I guess that’s what the boys called it, but we started it when we’re little.
I guess it was “Show don’t tell” for a while there, but eventually, we decided not to talk about it. As we got older, and more aware that what we’re doing was getting sexual.
Well, at first it was just stupid fart games, that got out of hand. Somebody pooted real loud, and we got the giggles. So, we forgot who did it, and then we started blaming each other, until I felt one brewing.
So I got up, and said “I can prove it.” Turned around, and farted as loud as I could at them. “EW!” all around, but lots of dirty giggles, and waving their hands in front of their noses. Then, farting at each other’s faces, holding onto them until at some point we started shoving our butts in each other’s faces.
Skipping past years, and years, but the boys had their “No girls allowed” clubs, and us girls. We played games like that in the girl’s room, mostly. That escalated to pulling down our pants, and sitting on each other’s faces. Panties on, but there was a lot of groping, tickling, and rubbing until we got hot. Naked, and masturbated each other, until one of the older girls refused.
A big sister, over at their house to party. Not a party, just partying, but we didn’t have any beer, wine, or other drugs. We stole cigarettes, and pretended to smoke, but we never lit them. In fact, I remember not taking mom’s lighter off her desk.
Partly because it had this milky marble like glass that could be broken easily. It was an heirloom, and like a big perfume bottle, only with a lighter in top. Also because I didn’t trust my friends playing with fire.
It got out of control, it always got out of control, and honestly, that’s how you won. By letting them talk you into doing something so bad that nobody could think of a way to top it until the next time. We knew if we got caught, it would be all over. The teenager called us “Lezbos,” when we tried to pressure her into taking her top off. Showing her bra, and maybe more, but she refused, and went upstairs.
She didn’t tell their parents when they got home, but we couldn’t get too crazy that night. Every time we did, she came down, and told us to stop. Baby-sitter, so we calmed down, and had a serious meeting about what we’re doing.
“I’m not gay.”
“Me neither.”
We went around, and all claimed our heterosexuality. Honestly, a lot lied, or at least told the half-truth. They’re totally Bisexual, but they don’t want to sound gay. So, we “Made” each other do gay stuff, just to get licked and fingered. It was really more of a circle jerk, or the tween girl equivalent.
Then we made up rules, just for basic safety. You want to avoid getting pregnant, STDs, incest, or hurting someone so bad they go to the hospital. Just like getting pregnant, that could get us all caught, and in trouble. At the very least we wouldn’t be able to get away with as much, as often, forever. (We didn’t have to, just long enough to become legal adults, so we could do legal sex shows, and porn.)
So, the next logical step was luring boys in to do fucked up sexual stuff to. One at a time, the safest bet was calling your big brother in, if you had one. None of them had boyfriends until years later, but his sister waited on the bed, so we could hide behind the door, and in her closet.
“Get him!” We jumped out naked, and rubbed his hands all over our bodies until he get it up. “If you tell anyone we’ll say you molested us, and made us take off our clothes.”
“Okay, okay. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” But his sister stayed up on the bed, and just watched us. Masturbated with her hands in her clothes, but she didn’t take any off.
So, we spanked him, and stuck his dick in our mouths when he went soft. Tried to suck him hard, but fought over it. “Let me!” pulling it out, and making sure you’re the one that could give him a boner again.
Then, “Ew, you sicko.”
“Sex pervert!” We slapped it back and forth, while the other 2 girls swatted his cheeks on either side of him, until he went soft again. He never let go, once he had his arms around 2 naked girls, he just felt them up, and let them spank him when he got hard again.
I was in front, so I turned around, and hot-dog bunned him, until he went soft. So, the other girl sucked him hard again, and humped him standing up, with his dick between her legs. So, I reached between both their legs, and felt his balls. Slapped them as fast as I could so he went soft again right away. “My turn.”
So it was my turn to suck him hard again, while the other 3 girls tried to make him lose his boner, but this time, I put my knees between his legs. Covered his balls, so they couldn’t bust them, and beat him off as fast as I could to make him cum all over my body.
“I win!” The first time I won, but it wasn’t the first time we got a boy to hold still for it.
“Hah! Hah, hah…” He finally stopped cumming, and went soft. Up against my ribs, so the girls let him go put some pants on. Some clean ones, after that. They pissed in their hands to splash up between his legs, or got up to piss on his arms. His pantlegs, feet, and shoes, so those were soaked.
My prize was getting out of the cleanup. Of course, we couldn’t have their parents home to find us all naked, in a puddle of piss, with jizz all over my body. So, I took a cat bath in the bathroom, careful to wipe it up so it didn’t run down anywhere I could get pregnant.
He came in, and patted my back. “That was some hand job!”
“Thanks,” rather proud of it myself, but the girls were still down mopping the floor with towels.
He pulled the back of my shirt. “We better get out of their way.” So, they threw them all in the bathtub, sprayed them off, and hung them up to dry. (They didn’t have a washer/drier there.)
“I better walk you home.” We had gotten dressed, but then he told me he always liked me best, I’m the prettiest, and the smartest, so that’s how I got a boyfriend.
I was 12, and he was 14, so that was a pretty major coup. Even though half of us were still in 5th or 6th grade, I was one of the older ones, but it turns out he really liked that kinky stuff. He let his little sister tease him, of course. Made him beat off, but stop. Beat it and stop, beat it and stop. Basically red light green light only with a penis so she didn’t have to touch it.
She never touched him, or let him see her naked, but she could tease him otherwise, and make the other 4 girls do it. So, it was easy enough to get him in on our pussy whipping games. Then, another girl had a birthday, and we invited all the boys the 5 of us had ganged up on. I didn’t have a brother, but I had a boyfriend. Some others gave into “Hey, you want to see some girls, naked?”
“Yeah,” when we told them which ones we liked. Only the cutest boys, or if we thought they had something special. For instance, we could get boys to look for big dicks, and hairy legs in the boy’s room, or locker room if they started PE.
My boyfriend and me “Practiced,” his first submission to the Pussywhipped club. I made him a mask, even though it was just black fabric I put a hem along the bottom, and stitched around the eye holes. So he could see out, but none of the boys knew who he was.
Unless they recognized his dick, when it was hard. I’m pretty sure they had a circle jerk, or something like that when they were little. Had their own clubhouses, and kicked us out, so they could play boys only games with stolen porno.
I practiced in front of the mirror, because I liked to see it too. I don’t have to imagine what the other girls saw, but he liked spankings. As long as it wasn’t his dad, who used to beat the crap out of him, but when I do it. Especially once we had enough practice that I knew just how he liked it.
“All right, boys, and girls!” I pushed him out of the downstairs closet. In case you’re wondering what happened to the parents, we had an after-party, at another house. Since their kids were staying the night, they didn’t have to get a sitter to watch them, and went out for a getaway. Just the 2 of them, how romantic?
“All right, I found this pervert sneaking around, and sniffing panties.” We all threw our undies into the closet, but he had nothing on but the mask. He covered his junk, while I called him Bad boy. Bad Bad boy! Sometimes hitting him twice, but he likes it better if he doesn’t expect it.
Holding his junk in both hands in front of him. He couldn’t cover his butt, but he didn’t really want to. I rubbed his cheeks when they got red hot, then slapped him when he least expected it.
“Ah!”
“Huh, you like that, huh? You BAD BAD Boy!”
“Huh, yeah.”
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up, I can see your little dick getting hard.” He hid it behind his arm, but he could rub it off that way. In his pants, if nobody was looking he could put his head down on his desk, and rub his hardon in his pants. With his hand in his pants, so sometimes he could show me.
Nobody else, I knew full well he was playing with himself on the bus. We took the city bus just so he could sit next to the window, and masturbate right next to me. Then, he pulled his hand out, cupped around the handful, and slurped it up.
He’s not gay at all. It wouldn’t be as dirty if he was, just like us girls making each other lick, and finger us. To act gay, and also for the orgasms, of course. That was before we got boys involved, and I got my own boy toy to play with. He was the one that made sure he finished last, so he could take the cake.
“Huh, yeah.” I just started smacking him with both hands. “Yeah, you sick puppy. Huh yeah you like that boy! Yeah?”
“UH! HUH!” I stopped, and held him. “Huh, uh!” So he didn’t fall back, but I also hugged his arms. Pressed my braless boobs up against his back, and humped his red hot cheeks. “Hhuh!”
“Good boy, that’s a good boy. Yeah. Such a good boy.” I patted his head, and pulled up the front of his mask, so he had to cover his mouth. “There’s your treat.”
“Slurp.”
Of course his sister knew who he was, even before he let his dripping dingle dangle. She knew that trick, for masturbating in public, with his hand down his pants, rubbing the head raw with his dry hand.
They all clapped, and cheered while I helped him up, and took him upstairs to lick me wet, and fingerbang me with the spit.
“Ah hah hahAHuhuhuhuh!” He barely had to stick his fingers in, and slap me off with his sticky clammy palm.
“Huh!” He got up, and left me, to go get his clothes, and put them on. I took my hood off so I could breathe. Shake the sex sweat out of my hair, and put some clothes on.
As if everyone there didn’t know what I looked like naked, my voice sounds like when I’m yelling, or who my boyfriend was. I guess as long as you pretend it’s anonymous, they can just nod, smile, and wink, but we don’t talk about it after.
What’s the point? Either you watched it, cheered, and applauded or you weren’t there. In which case, it’s none of your business, but we only escalated from there…
Oh yeah, and the birthday girl? She didn’t get another cake, she was the cake. She got on Birth Control because she was a teen, and we didn’t have to worry about her getting pregnant. So the boys could fuck her, cum in her, and we could fight over eating her out. Licking it off her belly, titties, neck, back, and butt. I shoved my boyfriends face down in it to “Make” him eat out her ass, like he didn’t love doing it to mine all the time.
I love butts, most of us do, but I couldn’t wait to get a big dildo, and a strapon to truly fuck him up the ass.
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