THE TREYS [ part 2 ] Kyle slid his body over me under his cock dangled in front of my face. I’d never done a blowjob from this position and it looked frightening, like he would fuck my face hard rather than let me set the rhythm and depth. But, he held it away from me. Swinging it back and forth in front of me, he clearly wanted me to ask for it. “Please, Kyle, may I suck your beautiful, fucking cock?” “Come and get it,” he said. “You can reach it.” I raised my head off the floor and stretched my neck to get to his cock. It was almost too far away. I had to settle for licking it with my fully extended tongue. I caressed his balls and the underside of his prick with my tongue. Gradually he lowered himself until my head was again on the floor and his cock as deep in my mouth as it would go. “You do suck cock pretty fucking good,” he said to me. It didn’t seem to me that I was doing much of anything. He now had my head pinned to the floor with his knees on my hair. The only motion was his pelvis thrusting up and down, fucking my face. I simply applied suction on the way out. Just as I had feared, he was stroking hard and fast as he approached an orgasm. I felt his cock repeatedly touching the back of my throat, nearly gagging me each time. His balls smacked against my chin with each thrust. “Yeah, cocksucking bitch,” he moaned. “Take it all. Suck my cock hard. Babysitter slut. Eat me. Suck me. Blow me, bitch.” He suddenly stopped with his cock as deep as it would go. He ground his hips, keeping his depth and making my head roll around on the floor. “Tell me you want it.” He raised up enough to clear my mouth. “Yes, master. I want your cock. I want your cum. Please, cum in my mouth. I’ll swallow it. I promise. I’ll suck it all.” “Very nice,” he said. But, quickly he scrambled down between my legs and pointed his small cock at the entrance to my pussy. “Right now, I’d rather fuck you.” My eyes widened as he penetrated me. He wasn’t large, but it surprised me that he did it so fast. In one motion he sank his cock into me. I figured he must have been well lubricated with my spit. He picked up where he left off, thrusting hard and fast into my pussy. It felt mildly stimulating, but really too small to make me cum. I wondered if I could make him cum quicker. “Fuck me, stud,” I said. “God, your cock feels so fucking good. Make the babysitter cum with your cock. I want you so much.” Bam! He was cumming like crazy. I’ll bet he’d fucked me for only 10 seconds before he sprayed his cum inside me. Well, he didn’t make the babysitter cum, but he got it over quick. Kayla was already untied by the time Kyle got off of me. Her hands were still tied, but she no longer hung from the ceiling. She was pushed to her knees between my legs and leaned forward until her face was pressed into my crotch. Then, her little pink tongue darted out and touched my pussy lips. It was like an electric shock. No one had ever done that to me before. The second time she licked, I didn’t jump. This was much better than Kyle’s small cock. Kayla knew how to use her tongue. She zoomed right in on my clit and started to make me tingle. It didn’t seem like she was trying to make me cum yet, because she didn’t stay with my clit. Instead, she’d dip her tongue into my cunt and come up with her tongue coated with Kyle’s sperm. She did that again and again, licking up his cum and cleaning me out. It looked so nasty with the mixture of my juices and Kyle’s cum. To listen to Kayla though, she was enjoying every drop. She slurped and sucked some and then returned to nibble on my clit, and then back to get some more jism. I was particularly amazed at how she pressed her face into my cunt and strained her tongue deep to get every drop. Finally satisfied that she’d done a thorough job, she focused on my clit. I couldn’t believe I could get aroused while tied and being raped, but she was really good at eating pussy. An involuntary moan escaped my lips and the boys both smiled. I started to squirm with pleasure as she kept up her mission to make me cum. When I started to pant, Kyle leaned down over me, close to my face. I felt his warm breath as he whispered to me. Just the sound of his whispering voice was erotic in itself. I strained to listen, though my concentration was on my burning cunt. “You don’t have to cum,” he said. “I didn’t order you to cum. You only cum if you want to. Do you want me to stop her?” The bastard! I was too far gone to stop now. My hips thrust forward and back in time to Kayla’s insistent tongue. My ragged breath came in gasps as I neared an orgasm. And, because of what he’d just said, it looked like I wanted to cum. Dammit! I did want to cum. My whole body was on fire and I needed to cum so bad I think I would have begged for her to continue if she had stopped. “Mmmm,” I whined desperately afraid that she might stop – that this whole moment would be a tease. “Don’t stop, Kayla,” I moaned. “Don’t tell her,” said Kyle “She’ll do it until I stop her. You want her to keep going? Tell me.” “Ummmm, pleeeease, yes, master. Let her keep… uhn, going… going… ummm.” My hips bucked as I started to cum. It was liked I’d totally lost control as I thrashed around in my bindings. It was by far the best orgasm I’d ever had, and on the tongue of an 11-year-old girl, no less. For the moment I attributed the wonderful orgasm to her talent and not to the bondage and discipline I’d received. Between my legs, Kayla alternated between kissing my pussy and licking it gently. The sight of her beautiful face nuzzling up to my cunt was wonderful. She kept it up until Keith said, “That’s enough, Kayla. It’s your turn now.” Her turn for what I wondered as she stood up. She walked around me and then stopped in position, a foot on either side of my head. Shocked, I watched as she lowered herself to my face, only stopping when her soft pussy lips grazed me chin. I could smell the combination of Keith and Kayla in the sopping pussy that was an inch from my nose. I knew what it was her turn for now, but her pussy looked gooey and messy to me. There was no way I was going to lick it clean as she had done for me. It wasn’t that I wanted to aggravate Kyle and Keith. I just couldn’t bring myself to taste Kayla’s pussy. She sat there for about 30 seconds before Keith said, “You stupid bitch. You know what you’re supposed to do. Now, do it!” “Please, I can’t,” I said. “I’m not a lesbian. I don’t want to lick her pussy. I don’t want to do a girl.” “You said anything,” Kyle reminded me. “Have you forgotten the spanking already?” I started to cry. This was something truly horrible to me. How could I possibly choose between a spanking and licking another girl’s pussy? It was contrary to everything I thought was normal. “Please,” I sobbed. “You can’t expect me to do something that bad. I meant I’d do anything with a boy. I won’t do Kayla.” Kyle made a point of displaying the crop to me. “No, you can’t punish me for not eating Kayla’s pussy. It’s just not right.” When Kyle disappeared from view behind Kayla’s body, my sobbing increased. I was crying in anticipation of the pain and I was crying in anticipation of eventually giving in. Despite the realization that I was going to eat that pussy sooner or later, I couldn’t do it. I needed the motivation of the riding crop. I heard the whistle of the crop and then – smack! I couldn’t move much in response to the blow, but it felt like my whole body was quivering. I exhaled hard, feeling the air blow right back in my face heavy with Kayla’s scent. Kyle hit me several times in quick succession. I lost count. He alternated from one thigh to the other until they were both burning and each new blow felt like a hot poker. I began to think seriously about kissing Kayla’s cunt. It wouldn’t be that bad, I thought. Not as bad as the pain. I cursed myself for being weak, for giving in. Even as my tongue slipped out and ran across Kayla’s pussy lips, part of me was thinking that I could hold out longer. Instead, I reached up for her cunt and filled my tongue with a load of the jism that hung over me. I paused to get the taste of the goo and decided it wasn’t unbearable. It tasted salty, slightly metallic, and sour. While I didn’t enjoy it, I found it wasn’t as bad as the pain. I ran my tongue through her hairless slit again, reaping another load of cum. Each time I licked, I brought the mess back to my mouth and swallowed. Hearing the slurping sounds and hearing Kayla squeal with pleasure, Kyle stopped spanking me and came around to watch. “Ooo, she’s doing it,” announced Kayla. “Clean me up.” I was already doing just that. From my experience with her between my legs, I knew I was to clean her out and make her cum. The initial shock of licking a girl between the legs was over and I set about doing what the boys wanted. Kayla’s clit was a tiny little nub that I found I could nibble on with my lips to make her moan or bite with my teeth, gently, to make her scream. I teased her as she had me, alternating between a generous lick to collect the cum that drained from deep inside her cunt and nibbles on her clit. When Kayla’s cunt was clean, I started licking her clit with firm, fast strokes. She moaned louder and I knew I was doing it right. I had a view of her flat chest rising and falling rapidly and her sweet face looking down at me in absolute bliss. I’d admired her between my legs and now it looked like she was doing the same with me. My tongue was tiring and I tried the same technique I had on Kyle. “You like riding the babysitter’s face, hot thing?” I licked a couple of times. “Like watching my tongue in your hot little bald slit?” A couple more licks. “The babysitter wants to watch you cum hard now.” I put on a burst of attention to her clit and she threw her head back. “Oh, God, yes,” she yelled. “She’s making me cum… um. Lick it, bitch. Eat me hard. Harder. More. Faster.” Suddenly she shifted her weight forward, pressing her cunt into my face and humping against me. It was all I could do to keep my tongue tickling her swollen clit. “Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned in time to the thrusts of her hips. As she slumped over me, I kept kissing her pussy, afraid to stop. Kyle and Keith lifted the unconscious Kayla off me. “Well,” said Keith. “She can suck cock and now we know she can eat pussy, too.” I was breathing hard and my body glistened with sweat from the exertion of getting Kayla off. Panting, I asked, “What time is it?” I was worried that their parents would be getting home soon and didn’t want to get caught in this position. The little brats just might have tacit approval from their parents to assault the babysitter and they may not be in trouble if they were caught. I didn’t know how their parents would react to finding me tied up, but it did occur to me that they might not be upset at all. “It’s just 5 after 8,” said Kyle. “What?” I said incredulously. “It’s only been an hour?” “Yeah, seems like an eternity, doesn’t it?” Damn right it did. Their parents wouldn’t be home until 11 PM. I was hoping that their imminent return home would earn me my freedom, but the brats had another three hours to kill. I soon found out that the sex was over for a while. They had other plans that involved blackmail. They decided I didn’t need to be sedated for the next round. Instead, they simply untied my hands and Keith came at me with handcuffs. “I want you to put your hands out in front of you,” he said. Half free, I said, “No way. Stay away from me now.” I had my arms free and swung them around to indicate I meant business. “Stupid bitch,” said Keith, voicing his opinion of me yet again. He had the riding crop in his hand. My problem was that my legs were still tied and I was immobile. He danced in quickly and smacked my bare thigh. Shit! He hadn’t held back on that at all. My thighs were still red and sore, so that blow stung worse than any of the previous ones. I watched him warily and suddenly felt Kyle behind me as he tried to grab my hair. When I reached for him, he grabbed my arms and pulled them awkwardly back over my head. Keith ran closer and beat on my thighs over and over again. When I finally wrenched my arms free, my legs were on fire. I looked back to see Kyle and Keith swatted me again. Tears ran down my cheeks as I fought against the pain. I couldn’t endure much more. The pain, the exertion of eating Kayla, the cramps from being tied in one position so long, and maybe the drug hangover still all combined to make me dizzy and I fell to my side as I reached for Kyle the next time he got close enough. Kyle pounced on me, pinning me down. I found I didn’t have the strength to get up and my thighs were pounded relentlessly. In pain, I gasped, “OK, I give up. Don’t hit me anymore. I’ll hold still.” Shaking, I lay on my back with my hands outstretched in the air. I waited for the cuffs to be put on; my final bid for freedom was lost. “Ask me, bitch,” said Keith. Damn! Their bit about ‘ask me’ was humiliating, yet it was getting to me. I didn’t hesitate as I had before. “Please, Keith. Will you please put the handcuffs on me…” he stepped closer and locked them in place as I added sarcastically, “… so you can abuse the babysitter all night long.” He didn’t catch the sarcasm or ignored it. “Yeah, now you’re getting the idea.” They shackled my legs before undoing the ropes that bound them. When they were done, I sat on the couch, still naked, with my cuffed hands in my lap. I felt a little bit more freedom. As I was tied now, I could have gotten up and hopped around, but knew I was still under their immediate control. In that position, they started taping me with their family camcorder. I had to say things like, “Boys, ever seen a girl’s tits before? Come over and feel mine.” With my hands in my lap, I knew they were getting a chest and face shot of me trying to seduce them. That progressed to pictures of me on my knees with a cock in my mouth. The poor quality Polaroid pictures they had taken earlier were being replaced by a live action film that showed me as the aggressor. Tied, Kayla pleaded on tape for me to let her go. I wanted to shout out that it was the boys that were doing all the tying up, but I remembered my bright red thighs. I was defeated and just did as I was told. They set me up with damning evidence that would ruin me. The least of my worries would be that I would never babysit again. I’d be grounded for life, probably in jail. When they were done, I asked if I could now be untied. Kyle and Keith laid down a couple of rules first. I couldn’t tell anyone what had happened or else the tape would come out. I had to call them master whenever their parents weren’t around. I had to do everything I was told. The last rule made me hang my head in despair – I would become their permanent babysitter and come whenever their parents called me. With no choice, I agree to all the rules. Kyle undid the cuffs on my wrists and then told me to put my hands behind my back. “Yes, master,” I said as I did it. He recuffed me. They made me lay down on the floor on my back and tied my hands to a hook on the wall that my feet pointed at. Next, they pulled my feet up over my head and tied them to the opposite wall. My weight was on my arms and shoulders with my ass up in the air and my legs spread. In this precarious, helpless position, I felt the boys start playing with my ass and cunt. I had a close up view of them, too, since my legs were bent over my head and my pussy was in front of my face. They pulled my cunt lips open and stuck their fingers in. I felt them probe my ass with their fingers. At that instant, their mom and dad walked into the room. Hours earlier than planned, they caught the Treys abusing me and stopped in their tracks. I felt a wash of humiliation, but relief as well. “Uh oh,” said Mr. Hancock. “Looks like the kids have got the babysitter.” He said it calmly, with a hint of wry humor. Mrs. Hancock said, “I didn’t know she was that kind of girl. Everyone said she is such a good babysitter.” I couldn’t miss the nonchalant attitude that they had. I don’t know what I would expect someone to say when they find a 16-year-old girl tied up in their family room, but that wasn’t it. Mr. Hancock stood over me; the look in his eyes was scary. The obvious lust in his eyes made me think that he was going to take me himself right then and there. Instead, he asked, “Are you enjoying yourself?” Enjoying myself?! “No!” I said. “The Treys tied me up and have been making me do disgusting things. I just want to go home now!” He looked at the two boys. They were standing and watching him; apparently like me they were wondering just how he was going to react. “This could be a big problem,” he said to them. “Where’s Kayla?” I hadn’t seen Kayla since I’d been tied up in my most recent position. The boys had been so focused on me that they had lost track of her, too. Mr. Hancock said to his wife, “Go find Kayla and bring her down here. We need to know what’s been happening.” “Untie me?” I suggested. To my surprise he said, “It won’t hurt to have you tied up a little bit longer. Don’t need to have to worry about what you’re going to do, too.” “Please?” I said. When he turned away, I said, “At least cover me up?” He looked back at me with the same look of lust and I thought that he wasn’t going to do it. He was going to leave me tied and totally exposed. But, he picked up a shirt and started to lay it across my exposed ass and pussy. Just as he did, Kyle spoke up, “Uh, Dad, you really don’t have to do that. We should show you something.” Their dad froze in position and then stepped back, taking the shirt with him. He gazed at my nudity again. “Really,” he said skeptically. “What can you show me that will make this look OK?” The tape! He was going to show his dad the tape. I didn’t want Mr. and Mrs. Hancock to see the tape. The tape would ruin me. But, Kyle had another plan that didn’t involve the tape, at least directly. He put his face close to mine and whispered so his dad couldn’t hear, “I’ll show him the tape unless you tell him it’s OK for you to be tied and naked. Tell him you were too embarrassed to say it before, but you like it. Tell him he can pat your cute little ass.” I blushed and whispered back, “Not the last part. Please.” “All of it,” he whispered and stood up so I couldn’t plead with him anymore. Mrs. Hancock led Kayla into the room right then. The entire family was watching me, staring at my ass up in the air as I said, “It… it’s really… O… OK. I don’t … mind it. I was too embarrassed to s-say that I like it, but… but I do. If… if you want… um, you… you can touch my cute little ass.” “Well, that’s different,” said Mr. Hancock. “You boys did good.” He placed his hand on my ass and rubbed the smooth skin of my ass cheeks. His hand wandered up between my legs and he patted my cunt. “Karen,” he said to his wife, “get your clothes off. You, too, Kayla.” Right there in front of her sons, Mrs. Hancock stripped her clothes off. Kayla had put on a T-shirt when she left the room and removed it quickly. Devastated, I knew that my hope that Mr. and Mrs. Hancock would reprimand their children and send me home was lost. Instead, Kayla was tied in an identical position to my left and Mrs. Hancock was tied the same on my right. There we lay, three asses stuck up in the air, naked, tied, and waiting for our masters to do whatever they wanted. Mr. Hancock took off his clothes and stood over me. Looking up between my legs, I saw his huge cock pointing at the ceiling. From my upside down position it was hard to tell its proportions, but it looked huge. Later I found out it was 8-inches long, but the first time I saw it, I could have sworn it was a foot long. “So, you like this,” he asked to reassure himself. “Yes,” I said. “Did they fuck you?” “Yes. And they made me suck them. And I had to eat Kayla. And Kayla ate me. And they spanked me.” “Horny little guys, aren’t they,” he chuckled. “And you won’t tell anybody about this?” “No,” I said. I looked to my right and saw Kyle straddling his mom’s face, thrusting his hips up and down. He was fucking her mouth just as he had done mine. On my other side, Keith was doing the same thing to Kayla. I figured I was going to get the same thing. He stepped away and opened a cabinet. “Can I do anything I want to you?” he asked. “Can I stop you?” I asked. I meant it sarcastically, but he took it as an affirmative answer and a reminder that he was the master and he could do anything he wanted to me. “That’s right,” he said. “You can’t stop me.” He walked back to me with a tube of gel in his hands. He put some of the gel on his cock. “You’re totally helpless, a slut bitch who is going to serve her master in any way that he wants.” I didn’t like the sound of that. He looked and sounded more sinister than his sons. But, as he said, I was helpless. All I could so was watch as he positioned his big cock. I felt it pressed against my asshole and said, “Mr… Master, that’s the wrong hole.” He laughed and pressed down. “Oh, no, please, not that,” I pleaded as he forced my sphincter to open up. He pressed slowly, but firmly against the resistance of my tight muscle and I could feel my muscle losing the battle. Once he had an opening, he used his weight to push it in to the hilt. My eyes bugged out and I held my breath, pushing back against him as if to expel him from my body. It was to no avail, he leaned in to me and I felt I would split in two. The pain was incredible and I might have screamed had I not been bearing down so hard, grunting and straining to force him out. “God, what a tight bitch,” he said. “Bet that was a virgin ass.” He eased his cock out and then shoved it in again. “Never had this before, huh?” Still straining, I shook my head no. “How old are you?” “Sixteen,” I grunted. “Sophomore or junior?” “Junior.” “I haven’t had a high school junior impaled on my cock since I was in college,” he said. He started stroking slowly and deeply. “Yeah, nothing like the tight ass of a high school girl. You like this?” “Um, yes,” I lied. I was in pain and doing everything I could to fight the pain. “Lying bitch,” he said. “I’ve fucked many asses and I know that until you relax, you aren’t enjoying it. Tell me the truth. How does it feel?” “Oh, God,” I exhaled hard, unable to keep holding my breath and bearing down. “It hurts so much. I wouldn’t mind it if you stopped right now. Are you sure I’m not bleeding or anything? I think you’re too big for me.” “Well, at least you relaxed some.” He swatted my ass hard and I jumped. But, he was right. When I’d exhaled and started breathing normally, I’d relaxed my tight ass some. I was surprised that the pain eased up when I did that. “That’s better,” he said as I relaxed even more. The pain faded and was replaced by a strange tingle. I couldn’t believe that this could possibly feel good, but it felt like he was massaging my clit from the inside. It was tantalizing, a faint pressure that promised satisfaction, but like a goal too high to reach. He swatted my ass a couple more times with his open palm. Each time it seemed to bring the goal closer. The slow burn in my shoulders turned to pain; I’d been in this position too long. But, the pain sent chills of desire racing through my body. I closed my eyes and focused on the motion and the pain. He was pounding straight down on me and I imagined myself being pounded into the ground. Tightening my ass again, I tested my resistance against his insistent thrusting. It hurt, but in a good way. Suddenly I realized I was panting heavily. The same feeling I’d had when Kayla had eaten me was creeping up on me. But, it was still too distant. I couldn’t believe I might orgasm from having my ass fucked. Then, I started to worry that I wouldn’t. He was getting close to orgasm. I opened my eyes and watched him, confirming that his thrusting had picked up and his eyes showed the desire for his approaching orgasm. He was going to cum and stop. He was going to leave me hanging with the teasingly distant orgasm. “Fuck my ass, master,” I yelled at him. “Fuck it harder! Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna cum, too. Keep… goddamn it, keep fucking me. Harder! Dammit! Harder!” He got a look of surprise on his face, surprise that the babysitter would talk so dirty or that I was enjoying it so much. “Stuff that cock in my ass as deep as you can, master! Don’t you fucking stop until I fucking cum!” I felt him tense in my ass and shoot his cum deep inside me. He spasmed several times, each time leaving more cum inside me. Even as he did, he kept fucking me, hard and deep. “You hot bitch!” he yelled back at me. “You want to cum? You want to cum? Tell me how much you want to cum! Beg me!” And I was yelling right back at him. “Fuck yes, I want to cum! Stuff it deep, master! Fuck me! Please!? I’m begging you. Fuck my ass harder! Oh, holy, mother shit, goddam… ah, ah… mmm, fuck me… oh…God All-fucking-mighty!” Stars flashed in front of my eyes, and then lightning bolts. I felt my body bucking like nothing I’d ever done before. “Master!” I screamed. I woke up on the couch. I was still naked, but I was untied. My clothes were draped across the back of the couch. Lights were on and I looked at my watch to see I hadn’t slept through the night. In fact, it wasn’t even midnight yet. I dressed quickly and tried to sneak up the stairs. But, the stairs opened up into the kitchen and the whole Hancock family was sitting around the table. They all looked at me and I blushed redder than I’d ever blushed before. I was so humiliated at my recent performance, actually begging for him to fuck my ass. It was a side of me that I had never seen before and it disgusted me. I stood there with my head down, not knowing what to say. But, I managed to say, “I guess I should go home now.” I leaned my body toward the door. Before I could actually take a step, Mrs. Hancock said, “So, you’ll be back next week? Actually I could use a babysitter Wednesday afternoon.” I stared at her in disbelief. I was in shock. They’d just raped me and wanted me to come back? I never wanted to see them again. I was too humiliated by my behavior. They’d brought out a lustful slut in me and I wanted no part of that ever again. My eyes shifted over to the boys who were nodding their heads vigorously. Kayla was doing the same thing. Mr. Hancock was smiling. “The boys really like you,” he said. “Kayla, too. I think you four get along good.” “Come back on Wednesday,” repeated Mrs. Hancock. “We’ll have some more fun.” She winked at me. Before I could say no, Kyle said, “You have to come back. Remember? You’re our new permanent babysitter.” Keith made as if he was working a movie camera, sighting through his hand for an eyepiece and pretending to turn a crank with the other. “Yes,” I said without enthusiasm. “Wednesday will be fine.” I went back that next Wednesday and many other times after that. Each time, I was tied and raped. Often they got me aroused and then forced me to beg for release. It made them think I enjoying myself. Always I did as I was told. As far as I know, Kevin and Karen (Mr. and Mrs. Hancock) never knew about the tape that the Treys had made. I became familiar with Karen’s and Kayla’s pussies, more familiar than I was with my own. Sometimes I was ordered to strip them or myself, or they were ordered to strip me. Once tied, every hole in our bodies was available to the masters of the house. About six months after the first episode, my mother said to me, “You must really love the Treys.” As far as I was concerned, nothing could be farther from the truth. “Why?” I asked her. “Look at you,” she replied. “You’re smiling and skipping around the house. You’ve been like that for the last few months. The only change I can think of is that you started babysitting the Treys every week. Or, do you have a boyfriend that you’re not telling me about.” Nope, no boyfriend, I thought to myself. I’d dumped my last boyfriend right after the Treys trapped me. I had no appetite for boys or their sexual games anymore. Besides, I was getting sex twice a week, Wednesdays and Saturdays. If I was good, I was allowed more than one orgasm a night. Lately I’d been really good. “Well, I guess it could be the Treys,” I lied. But, the confrontation with reality had an effect on me. I noticed that my mother was right. I was happy all the time. Perhaps, I thought, I’m happy because I’m getting all the sex I can handle. No frustrations – happy girl. Then, I thought about how I was so good for my masters, not asking for more orgasms, but earning them with good behavior. Confused, I wondered if I could really be enjoying myself with the Hancocks. The answer came about a month after my mother’s comment. Walking up the sidewalk to the Hancocks’ door, I came to an abrupt halt. My panties were wet. My nipples were aching. And, I was looking forward to opening that door. That night was the best ever so far. I fucking enjoyed being tied and fucked and every other disgustingly marvelous thing I was forced to do! The very next visit, a Saturday, I showed up as usual, but the Hancocks were having dinner. Confused, I asked, “Am I not supposed to be here today?” “Of course, you are, honey,” said Karen. “But, it’s only five o’clock.” “Oops, how did I make that mistake?” A Freudian slip that I was an hour early? That’s what I’ve always thought since then. “Stay, though,” said Kevin. “Come on in.” They were sitting around the dinner table and I had no place to sit. “Strip off those clothes. Might as well get started since you’re here.” He got up and fumbled around with some stuff. When he returned, he had a bucket filled with ice water. I could see the ice bobbing around in the bucket. He set it in the middle of the table. By now I was naked, as ordered. “Step on up here, you stupid bitch. Can’t believe you haven’t learned how to tell time yet.” He took my hand and helped me to stand up right on their dinner table. Carefully avoiding the food and everything else, I stepped into the bucket of ice water. “Put your hands on your head,” Kevin ordered. I was on display for them while they calmly ate their meal. “Sorry I’m a stupid bitch,” I said. The family looked up at me with interest. Normally I was very quiet, acting as if they might ignore me if I didn’t draw attention to myself. Tonight, I was out of character. Horny, and knowing that I wanted what they were going to do to me, I had a totally different attitude about my masters and my fellow slaves. “This water is cold and it’s making my feet numb. But,” I giggled, “it’s making my fucking little nipples hard as hell.” I had their attention now. “Too bad I have to stand in this damned bucket, though. I thought you all liked me with my legs spread. Can’t spread them very well in here.” I bent down and fished a couple of ice cubes from the bucket. Then, I started to rub them on my tits, especially on my nipples. “Mmmm,” I moaned. “God, that makes them even harder.” Keith and Kyle looked at each other in disbelief and then giggled. “Laughing at me?” I admonished them. “I’ll bet those hard little cocks in your pants aren’t laughing, are they?” They blushed at me! “I’ll bet those hard little cocks are starting to think about how good my mouth is going to feel on them.” I turned slowly around to look at Kevin. “And, I’ll bet your big, hard cock is starting to feel really, really cramped.” I turned halfway again and looked over my shoulder at him, “I’ll bet your big, hard cock would like to be up my hot, tight, 16-year-old, high school junior, babysitter, hot, sweet, did I say tight?… ass.” I bent down, sticking my ass right at Kevin and said to Kyle and Keith, “I think you’ve had enough dinner, you fucking studs. Go get some goddamn ropes and show me what a girl is made for.” Dinner ended on the spot. Six years later, I married Kyle. Kayla found a man who knew what girls were made for. Keith found a girl who was willing to learn. Now, twelve years after all that, we’ve got our own boys and girls who are learning how boys and girls have sex together. The three couples all planned our kids so they would be born the same time. We wanted the cousins to have someone their own age to play with. You know what they say, “Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true.” We learned that multiple births are hereditary. Within a week of each other, I had twin boys, Gail had twin girls, and Kayla had triplets – two boys and a girl. We wanted three to entertain each other and we had seven. Two years later, Gail and I tried again. Kayla had her hands full with the Troika, as we called her triplets. This time I had twin girls and Gail had twin boys. Five trips to the hospital and 11 kids. So, now I’m 35 years old. My boys, Laughlin and Laredo, are 11. So are the Troika (Jeremy, Joshua, and Janine) and Gail’s girls, Gina and Greta. My girls, Lilac and Lily, are 9 as are Greg and Garrett, Gail’s boys. It was so much fun teaching them what girls are for. The boys were like kids in a candy store the first time they had their sisters and their mommy tied up. They were in heaven when they learned that their aunts and cousins liked being tied up just as much. The only conflict we have in the whole group is when Greg and Garrett get to do their own sisters. For some reason, the girls hate to have their little brothers tie them up and expect a cocksucking. But, that only spices up their pairing. By the time the girls are done arguing with their younger brothers and getting more punishment just for arguing, pleading for mercy from them, and begging for their little cocks, the girls are so horny that they cum wildly. Oh, I remember those days of having a little boy tying me up and how much it turned me on. I also remember how I managed to deny that for many months. Someday the girls will figure out just how much their little brothers really excite them. On the other hand, Lilac and Lily love having their older brothers shower them with attention, even if (or especially because) that means putting out for them. We laugh that we named them wrong; they should be named Rosy because that’s the way they like their hot little asses. The Troika is, well, the Troika. They get along as well as the Treys did and still do. But, like the Treys, they are unbalanced, with one extra boy. Well, we remember how the Treys solved that problem 19 years ago, and so we’ve started to check out babysitters who have the potential to learn. |