BECKY & JASON

BY SCAVENGER

Becky and I (Jason) were only 8 years old when this particular incident occurred. We had been friends since before kindergarten. Our folks lived right next door to each other, and we visited every time we had a chance. We walked each other home after school, and on alternate Fridays we would go to each other’s house to play and have dinner. We only lived three blocks from the school, and our birthdays were only two days apart, so we always celebrated them together on the middle day.

It was late spring and very warm. I had on a button down short-sleeved shirt, jeans and sneakers without socks. I unbuttoned my shirt to let the air blow against my chest. She wore a yellow tank top which she had rolled up to the inside to just below her nipples exposing her really cute belly button, matching yellow shorts, and matching yellow sandals. I watched her feet a lot, because I really loved her bare feet. This Friday it was our turn to go to her house to play. On this particular day, I did something I had never done before – I took her left hand into my right. She didn’t try to pull away. In fact, she entwined her fingers around mine as we walked home from school. Just like real girlfriend and boyfriend. And I guess we were, though we didn’t realize it at first.

We went upstairs to her room. We tossed our books on her four-poster bed, pulled off our shoes, then played some board games. I glanced up and looked at her bed; I pulled off my shirt and suddenly I got up, grabbed a pillow and hit her with it. I didn’t hit her very hard, and all she did was to fall sideways from her kneeling position. After putting up the games she bounced up and grabbed the other pillow and hit me back. Then the real battle began. Soon feathers were flying everywhere and we were laughing and giggling. Her mom opened the door and just stood there. We finally noticed her, but not until the pillowcases had emptied.

“I see you two had a lot of fun. I hope you are prepared to pay for the pillows.”

I just stared at her from a bowed head. Becky began to shed a few tears, and I noticed her bottom lip curl up as I glanced at her. “No, ma’am,” we said in unison.

“I tell you what. Get out of those clothes so I can pick the feathers off them and get them washed, then the two of you go get a shower. Then come right back in here for your punishment. You understand me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” we said together. She left, and we stripped off the rest of our clothes. This was nothing to us, since we had bathed and showered together ever since we knew each other. We both knew the facts of life, and knew what the parts of the body were called, both the good names and the bad ones. I loved to see her naked. I didn’t know what it was then, but now I do. Her body was the cutest little naked girl body I had ever seen – in fact, the only one I had ever seen.

We held hands as we went to the bathroom. She started the shower as I stood back. Bent over her little butt cheeks separated a little, and I caught a mere glimpse of her partially exposed little puckered anus. I had never seen it before. I reached over and touched it. She jerked and stood up, realized what happened, smiled at me, then bent over again to adjust the water some more, this time with her legs spread as wide apart as she could get them. Her little anus now peeked out between her cheeks, and I put a finger there again, and she moved her butt slowly around. I knew she didn’t want me to stop. So I didn’t. I continued to play with her anus until she put the plug in the bathtub and let it fill up with water, and put some bubbles in it for a good bubble bath.

She finally stood up, trapping my finger between her cheeks, against her little anus. Slowly I pulled out my finger, Becky shutting her eyes and shuddering as I did so. She turned around, looked at me, took my head in her two hands, and reached her mouth up and kissed me, for a very long time. I put my arms around her, sliding them up and down her naked body, enjoying every moment of it, my limp penis coming into contact with her hairless vagina.

The water filled the tub, and she let go and turned off the faucet. I slid my feet in first, then held her hand as she did the same. We sat carefully, the water hot, but not too hot. She slid up to me and kissed me again. I returned the kiss. She smiled at me and leaned back. I smiled and leaned back the other way. As we lay back, our feet reached the other’s head. Oh, God, her feet, so beautiful, so soft. I took them in my hands, one in each, and kissed them through the soapy bubbles still clinging to them. She then did the exact same thing to mine. Then she turned around, and scooted back into my chest. I could feel her bottom pressing against my penis. It began to grow, and she could feel it against her bottom.

“That feels good, Jason.”

I reached around her and began to play with her little nipples, rubbing them and squeezing them just a little bit. I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Below,” she said. “Below. You know where.”

I reached down with one hand while my other continued to tease her nipples. I found her little slit, and began rubbing it back and forth. I found her clit, no longer hidden by her hood. I rubbed it slowly and she jerked in the bathtub against me as I did so, her legs shivering. I continued to rub her slit and clit, my finger finally entering her down there, and as I moved it in and out I also rubbed her clit at the same time. I was still teasing her nipples. Finally she came, tensing her body and shaking all over. When she finally settled down, she turned around and got on her knees. She took my little penis in hand and began to pump it. I seemed to get harder when she touched it, and as she pumped my penis her other hand teased and pinched and twisted my little testicles. This drove me wild, and in just a few minutes I spurted into the water, several times. We had never done this to each other before. But we knew we wanted it.

Then we soaped down each other. I rubbed Becky down with my hands, paying particular attention to her rear hole, then she did the same for me. We turned on the shower to get rinsed off. We toweled each other down, making sure we were completely dry. Then we returned to Becky’s room where her mother stood waiting for us, having cleaned her room. Not one feather lay anywhere.

She was sitting on Becky’s bed, looking at us. “Come here, both of you, and put your wrists out to me.” We obeyed her, and before we could do much of anything, had our wrists tied very tightly palm to palm. “Now, Becky, I want you to spread your legs.” Becky obeyed, then I watched as her mother tied a rope around her waist with one end hanging, then pulled that end up between her legs, making sure her labia were parted, up the crack of her ass, and tied it off in back. “Jason, come here.” I, too, obeyed. She took more rope then tied it around my penis and testicles as tightly as she could, wrapping it several times around both, giving me another hard on. She then took two rolled up socks and stuffed each one into each of our mouths. She tied very long socks around each one twice then tied it off behind our heads. “Now, both of you, lay down on the bed face up. Becky, I want your head at the foot of the bed, and Jason I want your head at the head of the bed.” We just kind of stood there. “NOW, children, I don’t have all evening.” We hurried and did as we were told. She pulled Becky’s hands up and tied them to the foot post of the bed, then tied her feet and jerked her up until she was severely stretched, then tied her ankles to the head post. She did the same thing to me, only opposite. I could see Becky from the feet down, Becky could see me likewise.

Her mom told us, “Jason, you don’t need to tell your mom what has happened to you. I have already talked to her, and she agrees that severe bondage might teach the both of you to behave. And, even though you both deserve what is happening to you right now, even if one of you goofs up, you will both be stripped naked and tied up for as long as the parents deem necessary. So, have fun, little ones. I will see you in a little bit.”

She left and closed the door, leaving us totally naked and severely stretched out and tied, our genitals being tortured in different ways with rope, and gagged. I could look down along Becky’s side and see most of her body, the same as she could see mine. But I felt more embarrassed simply because she could see my penis and testicles bound with rope, my penis erect, and now seeping clear fluid, rolling down my penis onto the ropes and hairless area around the base of my penis. With Becky, I could only see her labia split by the rope.

I struggled, but of course it was useless. I watched Becky also struggle to get loose, and she too failed. But you know what? It was fun being tied up and gagged and helpless, and struggling to get free and knowing you can’t even made it more fun, especially when you’re tied with the girl you loved. The more I struggled, the more pre-cum oozed from the head of my penis and puddle at the base. I could tell that Becky’s crotch rope was also getting wet, so I knew she was also excited at being tied up naked and gagged.

As she moved, I could see her body rubbing against the crotch rope, moving enough to cause her to become excited, the rope rubbing against her clit and anus, and deep into her parted labia. As I watched, she moved her body faster, until finally she tensed and screamed into her gag. She did this several times, and I knew it must have been an intensive orgasm. She closed her eyes and just lay there.

I began to move my body up and down, and found the rope pulling against my testicles and penis began to feel good. I continued to move up and down, back and forth, and it took me quite a while, but I finally managed to spurt around 4 or 5 times, the white sperm falling to just below my belly button, and on down as the spasms died down, finally pooling around the base of my penis. I had had my eyes closed for quite a while, concentrating. I opened them and saw Becky watching me.

We had both seen the other masturbate themselves the best each knew how, to complete orgasm. Just them her mom walked in.

“Ah ha! I see you two have been playing.” She walked over and looked at me, as it was pretty obvious I had reached orgasm. “Nice, Jason. Very nice. I wondered how long it would take you to figure out how to masturbate. And Becky, I see the rope between your lips is completely soaked. I see you discovered the same thing. Well, I’m not ready to untie you yet. So just lay there a little longer. I will see you in a little while. Oh, and if you have to pee, DON’T!” She left us again and shut the door.

Now I began to struggle in earnest, my penis still hard, my balls beginning to hurt in their ties. Becky did the same thing, so we were bouncing the bed, but still it was no use. Sweat began to cover our bodies. I began again to struggle, and Becky followed suit. But then, we tired, and the sweat began to roll off our bodies onto Becky’s bed. I reached my head to my right, trying to get to Becky’s feet. I could just barely get my head close, to look at her precious and beautiful and soft feet and toes. Becky followed suit, trying to get close to my bare feet. But we were tied too tightly to really do anything.

Suddenly, I got the urge. I had to pee. I couldn’t tell Becky, I couldn’t yell for her mom, I had to hold it in. Becky then did the same thing. I figured she had to pee as well. Then her mom came in.

“Do you two have to pee?” We nodded our heads vigorously. “Very well. I am going to untie you from the bed, but I am going to retie your hands behind your back, untie your feet, and remove the genital ropes. The gag I am leaving in. As soon as you are done, come back in here right away. Understand?” We nodded vigorously.

She did as she promised. We both ran into the bathroom. As Becky sat, I aimed my penis between her legs as she sat back. She let go with a stream of urine, then I did the same. We were too close to be embarrassed about this. I pulled a little toilet paper off the roll, then indicated to spread her legs like mine. She did, and I very carefully wiped her clean, dropped the tp into the toilet, and flushed it with my foot. We walked side-by-side back into her room. Her mom was still waiting for us.

“Now, if I untie you, will you promise to behave the rest of the evening and night?” We nodded vigorously. She removed our gags, then finally untied our hands. “Supper will be ready in just a couple of minutes. You can dress, or you can remain naked. It’s up to you two.” She left us.

A few minutes later we sat down to eat, both of us still naked. We played a while longer in her room, then it was bedtime. Usually I would bring over a sleeping bag, but didn’t have one this time. Her mom told us we could sleep in the same bed if we went right to sleep. We promised.

Of course, with Becky beneath me, and my little penis hard and inside her pussy, it was total ecstasy when I squirted into her, and she tensed and shivered beneath me at approximately the same time. We then hugged each other on top of the covers, and dozed off.

Saturday was a completely interesting day . . .