READER PLEASE NOTE:  This is a work of pure fiction based on real people, so should not offend anyone, yet inevitably it will because of the subject matter.  This story includes cross-dressing, bondage, and sexual experimentation by minors (no adults) and you may find it offensive.  However, if you are interested in the thoughts and fantasies of a couple of unique young boys (one of them was me), then read on.  Either way, you've been warned!  Categories:  TG, BD, SM, femdom, pre-teen, MM.

  

What Really Happened...

by Ami Lamida

  

Chapter 4
  

A cold breeze played across my cheeks, bringing me out of a deep, uncomfortable sleep. I could hear something stirring nearby, but my eyelids protested against being opened to discover what it was. I was slowly becoming aware of sore muscles, a dry mouth, and some loss of circulation in my fingers when a dreadful premonition suddenly thrust itself to the front of my jumbled thoughts. I forced open my eyes just in time to brace myself for some of the shock as a bucketful of water struck me full in the face.

It was a very rude awakening, but since I was bound and gagged, I was in no position to avoid or protest such treatment. Melissa stood near the doorway holding the empty bucket of water with an evil grin on her face. Her cohort, Sandra, stood in the doorway holding a garden hose. I realized my rude awakening wasn't over as Sandra pulled the trigger and the icy cold water again battered me in the face.

The girls giggled as Sandra sprayed me all over, and then turned the stream of water on Cindy. Reality finally set in, and I started to realize that living out my fantasies wouldn't be all I imagined it would be. I'd always enjoyed the sensuality of girls clothing, self-bondage, and even a little pain. It was all part of my fetishes and fantasies. But my new, adolescent mistress appeared to have more on her agenda than I had fantasized about. She was a sissy-hating tom-boy who got pleasure from the pain and humiliation of others weaker than her – a true sadist.

But there were good aspects of being in captivity to Miss Melissa, as I soon learned to call her. One good thing was that I now had an excuse for being dressed as a girl and tied up. I really had no choice. Another good thing was that the helplessness, humiliation, and distress were so much more exquisite than when tying myself up in pretty clothes. But the best part was that I had found someone to share my experiences with.

Larry, whom I now thought of as Cindy, had endured years of humiliating submission, cross-dressing, and bondage at the hands of Melissa. But now she was experiencing everything with a new awareness. She was just starting to realize that she could enjoy it. I was more than happy to help her realize that, and I think she was happy to have a friend.

When the brutal wake-up call finally ceased, I looked in the mirror, where I could see myself fully, and Cindy partially, and we both looked a mess. But despite our shivering and ragged appearance, I still found myself getting excited at my appearance and predicament. I tried to hide my excitement from Melissa, for I knew it would just earn me her displeasure, but I couldn't very well hide my tiny, protruding bulge from her with my hands tied above my head.

"God, you sissies are so pathetic," Melissa announced. "If you weren't so tiny, that constant erection might be useful, Bunny. But sissy penises are useless to us real girls, right Sandra?"

"Yep!" agreed Sandra. "We prefer real mean with real penises. You should try it sometime, Bunny. You might like it."

A wry grin crossed Melissa's face. "Hmm…you might have something there Sandra. We'll have to see what we can do. But for now, let these pathetic sissies loose so we can have some more fun with them. I think I've got some new ideas to try out on Cindy now that Bunny has decided to join her. This is going to be fun!" Melissa exhibited an evil sort of glee as she left Sandra to untie us.

The ropes were wet now, so it took Sandra a while to get us both untied. I don't think I've ever been as anxious for release. But then, I've never spent the entire night in bondage. Usually my self-bondage sessions had lasted only until I pleasured myself, after which I would hurriedly untie myself, change clothes, and set my room right. I'd been caught once by my parents, and it was an experience I'd not wish to repeat.

Fortunately, I now had someone to blame for being the sissy slave that I was, plus I had someone to share the heat with if we did get caught. My only fear now was what the sadistic Melissa had planned for us. She'd had all night to come up with some nasty surprises, and there was no doubt that she didn't have our pleasure in mind.

Melissa was all at once a dream and a nightmare to me. I'd always fantasized about being dominated by a tough, dominant girl; but Melissa was evil beyond what I had ever imagined. She both frightened and exited me. I don't know if I would have had it any other way.

Sandra led us, shivering, through the back yard into the house. Melissa appeared from the hallway and ordered us to strip off our we costumes, so as not to get the whole house wet. Cindy and I meekly complied, and soon stood naked in front of the two girls. Melissa appraised us as we both stood with hands covering our tiny maleness. Moments dragged out, and I'm almost sure Melissa had planned the examination to increase our nervousness. But I was cold and wet, and wished she would say something.

Finally, she spoke. "Pathetic." She shook her head with a look of disgust. "Well, I think it's time we got you two cleaned up. There's a lot to do today, and I don't want you two mucking things up. Pick up your wet things and put them in the washer downstairs. Then meet me in the hall bathroom. Sandra, make sure they don't get everything wet."

We picked up the soaked costumes from the floor, and I followed Cindy to the basement laundry room while Sandra prodded us to hurry. We weren't dripping much, but our costumes were. We threw our costumes into the machine, and Cindy added detergent and started up the machine. She had obviously done this before, probably because Melissa made her do all the laundry when her parents were not home. I knew quite a bit about doing laundry myself, because I had often taken advantage of the fact that things can get "lost" in the wash at my own house. I had accumulated much of my collection of female clothing that way.

We were marched back upstairs to the hall bathroom. It was a decent-sized bathroom, decorated in a pale pink with a shiny porcelain bathtub. There was a long, wide mirror above the sink, and I suddenly realized from my reflection what Melissa had meant by "pathetic". The cheap makeup the girls had put on us the previous day had smeared and run together so now Cindy and I looked like a couple of naked zombie girls.

The bathtub was already half-full with water, and we were ordered to get in. The water was almost too hot after a long, chilly night and the cold-water soaking we'd been given. I sat in the back, and Cindy sat near the middle, facing away from me. After a few minutes, my body adjusted to the temperature, and feeling began returning to my numb hands.

Melissa had been whispering to Sandra, describing her evil intentions for us, I'm sure. They both giggled. Melissa suddenly got serious and ordered us to wash each other.

I found a bar of soap and began soaping myself up. "No! Wash each other!" Cindy stiffened, and I hesitated, not wanting to embarrass her. "Do it!" Melissa insisted. I reached forward and started soaping up Cindy's back.

Cindy was sitting straight as a board. I soaped her up gently, and went slow. After a few moments, Cindy started to relax. Everything went well until I reached around to soap up Cindy's front-side. I had another erection. I couldn't help it. I never was attracted to other boys, but I thought of Cindy as a very cute little girl. Cindy's body was soft and smooth and beautiful, not hairy and muscular and gross like most boys.

Of course, Melissa seized the opportunity to embarrass us. "See Sandra, I told you the sissies were in love – at least Bunny seems to be." Cindy didn't seem to think much of the comment since he couldn't see my erection behind him. I hoped he wouldn't freak out when he did see it.

I cautiously moved my hands down into Cindy's nether-regions. She stiffened again, but Melissa prompted, "Wash that part really good. I don't want your dirty sissy parts messing up the pretty sissy clothes I've laid out for you." I looked at Cindy, but she continued to stare straight ahead as if to look at me would be to acknowledge something terrible.

I concentrated on washing Cindy's soft, little penis. To my surprise it began to stiffen. Cindy still looked straight ahead, but she now looked crestfallen. I tried to wash her there as quickly as possible. I didn't want to embarrass her further than I had to. Soon I was finished and we were instructed to switch places.

I guess I've always been kind of a slut, and I thoroughly enjoyed the washing Cindy gave me. I moaned softly as he soaped my back and arms, and my breathing and moaning increased when he began on my little penis. I'll say this for Cindy, she gave as well as she got. She stopped just short of bringing me off, though. I was disappointed but I tried not to show it. I could feel my cheeks warming as I got more and more excited, and I'm sure Melissa noticed.

When Cindy was done, I looked up at Melissa to get our next instruction and found she was holding an ugly-looking contraption. It appeared to be a rubber water bottle with a long tube attached.

"Drain the tub," she ordered.

I was starting to get nervous. I didn't like the looks of the thing in her hands, and I was starting to get a notion of what it was for. The tub slowly drained and I was shaking, but not from the cold. "Get on your hands and knees - both of you."

Cindy and I got on our hands and knees, and Melissa inserted the tube into my rear end. I had fingered myself and inserted various small objects in there before, but having someone else do it was a very weird feeling. Melissa released a clip on the tube and I could feel something happening, though it took a few moments to feel the liquid that was filling my ass. After a few minutes, it felt as if my abdomen would burst but the bag was drained.

"I'm going to remove the tube," explained Melissa, "but you better hold it in if you know what's good for you." As the tube came out I could feel the liquid in my ass attempting to follow, but I did my best to constrict my anus and hold it in.

The bottle was refilled and the procedure was repeated with Cindy. When the bag was again empty, I was told to get up and let the liquid out in the toilet. I got up slowly, straining to keep the liquid in. I think I might have let a few drops out, but I made it to the toilet. When I let the liquid out, I thought it would never stop. I think Cindy had to wait even longer than I did before she could release the liquid into the toilet. I could see the strain on her face as her turn came to make the journey to the toilet.

After our bowels were evacuated and we were dried off, Melissa sprayed us both with some flowery perfume and patted us in various places with powder. We were led into Melissa's bedroom where two very pretty outfits were laid out on the bed. One was a very pretty, formal dress. It was white and lacy with lots of ruffles and shimmering organza over a light satin covering a puffy petticoat. The other outfit was a shiny white leotard sewn into a black, sequined felt tuxedo coat. Obviously, Melissa had done some ballet, and this must have been the costume from a performance. I had a hard time believing that anyone could coax Melissa into wearing the pretty costume, but her mother may have been as persuasive a person as she was.

I think that Melissa hated her mother's authority, and now she was exacting revenge on us. Cindy was instructed to don a lace-trimmed pair of white panties and some soft-looking white tights, while I put on lacy, white thong panties and some opaque tan dance tights. I smiled at the very feminine-looking Cindy, and she gave me a slight grin back. She still wasn't enjoying herself as much as I was, but she seemed comfortable enough.

The girls helped Cindy into her dress, then me into the stretchy dance-tux costume. We both looked very pretty already, but the girls were determined to make us prettier with makeup. Melissa was already an expert at doing Cindy's makeup, so she let Sandra do hers while she did mine. They also painted our nails, mine in bright red, Cindy's in pearly white. I was given a pair of high-heeled platform shoes to wear, while Cindy wore her sister's shiny white patent Mary Jane flats. To top everything off, Melissa put a rather large satin bow with long tails in Cindy's hair and a white, ruffled, French-maid hair band on my head.

"There. Perfect. Now Bunny, you can tidy up my room while little Cindy there helps me make some tea. When you are done, you may join us in the living room." Giggling, the two girls led Cindy from the room. Cindy chanced a helpless look at me as she left. She is such a cute little girl, I thought to myself, and sighed as I set about straightening Melissa's room.

I didn't much like leaving Cindy in the clutches of Melissa and her henchman, but I did get a chance to really explore Melissa's room. Despite her usual Tomboy appearance, Melissa had plenty of pretty things hidden in lower dresser drawers and hanging in the back of her closet. I probably lingered over those things longer than I should have, but I couldn't help myself. Again I was puzzled as to why anyone would reject all those pretty things to become a tomboy. But her loss is my gain, I thought.

I finished making Melissa's bed and went to seek out my friend and our mistresses in the living room. The two girls were sitting with Cindy between them watching Blossom or Clarrissa, I can't remember which. When I came into the room, Melissa looked up and smiled. "Ah, Bunny. I hope my room is tidy. You may serve us the tea now."

It was suddenly clear that I was to play the maid for the day, while Cindy played the cute, but abused little sister. I shuffled over to the coffee table where the tea service was set and proceeded to serve the two girls and Cindy. Naturally, I was nervous, having never served tea before and I spilled a little on the silver tea platter as I poured.

"Bunny! You clumsy little slut!" I was so shocked at the outburst I nearly dropped the teapot. I recovered just enough to apologize. "I'm sorry, Miss."

"No, but you're going to be. You've just earned your first punishment, and I expect when I inspect my room you'll have earned a few more. Now finish serving and be more careful or I'll have to whip you from one end of the house to the other."

Even more nervous, I nevertheless finished serving the tea without spilling again. As I set down the pot, Melissa said, "Now go stand in the corner for spilling." The girls giggled, and I found an unobstructed corner to stand in.

The girls chatted and I heard Cindy being corrected several times. "No Cindy, hold the cup like this," and "You're slouching Cindy. Sit up like a proper lady and cross your legs like this," and things like that. I tried to shift my weight to ease the pain of standing still in high heels. I'd never actually spent much time standing in heels before.

The morning wore on, and I would get occasional breaks from standing in the corner to fetch some object for the girls. One time they made me lick their feet until they both decided they didn't like it. Cindy was being treated to lessons on manners all morning. I'm not sure the girls really knew what they were talking about, but Cindy obediently did as they instructed. She probably wasn't as sore from proper sitting as I was from standing in the corner, but her face exposed her frustration at remembering all the girls' rules – some of which I am sure were contradictory.

Finally, the last of the girls' television shows was over and they decided it was time to play a game. Melissa immediately suggested we play truth or dare, naturally. Of course, the point of the game was to embarrass the sissies, so we weren't allowed to speak unless the "real" girls asked us a question.

We all sat on the floor in a circle. Cindy and I had to sit "lady-like" leaning on one arm with legs folded together under us, while the "real girls" sat cross-legged. Though Cindy and I looked cute and feminine sitting modestly, it was an uncomfortable position to sit in very long.

"I'll go first," Cindy declared. "Sandra, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Sandra, do you think our two sissies are hot?"

"What? Eww. No. I mean, they're cute in a way, but more like annoying little sisters."

Neither the question nor the answer surprised me. "Okay Sandra, your turn."

"Okay, Melissa…I've got one. Truth…do you want to see the little sissies get fucked by a real boy?"

"Hmm…that might be interesting. Let's ask the sissies. Bunny - truth…Would you like to get fucked by a real boy?"

It only took me half a second to decide on an answer that wouldn't get me punished. "Only if it would please you, miss."

"It will. Cindy, truth…Would you like to get fucked by a real boy?"

Cindy hesitated, and I knew she was thinking over the real consequences of answering the way Melissa wanted her to. I held my breath and prayed she would answer that she would, because I knew any other answer would get her in trouble. Finally, she nervously replied, "Not really." Ouch - wrong answer.

"That's one punishment for Cindy. Cindy, you will do whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it, understand?"

Cindy looked at me helplessly. I wasn't allowed to speak, but I tried to plead with her to answer correctly. She finally bowed her head and said, "Yes, sister dearest."

I sighed in relief. I doubted Cindy would really be able to find a "real boy" to fuck either of us, since real boys were likely to be a bit put off by sissy boys, but I knew that we had to play our parts in Melissa's game or the retribution would be terrible. I really liked my new friend, and I hated to see her get in trouble.

"That's better. Sandra, your turn."

Sandra thought for a moment. "Cindy – dare…I dare you to kiss maid Bunny like you did yesterday."

Cindy looked down shyly, and then slowly leaned forward to give me a tender kiss. It was even better than yesterday. It felt genuine. I melted under Cindy's passion and at that moment, I thought I might be in love. It ended too soon, but it wouldn't do for the girls to decide we enjoyed kissing each other or we wouldn't be allowed to do it again. As Cindy pulled away, her eyes locked with mine as if to say, "I meant it."

"Eww," cried Sandra, "I think they liked it."

"Maybe you're right, Sandra. Bunny – truth…Do you like kissing Cindy?"

"Yes, Miss." I knew it was obvious, and didn't see the point in denying it.

"Well, we'd better make the dares harder, then. Sandra, would you go get the fly swatter out of the broom closet please?"

"Sure." Sandra jumped up and fetched a wicked-looking wire-handled fly-swatter. She handed it to Melissa.

"Cindy has been naughty and needs to be whipped. Bunny, you will do the honors. Cindy, stand up and bend over." She handed me the flyswatter and stood to pull Cindy's dress and petticoat up over her waist. "Whip her good. I want to see red marks when you're done."

I started swatting Cindy's bottom almost tenderly at first, but Cindy kept insisting that I hit Cindy harder and faster. Pretty soon, Cindy was wincing and crying out on each blow, but Melissa wouldn't allow me to let up. Finally, when Cindy started sobbing, Melissa said, "Enough."

She pulled down Cindy's tights and panties. Cindy's behind was almost entirely red, and I could almost feel the heat coming from the angry red lines there. Cindy continued sobbing, but stood still.

"Nice," said Melissa. "I think Cindy won't be sitting for a while."

"Ouch," said Sandra. "Poor Cindy."

"Bunny, I think you were too hard on sissy Cindy, and Sandra does too. How shall we have her make amends, Sandra?"

"Well," began Sandra, "when I used to get hurt, my mom would kiss it better."

"Great idea, Sandra. Sissy Bunny, You will kiss Cindy's ass better – all of it."

I knelt and gently kissed Cindy's bottom, methodically touching each red line with softly with my lips. I thought the act would add insult to injury, but Cindy stopped sobbing moments after I began. She still winced at the touch of my lips, but she didn't complain.

"Nah, I don't think that's enough amends, do you, Sandra?"

"No. Not nearly enough."

"Cindy, stand up and face Bunny." Cindy turned around, looking lost and nervous. I smiled at her, trying to share my contentment. Cindy smiled back, though still obviously nervous. This was all new territory to her. "Bunny, lift Cindy's dress and stroke her penis."

Suddenly I was feeling nervous again but I slowly lifted Cindy's dress and gently took her penis in my hand. I stroked it a few times, and I could feel it begin to surge and respond. I looked at Cindy, and she told me to continue. Pretty soon I had Cindy's as stiff and was attempting to give my friend a little relief.

"Nah, it's still not good enough," Cindy chimed in. "You should be kissing that to make it better. Go on…kiss it."

I looked at the tiny sissy cock in front of me. It was small but beautiful. I was suddenly filled with a desire to take the whole thing into my mouth and suck it hard, extracting the precious juices out of it. The only thing that restrained me from taking the whole thing in my mouth was my desire not to make this experience pleasant for Cindy.

I managed to contain my desires and slowly began kissing the tiny shaft. I kissed the tip first, and I felt a shiver run through Cindy's legs as I held them. I moved down the shaft, kissing each of the tiny testicles, even kissing all around Cindy's crotch. When I'd kissed all the sensitive areas, I moved back to the head and kissed it several times before taking the tiny thing into my mouth. I worked my lips down the shaft until I had all of it in my mouth. I heard Cindy gasp, then sigh.

"Oh my god! Bunny you are such a little slut," exclaimed Sandra. The girls both giggled.

"I like that Sandra. We'll call her Bunny Slut from now on."

I ignored the comments and concentrated on my enjoyable task. I started moving up and down on the tiny shaft, while Cindy stood stiffly with her arms at her sides. Pretty soon I was hanging on to Cindy's butt while I sucked her for all I was worth. It only took a minute or two for Cindy to shoot what seemed like a just few drops of warm liquid into my mouth. I was a little disappointed. It was my first taste of semen, and there wasn't much to taste. I sucked until I was sure there was no more, then after sampling the flavor, I swallowed it and stood up.

The girls were looking at me with a look of mixed surprise and giddiness, while Cindy was staring into space and oblivious to the fact that her panties and tights were still down around her knees. Melissa was the first to speak.

"Did you like that Bunny Slut?"

"Yes Miss."

"Sandra, we need to figure out something that this slut-bunny doesn't like. Any ideas?"

"Well…" began Sandra, but seemed reluctant to finish her thought.

"What? If you have an idea, then out with it."

"Well, what if we let Cindy take her up the butt?"

Melissa showed some slight surprise at the notion. "Very good, Sandra. I didn't think you had it in you. I had thought about saving that for later, but maybe you're right. I think two sissies who are in love should make love to each other. Don't you, Bunny Slut?"

Suddenly Cindy's eyes came back into focus and she looked really panicked this time. She backed up to the wall and began to shake her head, her eyes pleading to mine not to let them do it. I was torn between wanting it and knowing Cindy didn't. Resigning myself to the pain my answer would surely bring, I lowered my eyes and said, "No."

"What?!" Sandra shouted. "Are you saying 'no' to me, little Bunny Slut? You have no right! You are just a worthless little slut, and you'll do as I say."

"Yes Miss." Knowing more needed to be said, I resolved once again to say it. "It isn't that I don't want to, but I don't think Cindy is ready for it." I bit my lip, waiting for the axe to fall.

Melissa grabbed me with both hands by the lapels on the sequined felt jacket and nearly lifted me off the ground. "Listen sissy, I control both of you, and you both will do as I say. Isn't that right, Cindy," she said without even looking at her.

"Yes, sister dearest." Cindy had never been able to truly resist her sister's authoritative commands, despite her wishes.

"See. She's ready." Releasing me so that I almost stumbled backward, all the anger seemed to go out of her. "But I'll give you a little time to compose yourselves. I want to record the blessed event, so I have to set up some things in the basement. Sandra, let's go."

Melissa seemed to have everything planned out. I sighed as the girls left the room. Even though I had enjoyed myself so far, the effort and the fear of what might come next kept me on the verge of exhaustion. Sandra was staring at the floor, probably feeling like the scum of the earth, as I had many times because of my obsessions. I walked over to her and took her in my arms.

She laid her head on my shoulder and wept slightly. I helped her move over to the couch to sit, and I sat with her and comforted her. I kissed her cheek affectionately and rubbed my hands over her soft skin. Even with her tiny penis, Cindy was more female to me than her sister was, and I was coming to love her sensitive ways. She sat with her head on my shoulder, and soon she was almost purring from my tender caresses.

I put a finger under her chin to raise her head and stared deep into her eyes. She had a childish innocence in her eyes that I craved. I slowly leaned in and kissed her on the lips. It lasted but a moment, and conveyed love more than lust. When I again looked into her eyes, I could see love reflected there. I gathered her in my arms and held her tight until the girls came back.

"Aw, don't the two sissies look sweet, Sandra?"

"Oh yeah, really sweet." She snapped a picture with a camera she was carrying - more incriminating evidence for the blackmail they had planned, I'm sure.

"Let's go, sissies," demanded Melissa.

Cindy and I followed the girls into the basement and into the utility area where the laundry was. There were lead pipes leading from and to various places – from the washing machine, to the large wash basin nearby, to the floor, to the water heater, and to and across the ceiling joists, leading to places unknown throughout the house. There were several ropes hanging over one pipe that was situated at my waist level, a rope tied to a pipe in the ceiling, and a video camera on a tripod set to the side.

Sandra grabbed me roughly by the arms, and held me while Melissa used some of the rope to tie my hands behind my back. I was led to the waist-high horizontal pipe, and my ankles were tied together and secured to a metal drain cover in the floor. Then I was pushed forward over the pipe, and my already bound wrists were tied to the rope in the ceiling. My wrists were pulled cruelly high, and I had to bend as far forward as possible to keep the tension off of my shoulders.

Then - just for good measure, I guess - they tied my waist to the horizontal pipe. The only part of me that could move was my head, and all I could see were legs and feet. To top it all off, a rope was tied to the crotch of my leotard and secured to the right side of pipe, effectively pulling it out of the way. When my tights and almost-thong were pulled down, my butt-hole was exposed to the chill air of the basement, and it puckered up from the draft.

"Okay, Sandra, you start taping. Cindy, you know what to do."

Sandra took her spot at the camera, while Cindy was led to stand behind me. Melissa stepped back, and I saw Cindy's dress being pulled up and heard the rustle of her tights and panties being pulled down. I braced myself to be penetrated, but all I felt was Cindy's semi-ridged penis being pushed up against my butt-crack. I knew the dress would hide the fact that Cindy hadn't penetrated, but I doubted the girls would be fooled for long by Cindy's half-hearted attempts.

Surprisingly, the girls let Cindy continue her half-hearted thrusts for a few minutes before Melissa said, "Okay, cut! Cindy, that's great for the camera because everybody will assume you are doing the real thing, but you and I both know you're faking it. Now remember, you earned the punishment for talking back, and you WILL fuck Bunny correctly. Just to make sure…"

Melissa tied Cindy's wrists to the horizontal pipe on either side of my waist. "You're a little limp sissy Cindy. Maybe you need some help, huh?" I felt Melissa's hand bumping against my butt, and knew she was stroking him to make him stiff enough to penetrate me. It took only seconds, and then the tiny penis was guided inside me.

It was a wonderful feeling, and I could feel my own little penis responding to the intrusion. The tip of my penis was rubbing against the pipe as Cindy resumed her thrusts and was soon throbbing. I only wished Cindy were bigger down there. I could feel the movement inside me, but no real pressure. I knew then that I needed to have a "real man" inside me, and soon. Still it was pleasant, and soon we were both cumming, nearly at the same time.

Cindy stopped moving, and Melissa and Sandra giggled. "Very hot," declared Melissa. "Maybe I should sell this video on the internet, huh Sandra."

"Oh yes, very hot. I'm sure we could make tons of money."

"I'll have to talk to Jerry. He knows how to set up stuff like that. Come on Sandra, I'm hungry."

"Me too." The two turned and left, simply forgetting about us hanging from the water pipes. Cindy was still inside me.

"Are you okay?" asked Cindy.

"Yes, I'm wonderful. You?"

"I'm fine, I guess. I feel a little weird though."

"Well, it isn't as if you had a choice, right? You might as well enjoy it like I do."

"I guess you're right," she sighed. "I just wish everything weren't happening so fast. I think I might enjoy it too. You're the nicest person I know."

"Thanks. You too."

She has gone limp and her penis slipped out of me. She slumped down against my legs and sat on the floor straddling my bound ankles. I hoped the floor was clean, or Cindy was going to be punished for getting her white dress dirty. But she was exhausted and rested her head against the back of my legs.

Although the view I was now afforded of Cindy's legs was a pleasant one, my arms were getting tired. I wondered how long the girls would leave us tied up this time.

...end Chapter 4.

  

COPYRIGHT:  This is my story and I reserve the right to grant permission before it is copied or reprinted (though most likely I will grant said permission if politely asked).  Misrepresenting this material as anyone's other than mine is strictly prohibited.  Although no material is used from anyone else's stories, this story is partly based on the story "A Night of Fun" by Laura Ellis.  Laura's "A Night of Fun", while not the great prose is probably the most erotic story I've ever read, and I just had to put my young self into Laura's story to see what would happen.  This is the result.

  

  

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