I was feeling much better in school on Monday and I realised that Eugene did me a huge favor. I was a little stuck in my thought process, pondering what I should do next however, I realized I was in fact, as Ms. Ritenour said in Art, using an expanded palette than I did before. Although Maddie wasn’t the most difficult move in the world I was convinced that if I put my mind to myself, I could make any thing happen. And, if I didn’t succeed in the moment, I could rewind and forth, or so it was. It also became clear that my primary goal, which was to have people perform sexy acts of humiliation while believing that it was because of their own ideas, desires as well as personal weakness, and to wear shame was a lot easier than I imagined.
I didn’t start fucking Maddie morning, noon, and night. I didn’t have any interest in stealing quickies. I was looking forward to another weekend, and the whole taking-my-time thing. I did however, try to make sure to manipulate her memory that we were with each other; I ensured that she was chewing on my cum, smacking my tongue me and squeezing my tummy when she scrubbed me. This one made her feel a bit ill.
I also made progress with my other game, Cam and Karli. They were continuing their fantasized beat-offs however, I felt it was the right time to take the next step, and create a very uncomfortable. I sketched an idea in my mind and was waiting for the right time to implement it.
It happened quite quickly. We would have Family Movie Night (yeah, in all caps) every month twice; Craig would select a dumb film about orphans during the Great Depression or some such rubbish and we would go to the basement theater. Craig believed it was a good way to build values and family bonds or something. I’m sure the film which he was showing the night before featured a puppy who pulled a sled travelling halfway across America in search of its owner, or something else. Let me tell the story for you.
The theater room in the basement is the king of the hill. The TV is 100 inches wide and the room is equipped with an 6-speaker Dolby systems. Everyone has their recliners, and there’s even a popcorn maker and sodas to the side. We all settle into our chairs, with blankets of fleece and any refreshments we’d like, and after which Craig shuts off the lights and begins the film. Cam frequently has to take a “pee break at the beginning of the movie which means that he’s likely to down the stairs to the bathroom. He sits before the mirror, looking at his hard-on, and pondering about Hayley or Karli or, more recently, Hayley and Karli, and then, before he knows it when he’s done, he’s shooting in the bathroom sink. I knew this, however, often I didn’t pay attention, as watching the film was enough.
However, that night I was planning my next move and by the time Cam was awake, I was all set. Cam went to the bathroom, took off his workout shorts and underwear and started jacking the faucet. This is when I came into the bathroom; I removed the faucet for a while leaving Cam with an inflamed boner, which he shook vigorously and could not get it to be able to ejaculate. It was hilarious on its own however, after stroking the bishop up to six and 7 minutes, his b;a;s were hurting and he realized that something was not right and he was not going to be in a position to take on the role of. He took off his dick and pulled off his jockey shorts. And it was then that I turned on the tap and he spat huge amounts of goo into his tense whities. I did a great job of squeezing his prostate and he let go of the goo as if he was pounding away the goo with his both fingers. He sat there for a moment and slack-jawed. He then took off his underwear, tossed them in the hamper for washing then grabbed a hand-towel out of the cupboard, and washed the remainder of his semen from his crotch before putting it in the hamper, too. Cam then put on his workout shorts and went home to enjoy the film with his dick and balls bouncing around.
I waited for a couple of minutes before pressing on Karli’s bladder. I’m sure the dog had just realized that it’s master was gone when she went to the bathroom. She took her panties off and peed. She was washing herself when I turned my attention towards the washing. She noticed something sitting on the top of the hamper, and was able to find her holding Cam’s sexy jockey shorts. I was able to push hard on her arousal centers while she gazed at the sparkling Cock-slime. When she was sexy with me, asked her one question:
What flavor would it be?
This is the way my sibling Karli ended having her pants around her ankles, and Cam’s shorts stuck into her mouth while she sucked his pecker-pudding from the fabric. It’s good that she was still on the toilet, as her climax was so wet that it felt like she peed all over again. She was shivering while she felt the icy kiss slide into her throat (I have to tell you that I was hard-headed when I saw that happen). After she had pulled every drop of his whities that were tight I slowed down and let her contemplate the things she’d done. She was horrified. could not get her underwear back into the hamper in time. I was required to make sure I didn’t laugh while I watched her clean her teeth using her finger and gargle 10 times. She returned to the theater and settled down on her seat. Once she was settled, I hit her twice with my blow to trigger her memory of stuffing Cam’s shorts in her mouth, while I pushed her clit and then I sparked the idea in her head that Maddie believed she was guilty of something shady. Maddie did not, of course as she was just watching the film and I wanted Karli to believe that someone believed she was an absolute scumbag. I stayed up late to watch the remainder of the film, but I kept the channel on (so to say) to see Karli be shocked, squirming and small amount confused and confident that someone was aware of the stupid thing she had did. When the film was finished she ran through the steps. The moment we all made it upstairs, Karli had already showered and was wearing her robe and pjs You can smell her minty scent of mouthwash from 10 inches away.
When everyone was asleep I took a look at the ceiling and reviewed the things I’d done. It felt good. I didn’t feel sleepy at all and then I realized I was quite a bit intoxicated due to the events of the night. In the past, I would have simply walked away and gone about my business, but then… I looked around and found that everyone was sleeping I woke up and walked out of my room and then slipped into Maddie’s. Maddie was lying on her back, her eyes pointing toward the door. Lucky me. I shut my door then moved across the carpet and gently shook her shoulder. Maddie blinks a few times and then, with the light filtered into her curtain, she saw me standing next to her bed with my hefty pee hanging out. Maddie just opened her mouth, letting me slide my pee into her mouth, before closing her lips. I didn’t do any throat-fucking whatsoever I wanted to feel her sucking my cock like a lollipops. She sat upon my spinning rod for couple of minutes, and then I took a deep breath and let my cum drip through her mouth. I only made a moderate amount (didn’t want to create an messy mess) and she sat up to let me remove my dick and show off my seed that was squirting on her tongue. She she swallowed. I returned to bed and fell asleep like an old rock. ****
Eugene took part in the development too. The only difference was that he did not make any remarks He just became a hindrance to Yazz Taylor.
Yasmin Taylor belongs to the oldest females in our group. She’s already 15. She always tells people that she’ll be first to obtain a driver’s license. She was also the first blossomer of our school. She was awarded C-cup tits when she was in the eighth grade. I am aware of this because Yazz (she chose to go the name ‘Yazz’ since it’s “halfway between Yass and Jazz”) had spent the last period of her term telling each girl she was a 36C 23– 34. It was heard by the guys too, however specific measurements were not necessary to determine the fact that Yazz was able to get her hips and boobs.
Yazz is biracial. Her father has a race of Black and her mother is Asian. Yazz has good hair from her parents; she can style it with long curls, or with little effort, tiny bit of work, an elegant, straight fall. She has skin that is the shade of peanut butter eyes with almonds as well as full lips. She looks almost as attractive as she claims to be. She’s just a bit larger than me, but as I mentioned before, I’m pretty small.
In the end, I was feeling I’m not sure what that word means I was not very confident after my evening of movies along with Cam and Karli and Karli, but I was certainly stuffed with myself. I’d gotten my stepbrother and sister in a sexy kinky prank which was orchestrated by me. Neither did they realize that it was me. Karli believed that Maddie knew what had occurred (I believe she did not because I was the one who sparked the idea into Karli’s mind) and she was unable to look either her or Cam at the eyes however her guilt was not enough to stop her from making juice of her panties whenever she thought about it as she would often do (again through me). I was pretty, so I suppose the word “invincible” would come to mind when Eugene committed the error of closing his locker door with his sleeves. He didn’t realize, but his arm was caught and removed, and all the stuff that was in his bag ended up on the floor. And as he was opening his backpack at the time it happened it was a lot of things. He reached at his backpack but didn’t realize the shirt was snagged and slammed into the locker that was next to it. He slammed into the locker and the shirt fell loose, and he ended up in the hallway, surrounded by the contents of the backpack.
My locker is located across the hall from it’s about 10 lockers below so I got to witness all of it. It was hilarious, right out before everyone and everyone, and everybody was laughing, but trying to keep from laughing You know, but I then heard “Nice trip, spazz?”
I glanced over and saw Yazz along with the Yazettes the Yazettes, her trio of back-up singers as they say (don’t think about their names at this point; you’ll be able to get acquainted with them in the future). Yazz was standing with hands on hips, and smiled while she gazed down at me. Her gang of suck-ups were laughing on cue. It’s one thing to me to laugh at Eugene and I’ve laughed at him before, and he’s amused me. This is an aspect of friendship. Yazz wasn’t Eugene’s friend.
Timing can be an odd thing. If I didn’t already have evidence of my abilities and abilities, I wouldn’t likely have taken any action. I definitely wouldn’t have walked out of my locker to say, “Hey, stop it.” What, do I really need to say that I did pretty well in pushing? They were quiet and I was expecting it since, after all I had my sister take my stepbrother’s tummy off of the jockey’s shorts. How difficult could this be you ask? The thing that caught my eye was that the trio of tramps stayed quiet mostly due to Yazz had a snooze. It was a nice thing to see.
Yazz was looking at my face and made an disgusted noise. “Who do you think you are?”
I was somewhat bit annoyed, so I told him, “I’m his friend, and I think you should apologize to him.”
“As if,” Yazz said, and then she tossed her head. In a moment I was wondering if my abilities had failed me Then she looked at me and declared, “Whatever. Sorry, you freak.”
Okay, so I couldn’t say the kind of apology I was offering, but… But I didn’t want to let Yazz be free to do the incident. “That wasn’t cool.”
“Oooooh,” Yazz drawled. “Maybe you want to talk to me about it after school.”
Oh, a great opening. “Sure,” I said. “How about the baseball field?”
She smiled. “Yeah I’m going to meet you at the end of school on the ball field. Do I look silly?”
“Okay, you got me.” I sighed and got to help Eugene take his things. Yazz and her tadies laughed and then walked off. I watched her swaying in her tummy and thought about what might occur at school.
As the bell rang, I ran away from the structure, and then over onto the field. The field is situated on the property that is against the rear of the school. It’s enclosed by a chain-link fence. There are two entrances the dugouts. The dugouts have roofs and are covered on both the back and side. If you’re in the third base dugout you will be able to see any person coming through the campus. This is where I was in the bench, waiting when I saw Yazz approaching the sidewalk.
The leggings she wore were like red spray paint underneath a sweatshirt that was oversized and an outfit with red leather body and white sleeves (school colors). Her shoes were exquisitely white sneakers. Her backpack was made by a expensive outdoor gear manufacturer. She walked up close to the fence, but was looking around for a while and I pushed her to the other side of the fence. I was unable to see her as she walked behind the dugout, and her face appeared in the cut-out inside the fence. I made a gesture.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” I replied.
“I wanted to see what you were doing,” she added, “weirdo.”
“Well, it’s not what I’m doing, it’s what you should be doing.”
“Oh, really?” Yazz placed one hand on her hip that was cocked. I noticed her nails were exactly the same color as her leggings and arms of her jacket. “And what should I be doing, dummy?”
“You should be nicer to my friend, Eugene.”
“Is that his name?” Yazz turned her head. “Anything else you think I should do?”
“Yeah.” I stood on the bench and walked towards her. “I think you should undo my pants, take out my dick, and jerk me off.”
“The hell?” She was looking at me as if I was insane; I just shrugged and watched. Yazz turned her head and then walked towards me. Her hands sank and I could feel her fingers ripping off my belt as well as the button on my jeans. after which she pulled back the zipper, before pulling through the waistband of my shorts, and then setting my loose dick. The dick popped out, already brittle and leaky. Yazz said “Ugh” and looked grossed-out however her hand remained in the sand and I felt her delicate fingers tucked around my rigid pecker. It was an bit cold in the dugout’s shadows, however, Yazz’s hands were pleasantly warm and she appeared to know how to do the handwork. Her grip was strong but not overly tight, and the dickslop which had already leaked from my piss-slit gave excellent lubrication. Each time, five to five strokes, she’d put her thumb along the edge of my cock-head. This was awe-inspiring. It was also hilarious, since she appeared to believe that this was a sure way for me to be ejected the hook; Instead, I sat on the ground with my hands in the back of my pockets. She looked towards her left gazing at the field. Although I could have forced her to maintain eye contact with me, her attempt to not notice her actions made me more difficult. My balls began to hurt, and I decided it was the right time to unleash. I increased the force (not difficult considering that I’d been putting off the launch since she grasped my schlong) however, I kept the force to a minimum to ensure that, instead of splashing upwards to the sky in between us dense creamy mass sprang out of my spermworm and fell over her hand. At the point I done, her entire hand was covered in the smoky remnants of my male hood. She turned her back to see my protein plasma pouring out of her hands. She moved her hand up to throw it away however I suggested an alternative idea in her head. After I washed off my dick, put it back into my underwear and zipped it into place, Yazz Taylor raised her hand towards her mouth, and started licking my nut butter from her fingers. It was a huge and thick spooge, so at first, she was slurping it up like she was the frosting of the blade of a butter knife. Once the easier things were gone, I made her take a mouthful of spooge, before she took a swallow. She was choking at first small amount and then sucked it out, and then made use of her tongue to clean the fingers. She sucked every one of her fingers in turn until her hand was soaked and clean. I looked at her and her face was astonished.
“You’re nasty,” she declared.
“Hey, I’m not the one walking out of here with a bellyful of sperm,” I told her. Yass laughed and spun her way to get through the dugout. I let her reach the edge of the enclosure, and then declared, “Hey, Yazz.”
She was stunned and turned. “What, you jerk?”
I laughed. “Homecoming’s coming up in a few weeks. I’d like to attend the party but I do not have any dates.”
Yazz scowled. “So?”
I sighed. “Oh I was thinking that it would be nice to ask for me to join your group as a date. If, for instance, tomorrow when I get into your lobby area, I can make a call for me to accompany your to a dance.”
Yazz scoffed. “As if,” she declared and walked out of the dugout with her head up and hands still damp.
“Yeah,” I said. “As if.”
