Well, school started up again, and I guess it was back to normal. Except for the first day back, we got to tell each other what we got for Christmas, besides clothes. I mean, that was the one thing, of course you’d wear the nicest things you got to show them off, but then, after we got done with that, we just naturally started talking about the other stuff.
Then, on the way home, Judy just blurted you: “What’s the sexiest thing you ever seen?”
We all laughed, and leaned in together so we could keep our voices down. With boys, and other girls right there, just as soon as she changed the subject, to girl’s room talk.
“Well,” she rolled her eyes, “I went out for a walk, it was really crowded, and hectic at home with the aunts, and uncles, and cousins there. So, I just wanted to get out, get some fresh air, and peace, and quiet.”
Susan giggled, “So what did you see?”
“Well, there were these girls there, at the park. Not like in the park, but you know, back in the trees? They kept trying to climb up one of the trees, so i wondered what that was all about, and went over to ask them. One of them pointed up, and said “My jump-rope, it’s stuck up there.” Apparently, she got it for Christmas, and when she showed it off to her friends, they all wanted to try to make a swing out of it,” That’s one of the great things about jump-ropes, is all the other stuff you can do with them, besides just jumping rope. “But somebody let it go when they threw it up the tree, where they couldn’t reach it. There weren’t any branches low enough to climb up, so finally, I picked her up, and let her climb on my shoulders. She got it, and then the other girls, they decided to tie her up with it.”
“Ooh, bondage!” Now it was finally starting to get good, but everyone shooshed me, because I guess i said it too loud.
“Well, it wasn’t like that, I mean yeah. They tied her up, but this was like, little girls. So, they just pinched her, and tickled her, to make her laugh, and squeal, so I left.” She shrugged, and rolled her eyes. “And then, the next time I played with myself, I remembered that, only I started getting this fantasy about tying somebody up, and making her do my bidding. Punishing her if she was bad, but if she was good, then I’d reward her, with orgasms?”
“You’re so gay.” Susan pushed her shoulder, Jokingly.
“You wish, biker dyke.”
“I’m not a biker dyke, but since you asked.” She looked out the window, “You remember that old Harley Davidson poster, they used to have, over by the dealership, on Franklin?”
I shook my head, “Which one?”
“The big one, with the guy on the billboard?”
“Oh, the billboard,” Susan nodded. “Yeah, the biker, with the leather pants.”
“Well, he’s not like a biker biker. You know, all fat, and greasy, and bald, with a beard.”
“I know what you mean. More like a hipster, with a motorcycle.”
“And tight black leather pants.” she grinned, wide eyed, and excited.
“And a rough face, like he needs a shave, but if you look closely, you can tell that he’s actually trimmed it carefully, so it just looks scruffy, and rough.” Like i hadn’t noticed, but he’s a male model. They don’t hire them if they’re not good looking.
“Yeah, he was hot. I mean, that’s hardly the sexiest thing I ever seen, but, yeah.” I shrugged, “I can see that.
I’d let him tie me up, and do whatever he wanted me to. For orgasms, of course.”
“So, what is?” they both leaned in, and all this talk, about tying up little girls already had my face burning, so I just looked down. Shook my head, because I was a little ashamed of myself.
“What?”
They looked at each other, shaking their heads, and said “The sexiest thing you ever saw?” together.
“I don’t know, let me think.” I mumbled. “Certainly nothing like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like little girls tying each other up, and making them do their bidding.” At least none of that, bondage stuff.
“Yeah, what kinds of stuff are you talking about, making them do, for orgasms?”
“Uh, not like little girls, I mean boys, or even better yet, grown men, with lots of muscles, and stuff.”
“Oh yeah? Then why did you say tie Her up, and make Her do your bidding, and reward Her with orgasms?”
“Well, it’s still your turn, so what’s the sexiest thing you ever saw?”
“Huh!” I rolled my eyes, :Well, you know, just porn, and stuff. Look, it’s almost my stop.” I stalled, and got up, but it’s not like we even discussed who’s house we’d go to that afternoon. I just got off first. Well, you know what I mean, off the bus?
“Well, I don’t know, maybe scrub the floor, or something.” She went on. “I know, make him scrub behind the toilet, all the dried piss he left back there, from missing when he peed, standing up?”
“How’s he going to do that, when he’s tied up? I thought you ment something sexy, like eat you out, or fingering you.”
“I know,” I thought, “Maybe if you tied his hands together up front, like this?” I held my hands up in front of me, then realized what i was doing. Practically offering them to get tied up. “What kind of punishment were you thinking of, if he didn’t do it?”
“it’s still your turn.”
“I told you, porn, and stuff.”
“Well,” Susan came around her, and practically pushed her back. “What kinda pornos. What’s the sexiest one you saw.”
“Well,” I blushed even harder, and it was getting so hot, you’d forget that it was January, and there was even ice on the ground this morning at the bus stop. We left that behind though, and it’s only fair if they shared such intimate dirty little secrets, like watching girls play tie up games, and playing with herself after. “Huh, gang bangs.” I took another deep breath, and let my bookbag hang off my arm, so I could slip the other one out of my jacket. “I mean group sex, but a whole lot of guys, and just 1 girl.”
I don’t want to sound gay, or anything.
“As long as you’re the girl,” Judy grabbed my arm, and hugged it, so her bra bushed up against it, and my elbow when I pulled it out.
“Well, I don’t suppose, I’d have to be. The only girl. If there was enough boys to go around, I’d be willing to share.”
“Not like little girls, though.” She looked around, since we’re just walking past this one yard, down the street. Where little girls were running around this little plastic block, with stairs up one side, and a slide down the other, but there was this square at the top of the stairs. So, they had to bend over, or crawl in, and if they were wearing skirts, or dresses, you could sometimes see the crotch of their underwear when the hem was short enough, or swung out of the way.
“Besides,” I looked back, but Judy said, “It’s not like little girls can even get orgasms yet.”
She looked right at me, just turning back, form checking out the little girl down the street, playing with her friends, and her new slide.
“I did.” We both looked at Susan. “I mean, before puberty, I started. Well, first, I had an orgasm, and I didn’t know what it was, but you know. It felt good, so I figured out how to make it happen, again, and again.” She rolled her eyes, and took a deep breath. “Huh! Well there was this boy. An older boy.”
“How much older?”
“Oh, 10. I mean, he just turned 10, but this was years, and years ago. My brother, and I went over to his house, for his birthday, and he got a 4 wheeler. You know that power wheels I used to have, before it broke down?:”
“Yeah, the Barbie one.” We both nodded.
“Well, like that, only instead of a jeep, it was like a 4 wheeler. You had to straddle it, like a motorcycle, and it had handlebars like a bike, instead of a steering wheel on one side?”
“Oh,” Judy guessed, “So that’s why you’re so into biker boys.”
“Well?” She shrugged, “I guess, but he wouldn’t let anybody else ride it. I begged, and pleaded with him, until he finally let me ride on the back, but the seat, it didn’t come back all the way to the back, but it kinda stuck out. Past his butt, and he had these brick tiles on the patio, so every time he drove up, and over it. There was this bump, and then it made the whole thing vibrate, running over the bricks.”
“So, you got off.” I was super horny now, “Humping the back of the seat?”
“Well, there was that, and his butt between my legs. I had to hold on, so he had his back up against me, and my arms around him. I could smell his hair, so I just tried to hold on for dear life, and I almost fell off when it happened.” She nodded, and I looked over at the garage. The door was closed, and the driveway empty, which ment either the house was empty, or mom pulled up into the garage, and closed the door. So, I went around the side, and looked in the window in the door. Sure enough, it was empty, and locked, but I already had my keys out.
“That’s way hotter then any poster of some hipster model, pretending to be a biker.”
“Yeah, but you asked what the sexiest thing was we ever Saw. You didn’t say anything about our first orgasms.”
“Well,” I pulled out a bin, and dug around through the bungies, and stuff. “You know, bisexual girls are hot.”
“I knew it!” They both laughed, so when I turned around, I couldn’t even tell who said it, but I found the cargo straps I was looking for.
“I mean. Uh!” I rolled my eyes, to think, “Boys think bisexual girls are hot, so maybe if we played bisexual, we could get a bunch of boys together. To share?”
“Boys like any kind of girl,’ Susan rolled her eyes. “Unless they’re gay, I guess.”
“Like you’re not bisexual.”
“No?” Pretty sure I’m a pedophile, “Of course not.” Ever since I found that nasty site, with all those little girls, swimming, and taking their swim-suits off. You know, the sexy stuff I didn’t want to talk about? I held up the strap. “You’d have to make me.”
It was just so dirty, it made me feel dirty, just looking at them. So dirty, I need to be punished, especially for checking out my little neighbor, and her friends, right in front of them.
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Judy (fff Bondage)
Okay, she wanted to make this big secret about liking girls? Good, that just gave me something to get out of her. If we’re going to play interrogate her, then it really helps to have some kind of information to get out of her, but.
It was a little creepy, at first. The way she looked at Susan, until i talked to her about it, and she told me how she looked at me, too. Not while you’re looking, the only way you’d catch her at it was if she was looking at another girl, but we’d been friends for, well a long time.
I thought Susan was the bad girl, when it turns out, she just had a leather fetish, and the hots for bad boys on motorcycles, because that’s how she got her first orgasm. just assuming her brother was the same age, when he went took her to his friend’s 10th birthday party, she must have been what, 6, or 7?
Wow, I had no idea that little girls could feel anything sexual, that young, but then again. I feel a little less guilty about watching those girls at the park, and laying with myself behind a tree. I lied, I mean yeah, I started walking away, but then I heard her squeals.
“Stop!” So then I looked back just in time to see one of her captors pinch her, hard on the leg.
“You like that?”
“No, it hurts!” So, they giggled, and started tickling her again, then pinched her when she said to stop.
It was just, so much like a rape fantasy, I couldn’t believe it. They didn’t even touch her butt, let alone in between her legs, but they tickled the insides. The sensitive spots, on the insides of her thighs, but when i closed my eyes, and imagined them going farther. Molesting her, viciously, and my fingers found the wet crotch of my underwear.
Then, I saw Molly checking out the neighborhood girls, climbing in and out of that little tykes playground cube, thing. No wonder she got so hot, talking about the little girls, tying up their friend, with her jump-rope, tickling, and pinching her through her tights until she kicked, and screamed for mercy.
Literally!
“Huh!” She took a deep breath, when I pulled the end through the bottom of the hook, and cinched it tight. These had like, I don’t know what you call them. These weird buckles you bent in half, to make them twist tighter, but I just took that off. Too complicated, but the hook on 1 end was like a coat hanger with the hook bent sideways. So, i could just stick the loose end through the triangle in the bottom, and pull it tight.
“Too tight?”
“No,” she pulled her hands out, “You can pull them tighter.” Holding her hands up, with her back up against the steel shelves, she let her head fall back, and stuck the end through the bars in the top shelf. That had more triangles, or one bar bent up, and down between them, so I could just grab the end, and pull it through.
Hanging her by the wrists, the black plastic hook clinked against the shiny chrome shelf, but that also made her shirt tight over her bra.
“You know,” Susan looked at me, and bit her lip. “She’s right, bisexual girls are hot.”
“Hhuh!” She just let her head fall back. I mean, from when she was looking up, to loop the yellow strap through? yeah, she just let it rest on her hair, on the shelf, where she pulled out the plastic tub full of bungies, and stuff. “Yeah, this.” She struggled, and twisted her hands around, but that just made her bra shake, and jiggle. “Huh, this is so hot.” Breathless, and panting. I pulled some bungies out, and got an idea. Hooking one end on the side, and stretching the other one over, so it pulled her top even tighter, I really wanted to grab her. Squeeze her bra, and crush the soft domes inside it, but I hesitated.
You know, with Susan right there, I wasn’t sure. I could actually go through with it, so I turned to her. “Why don’t you play the bad girl?”
“Okay, how do I do that?”
“Well, you’re the one that kept asking how to punish her, for nod doing my bidding. I don;t know, I guess you could pinch her, or something, but I never got to that part.”
She grinned, so her lip popped out, “Just the giving orgasms for a reward part?” She looked over my shoulder. “So, what do you want to make her do?”
I turned back, but she was like, passed out? Not like unconscious, but more like a trance, I guess.
“Maybe I better ask her some questions.”
“Yeah, you’re good at that.”
“And if she lies, you get to punish her.”
“And if she tells us what you want to hear, you’ll give her orgasms, for a reward?”
“What do you, huh!” Molly gasped, and licked her lips. Shook her head. “I’m, thirsty?”
“Good, maybe if you’re good, you can have something to drink.”
“I know something wet, she can drink.” Judy said. Falling right into the bad cop role. I guess, it’s like good cop, bad cop, only we’re not playing cops, and robbers. More like dirty little secrets, truth or dare, with bondage, and gay sex all rolled into one? “I changed my mind. Now this is the sexiest thing, i ever seen.”
“Yeah, me too.”
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Susan (fff Lesbian)
Pphft! Straight girls are way hotter. Especially compared with lesbos, they try too hard with their Tomboy haircuts, and flannel boxer shorts, or whatever.
Diesel Dyke? Okay, whatever you say, teenie popper. I’d seen how she looks at girls, little girls, and I even noticed when she stopped. Looking at me, and Judy, the other girls we hung out with, but it’s not like the 3 of us got together, just because we all rode the same bus.
We had so much in common. Not only that, but the little things, that are different. Yeah, we’re all perverts, but that doesn’t mean all the exact same perversions, which is good. Let’s say that we all 3 wanted to get tied up. Then what?
Okay, yeah, we’d all look hot, tied up together, but somebody’s got to do something, or none of us will ever get off. Let alone be able to untie the other 2, if we’re all 3 tied up. Or Judy, with her good girl/bad girl thing. Okay, she likes to play games, she always did, while I was just looking for an excuse to touch her. Either one of them, honestly I love them both, deeply, but differently.
I can’t pick one or the other, I love more, but I don’t have to. Our luck that one of them likes to be tied up, and I mean. Wow, she didn’t just lead us home, and go right for the box of tie downs. She loved it, and of course, this all started because Judy saw some girls playing around with a jump rope.
We all did, that’s just the sort of game little girls play. Here’s a jump rope, no it’s a snake! We’d all squeal, and jump up on the couch, so the snake couldn’t bite our ankles, instead of Lava. Or acid, it’s kid’s stuff. All you need is something as simple as a jump rope, or a hoolah hoop, and then your imaginations run wild with what all you can pretend it to be.
Then, we grew up, and started having feelings. Sexual feelings, and I guess I lied. Okay? it wasn’t some boy with a power wheels he got for his birthday. it was a biker chick, with a Labrys tattoo, and a nice hard fuel tank to hump while she felt me up, going down the road. She gave me a ride, and so much more, then she dropped me off, and I never saw her again.
It’s just like, another game you play. The truth, but not the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. If you give up all your secrets at once, then you’ve got nothing to share the next time you play. Nothing good, anyway.
“Who do you think is hotter, me, or Susan?”
“Huh?” She shook her head, and looked up. Over Judy’s shoulder, she smiled. “Suzy.”
I pushed Judy out of the way, and grabbed Molly’s face. “Susan!” Squeezed her cheep between her teeth, “Not Suzy, not Suzanna, Susan!”
“Sowy!” She smiled, but straightened her face when i let go, and slapped her. Gently.
She blinked, “I’m a little out of it.”
“You like it,” Judy stepped back in, and I backed off, a little surprised at myself, and started to realize I liked it. Slapping her, that smack, it made me feel something, I never realized I had in me. I’m not a sadist, but Judy was right.
She did like it, and that surprised me too. Just not as much as how good it felt, to smack her right in her lying mouth, and wanting to hit her harder.
“Huh, yeah. I love it.” She smiled weakly. “Better than sex.” She straightened up, and squirmed, erotically. “Huh, is that what you wanted to hear?”
She grinned, and took a deep breath. Knowing, that’s the rules. Judy’s own rules, I punished her for lying, and now it was her turn, to reward her for telling the truth.
“I don;t know, if she likes it so much.” A little pang of jealousy stung my heart, when Judy felt up her sides, to her tits, and grabbed them. “Maybe I should have hit her harder.”
“Uhnm!” She moaned, then bit her lips, and whimpered, with pleasure.
“What’s wrong?” Judy leaned in, “Don’t you think I’m sexy?” Whispered, and breathed on her hair so hard, I could see it blowing.
“Yes, oh god yes, I’m so horny right now, I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”
Amazing how quick, I thought we’d have to torture her all night for her to break like that, and I was a little disappointed. I was starting to look forward to it.
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Molly (fff…)
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” Judy asked me that, so many times, and I lied about it, every single time.
Then, she got me like this, and I just wanted to please her so much. Suze scoffed behind her, holding the end of the strap, so that it bit hard into my wrists, and rolled her eyes.
Okay, you want to play the bad girl? You think you’re so bad?
I looked Judy straight in the eye, and took a deep breath. “I touched my brother’s butthole.” I nodded, seriously, “Just on the outside, I wanted to stick my finger in, but I was afraid that if I scratched him, he’d wake up.” I shrugged, “So, I just went to wash my hands, and fingered myself off with it. The first time, my first orgasm, and oh yeah. I lied.”
“Huh!” She looked back at Susan. They both shook their heads, in disbelief, so i took another deep breath. Twisting my wrists, to loosen up the strap, and pull my hands out.
“The sexiest thing I ever saw was that girl down the street. Crawling over her little toy playground to slide down the slide. Head first, she slid off, and started crying, but that just made me feel guilty, until I realized that I was turned on, and that just made me feel worse.”
“Wh, what’s even sexy about that?” Suze shook her head.
“Her dress flipped up, when she fell off the slide. So, i could see her butt, in her panties, until her mom came out, and picked her up.” I looked down, and kinda reveled in the guilt, just let it wash over me, and braced myself for the humiliation to come.
“That’s sick!” Suzie hugged me first, “Oh, my god, that’s so sick, and amazing!”
“Really?”
“You’re really a child molester?” Judy asked.
“No? God no, I just look.”
“Yeah,” Suze scoffed, “Except for the time you said you touched your little brother’s butthole, in his sleep?”
“Well, I. No, I know, that’s. Well, you asked!” I turned to Judy. “I don’t know why I did it, but I never did it again!”
“So what? If you lie once, you’re a liar. If you steal just once, that makes you a thief, so if you just molested 1 child.” She held her finger up, then lowered it, pointed, and poked me in the chest, “That makes you a child molester.”
“So,” Suzie pushed her out of the way, “How come you think I’m sexier.” She pulled open her leather jacket, and grabbed her chest by the bra, “You don’t like boobs?”
“No, i don’t hate them, you’re just like. I don;t know, a tomboy, I guess.” I looked down, and turned away. To grab the bungee chord, and pull it out. “I knew you wouldn’t understand, nobody can understand, i don’t even understand it!”
Just then, my mom showed up, and thank god, I’d undone the bungee before she started unrolling the garage door. So, I could throw it in the tub with the rest of them, and pull the cargo strap out of the shelf.