This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: First/Last
Tom, Becky and the Camcorder -- 2/2
By
Y Lee Coyote <YLeeCoyote@juno.com>
The next girl was Becky Thatcher. Tom was trembling from head to foot with excitement and a sense of the hopelessness of the situation. But it was not his hopelessness but Becky's that made Tom's pulse and blood pressure soar even higher in anticipation. He had long since opened his jeans so that his cock would be free to rise up freely and enjoy as well.
Becky Thatcher was about to get it from his sister, Joan, and her friends. Carefully, Tom adjusted the cam so as to narrow the field and let Becky fill the field. And then when she was bent over he zoomed in even closer. The sun might not shine where his cam was pointed but there certainly was plenty of light to show her pink rosebud and fuzzy cunt in sufficient detail to please any het teen boy.
As Becky got paddled and strapped by Joan and her friends Tom watched her fanny turn pink, then rose and eventually a deep and satisfying cherry red. Tom now understood his sister and her friends experimenting for hours with makeup. As Tom studied the ass metamorphosing like a chameleon he noticed some other changes. It was not just Becky's checks that were getting redder but also her cunt lips. He could not help wondering if her clit was reacting to the paddling like his own cock did when he was spanked (not that it took much to make that hard these days). He made a mental note to ask his sister someday.
As he carefully studied Becky's girl parts he noticed that not only were they reddening but they looked wet; soaking wet and swollen like the baboons in the zoo. He knew enough already to know that this meant that she was turned-on. As the paddling progressed he could see her tremble and gasp.
They stopped paddling her and Joan approached with something in her hand. Tom was not sure what it was but it was shaped like a miniature pine tree about five inches long. Joan pressed it to Becky's pulsing a-hole and pushed it in as she was shaking. The other two resumed their paddling.
Becky collapsed on the bed and was quickly turned over and her legs spread. Amazingly his view was never obstructed as he refocused on the dripping, engorged cunt and was thrilled to watch as she masturbated to another climax in front of her friends, her enemies, the cam and himself.
Tom found it anticlimactical as he watched Betty get her paddling just as Sue had.
That evening, Joan asked if he had got any good bird vids and Tom said "no". She looked at him, laughed and said he should have covered the 'recording' led. Joan demanded the tape and they watched it together while listening to the audio tape Joan had secretly made. After a friend merged the two, added some titles it was even better.
Becky Thatcher would have to be a nice girl from now on or else.
The End
© Copyright June 28, 2002
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Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
Very erotic, and somewhat self-serving. I think Y Lee had a lot of fun writing this story. It's very teasing and suggestive. All in all not a bad effort.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This story is an interesting example of what teens hardly get up to in real life, but don't get tired of doing in the minds of writers of erotica. It is up to the reader to decide whether fantasy or reality offers more interesting opportunities. The situation in the story is definitely a voyeur's dream.
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
This kid has a very naughty sister, and the sister has very naughty friends. A bit over-the-top, perhaps, but hey. What are fantasies for?