, and it was standing almost straight up. I had just taken hold of it, feeling the heat of so much blood in one place, when my new boyfriend Paul opened the door and came in. "If he gets a handjob, I get one, too! Otherwise I'll narc you both out to Betsy!" Obviously he had seen what was going on, and had been listening at the door. Well, fair is fair. If I'm going to jack off my sister's boyfriend, I should be willing to jack off my own boyfriend, right? How do I get myself into these situations? "OK, Paul, that is only fair. Drop trou, lets get this party going, before we are missed, and Betsy gets pissed!" Paul yanked his trunks down, and his cock, only starting to rise to the occasion, was bigger and beefier than Jack's. I suddenly realized, although I'd seen his cock before, that my boyfriend was hung like a horse! I took his dick in my other hand, and started jacking both of them. They were quickly breathing hard, and their stares never left my jiggly boobs, which were jumping up and down in time with the pumping I was giving to their dicks. Within a few minutes, they were both grunting, and then two hard cocks were shooting stream after stream of semen across my tits. They shot quite a lot of cum, I was dripping with it. I quickly rubbed it into my skin. It felt great on my tits, warm and sticky, better than the most expensive skin lotion I'd ever used. I wondered if it would be good for my skin, too. Watching me rub it in had Paul hard again almost instantly, while Jack was going to take some time to recover. "Sorry, Paul, you'll have to deal with that yourself. We need to get back to the party before Betsy misses us." I playfully flicked the head of his dick before he pulled up his trunks. I was back down the stairs in a flash, and back in the pool. This time I stayed away from the jet, and just enjoyed the water and my last beer. Betsy never had a clue what happened, she was still being the queen bee of the party, buzzing here and there, followed by a cloud of horny dudes. She'll obviously find out about what happened from this journal, but she hasn't been reading them so far, just making sure I'm writing something. I'm still too nervous to not write down the truth, as she warned me if I didn't write down everything, and she found out I held back, I would regret it. Eventually I'll be busted, and I'll have to pay the price. Jack will, too, which makes me feel a little better about my future predicament - at least I won't be alone. I figure getting busted for the handjobs will probably suck, but it will suck less than getting caught not telling the truth about what happened. In the meantime, I have my secret - I can cum! ▲♀ http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/