This story was edited by Terry Steyaert with my deepest and eternal gratitude.
It sounded so damn simple. It was a silly dare by a silly girl at a silly pajama party in front of a group of girls who were all playing a silly game of Truth-Or-Dare.
It wasn't my idea to play. I think it was Katie's idea, honestly. Since it was her idea, she went first. Katie asked Melanie a question, Melanie answered it, Melanie asked Yolonda a question, Yolonda refused to answer it and took the dare. It was simple, She had to shave her pussy. Using the electric razor my mother had bought for me to shave my legs and underarms with, Yolonda shaved her pussy bare. We all helped in one way or another. I personally shaved the first hairs from her tiny little pussy. It was my razor after all. We were all giggling by the time it was over. We could smell Yolonda's pussy. The vibrations from the razor had gotten her turned on.
Next Yolonda asked me a question. Something about the kiss I had gotten from Cody the prior weekend. I answered it, giving away, way to many details about what was going on at the same time as the kiss. The gang decided that what happened, classified me as having gone to second base. (So I let him feel my tits, so what?) After answering, I asked Marie a question. She too, refused to answer it, which was answer enough all by itself. I dared her to sit naked on the floor, with the bedroom door open, until it was her turn to answer another question. Turning red with embarrassment, she took off her nightgown and sat on the floor. Yolonda jumped up and opened the bedroom door. My parents and brother were supposed to be asleep. I didn't think there was much risk of her getting caught. It was enough to excite six fifteen year old girls though. Marie then asked Katie a question, and getting into the spirit of the game, Katie chose to take the dare, even though we all already knew the answer. She just wanted some excitement. Marie dared Katie to lick her pussy.
Katie was a little too fast getting up and moving over beside Marie. That's when we started teasing her about being a lesbian. She ignored us, Marie laid back on the floor and Katie licked her. Katie said, "It's not too bad. It tastes pretty good honestly." We all laughed. That made it Katie's turn to ask a question. She turned to me. "Do you ever masturbate?" My face fell. My mother had explained to me that masturbating was a perfectly normal thing to do. That almost everyone does it but I still didn't want to answer that question. I knew the next question would be "How often?"
"Dare!" I said. That was my big mistake.
"I dare you..." Katie said, thinking carefully. "To take off your clothes, sneak downstairs, go outside and go around the block. Naked!" Katie stated with a big smile.
I sat there for a moment considering this. I was fifteen years old, I had gotten tits just like my mothers, big! According to most, I had the third, maybe forth largest tits in our class. A good solid C cup already and still growing. That's why Cody wanted to touch them so badly. All the guys wanted to touch them. I didn't really want to go running around the neighborhood naked and showing them off. On the other hand, it was nearly four o'clock in the morning. "What kind of trouble could I possibly get into at four o'clock in the morning in this small suburban neighborhood?" I asked myself. I had to do it. I had been dared. If you didn't answer the question, if you chose the dare, there was no going back. I had to do the dare. If I didn't, well, I didn't know what would happen. I knew I would never be able to look myself in the mirror again. It was a matter of pride. "Okay," I said to Katie with a smile. I stood up, stripped off the flannel shirt I was wearing and pulled my panties down.
These girls had all seen me naked before. We shared clothes all the time. We shopped together, changed together, we even showered together at school after gym. This was the easy part. "Can I wear shoes?" I asked.
Katie considered the question for a moment and then nodded. "Flip flops," She told me.
That was fine. I just didn't want to step on something. I slipped my flip flops on and quietly sneaked out of the room. I slid by my brother's room and then down the stairs watching the third step from the bottom, I knew it squeaked. The other four girls, including Marie, who had been allowed to get dressed for this, followed me to the top of the steps. They were all giggling at me as my butt wiggled as I went down the stairs. They didn't come down the steps. From their vantage point at the top of the steps, they could see me and the front door. They watched as I unlocked the dead bolt, then the chain and finally the latch. I turned the knob slowly, I definitely did not want to wake anyone up and have them find me like this, and then pulled open the door. I took one last look up the stairs at my giggling friends and then stepped out into the warm summer air.
I carefully closed the door behind me, knelt down and looked around. I figured if I crouched and kept low there was less chance that anyone who might be out would see me. I thanked God when I didn't see anyone. I knew my friends would all be running back to my bedroom to the window to make sure I did as I was supposed to. With one final check of the street, I stood up and took off up the sidewalk, then down the driveway to the sidewalk along the street. I stopped and looked around again. Still no one around. I considered which way to go.
There were cars parked along the road to my left. I figured I could hide behind them so, at a slow jog, I headed down that way. I crouched as much as possible to hide myself behind the cars blocking the view of anyone awake across the street and to stop anyone on the same side of the street as me from seeing too much. I darted behind a large oak tree four houses down from my parents' house to hide as a car went by. I hoped they didn't see me. I wasn't so much worried about them seeing me naked, the darkness would cover that, I was worried they'd think I was "acting suspicious" and think I was a criminal and call the cops. That was just what I needed. The cops to bring me home again for being naked in public. My parents were bad enough last year when I got busted for shoplifting a six dollar bracelet. I was sure they would kill me for this.
Once the car passed, I checked up and down the street and then left the cover of the tree and continued jogging, crouching the whole way, down the street. At the corner I looked up and down the street again. This was a much busier road. Kent Drive was the main road going through the subdivision. There would be a lot more cars. I checked the street and didn't see anyone except the red taillights of the car that had gone past earlier. Crouching again, I started down the street at a slow jog. I had just gotten past the backyard fence of the corner house when I heard a car coming up behind me.
I looked back and could see the car just turning onto the street. I didn't want to act suspicious again, so I just turned at the end of the fence and tried to act casual as I made my way to the park bench where my mother would sit and watch me play on the swings when I was younger. I sat down there, my back to the street, and waited until the car passed. I waited about two minutes but the car never came by. "He must have turned," I thought to myself. Pleased with how things were going. It was then that I considered cheating and instead of going completely around the block, I considered cutting through the woods behind the playground and between the two rows of houses. I could jump the fence on the other side of the woods and be on the far side of my street. I could hide for a few more minutes and then just head home.
The problem with the idea was that, while I had been in the woods, hundreds of times, it was always in the daytime. I wasn't sure how well I would do going through the woods in the dark. I cursed myself for not thinking to bring a flashlight. Thinking of that, led me to wonder why I didn't get Rex, our family dog. I could have acted like I was just out walking my dog. No one would have thought much of that. My mind then turned back to the shortcut. I knew there was poison ivy in the woods also. How would I explain it to my mother if I tripped or something and got poison ivy on my tits but nowhere else. "No Christa," I told myself. "You're not going to cheat!"
I got up from the park bench and walked through the playground. It was kind of cheating but Katie never said I had to stay on the street. She just said I had to circle the block. I cut through the playground, which kept me away from the street and mostly out of sight until I reached the backyard fences of the houses on Danvers. Once I reached the back gates of the houses on Danvers Street, I would be forced to go back to the sidewalk and walk along the street.
I got as close to the fences as I could and moved towards the street. I watched to my left carefully, hoping no cars came from that direction. The fence would hide me from anyone coming from the right. I stopped when I heard something. I listened carefully. I swallowed hard when I realized someone was coming down Danvers right towards me. Whoever it was, was on foot and whistling. I backed up, keeping along the fence and tried to stay quiet. A man, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase appeared a second later and walked right beneath a streetlight letting me get a good look. He didn't look over. He just kept walking. "Where the hell is he going this time of morning with a briefcase?" I wondered.
He walked up to where the playground was and then stopped. "Fuck!" I said softly. "He's waiting for the bus. Shit!" I moved back a little further into the shadows and found someplace to wait. It was only a few minutes before I saw headlights turn onto Danvers. "Oh fuck me!" I said, almost in tears as I watched the bus coming down Danvers. They were coming from my left. The buses headlights would spotlight me. I turned and ran along the fence line trying to get as far back into the shadows as I could before the bus pulled to a stop. I found a large green metal box. My father had told me it was for the electricity or something like that. I scampered behind it and ducked down just as the bus pulled up to the curb and stopped. I watched the beam of the buses headlights and was proven correct. If I had remained where I was, the bus driver and anyone else on that bus would have seen me.
I sat down and put my back against the cold metal as the man got aboard and the bus pulled away. Tears were streaming down my face, not in fear but from the tension. I sat there and cried for a few minutes. I counted four cars go by in the few minutes I was there. "I'm going to kill Katie when I get home!" I declared as I pulled myself together, rose to my feet and checked the road. I couldn't see much of the actual road, only the area between the fences, but I watched for headlights and when I was reasonably sure no one was coming, I ran along the fence back towards the street.
I was about halfway between the electrical box and the street when another car came from my left. I looked around for someplace to hide, found nowhere, and dove to the ground, burying my face in the dirt, hoping whoever was in the car hadn't seen me. I laid there and watched the car go by, then another and another. "Damn it!" I thought, almost bursting into tears again. I forced the tears down, waited for an opportunity and then jumped up and made a mad dash for the sidewalk. I figured if I could get around the houses and on to Olsen Street, I would be okay. Olsen wasn't nearly as busy as Danvers. I got to the end of the fences, right beside the sidewalk and stopped. I peeked around the fence and saw another car turning off Olsen and onto Danvers. I ducked back behind the fence and watched the car pass.
With the street clear of cars and people, I darted out from around the fence and ran as fast as I could towards the front of the house on Olsen Street. My left flip flop flew off of my foot as I ran. I stopped, turned around to go get it when I saw a car turning right off of my street. It was only a couple hundred feet away and headed right towards me. I had to make a quick choice, go back for my flip flop and get seen, possibly by a neighbor who would recognize me or abandon the flip flop and run for Olsen and hope they didn't get a good look at me. I certainly didn't want to be seen. That was definitely worse than being barefoot. I turned back around, just in time to see another car coming from the other direction and moving fast towards me.
I kicked off my other flip flop, figuring I could run faster barefoot and headed for Olsen. The headlights of the car in front of me swept over me just as I turned the corner and started running down Olsen. I turned back and saw one of the cars turn onto Olsen. "Did they see me?" I wondered. "Are they following me?" I ran faster, I felt something dig into my foot but I forced myself to keep running. Tears streamed down my face as I ran. My right foot was in agony. I was sure I had stepped on a piece of glass or something. I had no doubt in my mind that my foot was bleeding all over the place as I ran. I turned at the driveway to a house where I had seen an open garage door and ran right into the open garage.
I plastered myself against the wall and watched the car drive by. Out of breath from the tension and from running and with my right foot killing me, I limped to the back of the garage, found an old milk crate, turned it upside down and sat down facing the car that was parked in the garage. The walls of the garage and the car would hide me from everyone's view. I felt safe and hidden for the first time since I'd left my house.
I lifted my right foot onto my left knee and tried to find out what I had stepped on. In the darkness of the garage, I couldn't see anything. "I'll have to work by touch.," I told myself. I gently placed a finger to where I thought the wound would be and gently rubbed. It was wet and warm. "Fuck, I'm bleeding!" I said out loud. I slid my finger over my foot again and found something still sticking out of the wound. I was trying to wrap my fingers around whatever it was to pull it out when the door leading from the house into the garage opened and the lights came on. I looked up just in time to see a woman step out into the garage.
For a moment, I considered running. I even stood up to do so but as soon as my right foot touched the cement, I knew I wouldn't be able too. I'd gotten this far on adrenaline alone. Normally, I would have fallen down if something stabbed me in the foot. I wouldn't have wanted to walk at all, much less run. I knew I couldn't run, I didn't have time to hide, so I stood there and watched as the woman closed the door and turned to me. She stopped short.
I must have been a sight. My blond hair pulled back into a single ponytail on the back of my head, tears streaming down my cheeks from fear and anxiety, naked as the day I was born, dirt and grass all over me from when I had eaten dirt to hide myself, my tits hanging out, my hairy twat right there for the woman to see and me, standing there on one foot trying to keep the weight off of my right foot. "Who are you? What are doing in here?"
"Hiding," I said, hoping she wouldn't ask who I was again.
"Who are hiding from and why are you naked?"
I considered how to answer her. I could lie, but what to tell her? I could tell her someone tried to rape me. If I did that though, she'd want to call the cops, they'd call my parents, my parents would want to know why I had left the house. The cops would want a description. The rape thing was the only thing I could think of and it would never hold up. My friends were bound to tell the truth to someone. I decided to follow my grand fathers advice, stick to the truth as much as possible. I started crying and sank down onto the old milk crate again.
"My name is Christa. I live over on Wayne," I told her and pointed over my shoulder. "I had some friends over. My parents had gone to bed and we were playing truth-or-dare. I took a dare and she challenged me to go around the block, naked. She let me wear flip flops, but I lost them. I was trying not to be seen. A car turned up the street though and there was no place to hide, so I ran. I saw your garage door open and ran in but before I could, I stepped on something and cut my foot. I was just trying to get it out. That's the truth. I promise. Please don't call the police or my parents. I'll leave as soon as I can get whatever's in my foot, out," I told the woman. I really hadn't meant to tell everything but once I started, it all just came pouring out.
"Okay, relax," the woman told me. She came towards me, kneeled down in front of me and set her purse on the ground. "My name is Georgia. I'm a nurse, let me have a look at your foot." I looked at her for a second, seeing no other options, I put my right foot on to my left knee and turned so she could see it. She leaned down close to my foot and looked at it. As she was examining me, I looked her over.
She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, had brown hair that was put up in a bun, was wearing a white blouse with a floral print on it, mostly blue flowers and a pair of dark blue Capri pants. She was pretty but not extremely so. She looked nice enough.
After examining my foot she looked up at me and smiled. "Well, from the looks of it, you've got a nail in your foot. I don't know how big it is but it needs to come out. You stay here," she told me as she rose to her feet. "I'm going to go inside and get some tweezers to pull the nail out, something to wash your foot with and a bandage for it. Okay?" I nodded. "I'll close the garage door so no one else sees you," she said with a smile.
She went back inside and a second later, the garage door slowly started to close. As I waited for her to return, I hoped and prayed she wasn't in there calling the cops. It seemed like she was gone a long time but I don't think it was more than a few minutes. When she came back out, I jumped again. She laughed but came over to me and kneeled down again. She laid a towel on top of a nearby cardboard box and unfolded it. I looked at the stuff inside. A pair of tweezers, a wet wash cloth, a bottle of iodine, some cotton swabs and a large bandage.
"See, just what I said," she told me with a smile. "Give me your foot." I raised my foot back onto my knee and held my ankle with both hands to keep it from moving. She picked up the tweezers and lowered her face near my foot again. "So you were dared to run around the block naked, huh?" She asked as she poked at the nail and the bottom of my foot with the tweezers. I nodded and winced as she touched a sore spot. "Nice friends you got there. You know you could have been seriously injured. If the wrong person had seen you, you could have been raped, kidnapped, who knows. It really isn't very safe."
"I guess. But I couldn't not do the dare," I told her and winced in pain again as she grabbed the head of the nail with the tweezers.
"Close your eyes," she told me. I closed my eyes and with one jerk, she yanked the nail out of my foot. I let out a small scream from the pain but it died away quickly. The nail fell to the cement. She picked it up and showed it to me. "Well, if you were going to have something forced inside you, I guess a nail is the best of the options," she joked. I took the nail from her. It wasn't that big, less than half an inch long and skinny. It amazed me that little thing could hurt that much.
Georgia laid the tweezers down and picked up the washcloth. She gently rubbed the bottom of my foot, wiping away all the blood and then looked at the hole again. "You may need stitches. I want you to promise me that you'll tell your parents about this and have them take you to your doctor. You might need a tetanus shot also. Will you do that?" she asked me as she laid the washcloth down and picked up the iodine and a cotton swab. I nodded. "Don't talk much do you?"
"I'm sorry. I appreciate you helping me like this. I really do. I'm just a little upset, you know?"
"Actually, I do. It wasn't that long ago that I was your age."
"Did you ever do anything totally and completely stupid like this?"
"Yes, I did," she told me as she dabbed the injured area with a cotton swab soaked with Iodine, "but I didn't go running around naked until I got into college. How old are you anyway?"
"Fifteen."
"Of course. You should have waited another year. Then she would have dared to you drive to the mall and back naked. It's a little easier anyway," Georgia stated with a smile. I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but it wasn't really working. "How long do you think it will be before your friends come looking for you?"
"They won't. They won't leave the house."
"Your house, I assume." I nodded. "Do you think they'll wake your parents if you're not back in an hour or so?"
"My father will be up at six. If I haven't come back by then, they'll have to tell him." She unwrapped the large square band- aid and laid it over the injured area.
"I see. So, how about I give you a ride the rest of the way around the block, drop you off at the corner so your friends don't see and then I can watch and make sure you get home safe? How's that sound?"
It sounded great. Georgia was still kneeling in front of me. Her eyes wandered over me, checking out my tits and when I put my foot back down, she even checked out my bush. I don't know what it was but I didn't like the way she was looking at me. It made the hairs on my neck stand up. "Thanks. But I really don't want to cheat. I promise I'll go slower and go right home," I told her. "Plus I don't want to mess up your car or anything and I imagine you have someplace you're supposed to be."
"You're right. I was on my way to work but I've got enough time to run you home real quick and I've got a towel here, brought it just for you to sit on." She was still smiling at me.
When I stood up, she stood up. I tried putting weight on my foot and it did feel a little better. "You'd best take this with you too," Georgia said and handed me the nail. "It'll help the doctor do what needs to be done for your foot." I took the nail and walked away from her, testing to make sure I could walk. I walked all the way around the car and back to her. "So, here," she said and handed me the towel. "Jump in the car, I'll have you home in a matter of minutes."
I really wanted to take the ride but two things were stopping me; One, was the weird feeling I was getting from her and two, I really didn't want to cheat on this dare. "I really appreciate you taking care of my foot and all and not yelling at me or calling the cops or my parents. But I really don't want to cheat. I hate cheating! I think I'll be okay."
"Oh come on, Christa. I can't let you go back out like this, naked and injured. What kind of nurse would I be if I did?"
"Really, it's okay..." I started to say.
She interrupted me. "Christa, I did something for you. I got that nail out of your foot. It's only right; you do something for me. What I want you to do, is get in the car," she said and threw the towel to me. She picked up the rest of the stuff she had brought out and took it all back in the house. As she went in, she reached over and pushed the button to open the garage door so she could pull her car out. As soon as the door started to open, I laid the towel on the hood of her car and walked, as quickly as I could, out of the garage and headed down the street. I was lucky there were no cars.
By the time she came out, realized I had left and got out of the garage, I was three houses away. She called me twice but then went back into to the garage. Afraid she may come after me in her car, I ran for a short distance and then hid between two bushes someone had in their front yard. As feared, she pulled out of her garage and drove slowly down the street towards me. As she passed me, I could see her head swiveling back and forth. At the end of the block, she turned right onto Grayson.
Once she was out of sight, I jumped up, and walking through the yards, it was easier on my feet than walking on the sidewalks, I headed for Grayson also. I was so intent on watching Grayson Drive for her to come back that I didn't hear the car coming up behind me until they were almost right beside me. They honked their horn and I turned to see a van with something written on the side. There were two men in the van. I tried to cover myself and looked for someplace to hide but found nowhere.
The passenger in the van rolled down his window and leaned out. "Hey little girl, whatcha doin?" he yelled.
I tried to ignore him and just kept walking. "Why ya naked?" he yelled out to me. He was yelling much louder than he really needed too. I realized he was trying to embarrass me. He was trying to wake people up. "Wanna ride, chickee?" he yelled, then he and the driver both laughed.
I stopped walking and turned to him. "No, thank you. Please stop yelling!" I shouted back at him. The van pulled ahead of me and the passenger got out. He was blocking my way. A second later, the engine shut off and I heard the driver's door open and shut.
"Come on, Chickee," the passenger screamed as he came towards me. Fear gripped me and I stopped moving. He steadily advanced on me. A second later, the driver appeared and moved towards me from my left side. "Jus' tell us why you're nekkid and we'll leave ya alone."
"Don't worry, darlin," the driver told me, both men still coming towards me. "We ain't gonna hurt ya."
"What do you want?" I screamed at them both.
"We jus' wanna know why you're nekkid," the passenger said. He was now only a few feet in front of me. The driver was only about ten feet from me.
"It was a dare, okay," I told him, my head swinging from one to the other. "Now would you please leave me alone?"
"A dare, ay?" the passenger said and came another step closer. I finally managed to move and started to back away from him. "What was ya dared to do?"
"To walk around the block."
"Nekkid?" the passenger asked. I just nodded. He laughed. "Didja hear that, Frank?. Someone dared this here pretty little girl to walk around the block nekkid at four in the mornin."
"Ah heard her," Frank said. "Ah'm Frank, by the way." Frank was now less than five feet from me. "This here's mah little brother, Todd. I know he looks mean but don't worry, it's just cuz he's ugly," Frank, the driver, stated with a laugh.
"Yeah, that's right," Todd said, also laughing. "Ah'm ugly and Frank's stupid."
I took another step back and hit the wall of a house. Frank was to my left and Todd was right in front of me. I couldn't get any further backwards, that just left moving to the right. I looked to my right and could clearly see there was a six foot high wooden fence. I'd backed myself into a corner. "Please, just let me go," I begged and started to cry.
"Hell darlin," Frank said. I have to disagree with their assessment. While Todd was definitely uglier, I think Frank got the looks and the brains. "We ain't gonna hurtcha. Hell, if you want, you can jump into the van and we'll drive ya home. Whadaya say?"
"No! I can't. If my friends found out I cheated," I said, making shit up as I went,. "I would have to do something even worse." I was now cornered. I hadn't even noticed that I had slid along the side of the house and into the corner where the house and the fence met.
"What's worse than bein naked and cornered by two grown men?" Todd asked. They were right in front of me now. I wrapped my arms across my chest to try and hide my large tits.
"Please, go away. I don't need a ride. Please," I begged.
"Now, now darlin, no need ta cry," Frank said and reached out to rub my arm. I wanted to pull away but there was nowhere to go. "What's your name? We tol' you our names. You can at least tell us yours."
"Christa."
"Christa, That's a good name. A pretty name for a pretty girl," Frank said. He was doing all the talking now. Todd was just standing there, leering at me. Mostly at my chest. "Now, Christa, we're just trying to understand why a pretty young girl like you is out here on the street, naked, at four thirty in the morning. That isn't so bad is it?"
"What do you want?" I asked. Anger growing inside my belly.
"What do we want? Well, we just want to take ya home, that's all. Come on, why don't we get in the van, I'll take ya anywhere ya wanna go."
I shook my head. "I can't. I told you. My friends would make me do something else if I cheated. Anyway, my Mom always told me not to get in a car with strangers."
"And what," Todd said nastily,. "your Momma never tol' ya not to run around the block nekkid?"
"Just tell me what I have to do to get you guys to leave me alone and let me go home?" I yelled.
"Damn girl, you must really want us gone," Frank said and smacked Todd's arm. "Ya hear that Toddy, she's willin' to pay us to leave her the fuck alone."
"Ah think we should take it," Todd said with a giggle, never taking his eyes away from where my arms covered my tits.
"Whatcha think we should charge her?" Frank asked...
"Well," Todd said. "Ah know lookin' at them giant hooters of hers is given me some ideas."
"Yeah, I know whatcha mean, little brother," Frank agreed and looked me over. "She is a cute, sexy little thang, ain't she?"
I was now more angry than scared. They were playing with me. "Would you just tell me what you want?" I screamed through my clenched jaw.
They both laughed. "Tell ya what, pretty little darlin, you come get into our truck, give us each a blowjob and then we'll let ya go," Frank said.
"I'm not getting in your truck, damn it!"
"Hey, Ah ain't proud," Todd said with a big smile and started to unzip the dirty jeans he was wearing. "Ya can do me right here." Before I could say or do anything, Todd reached into his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock.
"Oh God!" I screamed and tried to get away from it as he waved it around trying to smack my thigh with it. His cock was about ten inches long with a thick pink bulbous head on the tip. When I turned back to Frank, he was just starting to undo his fly also.
"What the hell!" Frank said, smiling at me. "If ya wanna put on a show, Ah'm willing." He reached into his pants and a moment later, I got proof that he was the bigger brother. He pulled out his soft cock. It was at least a foot long. "Now, how do you want it?" he asked with a big, toothy grin.
They both started waving their soft cocks at me, smacking me on the thigh and hip. "Please, don't do this?" I begged looking into Frank's eyes.
"Hey," He shrugged. "I offered to let you do it in the truck. You weren't interested. Come on, suck us both and then we'll leave."
I looked down at their cocks again. "I've never done it before. I won't be able to take all of it."
"Hey, as long as it feels good," Todd stated, getting more and more anxious with each passing second. His cock was even starting to grow hard.
Seeing no other option, I nodded. "Do you promise, that if I do this, you'll leave me alone?" I asked.
"Yeah," Frank stated. I looked at Todd.
"Do you promise?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, get on your knees." I swallowed, closed my eyes, counted to ten and then slowly kneeled down. "Me first. It was mah idea," Todd shouted.
On my knees, I turned to Todd, he released his now semi hard cock and grabbed the fence. I reached up and touched his cock. I ran my thumb over the head. This was the first real cock I had seen except for my brother's and father's and definitely the first one I'd ever touched. I ran my hand over it. "Come on, get on with it."
"Chill Todd, I think you're her first," Frank said and smacked his brothers arm again. Frank leaned down and put his mouth close to my ear. "Is that the first cock you ever touched?" he asked. I nodded. "Well, well, well, hey Toddy, we got ourselves a naked little virgin. Just put as much of it in your mouth as you can," Frank explained. "Suck it, run your tongue over and around it and use your hand at the base to jack him off. Hold it real light and just slide your hand up and back on him." I was about to thank him for explaining what to do. I stopped myself, closed my eyes, slid my fingers as far back on his cock as I could, opened my mouth and leaned forward.
Todd's cock smelled of sweat and urine and I almost vomited when it touched my tongue for the first time. "Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah. Let's get it on!" Todd mumbled. He slid his hand into my hair, grabbed my ponytail and pushed me closer to him, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth.
"Take it easy with her, Todd, she's never done this before," Frank scolded, still leaning down next to me. "Now wrap your lips around it real good and play vacuum cleaner. Then use your tongue on the bottom and slide your hand forward and back."
I did as he told me. I wrapped my lips around Todd's cock, it was about the thickness of a peeled banana and started to suck. I then started sliding my hand up and back on his cock. I started crying when he moaned and pushed my head closer and his cock a little closer to my throat. "Oh yeah!" Todd screamed.
"Quiet down man," Frank ordered. "If someone comes out, blowjobs over." Todd didn't scream again. "You're doing good babe, just keep going. Squeeze it a little tighter with your hand and be ready. Todd don't usually last long."
"Fuck you, man," Todd stated, almost in a whisper.
"Just fuckin' with ya, bro," Frank said. "That's it. You're doing fine."
Todd was holding the fence with his left hand and had a grip on my ponytail with his right. After a minute, he began to slowly thrust his hips, first in short, small thrusts and then in longer and longer thrusts. At one point, the head of his cock touched the back of my throat and I gagged but he pulled back and I managed to force it down and take a breath through my nose. I just kept sucking and rubbing his cock. I found myself hoping he would cum soon so it would be over.
"Oh yeah, that is so fuckin' good," Todd groaned. "Oh yeah." I began rocking back and forth on my heels giving him an even longer stroke as my head and his cock met at the climax of each thrust. "Oh yeah baby, that feels wonderful."
I had my eyes closed and had stopped crying. I heard a click and saw white light for a moment through my eyelids but I didn't think too much of it at the time. "Uncover your tits, I wanna see them," Frank whispered in my ear. While I had one hand on Todd's cock, the other was still covering my tits. I saw no reason to continue it, considering what else was going on, so I wrapped my arm around Todd and grabbed his ass thinking it would give me some control over how far in he pushed.
There was another click and again I paid no attention to it. I was so desperate to end this, I was putting all of my effort and mind into giving Todd the best damn blowjob I could. It lasted about ten minutes. "Oh yeah baby, suck that cum out of me, ya naked little slut." He started thrusting faster but with shorter strokes. I felt his cock actually grow in my hand. I had read enough to know that meant he was about to cum.
"Don't stop, just swallow it. Let it all just slide down your throat," Frank told me, once again at my ear.
"Oh, oh, oh yeah!" Todd shot his first load into my mouth, it fired into my mouth like a bullet, hit the back of my throat and just slid down. I was actually glad of that. I didn't have to taste it at all. Then another shot and another and another. They came so fast they backed up and I was forced to swallow and to taste. His cum had a strong salty taste but it wasn't horrible. After five shots, he stopped cumming and it just oozed out. "Clean me up baby," Todd told me, keeping my mouth around his dick. I sucked him and licked him trying to get him cleaned off for another moment before he pulled out. "Oh yeah." He pulled my head back so I was looking up at him. He then bent down and kissed me square on the lips. "That was incredible," he told me. I actually smiled at the compliment. He then let me go.
I looked around and found Frank standing with his back to the house a few feet away from me. He had his cock out and was jerking himself off. "Come on," Frank said and waved me over. I crawled over to him on my knees. I moved in front of him. He released his cock and I took a hold of it and slipped it in to my mouth. My jaw was already sore and I had a horrible taste in my mouth but I was hoping, although not really expecting, that once I finished the blowjob, they would leave me alone. That's what I was hoping. I fully expected them to drag me to the van, throw me in, take me somewhere, rape me, beat me, kill me and leave me half buried in a pile of leaves.
I didn't know what Frank had been doing while I was sucking off his brother, I hoped he had been standing there the entire time, jerking himself off, so he would be primed and ready to cum real quick so this torture would end one way or the other. I would find out whether I got to go home or was going to get raped. I did exactly as I had with Todd. Unlike Todd, Frank didn't grab my ponytail. He let me take only what I wanted. I slid my mouth up and down his foot long while using my hand to jack him off near the base. I even reached up and began to play with his balls, which he had apparently taken out of his pants with his cock. He groaned and seemed to like that.
I didn't know where Todd was, I had seen him headed back to the truck just before I started sucking Frank but he came back when I was about five minutes into Frank's blowjob. Todd kneeled down behind me, straddling my lower legs, moved up and pressed his chest and stomach against my back. I was about to protest. "Just the tits, Todd," Frank ordered. "And don't hurt her." A second later, Todd's arms encircled me and he began playing with my C cups. His thumbs slid over my nipples and I could feel them grow hard. I moaned and Frank groaned. I moaned again to see if that's why he was moaning and Frank groaned again. "Hum baby," Frank told me. So I did.
I began humming a song that my mother used to sing to me when I was a kid. Todd continued to fondle and squeeze and pinch my tits and began to hump his jean covered cock, which was hard again, against my ass as I continued to suck and hum on Frank's cock. I was starting to get the feeling that if they let me go, it would be against Todd's wishes. If they raped me, it would be at Todd's encouragement. Frank seemed to be able to control his brother though. I hoped he could control him enough.
"When ya get done with him, Baby," Todd whispered in my ear so softly that Frank didn't hear it. "You an me, we gonna get in the back of the van and have some more fun. Ah'm gonna nail me a pretty little virgin. Ah'll suck them big ass titties and bury my big hard cock in that tight little pussy of yours. Man, it's gonna be sweet."
I started crying again. More convinced than ever that I wasn't ever going to get home. That in fact, these two men would take me to some horrible little place and rape me for as long as they could and then kill me. I was sure, the next time my parents saw me, it would be in the city morgue or in a casket.
Frank didn't do much. He just stood there and enjoyed the sensations. Todd continued to molest my tits though, occasionally even twisting or pulling at the nipples so hard that it hurt. It seemed like I had been sucking on Frank for twenty minutes before he finally spilled his sperm out into my mouth. Unlike Todd, Frank's didn't come out with force, his just kind of dribbled out. There was lots of it though. I was forced to swallow four times to get it all down and even then, some still escaped and dripped down my chin and on to my tits as I cleaned him off. Just as Frank was making his deposit in my mouth, Todd's left hand released my tit and slid down my belly and into the bush of hair covering my pussy. I almost reached down and moved it. I considered pulling away and telling Frank but I was too scared that Todd would become angry and hurt me. So I did nothing.
Todd slid his hand into my bush and between my legs. He lightly brushed his fingers over my pussy lips. "Oh yeah baby," he groaned into my ear. "You are gonna be so sweet to fuck. Damn, you're gonna be a good God damn slut. My God damn slut!" I finished cleaning Frank and he pushed me away. I began crying immediately as Todd's fingers spread my pussy lips and one rubbed against my clit. I inhaled sharply at the feeling. He was the first man to ever touch me there.
"Come on, Toddy, time to go," Frank said and pulled his brothers shoulder.
"Ah'm enjoyin mahself, man. Fuck off. Ya had your turn."
"Fuck you, man!" Frank screamed and grabbed his brother's hair. "We promised that we would get our blowjob and leave her alone. Now come on!"
Todd was smaller than Frank but he rose to his feet behind me and turned to Frank. I crawled away, back into the corner created where the fence and the house met. I heard someone connect with a punch and turned just in time to see Todd's head snap to the left, his body stumbled, turned to face me, his eyes and mouth were both wide open and there was a trickle of blood coming from his lower lip. Todd seemed to stand perfectly still for a second then just seemed to collapse into a pile. "You ain't gonna make a fuckin liar outta me, ass wipe!" Frank stated with authority, looking down at his brother. He then looked up at me and smiled. "He never could take a punch to the jaw. I recommend you be gone when he wakes up."
I nodded, struggled to get to my feet and looked down at the unconscious Todd and then up to Frank. "Thank you," I told him and then started walking away. Frank stood and watched me until I turned the corner on to Grayson.
Once I was on Grayson, I realized I was almost home. Just the walk up Grayson, a right onto Wayne and up Wayne to my house. I started laughing even as I cried. I no longer even tried to hide myself. It just didn't seem to matter to me anymore. In the mood I was in, it probably would have been dangerous for anyone to have fucked with me.
As I continued up Grayson, I considered what to tell my friends. "Should I tell them that I came this close to being raped? Should I tell them I gave two guys a blowjob?" The more I considered it, the more I decided I should just let it go, try and forget the whole incident. I decided I wouldn't tell my friends, I wouldn't tell my parents, I wouldn't tell the cops. They hadn't raped me. I could live with what did happen. I had offered. They stuck to the offer. Frank did anyway. I was just happy to be alive.
Halfway down Grayson, I heard a car coming up behind me. I didn't turn to look, I just kept walking. There was a honk and I turned to see Frank behind the wheel of the van, waving. I waved back. The van went straight down Grayson headed out of the subdivision. I couldn't see Todd in the truck. I realized that Frank had probably carried Todd to the van and laid him out in the back. Todd was probably still unconscious from that shot to the jaw Frank had given him. I wasn't to upset about that. He deserved it in my opinion.
It was only a minute or so later that a small car turned off of Wayne and on to Grayson, coming right at me. I didn't pay it much attention. The car slowed down in front of a house and something sailed out the window and landed in the front yard. This happened three more times before I realized it was the newspaper delivery. I had always thought newspapers were delivered by some teen aged boy with a pimple covered face on a bicycle. I was proven wrong. The car continued towards me, tossing newspapers out at every couple houses. We met in front of one house. Apparently, the guy driving the car was so intent on his job he didn't even notice me until I was almost right next to him.
I smiled at him when he stomped the brake and stared at my naked body. "Good morning," I said as I passed his car but I never stopped walking. I heard the guy open the car door and get out. I could feel his eyes on my back and ass. I just kept walking and didn't look back. After staring at me for a few minutes, the guy got back in his car and continued on.
I turned onto Wayne a few minutes later. I could see my father's car in the driveway. "All you have to do is get there," I told myself and kept putting one foot in front of the other. I wondered how long I had been out and began to consider what I would tell my friends. I had to come up with something. I knew it was only a ten or fifteen minute walk around the block. I figured I'd been gone close to an hour at least. I finally decided I would just tell them that I had to hide a lot and move slowly in the shadows so no one saw me. I'd tell them about the nail in my foot and Georgia and even the paper boy but not about Frank and Todd. They would remain my secret.
I was four houses away when I was suddenly in the spotlight again. Just as I was passing the house, someone turned on the outside lights. A porch light and a light near the sidewalk both came on. I looked up at the door and could see someone looking out the window. I waved, tried to act casual and kept walking. I was almost past the house when I heard the door open. "Excuse me," a man yelled. "Excuse me," He yelled again when I tried to ignore him. I could hear him coming up behind me.
Seeing no alternative, I turned around. "Yes?" I asked, trying to be calm and nonchalant.
It was an older man, probably close to fifty. He was wearing a white shirt, I think it was an undershirt, some tattered dark blue sweat pants and black running shoes with no socks on. His hair was light brown with a large bald spot on the top of his head. What hair he did have, obviously, had not been combed recently. He had a round face and rather large bulge around his middle.
"May I ask why you're here, like that?" he asked, standing about ten feet from me.
I looked down at myself and then acted startled. "Ohmigod, my clothes!" I screamed and covered myself. "Where did they go? What happened to them? Hide me please. What if someone sees me?"
"Are you toying with me?" the man asked.
"Yes," I told him. I dropped my arms. I no longer cared if people looked at me. "I was dared to walk around the neighborhood completely naked. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone you saw me, especially my parents. Okay? Thanks." I then turned back around and started walking again.
"And if I do?" I turned back to him. "If I do tell your parents? I know where you live, you know. I pay attention. People watching is a hobby of mine." Suddenly I knew who this man reminded me of. He reminded me of the principal in Archie comics. He even sounded like him from the cartoons with a high pitched, whiny voice. All he needed were the little wire rimmed glasses and they could be twins.
"You mean being nosy is a hobby of yours," I told him and walked back towards him. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he did not approve of my lack of clothing. To his credit, if he glanced down at my tits as I came towards him, I never caught him. He kept eye contact with me the whole time. I stopped a few feet in front of him. "Okay, so what do you want in order to not tell my parents?"
"Are you offering me a bribe, young lady?"
I considered this for a second. I hadn't really thought of it that way but, "Well, yeah, I guess I am," I said with a nod.
"I don't want your money. I have plenty of my own."
"Good for you. That's a good attitude. So what do I have to do to get you to not tell my parents?" I asked again. "And I'm not just talking about money necessarily."
"And what else would you," he dragged out the word you, making it sound derogatory,. "have to offer me?"
"Well, let's see. I'm a female and you're a male so there's always sex."
"You are much, much to young for me to be interested in, in that way! You shouldn't even know of such things."
"Sir, you really need to catch up. This is the twenty first century, you know," I told him with a slight smile. "Now, once more, what do you want to keep your mouth shut?" I was getting frustrated and even though I didn't mean it to, the question sounded almost like a growl.
"I don't know. I don't believe you would have anything I would want."
"Bullshit!" I told him and moved closer to him. "If you were going to tell my parents anyway, you wouldn't have come out here. You would have stayed in your little house and never even spoken to me. You haven't spoken to me in the fifteen years I've lived here, so why, today? Why now? You're the only one on the block who never came out and ordered us away from your car when we were playing a ball game out in the street."
"You sit in your house, or up there on your porch, all the time and just watch. Most of the kids around here figure you're some kind of rehabilitated pedophile who sits there and dreams of what you'd like to do to us. Others think you're a widower whose wife and children were all murdered and that you don't talk to anyone because you know the killer is still after you and that if you get close to someone, that the murderer might kill them too. So what is your story?" I asked.
"That's really none of your business," he stated, looking down his nose at me.
"Fine, I'll tell you what, I'll stay out of your business, you stay out of mine. Of course, if you're going to agree to that, that means I don't need to worry about you telling my parents. So good bye."
"I will tell them!" he shouted as I started to walk away.
"Fine then," I said without turning around to face him. "What do you want to not tell them?"
"Come with me," he said. Without waiting for me to speak, he turned and almost ran up his driveway. I followed him onto the porch. Fortunately he stopped on the porch because I had no intentions of going into that house with him.
Once on the porch, he looked up and down the street, and then spoke softly. "I am an artist," he stated quietly. "A painter to be precise."
"So?" I asked, giving him every bit of attitude I had.
"I am in need of a model."
"You want to paint me?" I asked, rather flattered.
"No, I can't paint you. Not all of you anyway."
"You want to paint my face?"
"No, the rest of you," he said, apparently getting fed up with my thick headedness.
"I don't understand."
"You are too young for me to paint nude without your parents permission. Even then it would need to be... tasteful and non sexual otherwise it would be child pornography. I wish to use your body in my painting but not your face. That way, it would be unrecognizable. I would just paint a different face onto the picture."
"You want me to pose for you, naked, without my parents permission but you won't use my face so I don't get any credit at all for it?" I asked, making sure I had it all right.
"Yes. Your body is... mature enough to pass for an adult."
"You mean filled out enough." He nodded. "What kind of pictures do you paint anyway?"
"That doesn't matter," he stated quickly. "If you agree to pose for me, not now, but in a few days. Then I will not mention this early morning constitutional to your parents."
"And how do I know you won't rape me while I'm naked and posing for you? No one will even know I'm here since I can't tell my parents."
"I didn't think it would matter. You're flaunting yourself. I figured you were looking for such things." He smirked.
"You'd be wrong. Like I told you, this was a dare!"
"Whatever," he said with a wave. "As for me raping you, you are not my... type. Now, do you agree or not?"
"So you're gay?"
"Very!"
"Deal!" I said. For whatever reason, I believed him. Maybe it was the look on his face or his eyes. Or maybe it was his behavior. Whatever it was, I believed him. We shook hands, introduced ourselves and set up an appointment for the next Saturday. I knew my parents would be visiting my grandmother on Saturday. They always did. This week, I would simply beg them not to make me go.
After that, I headed home. I got past the last three houses, without incident. I could see the girls up in my bedroom window watching me as I approached. I walked right up to the door, opened it and walked in. I shut the door, made sure to lock and chain it again and then went upstairs.
The girls surrounded me as soon as I got into the bedroom and wanted to know what took so long and every detail of my trip. I told them about the nail, even showed them my wound. I told them about Georgia the nurse and the paper boy but never mentioned Frank, Todd or Mr. Allen the painter.
Twenty minutes of telling the story was long enough for me to unwind and for the adrenaline to leave my system. Afterwards, I told the girls I was exhausted and we all climbed into bed. I was asleep in about two minutes.
I did pose from Mr. Allen. I was completely naked, on my knees, with my knees spread shoulder width apart. I had my left hand raised over my head with a cat'o'nine tails in it as if I were about to whip someone. My right hand was out in front of me holding my weight up on a small table. He wouldn't show me the painting that day but about two weeks later he waved to me while I was outside and called me over. He took me into his second floor studio and showed me the final picture.
He had painted a woman laying beneath me. My knee's were spread because I was straddling the woman's waist. The woman was on her back and leaning over her head was a man with his cock in her throat. My hand that had really rested on a small wooden table, in the picture was resting on the man's ass whose cock was in the woman mouth. It was the man I was whipping. Mr. Allen had even painted red welts on the man's back. Mr. Allen had painted a different face on my body. Strangely, the face looked a lot like my friend Marie. I wondered if he had blackmailed her into posing for him too.
I posed for Mr. Allen three more times for three different paintings before I went off to college. The third time, I was eighteen and I got to meet the young stud I had been whipping in the first painting. Mr. Allen kept his promise, he never raped me. That young stud sure did some nasty things to me though... And I loved every minute of it. Mr. Allen died during my freshman year at college. My parents didn't know I even knew Mr. Allen so I didn't find out about his death until I came home for Spring Break. By then, he was in the ground and his house had already been bought by another young couple. But they're a different story.
Oh yeah, I did have another run in with Georgia the nurse, but again, that's for a different story.