Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2009 00:33:04 +0000 From: Anton Eckhoff Subject: Little Sister and Her Friend All the disclaimers: don't read this if you are not meant to. If you are not old enough to read this, please don't. If you are offended by this sort of thing, why have you bothered to even read this far? You best not read this story if you have any aversion to a story that involves two girls sexually experimenting on one's older brother. Please email me comments/questions/pictures: Anton.Eckhoff@googlemail.com I am just starting off writing and would really love some feedback. -------------------------------------------------------- The situation I am about to share with you is not one that I ever would have imagined finding myself in. My name is Anton and honestly, I am a pretty normal 14-year-old kid. I go to an all-boy's school, like sport and enjoy watching films with my mates. I am 5'6" and weight about 59 kg. I guess you might say I am pretty fit, I work out after school and have always been really active. I have dyed black hair and ice-blue eyes. I am naturally blonde, but really like it when guys have dark hair and blue eyes. I am also gay, I have known that for a long time; but even that is not very strange in this day and age. Really, there is nothing all that remarkable about me; so given that, I wouldn't have expected such a wild story to be part of my life. But here we are. I should tell you a bit more, here in the exposition, about my family. Mum died when I was 10-years-old, so now it is just me, my dad and my younger sister. My sister is called Michelle and she and I get on about as well as most brothers and sisters do who have a three year age gap. It's not that we don't get on; it's just that she and I are not exactly mates either. I sort of just think of her as a person who happens to live in my house. My dad says that she and I will get along better when we are older, but that remains to be seen. She really irritates me sometimes. It does not help that my dad is in the fire brigade and is often gone over nights, leaving us home by ourselves and me in charge. I think I shoulder the responsibility well, but it does not help me see my sister as anything more than a pest. She is at that age when she does not think she needs be to `be her caretaker,' but she is only 12, so really, she does. This story begins on one the nights that my dad was away at work, so it would have been just the two of use; but Michelle had her friend, Chloe, came over. Michelle and Chloe ordered Indian take-away for dinner and I knew it would be a bad idea. My sister tends to get Delhi tummy when she eats curry; but it was not like she would listen to me anyroad, so I didn't say anything knowing she would come to regret it later that night. Sure enough, later that night when I was in my rooming doing my coursework, I heard moans coming from my sister's room. I really didn't want to have to deal with her sick; but walked over to her room. As I approached the door I came to realise that the moans I was hearing were not the kind you have when you eat too much spicy curry. `Oh, yeah, mmmmmmmm that feels soooo good.' `Hell's bells,' I said under my breath, I couldn't believe it. It sounded like the girls must have been watching a porno. I saw that her door was open, just a wee bit, so I looked into her room and was totally flabbergasted. Chloe was sitting on the side of my sister's bed and Michelle was rubbing a pencil around her clit. The pencil went in and out of my sister's vagina. I couldn't believe it. The girl was 12-years-old and here she was being stimulated by her friend. Chloe didn't seem to be pushing the pencil inside of Michelle very deep, but there was most defiantly penetration. After while, Michelle just left the pencil inside of Chloe; but then began it spin it in circles. `mmmmm, yeah,' Chloe moaned Michelle was really going now, spinning the pencil with great velocity whilst, at the same time, moving it in a large circle. Chloe grabbed the sheets with her fists and clenched until her knuckles turned white. She kept moaning and gently thrust her hips up against the pencil that was rapidly stimulating her clit. I noticed that Chloe was leaking juices from her flange. This made me think of my own situation, and sure enough when I looked down I saw that the front of my trousers were soaked. I decided I didn't care how wrong it was, I pulled my cock out from my boxers and started to wank right there in the hallway. My prick was as hard as it had ever been, just shy of 7 inches. I pulled my foreskin back and began to wank furiously. I couldn't take my eyes away from Chloe and the pencil that was in her fanny. Seeing her feminine fluids drip down onto the bed was more than I could stand. It was so hot I kept stoking my sausage. I felt weak in the knees and dropped to the ground as I continued to pound my meat. I felt and amazing build up, almost like my bollocks themselves would explode and I blew my wad on the door jam. Some went so high it actually landed on the door handle. Just as I finished, I heard Michelle say it was her turn. Chloe reluctantly got off the bed and got on her knees. Michelle was already naked from the waist down. Part of me wanted to go back to my room. I had already spunked and it was probably best not to push my luck. It was cool seeing Chloe naked. I had a bit of a crush on her cousin, Robert, who was in my year. I was taking in her body and it gave me a better idea about what Robert might look like. There was a pretty strong family resemblance. Chloe had strong legs and her quadriceps were surprisingly well defined. For whatever reason, I had wanted to see what Michelle looked like naked as well. We don't have a very sexually liberated household, like some of my friends do, and I hadn't seen my sister naked since she was in diapers. I watched as Michelle got on the side of the bed and spread her legs. Chloe assumed Michelle's previous position and got ready to put the wet pencil into Michelle's slit. `Wait,' Michelle said, `I want you to do it with your finger.' `Why? `Because a penis is thicker and I want to practise to I can work up to it.' `How would you know penis is thicker?' After asking this, Chloe took her index finger and began to rub Michelle's clit. Michelle closed her eyes and a long moan escaped from her lips. `Because I have seen Anton's penis,' Michelle answered triumphantly. Well, this was certainly news to me. I was a bit intrigued. `You're seen your brother naked!?' Chloe exclaimed `Well, yes and no. I have seen his penis.' `How?' `Well, when he is going to bed he sleeps in his boxers and they have a wee slit in the front and sometimes I can see it when he walks around.' `I've never ever seen a real-life penis before. What does it look like?' `Well, I can't really describe it; but it is way thicker than a pencil!' `That's so cool,' Chloe said, `I wish I had a big brother so I would know what a cock looked like.' I thought this conversation was pretty funny. I knew there was no way Michelle had a proper look at my prick. I mean she could have only seen glimmers from my boxers and she had certainly never seen it erect. Wow, were these girls in for a surprise when they saw a real dick. Even after practising with each other's fingers couldn't prepare them for how think a penis actually would be. The poor sheltered Catholic girls, yeah, they were in for a real surprise. I felt sort of bad for spying on them, but when Chloe resumed stimulating Michelle, I just couldn't take my eyes off her. Even though I know I'm gay, it was still fun to watch. Chloe inserted her finger deep inside of Michelle and she all but screamed from the pleasure and pain. Her juices lubricated the insertion and I could see and Chloe moved her dripping finger in and out of my sister's mott. Michelle seemed to tremble with pleasure as Chloe wiggled her finger. She shock and moaned when Chloe's wet finger descended deeper and deeper into her. `mmmmmmmm, put another finger in,' Michelle moaned. Obediently, Chloe inserted a second finger and Michelle went wild. She started to buck her up against and Chloe pushed her back with her fingers, both of which were firmly inside of Michelle. The two continued like this, Michelle moaning with pleasure. Chloe's wet fingers slipping in and out of my sister's fanny. After a few minutes of this I noticed that Chloe couldn't pull her fingers out of Michelle's mott. They were stuck. Michelle let out a loud moan; I would have heard this one even if I wasn't standing at the door. `Oh, shit,' Michelle screamed. I came to realise that Michelle might have just experienced her first orgasm. I just watched my sister cum for the first time. It was sort of hot, even to a gay boy like me. I decided that I'd have better leave before I got caught and I went back to my room. My cock, hard as steel, led the way. * * * Over the next week I kept thinking about what I had seen. Mostly, I was thinking about having sex with Robert, Chloe's cousin. Now that I had an idea what Chloe's strong legs looked like and the colour of her skin, it made it loads easier to picture Robert naked. I had to admit, I was pretty lucky to have gotten to watch what I saw that night. About a week later, the three of us found ourselves in a similar situation: dad was at work all night and Chloe had come over to spend the night. Surprisingly, nothing really changed between me and Michelle after that night; I was still pretty apathetic about her. After dinner with two girls playing silly buggers annoyingly, I said I was going to bed and excused myself from the dinning room. I had been in the shower for about 5 minutes when I saw the loo door open a little. I soon heard whispers. Brilliant, I thought. But I guess I should have expected as much after the conversation I had overheard. Chloe had sounded gutted when she said she didn't have a big brother to spy on, I guess I was as close as she was going to get. I thought about saying something, but decided that after watching them give each other hand jobs, it wouldn't be the end of the world if I let them see my cock whist in the shower. I still obviously had seen a lot more of them, so I continued with my shower as if I hadn't noticed that the door was now open ajar. `Can you see Anton's reflection in the mirror?' `No, it's too fogged up!' `Let me try,' Michelle said. I saw the door open up even more. It was actually hard to seem oblivious, they were not particularly discrete. `Bollocks!' `You can see his bollocks!' `No, the glass door on the shower is fogged up too. I can't see any detail at all.' `Let me look,' I heard Chloe say. The door opened even more and I heard a sigh. Then it promptly shut. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit. Well, you have to give them high marks for effort. I finished my shower and went into my room to get dressed for bed. I was lying in my bed reading when I heard a knock on the door. `Come in,' I said, putting the book down. `Hey, Anton, we are going to watch V for Vendetta, do you want to watch with us?' Michelle inquired. V for Vendetta just so happens to be my favourite film, but I wasn't really feeling up for it. `That's alright,' I said, `thanks for asking though. I am tried and am probably going to fall asleep soon.' `But it's a pyjama party and you are already dressed for it. Come one, just for a little bit.' Oh, now I got it. Wow, I will give her points for persistence; but might have to deduct a few for subtlety. But I came to realise that if the girls didn't see my John Thomas now, they were just going to keep at it and that could get exceptionally annoying. And like I said, after what I saw I guess it is only fair to let them get a peek. If I did this, it would make us even in my book. I said `okay,' and walked downstairs with Michelle wearing only my boxers and a singlet. Sure enough, I noticed that their girls were wearing pyjamas; at least it was a well planed rouse. I sat on the couch and the girls sat on either side of me. They both looked down at my crotch, but saw nothing. I guess their plan was not all that well thought-out. If they had sat on the floor, they could have looked up and seen my prick inside the legs of my pants; but sitting on the sides meant they wouldn't see anything. I tried spreading my legs once the film started; but the slit remained closed. I knew they would not give up so easily and that they would attempt more and more of these asinine plans until they got a satisfactory look. I really didn't want to have to deal with the two of them trying to sneak a peek at my cock for the next year, or however long it would take; but it wasn't like I could just whip it out and show them. Then I had an idea. I told them I was still feeling tired, and grabbed the throw that was hanging over the side of the couch. I covered myself with the blanket and then carefully, so as not to make it too obvious, pulled my cock and bollocks out through the slit in my boxers. My dick and balls were now completely free of the pants and only covered by the blanket. I waited 10 minuets, closed my eyes and pretended to fall asleep. I was pretty sure when they came to realise I wasn't awake that they would remove the blanket and hope to be able to see a bit of my cock. And then they would get a big surprise. They would see it all, up close and in person. There was no way they would ever have a better opportunity to see my prick and I thought the bollocks would serve as an extra surprise. They would have absolutely no reason to try and orchestrate another one of these elaborate operations to see my prick. So I wouldn't have to worry about that. As a final bonus, I told myself I would not `wake up' no matter what happened, this, I reckoned, would make us totally even for what I had seen them do last week. It made me feel a little better because, to be honest, I did feel a little bit guilty having been there and watching my sister have her first organism without her knowing it. `I reckon he's asleep now, his eyes have been closed for about 20 minutes.' `Anton? Anton? Anton!?' Michelle said and then poked me in the shoulder with her finger. `Yeah, he's out.' `Good, let's turn off this movie. I hate it.' `Me too, but at least the luring him out of his room part of the plan worked.' `yeah, that's true. But I am gutted that the other part, the important part, failed.' `Yeah, we will just have to come up with something else.' `You said you had seen his cock before when he wore boxers.' `I have! But it's not like it is every time. It's only sometimes.' `Hey, let's turn on the light and pull off the blanket. Maybe it moved a little when he fell asleep.' `Good idea! If we are super careful, we might be able to open the slit in the boxers. He is a really heavy sleeper, he might not notice if we are careful.' I could see the light through my eyelids after Chloe turned it on. Then I felt a pair of hands grasp the throw and quickly pulled it off. Then there was a gasp. `Hells bells and buckets of blood!' I heard Chloe exclaim. `Oh, my gosh' was all Michelle managed to utter. So, there it was: my cock and bollocks on complete display. The fact that mine was the first dick either of them had ever seen really turned me on. I knew that for the rest of their lives they would compare every penis they ever saw to mine. This turned out to be a great idea. In some ways, I was the complete winner. I got to see the two of them masturbate, and now I got to enjoy their adoration of my John Thomas. I knew that the image of my penis would be forever engrained in their minds and it really got me off. I was sporting a pretty good semi when they both dropped to their knees to get a better look. `What do you think happened?' Chloe asked. `It must have fallen through the slit in his sleep.' They were so close I could feel their breath on my shaft as the spoke. I knew that each time they inhaled they were taking in a strong whiff of my musk. `Do you think he will wake up if we touch it?' Chloe asked. `I don't know,' Michelle answered, `Anton is a really heavy sleeper. He might not notice if we are really careful.' `I am surprised, it looks kind of soft. I thought it would have to be harder, more like a pencil in order to go inside of a girl. Do you suppose you just sort of stuff the whole thing inside your slit?' `No, don't be daft, Chloe. It gets a lot bigger and harder.' I could almost feel their eyes staring at my cock and bollocks. It was almost like a physical presence pushing down and examining me. I could also feel warm air brush up against my shaft each time they exhaled. Their faced must have only been a few inches away from my semi-hard member. `I don't know how it works, but it can stand out straight from his body and is probably 6 or 7 inches long.' `There is no way it gets that big. Look at it. Besides, how would you know anyways?' `Because we shared a hotel room when we went to Disneyworld and every morning when he got up from bed his dick would be hard. I could see it sticking up in his boxers; it made them look like there was a mountain in them.' `Ok, I believe you that it gets harder,' Chloe said in a defiant tone, `but it can't get that much bigger. That does not make sense. Look it is like maybe 3.5 or 4 inches now. There is no way it can get much bigger than 5 inches.' `Want to bet on it?' `Sure, what's the bet?' `We find a way to get it to its full size and then find something that is about the same size as Anton's fully hard dick and the loser have to put it inside the winner.' `Brilliant!' Chloe exclaimed. There was unbridled excitement in her voice, `but how do we get it hard.' `Well, we have to touch it, I think.' Well, there goes their worries about waking me up out the window. `I have an idea, let's rub it with a feather. That might be enough it make it hard without him knowing what's going on,' Chloe suggested. `Brilliant. I can pull one out of the pillow.' Before I know it, I could feel the light dusting of a feather moving up and down my shaft. If they kept this up, they would probably get what they wanted and Michelle would win their silly bet by a long shot. I was glad that she was betting for me having a big cock. I was pretty proud of the fact that at 15-years-old I was pulling just about 7 inches of meat. Of course, apparently she had seen my morning glory in the hotel, so I suppose her bet was more pragmatic than anything else. `Let me try,' I heard Chloe implore. Chloe moved the feather up and down my shaft. I could barely feel it, but it was enough to get some of my nerve endings firing. Just as I started to grow she stopped. `Look, it worked, it is standing up straight now,' she said. `I'll go get a ruler.' I could feel Michelle gently hold the ruler next to my prick. `5.25 inches,' she said, `I swear it looked bigger when it was up in his boxers.' Well, bloody hell, I thought. I mean if you are going use me like an anatomically correct sex-ed toy, you should at least go all the way. I supposed it would have been a problem if I had suddenly `woken up' and told them to keep rubbing so I swallowed my pride. I would have liked them to have seen me in all of my glory and given me the adoration my young member desired, but I guessed there was nothing I could do about it. The two girls set off around the house trying to find something that was about the same size as my (not fully) erect cock. They came back with a few different phallic objects and held each one next to my dick. `It's a little like Cinderella's slipper, isn't it?' Chloe joked. `Haha, yeah it is,' Michelle replied. She didn't sound too gutted about losing the bet. I suppose her brother's pride was not ranked very high on her priorities at the moment. She just seemed to be revelling at being so close to a penis. `I think the thicket carrot is just about perfect,' Michelle concluded. `Yeah, I agree,' Chloe said, `let's get to it.' She sat down on the couch next to me and I assume Michelle got in the same position she had been in when I spied on them last week: right in between Chloe's spread legs. I knew they were both still staring at my cock when Michelle started to fuck Chloe with the carrot. I dared not open my eyes. But I could hear everything and thanks to my previous experience, I had a pretty good mental image of what was going on. Michelle was twisting the carrot around in concentric circles stimulating every nerve in Chloe's virginal fanny. Chloe was moaning pretty loudly now. I don't think she had ever had anything as large as the carrot inside of her. The muscles of her fanny must have been fighting against Michelle's onslaught, pushing out the carrot, but also wrapping tighter around the surrogate orange dick. I came to realise that this surrogate cock was standing in for me dick. She chose this object because it was about the same size as my tool. I wondered if she was thinking about me while my sister fucked her with the foreign object. It could have been my dick she was picturing thrusting in and out of her, moistened my her juices. Her muscles tightened around the carrot, but it was really my tool she was imagining her fanny clinching. I had no desire to fuck a vagina, but it was still a pretty hot thought. My ideas were confirmed when Chloe started to moan quite audibly. `Oh, yeah, mmmmm stick your dick in me Anton. Ram your cock inside of me Anton!' Hearing Chloe moan my name made me more aroused. I loved the idea of someone getting off, even a girl, thinking about me. This began to have an affect on my prick, which did not go unnoticed for long. `Look!' I heard Michelle say. She must have been watching my cock the whole time she was fucking Chloe. `The skin on the tip moved back,' she exclaimed, `it looks like there is something underneath it.' My eyes were still closed, but I could tell that both girls were now on the floor, their faces inches away from my hardening member. `It's really weird; it is like the skin was covering the tip.' `How far back to you think it goes?' `Only one way to find out,' Michelle said. When Michelle gently pulled back my foreskin, it sent a shockwave through my body. It felt so wrong, but I didn't care. She was so careful, almost surgical in pulling it back and revealing my bell-end to the two girls that it sent a shiver down my spine. `It's purple!' `Yeah, rub it like you do my clit, Chloe.' Michelle kept my foreskin pulled back as Chloe gingerly rubbed my cock tip with her finger sending tingles down from my now swelling glans and through my shaft. The pleasurable feelings spread over my body, consuming me in a heated passion. I wanted say something, to scream out in pleasure. She was just going so slowly and delicately that I almost couldn't tolerate the pleasure. It is one thing to get yourself boned up and then have a wank; but this was different. Chloe was not trying to make me cum; she was just exploring my cock for her own benefit, trying to learn everything she could. `Look,' Michelle exclaimed, `its gotten bigger and now I don't have to hold the skin back.' Now that Michelle's hands were no longer occupied keeping my foreskin retracted, she was free to join Chloe in exploring by bell-end. She too traced her finger generally around the swollen edge of my glans. The two sets of fingers roaming and exploring my cock sent me into a frenzy. I hadn't imagined that my cock would ever be the subject of such adoration. `I think it's a lot bigger than 5.5 inches now,' Michelle said. And for the second time that night, I felt a ruler pressed against the side of my cock. `Oh, my god, it is over 7 inches long!' `It looks like it is 7.25 inches.' Now, the girls had either measured incorrectly; or this was the most aroused I had ever been in my life. Either scenario seemed as likely as the other; but I didn't much care. `I think you know what this means,' Michelle said. `What should we use,' Chloe asked. `I don't know,' Michelle replied, `I'm sure we can find something that long; but I don't know what would be that thick.' `I know, I can't believe how much wider it got.' `How about the candle from above the fire?' `It looks pretty close, but still not as thick.' `I know, but I don't know if I can take something as thick as Anton's dick anyway.' `okay.' And again, I found myself sitting on the couch as a girl was fucked by her friend. I could hear Michelle moaning next to me. Chloe continued to thrust the candle in and out of Michelle's tight virginal gash. The thick candle made more noise than any of the other objects the girls had experimented. The sound was a wet squishing noise. Michelle made more pussy juice than she had ever made before in order to ease the insertion of the candle. The wax was wet, soaking really, from all of Michelle's secretions and a pool began to form on the couch fed by the river that dripped down her hairless thigh. Michelle continued to moan, begging for more from Chloe. Wanting Chloe to go faster, and then to slow down. This continued for another 5 or 6 minutes. `Hey, what's the dripping down Anton's prick?' Chloe asked. `Is he peeing?' `No, it's not pee. It looks clear.' `It looks like the same kind of stuff that comes out of us when we masturbate.' `What do you think would happen if we mixed the juices that come out of me with his.' `Well, like a wise woman once said "there is only one way to find out."' `Haha, you use the stuff that's on the candle and rub it into the slit on the tip where it is coming out. If I wipe my hands on my thighs I'll have enough to mix it with the stuff that is running down the shaft.' Before I could even process what was happening, I had two sets of hands on my prick. Chloe was rubbing Michelle's pussy juice onto my bell-end. She even pressed it together to make my meatus open up so she could get some inside my urethra. Then she gently rubbed and squeezed my glans between her thumb and pointer finger. The special attention she was given to my bell-end would have been enough; but at the same time, Michelle had wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft and was moving it up and down, trying to get my pre-cum to mix with her juices. `I'm trying to get it to mix inside that skin flat that was covering the tip,' Michelle said. It felt so good, I preyed they wouldn't stop. With Michelle stroking her small hand up and down my shaft and Chloe squeezing and stimulating my bell-end, it wouldn't take long. I could feel the build-up in my bollocks. My prick was pulsating, getting ready for the largest orgasm of my life; but the girls were so keen to continue their work they didn't notice. They kept going, Michelle stroking up and down my thick shaft whist rubbed my glans. I was in heaven, the pleasurable feelings going in waves all over my body. In a final expression of ecstasy, I had a massive orgasm. I tried not to let the rest of my body move, I tried to remain still; but it was difficult. The pleasure had taken over, it was almost unbearable. Never before had I had such a tremendous release. Everything had culminated in this moment, this climax. I have no idea if my spunk hit them or not. I don't even know how many massive volleys of white hot cum I shot into the air. But after my organism the girls stood up; but not a word was spoken. Finally, my thrashing dick calmed down. The spasms subsided. The girls still didn't make a sound. They just stood there, looking down at my crotch now covered in my spunk. `Is he still asleep?' Michelle asked with terror in her voice. `I think so, his eyes didn't open.' `He must not have felt anything because we mixed the liquids right on his dick and not inside of a girl's vagina. It must just be some kind of chemical relation. I couldn't help thinking that these girls were even thicker than I had thought. `Well, I guess now we know what happens when the juices mix,' Chloe said. `Yeah, that was so cool!' `Well, we should probably go to bed now. If we just leave him here he will wake up in the morning and think he fell asleep during the film.' `Should we clean him up?' Michelle asked. `I think if we up the blanket back over him it will absorb it all. He'll have no idea.' `Brilliant,' Michelle said as she placed the blanket back over my lap. `Goodnight, Anton.' `Sweet dreams,' Chloe said. I was drained. Exhausted from everything that had taken place. I couldn't even be bothered to put my John Thomas back onto my pants. I just fell asleep, right there, sitting in the couch. That night I dreamed about how much pleasure I had just experienced. * * * Besides not being able to look at the candle our lounge in quite the same way, the next few weeks were relatively unremarkable. It would have been funny for an outside observer to have seen my sister and me. She thought that I had no idea that she had examined my prick and then tugged me off, so she was a bit odd around me. You have to remember that up until that night, Michelle had never seen my penis before and now she thought she had this big secret. I thought it was pretty funny. Of course, an outside observer also might have noted my behaviour, which on some level must have been altered after the experience. But slight glances aside, nothing really changed between Michelle and myself; until about 3 week's later. It was another night where my dad would be gone and I was just getting ready for bed. I was wearing my boxers and a singlet again and just lying on my bed reading when I heard my sister say: `Anton, will you come in my room please?' I walked into the room, and there was something strange in the air; it was like the calm before the storm and I found it a bit unsettling. Chloe and Michelle were both standing up and when I walked in Chloe told me to sit in the side of the bed and Michelle turned around and closed the bedroom door. `We want to start by asking you not to freak out, Anton, if you do everything exactly as we ask it will all work out.' `Are you barking,' I asked, `what the hell is going on?' `Why don't you take a look at these,' Chloe said handing me a digital camera. I started to flip through the pictures on the camera and my eyes just about popped out of their sockets. They were all pictures of me, my cock and bollocks hanging out of my boxers. There was dry cum on my shaft and clothes. In some of the pictures my cock was totally flaccid, but in others it was semi-hard. `When did you take these?' I asked. `That's not important,' Chloe said. They must have taken these after I fell asleep that night. Fuck. Fear filled my body. It pressed down on my chest with crushing force. My face went totally white. `Now, if you don't do exactly what we ask you to do tonight, we are going to post all of those pictures on Facebook.' `You can't do that! They'll take them down; you can't put pictures like this on facebook.' `That's true, but how long will it take for them to do it? Think they will do it in 5 minutes, because after we tag you all of your friends will have seen them go up in your feed. 5 minutes it all it would take.' My heart was fluttering and I could feel cold blood course through my veins. It was hard to think. They were right, of course, but what was I going to do. I was totally paralysed. I couldn't let them tag me in these pictures. I would have to leave school. Everyone would make fun of me. It would be a disaster. I didn't have a choice. `What do you want me to do?' `It won't be too bad, you might even like it,' Chloe said, `and at the end of the night we will give you the memory stick from the camera.' `What's to stop me from taking the memory stick right now?' `Don't be daft,' Michelle said, `we have copies, but I give you my word that if you don't make a fuss tonight we will delete them.' `I should say that deleting them will be a bit of a sacrifice for us,' Chloe added, `we have had a great time using them ourselves.' `Well, I guess I don't have much of a choice then, do I?' `Not really, no,' Chloe said. `Please take your clothes off and lie down on the bed please, Anton,' Michelle said. This was, perhaps the single worse experience of my life. I know I didn't have a choice; but I felt nothing but shame and anger as I took off my singlet and let it fall to the floor. I took a deep breath and couldn't even look at the girls when I hooked my fingers around the waistband of my boxers and pulled them to the floor. And there I stood. Naked. Embarrassed. Humiliated. This was the second time the girls had seen my prick, but it was different this time. This time they had the power. This time they were in control. This time, it was horrible. `Good,' Michelle said, `now lie on the bed.' I did as I was told. The last thing I saw was Chloe putting a blindfold over my eyes. Then I felt one of the girls take my left arm whist the other took my right leg. I could tell they were tying me to the bed. When they tied my other arm and leg to the bed I know I wasn't going anywhere. There I was, blindfolded, arms and legs tied to the bed, and completed naked. `Look, he has hair growing down there,' Chloe observed. `Yeah, we couldn't see that on account of his pants before.' `Well, we have a pretty good view now,' Chloe retorted. I knew that no matter what they were planning it was going to be awful. `Here is what we are going to do Anton,' Michelle said, `we both want to know what it is like to have a real penis inside of us. We have been trying to find things that are close, but haven't been able to.' `So, I had the idea of trying the real thing,' Chloe interjected. `Exactly. So, we just want to know what it is like. All you have to do is lay there and be all boned up. That's it. After we have both had a go you can leave and take the memory from the camera with you.' `Just get it over with then,' I said. `Gee, you seem testy,' Chloe said. `Haha, testy is an interesting choice of words,' Michelle said squeezing my bollocks to emphasize the weak pun. Michelle squeezing my bollocks already stated to get me hard, almost in spite of myself. To be honest, I never thought I would ever have sex with a girl; but the idea of doing it really did turn me on. It was sick and wrong; but I still wanted to know how it would feel. Paradoxically, I was about to get my chance and I couldn't help be become aroused. The touching, of course, didn't exactly help matters. `Look, he's starting to get hard already,' Chloe observed. `Well, let's get him all the way there.' One of the girls pulled back my foreskin whist the other dragged the palm of her hand against my bell-end. They were not going as slowly this time. Last week was not about exploration, they had already done that. There was a clearly defined goal today, and getting me hard was a means to an end. It wasn't sensual, but having four hands on my prick got me aroused post haste. One of the girls had cupped my balls in her hand and gave each of them individual attention. Squeezing and rubbing them each in turn. There were two small hands grasping my shaft. Whilst one hand moved up the shaft, the other moved down. The two hands met in the middle of my stiffing shaft. I'd never felt anything like this before. At the same time, there was also a hand rubbing my bell-end. Sometimes it would be just a finger tracing the purple rim. Sometimes the thumb and pointer finger would rub my glans. And sometimes the girl would just slowly drag the palm of her hand across the tip of my prick, sending me into a state of unimaginable ecstasy. I never could have imagined such an intense feeling of pleasure coming from my manhood. With the one hand playing with my balls, another stimulating my glans, and another two stroking my shaft in a manner I thought inconceivable. The pleasure the two girls were giving me was beyond comprehension. `So, who gets to go first?' Michelle asked, after my cock began to pulsate on its own from its heightened state of arousal. `Well, considering he has surprised us with these curly hairs here,' Michelle said as she ran her fingers through my pubes, `I say we each pull one out and whoever gets the longer one gets to go first.' `Oh, that's a grand idea.' I had only first started to grow pubes about a year ago so naturally, I was not very keen about them getting pulled out; but being naked and tried to the bed didn't exactly give me a chance to protest. I knew the only satisfaction I could get would be to not make a face and show pain when they pulled the hairs out. I could feel their nimble fingers sorting through my small patch of pubic hairs. First Michelle chose her hair and gave it a slow pull. It hurt. Chloe pulled it out faster, so it didn't feel as badly; but it was just as humiliating. `Looks like you win, Michelle.' I could feel Michelle's legs straddle me, and lined herself up. `Don't worry, Anton, you won't have to do anything.' Her two hands grasp my throbbing cock and I could feel as my glans gently rubbed against the lips of her slit. Then Michelle took a sharp inhale of air and let herself sink about 3 inches down my shaft. My entire bell-end was consumed inside of her. Her tight muscles constricted around my shaft. She bobbed up and down slightly, getting a feel for my cock inside her tight virginal space. Her juices flowed freely, dripping down the sides of my swollen shaft. Her fluids were warm, like a bath drawn to exactly the right temperature. I could feel as they ran down my shaft and wound around my bollocks before finally pooled on top of the bed, forming a lake in between my legs. My world was still a dark one; there would no light permeating the blindfold. I could only feel and hear. What I felt was a tight, wet, vagina constricting around my cock. What I heard was another quick intake of air and then Michelle slid down the rest of my pole. She took my entire cock upside of her and lat a deep moan escape from her lips. `Oh, yeah, fuck, yeah,' she said. My cock was now completely inside of her. The warmth of her vagina enveloped me as she sat there and slowly rocked back and forth on my tight body. Left, right, she shifted her weight and my cock moved a few millimetres in each directions. Then front to back, my cock going where it was directed- exploring the confined space of Michelle's tight box. I felt Michelle's small, warm hands upon my chest. Then she pushed up, her box rising up my shaft, she hands pressing hard against my teenage chest. Her tight vagina griped my shaft, not wanting to go back up, trying to stay in place; but eventually relenting and travelling up my shaft, almost to the tip. And then slowly she rode the pole of my cock back down landing against my hips. Another deep, almost animalist, moan escaped from deep within her. Then she ascended. Up. Down. Up. Down. She increased the pace; building to a crescendo. She rode me like an animal. Something built for her pleasure. I wasn't a person anymore; just some guy attached to a cock. She kept riding me. Building up the pace. Electric shocks started to take root in my toes. Up. Down. Up. Down. She tight pussy gripping my throbbing shaft as she rode me. Holding me, gripping me. Stroking me like I had never been before. The warmth of her box was intoxicating. It filled me with a pleasure that coursed through my body as if it was carried on a tiny electric current that has assumed control of my nervous system. My muscles began to move and twitch involuntarily. Her pumping continued, uninterrupted, building and increasing. Faster and faster. Up. Down. Up. Down. My bollocks tighten. I told myself I would not make a sound during this whole ordeal; but I couldn't hold it in. I felt a tremendous build up. My orgasm came over me in wave emanating from my groin, bur spreading over the whole of my body. Waves of crashing pleasure from a climax that consumed my very being. `oh, fuck!' I screamed, after the first two volleys coated the inside of Michelle's vagina. The next two left me feeling drained, but fulfilled in a way I had never felt before. `If feels like he exploded inside of me,' Michelle said. `Get off him, and let's look.' `Can you see anything?' Michelle inquired. Chloe must have been looking right inside of Michelle's box. I was still panting too vigorously to really pay attention, and my blindfold was obstructing my view anyway. `It looks like there is some kind of goo inside.' `stick your finger in and see if you can get it out.' `It looks like the same stuff from before: when his juices mixed with yours last time. He must make this stuff when his cock is rubbed.' `Let me lick your finger to see what it tastes like.' `Is it good?' Chloe asked. `I don't know, why don't you lick some out of me. And try it yourself.' Then Chloe must have stuck her tongue inside of Michelle's box to lick out my spunk. I couldn't believe that after that last epic orgasm I was getting hard again. `It's really warm.' `I wonder if it is warm inside of me, or if his stuff is warm.' `Maybe it's both. I think it tastes great.' `I liked the way your tongue felt inside me. Will you do it again?' `Sure, but not now. Not when I get to see what it's like to have a real penis inside of me,' Chloe said. Like Michelle, Chloe wrapped her small hands around my shaft; lining it up for entry. The tip of my prick rubbed against the lips of her pussy. Slowly she descended down my shaft, her muscles fighting against my stiff rod. She was so tight, my dick hardly made any progress into her fanny. Finally, I could feel that my bell-end and maybe one inch of shaft had made it inside. `Oh, fuck, it hurts too much. I don't want anymore of it in me.' `Well, I guess you will just need to work up to having a penis inside of you. We can go back to using the candle,' Michelle said. `But, I wanted him to explode inside of me like he did with you. I can't feel that with a candle!' Chloe said. `I have an idea,' Michelle said, `You just move up and down a little bit on the tip, and I will rub the rest, that way you can feel him explode; but you won't have to take it all in yet.' And so it progressed. Chloe bobbed up and down on my bell-end; her tight box compressing the soft flesh of my glans. All the nerve endings were on fire and her tight virginal hole constricted around my bulging purple head. Michelle's small hands wrapped around my cock at the base and then ascended and descended the shaft sending rippled of pleasure over my body. The ripples seemed to setting around my bollocks, and my sack was contracted tight around them. The two worked independently of each other. Chloe riding just the very tip of my prick with vigour whist Michelle stroked me up and down at her own pace. I started to gush pre-cum and it mixed with Chloe's fluids allowing her to take more and more of my shaft into her box. She managed to get about half of my prick inside her slit; but Michelle kept stroking the exposed portion of my shaft. Up and down up and down, the two girls worked over my manhood, until I could feel it building again. It wasn't as strong; but it was there. I know I would soon be in the full throngs of another orgasm. The feeling built and built around my bollocks as the two girls continued their assault on my stick. Again, I exploded, taking the virginity of a second girl that night. Chloe yelled as she felt my pulsating rod coat the inside of her box in my hot spunk. Chloe pulled herself off of my shaft with a pop. `Wow, she said. That was amazing.' `Better than a candle, isn't it then,' Michelle said. `Okay, get ready for it. I am going to lick the juices off,' Chloe said. `Hold on a second.' `Ready?' `Yes,' Michelle said, `go to it.' Chloe's warm tongue lapped up whatever juices remained on my shaft. Then she took the head inside her mouth and began to swirl my bell-end around. She used her tongue and licked the entire surface of the tip and then, grasping the base of my cock with her hand began to trace the thick blue veins that wound their way up the shaft of my swelling cock. She wasn't plating, just licking all of the surface area with her wet warm tongue. It felt odd, but still sent tingles up and down my spine. `Is that enough?' Chloe asked. `Yeah, that should just about do it,' Michelle said. I could tell the two girls were now standing on either side of me. `Take his blindfold off,' Michelle said. Light finally entered my eyes. I could see the room; but it took a wee while for my eyes to adjust. The girls had put on large shirts to cover their nakedness. Again, I was the only one nude in the room and I was still completely secured to the bed. `Okay, Anton, you did well. And we promised to give you the pictures and delete the copies and we will stand by that,' Michelle said. `But there is one thing we need to discuss,' Chloe said. `Yes,' Michelle said right on cue, `you see, Chloe and I have talked this over several times and came to realise that if you ever told anyone about what we did to you, it would reflect very poorly on us.' `I won't tell anyone,' I said. These were my first words all night. `Even so,' Chloe interjected, `certain assurances need to be made.' `Yes,' Michelle added, `you see, we will give you the photos we showed you; but just now I made a video of Chloe licking your prick. And, we plan on keeping that video as it was not part of the original deal. If you so much as breathe a word of anyone this, I will leave the video out in a place where Dad will find it. I don't think he will be very pleased to see it. Do you?' `No,' I said at her in as defiant a tone as I could manage. `Good, then we have a deal?' `I'd shake on it, but I'm a little tied up right now,' I said. `Oh, quite so,' Michelle said. She then extended her hand, and took a hold of my cock, giving it a firm shake. `That should do it. Chloe, will you shake on it as well?' `Certainly,' Chloe said extending her hand and wrapping her small finger around my cock. She got a strange look on her face, and her hand did not leave my cock. `Is this here,' she said, `called the foreskin?' `Yes,' I said. She moved my foreskin up and over my bell-end a few times before speaking. `Michelle,' she said in a calm tone, `do you have a pair or scissors?' Michelle tuned and retrieved a pair from her pencil case. `It's funny, I never really understood what it meant when, in Genesis, God told Abraham to circumcise himself and everyone in his household. But it meant cutting of this bit of skin here, didn't it.' She took the blade of the scissors and held it against my foreskin, which she now held out and away from my shaft. `It's very interesting, because it means that every time Abraham looked at his cock, he was reminded of his covenant with God. Well, we are making a covenant tonight, aren't we: never to speak of this to anyone. Perhaps you would be severed well if you had a reminder. What do you think Michelle?' `That sounds like a good idea,' Michelle answered. `I think we should cut the hair you have down here. Don't you think that would be a good reminder, Michelle?' `That's a great idea, Chloe, but I think it can be better. Why don't you get started cutting the hairs short whilst I go retrieve Dad's shaving cream and razor? I think it would be an even better reminder if she shaved all the hair off completely.' Michelle turned and raced from the room. Chloe got a mischievous look in her eyes as she advanced towards my newly grown pubic hairs with the scissors. I closed my eyes, but could hear the snips and could feel Chloe's fingers as she held the hair taught so that she could cut it short enough for the razor. Michelle returned and I could feel the cold cream as her fingers rubbed it into my patch of hair. One of the girls held my cock and bollocks whist the other dragged the cold razor across my bush. It didn't take long before I was completely bereft of hair. `Looks good.' Chloe said. `Well, it makes a great covenant.' `Well, it will only work as a good reminder if he is not allowed to grow the hairs back.' `You're right,' Michelle said, `if you don't keep the hairs shaved off, then it will mean you broke the covenant and I will have to leave the video for Dad to find it. Do you understand?' `Yes,' I mumbled. `And that means that Michelle and I will have to be able to check and make sure you haven't cheated, so whenever either of us asks, you have to show us your cock so we know there are no hairs.' `fine, just untie me,' I said. The girls untied the ropes and I slowly walked out of the room. I didn't bother to get my clothes. There was no reason for modesty now: I had nothing left to hide. I could hear the giggles and jubilation of the girls as I left and sat on the edge of my bed. I looked down at my groin and, for the first time in a year, I saw a penis without any pubes. I couldn't believe that this had gotten so out of control; but I knew I had to get even. Somehow, I would get them back.