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Cheerleader Summer
By Anonymous (an267122@anon.penet.fi)

***

Tim becomes obsessed with his buddies older sister to 
the extent that they both blackmail her into doing 
things that were down right nasty. (mf-teens/F, FF, 
inc, voy, reluc, orgy)

***
 
This happened several years ago back when my friend Tim 
and I were both Juniors in High School. He had a 20-
year-old sister who looked as good or better than most 
Playboy girls; she had been a cheerleader in High 
School and the prom Queen and a homecoming Queen for a 
local college. 

She was 5'8" and high-waisted, so she had extremely 
long, legs. Her golden blonde hair was kind of wavy and 
reached to her shoulder blades, and she had bright 
green eyes. Tim once heard her brag to someone on the 
phone that her measurements were 38-22-32. She also had 
olive-tinged skin, so she had a sort of permanent tan 
look.

Maybe you can understand why we would get obsessed with 
her during the summer when she was usually wearing 
short shorts, minis, cutoff tops, or her favorite 
bright yellow monokini and other sexy swimsuits. We 
would take turns telling each other really mean and 
nasty fantasies starring her. 

You know how often you'll read about the centerfolds, 
and you read that they're as sweet and wonderful as 
they look and so unpretentious? Well, Staci was exactly 
the opposite - stuck-up, cruel, and insulting, and 
that's why we mistreated her in our fantasies.

She would always put down Tim and make fun of him in 
front of her friends. Other boys started picking on 
Tim, because Staci was such a tease, and they wanted to 
score points with her. And girls mostly ignored him. 
They wanted to stay on Staci's good side and hang 
around with her, because that's where so many boys 
were. 

Since I was his only friend, I got treated pretty much 
the same way by her crowd. But when I'd moved here in 
sixth grade, I was shy and all alone, and Tim had 
become my best friend. That was before girls really 
mattered. But I always had fun with him, and I wasn't 
going to be a traitor to him now.

The summer after our Junior year was especially bad. 
Staci was back at home, and two of her friends from 
college were staying with us all summer. They were 
cheerleaders at one of the large Florida universities, 
so they were as popular as Staci and as mean to Tim and 
me as she was. 

The night before everything started, Tim and I had been 
on a double date with a couple of cute girls a year 
older than we were. Staci ruined that by having some of 
her boyfriends start a fight with us and two others 
leave with our dates. 

The next day our Staci fantasies didn't even cheer us 
up until Tim got the idea. He asked if we could borrow 
some of my dad's video cameras. My dad was an 
amateur/semipro photographer who tapes weddings and 
other special events for people. I knew that he 
wouldn't mind if we were careful.

Tim said that Staci was at work that afternoon and that 
her girlfriends had gone down to Galveston for the day 
and wouldn't be home until dinnertime. I don't know why 
we never thought of this sooner. We hid two cameras in 
the bushes outside Staci's room and adjusted the 
curtains so that they had an unobstructed view. Between 
the two of them, almost the whole room was covered. We 
also adjusted the blinds of her bathroom so that there 
was a little gap at the bottom, and we aimed a third 
camera through the gap and at the shower. 

We were hoping to catch them each nude, and our plan 
was to make copies to sell. As gorgeous as they were 
and as much as they teased so many boys, we decided 
that we could easily take orders for more than 50 tapes 
and charge $50 or even $100 per tape. Besides, we hoped 
that having nude videos circulating among all of the 
boys around would knock them off their pedestals a 
little.

We were watching TV when Staci got home a little after 
6:00. We'd set timers on the cameras to start at 6:00, 
so we knew it must be a good omen. Staci went into her 
bedroom. We heard the door lock and the shower start 
shortly after that. No screams or anything - another 
very good sign! The shower had been off for about ten 
minutes when the other two got home. 

Tim told them that we were going over to my house for 
dinner and to stay the night. The idea was that they 
would be less inhibited if they knew we weren't around. 
On the way to my house, we were talking about what we 
would see and wondered if they'd invite some boys over 
so we could videotape an orgy ... but we didn't really 
anticipate that.

The tapes were scheduled to run out about midnight, and 
we kept checking the clock, awaiting that moment all 
night. About 12:30, we snuck over to retrieve the 
tapes. The house was dark, and the cameras were still 
where we'd left them. We were really excited by what we 
knew must be on them, and we went back to my home and 
got the tapes set up in dad's workshop. 

We were rewarded at the very start as Staci walked into 
her room. She had on a short blue skirt and a light, 
transparent blouse. She took off her top and her bra 
and began playing with her spectacular breasts a little 
as she walked to the closet. That already guaranteed 
this tape a spot on the local hot list, and we were 
comparing her top with some famous playmates. Then she 
really surprised us; you could see one of her hands 
disappear and begin groping under her skirt. My heart 
skipped a beat or two while I tried to remember how to 
breathe.

At the closet, Staci pulled down her skirt, hung it up 
and then slid her panties down those long, luscious 
legs and into a laundry basket. Then she faced the 
mirror and watched as her self-pleasuring intensified. 
Our cameras had a rear view and kind of a side view, 
and Staci blocked the mirror, but there was no question 
what was going on. 

Abruptly, she stopped, slipped off her shoes and headed 
to the shower. That camera captured her heading in, and 
we fast-forwarded the three tapes to the point where 
she stepped back out. She did just what we wanted her 
to - she stood on the small rug outside the shower and 
toweled off, directly in the path of our camera.

Then, she cocked her head, wrapped the towel around her 
body, and headed to the other room. She opened the 
door, and the other two walked in. As Staci began to 
close the door, Nikki yanked the towel from her body, 
and Staci's body language screamed, trying to get 
behind the door. The other two laughed, and we guessed 
that they were telling Staci that Tim and I had left 
for the night. (We would find out the next day when we 
retrieved the recorder and microphone that we'd hid in 
the room to capture what all they said.) 

Nikki and Jennifer each gave Staci's breasts a squeeze, 
and they pulled their extra-large T-shirts off over 
their heads. Nikki was standing there in a tiny, pink 
bikini, and Jennifer had on a floral one, but they both 
stripped and headed for the shower. Staci returned to 
the closet.

This was perfect; we had a private, nude tape of three 
of the most sexy, gorgeous women we'd ever seen (in 
person or in magazines). It almost made up for how 
rotten they'd been treating us. But then it got better. 
Nikki and Jen stepped into the shower together, and 
Staci got going in front of the mirror again. After 
just a couple of minutes, she went to the bathroom and 
slid open the sliding shower door. 

Nikki and Jen were kissing passionately. Staci kind of 
pulled Nikki out and down between her legs, and Jen 
followed her out and began kissing Staci. Without 
dwelling on all of the details, they did the kinds of 
things that girls can do with their tongues and fingers 
to each other ... right in front of our camera! Then 
they went to Staci's bed to do it all again.

They never did bother to get dressed. They sat around 
and talked, caressing each other. They turned on the 
stereo and danced, too. They eventually left the room. 
After a couple of hours of tape had passed, Jen came 
running into the room with Nikki and Staci chasing her. 
They got her on the bed, and she and Nikki began 
wrestling and tickling each other while Staci stood off 
to the side and played with herself. Then Staci joined 
them on the bed and got them to lick her. (She always 
had to be in charge!) Finally, Staci got up and turned 
out the lights.

Tim and I knew that we had a runaway bestseller here! 
We would merge the tapes into one and combine it with 
the audio. We argued how much to charge ($500 seemed 
appropriate to us but probably wouldn't generate enough 
business), and we speculated what this would do to 
Staci's Goddess Queen role.

The next morning (okay, afternoon, because we had been 
up late and slept until past 1:00), we retrieved the 
audio tape from Staci's bedroom. We were anxious to 
begin our editing, and we really didn't care that much 
about the sound, but we wanted to get it before Staci 
or her friends found it. We played it while we did our 
editing. Most of it was just dirty talking or moaning, 
but there were about thirty minutes, when they were 
lying around in the bedroom talking, which were more 
important than the video!

During those thirty minutes, the girls ridiculed and 
insulted all of the men who seemed stuck to them. They 
laughed so hard that it we couldn't hear all of the 
comments, but the message was clear: they thought that 
the men were only good for teasing and using to get 
dinner and presents and for running errands; they also 
thought that the only lovers worth anything were other 
women. 

Then they tore into the other girls who were their 
friends - rating each one of them and identifying each 
one's flaws, always comparing the others to themselves 
as the top of the scale for physical perfection. It was 
Tim who saw the potential in the tape and said that he 
didn't want to sell it to anyone. I was confused until 
he explained his plan, and then I was convinced.

We spent nearly a week merging and editing the four 
tapes, and we ended with a little more than three hours 
of video. We set our plan to begin on Saturday morning. 
We knew that Nikki and Jen were going to visit San 
Antonio for the weekend. 

Tim's parents were out of the country all summer, so we 
were set. We were watching TV at about 10:30 in the 
morning when Staci came out of her room. She was 
gorgeous. She had on a T-shirt that ended several 
inches above the top of her tight blue jeans, and she 
was barefoot. Like always, I wanted to wrap my arms 
around her and kiss her, but she made some nasty 
comment about hating to start her day by seeing garbage 
like us, and that reinforced my resolve towards our 
plan.

Tim told her that he wanted her to wear a skirt today 
and to go take off her jeans. It kind of shocked her 
that Tim would try to give her an order, and she swore 
at us as she walked off. Tim said to wait, because he 
had something she should see. We began the VCR; the 
tape was already forwarded to the scene of the three of 
them in bed. 

I have to admit that Staci is very smart, and she 
recognized immediately what was going on. She didn't 
say anything as we played part of that scene and then 
forwarded to their frank discussion about boys. Staci 
understood the significance of what this tape would do 
to her status among her worshipers. Tim asked if she 
wanted to see the whole three hour show, and she told 
him no.

Tim ordered her again: "didn't I tell you to take those 
pants off?" Staci stood up and tried to bargain with 
us. The transformation was amazing to watch and was so 
sudden that it could have given us a whiplash. Instead 
of the cold, nasty Staci, she aimed all of her charm at 
us. 

"I get it. So I apologize for being so mean to you - I 
didn't know how clever you really were. And I promise 
to be nice to you from now on. And if I let you order 
me around for the day, or how about the whole weekend 
to make it even better, then you'll let me have the 
tape, right?" Her voice carried the coy, teasing sense 
of promise that she used to persuade her boyfriends to 
let her always have her way.

Tim shook his head harshly. "No, you don't understand. 
You're going to follow all of our orders forever, and 
you never get the tape, but all of your friends here 
and at school in Florida will get a copy if you don't 
do what we say. Now this is my last warning: take off 
the pants!"

She looked frightened for a moment, and then she slowly 
undid her pants, peeled them down her legs, and stepped 
out of them. Her tiny, bright red panties stood out and 
shined against her tanned legs. We could see some of 
the lighter area normally covered by her bikini and the 
top of her pubic hair. "Satisfied?" she asked. Her 
voice was regaining its natural tone of scorn towards 
us. She turned around once; the panties did nothing to 
cover her fine ass, and I wanted to go caress it.

Tim walked over to her. "No, I've changed my mind about 
you wearing a skirt," and he pulled her panties down to 
the floor. She kept her attitude of pride and arrogance 
as she just stepped out of them and put her hands on 
her hips. "So is this how you've decided to get a 
date?" she spitted. We didn't answer, but I got up and 
walked over to her. 

Together we took off her top and her bra. Staci's 
brashness seemed to melt as he clothes disappeared. She 
was a tease no longer, but now a gorgeous, sexy woman 
ready to do anything we commanded - make that a 
gorgeous, sexy, NUDE, woman. Her magnificent breasts 
mesmerized us, and we began kissing them.

We think that Staci was getting excited; she would say 
that it was just an act. Either way, I know that we 
surprised her when we both stopped, and I sat back down 
in the chair. Tim told her to go lie across my lap. Now 
I know that Tim and Staci's parents never spanked 
either of them, but Staci clearly understood our 
intentions, and I saw a flash of panic on her face. 

She dropped to her knees in front of Tim, begging him 
not to spank her... that she would do anything to avoid 
it. He reached down without saying anything, took a 
handful of her hand, and slowly made her stand back up. 
Then, he turned her around and gave her a little push 
in my direction.

She was still begging wildly, and her hands had crept 
around to cover her behind, but she kept walking 
towards me. When she got to me, she looked into my eyes 
for help. I put my hands on her waist and lowered her 
over my knees. I was astonished at how scared she was 
of a spanking and how all of her defiance had vanished 
in the face of this threat. 

Tim went to his room, and I began moving my hand around 
and around on Staci's tight cheeks. I marveled at how 
they fit so nicely into the cup of my hand, at how 
smooth and soft and tender they were. All the time, 
Staci was repeating "oh, that feels good, don't stop, 
please don't hurt me." I was getting hypnotized by her 
quiet pleas, the desire in her voice, and the feel of 
her hot, sexy body on my lap and under my hands.

Suddenly, I began spanking her to break the spell. She 
wailed and rolled off my lap. She sat on the floor in 
front of me, crying, begging me to stop. I was 
captivated by the way her breasts jiggled with each of 
her sobs. Tim had returned from his room, and he took a 
picture of her there. 

"The lap or the tapes," he reminded her. Still 
whimpering, she slowly climbed back onto my lap. This 
time, I reached down so I could play with her breasts 
as I rubbed her bottom a little, and then I resumed her 
spanking. She kept trying to put her hands behind her 
to block my blows and to rub away the sting, so Tim 
held her hands in front of her.

After her bottom was totally red and my hand was 
getting sore, Tim sat and told her to lie across his 
lap. He was waving a hard plastic ruler. That's when 
she broke down and abandoned any remaining remnant of 
her superiority attitude. She knew that she wasn't a 
Queen or a Goddess anymore but just a naughty girl who 
was getting twenty years of punishment in a single 
sitting. She realized that she couldn't bargain or 
tease or beg her way out of anything; that tape made 
her into a slave.

She got on Tim's lap without any more orders or 
threats, but she couldn't stop the flow of tears. Every 
whack from the ruler was met by a fresh scream, and she 
began kicking her legs. I kneeled down, got a hold of 
each of her legs and clamped each of her knees on a 
shoulder - with my head between her thighs. I was very 
satisfied with my view!

When Tim finished, he had Staci stand up so he could 
take pictures of her from the front and back. She 
didn't bother to argue; her attitude and her dignity 
were gone. We ordered her to stop bawling and to do the 
oral sex thing on each of us. I didn't have anything to 
compare it with at the time, but I was certain that she 
was giving us everything she had to satisfy us so we 
would stop punishing us. 

We had her take a shower (while we watched), and we let 
her put on her makeup and jewelry but not any of her 
clothes. For the rest of the day, we had her clean 
around the house and get things for us. That night, I 
had sex with her - Tim didn't want to go that far with 
his own sister. This was quickly making up for the 
years of mistreatment that we'd had.

We kept Staci nude again Sunday morning, until we 
decided to use one of my recurring fantasies of playing 
doll with her. She was the doll. Boys were always 
giving her sexy lingerie as presents, hoping that she 
would wear it for them (in their dreams!), but Staci 
kept it and had drawers full of it. We got it all out 
and had a fashion show. 

Tim and I would dress her in an outfit, and she would 
walk around and model it for us. I had just removed her 
transparent body suit (Tim got to dress her, I got to 
undress her), and she was standing there nude, waiting 
for the next item.

Tim chose the next item from the pile - some emerald 
green, crotchless panties, and he put them on her. He 
paused, then asked her to show us how she plays with 
herself so that we could learn to do it the way she 
likes it. This really embarrassed Staci, but she was 
now in the habit of obeying our demands. She started 
slowly, and then her free hand began pinching her 
nipples as she got going. Tim and I took over after a 
little while, and I believe she was having as much fun 
as we were.

After that, Staci and I got in the Jacuzzi together, 
and I soaped her all over, washed her off, and then had 
her suck on me again. We spent the rest of the day on 
the couch kissing and me fondling her. I had her put on 
a denim miniskirt so that she could cover her bruises 
when her friends got home, but I kept it bunched up at 
her waist until then. 

Tim had gone off to the craft store to get some things 
to prepare for tonight, but now he was just watching 
us. He was enjoying seeing his sister having to act 
slutty instead of arrogant and condescending. Besides, 
he knew that his fun would be arriving later.

When Nikki and Jen got home, they knew immediately that 
something strange had happened while they were away; 
Staci was making out and showing off with the two most 
contemptible boys on her list. We'd given Staci the 
plan for the night, and she told Nikki and Jen to sit 
down, because we had something that they needed to see. 
We restarted the tape at the same place as the day 
before. 

Nikki screamed as soon she saw their three luscious 
bodies frolicking on the bed, and she stood up like she 
was going to attack one of us, but Staci shouted for 
her to sit down and watch. We played the same scenes as 
before.

These two weren't as sharp as Staci and didn't get it 
right away.

They were furious at us for taping them and demanded 
the tape. Nikki was swearing at us, and Jen started to 
stomp out of the room. It was Staci who got them to 
calm down and see the predicament that they were in. We 
told them to undress. Jen started right away with some 
comment about how everyone's always after her body but 
that she never had imagined that she'd be showing it to 
a couple of nerds. (She still didn't perceive what they 
were in for.)

In the time it took for Jen to completely strip, Nikki 
had just gotten her shirt off. I went over to help her 
with her bra, and she jerked away from me and continued 
on her own, glaring at me the whole time. Tim was 
kissing Jen and rubbing her body, and Nikki was down to 
her high-cut, turquoise, mesh panties. I started 
playing with her breasts, and we kissed. As I rolled 
her panties down below her bottom, she grabbed me 
tighter and French-kissed me. They thought that they 
knew our plans and that this would satisfy us and earn 
them the tape.

Tim and I drew back and said that they had to wait, 
that there would be time for this after they were 
punished for being so rotten here so far. They looked 
confused until Staci pulled down her skirt to stand 
naked and show them her marks. That worried them. We 
told them that they didn't deserve as much punishment 
as Staci and that we wouldn't hurt them (but Tim and I 
had agreed that we needed to do something to give them 
the same slave attitude that Staci had now). 

That relieved them but confused them more. I led all 
five of us into Staci's bedroom. Tim got the twine he'd 
bought and told them to lie down, face up and side-by-
side, on Staci's queen-size bed. Tim tied all four of 
their wrists to the headboard, and I tied their outer 
legs to the bed's legs. I tied their two inner legs 
together at the ankles.

It was beautiful to see those two ravishing young 
bodies lying there helpless and nude. Each of them was 
a breathtaking knockout worthy of endless dreams and 
fantasies, but I also still felt that neither of them 
could enchant me the way that Staci's hard body, lush 
curves, and sensual nature could.

We took lotion and rubbed it all over their bodies. 
They were starting to twitch in uncomfortable delight, 
and I suspect that they thought that they were going to 
enjoy this punishment. We concluded by rubbing them the 
way that Staci had taught us to play with her earlier 
that day. 

We could see how excited they were getting, and that's 
when we stopped. They both cried out for us to finish. 
I took some pictures of them like that while Tim left 
the room and returned with his purchase from the craft 
store: three long feathers. Tim and I took the feathers 
and began tickling the defenseless girls. We tickled 
them under the chin and underarms, along the ribs, up 
and down their legs and thighs, and especially all of 
their most intimate and sensitive spots.

They laughed so hard that they were crying, and we 
stopped several times so that they could catch their 
breath. They kept pleading with us to let them go, 
apologizing for acting cruel, promising to let us treat 
them any way we wanted - just like Staci. We warned 
them that they had to do anything we told them to do, 
without question or delay, or that they'd get a worse 
punishment next time. They agreed, and we untied their 
wrists. 

As Tim untied Jen and I released Nikki, they each 
hugged us tightly and kissed us passionately. Nikki 
leaned back, pushed my mouth to her breasts with one 
hand and, with her other hand, led my fingers back 
between her thighs. I saw Tim free Jen's ankles and go 
off with her to his room. Nikki and I had sex there on 
Staci's bed, and I spied her spread in front of her 
closet mirror and playing with herself.

Later, I sent Nikki over to Tim's room so she could 
demonstrate all of her gratitude to him. I had my own 
wonderfully erotic and desirable slave whose breasts I 
wanted to taste again before I fell asleep. I called 
Staci, and she climbed into bed with me and cuddled me 
while I petted her. We continued our kissing that had 
been interrupted when Jen and Nikki had come home. This 
day had been more phenomenal than even my most glorious 
dreams. I remember falling asleep with a hand cupping 
her lovely bottom while has soft breasts rested against 
me and a long leg curled around me.

**

The rest of the summer was spent with these girls 
fulfilling our desires and fantasies, and I'll just 
repeat some of the more remarkable events that we had 
together.

On the Tuesday after the first weekend, Tim and I had 
spent much of the day at a comic book convention and 
then playing on my computer; his tape was missing, and 
so were the girls. We had made 5 copies of the tape. 1 
for him, 1 for me, and three that we put into a safety 
deposit box with the originals.

I brought my tape over and we started it in the VCR. We 
could hear the girls laughing as they approached the 
door about an hour later; they'd been out drinking. 
They came in and were calling for us, asking if we'd 
lost anything, insulting us - until they got to the 
living room and saw what we were watching. They sobered 
up very quickly! Nikki swore. I said, "You know what 
you have to do, don't you?" 

Staci began stripping as fast as she could; Jen took 
the cue and did the same, but Nikki scowled at me and 
said sarcastically "no, why don't you tell us, Master." 
I walked up to her and stared in her eyes. "They're 
doing fine, but don't you even think about moving until 
I tell you to." I reached up her mini-skirt, grabbed 
her panties, and pulled them halfway down her thighs.

Staci and Jen were standing nude, off to the side. Tim 
was playing with their breasts and telling them to be 
patient. (We had planned their punishment while waiting 
for them, but this was an unexpected wrinkle.) I told 
Nikki, "I've noticed that you're always the last one to 
get undressed. Maybe these clothes aren't any good," 
and I cut up the panties and tossed them into a corner.

She was wearing a thin, pink blouse; I pulled it out 
from the skirt and cut it up the front and back into 
two parts and stripped it from her body.

I slipped one blade of the scissors under the bra and 
held it still so both of her breasts could press 
against the cold metal. I saw a shiver run through her 
body. I snipped the elastic, and her breasts burst out. 
Then I cut through the elastic on her shoulders and 
threw away the bra, too. 

"See, it should be easy for you to get undressed. I 
like this skirt too much to cut it, so hold it up for 
me as high as you can. You have such a cute body that I 
hate it to be covered." 

She followed my orders, and I separated her legs so 
that I could caress up and down her thighs. Then I 
walked slightly behind her and started squeezing her 
ass so she wouldn't anticipate what was about to 
happen.

I took the ruler and smacked her as hard as I could. 
She gasped, let go of the skirt, and whirled around in 
one move. "Turn around and get that skirt back up," I 
demanded. "There's a penalty for being last and being 
uncooperative." 

I thought that she was going to argue, but I could see 
her trying to hold back the tears; all of her fight had 
left her. She did what I said, and I smacked her other 
cheek hard, too. 

She shook but wasn't crying. "All right, go stand with 
the others."

"Do you want me to take my skirt off?" she asked.

"You have to always do what you think we want you to 
do. Otherwise, you keep getting punished."

She pulled her skirt off and went to stand next to Jen 
and Staci.

I could tell that she'd finally given in.

Tim started telling them that what made us upset was 
that they had thought that we were so stupid that we 
would only have one copy of the tape and that we would 
leave it lying around where they could get it. He got 
to where he was shouting at them, waving his arms and 
asking if that's what they really thought of us. Of 
course, the girls weren't going to say anything. They 
just kind of cringed, unsure of what punishment to 
expect.

I stepped towards them. "We think that only the guilty 
one of you should be punished. Tell us whose idea it 
was, who was in charge." They all just kind of looked 
down at the floor. "Fine, we'll just have to help you 
remember." I went up to Nikki and asked her "Nikki, who 
stole the tape." 

She didn't answer, so I told her to bend over, to grab 
her ankles, and to spread her legs a little. Her 
breathing sped up a little, but she did it. I whacked 
her five times, hard. By then, she had lost her battle 
to keep back the tears.

I moved on to Jen. "Your turn, Jen, who did it?" I 
pressed the ruler against her bottom and started 
pushing on her back to bend her over. She cried "It was 
Staci! She did it! Please don't paddle me!"

"You little liar!" Staci shouted.

I told Jen that since they couldn't agree, we would 
have to continue working on their memories. I pushed on 
her back again, and she was getting slightly 
hysterical, begging us to believe her and to let her do 
anything else for us but not to spank her, because 
she'd never been spanked in her life. 

I was firm and told her to bend over, because she was 
going to get her five swats, but we would only count 
the ones while she was bent over. She got in the 
position but kept screaming "I hate you Staci! I hate 
you!" between her sobs. I tried to take it a little 
easier on her.

Then it was Staci's turn. "Come on, Staci, who did it?" 
She just stood there and shivered. I gave the ruler to 
Tim, and he gave her the spanking.

I went back to Nikki and asked her if she was 
remembering anything, and I patted her bottom. She 
swore at Staci and told her to admit it; Staci was 
crying but didn't answer, so I gave Nikki five more. I 
was enjoying making her squirm.

Jen was on her knees when I came up to her. "We can 
keep doing this all night until you agree on who's 
guilty, and then we'll start the real punishment." Jen 
let out a deep sob and leaned back until she was lying 
on her back, her knees sticking up in the air. "Please, 
no more," she implored us. "Can't you do something 
else?"

I looked over at Staci. "Come on, Staci, do you like 
torturing your friends like this? Tell us the truth." 
She kind of sank to her knees and curled up. Faintly, 
we heard her say "it was me." I told Jen and Nikki to 
get up, and we ordered them to punish Staci for us. We 
warned them, though, that if they didn't do a good 
enough job, we would have to punish Staci and them, 
too.

They descended upon Staci with such fury that I don't 
think we even needed to add that last warning. They 
were much more savage than Tim and I would have been: 
spanking her, yanking hair, pinching, pulling and 
twisting her breasts, and more. I left the room. After 
they left Staci tied up in the shower, Jen came and 
spent the night with me.

**

I got up early the next morning to release Staci. I got 
in the shower with her and helped to clean her off. 
Sure, we wanted her compliant, but I didn't want her to 
lose the mystique that made her more special that 
anyone else. She didn't want to let go of me, and she 
kissed me all over my body. That morning is what I 
remember as the best sex of the summer. After awhile, 
we dried off and moved to her bed. She still kept 
holding on to me; she kept her body tightly against 
mine, and I felt her finally relax while I kept 
caressing her back and her ass.

For the rest of that day, we had Jen and Nikki make up 
to Staci. We didn't want any lingering hostilities (and 
it was fun to watch the three of them in bed). By the 
end of that day, everything seemed forgiven among them 
again.

The girls had only been our slaves for about a couple 
of weeks when we were going into a store one day. Of 
course, they all had on real short skirts and looked 
gorgeous. As we went in, a plain-looking boy about our 
age was obviously staring at them. Nikki made some 
nasty comment loud enough for him and the rest of the 
people around us to hear - something like "Don't even 
think it; I don't need nerds like you looking at me!" 

The other two kind of giggled. Although she acted 
deferential enough to me and Tim, she was twice as 
cruel to everyone else. It really got to me right 
there, because I had been kind of in his spot just 
earlier this summer. I called for him to wait and told 
Nikki to apologize to him. She did, but it was very 
sarcastic, and that made me even more upset.

I told the boy that we were trying to teach Nikki to be 
polite and would he help by punishing her. He looked 
confused; so did Nikki. He said that he didn't think he 
should. I told Nikki to convince him that he should 
spank her, or else Tim and I would go home and do it. 

That scared her enough to sincerely plead with the boy 
to punish her. There were people all around us, so she 
was practically whispering. He still wasn't convinced, 
so I told Nikki to pull up her skirt and turn around 
for him.

Nikki was wearing a white tube dress, extremely clingy 
and just below her ass. I'd seen how Tim had dressed 
her, too: no bra and flesh-colored thong panties. She 
turned bright red in horror and looked at Tim, hoping 
that he would give her a reprieve, but Tim and I had 
agreed weeks ago not to interfere with each other 
during scenes like these. 

She knew that she really didn't have any choice, and 
she hiked up her dress. I was certain that this would 
convince him; Nikki probably had the best looking 
bottom of all three girls, one that you just couldn't 
resist.

He agreed - vigorously enthusiastic, and I quietly told 
him to follow me. A crowd had begun to gather to watch 
Nikki's show, so we began walking across the parking 
lot. At the far end, I stopped between two vans but 
where there was enough space for us, and I told Nikki 
to give him her panties. "Please, do I have to?" she 
asked. "You saw they don't cover anything, they won't 
be in his way."

"Yes," I told her, "but I'm tired of how mean you act 
to people like him, and I think he deserves this 
payment from you. I want you to remember it next time 
you're tempted to mouth off to someone." 

She reached under her dress, pulled down her panties, 
stepped out of them, and handed them to the boy. 

"Now, your dress."

"I can't do that here!" she whispered violently.

"Okay," I told her, "your choice. We can either do a 
short session here or we can all go back home for a 
long one."

She paused for just a moment, considering the 
humiliation versus the pain and then began slowly 
lifting up her dress. I could see her shaking. I also 
suspect that the punisher enjoyed this slow, 
embarrassed strip as much as the spanking. We left the 
dress lying at her feet, and I had her bend over and 
spread a little. He didn't take it easy on her, and I 
also noticed that his hand lingered on her ass after 
each swat.

After twenty, I had him stop, thanked him, and sent him 
away (with Nikki's panties as a souvenir). Normally, 
Nikki is the loudest screamer when we punish her, but 
this time all she had done was whimpered. When she 
stood up and dressed again, I saw that she was still 
crying profusely. I wasn't sure if it was because of 
her burning bottom or the degrading display. Either 
way, I never saw her mistreat a stranger again.

Throughout the summer there were two events that we 
often had the girls do for us. It was probably our 
favorite thing (next to the sex). We would have them do 
cheerleading routines in the nude. Sometimes, what 
would be even more exciting would be to have them do 
their routines in nothing but their short, cheerleader 
skirts. It was fun to see the jiggling T&A show. And 
when they had on the skirts, it made the jumps 
especially exciting because of the nude flashes. We got 
to tape them doing lots of nude cheers that summer!

**

One evening around dinnertime, we ordered a couple of 
pizzas and realized that we were $2 short. Tim had an 
idea. He dressed the girls in sexy outfits, and 
everyone except Jen waited in another room when the 
pizza guy rang the doorbell. She had him bring in the 
pizzas while she told him how cute he was and asked for 
a kiss (he gave her more than one). 

Then, she called Nikki and Staci into the room and 
offered to make a deal. If he would give the pizzas to 
them, they would all take off their skirts to show him 
their panties. And, if he would give them a bottle of 
wine (at least $10), he could choose one of them to 
dance for him and undress completely. He agreed, of 
course, and they all removed their skirts. I thought 
that Jen did it especially sensually, and she even 
rolled down the top of her panties a little for him. 
When he returned with the wine, he asked Jen to dance 
for him. She put on a fantastic show, and he left 
satisfied.

Earlier that week, we had talked about spending a 
weekend in New Orleans. Now, we had the idea of earning 
some extra money for the trip by making the girls 
compete on amateur nights at the topless bars. 

They resisted, naturally, but we demanded it, and we 
went to one far away to where no one would recognize 
them. They were all very nervous, but they got some 
ideas by watching the regulars. Looks-wise, they 
completely outclassed everyone there. Staci won first, 
Nikki was second, and they also earned $95 in tips. The 
surprising thing, though, was how excited Jennifer was 
by the end of the night. By the end of the contest, she 
was really turned on (maybe by watching the other women 
as much as performing for strangers).

We had them compete on two more nights, and both times, 
Jen won and Staci was second. Jen was really getting 
into stripping, and her enthusiasm made her a crowd 
favorite. Tim and I had them practicing their strip 
shows at home (and we added them to our tape 
collection), and it always turned on Jen the most; she 
couldn't help but finger herself while the other two 
danced and sometimes while she was dancing herself.

Even after we stopped making them compete, Jen still 
would take us to the topless clubs every week or two. 
The manager would let her into the rotation and let her 
do lap dances. Since Nikki and Staci didn't want to 
dance, we made them come along in short skirts with 
nothing underneath, and Tim and I would keep them on 
edge with our hands up their skirts while we all 
watched. The first time that we all did this, Jen was 
watching a short, large-breasted blonde named 
"Sunshine" most of the night (her real name was 
Ashley). 

Ashley said that she couldn't do a lap dance for 
another girl there at the club, so Jen paid for her to 
dance for me while she watched closely. Jen also 
invited her to the house so she could teach Jen how to 
give better lap dances. That was a hot morning, with 
Ashley demonstrating to Jen, and Jen trying to do one 
better, and both of them practicing on me and Tim, and 
they were totally nude. Nikki was off at the side (also 
nude) and masturbating the whole time. Staci was at 
work, so she missed out, but Ashley ended up in bed 
with each of the rest of us (twice with Jen).

**

Another night, late summer, the girls invited four or 
five other girls over for a slumber party. My parents 
had gone to a conference in Dallas for the week, and 
Tim and I went to my house for the night. The girls 
were planning to play strip poker, and we Staci had 
helped us to hide the cameras earlier that evening. 

This was one of those games where after you lost your 
clothes, you had to bet your body, and if you lost 
again, you became the winner's slave for the rest of 
the night. Well, we had a call from Nikki that Debby 
and Jordan were on their way over, and she asked us to 
give them a rough time.

They arrived, both wearing short skirts and tight 
blouses. Debby is a vivacious blonde with fantastic 
legs, and Jordan is a sultry brunette with a cute face 
and bewitching figure. We asked them why they were 
there. Jordan explained that they had been playing 
strip poker and that Nikki had won them and sent them 
over. We were supposed to choose which of them was the 
most seductive and to give the loser a full punishment.

Tim pressed them: "why would Nikki do that to you?" We 
learned that Jennifer had been an early loser to Deb, 
then Jordan had lost her to Deb, and they had made her 
do some very humiliating things. So after Nikki had won 
both of them, she asked Jen what to do, and this had 
been Jen's suggestion.

"What did you make her do," we asked. Things like 
cleaning out a car while nude, knocking on a neighbor's 
door in bra and panties and asking if he could give her 
a battery for her vibrator, and then playing with 
herself, nude, in the hammock on the back patio, they 
told us.

We had them sit down while we got some things to punish 
the loser. We built a collection of all types of 
things: ping-pong paddles, rulers, rope, knitting 
needles and pins, matches, clothespins, potato peeler, 
... anything. What they didn't know was that it was all 
just for show to scare them, and it worked;

Jordan's voice was quivering, and Debby looked a little 
pale. We explained that if Nikki and Jen had sent them 
to us, then the two in front of us must have been 
extremely mean to Jen, and we would avenge her 
appropriately.

We asked Deb to start by showing Tim how seductive she 
was, and she did a sexy stroll for him and lifted her 
skirt a little at the end. I asked Jordan if she could 
do better, and she ended her act by flashing her 
panties, too, but then getting in my lap and French-
kissing me. 

Deb's turn was a kiss with Tim's hand on her breasts. 
Jordan went further by taking off her top for me while 
we kissed. Deb did the same, and her skirt, and Jordan 
took it all off. Neither one dared to be the least 
seductive, and it wasn't long before they had each 
"seduced" us all of the way.

Tim was still massaging Deb's breasts when I rolled off 
of Jordan, and he asked me how I voted. We agreed that, 
obviously, they were both very seductive, though not as 
seductive as Jennifer. We also agreed they couldn't 
both escape the punishment, but it seemed like a tie to 
us. 

The girls began to protest that we couldn't torture 
both of them, and we agreed with them. We said that 
since we were going to punish them both, we would only 
use the paddles on them.

You could see the relief in their eyes, and I turned 
away so they wouldn't see me smile. This had been the 
original plan! After their long spanking session, I 
doubt that they still felt relieved. Our intent was to 
make sure that the girls would still have very red 
bottoms to show their poker buddies.

When we told them that they could leave, they reached 
for the clothes, and we stopped them. They had given us 
their clothes, being seductive, and we intended to keep 
them. The girls whined, and we gave them another dozen 
swats for arguing with us. Then I made them an offer. I 
said that I'd find something to cover the bottom of one 
of them, but they'd have to fight over it. 

Debby had a confused look on her face, but Jordan 
understood. She grabbed a handful of Debby's hair in 
each hand and tried to tug her to the floor. Debby was 
screaming, and her waving arms found Debby's breasts 
and began squeezing them. Jordan screamed and pushed 
Deb away. They both were panting and then rushed at 
each other and began the tit-twisting again. 

Jordan couldn't take it and immediately tried to get 
away, but Deb wouldn't let go. Jordan dropped to the 
floor and rolled over, face down, to protect her 
breasts. Deb got on top of her, took a savage bite out 
of her ass, and began flailing Jordan's bruised bottom.

Finally, Deb finished by rolling her over, sitting over 
her face, and making Jordan lick her. What was most 
amazing about that pair was that as viciously as they 
always fought, they were also passionate lovers. To 
skip ahead a little, the next year in school, because 
of the hidden camera at the poker party and the one at 
our house that night, these two were forced to become 
Tim's next set of slaves - all three always had a 
wonderful time in bed together, but the two girls were 
constantly looking for ways to embarrass the other or 
get on Tim's good side so he would let her help punish 
the other one.

My Senior year plan developed differently. A couple of 
weeks before school began again, Melissa started 
calling me. Melissa was in my class, and I'd seen her 
at little during the summer, because she was also a 
friend of Staci's (what cute girl wasn't?). 

Mel was also on the cheerleading squad, and her body 
was proportionately pleasing the same way that Staci's 
was except that Melissa was about five or six inches 
shorter with wavy, dark hair and a dark complexion. She 
would call just to talk, but I got the impression that 
she was impressed with the way I treated my girlfriend 
(in public), how satisfied, happy, and devoted Staci 
was to me, and she knew that Staci would be returning 
to Florida soon. She let me know that she understood 
that Staci was my girlfriend but that she was available 
while Staci was away.

She always asked what my family was doing, and one 
afternoon, I told her that my parents were going to be 
at a meeting that night. She asked if she could come 
over for kind of a date. I had a good idea of what to 
expect, so I also invited Staci and had her hiding in 
another room. When the bell rang and I opened the door, 
there stood Mel, completely nude; her clothes were in a 
heap at her feet. 

She bounced into the room, into my arms, and began 
kissing me and pulling off my shirt. Melissa's body was 
as sensational as I'd imagined, and the surprise to me 
was that she was shaved (in the back of my mind, I was 
wondering how Staci would look like that). In no time, 
I was sucking a nipple and had a couple of fingers in 
her - that's when Staci came into the room. Mel tensed 
up immediately. Staci didn't say anything, but she came 
over and replaced my fingers with her mouth. 

Until then, Mel says that she hadn't even realized that 
Staci was nude, too. Melissa also told us that later 
that she had never been interested in girls before, so 
she momentarily felt panicky when Staci began licking 
her, but Staci has an expert tongue, and Mel's fiery 
body was already too desire-filled to complain. So for 
that final week of summer, Melissa joined me and Staci 
just about every evening, and it got to where Mel 
enjoyed sex with Staci as much as with me.

The Sunday that Staci was going back to Florida, I went 
over to her house in the morning. Tim said that she was 
still in her room, so I snuck in. She wasn't asleep. 
She was in bed crying. She hugged me when she saw me 
and told me that she didn't want to leave, how she had 
hated me more than ever after the videotape prank, but 
now she loved me.

She said no boyfriend had ever treated her so well 
(despite my harsh punishments, I had always worshiped 
her so tried to be fair) or had been such a good lover 
(the others, she says, always resented her girlfriend 
lovers). She was scared that when she returned to 
college, I would have Melissa and forget about her.

I tried to reassure her by reminding her that I had 
always loved her and that I always continue to love 
her. I agreed that Melissa was sexy but that she could 
never be more than a weak substitute for Staci. 

Staci's body was so much more awesome, her personality 
was more fun, and she was sweeter, more passionate, 
smarter, and more tender than Mel could ever be. We had 
a very passionate morning and early afternoon before 
she left; I still believe that she was determined to 
secure her number one position in my heart before she 
had to leave.

Throughout my Senior year, we called each other 
regularly. Staci told me about her girlfriends (she was 
sharing an apartment with Jen, Nikki, and another girl 
named Brooke). I would tell her about the things I was 
doing with Mel. We vowed to resume our affair in the 
summer, and we had an imaginative phone sex life until 
then.

My sex life with Melissa was going great, but she kept 
hinting that she was missing Staci, too. At the start 
of the second semester, a new girl transferred to our 
school. Shannon was tall with a very nice figure and 
great legs - from what I could tell in her tight jeans. 
Melissa told me that Shannon had kind of small but very 
nice-looking breasts. 

Mel had a gym class last period, and Shannon wanted to 
try out as a diver for the Olympics some day, and she 
would come during the last period and practice. Mel got 
to see her change into her swimsuit almost every day in 
the locker room, and she kept imagining that Shannon 
kept looking at her, too. Shannon was a year younger 
than us, but she was graduating a year early, and, as 
luck had it, Mel discovered that she had a scholarship 
to Staci's school.

Melissa invited her to have dinner with us, letting her 
know about my friends from that college. Mel chose a 
night when her parents were on some type of retreat, 
and she cooked for the two of us. We had wine after 
dinner, and we were all feeling loose when Mel got us 
starting to talk about movie stars and who looked the 
best. From there, she told Shannon how much she admired 
her legs. Shannon protested that Melissa's looked just 
as good, and Mel asked me to judge. I said it wasn't 
fair, since I'd seen hers but only seen Shannon in 
jeans.

Melissa ordered Shannon to take off her jeans so I 
could compare their legs, and she pulled hers off. 
Shannon blushed a little but stood up and turned to 
face away from me, because as she yanked down her tight 
jeans, her tiny pink panties started to come down with 
them. She pulled them back up, stepped out of her 
jeans, and turned to face me. 

Mel walked over and asked me what I thought. I reminded 
them that Staci had nice, long legs, and I was partial 
to them - so I preferred Shannon's. Shannon blushed 
again and picked up her pants. She made some comment 
about Melissa having better breasts, though. Mel jumped 
on that and argued that Shannon had very attractive 
breasts. 

Shannon just kept shaking her head and seemed very 
embarrassed, so Mel asked me to judge again. She pulled 
off her top and bra and told Shannon to do the same. 
Shannon stared at Mel's bobbing breasts, finished off a 
glass of wine, and stripped off her blouse and bra. I 
told her they looked terrific but there was only one 
way to tell for sure, and I began caressing and kissing 
them. 

Mel walked over, and Shannon reached out to play with 
her breasts. I'll tell you - Shannon was positively 
insatiable. We had lots of fun that night, and she 
wanted to continue on every night, which made Mel happy 
again.

I didn't tell Staci about Shannon, because I had an 
idea. The next month was Spring Break, and I asked 
Staci if Melissa and I could come to visit. She was 
excited by the idea. Well, we also brought Shannon 
along, and she and Staci became instant lovers, too.

I know this story is dragging on, so I'll wrap it up 
here. After Graduation, Melissa and I decided to go to 
the same college as Staci and Shannon. All four of us 
and Brooke rented a house together. We graduated from 
there together, and we all still live together happily 
along with Jen when she's in town. Jen became an exotic 
dancer and has been in some amateur films. 

I don't hear from Tim much, except that I know he's an 
accountant in the East and lives with Jordan, and 
Nikki.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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