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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 tyring 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 embarrasses 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 wanderd 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!


             DV

http://deltavenus.smutisp.com/

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