By the Pool

[Datom]

By the Pool


“Can you come over to our swim party Friday, Matt?”

Raymie was looking at me imploringly, rubbing her finger up and down my arm. She’d never done that before.

“You can bring your girlfriend—what’s her name—Annie?” Raymie continued. “Randy and Jenny are gonna be here too. It’ll be so much fun!’ She smiled at me. “I always wanted to meet your girlfriend.”

She probably didn’t remember that she’d already met Annie. Last spring, when Raymie first joined our eighth-grade class—her folks had just moved to Maplewood—Annie and I had introduced ourselves and welcomed her to our school.

I nodded. “Sure,” I said, “I’ll ask her if she can come.” The truth was, I’d never been to Raymie’s house before, and I’d heard that her folks had a big elaborate pool in the backyard. Raymie’s folks were loaded. Their whole house was said to be like a mansion, and the backyard was supposed to be like a botanical garden—walkways through flower beds, sculptures, gates, and, of course, that big opulent pool. I was curious, and it would be a fun thing to do with Annie.

“Cool!” Raymie grinned. “Come on over at one Friday afternoon. We’ll all be here.”
. . . . . . . .
It was later that same day. I was at Annie’s house, and I was going to ask her about the pool party. But she had news of her own.

“Hey, Matt,” she looked at me excitedly, “Amber just told me she’s going to the concert at Metro Arena this Friday! And she says her boyfriend can’t make it, and she has an extra ticket, and she asked me to go with her!” She clapped her hands, a huge grin on her face.

“Yeah?” I looked at her. “Who’s the band?”

“Tubular Strawberry!” She did a little jump of excitement. Then she looked at me, a little sad. “I’m sorry, Matt,” she feigned a disappointed look. “Amber just has one extra ticket.”

Annie knew that I wasn’t that big a fan of Tubular Strawberry—it wasn’t my favorite band. I know she thought they were God’s gift to music. I was glad she had a chance to go hear them live. It would be the experience of a lifetime for her. I was also glad that I didn’t have to go—I wasn’t a big fan of live concerts and pushy crowds. Of course, it did mean that she wasn’t available to go with me to Raymie’s pool party.

I looked at Annie with my best “understanding” look. “It’s okay,” I smiled, “I’m glad you have a chance to go hear them. You’ll have to tell me all about it afterward.” I figured, that with her plans for Friday all set, there was no need for me to even mention the invitation to Raymie’s pool party.

. . . . . . . . .

“You mean you can’t come? Aw, Matt! We were hoping you could come!” Even over the phone, I could tell by Raymie’s voice that she was disappointed.

“I know,” I sighed. “I really wanted to come. I want to see your place. I hear it’s really something.” I paused. “But Annie is going to a concert Friday, and she can’t make it.”

“Oh,” Raymie said. “I didn’t know you guys were going to a concert.”

“Well, I’m not,” I explained. “Annie is going with one of her friends.”

Raymie’s voice brightened. “Then you can still come to my pool party!”

“Well, I guess so . . .” The thought of going by myself hadn’t even occurred to me. And it would be fun to see the place. And I wouldn’t be the only guy—Randy would be there with Jenny. Maybe this would be okay.

Good!” Raymie seemed to take that as a final decision. “Remember, when you come, come to the front gate and push the little button on the box on the gatepost.”
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Friday turned out to be a cool sunny day—the temperatures were in the upper sixties, and there was just a slight breeze in the air. That pool water is gonna be cold, I thought. But then I remembered that someone like Raymie’s folks would have the pool heated.

I was walking down the street toward Raymie’s house by myself, in a tee shirt, and swimming trunks and sandals. I was thinking, I wish I’d had a chance to tell Annie what I’d be doing today. Oh, well—I could tell her afterward. She’d want to hear all about the pool and the gardens and the house.

I reached the front of the house, and saw the button on the little box, on one side of the iron gate. I shrugged and pushed the button. Raymie’s voice came out of the box.

“Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Matt,” I said.

“Oh, good! When you hear the buzzer, just push the gate and it’ll open. I’ll be right down.”

I heard a metallic-sounding buzz, and a click from the lock on the gate. I pushed the gate, and it swung open for me. I walked in and started up the walkway, between several massive shrubs.

Raymie came around a corner. “Matt! I’m so glad you came!” She took me by the arm. She was wearing a red swimsuit top, the bra part, and a pair of medium-length shorts, and flip-flops that made a “flop” noise on the pavement when she walked. “Come on! Let’s go over to the pool!”

She led me along the path. It wound around between shrubs and flower beds. At one point there was a three-foot tall statue of some Greek lady with nothing but a cloth skirt thing around her waist. Raymie saw me glance at it.

“You like our statue?” she giggled. “Mom calls that one ‘Topless Tizzie.’ She was mad at Dad when he bought it.” She chuckled. “We have some better ones on the other side of the house. You’ll see them when I give you the tour.”

Suddenly we rounded a bend, and went through another gateway. This one had no door on it, and was only a couple feet wide. We went through it and were in the pool area.

Sitting by the pool, in lounge chairs, were three girls, who looked similar—long blonde hair, done up in ponytails, oversized white tee shirts, and long shapely bare legs. Each tee shirt had a big letter on the front—one had a J, one a K, and one an L. They all smiled at me when I walked in.

Raymie gestured at me, “This is Matt Simons. Maybe you know him from school. He’s Annie Sommer’s boyfriend.” They all grinned when she said that.

Then Raymie turned to me. “Matt, I bet you already know the Fielding sisters. This is Jenny, Kailee, and Lindsay.” As she said each name, the corresponding Fielding sister waved and chirped “Hi, Matt!”

I actually was pretty sure I recognized them. I knew that Lindsay, the youngest, was eleven, and was taking dance lessons. She’d done a dance number at one of the school’s music concerts. And Jenny, the oldest, was thirteen. She and Kailee, the middle sister, were both on the school track team. Still, it was hard to keep them straight. I was glad their tee shirts had letters on them, so I could tell which was which.

Jenny came over to me, and put her hand on my forearm. “Where’s Annie? I was hoping we could meet your girlfriend!” Her disappointment sounded just a little bit feigned.

“She and a friend of hers went to a concert.”

“Oh!” Jenny grinned. “The Tubular Strawberry concert down at Metro Arena!”

Kailee and Lindsay had come up and were standing next to Jenny, in front of me. Kailee spoke.

“I heard you couldn’t get tickets anymore for that concert.”

“Yeah, well,” I shrugged, “I guess she had a friend who had one spare ticket. So they’re down at the arena.”

Lindsay smiled at me, “Well, I’m glad you’re here with us!” She put her hand on my other arm.

“Yeah,” Jenny shrugged. “I know how that goes.” She winced. “My boyfriend—you know Randy, don’t you, Matt?—he had ‘something else’ to do this morning.” She giggled suddenly. “So I guess you’re stuck with just us girls.” Kailee and Lindsay grinned at me.

For just a split second I realized that it did make me just a bit uncomfortable, but then I thought, hey! I may as well just enjoy this. If it got too crazy I could always just leave.

Raymie came up to us. she was holding her cell phone up. “Hey! I want to get a couple pictures of everyone!”

Jenny grinned. “Where do you want us?”

“Right in front of the gate.” She gestured toward the narrow gateway that she and I had come through.

The three sisters lined up in front of the gateway, with Lindsay in the middle. Jenny and Kailee put arms around Kailee’s waist, and they all grinned. Raymie took a couple pictures. Then she turned to me.

“Matt, I want you in some of these, too.”

I headed over and started to look for a place in the formation. Raymie stopped me.

“Ah, Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind taking your shirt off for these? You’ll look better.”

I shrugged. I’d be taking my tee-shirt off anyway to go into the pool. So I reached down and pulled it up over my head, and tossed it onto one of the chairs.

“Okay,” I asked, “Where do you want me?”

Raymie came over. “There are a couple of big square rocks,” she pointed,” right at the base of the doorway—one on each side. Can you stand up on them?’ Right behind the three girls?”

I looked behind the three sisters, and looked at the gateway. Sure enough, a couple of big stone blocks, each about a foot and a half high, were sitting at the bottom of the sides of the door. I slipped behind the girls and stood one foot on each stone block.

Now I was up about a foot and a half over everyone else, straddling the doorway. The girls were right in front of me—Lindsay’s hair was tickling my bellybutton—and Raymie had her camera up.

“Smile for the camera!” she announced.

We smiled and she snapped a couple pictures. You could hear her camera make a soft “beep” every time she took a picture.

“Okay,” she announced. “Now one of just Matt.”

The three sisters stepped back, and I started to get down off the stone blocks.

“No, Matt,” Raymie called to me. “Stay up there on those rocks!”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, you do!” Ramie grinned. “This is gonna be so cute!”

I stayed up on the rocks. Without the row of girls in front of me I felt a little unsteady. So I grabbed the iron posts on the sides of the gateway with my hands.

Jenny called to me, “Matt! Are you okay? Don’t fall!”

Kailee said, “I think we’d better make sure he doesn’t fall.” She and Jenny came up to me, and each of them gripped one of my ankles with both hands. Then I saw Lindsay holding what looked like a couple of small dog collars. She strapped one around each of my lower legs, just below my knees. Then she attached a small chain to each collar, and wrapped each chain around the post. Now I couldn’t move my legs—they were attached to the posts, and spread apart.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I cried.

Jenny giggled. “We’re making sure you don’t fall down.”

Meanwhile, I was hanging onto the posts with my hands. I didn’t even see Lindsay, with another pair of those infernal small-dog collars. She climbed up the side of the gate and was strapping one of the collars around my wrist, tightly. I tried to pull, but now Jenny was holding my arm in place with both hands.

“You can’t fight us, Matt,” she grinned. “Kailee and I are both athletes. So we’re pretty strong.”

Lindsay giggled, as she finished strapping my right wrist to the gatepost. Meanwhile, Kailee had climbed up the other side and was strapping my left wrist up. Then they climbed down, and stepped back. Jenny grinned, then stepped up and yanked off my sandals.

“Let me down from here!” I protested.

“Pretty soon,” Raymie grinned. She held up her camera and took a couple pictures of me in captivity.

A minute later, I realized that Lindsay had climbed up the side of the gateway again.

“Unfasten me!” I snarled. “Right now!”

Lindsay put her hand on me and rubbed my chest. “You gotta say ‘Please’” she cooed.

“Just do it!” I snapped.

“Now, now,” Lindsay chided. Her finger tickled my nipple. “Not ‘til you say ‘Please’”

“Fine!” I fumed. “Pl—.”

Before I could get the word out, Lindsay had pushed her other hand over my mouth, and had fastened my mouth shut with a piece of transparent packing tape.

“Mmmmmph! Grmmmmmph!” I protested, through my taped-together mouth.

Lindsay climbed back down, to where the other girls were standing, laughing. “Now we have him where we want him!” Kailee gloated.

Raymie looked at the view of me on her phone. “Perfect!” she grinned. “I can see his mouth, but I can’t see the tape.”

“Yeah, now we don’t have to listen to him,” Kailee giggled.

The four girls crowded around me. Their faces were about at the level of my chest, except for Raymie, who was a little shorter. Jenny, who was on the far left, put her hand on the outside of my leg, and started stroking my leg, up and down.

“You’re ALL OURS,” she intoned, leering at me, a hungry grin on our face.

“We get to KEEP YOU TIED UP, for as LONG as we WANT,” Kailee drawled. She had her finger on my stomach, and her fingertip was tracing around the edge of my bellybutton. It tickled, and I squirmed.

“Do you LIKE when we TOUCH your BODY?” Jenny slid her hand up the outside of my leg, into my shorts. I could feel her fingers pushing up, searching for my butt cheek.

Jenny was now sliding her hand up my other leg. “We LIKE your BODY,” she grinned moronically at me. “We think you’re CUTE.”

Raymie had stepped back, and was taking another picture of me being pawed by the girls. “I wonder what his girlfriend would think if she could see him right now?”

Oh, shoot! Yeah, I thought. I’m glad Annie can’t see this!

The three sisters giggled. Kailee slid her fingertip up my chest, and her fingertip touched my bare nipple. “Hey, MATT?” she fluttered her eyes at me, “Is ANNIE a NICE GIRLFRIEND?”

I nodded.

“Do you LOVE her?”

I hesitated, then kind of nodded.

“Do you think Annie is CUTE?”

I nodded again.

Kailee’s finger continued to touch me. “I don’t think ANNIE would MIND if I just TOUCHED your little NIPPLE,” she drawled. “Do YOU?” Her finger started tracing little circles around my bare nipple.

I nodded vigorously.

“REALLY?” Her voice feigned incredulity. “Oh, MATT. You don’t think ANNIE would MIND, me just PLAYING with your NIPPLE?” She withdrew her finger, licked it copiously with her tongue, and started rubbing her saliva on my nipple with her moist fingertip.

The other girls giggled.

“I KNOW you LIKE it,” Kailee said. “I can SEE that your little NIPPLE is getting all NICE and PERKY.”

She was right. I could feel my nipple getting hard.

“I LIKE TOUCHING BOYS’ NIPPLES,” she continued, “and seeing how PERKY I can make them for me.” She flicked my nipple with her fingernail. It stung, just slightly.

“I don’t think ANNIE would MIND at all, do you?” Jenny asked, looking at Lindsay.

Lindsay grinned. “ANNIE wouldn’t mind MATT getting TOUCHED and TICKLED by ANOTHER GIRL,” her eyes were big as she grinned mockingly at me.

Kailee’s finger slowly slid down my chest, down past my bellybutton. She grinned at me. “Do you think ANNIE would mind if I just PEEK inside your SWIM TRUNKS?” She blinked her eyes innocently.

I nodded violently.

“She WOULD? Do you really THINK SO?” Kailee was grinning moronically now. “I just want to LOOK at your PENIS, Matt. Just once, real quick.” She hooked her fingertip on the top of my shorts. “Do you REALLY think that ANNIE WOULD MIND if I just LOOKED AT YOUR PENIS?”

She slid her finger inside my shorts, and pulled the waistband out away from me, and down. She peered inside. “Oooooh!” she squealed. “Come and LOOK at this! It’s so CUTE!”

Lindsay and Jenny crowded in and peered inside my trunks. Kailee stuck her finger farther in and touched the tip of my penis with her fingertip. She tickled it.

This was the first time a girl had ever touched my penis, and it made me shiver. As my body shook, the girls laughed.

“I think he LIKES it when you TOUCH his PENIS,” Jenny observed.

“Do you LIKE THAT?” Kailee cooed at me tauntingly. “Do you LIKE when I TICKLE YOUR PENIS?”

I shook my head violently. “Nnnnnnph! Nnnnnph!”

Kailee turned to the other two. “He likes it,” she nodded, grinning. She turned back to me. “Do you think that ANNIE would MIND that I’M TICKLING YOUR PENIS?”

Again I nodded my head vigorously. “Nnnnnnph! Nnnnnph!”

“See?” Kailee chortled. “He thinks his girlfriend LIKES when we TICKLE his PENIS.”

They all laughed.

Kailee squeezed my penis between her fingers, then let go. I pulled uselessly at the chains that were binding me to the gate frame.

“OOOOH!” Lindsay cooed. “Look at him WIGGLE!” They all laughed at me.

Raymie whispered something to Jenny. Jenny smiled an evil grin, and looked at me.

“Hey, GIRLS,” she drawled, “Maybe we should have TAKEN OFF his SHORTS.”

“YEAH!” Lindsay and Kailee and Raymie responded almost together.

“We can still get them off,” Lindsay said thoughtfully. “You guys hold one of his legs still and unbuckle it.”

Raymie and Jenny grabbed my left ankle, and Jenny unhooked my left shin from the strap. Lindsay slid her fingers inside the elastic of my swim trunks, and pushed down slowly. As my penis came into full view, she giggled.

“Ta-da!” Raymie fanfared. Jenny and Raymie held my left leg near my right one, and Lindsay pushed my trunks down my legs down, down to where my right shin was still bound to the gate. Then they pulled my left leg out of my trunks, and pulled it back over to the left side of the gate, and bound left leg back to the gate.

“Almost done,” Jenny announced.

They unhooked my right leg and held it, while they slipped my trunks off my right ankle. Then they refastened me to the right side of the gate frame.

Then they stepped back to admire their handiwork.

“Aww! Isn’t he CUTE?” cooed Lindsay.

“He looks ADORABLE! On DISPLAY, all NAKED for us!” Jenny grinned.

Kailee smirked. “If only his GIRLFRIEND could SEE HIM NOW!”

I squirmed and struggled helplessly. The girls all laughed.

Raymie picked up her cellphone and aimed it at me.

“Smile for the camera, Matt!” she gloated. Then I heard a soft “beep,” and knew I’d just been photographed in the nude.

Lindsay came back up to me. She slipped her fingers under my penis, and under my testicles. She wiggled her fingers. She smirked. “How do you LIKE having RAYMIE taking NUDE PICTURES of you?” Kailee and Jenny chuckled.

“Mmmmmph! Hmmmmmph!” I struggled. The girls just laughed at my struggling body.

“He’s so CUTE when he WIGGLES!” Raymie grinned.

“If only his GIRLFRIEND could SEE HIM NOW!” Much laughter.

Kailee stepped up to me. She touched her fingertip to my chest, then gently ran it down my belly to my penis.

“Hey MATT!” she leered at me. “Do you think your GIRLFRIEND would mind that we’re showing you naked?

“Do you think she’d MIND you SHOWING US YOUR PENIS?” Jenny grinned.

I nodded vigorously.

“You DO?” Lindsay drawled.

“Do you think Annie would be MAD that we’re PUTTING your PENIS ON DISPLAY?”

I nodded again.

“You think so?” I nodded violently.

“Well,” Kailee rubbed the skin right above my penis, “then we’d BETTER NOT TELL HER!”

“Right!” “Sure.” Of course.” The other girls all nodded, grinning.

“After all,” Jenny’s hand landed on my butt cheek, and she started petting me there, “we don’t want ANNIE to get MAD at you!”

“After all,” Kailee nodded, knowingly, “if Annie found out that you’re SHOWING US your PENIS, she might get PRETTY MAD!”

“She might not even want to BE your GIRLFRIEND anymore!” Jenny nodded.

“Yeah,” Lindsay chimed in, “She might DUMP YOU.” All four girls laughed at me.

Lindsay moved forward. She put her fingertip on my abdomen right above my penis. “Look at all these LITTLE HAIRS!” she cooed, stroking her finger through my pubic hair.

“Nice BUSH!” Jenny nodded, coming forward.

Kailee came forward, frowning critically. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much HAIR on a BOY this young.”

“Do you like it?”

“No. Actually, I think it’s kinda gross.”


“I guess so.”

“Me too,” Lindsay nodded.

“Well, then,” Kailee grinned, “I guess we better SHAVE IT OFF.”

Raymie reached into a little tote bag that was lying on a table. She pulled out a pink disposable razor. She handed it to Kailee.

“I need some water,” Kailee said.

Lindsay picked up a plastic cup that had had some kind of iced drink in it. She went over to the pool, and dipped it into the water. She came back, with water and a couple pieces of ice in the cup.

Kailee took the cup from her. She dipped her finger in it. “Perfect,” she nodded, grinning. Then she put her fingers in the cup and got her fingertips wet, then rubbed her moist fingertips on my hairs. That water was cold! I could tell I was getting prepped for shaving.

“Hold his legs,” she instructed. “I don’t want to cut him.”

Lindsay wrapped her hand around the back of my left thigh, awhile Jenny grabbed my right thigh. Raymie put her hand firmly on my belly, and I could feel her other hand on my back.

I watched in horror as Kailee touched the blade the razor to one side of my pubic hairs. She looked up at me and smirked mockingly at me. Then she looked back down, and slowly drew the razor across. I could feel the pull, as the blade tugged my hairs off my skin.

When the razor had made its humiliating trip across my abdomen, Kailee held it up for all the girls to see. “Ta-daaah!” she cheered, holding the razor up, with my hairs clinging to it, like a trophy for everyone to see.

All the girls laughed.

“Wow!” Jenny looked at my hairs wide-eyed. “That’s a lot of hair!”

“That’s even more hair than we shaved off of Albert!” Lindsay giggled. (See "Torturing Albert" viewtopic.php?p=28918#p28918 )

Kailee looked at me and sneered. “Hey, MATT!” she gloated. “Do you think your GIRLFRIEND is gonna LIKE you with your LITTLE BUSH SHAVED OFF?” Much laughter.

“Did your GIRLFRIEND LIKE your little BUSH?” Laughter.

“When your GIRLFRIEND ANNIE finds out that you let us SHAVE OFF your LITTLE HAIRS, is she gonna be MAD?”

“Is she gonna DUMP YOU?”

Roars of laughter. Bad enough to be tied up here naked on display for these girls, but their constantly reminding me of Annie was making me feel really scared. I mean, what if Annie actually did find out about all this?

Then Raymie unsnapped her shorts and slid them down off her legs. She was wearing a red mid-rise bikini bottom. She came up to me and put her hand on my chest.

“Are we MAKING YOU NERVOUS, Matt?” she cooed. “All this TALKING ABOUT your GIRLFRIEND ANNIE while you’re NAKED here in front of us?


I nodded.

Jenny came up. “Are you EMBARRASSED about SHOWING US your BODY?”

Raymie touched my nipple, and tickled it. “Are you ASHAMED of being NAKED for us, Matt?”

Lindsay joined them. “Are you EMBARRASSED of your PENIS, Matt?’

Kylie chimed in, “I think he’s ASHAMED of his PENIS.” They all giggled.

Then Kailee reached down and took her oversized tee shirt and pulled it up over her head. She tossed it on a lounge chair.

Kailee was wearing a light green bikini. The top was a short camisole that came down to, I guess, the bottom of her breasts. One pair of the spaghetti straps wend back behind her neck, the other tied in the middle of her bare back. The bottoms were tiny—another string that went just below the hips, and tied at the sides; on it was about four or five square inches of material that just barely covered Kailee’s girl-parts. It was so narrow that the sides of Kailee’s pubic mound were peeking out just slightly.

Kailee saw me studying her attire. She grinned.

“Do you LIKE our LITTLE BIKINIS, Matt?” She sort of stretched out the word: “b’keee-neees.”

Meanwhile Lindsay was taking off her tee shirt, revealing herself in an identical bikini, except that hers was pink.

“WE WORE our little BIKINIS just for YOU, Matt,” said Jenny, taking off her tee shirt. Her bikini was the same, except light blue.

Lindsay turned around slowly. Her bikini bottoms were cheeky; from behind, her little bottom was completely bare.

Lindsay finished her twirl and came up to me. She touched her finger to my belly and grinned at me. “Do you think we LOOK CUTE in our LITTLE BIKINIS?”

The three girls looked almost identical. Of course, Jenny was the most developed, with nicely rounded breasts under her top, whereas Lindsay looked like she had just the beginnings of little breast buds. Lindsay’s bellybutton was obviously an outie, whereas Jenny’s was beginning to develop some depth.

Kailee saw me studying the girls’ bodies. She grinned maliciously at me.

“Do you LIKE our BODIES, Matt?” she leered.

“He’s checking you out,” Raymie chuckled.

“He’s LOOKING at our BELLY BUTTONS,” Lindsay said.

“Do you like our BELLY BUTTONS?” Kailee grinned.

“Do think we have CUTE LITTLE BELLY BUTTONS?” Jenny chimed in.

“Hey, Matt?” Kailee came up to me and put her finger on my stomach, right above my penis, “Which GIRL has the CUTEST BELLY BUTTON—ME, or LINDSAY or JENNY?” She tickled the top of my penis.

“Mmmmmmph!” I grunted. “Mmmmmmph!” Kailee’s finger tickled, and it made me squirm.

“I think he likes ME the BEST,” Lindsay grinned impishly.

“MATT?” Kailee cooed at me, “Do you think Lindsay has the CUTEST BODY?”

“Isn’t that NICE?” Jenny joined in. Our little LINDSAY is GROWING UP.”

“Lindsay is even getting BOOBIES! See?” And without warning, Kailee reached over and pulled up Lindsay’s top.

Lindsay, being the youngest, was not fully shaped by any means. Yet I could see her breast buds starting to develop. Her little nipples were just little pink rosebuds in the middle of her breast mounds.

“Hey!” Lindsay protested. Then she grinned. “I think he likes ME the BEST! LOOK!” And Lindsay pointed to my penis, which had become uncomfortably stiff.

“I like these LEGS,” Jenny cooed. She put her hand on the inside of my thigh, and stroked my thigh, up and down.

Her hand slid up the inside of my thigh, all the way up. Her finger touched the bottom of my testicles. I flinched. “Oopsies!” Jenny giggled.

“Hey! Look at his PENIS!”

“It’s gotten BIGGER!”

It had. I guess the sight of the girls in their bikinis, plus all the stroking and touching, had stimulated me. The sight of Lindsay’s breasts had aroused me even more. Now I realized that I was developing an impressive erection.

“WOW! It’s gotten BIG!”

“It’s almost as BIG as NICK’S PENIS!” The three of them giggled. (See "Nick Babysits" https://www.girlspns.com/viewtopic.php ... 2#p28792 )

Then I realized that Raymie wasn’t there. I wondered where she’d gone, and what kind of trouble she was arranging for me.

Now Jenny was fondling my testicles in her fingers. “Look at these NICE BIG BALLS!”

“I like those BALLS!” Lindsay grinned. “They’re nice and BUMPY.” She laughed.

Jenny hand leaned right next to me, and I could feel the warmth of her bare body on the side of my leg, as she rubbed my testicles. “Hey, MATT?” she grinned up at me. “Does your GIRLFRIEND ever do this to your balls?”

“Does ANNIE ever do this to you?” cooed Kailee. I felt her hand petting my bare butt cheek.

Lindsay reached in and squeezed my penis at the base. “Does your GIRLFRIEND like to PLAY with your PENIS?” She squeezed my penis playfully a couple times.

I really wished that they’d shut up about Annie. The last thing I wanted right now was to be reminded of her. I didn’t want to visualize Annie looking at me all chained up naked, humiliated by these girls.

“I bet you LOVE your GIRLFRIEND, don’t you, Matt?” Kailee chuckled.

“I remember Annie,” Lindsay chimed in. “She’s CUTE!”

“Do you think Annie is CUTE, Matt?” Kailee reached and touched my nipple. and started tickling it.

“Mmmmmmph!” I responded helplessly.

“I bet you like FUCKING ANNIE, don’t you, Matt?” Jenny grinned.

“Does ANNIE let you FUCK her?” Kailee was drawing her fingertip down my chest. “Does she let you STICK your little PENIS inside her?”

“Grmmmmmph!” I responded, somewhat angrily. The fact was, my relationship with Annie was not the kind that the girls were talking about. Annie and I had held hands a lot, and kissed. But actual sex was not on the immediate agenda for us, and I think both of us were good with that. So all this talk of sex with Annie was wildly embarrassing, as well as being off the mark.

“Hey, Matt?” Kailee was running her finger down my belly. It stopped just above the base of my penis. “NEXT TIME you FUCK ANNIE, how are you going to EXPLAIN that your LITTLE HAIRS got SHAVED off?” Her fingertip ran back and forth across the skin above my penis, where my hairs had been.

“YEAH, MATT!” Lindsay chuckled. “How are you gonna TELL ANNIE what happened to you BUSH?”

“You’ll have to tell her that you SHAVED it off YOURSELF!” Much laughter from the girls.

Just then Raymie came back from the house. She walked around the pool and came up to the gate where I was chained up. “Guess what, Matt?” she chirped. “I called some of my friends.to come over to look at you. We’re gonna show you to my friends.” She grinned an evil grin at me. “Won’t that be FUN!”

Yeah, I thought—Lots of fun for you. Nothing but more humiliation for me.

“Did you get Becky to come?” Jenny asked.

“Yeah. Her and Melissa. They’ll be here in a minute. Carrie will be here pretty soon—she had some stuff to do at home.”

“I wonder if Becky is going to bring her camera.”

“Oh, she never goes anywhere without it.”

Just then, Raymie’s phone started playing some insipid little tune. She picked it up. “Hey, Melissa! We’re back out by the pool. Come on around. (pause) Sure, when you hear the buzzer, just push on the gate and come in. Just follow the walkway straight to the pool. (pause) You did? (pause) No, that’s okay.”

She pushed her phone and ended the call. "They're here," she announced.

[NudeBaG]

What are the ages of the characters?

[Vader]

Ging to be a long embarrassing day for Matt.

[Jeepman89]

This getting so good.

[Datom]

What are the ages of the characters?

Matt is about 13, as is Raymie. Jenny is 12, Kailee is 11, and Lindsay is 10.

Becky and Melissa, who will appear in the next section, are 13. Melissa's brother Melvin will be about 16.

Hope that helps.

[NudeBaG]

What are the ages of the characters?

Matt is about 13, as is Raymie. Jenny is 12, Kailee is 11, and Lindsay is 10.

Becky and Melissa, who will appear in the next section, are 13. Melissa's brother Melvin will be about 16.

Hope that helps.

Awesome!
Thanks

[TeenFan]

Happy to see some girl skin teaser action. Hopefully some more bikini mishaps happen to keep the bound up boy aroused with the BIG one
on display.

Very intrigued by the future appearance of 15 year old Melvin. Will he join in the teasing...or become a victim? Can't wait.

[Jeepman89]

I hope Melvin is the victim being older.

[Lola]

I hope Melvin will be a victim. I would love to see how they will trick him to tie and strip him

[Datom]

I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint some people with how Melvin plays into this. Sorry if I do.