CONTROL

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 8 ]

“You going to tie me up and use that stuff on my clit?” asked Phoebe as soon as she came in the door. It was 10:00 am on Friday and she was right on time, breathless with excitement about the coming events.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” said April. “I’m not doing something unless it’s a surprise.” She didn’t know if she could keep up that promise all summer long, but she was going to try. There was a flash of disappointment in Phoebe’s eyes as she wondered if she’d kept her mouth shut then would she have gotten what she wanted. Her excitement returned as soon as April said, “I’ve got something better planned for today.”

April led her submissive up to her room and handed her that very short skirt again. As Phoebe put on the skirt, April checked her out to make sure there was no bra strap visible. She led Phoebe to the door of the room and then said, “Oops, almost forgot,” which she really hadn’t. “Take off your panties.”

“Here?” asked Phoebe. She was expecting another trip to the mall and this was earlier than last time. Then she remembered that this was a surprise, so it had to be something different. She slid her panties off.

April held up her index finger, coated with the Ex. T. Cee gel. She knelt down and peered under Phoebe’s skirt, then carefully applied the gel to Phoebe’s pussy. “Come on,” she said, tugging Phoebe out the door.

Moments later, Phoebe found herself following April out the front door and down the sidewalk. The gel wasn’t working yet, but she was aroused by being outside without panties. Any breeze could flip up her skirt. It was disappointing that it was such a calm day.

April led Phoebe down to the park. It was a couple blocks away and as they walked, Phoebe could feel the gel starting to work. A tingle ran through her body and just the motion of her legs walking made her excited.

At the park, April saw Timmy playing basketball with three of his friends. The 10-year-old lived a few doors down the block from her. She always thought of him as an annoying little boy, but he would be perfect for her plan.

The two on two game had the four boys running up and down the court. She sat Phoebe down on a bench near the court. “Spread your legs,” she said. “Wider. Wider. That’s good.” Phoebe sat with her knees a foot apart. The angle of the sun lit up her thighs, but left her pussy just barely in shadows. Phoebe looked around the park to see who she might be displaying herself to, but the four busy boys never entered her mind.

April walked over to the basketball court. Timmy didn’t pay any attention to what was going on around him. With the game going on, he didn’t notice April until she called his name. He recognized her, but she’d never paid any attention to him before. He looked at her in surprise. He’d always gotten the impression that she considered him an annoying little boy, so he approached her suspiciously. “What?” he asked.

“Timmy, I’ve got something special for the four of you,” she said. “See my friend sitting over there?”

“Uh huh,” nodded the boy. He wasn’t into girls, so she didn’t look very special to him. He glanced over his shoulder at his friends. He’d rather be playing basketball.

“Timmy, come on,” called one of the boys.

“What’s special about her?” asked Timmy, giving her the benefit of the doubt.

“She lost a bet with me and has to sit on the bench there for an hour and she has no panties on.”

Timmy peered over at Phoebe, his interest piqued. He could see a lot of her legs going up under that short skirt. “No underwear?” he asked. “Can you see anything?”

“You can see her pussy,” said April. “And she’s not…

“Her what?”

“Her privates,” said April. She waited a moment and Timmy appeared to digest that. “She’s not allowed to move. So, the four of you could come sit…”

“What’s it look like?”

“You’ll have to come see,” said April. “I’ll bet a boy your age would like to take a peek at a girl’s privates.”

“Kind of,” said Timmy, not wanting to admit to his growing curiosity. Something else was growing, but Timmy wasn’t aware of it at the moment.

“OK, tell your friends about it and then you can come sit on the ground in front of her, you know, like she was reading you a story and you can see everything.”

“OK,” said Timmy, he turned and walked over to his friends.

April walked back to Phoebe and sat next to her while the four boys huddled on the basketball court. “What was that all about?” asked Phoebe.

“I told them you have to sit on the bench with your legs spread and no panties for an hour,” said April.

“You told them to come look!?”

“Sure,” said April. “Aren’t they cute? They can’t decide whether to play basketball or peek at the girl’s pussy.”

“My pussy,” said Phoebe. The gel that April put on was sure working. She still felt that incredible tingle and wondered what it would feel like when the boys strolled by to look. She looked closer at the boys now that she knew what April had in mind. They were all around 10 years old. The one with his back to her turned and looked at her and she froze.

“April, I can’t…”

“Quiet, Phoebster,” said April. “They’re coming over. Don’t say a word. Just sit there and smile.”

“But April…”

“Not a word, I said.”

Timmy was apparently elected to go first. The other boys stopped ten feet away while Timmy plopped down on the ground in front of Phoebe. She felt a tremendous urge to close her legs, but an even stronger wash of warmth as his eyes ran up her legs and sought in the shadows. She hadn’t expected him to be so brazen about it. There was nothing casual about his glance as he leaned forward, intent on her pussy and then his eyes widened in surprise.

The boy looked over at his friends and nodded. Then he waved them over. The other three boys came and crowded around Timmy, sitting down and pushing and shoving for position.

April blushed as the boys stared between her legs. Yet, she felt a rush from the feel of their eyes on her body.

“Makes you hot, doesn’t it?” said April softly.

“Uh huh,” nodded Phoebe.

“Spread them wider,” said April.

Phoebe’s knees went farther apart, letting the sun shine in on her pussy.

“Holy cow, Phoebe,” said one of the boys.

April had to stifle a laugh. That’s what Phoebe was objecting to. She knew one of the boys. “Don’t you say a word,” said Phoebe to the boy.

“Bet they’d like to touch it,” said April.

Phoebe glanced around. There were younger kids with mothers at the park. “Not here,” said Phoebe. “No way.”

“Ask them if they’d like to touch it,” insisted April.

“Not here,” said Phoebe again. She wanted it. She was so hot now that she wanted to be touched. There was just a shred of decency remaining that told her here was not the place for it.

“No, not here,” said April. “We’ll go some place else. Ask them.”

“Do you want to…” she paused and looked at April, “… touch me there?”

“Yeah,” said Timmy. He held out a hand.

“Not here,” said April sharply. “Come on.” There was a secluded place behind the restrooms and some bushes where she’d played games like this with Mark when they were younger. It would be safe. She led the group back there, pushing through the thick hedge that hid the park’s storage shed.

As they gathered in the little hideaway, April said, “Pull up your skirt, Phoebe. All the way, let them get a good look.”

Phoebe pulled the short skirt up around her waist, feeling even more excited as she bared herself for the boys. She sat down on the ground, her skirt around her waist. Timmy reached for her slit and ran his finger up and down. “Wow,” he said as he touched it. He couldn’t believe he was actually getting to do it.

“One at a time,” said April. She was more concerned about prolonging the experience and teasing Phoebe than anything else. She didn’t want the boys to fondle her quickly and then lose interest. She guided Timmy’s probing finger to Phoebe’s clit and told him to rub hard right there.

“Oh, holy shit,” squealed Phoebe as he touched her right where she wanted him to touch her. April clapped a hand over Phoebe’s mouth to stifle the rest of her outburst as she came on the little boy’s finger. She used her other hand to wrestle Phoebe’s shirt up over her tits. Now Phoebe was essentially naked for the four boys.

“Let me do it,” said the boy that Phoebe knew. He stuck his finger in the same place and rubbed, getting much the same reaction from the squirming blond. April had her hands full keeping Phoebe from screaming in ecstasy and from writhing out of her grasp.

“Touch her here, Timmy,” said April, pointing the boy at his first chance to cop a feel of an older girl. He put his hands on her tits and squeezed them. He looked unimpressed at the experience, but it made Phoebe even harder to handle.

The third boy took his turn fingering Phoebe through what was now a long, constant orgasm. Greg, the second boy, got a chance to feel up Phoebe, though it was tough just to get his hands on the squirming girl. His eyes gleamed with delight as he touched tits that he’d wanted to touch ever since he’d noticed them starting a few months ago. Finally, the fourth boy got his chance to finger Phoebe’s pussy. He used several fingers to rub her sensitive clit, making Phoebe moan incoherently into April’s hand.

“Keep her going,” said April as the fourth boy tired of fingering Phoebe. Greg reached for her clit again and rubbed it, grinning at the reaction it got from Phoebe. The fourth boy was just reaching for his turn to feel up the preteen when a man stepped through the hedge.

“Well, well, what have we here?” he said menacingly. His fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants.

“Get out of here,” said April.

Phoebe wrenched April’s hand off her mouth. “No, no, let him do me. I need it! I want his cock.”

“Phoebe!” said April sharply. “He’s a pervert. A child molester. You don’t know where his cock has been.” She snapped her gaze back to the man. “Get out of here or I’ll scream.”

The man stood his ground, his hard cock now free of his pants. “She said it’s OK.”

“Get out or I’ll scream,” said April. She inhaled a deep breath, making the threat seem very real.

The man turned quickly and disappeared through the bushes.

“No, no,” whined Phoebe as he vanished. “Honey, I wanted him.”

“Play time’s over,” said April abruptly. The mood was gone. She helped Phoebe to her feet and straightened her clothes. The six of them went back out of the hedge and into the park again. The man was still walking away, leaving the park as they watched.

The boys went back to basketball as if nothing out of the ordinary had interrupted them. April took Phoebe back home and up to her room.

“Why did you chase him away?” asked Phoebe.

“What did I say?” demanded April. “He was a dirty old man looking for kids our age to do nasty things to. You don’t know what he had in mind or who else he’d done that to. You’re not a fucking slut, Phoebster, so don’t go letting every cock get in your pussy.”

“OK, yeah, you’re right,” said Phoebe. “It’s just… I was so horny. God, honey, you made me lose it big time.”

“Yeah,” said April. “But who takes care of you?”

“You do,” said Phoebe.

“That’s right,” said April. “I take care of my Phoebster. I’m not going to let a dirty old man have his way with you.”

“No, but you let Greg do it?”

“Who?”

“My stepbrother.”

“What?” said April in surprise. She didn’t even know Phoebe had a stepbrother.

“Yeah, my father married his mother. I go there some weekends,” she said.

“Oh, holy fuck, you just put out for your stepbrother?” said April with a laugh.

“Yeah. I tried to tell you, but you didn’t let me talk.”

“Damn, it’s a good thing I chased that guy away then. Your stepbrother won’t tell anyone that he fingered his stepsister, but he sure might tell if he saw you getting raped by a dirty old man.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Phoebe. “I didn’t think of that.”

That’s right, thought April. Phoebe hadn’t been thinking of much at that moment. She hadn’t been capable of rational thought. “Good thing I was there,” said April again. “I take care of my Phoebster.” She pulled off her clothes, a plan forming in her mind already. Phoebe didn’t need any encouragement to follow suit.

April pulled Phoebe’s head to her chest, resting it on her own small tits. “Who takes care of you?” She caressed Phoebe’s long blond hair.

“You do,” said Phoebe softly.

“That’s right. Who knows you best?”

“You do.”

“Yeah, who makes you cum better and better each time?”

“You do.”

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

“I haven’t cum today. Show me how much you love me.”

Phoebe felt gentle pressure and she followed April’s hands to kneel before her mistress. “Kiss me here,” said April, pointing at her soft inner thigh. She pulled Phoebe’s hands up to rest on her ass. “Hold me like this.”

Phoebe was more than happy to nuzzle at April’s thighs, cupping her ass cheeks as she did. When she tried to kiss April’s pussy, April pushed her head back down to her thighs. “Not yet, Phoebster,” she said softly. She felt a growing tingle just from Phoebe’s submissive behavior. She wanted to let that build, testing Phoebe’s surrender.

Gently she pulled Phoebe higher, letting her hands be suggestive rather than commanding. Phoebe kissed her belly and ran her tongue around her navel. Higher and Phoebe licked at April’s tits. April entwined her fingers in Phoebe’s soft blond hair, guiding her from one nipple to the other and back again.

Abruptly, April pulled Phoebe up to her feet, using Phoebe’s hair as leverage. She mashed her lips to Phoebe’s, taking the younger girl’s lips and mouth in a demanding kiss. Phoebe let April’s tongue enter her mouth, almost raping her the way it pushed in unbidden. Her eyes were wide with desire as April commanded her with gentle and then demanding touches.

April pulled away, but just inches. She spoke softly, making a point of letting Phoebe feel hot breath on her face. “My beautiful, beautiful Phoebster. Do you love me?”

“Yes,” said Phoebe, almost inaudibly.

“You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” said Phoebe, very aware that she’d heard those same words from two others the day before.

“You’ll do anything for me because I’ll do everything for you.”

“Yes,” said Phoebe. Deep inside she knew there was a big difference between anything and everything. The big difference was in who would decide what was done and when.

“Put your hands on your head,” said April as she picked up a leather belt. “And keep them there for me.”

Phoebe put her hands on the top of her head, stretching her slender body and offering it to April. She watched as April swung the leather belt against her ass. She felt the sting, but kept her hands in place with pride.

April dropped the belt. “I should spank you more, Phoebster,” she said. “Acting like a slut with that dirty old man. Arguing with me when I sent him away. You know I do everything for your own good.”

“Yes, I know. Sp-spank me some more, m-m-m’lady.” She’d heard Angie use that term with her daughter. Now she knew why.

April barely contained her surprise as her plan to own Phoebe was suddenly realized. She’d seen it coming, but hadn’t expected it quite this soon or this easily. She picked up the leather belt again. Phoebe’s hands were still on her head, her tiny tits melting into her body as she stretched. Her body sensuously invited the cruel caress of the belt.

April slashed the belt across Phoebe’s unprotected ass five more times. Each time Phoebe yelped in pain, but her hands remained in position on her head. She’d learned to appreciate the pain and the pleasure that came afterward. Today she had no anticipation of pleasure, yet it came just from the act of submission. She felt herself warm as the blows fell.

April left and returned with a warm washcloth. Phoebe was surprised that she would get such generous treatment after her slutty behavior. But, it wasn’t her that was about to get her ass washed and licked. April just handed the cloth to Phoebe and lay face down on the bed, her own ass in the air. She looked back at Phoebe. “Do me,” she said.

Phoebe did as she was told. She carefully washed April’s puckered asshole with the warm cloth and then ran her tongue around it. The feeling of warmth spread as she attended to April’s tight ass. She was doing anything, just as April commanded her. Physically it was no different than the many times April had done this for her, yet mentally she again knew the difference between anything and everything. April would do everything to Phoebe that April wanted to do. Phoebe would do anything for April when April wanted her to do it.

When Phoebe starting licking her ass, April was already hot enough to cum on the spot. She let her new submissive lick for a couple of minutes, adding physical pleasure to the mental arousal she felt from Phoebe’s surrender. Then she rolled on her back and let Phoebe’s tongue dance between her lips, wrestling with her clit until she screamed in orgasm.

April allowed herself a moment to relax as her orgasm passed and then pushed Phoebe onto her back. The lithe blond was panting from the excitement of pleasuring her mistress and had been during most of the ass and pussy licking. As April licked at her pussy, Phoebe vented her release in screams that had been denied her at the park.

The two girls lay for a few minutes, Phoebe’s head resting on April’s chest. April patted Phoebe’s head like the pet she was. But, the day’s sexual energy had passed. It was soon time for lunch and then a trip to the mall for some shopping, not flashing.

That afternoon, April prepared Phoebe for next Friday. “Your birthday is next week, isn’t it?” she asked the 12-year-old.

“Finally,” said Phoebe. “I hate summer birthdays. Everybody else gets to celebrate their birthday at school, but I never do.”

“Awwww,” said April in mock sympathy. “I thought we’d do something special for your birthday. How about a slumber party at my house next Friday night?”

“Cool,” said Phoebe. “I’ll ask my mom. Who should we invite?”

“That’s what’s going to make this party interesting,” said April. “You can invite two girls. Not necessarily your best friends. You can invite the girl most likely to go down on you.”

Phoebe laughed, “Oh, that kind of slumber party. Mmmm, I can hardly wait. Who else?”

“The second girl you can invite is the girl you’d most like to go down on you.”

“What if it’s the same girl?” asked Phoebe as she thought about who she’d like to lick her pussy.

“Is it?”

Phoebe thought for a few more seconds. “No,” she said as another name popped into her head. “Karina is the most likely to go down on me. She was hitting on me a couple of months ago. I think she’ll do it.”

“Karina Sanchez?” asked April just to be sure. “Yeah, I remember her hanging out with you for a while. Then she gave up?”

“I wasn’t sure back then,” admitted Phoebe.

April liked the idea of Karina. She was almost Phoebe’s opposite, yet so similar. Both were about the same height and build, slender with just a trace of development. Both had long straight hair. But Karina had a dark complexion and almost jet black hair compared to Phoebe’s fair skin and blond hair.

“And who’s the one you’d like to go down on you?”

“Brittany,” said Phoebe coyly.

“I knew it,” said April. Brittany and Phoebe had been close friends at the start of the school year. The two didn’t hang out together much anymore, but they were friends at school. The freckled Brittany had long, dark red hair and was built more like April. She’d had her tits since sixth grade.

“But she won’t do it,” said Phoebe.

“Yeah, she will,” said April. “I think she’s into girls, too. She’s just trying to deny it. Besides, she’ll do it when she sees the three of us having fun.”

“Cool,” said Phoebe. “This is going to be a great party. Just the four of us.” She was thinking about an intimate get together with three other pretty girls just for her.