Peripubertal Female Dysregulation Syndrome (ENF, CMNF, discipline and more)

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I think I need a beta reader!

There's not supposed to be any "I" and yes, it's Roger. I'll edit!

EDIT: That should be fixed now.

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Chapter 10

It turned out to be a surprisingly fun conversation! Roger worried Sid might be reluctant to take part in humiliating Thalia and he asked them if they were okay with escalating things. Sid grinned and explained that Thalia begging not to be tickled when she didn't necessarily have an out was far more uncomfortable for them than Thalia begging to be humiliated just so she could cum. Soon, the little friend group were cooking up a plan, suggesting this and that, bouncing off each other and tweaking the idea until it took its final shape.

They returned to Thalia several minutes later and found her wide-eyed, straining and trying to push into Alex's perfectly patient, teasing fingers, red-faced and panting. There was so much pussy juice all over Alex's hand and down the inner sides of Thalia's thighs it looked almost like someone had just thoroughly sprayed the entire area. She blushed deeper when even that brief glance at her made multiple people chuckle.

As Alex withdrew his hand, Thalia pushed her pussy forward until the ropes creaked from the strain she was putting on them. If there ever was a girl who, without a shadow of a doubt, wanted to cum, it was Thalia!

Her hips bucked, strained, bucked again, like she was trying to have sex with someone invisible. More chuckles followed, even as Roger approached her and leaned in to kiss the side of her neck, making her shiver and moan.

“We have bad news for you. Because you misbehaved... You don't get to cum, at least you won't have it guaranteed. But we are willing to give you a chance. Daniel will tickle you and you can beg each of us to rub you for one minute. However as soon as you ask Daniel to stop, we also stop. and if you don't manage to finish, that's your problem. We will give you more opportunities but there are very specific rules. For the rest of the day, if one of us tells you to hump something, you will have to immediately start humping it for exactly two minutes. If you come, great. But you are not allowed to stop, you have to keep going for exactly two minutes and stop exactly when we tell you two minutes has passed. If you agree to this then everyone of us gets to tell you to hump something before the day is over. So you might even get to cum more than once. But... once you agree to it, there won't be any take-backs, no talkback at all. Wherever we go, whatever we're doing, even with other people around, when someone tells you to hump something, you'll quickly rush up to it and start rubbing your pussy on it to try and get off. That's the deal. Or... Daniel is quite happy to spend the next five minutes tickling you a bit, and teasing your kitty a bit, and leave you like that. So... what do you chose?” Roger grinned.

There was only one sensible option. If Thalia was thinking clearly, she had a simple way out. Five minutes of light tickling by her relatively shy classmate, in short bursts interspersed with having her pussy touched was the easy way out. Thalia already had made promises that were going to make the rest of the day humiliating. She was officially Teddy's cocksucker for the rest of the day, and she had no doubt he was going to make the most of that, and she had an hour-long job to do for Olivia, which was going to be embarrassing as she had to do it naked and in quite a busy spot at that!

But Thalia wasn't thinking rationally. Her pussy throbbed, her body suddenly had a mind of its own. A chance to cum, either on someone's fingers, even at the cost of being tickled, or by humping something was just too tempting to pass up. She guessed that if she refused, Roger and the others were only going to rub the fact that she was horny in, and probably find a way to make it worse. (And she was right, that was one of the things the group had discussed.)

“Yes! Yes, I agree,” she blurted out. “Tickle me and rub me. And I promise I'll hump anything you tell me to hump.”

“For exactly two minutes each time, no less, no more,” added Roger.

“Yes. For two minutes exactly,” she nodded and gulped. Oh god this was going to be the most embarrassing day EVER! But her pussy was on fire with need. Throbbing. Dripping. Being sensible and left as she was simply wasn't an option.

“We will make it very, very embarrassing for you,” warned Roger.

“I know, I know. I agree anyway. Just do it already!” Thalia's voice come out whining, meeping, almost kitten-like.

And so it began.

Daniel found her sides and gave her a light, shimmering tickle. Even a ticklish girl like her might have ordinarily been able to withstand that sensation, at least briefly, but by then, Thalia was so hypersensitive she squealed loudly right away. It took all her will, focused as best as she could, to stop herself from begging Daniel to stop.

Squirming and giggling, she was rewarded as Isla reached between her legs and tentatively teased her pussy. The resulting sensation was maddening and overwhelming; a mix of torment and arousal that Thalia's brain had no blueprint for. It was too much sensations by several orders of magnitude, and yet, it somehow turned out not enough. The tickling her her sides, bits and belly was just too distracting and jarring for her to be able to sink into the sensation provided by Isla's fingers. A minute later, Thalia was only left more horny and frustrated than she already had been. Emily took Isla's place, and even though her technique was different, and provided more direct and intense stimulation, as two of her fingers rubbed up and down Thalia's slick and slippery slit, the issue and therefore the result remained the same. Thalia was far too sensitive and susceptible to tickling. The sexual stimulation worked her up and up, but that final bit of pressure she needed to actually get off kept escaping her as she writhed, giggled and squealed. If she could just hold her breath, even for as little as three seconds or so, she knew she could cum, she was so close, but Daniel's fingers kept teasing and toying with her naked skin, making holding her breath for three seconds about as impossible under the circumstances as free-diving to the bottom of the Mariana Trench would be.

It was the most frustrating experience of her entire young life; thoroughly vexatious! Everyone took turns, even bloody Roger (yes she was quite miffed with him by this point) and she had been on the bring of an orgasm pretty much the whole time, but it *never* happened.

As soon as Roger's fingers retreated and Daniel stopped tickling, she strained against the rope, letting out a frustrated, beastly roar.

“Haaaarrrrghhhh!!!”

She now regretted not telling Daniel to stop as soon as they started. She could have saved herself all this suffering. But she had been close. So close. So stupidly close. Her pussy actually visibly pulsated, and she tried to lean into the sensation, clenching, unclenching. She didn't know what Keegels were but she was basically doing so, naively chasing the residual sensation in the hope that she was still somehow going to tip the balance over the edge.

But it didn't happen.

Slowly, the sense that she was right on the brink began to fade and Thalia was left feeling hollow and so horny it almost made her vision blurry. That need was release was now so all-consuming. It was like an annoying song playing on a short loop inside of Thalia's head. A very loud song, that echoed all the way through her body, and particularly down between her legs. It was unfamiliar beast, this sensation. Often when she became aware of being horny, of her nether areas waking up and calling for her attention, it was quite a subtle sensation. Tingling, slightly electric-like, shimmering. Kind of like butterflies in your stomach, just lower down. This was nothing like it. This was raw an primal. Lava-hot, a sensation of pent-up pressure that could erupt and bring upon apocalyptic destruction. It was wetness and heat and persistent urgency not dissimilar to the gnawing hunger of a body that's been denied food, burnt through too many calories, and then catches a whiff of something rich and delicious that's cooking tantalisingly, cruelly just out of one's reach.

Thalia was so lost in the sensation, in trying to process it and accept it that she only realised she was being untied when Roger already released the leg she was standing on and proceeded to loosen and lower the one that had been left bent and pulled toes-up, sole-forward and exposed to her classmates' merciless tickle-torture earlier.

She suddenly had pins and needles in that foot.

“Ouch.”

“I know. Some of the ropes were just a little too tight. Sorry. I'm working on it.”

Did Roger just apologise to her? Of course, he was only apologising for the state of her foot after she had thrashed helplessly in bondage for … she didn't even know how long, but it sure as hell felt like too long! In reality, the whole ordeal didn't even take half an hour.

Soon, her arms were loose as well and she stood on the fallen leaves and sparse grass on wobbly, unsteady legs, like a newborn baby doe.

“All right,” Roger clapped his hands. “I think Thalia has some path-maintenance to attend to. Let's head.”

“Uhmmm... just one more thing,” Teddy grinned.

“It will only take a couple of minutes,” he blushed. There were chuckles all around and slightly awkward looks. Was he going to ask them to go ahead, or turn away or something? But... not... Teddy found enough courage to pull Thalia down to her knees, stood in front of her and simply lowered the front of his shorts a little, whisking his stiff tween penis out.

“Come on. You're my cocksucker for the rest of the day, did you forget?” she snorted.

Thalia didn't forget. Was it her arousal? Being horny? Was it the knowledge she had far worse humiliation ahead of her before the day was over? She wasn't sure, but somehow a quick blowjob didn't seem like that big of a deal suddenly. Not even with her classmates watching. Not after what she's just been through. They've all masturbated her, teased her, felt her, they saw her writhe in narrowly denied pleasure, buck and strain with her eyes bulging as she was brought and kept on the edge of orgasming. Sucking Teddy off felt almost tame by comparison. Almost being the key word here—it was still degrading to be just told to do something like that and embarrassing to do it with several people watching!

She reached out with a trembling hand to lower the tip of his cock so that she could wrap her lips around it. Her heart raced from humiliation as she gazed up at his smug face. Okay, this was definitely not “tame” after all. This was her classmate, and more of them were watching! At least Roger... she pushed the thought of why sucking Roger off felt very different aside. If she thought about that too much, and the fact that he was allowing this to happen, she might have ended up crying.

The warm summer air caressed her exposed skin. The day was turning out to be a hot one, she could feel it even here, under the shady canopy of the trees. She acutely felt the indignity of her situation—naked, only just untied after being bound and tormented, and now reduced to servicing Teddy in front of their classmates... and Roger.

Still. Maybe it was the arousal, the residual energy of being edged and denied so mercilessly, but Thalia felt more angry and indignant than sad and sorry for herself. And anger, weirdly, didn't seem to dampen her arousal like her panic did earlier, before Sid helped out. She had been glad for that intervention then, but now? It was Sid's doing that steered everything in this deeply frustrating direction. Thalia almost wanted to be angry at them, but her heart just wasn't in it. She knew they had meant well.

Taking a shaky breath, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Teddy's semi-erect cock, trying to ignore the watching eyes of Emily, Isla, Olivia, Roger and Sid. This was far from the private encounter she'd shared with Roger; here, her degradation was on full display. As she began to bob her head, Teddy's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. His shaft throbbed against her tongue, growing harder with each pass. She focused on the musky taste, willing herself not to gag or pull away.

Yeah. Sucking someone you didn't have a secret crush on was a lot less fun. Weirdly matter-of-factly, almost like a chore.
When Thalia actually clocked the thought that had flashed through her mind, she actually coughed and gagged around Teddy's cock. It was purely from the shock of the deep, innermost admission of a fact that she had been in denial about for so long. She tried to calm down and resumed sucking. Talk about absurd.

Dear Diary, today I realised I really do have a crush on Roger, a big crush, even though he's an evil bastard orchestrating my PFDS treatment, which is basically torture, and guessed what? I realised it in the middle of giving head... to ANOTHER boy. W.F.T. … F.M.L.

Her head turned out a completely unsuitable place to try and escape into, so she refocused on the job instead. She looked up, feeling a little smug when she saw Teddy's blissed-out, borderline drooling expression, her tongue sliding forward to caress all the sensitive bits on the underside and then she started to bob her head again. Up and down in a steady rhythm, lips and tongue working in perfect sync that soon had Teddy clenching his fists, curling his toes inside his trainers, huffing and holding his breath. It took a little longer than the two minutes he had anticipated, but not much longer when he suddenly bucked and cried and spurted a thin, watery load into Thalia's mouth. Different from Roger's, but not *that* different. Ugh. She didn't even wait for him to tell him what to do and swallowed, just to get it out of her mouth and away from her tongue quickly and without a fuss.
“Nghhhh.... Oh yeah. Oh... good,” sighed Teddy. He took a small step back, his still-stiff penis slipped out of her mouth with a barely audible little pop, he pulled his shorts back up over it and the deed was done.

A new blush blossomed on her cheeks when she realised everyone, including Roger, had watched the whole act with obvious interest and they clearly noticed that she didn't dare spit it out. Sid's eyes flickered towards Roger. Honestly, that kid had to be a mind-reader of some sort, it was uncanny what they seemed to notice. At least no one else asked Teddy to tell her to suck them off too. Gotta focus on the little things, when the big picture is one big mortifying disaster, eh?

Moments later, they were all crawling out of the secluded hideout and onto the main green. Once on the edge of the park, Roger gave Thalia her shoes and socks back.

“No running!” he said firmly. Thalia resisted the temptation to roll her eyes at him and nodded instead, sighing. She had gotten herself into enough trouble already today. And her ass was still smarting. The fact that the pit of her belly felt like Mt. Etna on the cusp of an overdue eruption served as a good distraction from that, but it didn't make it go away.

While taking the edge of the lingering ache of her punished bottom, Thalia's arousal didn't help when she was snapped back into the reality of being out and about, stark naked in a public place. Even delivering a blowjob with a small audience didn't make her feel as exposed as being near random pedestrians, joggers, and cars passing by again. The streets around the park seemed busy, and completely random people's eyes lingered on her in a way that felt almost physical, like sleazy, sticky-fingered touch. It felt her feeling icky and nervous.

Oh god. A guy nearly tripped over himself as he jogged by because he let his eyes linger on her slit for just a bit too long. Was her arousal really so obvious? Thalia gulped. This was a nightmare! They still had a few blocks to walk, and they weren't headed into the quiet suburbs but towards the busier part of town.

It seemed mad. So many people saw her. So many did a double-take. So many gazes lingered and clung to her in a way that made her spine tingle and sometimes her skin crawl a little. But no one said anything. Maybe it was because they were walking quite briskly, Roger in particular was giving off the vibe of someone on a mission, striding on confidently. It still seemed a little surreal that he was getting away with parading her around like this. At least she felt so much at his mercy now that her mind imagined any potential conflict or trouble happening as Roger's problem again. After all, it was he who was in charge. She had to be here, like this, or else get her butt whooped some more.

The closest they got to having to deal with someone was when a guy walking in the opposite direction on the same sidewalk dropped his paper cup of coffee.

“What's... going on?” he inquired, but he seemed too stunned, the question a hesitant plea for his late-morning reality to make sense again. Roger didn't even dignify it with an answer, and the group marched on.

They finally turned into a slightly quieter street and soon arrived to Olivia's house.

“I'll get you the tools,” Olivia slipped into the back garden and returned with an old pad, leather on one side, thick flannel on the other.

“That's to kneel on,” she explained when Thalia looked confused.

“I want you to do a naked chore for me, I don't want your knees wrecked and bleeding. You're a friend. Well. You used to be, anyway,” pouted Olivia. Roger noticed how Thalia flinched ever so slightly at that. A twinge of guilt, perhaps? It seemed as though Olivia was in the same club as him, one of those friends that Thalia pushed away once she started to hang out with the popular crowd.

She handed her a trowel, a weeder, a short, sharp-edged hoe, a grubber. And a pair of gardening gloves. Then she pulled a hairband off her wrist, stepped up to Thalia and put her hair up in a bun. Thalia suddenly seemed almost teary-eyed. She clearly had not expected kneeling pads, gloves and help with her hair.

“How about some lemonade? Guys, the garage is this way, you can grab folding chairs from there...”

Ten minutes later, Thalia was scraping the cracks, getting all the weeds and tufts of grass out as best as she could. It wasn't such a terrible job. Olivia even fetched her a watering can for the stubborn bits, and an old screw-driver to get into the tighter cracks and scrape the roots out. She even got a her own glass of lemonade. She couldn't quite explain why it bugged her so much. Olivia was letting Thalia make good on her promise, and it was humiliating as hell, to be down on her knees, constantly flashing her friends her butthole and pussy as she leaned over and scraped and dug, but while they just sat there in their comfy chairs, drinking lemonade and watching her... no one was being mean. In fact, between fetching her the tools, getting her a drink, and even bringing in the wheelbarrow, they had been helpful. That made it much harder to be outright angry at them and resentful about the whole situation.

More and more, as she scraped and blushed, blushed and scrape, unable to hide her nudity from her friends and from the semi-frequent passer-bys, Thalia felt like this was a fair penance. Nothing really to do with the tickling session. She was here, at Olivia's, for the first time in a year, having spent that year avoiding, ghosting, and on a few occasion, quite meanly rejecting her once-close friend. The sweat. The heat. The fact that this was hard, unpleasant work and she was at it alone while the others drank their lemonade and chatted off and on felt weirdly like she had deserved this, and was being justly punished.

Thalia initially tried to resist that feeling and suppress it, but as time went on and she got more into the swing of it, she decided to embrace the whole experience instead, sweat, shame and all. She had been mean to Olivia. If doing this somehow demonstrated that she was sorry, that she never quite intended to be as mean as she was at times, it was worth it, and it was right. She had been a bitch. She deserved this. She deserved this. She deserved this. It almost brought tears to her eyes, how true that mantra felt, and once it started going through her mind on a loop, she couldn't quite stop it.

I deserve this. I deserve this. Okay, enough! I admitted it already. I deserve this.

Much like when they walked her from the park, most people passing by mostly just stared, but left it at that, with a few notable exceptions.
The very first guy who passed by, a curly-haired, sporty man in red and white striped jogging outfit that looked a bit 90s, who was clearly heading for the high-street with shops and fast food places just behind the corner didn't even notice Thalia, or at the very least didn't notice that something was amiss, even though he clearly saw her. His eyes just slipped over her without even the smallest bit of interest.

It made the gang on the lawn chairs laugh so loudly he did actually do a double take, but only to give the sitting youngsters a look. He shrugged it off and carried on, none the wiser that he had just obliviously missed out the view of a stark-naked tween painstakingly removing weeds from cracks in the drive.

The first person who actually noticed Thalia was Mr. Henderson, whom most people around here called Good Old Gerald, or sometimes, behind his back when they were being mean, Nosy Gerald. He was a retired postal worker and he had lived in the same small bungalow on O'hara street for over thirty years. He was walking his dog, a beautiful golden retriever, who nearly pulled him over as he took a sharp left turn into the drive. Biscuit did not miss Thalia and her unusual predicament and he seemed determined to get a closer whiff, sticking his cold black nose right against the bits that dogs normally don't get to sniff on people, certainly not quite as directly as that!

Thalia squealed as the wet cold nose made contact with her wet warm pussy, the sensation making her jump.

Mr. Henderson laughed.

“Well I'll be! What have we got here! Oh, hullo, Olivia. Thought that was you for a moment there but seems like you've found someone else to do your chores for you. And in the buff, too. What's going on?” the man sounded chipper and was clearly asking out of curiosity, not malice.
“That's my friend Thalia. She's just... making good on an IOU,” smiled Olivia.

“And she's naked because it's a part of her treatment,” Roger chipped in, and gave Mr. Henderson the elevator pitch of the PFDS and its treatment regimen.

Mr. Henderson laughed so hard he almost let go of Biscuit's leash.

“Oh for sure, young man. Most definitely. Back in the day, in Chicago, long before your time, I had a friend by the name Tyrone. He knew all about this... PFDS, as you put it, only he used to call it “bitches be crazy”, it rolled off the tongue somewhat better. Apologies, young ladies,” the old man grinned towards Olivia, Isla and Emily, not looking all that apologetic at all, and took one last glance at Thalia's butt with all her bits showing before giving Biscuit's leash a firm tug and heading off cackling.

“I'm not sure that man understood how serious PFDS is,” snorted Sid.

“I think he was just being misogynistic!” pouted Emily.

“Miso what? Isn't that an Asian thing?” Isla sounded confused, making everyone else laugh out loud.

“It means a woman-hater,” explained Emily.

“He didn't seem hateful to me,” teased Roger.

Emily gave him a look and for a moment it looked as though she was going to say something, but then the moment passed and they all laughed it off.
A few cars passed, one actually honking at Thalia, a faint cat-call just barely audible from the young man behind the steering wheel of his Honda Civic.

Thalia was just focusing on the far end of the drive—it was as close as she could get to avoiding constantly giving everyone close-up flashes of her butthole and pussy—when Olivia collected the empty glasses.

“I'll go help wash up,” Emily jumped up. “I need the bathroom,” Isla added.

“Let's make sure Thalia isn't slacking off, eh?” Teddy, Alex and Daniel walked over to “supervise” Thalia. Was it a coincidence? Did Roger miss something? He suddenly found himself alone with Sid, who grinned at him.

“So... how long have you known?”

Roger blinked.

“Known?”

“Oh, come on. You're not that dumb, are you?”

Roger made a sour face.

“I'm not dumb,” he pouted defensively. “But what specifically do you mean?”

“Thalia... is taking this pretty extreme treatment … surprisingly well, don't you think? You don't think that has something to do with her feelings for you?”

Roger was glad he was no longer drinking lemonade by that point because he would have spurted it all over himself.

“Feelings for me? She spent a year avoiding me like the plague, barely sparing me a even a smidgeon of attention pretty much until I got her bare butt over my lap and spanked it.”

Sid grinned.

“Well, maybe spanking on the bare was just what she needed. Or maybe she just needed for you to come to her, come for her, and not take a no for an answer, just like you did.”

“That's not quite how... I mean, there's the diagnosis...”

Sid rolled their eyes.

“Oh come on. You don't think I actually believe that's a real thing, do you?”

Roger tensed.

“Well. Ugh...”

“We're all going along with it because it's fun. It sounds like Thalia's mum believes it, or at least believes it enough to go along with it. Clearly you can't argue with the results... It's not like girls who need a firm hand are a new thing under the sun. Some bitches really be crazy man, like that old geezer put it, and they need a short leash. Don't worry, I won't ruin it for you. It's all quite clever, really. I'm surprised Thalia bought it, though.”
“Thalia... her mum didn't really give her much of a choice. Well. My cousin helped a lot. He's an actual doctor. Well, not the medical sort, more like a fancy university kind, but I don't think Mrs Crowford gets the difference.”

Sid shrugged.

“You still didn't answer my question.”

“Oh... I... do you think she really has feelings for me?”

“Man, you gotta make up your mind. Either you're smart or dumb. You can't be this much of both.”

Roger chuckled.

“I guess... I kinda suspect. It's one of those situations where she seems to hate me so much ...”

Sid nodded.

“Exactly.”

“I just... I don't even know how I'm feeling about her anymore.”

“That would be the thing to figure out, then...” Sid smiled wryly.

And Roger hated to admit it, but Sid were right. He was just about ready to admit to himself that he wasn't just mad at Thalia because she dumped him as a friend, but because deep down, he had wanted them to be … more than just friends for a while and those feelings, albeit buried deep, were still there. Seeing Thalia naked... touching her... spending lots of time with her was waking all those feelings up, too. This was about more than just revenge.

Roger was in denial about it until the moment he saw Thalia sucking Teddy off earlier, and noticing anger bubbling up through him for no reason. He was jealous. Unexpectedly, acutely, unpleasantly jealous. The simple act of letting Teddy humiliate and use Thalia had forced Roger to admit to himself that he didn't want to be in charge of Thalia just to punish her. Even the excuse of turning her into a “better girl” didn't quite hold up. He wanted all those things because he wanted Thalia in the first place. He wanted to be *with* Thalia in the first place.

And, thanks to PFDS, he got what he wished for, They were spending almost every waking minute together, which was great. Admittedly, being in charge and feeling powerful, in control, and benefiting form their secret deal only made it even sweeter... There was only one problem. His feelings for Thalia were real. He could hope that hers, since they seemed so obvious to Sid, were too. But PFDS... wasn't. Everything they had was based on a web of lies. A bubble that could … pop. Roger sighed. He was going to have to talk to Thalia … and soon.

Probably not today, though, he thought. They already had a lot on!

Roger felt tempted to ask for advice of some sort, as he suddenly felt a bit lost with it all, but before he could say another word, the girls all spilled out of the house, chattering and giggling.

“Thalia, this way!” Olivia opened a side door and led Thalia into the garage. It took Roger only a moment to realise what it was all about, as he noticed Olivia carrying a big plushy toy, some kind of sea-creature by the looks of it. He followed everyone in.

“Right Thalia, meet Mr. Norlus the Walrus. Mr. Norlus, this is Thalia...” Olivia grinned as she dropped the toy (on the big side of a plushy, about two foot from it's moustached face with soft plush tusks to its tail) on the floor and then tried to snap her fingers, failing to make much of a sound.
“Right, Thalia, hump! Two minutes starting... go on... now!”

Red-faced and frustrated, already suspecting that two minutes of humping a soft, fluffy walrus on the garage floor wasn't going to be enough, Thalia mounted the toy, pinned it down, and started to move her hips to and fro.

“Harder. Come on!” Olivia snorted. It took a bit of figuring out and adjusting to avoid scraping her knees, but Thalia eventually figured out a pretty good way to ride the toy. She was just getting into it, feeling arousal, noticing she was leaving wetness all over Mr. Norlus' back, when Olivia called time.

Thalia huffed in frustration. But at least she had not edged herself this time. Her orgasm felt safely far apart, the re-stirring of her need just a background nuisance that felt like it was going to fade away easily.

Except that Isla stepped forward, grinning, wearing a pair of large, clearly adult rubber boots that she found in the corner of the garage.
“And now... hump my foot. Well. My boot,” she grinned.

Thalia groaned. This was going to be even more humiliating. At least when she was humping the plushy she didn't have to look at people, facing mostly just down. There was no other way, really, to hump a boot that someone was wearing other than to squat down, hug their legs... and hump. Thalia's face burned a new shade of red, and it only got worse when Isla tugged on her hair.

“Look at me. Time starting … now,” she grinned, setting the timer.

This time.... it was worse. Or better, depending on one's perspective. Thalia was wet, the rubber smooth but offering a good resistance. And she had figured out the rough nature of the motion before, so this time she could really go for it. She was soon going so fast that Isla giggled as it shook and rattled her. Thalia gazed up at Isla, red-faced, huffing, but despite the insanity and shame of it, she was actually get close this time... when Isla suddenly said...

“Time's up.”

Without even realising she was doing it, Thalia's head quickly turned, eyes hunting, hoping that someone else was going to make her carry on. She was sure she could cum in the next two minutes, given half a chance! Instead of someone stepping in quickly, the silence stretched, Thalia's eyes flicking from one friend to another, pleading silently...

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Right on!

It's actually this very story that brought me to this site. I originally made some personal changes to the characters to make it work better for me, but I gotta admit that once Roger and Thalia ventured outside and more characters got added, that alternate setup kind of fell apart, so now I'm enjoying the story as it is.

Love the inclusion of Mr. Henderson. Every story needs a Mr. Henderson.

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What an absolutely outstanding chapter. Phenomenal. I really enjoyed that. Can't wait for more!