Sandy Jo

It was another tortuous game of Twister.  After her “red foot right” my red face was right in Sandy’s perky boobs today, and I was sure I was going to get spanked for my involuntary reaction as soon as she noticed it.  Usually on games days only one or two of us got it, and it was just my bad luck to be in for it this time. 

But today we had a plan.  We’d talked about it over and over, everyone swearing they’d do their part.  As she shifted, gasped, and began to smile, I gathered my courage.  I grunted as she grabbed hold of me, painfully hard.  I tried to yell “Code Alpha!” from lungs with no air.

Naturally nothing happened.  Sandy frowned as I remembered how to breathe, then yelled it again, more urgently.  But  no one was following the plan, the little cowards.  They were supposed to be grabbing her legs and arms.  I decided I’d have to do the honors myself and threw myself on top of her nubile body.  She squawked and fell back, surprised, as I wrapped my arms around her, one hand finding convenient purchase on her shapely teen butt.

Brave Toby ran in and grabbed an ankle.  She held him off easily though, pushing him back with one hand and not letting him wrap the twine.  The rest of us froze, unable to act.

“Don’t you little shits DARE!”  She divined our intentions instantly and became a hissing wildcat.  Everyone fell back before her punches and long nails.

Desperately I reached under her shirt and grabbed a perfect tit, giving it a hard squeeze.  Wow it felt good! Her mouth was an outraged O and her eyes threw lightning.  But to slap my hand away she had to stop pushing Toby, who promptly grabbed her ankle again.  And everyone was jealous of my grip on her sweet boob, enough so that a couple others joined me, keeping her busy slapping.  Someone’s bold hand reached inside her panties and she shrieked in outrage, vowing vengeance. 

But we all laughed as a finger came back wet.  Her face went scarlet as it was held up for all to see, and her hands both flew between her tightly clenched thighs to prevent any further such investigations.  We tweaked her nipples through her thin t-shirt and she moaned, waving one of her hands ineffectually as she grimaced.   I grabbed her delicious breast under the shirt again, still holding her ass with the other, and then suddenly everyone was helping.

It was perfect.  When she tried to stop us from tying her ankles, we grabbed her tits or pussy.  When she tried to protect her tits or pussy, we got control of her ankles again.  She wasn’t even trying to protect her ass, which was being groped and slapped continuously now.  She was getting really upset, near tears, telling us to stop.  We couldn’t believe how amazing her forbidden body felt in our fingers. 

I unsnapped her pants and yelped as her hand stung mine.  She gave me a vengeful look, but someone grabbed her belt and waistband and pulled.   When we got her pants partway down, she became desperate.  Swearing and striking out at us, she dealt us some vicious blows, and almost got away several times as we explored, before we realized we could do whatever we wanted once she was secured. 

A few minutes of focused effort, a few more bruises on us, and she was ours, forearms bound together behind her back, cursing and writhing as we took turns slapping her ass through her lovely red panties while the others held her down on the carpet or groped her tits.  Sandy Jo was not a happy camper at this point, but the balls of twine around her arms and legs left her few options. 

She could still yell, though.  “YOU LITTLE SHITS LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!  STOP! NO DON’T TAKE THOSE OFF!”

Enjoying our sweet revenge, we pulled her t-shirt up, awed by her bouncing tits… and then took her panties down,  marveling at her shaved pussy lips, daring each other to touch the purple and pink folds.  Most of us had never seen a girl’s bare pussy before, or a decent pair of breasts.  We all squeezed and fondled those amazing tits, then we spread her lips and one of the older boys slipped the tip of his finger inside her.

“STOP THAT!” squawked our babysitter in despair, clenching her thighs together.

Then we passed her from lap to lap, laughing at her struggles, grasping at her wonderful tits and burying our fingers to the hilt in her exposed pussy, despite her clamped thighs.  We sniffed our fingers, wondering at her feminine scent. The spanks rained down continuously from all angles.  Sandy Jo’s furious protests became interspersed with grunts and squeals.

Once everyone had had a turn spanking and fingering her, we wrestled her into the studio and over the chair. Unable to remove her clothes entirely due to the twine, we settled for pulling her panties around her ankles and rolling her shirt up to her armpits for maximum access.   We also lifted up one arm of the chair entirely out of the socket so we could spread her thighs around the leg bars.  Alarmed, she tried to squeeze her thighs together against the spreading force of our arms, but soon her knees were locked apart at shoulder height, leaving her crotch totally accessible.  We stared and stared at the first spread pussy lips most of us had ever seen.  We couldn’t believe how purple and pink and soft it was.  Then we moved her hands in front, untying and retying each arm as Sandy yelled herself hoarse at us.

“YOU LITTLE PERVS! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

Finally she was ready.  Sandy Jo’s naked red ass sticking up waiting for serious punishment was the greatest sight I’d ever witnessed.  She glared but also looked really scared. The bitch was really going to get it now!  We looked at each other in wonder.  But not for long.

Now that she was firmly pinned under the chair arms, we located her hairbrush and took turns getting even for all the times she’d done the same.  She yelped and shrieked as we debated what to do after her brush spankings, our pants all uncomfortably tented.  The large pillow beneath her not only presented her cute butt but also exposed her round tits, which we continued to squeeze as she was punished.  Sandy tossed her hair with each blow, and tears flew as SMACK! after SMACK! resounded in the small room.  She was no longer promising vengeance, just looking miserable and scared as one boy after another settled the score.  

Each of gave her naked ass a few good shots, then passed the brush and enjoyed her tits.  It only took a couple circuits before she was crying.  Snot dribbled from her nose and her makeup ran but somehow it just made her even sexier, raw suffering feeding our desire.  We didn’t let up.

For 20 minutes or so the SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! of Sandy Jo getting hers rang out in the studio.  It only took a few before Miss Sandy was begging and promising to be good.  We looked at each and smirked.  The babysitter was being put in her place!

SMACK! As the brush fell Tom knelt before her and kissed her right on the lips! SMACK! Sandy was reluctant to reciprocate, trying to turn her head away in disgust.  SMACK!  “You’d better kiss him back you little bitch!” we told her.  SMACK! “MmmmmmMMMmmMM!” she replied, and to his delight she began to move her lips against his.  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She moved them more vigorously.

SMACK! We made her call us “sir” and we each knelt and took a turn making out with her, tongue and all.  SMACK! Naturally her tits were fair game as well.  SMACK!  Her lips writhed against ours and her tears dripped onto our cheeks.  SMACK!  The brush ensured she remained enthusiastic.  SMACK! Her tits felt so good.  We gave her longer and longer series of smacks, making her howl and beg between kisses. SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Someone slid her leather belt from where her shorts were tangled around her ankles, and Sandy winced as it swished through the air just above her quivering buttocks.  We decided we’d each get 20 minutes to deal with her in private... and after each scorching belt spanking, her entire naked body would then be fair game for each of us to explore, to make up for how she’d treated us.  Sandy Jo’s tearful eyes got wide as we leered in her face and rubbed our aching cocks through our pants, loudly and crudely boasting (as only teenage male virgins can) how we could enjoy her, though really we had little idea what we were doing. 

Our parents were not due back for a few hours so some of us could even have seconds, we teased her.  She said nothing, just shook her head in negation, but was met each time with her own brush on a burning cheek. SMACK!

Now that we’d all had our fill of tanning her red buttocks with the hated plastic hairbrush, we rolled dice to pick the order for our private sessions with the naked, crying beauty bound over the stuffed chair in front us.  We all rolled as she got her sobs under control, each of us cheering or booing as our rolls came up high or low.  I got a 5 and tied for top score with Darren, but he said he was nervous and would let me go first.  Everyone punched me on the shoulder enviously.

I was nervous too but one of the older guys smiled and said they’d warm her up for me first.  He began manipulating her nipples and the little bud between the tops of her thighs, just visible above the pillow.  Her gasps and moans were even more outraged than before, but she wasn’t crying anymore.

“Come on guys, we’re going to force her to come!”  We all gathered around her.  Sandy Jo just rolled her eyes and grimaced.

“Wow, can you do that to girls?” The younger kids were skeptical, as was Sandy herself.

“Sure, you just touch them here and here and here…”  Sandy was suddenly less skeptical, and began demanding he stop in a breathless shadow of her former commanding, babysitter-in-charge tones.

“no more… oh! oh! stop that! …oooh!”

We all pitched in, and even the younger boys began to help, curious fingers excited to elicit moaning responses.

“no… no… oh… you little bastards… no… oh… ohhhhhh!”  She gritted her teeth, determined to avoid the ultimate humiliation.

“Lookie what I found!”

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!  The loud vibration of the Hitachi wand startled me.  I had thought it was for muscle soreness but apparently it had other uses for girls.  One of the older boys who had spoken smirked and pressed it between her pinned thighs.

“No! No! OHHHH!”

When it touched her, Sandra Jo jerked like she’d been struck by lightning and moaned in shock.  Emboldened, he pushed it against her pubic mound, again, harder this time.  Her moans rose an octave, building to an incredible pitch.  He began to work the large vibrating rubber head across her slit and she shrieked even louder than when she’d been taking her hairbrush on a sore red ass.  

We looked at each other, amazed, as her shrieks came ever faster and more urgent.  Her pussy was also getting wetter and wetter, the swollen purple lips covered in her cream.  Her nipples were like hard pebbles beneath our youthful fingers, as the relentless, buzzing machine began to rip an orgasm from her unwilling teenage body.  Her face was a picture as the inexorable, unwelcome feelings built.

Excitedly we all grabbed the wand together, eager to see the little bitch make it, the white rubber blur at the end now slick with her juices.  The smell of her pussy was like fire in our veins.  Her face was drawn in need and we oohed and aahed as her slender hips bucked.  She grimaced and groaned, beyond words, unable to prevent her very public climax.  We pushed the wand hard into her clit again.

Suddenly her face went slack and her whole body tensed, neck in as much of an arc as she could manage in the restraining arms of the easy chair.  We exchanged knowing glances as we could see her give in to the inevitable.  Sandy Jo suddenly screamed in despair. “YES! DON’T STOP! OH YES!” and ground herself against the wand as we chuckled, squeezing her tits and feeling her spasming pussy from the inside with our questing fingers as wave after wave of pulsating pleasure exploded through her taut body.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shook from head to toe, sweat dripping off her.  It seemed to go on forever, though it was probably only a few minutes.  Totally lost in the moment, her greedy hips sought the wand and our fingers, shamelessly trying to wring every last ounce of pleasure from us.  I started to wonder what her pussy would feel like gripping my hard penis. 

Finally she collapsed and we turned off the wand.  We all high-fived and called our scarlet-faced victim “our home coming-queen” as she lay there sweating and catching her breath, absorbing what had just happened.  She had actually come in front of us!  As we kept reminding her gleefully.  We could hardly believe it.  She didn’t say anything but just looked like she wished she could vanish into a hole.  Hot tears of pure shame ran down her cheeks, even as her thighs still gave an occasional lustful twitch.  We’d witnessed her most intimate moment, seen her at her most vulnerable, forced her to exhibit her most secret pleasures for our entertainment.

She lay with half-lidded eyes as we debated making her come again, but ultimately decided to save that for later, if there was time.  If anything our cocks were even harder now, and I was glad I was first to enjoy a private audience with her naked, vulnerable body.  Everyone smirked and winked as they left us, closing the door behind them.  Click!

And then we were alone, just me and a sniffling Sandy Jo, buck naked and wet, panting and humiliated from her involuntary orgasm, red ass thrust upwards invitingly.

I unsnapped my pants and she blanched, making a face.

Swish! Swish! Her belt flew through the air.

THWACK!  She howled and struggled. THWACK!  She went nowhere. THWACK! She begged and promised.  THWACK!  I laughed and gave her more.  THWACK!

It went on for some time.  I enjoyed seeing the line the belt raised on her swollen ass, and her response.  I wanted to whip her sweet slender thighs, but in her shorts I was afraid the parents would see.

Finally I felt her the quality of her sobbing was sufficiently uncontrolled.  I wanted to be sure she was still crying when I took her.  I wasn’t sure why, but it seemed important. 

I removed my pants and underpants.  She started, then stared in horror as I strutted around behind her.

The bars were just wide enough I could get my legs between where hers were trapped outside. I adjusted the arm on my side, raising it slightly to allow me under.  This allowed her hips to move up and down, and she began to buck wildly, screaming to please just let her go, then got very still and quiet as I slid into position on top of her.  I could still feel her breath hitching beneath me where I lay on her back.

My twitching cock was inches away, moments from penetrating Sandy Jo’s pussy.  I could hardly believe this was happening.  Her perfect body lay there, thighs trembling, waiting for what she knew was coming.

Still racked with sobs, Sandy Jo didn’t say a word, just shook her head and made an awful face as it went into her.  I had never imagined anything could feel so good.  There was no resistance as she was still well-lubed from her orgasm.  I leaned into her to get a little deeper and she moaned defeatedly.  Amazing! Another delicious push and I was in all the way.  I was inside Sandy Jo, Miss Sandy, our beautiful bitch babysitter. The thought made me throb, and I shuddered as she groaned in response. I just lay there, filling her, feeling the walls of her pussy.

I pulled out, and pushed back in.  This time her moan was short and sharp.  Again, and again… I was already close to coming, I realized.  Too close.  There was still ten minutes left.  So I just stood there, Sandy Jo sobbing and impaled before me, and soaked in the glorious moment.  I leaned forward to squeeze her tits, trying not to move my hips.  Gradually pulling out I could see her vaginal secretions shining on my flesh.  Again I could hardly believe this was real.  Sandy Jo’s pussy juices were on my cock!  It was so exciting.

Slowly I began working in her again.  Pumping harder and deeper, I pulled her head back so I could look into her humiliated eyes.  It was glorious.  I went faster and faster, the feelings were incredible.  There was still five minutes left but I couldn’t hold back any longer.  She gasped as she felt me spray inside her.

I felt a little sorry for her then, so I cleaned her face and just made her kiss me on the lips the last few minutes as I played with her tits.  Her lips moved obediently against mine and I started to get hard again, thinking about what I’d do with her on my next turn.   I thought of all the spankings she had given me, and all her comments.  I wondered what else I could do that would be even more humiliating.

The timer dinged and I staggered out of the door to cheers and backslaps, Darren jumping up and heading to the open door.  Darren had a huge smile as he closed the door behind him.  Sandy Jo was not smiling.

Over the next couple hours, several other boys took turns as we laughed and joked in the other room about what we’d done with her, listening to the faints moans and cries from inside the studio.

Finally my turned rolled around again.  To my surprise, after an hour or two being our toy Sandy looked completely different.  Her hair was a tangled mess, her butt purple, and her traumatized face was covered with what I thought at first was lotion.  I’d never seen come on a girl’s face and it looked incredibly humiliating. 

Sandy Jo hadn’t even looked up when I came in.  She began to cry bitter tears as I whisked the belt around, promising to do whatever I wanted, begging me not to spank her anymore.  But I planned to whip this beaten beauty into a frenzy of crying, so that the awful thing I did after wouldn’t seem so bad.

THWACK!  She howled in misery, voice hoarse. THWACK! I laid into her good, enjoying how her sexy body responded.  THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Finally I felt her distress was sufficient, and I took up position again on top of her.  But this time, my target was the dot hidden between her cheeks.  Hidden, that is, until I took hold of her swollen red cheeks and spread them wide.

She divined my intentions immediately and her eyes went wide.  “This will be our little secret, Sandy,” I told her quietly.  Anal sex, even with a girl, was considered almost like being gay.  I wouldn’t be able to brag to the others about this conquest, but I wanted to truly humiliate her and I could see from her come-streaked face this particular violation would mash all her shame buttons.  I lubed up in her come-soaked pussy, then began to press against her most secret entrance.

Sandy Jo shook her head limply in horrified negation, then gasped as the head popped past her clenched sphincter.  Revenge was so sweet!

“Doesn’t feel so small anymore, does it?” We both gasped as I penetrated another few inches into her throbbing bottom. Her whole face was twisted up, and got more so every time I moved further.  I grunted, nearly at the halfway mark now. 

The going was getting tough so I scooped some more fluids from her pussy. Soon I'd achieved a punishing rhythm that had Sandy Jo gasping and begging me to slow down. But time was getting short so instead I dug in harder and faster. Her wails of despair seemed to go right to my cock. We were both relieved when I finally exploded, pumping every drop I could into this beautiful bitch, as she strained to take it.

*******

Before we untied her, we made her promise she’d keep her humiliating night a secret.  We were pretty sure Sandy Jo wouldn’t want to tell anyone anyway.  She already had a bit of a reputation around town, and people knowing several boys under her care had sampled her charms wouldn’t improve it.

Bill had the idea to take some pictures as insurance.  From her reactions and pleading, we quickly realized she wouldn’t want anyone seeing her naked, spanked, and with our cocks in her mouth and pussy, so we posed her in the most compromising positions we could think of.  FLASH!  We thought maybe we could even get her to do more stuff next time.  FLASH!

But Sandy was careful about scheduling our babysitting only in places where we were in public.  Although, once, in the local caves, four of us managed to get her alone and she had to kneel and suck us off one by one as we felt her tits, while the other three stood watch.  We pulled up her shirt and made her look us in the eye.  We could see she was so mad, but she had no choice.  It was really exciting and we all came in just a minute or two.  Naturally she had to swallow the evidence.  We thought about making her come but decided it would attract too much attention, so we settled for violating her with our fingers and making her lick them clean after, just to show her we could.

After a month or so, we finally had her scheduled at our house again.  When she got there, eyeing us warily, we showed her the pictures.  She started crying and saying she would do whatever we wanted as long as we only spanked her by hand, and not with the brush or the belt.  Elated, we accepted the deal immediately.

First, we made her play Twister with us buck naked.  She whined and moaned about taking her clothes off till we changed her attitude with a long group hand spanking that turned her pale butt beet red.  Then for the next hour, we all got a faceful of her bare ass, tits, and pussy… and if anyone got hard, Sandy Jo had to take them in back and suck them off.  Naturally she spent much of the game in the back.  We all spanked her bare ass together for a few minutes each time before sending her off, to keep her efforts in back properly motivated.

Next was Seven Minutes In Heaven in the linen closet.  We let her put on panties and then we each took a turn to grope Sandy’s sweet body in the dark, pulling her full lips against ours… or pushing her head between our legs, or even pulling the panties off again to invade her sweet sex.  She refused nothing, knowing it would just mean we’d use the brush and belt.  Most of us finished in her, but some of us got pulled out of the closet mid-thrust, our pals laughing at us as we desperately zipped up, Sandy pulling her panties up and pretending the boy hadn’t just been inside her a second ago.  But it was fine since we knew we had another shot at her later.  Naturally each of us rated her after each session, and then the group spanked her accordingly before her next turn.

Next was Fucking Practice, which we had just invented.  We took all her clothes except socks and shoes (we thought it would be funny to leave them on), and gave her some long ladies’ gloves.  Sandy lay back in our parents bed and we each mounted her missionary style.  The goal was fuck Sandy Jo as long and hard as possible.   She was required to rate each performance for hardness and perseverance.  The winner, of course, would get to fuck her again, just before she left.

Sandy did not enjoy Fucking Practice, which soon became a hallowed institution.  Near the beginning it wasn’t too bad, she’d even come a time or three.  But as soon as one awful boy finished mauling her, another mounted her and began pounding anew, over and over.  It usually wasn’t even an hour before she began pleading, saying she was too sore to continue and holding her thighs closed until we waved the brush in her face.  After that even the most tender and careful movements hurt her, so we tried to take it easy on her.  Tears spilled with each thrust and she thanked us pathetically in a choked voice for being gentle, wincing at each twitch of our hips.  Of course as we got close we weren’t gentle at all anymore and then she cried really hard and begged us to stop.  It was glorious and we stared deep into her weeping, pleading blue eyes as we emptied ourselves into the bitch again and again.

If there was time after everyone was done practicing on Sandy Jo, there’d be Maintaining Discipline, which meant lecturing whilst spanking her ass and thighs in various positions around the house.  This gave us a chance to remind the crying girl how she should behave and to obey us.  We had all sorts of reminders and rules to drill her with.

Then with half an hour to go, the lucky winner of Fucking Practice would take his appointed position.  This was probably Sandy Jo’s least favorite part of our schedule, but if she showed any reluctance whatsoever we gave her a good long taste of the belt to get her in the proper frame of mind. Her lips would frown in misery but her hips would go on pleasing us.

We did get her to go “camping” again a time or two, Sandy Jo probably figuring it wouldn’t be as bad as being stuck in a house with us.  To her dismay we gathered willow vines with much greater enthusiasm than before, teasing her by bringing them back for her “approval.”  While we searched she’d slowly set up the tent, tits bouncing out of the crop-top we made her wear as she gradually hammered in the stakes, trying to delay the inevitable. Then we’d all grin as she reluctantly stepped through the flap, and we’d all join her inside and tell her to strip.   After she’d slowly revealed everything (and we’d groped her a bit and made her French kiss us) we’d tie her naked body over the bedroll by the wrists and ankles, just like she’d done to us.

Then we’d take hold of her nipples and play with her pussy and clit until she orgasmed for us.  Sandy Jo really did not want to orgasm in front of us again and would fight every inch, plus we didn’t have the vibrator, so sometimes it took quite a while to coax her into a shuddering climax, feeling her clench over our fingers and thrust her clit against us with abandon, eyes rolled back in her head with shame and pleasure, her pussy-cream dripping onto the bedroll.  We’d grin and high-five as she spasmed and writhed, and then collapsed.  She would start crying as she realized what had happened and how she had humped our fingers.  We just laughed and asked her if it felt good and she had to admit that it did. Then we’d tell she was a dirty girl who needed to be punished, and spank her with our hands for a while.  Then finally it was time for the willow vines.

At this point we’d leave her inside the tent alone, all of us boys arguing over who was first as we ducked out.   One by one, we’d re-enter the formerly terrifying green tent to take turns warming her up, zipping the front closed for privacy, then making her “thank us properly,” which the bedroll left her mouth at the perfect height for doing.  Sandy Jo didn’t like it, but the THWICK! of the willow vines always had her begging for our cocks in her mouth within the first couple minutes.  Naturally she got a few more minutes of “girl scout training” across her throbbing cheeks from each of us before we obliged her, but once she was crying we’d use our hands if she was being good.  Then we’d take down our pants and she’d look us in the eyes and suck for all she was worth as we squeezed her round tits and groaned, both knowing the vines would be back to sting her red ass if she didn’t please us.  Some of us would pull out as we got close, spraying it across her tear-stained face, so that at the end of the day when we untied her she’d have to run to the woods and wipe herself clean with leaves before anyone could see the contents of our balls dripping off her cheeks.

Since we went to school together, it was also more than occasionally possible to catch her alone in a hallway or seldom-used alcove.  “Oh Sandy Jo…” we’d lilt.  You could point to a shadowy corner and grin, and she’d pout and make a face, but then get on her knees and just try to get you off as quickly as possible.  It didn’t take long, especially once she got her tits out.  Sometimes two or three of us could get off in one break between periods.  We’d smugly zip up as she’d quickly swallow the evidence, wiping her chin and looking ashamed.  We rarely had much left in our balls when Sandy Jo was around! Fortunately no one caught us, though some senior girls would grumble that Sandy’s breath always smelled like come. 

Even better was if you caught her near one of the small, private unisex bathooms, because then you could strip her naked and spank her... and then enjoy her fully.  No one was likely to hear as long as you kept a hand over her mouth as she bent over the sink, which had a large mirror above reflecting your own falling pants.  Naturally Sandy Jo was reluctant to indulge us further, even after a hand spanking, but a couple minutes of brush time and you could take her any way you wanted.   She’d have to stand over the sink so her red hair fell behind her, up on her toes and holding her knees as you taught her a firm lesson in pain and humility, and she’d quietly promise to do whatever we wanted.  The hairclip circling her forehead ensured you’d get to see every tear as it dripped into the sink below.  Any earlier reticence would quickly be replaced by a desperate eagerness to please.

And then she’d make good on her vows, working her lips and her lips, accepting every humiliation and thanking you, even if you took her somewhere she really didn’t want.  Anal sex was still technically forbidden, but a couple of us were curious and we liked how much it humiliated Sandy Jo, having our stiff members painfully wedged up her butt while she worked her hips trying to get us off so she could return to class.  Fortunately for her we were young and we weren’t trying to set any endurance records.  A few dozen thrusts and we’d be panting and groaning our last as we filled our chosen holes.