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Chapter 1
I hate football. It’s one of the main reasons I tossed my useless husband out years ago. Now, since my daughter, Anna, is a high school cheerleader, I feel I must go to every game. At least I can ignore the football and focus on the cheering. It’s the only way I know how the home team is doing, anyway.
Anna was so excited to be selected to the cheerleading team as a freshman. She didn’t expect to be picked, but she worked hard and made sure that she licked the butts of the senior cheerleaders and the coach. Well, not literally licked their butts. A thought like that would never cross the innocent mind of my little girl.
I guess her looks helped. Her petite but athletic body stood 5 feet tall and her almost non-existent breasts weren’t big enough to bounce around and get in her way when she cheered. She inherited her Dad’s wavy blonde hair. I bleach mine.
For the first couple of games, I focused almost all my attention on Anna. She really is a good cheerleader, and being the smallest on the team, she’s always the one getting tossed up in the air. I hold my breath every time, but so far so good. They haven’t dropped her yet. It was surprising to me how outgoing she could be while cheering. She’s normally very quiet and reserved.
After a few games, I started watching the other girls. They’re all so sexy in their little outfits and pom poms. The school colors are red and white, so they wear bright white cheerleader panties under their short red skirts. Most are a little taller and bigger than Anna, but not by much. It’s the head cheerleader, Debbie, that really stands out.
Debbie is a senior. She must be about 5 feet 8 inches tall and very athletic. Her long straight black hair is always tied off in a ponytail that reaches almost to her waist. The thing that really stands out is her chest. The word gigantic is the first thing that comes to mind. I can only imagine what her bra size must be.
I asked Anna how Debbie manages to cheer being so top heavy. After some serious giggling and blushing she told me that Debbie wears some kind of undergarment that keeps things tight to her chest. It must be some serious foundation wear, since her boobs don’t bounce around nearly as much as it seems they should with all that jumping up and down.
Last week after a Friday night game, the cheerleader coach sat next to me on the bench as the girls were packing up their pom poms and water bottles and such.
“Aren’t you Anna’s Mom?” she asked. “I’m Ms. Connor, Anna’s coach. You can call me Linda. She’s really doing great, don’t you think?”
I knew who she was. Anna had pointed her out and you can’t miss such a beautiful redhead. Her perfect athletic figure was quite evident in her tight yoga pants and cropped tank top. She must have some big powerful nipples, since they always poked out through her top and bra. She didn’t look to be too many years out of high school herself. “Hi, yes,” I replied. “I’m Susan Gleason, Anna’s Mom. And yes, I think all the girls are doing a great job.”
“The boys played a great game. Too bad they missed that last-second kick.”
“Oh ... Did we lose?” We both laughed. “I don’t watch the game. I’m here to watch the girls.”
It seems my reply took her by surprise.
“Oh!” She replied. “You like watching the girls?” She had a strange look in her eye.
“Oh my God!” I thought to myself. “She can’t think ... Surely I don’t ... Oh my God!” She caught me off guard and I stammered, “Oh ... I didn’t mean ... well ... I mean I like the cheerleaders, but I don’t WATCH the GIRLS ... not like that!” I tried to laugh it off.
“It’s OK. I know what you mean.” She said, winking at me. She paused a moment as I panicked, but then she burst out laughing. Her laughter put me at ease. We talked about Anna and the other girls for a while and I also found out that I was right about her age. She was a local college junior volunteering to coach cheerleading for extra credits.
After we talked a while, I found out that after the last game of the season, it’s traditional for the newest girl to host a sleep over for the team. Anna being the newest girl meant that I had to host this year. Of course, Anna never mentioned that, but I agreed, and Linda said she would send an email to me and the girls so I could connect to the other parents and make all the arrangements.
When we got home, Anna and I set about planning. We talked about music, snacks, videos and decorations. She wanted everything to be perfect and we only had a couple of weeks. Her room is too small, so we agreed that the girls would camp out in our finished basement for the night.
Anna was very excited with the plans and emailed all the girls, copying Ms. Connor. Almost immediately, Anna got a reply from Debbie. All it said was, “We’ll talk tomorrow.” That’s it. Anna was disappointed and wanted to call Debbie, but I convinced her to wait until tomorrow and talk to her face to face. Sometimes emails and text messages can be misunderstood. She finally agreed and let it go.
I got home from work the next day and Anna was her usual cheerful self. She didn’t offer any information about her talk with Debbie and I didn’t push it at first. When I finally did ask, Anna said, “Oh, everything’s fine. She loved all the plans. You were right, I had nothing to worry about,” and went off to finish her homework and get ready for bed.
It turns out that only four cheerleaders were able to make it to the party, Debbie and one other senior Tonya, plus two juniors Laia and Addie. Anna helped me with who was who.
I knew Debbie, the head cheerleader. Tonya is the tall black girl with thick legs and the butt that doesn’t quit. Laia is Hispanic with gorgeous mocha colored skin. Addie is small and blonde like Anna.
Over the next couple of games, I think Linda’s comment and wink about watching the girls clicked something in my brain. I started watching the girls ... I mean WATCHING them. I hate to admit it, but they were starting to turn me on. I started feeling little tingles when they did splits and flashed their crisp white panties. I’d have to shake my head and look away sometimes. Whatever was happening, I didn’t like it. Watching the girls was becoming uncomfortable.
It didn’t help that it had been literally years since I had sex or even had an orgasm. I’d never really been that into sex, and I didn’t masturbate. Men and dating just didn’t interest me. I was never all that turned on over anything before. But that was changing.
I didn’t have trouble attracting men. At 36 years old, I was the youngest cheerleader Mom. I married and had Anna early in life. I work out regularly to keep trim. I’m still a couple of inches taller than Anna and my butt still turns some heads. Anna is jealous of my firm C-cup breasts and prays that hers show some signs of catching up soon.
I was paying special attention to the girls that were coming to the party. Seems they were all pretty good friends. They were always together, keeping themselves separate from the other girls during breaks. They all left the games together in Debbie’s car. What struck me was how different they all looked from each other. A smorgasbord of gorgeous teen girls, I thought, but pushed the thought out of my mind. That was no way to think about those nice young ladies.
A few times at night, I’d think about them and touch my nipples. Once or twice I reached down to caress my pussy lips, but stopped myself quickly, thinking myself some kind of pervert. It did make me realize that I had let a jungle grow between my legs. I had no reason to shave or even trim. I’d have to take care of that sometime but stayed lazy about it.
I needed to get this cheerleading season over with so I could get myself back to normal.
Note : We have 4 parts..Each part has multiple chapters..1st part is basically introduction and how they landed into this..next 3 parts is full of Embarrassing stuff like ENF. Will post more.. allow me some time!! Actually I am unable to post multiple parts in a single go it takes 24 hrs to reset that limit but not sure!!
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Chapter 2
The Friday night of the last game arrived, and it was unusually warm. The girls really sweated up a storm doing their cheers, but it didn’t slow them down at all. They did great.
Anna and I did all the preparations in advance, so everything was ready. We headed home straight from the game and Debbie followed with the other girls in her car. They decided to leave without showering or changing clothes. “We want to head straight to the Par-Tay!” Debbie cheered which started a spontaneous “Par-Tay! ... Par-Tay! ... P! ... A! ... R! ... T! ... Y!” cheer.
Anna seemed a bit nervous during the car ride, so I asked her what was wrong.
“Oh nothing,” she replied, wringing the hem of her skirt nervously. “I just hope everything is perfect.”
I’d never seen her like this. She’s had friends over in the past and never reacted this way. I chalked it off as nerves, similar to what I might feel if I were having my boss over for dinner.
“Everything will be just fine, Anna Baby. You just enjoy yourself. You and the girls earned a good time for all your hard work.”
She smiled nervously. “You’re right ... We did.”
When we got to the house, Anna and I ran straight in while the girls unloaded their overnight bags from the trunk of Debbie’s car. They had an awful lot of stuff for a little slumber party.
The basement is split in two by the stairs coming down. When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you’re facing the back wall of the basement. To the right is a small kitchen. To the left, the bigger side, a den is set up. There’s a TV on the far wall and some older chairs and a futon were strewn around. There’s a door to the small half-bathroom which is behind the steps. Steel columns that hold the house up run down the center. There are two in the den and one in the kitchen. They always seem to be in the way, but they’re a necessity we have to live with. We fixed the kitchen table so that it fits around the column.
Everything was ready for the party to start. The soft drinks and food were in the fridge. Everything was microwaveable, so that was easy too. Anna and I agreed that I would stay upstairs and allow the girls to have their fun, but that I could come down from time to time to check in.
I asked the girls if they wanted to shower, but they just ran downstairs in their uniforms to get the party started. Before long, the music was blasting interspersed with the screeching and giggling of teen girls at play.
I jumped in the shower to relax a bit. Even with the shower running I could hear and feel the bass pounding from the loud rap music that was playing downstairs. I thought I should wear a little more than my usual nightgown-and-nothing-else evening attire, so I added a white cotton tank top and full-cut granny-panties I keep in my drawer for some reason underneath. I slipped on my slippers and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack and get ready to plop in front of the TV.
Thoughts of five teen girls in my basement in their little nighties kept popping into my mind. Yes ... five girls ... I was thinking about Anna too. It was the first time those thoughts ever popped into my mind about her. I tried to push them right out and focus on my TV show, but that music! They were in the basement, so I’m sure they weren’t disturbing the neighbors, but the thudding was annoying the hell out of me and it was getting late. I needed to ask them to turn it down a bit.
I opened the basement door and was hit with the sound of the gangster rap they had playing. The language was awful. I wondered why young girls wanted to listen to that trash as I turned the light on to illuminate the stairs. I heard some shuffling around as the song ended and I walked down the stairs.
Half-way down, one of the chairs came into view, and I stopped in my tracks. Over the back of the chair the most hideously uncomfortable, Victorian looking foundation garment came into view. Now I knew how Debbie kept her big boobs from bouncing around. I bet she couldn’t wait to get that thing off.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner, the smell of alcohol hit me.
The music was turned off and five very guilty looking girls stood facing me. They still had their uniforms on. Apparently, they just kicked their sneakers off and started to party. I noticed that Debbie’s tits looked twice as big but stood firm under her uniform.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Gleason,” Debbie started, “Do we need to lower the music?”
“What are you girls drinking down here?” I asked sternly.
“My Mom gave me some vodka to put in my punch. She says it’s OK if I drink ... and it’s only for me ... and...”
I cut her off. “This is MY house and I get to decide if any drinking happens and there will be NO underage drinking. Hand over the bottle.”
“I wasn’t drinking vodka, Mom. I promise. Only Debbie and Tonya did.” Anna said. “They’re seniors...” She said, turning and bending over to pick the vodka bottle that had been stashed behind the sofa.
Did I just see Anna’s butt cheeks as she bent over? Did she take her panties off? I remembered then that she always wore a thong under her cheerleader panties. At least she still had that on ... I think...
“Why you blowin’ up my spot, girlfriend?” Tonya asked.
Anna handed over the bottle, looked down to the floor and said nothing else. the bottle was nearly empty. There’s no way those two girls drank all that vodka and remained standing. Anna was obviously lying.
“I’ll take this upstairs. And, yes,” I added, “lower that disgusting music.”
I turned to walk back upstairs, and Debbie said “Mrs. Gleason, please take some punch. Don’t let the vodka go to waste. Have yourself a drink on us.”
Laia added, “Yes, please. We’ve had enough...” hiccupping drunkenly, all but admitting that she too had been drinking.
“Nice, tell her we were all drinking,” Addie added.
I turned back to them. “Girls. You don’t have to drink to have fun. Don’t be in a hurry to grow up. Enjoy your youth sober.” God! I sounded like my own mother. She warned me that would happen, and she was right. “Just have fun tonight and be proud of your great season of cheerleading.”
I got back upstairs. The music came back on. Just as loud as before.
“Oh, why the fuck not?” I said to myself and poured some of the vodka into the punch Debbie gave me. I drank it down and then made myself two more. Why should the girls be having all the fun?
I don’t drink much, and I was feeling more than a little tipsy. Sitting on my sofa, I heard the music getting louder and louder. Eventually, I could make out the lyrics of the song they had playing. Typical gangster rap. Filthy language mostly about killing people and degrading women.
I got up to pee but on my way to the bathroom decided that I’d had enough.
I quietly opened the basement door, keeping the lights out this time so I could surprise them. I crept slowly down the stairs. The music was deafening. I could feel the vibrations of the bass through my whole body. I peeked around the corner unseen and was shocked by the scene that greeted me in the den.
It looked like the girls were wrestling or something, at first. Anna was flat on her back and Laia was straddling her waist facing Anna’s face, with her back toward me. Tonya was holding Anna’s legs still by her ankles and Addie had Anna by the wrists, holding her hands over her head. I didn’t see Debbie right away and assumed she was in the bathroom. It was obvious that Anna was trying to break free, but her wiggling around was unsuccessful as the girls held her tight.
Gone were the cheerleader uniforms, replaced by very sheer, very short nighties. From behind I could see Laia’s lacy pink thong string tight against her crotch as she straddled Anna.
No one noticed me as spied on them. The girls had another bottle of vodka. This one was on an end table, half full. So much for my motherly lecture. The boom box that was blaring all that disgusting music was across the room, near the bathroom.
As I watched longer, I noticed that the girls weren’t quite wrestling. Laia was tickling Anna’s armpits. Her nightie had been pulled up and was bunched around her wrists as Addie held her arms up tightly. All she had on was a very lacy, tiny little black thong, which I would never buy her or allow her to wear.
Although I couldn’t hear, I could see that she was laughing hysterically. I wasn’t surprised because, like me, Anna is extremely ticklish virtually all over her body. Lying on her back made Anna’s small boobs vanish, but her nipples were incredibly long, dark and thick.
I was conflicted. As much as I didn’t want to see my daughter treated this way, all the teen girl flesh had my nipples growing and my pussy starting to tingle. I could feel the juices starting to flow, for sure.
Laia reached over and grabbed two puffy feathers that were next to her and ran them up and down Anna’s chest and belly, then concentrated on her nipples. Anna was obviously laughing and pleading, twisting her body this way and that. No matter what she did, she couldn’t stop the relentless tickling of her sensitive nipples.
Laia dropped the feathers and quickly turned around facing Anna’s feet, straddling her chest now. She was now facing my direction, but apparently didn’t notice me. Tonya forced Anna’s legs open and I noticed a dark wet spot on the cotton crotch of her thong. Laia used her long nails on Anna’s inner thighs causing more wriggling, twisting and hysterics.
Suddenly, the music stopped. I looked up and saw Debbie standing outside the bathroom door with her finger on the power button of the boom box. She was looking right at me. The abrupt end of the music caused Laia to stop her tickling, “What the FUCK girlfriend?” She shouted in Debbie’s direction.
Anna had stopped laughing and was breathing heavily, as the other girls continued to hold her in place. “Please ... Please stop now ... I ... I can’t ... take it ... I’m so ticklish...” Anna gasped between breaths, her chest heaving.
I was caught. But I didn’t think about that at the moment. I also didn’t thinking about Anna or the others. All I could focus on was Debbie especially her enormous titties, which were clearly visible under her sheer blue nightie. She was so tall and the nightie so short, that her matching blue panties peeked out from under the hem. Her hair was out of its ponytail and flowed down around her shoulders, framing her most prominent asset.
I wouldn’t even try to guess what her bra size is. I’m sure she had to buy them at some specialty store. I’ve never seen a bra in a store that would come close to holding her tits. It was amazing that they weren’t sagging down. They stood firmly on her chest, perfectly shaped. Her areola were dark brown and big. I’m sure my hand wouldn’t be able to cover one of them. The nipples were most impressive. Long and thick is all I can say.
“Oh my God! Mom!” Anna screamed. “Let me go! My titties! Let me cover my titties!”
Laia rolled off Anna as Addie and Tonya released their grip on her wrists and ankles. Anna was still breathing heavily and blushing profusely as she pulled her nightie down. It was sheer and did little to hide her chest, but I guess it made her feel better to have them covered somewhat.
I ran over to Anna and pulled her up to a sitting position. I knelt down hugging her close. “It’s OK, Baby ... Mommy’s here.”
“Hey Anna,” Debbie interrupted. “Is your Mom ticklish?”
Chapter 3
Debbie’s question caught me off guard. I was all ready to be the Mom here and start barking out the orders. All I could manage after that simple question was a meek, “What?”
“I bet she’s more ticklish than Anna,” Addie chimed in.
“Only one way to find out!” Said Debbie.
“What are you talking about?” I asked nervously. I hadn’t been seriously tickled since I was a teenager, and it didn’t bring up happy memories. My girlfriends tickled me so badly I peed myself. It was so humiliating.
“Mom, you shouldn’t have come down. You spoiled my initiation. Ms. Connor isn’t going to be happy with me.”
“Don’t worry, Anna. You’ll be fine.” Debbie said, then shouted, “Grab her!”
I got up, trying to pull Anna up with me. I had to get us out of there. I had to get upstairs and call the cheerleaders’ moms and let them know that the party was over and to come collect their girls.
I wasn’t quite quick enough. Tonya was closest and grabbed my ankle. I tried crawling away but couldn’t shake her grip.
“Addie! Laia! Grab Anna. Hold her there.” Debbie shouted as I struggled to get away from Tonya, who had an iron grip on my right ankle while trying to grab the left.
I rolled onto my back and tried to kick Tonya’s hand off my ankle. She changed tactics and instead of trying to grab my left ankle, she started to tickle the sole of my captured right foot!
“Oh my God! ... Don’t tickle me! ... heeeheeeheee! ... I’m a grown woman! ... heeeheee haaa haaa!” I begged, losing the will to fight and just wiggling my foot to try to get it away from Tonya’s fingernails.
“Tie her hands for now, so we can get Mrs. Gleason!” I heard Debbie say. I was too busy with Tonya to notice the others following Debbie’s order. But I did notice Debbie walk over to us. I rolled over, trying again to crawl away from Tonya. Debbie dove to grab my left ankle, but missed, grabbing the hem of my nightgown instead.
Debbie didn’t let go of her grip, as I finally managed to free my right ankle from Tonya’s grip. I quickly tried to stand up and get away when the thin straps of my nightgown gave way. The garment fell down around my knees and I tripped and fell to the hard basement floor.
The force of hitting the floor stunned me for a bit, giving Debbie time to pull my nightgown off completely. I was left lying on the floor face down in my white tank top and big granny panties.
Now it was Debbie and Tonya’s turn to start cracking up. “Oh my God! ... Look at those fucking panties!” Debbie laughed.
“They look like the ones my Grandmother hangs up on her clothesline out back!” Added Tonya.
They were quickly joined by Addie and Laia, who finished with Anna.
“Block the stairs,” Debbie shouted, and they quickly ran over to block my exit.
I rolled over onto my back, lifting myself up on my elbows. That’s when I saw Anna with her hands secured with fuzzy handcuffs to one of the columns in the middle of the room, sitting Indian style. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. It looked as if she hadn’t yet recovered from the tickling she got.
“OK...” I tried to reason with them. “That was fun, girls. It’s been a long time since I was tickled. L ... l ... let me get up and get another nightgown. We can have a drink together and put a cool movie on.” Anything was better than more tickling.
“I don’t think so,” Debbie responded confidently. “Get her!”
Before I got a chance to move, Tonya had both of my ankles and Addie and Laia were wrestling for control of my wrists. I quickly lost the battle and was stretched out. Debbie grabbed my left ankle, leaving my right ankle in Tonya’s grip. My arms were pulled up and out by Addie and Laia.
Debbie counted, “1... 2... 3 ... tickle!”
All at once they all started on me. Debbie and Tonia attacked my feet and toes, while Addy and Laia raked their nails in my exposed armpits. My tank top did little to shield them from the assault.
“Oh my God, no! ... Pleeeeeeeeese ... noooooo ... heee haa heee ... please no more...”
No mercy was granted. They were all teasing as they tickled, too. “Koochie koochie koo!” and “tickle tickle...” I heard as they attacked me and giggled up a storm themselves.
I was breathing heavy and losing my strength to resist. I was totally humiliated to be broken down in this way by a bunch of drunk giggling teens. Worse yet, I could feel my nipples swelling and some moisture building between my legs. Just when I thought I’d lose everything, and completely humiliate myself like I did when I was a teenager. Debbie stopped the tickling.
“OK ... Hang on ... give it a rest.” At which the girls stopped tickling. They released their grips, but I was too winded to move. I just laid still and tried to breathe. I’m not sure how long the tickling went on for, but it seemed like forever.
“Let’s get her tied up while she’s out of breath,” Tonya suggested.
“Not yet,” Debbie replied. “She’s not ready to be secured yet.”
“What the fuck did that mean?” I thought to myself. I looked over at Anna who hadn’t moved and was still sobbing.
Debbie walked around and knelt behind my head. She stroked her fingernails up and down my neck. It tickled a little, but not much. I kept looking back to look at her gigantic tits, thinking about what a perv I’d become gawking at teenage girls.
“Not too ticklish there,” she said. “We already know how ticklish your pits are. How about your tummy?”
She leaned forward and moved her fingers over my belly. Her tits fell over my face, her big hard nipples brushing back and forth over my mouth, nose and eyes.
“Oh no ... not that ... heee heee heee...” My laughs were muffled by the mass of her tits.
As Debbie was ticking, Tonya was pulling my ankles down. My wiggling around caused me to start to slide inch by inch in Tonya’s direction. This had the effect of making Debbie’s tickling move up my higher on my belly and eventually at the bottom of my ribs, right at the hem of my tank top. The more Tonya pulled, the more I slid down and the higher Debbie’s ticking fingers moved.
Instead of ticking over my tank, Debbie slowly slid it up, exposing more and more of my upper belly and lower chest. I could feel the undersides of my tits being exposed and tickled. I was never tickled on my tits before...
“Oh God! ... Stop now ... heee haaa haaa heee heee ... Not there ... You can’t...”
Eventually, the inevitable happened and my nipples popped out. And suddenly the tickling stopped. I was surprised (was I disappointed now that I think about it?) that Debbie didn’t attack my nipples. They were longer and harder than they’ve ever been. Good thing my panties were white, making it hard to see that they were getting wetter by the minute.
“Why did you stop?” Laia asked. “Tickle the bitch till she pees.”
I groaned at the thought. They wouldn’t ... They didn’t dare do that to a mother. Did they? I wasn’t sure what they would do. Who would have thought they’d go this far? They stripped my daughter almost naked and tickled her mercilessly. Now they made her watch as they did the same to me, her mother!
Debbie sat back on her heels, relieving my face of the burden of her giant tits. “Anna! ... Anna! ... look over here.” She shouted at my daughter. “Since it’s your initiation night, I’ll make this your decision. Do I come over and tickle your tits, or should I continue over here and tickle your Mother’s tits?”
Chapter 4
Anna and I were bewildered by the question. A few moments of silence followed. Neither had ever been in such a situation. Daughter asked to decide to be tortured or cause the torture the person she loves most in the world. Mother relying on the whim of a teenage girl to be tortured or watch the person she loves most in the world tortured.
I tried to call out but was still too winded from my ordeal. I couldn’t speak. Something like, “No ... ho ... ho ... hold on...” was all I could muster at first.
All Anna could manage was an open-mouthed look of indignation.
Laia broke the teens’ silence. “I want to tickle Anna’s little titties.”
“Mrs. Gleason’s nipples are begging for it,” observed Tonya.
“Mommy hasn’t been tortured enough,” Addie pouted, “tickle her tits!”
A shrieking teenage girl argument broke out. Debbie stood to chime in, “I’m head cheerleader,” was her cocky response, “and I said Anna has to decide!”
I gained enough of my wind back to get their attention. “Wait! ... Please listen! ... Listen to me...” they finally quieted down enough to hear. I panted a few more times before I offered, “Do what you want to me ... Leave Anna alone ... Tickle my naked tits, all of you ... Tickle them ... until ... until ... Tickle them until I pee!”
“Oh God!” I immediately thought to myself. “Did I just say that? Why? Am I crazy?” I’m not sure why I added the last part, about peeing. But the thought of it happening in front of Anna and her friends, about how humiliating it would be, had me on fire all of a sudden. I remembered that I was on my way to the bathroom when I decided to come down and surprise the girls. I should have peed first.
The girls broke down in laughter and I felt my ankles and wrists released. I thought about making a run for it, but my path to the stairs was still blocked by two girls. But more importantly, I didn’t want to leave Anna chained up with these sickos. There’s no telling what she’d have to endure before I would be able to save her.
Anna shouted unexpectedly, “No! Stop! It’s my initiation and I must be the one to take it. Let my Mom go. Tickle me instead.”
Hearing this, Debbie got the others to quiet down. Once she had control of the room again, she walked over to Anna and calmly said, “You’re right. You must decide. Now tell me exactly what you want us to do.”
Anna replied, “Tickle me, not my Mom.”
“Tickle you where? You have to say where.”
“Tickle me on...” Anna paused, “Tickle me on ... on my little titties.” she said softly. I was shocked not only by her decision, but by her referring to her “little titties”. It made me hotter though. Was the humiliation making her hot too?
Laughter and arguing broke out again. I looked over at Anna. Were her nipples getting bigger and darker? The wet spot between her legs certainly was.
“No! No fucking way. Do me! Do me I said!” I shouted. Getting my wind back, I started to stand.
“Debbie, we should tie her up now. She’s going to make a run for it.” Laia said and forced me down with a foot on my shoulder.
Debbie walked over and leaned in, inches from my face. “She’s not going to go anywhere. She’s going to sit on that chair in the corner and watch quietly. Because if she tries anything, we may just tickle Anna to death!” She paused, “Isn’t that right? You’re going to be a good Mommy and let Anna get properly initiated, right?”
I didn’t answer at first. Debbie quickly grabbed my right nipple and twisted. “AHHH FUCK!” I screamed.
“Right?” Debbie asked again, louder this time.
“Ouch ... Aw ... Ouch...” I stammered, “Yes ... I’ll be good.” I had no choice at the moment.
“Promise?” She twisted a little more.
I’d never been handled like that before, let alone by a high school girl. She and her girlfriends had me stripped half-naked, tickled and wrestled with to exhaustion. Now she was going to make me submit willingly to watch Anna’s torture by punishing my sensitive nipple. Why was this humiliation making me so horny?
“Yes! Yes! I promise!” and Debbie let go.
“Take that tank top the rest of the way off and go sit in the corner.” She ordered.
I slowly did as I was told. I tried to think of a way out as I pulled the tank top off, leaving myself in just my big white granny panties. As much as my body was agreeing with the treatment I was getting, my mind convinced me that I couldn’t allow this torture of me and Anna to continue. I had to end this. As I walked over to the chair, an opportunity presented itself.
Debbie started giving some orders. “Addie, get the rest of the stuff out of the bags. Tonya, pour us another drink, and Laia release Anna. I want to set her up so that Mommy can watch us tickle her tiny little titties. I have to pee again,” she barked out heading toward the bathroom.
Addie tossed Laia the handcuff key, which was in the bag she was emptying. I saw some more restraints tumble out of the bag, along with some other ticklish looking items and a couple of paddles. There was more, but I couldn’t see everything. Laia pulled Anna to her feet and unlocked her left wrist, freeing her from the column. Tonya was in the far corner of the room fixing drinks. Her beautiful black bubble butt was exposed as she bent over, her pale-yellow nighty riding up her back. She looked to be naked from the waist down as her matching thong string was totally buried between her ass-cheeks. Debbie closed the bathroom door. That was my chance. I jumped up and ran toward Laia, pushing her as hard as I could. “Run!” I shouted.
Laia stumbled, but didn’t lose her grip on the cuffs, one of which was attached to Anna’s left wrist. A tug-of-war ensued, the two girls circling each other. I turned toward the stairs and was met with a sharp pain across the front of my thighs. I fell on the hard floor on my hands and knees and felt another swat across my panties as I started crawling toward the stairs. Addie had grabbed a paddle from the pile of stuff and was swatting me with it. It was one of those long frat-house paddles that had holes in it so it could be swung hard.
I heard Anna yelling, “Let me go! Let me go!” as she struggled with Laia.
I made my way toward the stairs on my hands and knees, Addie swatting my panty covered ass all the way. The big thick granny panties provided some protection, but the swats were still stinging. Tonya, realizing what was happening went to help Laia with Anna.
The bathroom door flew open, “What the FUCK is going on?” Debbie yelled. Quickly scanning the room, she saw me as the biggest threat and headed my way as another swat from the paddle landed, this time across the backs of my thighs. That was the only spot not covered by the big panties. The pain made me fall forward on my face, but I kept crawling along.
I made it to the stairs, turned the corner and tried to crawl up. I felt hands on my ankles trying to grab. Not finding a grip, the hands moved higher up, as Debbie tried to slow me down. I could feel her tits on my feet and legs. At least the swatting had stopped as Addie had no room to swing the paddle in the stairway.
My advance slowed, but I was determined. My hands made it up a few steps when Debbie managed to grab hold of the leg band of my panties and they started to come down. “Oh, no!” I thought, “Not that. I can’t let her make me naked.”
I turned onto my back and started trying to push her away with my feet as she got a second hand on my panties. I reached down and grabbed the waist band in an effort to preserve what little dignity I had left.
Having no way to keep paddling, Addie tried grabbing my ankles and managed to get a hold. The granny panties were so big and thick that I was able to keep the waist band just under my belly button while Debbie had the remainder stretched down past my knees.
There’s no telling how long I might have held on, but Addie changed tactics. She grabbed my left ankle with one hand and tickled my left foot with the other. Surprised by the sudden sensation, I released my grip on the panties and fell backward, smashing the back of my head on the stairs. I was stunned and barely felt the panties being pulled down to my ankles.
Addie and Debbie released their grips and started cracking up. I was stunned from the blow to my head and couldn’t take advantage.
“Holy shit!” Debbie laughed. “She’s so fucking hairy!”
“I guess she’s not a natural blonde!” Addie added and they both laughed uncontrollably.
They grabbed my hands and pulled me back into the room, my panties still around my ankles. Regaining my senses, I saw that Tonya and Laia had Anna re-secured to the far column with the hand cuffs.
“Look at her bush!” Addie called to the others who responded with another round of cackling laughter. I was so embarrassed. Why did I let it grow so out of control?
“She’s hairier than anybody in my family,” said Tonya, “and you know how hairy black women are!”
“No wonder she wears those giant panties,” Laia giggled, “she needs all that to cover her hairy pussy.”
My thick, dark brown pubic hair started just under my belly button and didn’t end until it got part-way down my inner thighs. My vagina was covered, completely invisible under my untamed bush.
I was now standing in the center of the four girls, finally starting to recover from the blow to my head. I reached down to grab for my panties.
“No, no, no,” Debbie said as she stepped between my legs preventing me from pulling the granny panties up. “Step out of them.”
I stood up but didn’t move. SWAT!! I heard across my now bare bottom. “Ouch!” I screamed and fell forward, tripping over the panties and stumbling. My feet came out of the panties and I was totally naked. Stripped completely in front of four teenage girls and my nearly naked daughter.
“Cuff her too, before she tries to get away again,” Debbie ordered, finally calmed down from all the laughter. “No more chances with this one.”
I was still a little tipsy from the combination of the drinks I had earlier, smashing my head on the stairs, wrestling two girls half my age and being stripped naked. I was totally humiliated by the state of my hairy vagina. My daughter was chained up nearly naked, having only her tiny black thong left on. Her embarrassing little titties were exposed, nipples dark, long and hard. Four other teenage girls were surrounding me dressed in skimpy nighties and little panties.
All this had me as turned on as I’ve ever been. Good thing my pussy was so hairy. It covered how swollen and wet it was. My big clit was throbbing and I’m sure it was sticking out of its hood. I lost any will to fight and allowed Laia to cuff me to the same column Anna was cuffed to. We were both cuffed facing the column.
For a moment, I was disappointed that Anna still had her thong on. Why should I be the only one naked? Isn’t she the one getting initiated? How hairy is her pussy? I didn’t notice any hair peeking out from her tiny thong.
I pushed the thoughts out of my mind as quickly as they had entered, feeling guilty about having such thoughts about my little girl.
“We need to talk. Everyone in the kitchen,” Debbie ordered. Then pointing at me and Anna. “You two stay there.” She started laughing and was joined by the others.
The cheerleaders went into the kitchen. I watched their butts as they walked. Tonya’s bubble butt was the biggest but incredibly firm. Laia had some jiggle in hers. Addie had a cute, nicely shaped little butt. Debbie had the nicest, perfectly proportioned and pear shaped. You would think her ass would be huge to match her tits, but it really was perfect.
Anna and I sat quietly for a while. I tried to listen in to the conversation but could only hear the laughing.
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Chapter 5
We were standing on opposite ends of the column we were cuffed to. Anna’s hands were cuffed above mine.
No sooner had the girls rounded the corner into the kitchen did Anna lay into me. She let me have it in angry whispers so the others couldn’t hear. “Mom, what are you doing? You’re ruining everything. Why couldn’t you just stay upstairs and let me be initiated? You’re always ruining everything! If I get thrown off the cheerleading team, I’ll never forgive you.” And on and on with the typical teen tirade.
Finally, she got tired of berating me and I had a chance to respond.
“Anna, Baby, I thought they were hurting you. Don’t you want to get away from them? I saw you fighting with Laia trying to get away,” I explained. Why was I explaining myself to my own daughter?
“I was just trying to help you get away. God! you’re so stupid!”
“Anna, I...”
She cut me off, “A little tickling and spanking. That’s all it was going to be. Kaylee told me, even though they made her promise not to. They did it to her at her house last year.” Kaylee is a sophomore cheerleader.
The thought flashed into my mind of the brunette, athletic girl chained up half-naked getting tickled. I pushed it out quickly and I tried again to get a word in. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think...”
“I know you didn’t think!” She paused, “Wow, isn’t that what you always say to me? Who’s the Mom here, anyway?”
That one stung. But being put in my place by my daughter sent a shiver down my spine and a tingle down to my already engorged clit.
We were quiet for a minute. I strained to hear what was going on in the kitchen. It sounded like they were talking to someone on one of their speaker phones, but I couldn’t be sure. They obviously didn’t want us to hear.
“I’m sorry. I see now that I had it all wrong. But, look what they did to me. I’m ... I’m ... naked! And they s ... s ... spanked me! I’m so humiliated.”
“You should be.” Was her flippant response.
“And look at you! You’re almost naked. I never thought you’d let anyone treat you this way. Look at you!” I looked her up and down. She was completely flat chested, no sign of any tit-flesh. But her nipples were engorged, begging for attention. I looked down from her flat chest to her lacy thong, which was pulled tightly into her cleft. It was clearly drooling. And I noticed for the first time something that she inherited from me. I could see her thick clit poking out, pressing against the material of her tiny panties. Her body was maturing as evidenced by her nipples and clit, but she just didn’t have any tit growth, and just a slight flaring of her hips.
“Oh my God! Is this making you horny?” I asked.
All Anna could do at first was gasp and stare at me open-mouthed. “All I know,” she finally responded, “is that you’re going to do whatever they say. You’re going to let them initiate me. And you’re going to accept whatever punishment you deserve. Understand?”
I was being dominated by my horny, half-naked fifteen year old daughter and her sexy cheerleader friends. I knew that she was right. That I had to let them do what they wanted. My body was telling me that I wanted it. Wanted to be spanked. Wanted to be tickled. Wanted to be naked. Wanted to be punished. No ... I needed it.
“I ... I ... I...” I didn’t get a chance to respond.
“And yes. I’m not sure if it’s what they’re doing to me or what they’re doing to you or both. I’ve never been so horny. OK? Happy now?” She admitted. “But it doesn’t look like I’m the only one.” She looked me up and down.
My arousal was clearly evident. My nipples were begging for attention. My pussy was covered by my thick dark bush, but the bush was dripping wet. Juices had started running down my thighs.
“I don’t understand...” I replied. “I’ve never been treated this way before and I don’t understand what it’s doing to me.”
Tonya entered the room, walked by us into the bathroom. I heard one of the girls go upstairs. Anna and I stayed quiet until Tonya emerged and returned to the kitchen. It reminded me how much I had to pee myself. Laia and Addie then went into the small bathroom together. I was jealous that they were watching each other pee. I heard who must have been Debbie come back down the stairs.
Eventually, the girls came out of the bathroom. Addie returned to the kitchen as Laia came over to us. She unlocked one of Anna’s cuffs and locked it onto her own wrist. “Debbie said I should let you pee.” She said and led Anna into the bathroom.
They returned a few minutes later and Anna was cuffed back to the column, her hands above mine again. Laia started back toward the kitchen.
“Am ... Am I allowed to pee too? I’ll be good. I promise.” I asked meekly.
“Uhhhh ... No!” She said teasingly and returned to the kitchen. It made me realize how totally under their control I was.
When Anna and I were alone again, I gave in to her. “I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll let them do what they want to us.” I didn’t have time to say anything else as the girls returned from the kitchen.
They stood silently around us for a minute. I couldn’t stand the tension. “I’m ... I’m sorry ... I was afraid for Anna. I’ll ... I’ll let you punish me and continue her initiation. P ... P ... Please don’t let what I did affect Anna’s chances of staying on the cheerleading team.” It felt so good to give in to them, to admit to them and myself that I deserved to be punished.
“Shut the fuck up, Duck Dynasty.” Debbie said, “That goes for you too, Tissues.” She added pointing to Anna. The others cracked up.
I knew immediately why she called me Duck Dynasty. It was because of my hairy pussy, which reminded her of the heavily bearded men on that show. But why did she call Anna tissues? Anna had a confused look on her face.
“You’re Duck Dynasty because of that huge beard between your legs. And you’re tissues since you obviously stuff your bra!” More teen girl laughing broke out among the girls with a few high fives thrown in.
I was humiliated, yes. But Anna must have been mortified. I could trim or even shave my bush, but Anna couldn’t make her tits grow. She was very self-conscious about her tiny titties. I felt for her, but the thought of everyone calling her tissues and making fun of her made a faucet out of my already dripping pussy. Could I? ... Could I call my own daughter Tissues?
Debbie continued. “Because of your actions, all bets are off. Tissues, decide now. Before you answer, know that your initiation is going to be harder. So, think a minute ... Do you want to be a cheerleader or not?”
Anna thought for all about a tenth of a second before answering. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Debbie, please! I’ll do anything to be a cheerleader!” Anna responded, jumping up and down as excitingly as her cuffs would allow.
“Right answer. We’re going to uncuff you soon. If you try anything or don’t do as your told, you’re out. Got it?”
“Got it! Yes! I won’t try anything! I promise.”
“But, before we let you go, you have to prove to all four of us how serious you are.” Debbie paused for dramatic effect, “You have to kiss all of our nipples.”
Anna gasped and had a confused look on her face for a moment. Her thighs clenched together, looking almost like she had to pee. But, she just peed, so that wasn’t it. I knew what it was, because I felt the same lightning bolt in my clit when Debbie said that. “Please let me watch!” I thought to myself, but I didn’t dare to speak.
“Duck Dynasty, you sit and try to stay out of the way. Anna, on your knees. We’re going to start with the smallest and work our way up to these,” She lifted her heavy tits in both her hands for a moment. Addie, you first.”
I sat as comfortable as I could being cuffed to the column. Addie stepped up and pulled her nightie up, exposing her small tits as Anna knelt. She wasn’t much bigger than Anna, but did have some tittie flesh. Her puffy nipples were pink and much smaller than Anna’s.
Anna gave each nipple a quick peck with her closed lips and sat back on her heels. Addie pouted.
“Oh no, no, no.” Debbie said. “Kiss them like you mean it. You need to show us how much you love cheerleader tits.”
Anna bit her lip, raised her butt off her heels. “OK...” she said, licking her lips.
Addie leaned in again and Anna went to work. She licked Addie’s left nipple then sucked it into her mouth. Addie moaned as Anna spent about five seconds sucking the nipple before Debbie interrupted, “Switch!”
Addie repeated her ministrations on Addie’s right nipple. Debbie directed as Addie was replaced first by Tonya and then Laia to have their nipples serviced by my daughter. Drool was running down Anna’s face and onto her chest. She didn’t have her hands free to even wipe it off. Tonya moaned loudly and humped the air as her black nipples were sucked. Laia pouted and shot Debbie an angry glance when Anna was instructed to stop sucking on her pink nipples.
“Are you ready for these?” Debbie asked as she removed her nighty completely, tossing it aside. She lifted her right tit, squeezing it with both hands and guided her huge nipple toward Anna’s mouth. Anna licked her lips as Debbie teased, holding her nipple just out of reach.
“Tell me your name,” She ordered. “Tell me...”
Anna didn’t answer and just kept trying to get the nipple into her mouth.
“I guess you don’t want to be a cheerleader ... Tonya!...” Debbie started to turn away.
“TISSUES!” Anna yelled, “My name is Tissues!”
Debbie turned back to Anna, her giant nipple just out of reach, “Why is your name Tissues?”
“B ... Because I stuff my bra!” Anna admitted, but Debbie looked at her, unsatisfied.
Anna was breathing hard, but she continued, “I ... I ... I stuff my bra, because...”
Debbie dropped her tit and reached out with both hands. She started lightly tickling Anna, under her nipples. Her fingertips were just feathering Anna’s nipples already engorged nipples.
“I stuff it because I don’t have any titties!” Anna said softly.
Anna moaned as Debbie finally moved her nipple within reach. She sucked on it hungrily.
Debbie spoke softly as she teased Anna’s nipples. “We’re going to tell everyone, you know ... That you stuffed your bra.” Anna moaned and tried to push her chest forward, seeking more stimulation. Her thighs clenched together and she rocked her hips back and forth, never losing contact with the huge nipple in her mouth.
“The whole school is going to know you have no titties...” She continued. The more she teased the harder Anna humped the air and the louder she moaned. Debbie kept teasing her nipples.
All Anna could manage was to shake her head between moans.
Debbie switched nipples and Anna sucked the new one in greedily. “They’ll all call you Tissues ... But you won’t have to worry about stuffing a bra ... Because you’re not allowed to wear one any more ... Never!”
“Unnnnggghhh ... What’s happening?” Anna moaned as Debbie’s nipple slipped out of her drooling mouth.
Debbie continued “We’ll make you wear tight tops ... So everyone will see for themselves how embarrassing your little titties are ... All they’re going to see is your long, thick, horny nipples...”
“I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE THEM!” Anna humiliated herself and started bucking uncontrollably. “Ahhhh ... Unnnnnff ... mmmmmmm...” She moaned, obviously having a massive orgasm right there in front of us all.
“Oh my God!” Debbie said as she pulled her hands away. “She fucking came.”
Anna sat back on her heels and then fell over, panting in the fetal position. The girls cracked up and gave another round of high fives. I tried to hide my own arousal, but I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t decide which I needed more, a cum or a pee.
Debbie turned to me. “What do you think of that, Duck Dynasty? I bet that was her first orgasm, and it was a big one.” She didn’t wait for me to answer. “We’re going to have fun with this one. Tonya, uncuff her.”
Anna panted, “Is ... is ... that was that was? Did I ... Did I cum?”
“Tell her, Duck Dynasty.” Debbie ordered.
I scooted around and tried to snuggle with my daughter as much as the cuffs allowed, “Yes, Baby. That’s what that was. You had an orgasm. We all saw.” Why did I add the last part? Did I want to humiliate her more? Obviously so. “It’s OK Anna ... It’s OK ... T ... T ... Tissues,” I nearly had my own orgasm.
Chapter 6
“I’m so embarrassed, Mommy,” Anna said softly. “Why did that happen? Debbie was teasing me. Am I a lesbian? It was so humiliating in front of everyone, but it felt so good.”
“Just rest a minute, Baby,” I tried to comfort her, “Mommy’s here.”
“That was fun,” Debbie interrupted mother-daughter bonding time. “We’re just about ready to continue Tissues’ initiation. We just need to punish Duck Dynasty here first for almost ruining everything.”
Punish me? The thought of being punished by teenage girls made me tingle. How much teasing could I take? Plus, I’m the only one who hadn’t had a pee since all this started. I was getting desperate and I think it was adding to my arousal. Teenage girls were in charge of everything, even deciding when I was allowed to pee.
“Please, I... “ I said meekly, “Please, I really need to pee. Let me go to the bathroom. I’ll be good. You can come watch me. Keep me handcuffed like you did with, Anna...”
“Who?” Interrupted Debbie, “Anna? Who the fuck is Anna?”
“I mean ... Like ... Keep me handcuffed like you did with ... Tissues ... Just like Tissues,” I corrected myself resulting in another round of teenage cheering.
“Maybe we should let her,” Laia said as they calmed down. “We don’t want her to make a mess.”
“Not yet,” said Debbie, “She has to earn the privilege by showing us she’ll behave. Now, Laia, move Duck Dynasty to the other column...”
Debbie started barking out orders, which were immediately obeyed by the others. She whispered some of her instructions, leaving me to wonder what else she had in store.
Laia unlocked one of my cuffs and secured me to the other column so that my daughter and I were each chained to a different one – her to the far column, I to the one closest to the stairs. I offered no resistance.
Tonya started removing tiles from the drop-ceiling, apparently looking for places where cuffs could be attached. Addie started sorting through the remaining items in the bags, pulling out more cuffs, some rope, chains, and a riding crop. I couldn’t help but wonder where teenage girls got their hands on these items. Maybe the Internet? Maybe stolen from one of their parents?
All of their moving around, bending over and stretching up gave me some great views of all the firm teenage flesh in the room. Debbie kept her top off and the others’ tops were sheer enough to allow me to see plenty of hard nipple everywhere I turned. Butt cheeks were everywhere, too.
Finding a secure spot under the ceiling tiles near the column Anna was chained to, Tonya and Laia re-positioned my daughter facing me with her arms stretched over her head and around the column. With the cuffs chained to the ceiling, she couldn’t move much. Her arms were forced up and back, completely exposing her flat chest. Her nipples remained rock hard, though. Her black thong was drenched, and her engorged clit was clearly visible poking the fabric out. She stood on her toes and crossed and uncrossed her legs trying to get comfortable. Or was she trying to make herself cum again? Either way, her wiggling was driving me crazy.
Once Debbie was satisfied that all was arranged as she wanted it, she came over to me holding a riding crop. “You better do as your told. Get up on your knees and slide back as far as you can,” She ordered, “Keep your hands down on the floor ... Now spread your legs as far as you can and push your ass back.”
Anna was off to my left, giving her a side view as I did exactly as I was told. The others were behind me.
“Spread your legs wider,” Debbie ordered as she tapped my inner thighs with the crop.
“God, I can’t believe how hairy she is!” Addie commented.
“She has hair half-way down her thighs,” added Laia.
“You can’t even see her butt hole,” laughed Tonya, “I bet she gets some nasty dingle berries!”
I spread my legs as wide as I could and pushed by ass back. I could feel the lips of my pussy spread open. The position made me even more aware of my need to pee.
“Ugh!” Debbie grunted, “I smell fish! Don’t you wash?”
“My God! Her clit is giant!” Addie teased.
“It looks like a dick!” Tonya said.
I was completely exposed and humiliated. My pussy was soaking wet from the humiliation of being teased so in front of my daughter. All I wanted was to get this punishment over with so I could pee and then crawl into a hole somewhere.
Whack!! ... Whack!!
“Ouch! ... Ouch!” I heard the sound first before the sting registered. I was being paddled. Turning my head back, I could see Addie on my right and Laia on my left, each with a paddle in hand.
“You better stay in position and take your punishment,” Debbie warned. I obeyed her.
Whack!! ... Whack!!
I counted five from each girl before they passed the paddles to Tonya and Debbie. “Push your butt back more and spread your knees more,” Debbie ordered.
I did what she said as I turned my head to watch Debbie’s giant tits bounce around as she paddled me. My butt and the backs of my thighs were on fire. I stayed in position. I even arched my back, which pushed my butt up and back and exposed my hairy pussy more. A few of the strokes contacted my pussy lips and one hit my swollen clit. It hurt like hell, but I needed to be punished by them. I needed to obey.
“My God! You weren’t kidding. That’s the hairiest crotch I ever saw, on a woman or man!” Who said that? There was a new voice in the room. Laughter ensued, but it wasn’t one of the girls who said that. I turned back to my left and right, but whoever it was stood directly behind me and couldn’t see.
“Who’s there? Please ... please...” I begged. Who was this new person witnessing my humiliation?
“Shut up!” the new voice said.
My daughter enlightened me. “Ms. Connor? What are you doing here? I’m ... I’m sorry my Mom tried to ruin everything.”
Linda Connor! The cheerleading coach! I rolled over onto my side and tried to ball myself up, trying so desperately to cover my nakedness. But, thank goodness, I thought, someone was finally here to rescue us.
Walking around, she came into view holding the crop. She must have taken if from one of the girls. She had on her usual tight yoga pants, crop top and sneakers. Of course, the first thing I noticed were her thick nipples poking out.
“Thank God you’re here. They stripped us and they paddled me and...” I started to explain.
Whack!
The riding crop landed hard on my hip. “Ouch! ... Why? ... What?...”
Whack!
It landed on my left tit, below the nipple.
“I said shut the fuck up!” the coach shouted.
Whack! on my right tit. Oh well. So much for being rescued. My pussy drooled at having a new mistress humiliate me.
“We call her Duck Dynasty because of her hairy pussy.” Debbie said giggling. “And that’s Tissues!”
“Tissues? ... Oh!” Linda said, finally getting the joke. “Yes, I guess you must use plenty of tissues in your bra, seeing how small you really are.” More laughing.
“She used to,” Debbie explained, “but won’t be anymore. Isn’t that right, Tissues?”
“Y ... Yes ... I’m ... I’m not stuffing any more. No more bras or tissues for me.” Anna said, squeezing her thighs together. “Everyone’s going to see my ... see that I have no titties.” She was sinking into her humiliation, clearly aroused by it.
“How nice!” Linda responded. “Now get up!” she ordered me.
Whack! ... Whack! ... Whack!
She struck me repeatedly as I struggled to stand, my hands still cuffed to the column.
“Please ... What are you doing? Aren’t you going to help us?” I pleaded as I got into position.
“Help, yes,” She responded, “You, no! I’m going to help complete this botched initiation and put you in your place.”
She kept snapping her wrist, whacking me with the crop.
“I’m here now, have you three forgotten something?” She said, pointing the crop at Laia and Addie then whacking Tonya’s thigh. They immediately pulled their tops over their heads and off, joining Debbie whose tits were already on display. Apparently, Ms. Connor kept her teenage cheerleaders topless! How delicious! “If you pass your initiation, Tissues, you’ll have to be topless for me too.” She said to Anna.
Anna moaned, but I moaned louder. Maybe because I realized that I wasn’t getting help. Maybe because three hot sets of tits were completely exposed in addition to Debbie’s giant melons and Anna’s tiny titties. Maybe because I realized that Ms. Connor was in control of these teenage deviants. Maybe because I still had to pee.
“Get her chained the same way Tissues here is chained. Addie, get the stuff out of my trunk, its open.” Linda ordered. Addie grabbed her uniform and headed up the stairs. Tonya and Laia quickly had my hands secured over my head, behind the pole, facing my daughter by the time Addie returned with two duffle bags. She must have put her uniform on upstairs to go outside and taken it off again when she came inside since she returned in only her tiny thong.
“Linda? ... Linda?” I asked, trying to get attention. She ignored me until I addressed her properly. “Ms. Connor?”
“Yes,” she stopped whacking me for a moment.
“May I please use the bathroom? They ... Debbie won’t let me pee. I won’t try anything. I promise.”
“No!” The crop whacked my bush.
She made Debbie roll the carpet up that was under our feet. Looking at the floor she remarked, “Perfect!”
The coach walked over to my daughter, “Tissues ... Since Duck Dynasty over there spoiled your initiation there needs to be some changes. First,” she squatted down next to Anna, “no panties for you.”
“NO!!” Anna screamed squeezing her thighs together. “Please, NO! Not that! You can’t. It’s supposed to be topless only.”
Looking back at me Linda moved off to one side a bit so as not to block my view. She slid her fingers into the waistband of Anna’s soaking wet, tiny black thong below her belly button, then slid her fingers around to Anna’s hips. “Wait ... Not this way.”
She got up and retrieved a bar from her bag. It had a cuff on each end. I knew exactly what she had in mind, but Anna was clueless.
What’s ... What’s that?” Anna asked, choking back tears. She got no answer to her question.
“Tonya ... Laia...” She snapped and the girls pulled Anna’s legs open. Her toes were barely touching the floor as Ms. Connor secured Anna’s ankles to the ends of the bar, spreading her legs wide.
Squatting again on Anna’s right side, she admired her handiwork, “Much better. Scissors!” she ordered. They were immediately placed into her hand. She reached around behind Anna and grabbed the thong string on Anna’s left hip. She cut it but held the ends together. Then she positioned the scissors to cut the right string. Anna pleaded the entire time.
Linda counted down, “3... 2... 1... !” and then quickly cut the string, pulling the tiny garment away. Anna was completely naked and positioned for complete exposure.
Being a natural blonde, what little hair she had on her pussy was nearly invisible. She was virtually bald, having the slightest peach fuzz around her slit. That coupled with her small stature and non-existent chest made her appear younger than her 15 years. That is until you took her lips and clit into consideration. Her pussy lips were long, thick and dark from her arousal. They were wide open and dangling down between her legs. The wetness was obvious. But what really stood out was her clit. My little girl’s clitty is bigger than mine! Much bigger! Two inches long easily and an inch thick. It looked like a small dick poking out from under its hood. My daughter’s humiliation was mounting.
“Please...” Anna started crying, “Please don’t tell anyone ... Don’t tell anyone it’s ... it’s ... bald! Don’t tell anyone my cunny’s bald!”
Linda just gasped and squatted there open-mouthed staring at Anna’s enormous clitty.
The other girls erupted in a chorus of, “Ooooo ... how cute!” Like they were commenting on some cute little kitten. “Wait ‘till we tell everyone!”
Tonya reached out as if to touch the clitty with her fingertip, but was swatted away by Ms. Connor. “Don’t ... Not yet!”
“Oh my God, don’t tell anyone ... please ... please...” Anna was begging as each girl, in turn, leaned in for a close look at her dick-like clitty.
“Don’t worry,” Debbie said her face just inches away from Anna’s huge clitty, “We’ll figure out a way to expose it. It’s a must. We can’t keep this a secret. We won’t have to tell! Everyone’s going to see your enormous dick-clit!”
“Mmmmmmm ... Mmmmmmm...” Anna moaned and started humping air. “They’re gonna see my bald cunny? ... My thick lips? ... They’re gonna see how? ... how? ... Please ... Please don’t let them see my big, thick horny clitty...” I thought she might cum again, right then and there, but I guess the air wasn’t giving her enough friction.
I, on the other hand, was able to get some friction. I crossed my legs and squeezed my clit between my thighs trying to cum while everyone was looking at Anna. Why did she refer to her big clitty as “horny”? Did my little girl walk around aroused all day? I was right on the edge and distracted from the scene when Ms. Connor whacked my thigh with the crop just before I had my orgasm.
Whack! “Ouch!”
“Having fun?” She said, and I realized they were all looking at me and froze. I stayed still a moment and then slowly uncrossed my legs. “Get the other spreader,” she ordered.
Before long, my legs were spread wide and my soaking wet muff was in full view. Being taller than Anna, my feet were still firmly on the cement floor, but not for long.
Ms. Connor had the girls drag in two of the kitchen chairs. They lifted my spreader bar and rested it on one chair so I was hanging from my wrists, but in a sitting position with my legs spread wide. Then they positioned the other chair so I could sit on it when they gave the chain holding my wrists to the ceiling some slack. Thank God I wasn’t completely suspended from my wrists for more than a minute or so. They put a thick pillow behind my back so that I was sitting on the edge of the chair, my hairy pussy completely exposed.
“Laia! Addie! Get a foot each. Debbie! Tonya! Get her pits.” Ms. Connor continued to bark out orders. I watched the girls each grab a couple of implements: feathers, pencils, an electric toothbrush. Oh my God no. They were going to tickle me!
“No! Not that! You can’t ... I’m too ticklish ... Please don’t...” I begged them but was completely ignored as they got into position.
“Wait until I tell you.” Ms. Connor ordered. “Laia, you first. Go!”
Laia started tickling my left foot with her fingernails.
“Hahahahaha ... Hehehehehe...” I tried to wiggle my foot away, but had no give in the cuff holding my ankle to the bar.
“Addie, Go!” Ms. Connor yelled over my laughing. Addie sang the alphabet song as she drew the letters on the sole of my right foot with a pencil.
“Ohohohohooo ... Nooooo ... Hahahaha...”
Ms. Connor let them go at it for a minute or two. They switched tactics and implements. Feathers under my toes. Electric toothbrush on my sole. Q-tips. I was powerless to stop it. Finally, Ms. Connor had them stop so I could catch my breath.
I had about 30 seconds to breath before I heard Ms. Connor order, “Debbie, Tonya, Go!” The teenagers raked their nails in my armpits and across my belly.
“Hahahahaha ... Hehehehehe ... P ... Pleeeeeease...”
As Laia and Addie had done to my feet, Debbie and Tonya used various implements on my pits and belly. I could barely breathe. Again, after a couple of minutes of torture, I was given a short break.
Without warning, Ms. Connor ordered. “Everybody! Go!” and they all started in on me.
“Oh my God! ... No ... hehehehe ... please s ... s ... stop ... hahahahaha...”
Ms. Connor got behind me and reached around with two puffy feathers and started stroking my engorged nipples.
“No ... No ... Noooot theeeeereee ... hehehehehe ... hahahaha ... Not M ... My n-n-n-nipples ... p ... pleeeeeease ... They’re soooooo ... So ... Tickliiiiiiisssshhhh ... hahahahaha...”
“Everybody stop!” she shouted. The girls all stopped, but Ms. Connor continued to tickle torture my sensitive nipples.
I was able to catch my breath a bit and focus on what Ms. Connor was doing to my sensitive nipples. They never felt so tight and swollen, never so tingly.
“Uhhhh ... Huhhhh ... mmmm ... No ... Please ... hehehe...”
“God! She’s so wet!” Laia shouted. “She loves having her nipples tickled!”
“Noooo ... Noooooo ... I can’t ... hehehehe”
I couldn’t laugh any more. I got into a rhythm of breathing deeply and moaning as Ms. Connor kept up the relentless teasing of my sensitive nipples. Then all of a sudden...
“Go!”
And the four-way tickling resumed on top of the nipple stimulation.
“Hahahahaha ... hehehehehe ... hahahaha...” I was back to laughing uncontrollably. It was all too much.
“Please ... hehehehehe ... I ... I ... hahahaha...”
I couldn’t take it any longer. My bladder gave way and a strong stream of yellow pee erupted from my hairy pussy down between my legs and splashed on the cement floor.
They all screamed and hooted as they kept up the tickling onslaught.
“AAAhhhhhaaahhhhh ... hehehe...” I kept laughing and moaning as they all kept tickling as my bladder erupted.
“Oh my God! Mom! Stop! You’re so embarrassing!” I heard my daughter screaming at me. She was embarrassed? Imagine how I felt.
The stream finally slowed to a trickle, then a drop, then stopped completely. Ms. Connor yelled for the tickling to stop. Catching my breath, I noticed that my pee all ran along the floor to a spot between the two columns where there was a drain. I realized that Ms. Connor knew all along that she was going to make me pee. That’s why she had the carpet rolled up. She must have noticed the drain, too.
I was totally humiliated, but never so horny in my life. Now that my bladder was relieved, I needed to cum in the worst way. I need them all to see me cum. See what a humiliation slut I’d become. That’s what I became – a humiliation slut, and I didn’t fully realize it until that moment.
“Addie get a bucket of water to wash her pee down the drain. Tonya, take the bar off the chair, but leave her ankles and wrists cuffed as they are. Debbie, take the pillow away so she can sit on the chair right. Laia, get a wet towel and clean Duck Dynasty’s beard.” Laughing, the girls moved to obey their coach.
Ms. Connor leaned into my ear and said softly, “I see what this is doing to you. Don’t worry. We’re not done with you yet. I know you need to cum, right in front of me and the girls. Right in front of your horny little humiliation-slut daughter. She’s just like you, you know.”
All I could do was moan in response. When the girls were done, I sat in the chair. My wrists high above my head. My legs spread. Completely naked and humiliated in front of my daughter who could only look at me with a disgusted look on her face.
“I’m sorry ... I...” I started to apologize.
“Just don’t ... Don’t say anything.” She interrupted. I obeyed.
We just looked at each other. I’m not sure exactly what was going through her mind, but mine was racing.
Chapter 7
How did Ms. Connor know what this tickling and humiliation would do to me? How did she know how I would react to seeing my daughter’s humiliation? I didn’t know myself until tonight, until they stripped and humiliated me. They made fun of my hairy pussy. Oh God! I hope they don’t call me Duck Dynasty in front of others at the games. How will I explain that? The thought made my nipples tight and my clit tingle.
I was tickled mercilessly until I peed in front of them all. My pussy had to be cleaned by a teenager. I was brought to the brink of orgasm, but not allowed to cum. Not allowed! My legs were kept open by the spreader bar, completely exposing my hairy aroused pussy. I couldn’t make myself cum. But Ms. Connor said she wasn’t done with me yet. Is she going to let me cum? Make me do it in front of all the girls?
And, Oh My God! Anna ... Tissues ... Ms. Connor is right. She’s just like me. Mother and daughter. Two hopeless humiliation sluts exposed and treated like play things by teenage cheerleaders and their beautiful young coach. Tissues had been stripped naked, had all her humiliating secrets exposed. Her flat chest, thick sensitive nipples, bald mound, thick pussy lips and huge horny clitty all completely exposed. Promises were made to further expose her humiliation at her school, maybe others. She came in front of all of us, humping the air as her sensitive nipples were tickled.
I’m sure she felt exactly as I did. I both hated and loved what was happening. I needed more and she did too. I could see her thick clitty throbbing.
Ms. Connor continued barking out orders and the girls obeyed. Again, she whispered some of her commands so we couldn’t hear. Girls went up and down the stairs. Furniture was moved around. Drinks were made and consumed. Our futon was dragged between Anna and I and opened flat.
“Take those panties off!” She ordered and the cheerleaders obeyed. Four cute little bald pussies were quickly exposed.
Ms. Connor came to the foot of the futon, kicked off her sneakers and pulled her top over her head, exposing her perfect tits and gorgeous long nipples. She shimmied out of her yoga pants and we were all naked. Her body was perfect in every way. She stood in front of me cupped her breasts, spread her legs and stretched. Obviously, she enjoyed showing off and I enjoyed the show! She had a perfect little pussy. Shaved bald, of course, and perfectly shaped lips and small clit. I was breathing heavily.
She laid on her back on the futon, giving me and Tissues a side view from her left and right. “Debbie, come show them why you’re the head cheerleader!” She said as she spread her legs wide.
Debbie crawled onto the futon and dove right into Ms. Connor’s pussy, making her moan deeply. A lewd scene unfolded right before our eyes and one by one, Ms. Connor had the girls service her. I lost count of the number of orgasms she had, each girl making her cum more than once. She made the two juniors - Laia and Addie - lick her asshole, as well. That really made her cum hard and made my clit tingle. She cleaned herself off after she had her fill.
Every time I looked up at Tissues, her eyes were riveted to the scene in front of her. She was licking her lips and trying to squeeze her thighs together. I’m sure she’d be cumming over and over had the spreader bar not been preventing her from rubbing her clit with her thighs.
“Don’t worry,” She said looking at Tissues, “You’ll get your turn to service me.”
She said pointing at the cheerleaders, “Nobody’s going anywhere until we’re all satisfied.” The girls erupted in a chorus of oohs and ahhhs, rubbing their tits and pussies. I hoped she included me as one who would be satisfied. I needed it. But watching the girls service Ms. Connor surfaced another need from deep inside me. I needed to service her, serve her, obey her. God! What happened to me?
Ms. Connor put on one of my flowery bath robes that she had the girls bring down earlier. Everyone else stayed naked. Being the only one dressed, even in something as skimpy as a bath robe, showed her superiority over everyone in the room. She was in my house, but she was dominating me. I was a humiliated slave in my own home. She tied the belt and started giving orders again.
Tissues was chained lying on her back on the futon, arms pulled above her head and secured to the column. Then the spreader bar was pulled back and chained to the same column, pulling her knees up and back until her butt was a couple of inches off the futon. Her clitty was sticking straight up and I had a clear view to her wide-open pussy and pink little winking asshole. They kept me chained up just as I was.
Ms. Connor came up behind me and whispered in my ear, “This’ll be good. You’re gonna love this, but not as much as Tissues here.” Then out loud to the girls, “Go get her!”
The cheerleaders pounced, each attacking a different part of Tissues’ hyper-sensitive skin with fingers and various tickling implements. Feet and toes, armpits, ribs, belly button, behind the knees were all tickled mercilessly as the naked cheerleaders attacked.
“Nooooohohoho ... Hahahahahahaha ... Hehehehehe ... Not that!”
I was conflicted in my feelings. I felt bad for Tissues, but enjoyed watching her humiliation. I was disappointed that I couldn’t help tickle her, but more disappointed that it wasn’t me being tickled. The one constant was my need to cum. I was never so horny and could do nothing to quench that thirst.
“Hahahaha ... hehehehe ... p ... p ... please ... stohohohoooop...”
I watched as Tissues was tormented, not only by the relentless tickling, but because of her utter exposure and the way her body was reacting. The girls seemed to purposely avoid tickling her erogenous zones. Her flat tits, long thick nipples, swollen pussy lips and enormous clit were in full view. They were totally exposed and available to be tickled, yet the girls avoided them, though they came extremely close. Her belly was tickled from the bottoms of her nearly non-existent tits to her bald mound, just above her clit hood. Her inner thighs were tickled right up to the tops but just short of her pussy. Her bottom cheeks and ass crack were tickled, but they avoided tickling her cute pink little asshole.
God help me, but I hoped they would start tickling those places soon. I had to see her endure that humiliation. Had to see what it would do to her. I watched her nipples stretched to their max, dark and engorged. I watched her pussy lips swell and darken, soaking wet. I watched her giant clitty throbbing in the air. I watched her little asshole winking. They were all begging for attention, but received none.
Ms. Connor was whispering in my ear the whole while, “This is all your fault, you know ... She’s enduring all of this because of your interference ... The whole school is going to see her tiny little titties ... Call her tissues ... They’re all going to see her bald cunny, thick lips and huge clitty ... Somehow ... You know ... I told them not to tickle her tiny little titties yet ... Told them not to tickle her pussy yet ... They will ... Just not yet ... And the best, I’m saving for myself...”
She brushed a long pointy feather under my nose, “I’m going to take this pointy feather and use it to tickle the innermost crevice of that cute pink little asshole!”
I was panting, “Oh God! ... Do it to her ... Please ... Please tickle it...”
“I will,” she whispered, “But you have to say it out loud, so everyone can hear.”
“I ... I ... I ca ... can’t ... Don’t make me ... Please...”
“Give her a rest!” The coach shouted and the girls stopped their onslaught. Tissues tried to catch her breath. “Duck Dynasty here has something to say.”
“Please...” I stammered at first, “I ... need ... what ... please ... she...” I don’t know what came upon me all of a sudden, but I found my voice and shouted out, “Tickle her everywhere! Tickle her little titties and nipples! Tickle her pussy and horny clitty! Tickle her asshole! Tickle her ‘till she cums!” I almost came myself.
“Mom! Nooooo! What are you saying? Please, tell them no!” My daughter begged and tugged on her bonds. I just sat there panting, staring at my humiliation-slut daughter, hoping I’d get my turn.
I think even Ms. Connor was a bit taken aback by the outburst. She gasped and stared open-mouthed at me as she walked over to the futon.
“Well, well,” She said crawling onto the futon between Tissues’ legs, careful not to block my view. “We must listen to Mommy, now mustn’t we? But we’ll do it sloooooowly.”
She used her left hand on Tissues’ right butt cheek, spreading her wide as she ran the tip of the feather from the top of her crack toward my daughter’s pink little asshole.
“N ... N ... No!!!” Tissues begged.
All the girls came around to get a good view as the feather found its target and Ms. Connor wiggled the tip in the center of Tissues’ asshole.
“Ahhhhh ... It’s soooo ticklish ... hehehe...” My daughter chuckled. I could see her pink little pucker winking as she tried to move her hips around to avoid the tickling sensation.
The coach worked on Tissues’ asshole for a minute or two before starting to have the others slowly pile on.
“Tonya, Addie! Tickle those tiny little titties!”
“No! ... Please don’t! ... They’re so sensitive! ... Hahahaha ... Hehehehe...”
Tonya grabbed two puffy feathers and brushed them over my daughter’s chest while Addie used a long pointy feather to attack the nipples. She used the tip to tickle the ends and then ran the edge of the feather around the sides of the nipples.
Tissues lost her will to fight and started to tire. What started as laughter, soon changed to moans. She fell into a rhythm of breathing heavily, moaning with each exhale. Her hips rocked back and forth with the same rhythm.
He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, “Ooooooohhhhhh...” Inhaled, exhaled, “Mmmmmmmmmmmm...” Inhaled, exhaled, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...” and continued.
Ms. Connor then got Laia into the action, “Laia, those puffy pussy lips need some attention.” To which Laia grabbed a puffy feather in one hand and a pointy feather in the other to attack the lips.
Tissues had a brief spasm at first before falling back into rhythm, “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh...”
“Debbie, as head cheerleader you get the honor of tickling that gorgeous clitty!” Ms. Connor said.
“With pleasure,” the head cheerleader responded as she grabbed two pointy feathers and attacked Tissues’ long, thick clitty. She passed them up and down the sides, over the top and under the underside, then over the engorged head and back again.
Tissues was in another world, “Mmmmmmmmm ... Mmmmmmmm ... Ahhhhhhhh...”
“Faster, tickle faster and harder,” Ms. Connor ordered and the girls obeyed.
Tissues breathed and moaned faster and faster in response to the steady increase in sensation, until she arched her back, stopped breathing and froze for a moment. Then she released a guttural moan unlike anything I ever heard come out of a human as thick white liquid squirted out of her pussy. She moaned again as another, thicker squirt exited her pussy. The girls and Ms. Connor kept up the tickling as a couple more eruptions escaped and they all cheered as the spasms died down.
I needed release now more than ever. I’d heard rumors that women could ejaculate, but didn’t believe it. Now I witnessed it firsthand as my totally humiliated daughter was mercilessly tickled until she ejaculated.
When the spasms finally stopped, Tissues sobbed, “What’s happening? I’m so embarrassed! Mommy? Ms. Connor? Is it over now? Please!”
“You came and squirted, Tissues. Right in front of everyone. How humiliating! Girls, unchain her. Just keep her wrists chained to the column,” Ms. Connor ordered and, in a flash, it was done. Tissues just lay there sobbing.
“Now what are we going to do with Mommy Ducky here?” Ms. Connor said teasingly as she and four beautiful naked cheerleaders looked over at me.
Chapter 8
The scene was familiar. Ms.Connor barked out the orders and the cheerleaders quickly obeyed. Before long, Tissues was standing again, wrists cuffed and secured with her arms stretched out high over her head. Her long, thick nipples remained hard as rocks. They left the spreader bar on her, keeping her legs spread wide and putting her dangling lips and gigantic clit in perfect view. She had to stay on her toes to keep the pressure off of her wrists. Her juices were clearly running down her inner thighs, half-way to her knees.
They re-positioned the futon so I could lay on it and secured me to my column by my wrists, using a chain so that I may be turned either on my front or back, which they tested by rolling me over several times. No other restraints were used and I had a lot of freedom of motion, which puzzled me.
When everything was arranged, Ms. Connor announced, “Time to cancel Duck Dynasty! Scissors, please!”
Laia handed her the scissors, which were apparently taken from my bathroom at some point. I was speechless. I thought they’d want to keep me hairy to humiliate me, but I was wrong.
“Lay on your back and pull your knees up to your chest.” Ms. Connor ordered and I obeyed. “Spread your legs wide,” again I complied. “I wouldn’t move if I were you. I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to slip and cut your clitty off.” The girls erupted in laughter.
I tried to lay still, but I had trouble holding my legs up in that position without use of my hands. Ms. Connor had the solution. “Laia! Addie! Hold her legs in place.” They each grabbed a leg and soon they were pulled wider and further back than I could ever do on my own. I was completely exposed!
Ms. Connor placed a towel under my butt and started clipping. Of course, she had to keep touching my pussy lips, clit and asshole with her left hand as she clipped with the right sending shock waves throughout my body. The position I was in allowed me a perfect view of the proceedings and my arousal was clear as more and more of by engorged clit and pussy lips came into view.
Once she was satisfied that she could clip no more with the scissors, she asked for and received shaving cream and a razor. She had Tonya spread the shaving cream on my pussy and asshole, carefully instructing her not to make me cum. She added, “You’ll be sorry if you cum without my permission!”
Her saying that almost made me cum. Did she mean just today, just while they were shaving me? Or would I need her permission from now on? The thought had me drooling. How did I let this young coach get me under her thumb like this?
The razor was applied next, first to my thighs, then from just under my belly button where my muff started and down. As my hair was removed, I could feel the coolness of the air and the warmth of Ms. Connor’s breath all over my crotch. She kept rubbing to see if she shaved me close enough. Not satisfied that she could stretch my skin tight enough, she had Debbie and Tonya help spread my skin out.
“I can’t get her hairy asshole shaved right in this position,” She said as she leaned back, “Turn her over.” Laia and Addie quickly complied.
“Get up on your knees with your legs spread wide ... Push your ass out ... more! ... More!” She slapped my ass hard with the last command. I spread myself as far as I could. Not satisfied, she had Debbie and Tonya pull my cheeks wide apart. I can only imagine the sight I was making for my daughter as she watched my denuding. God! I needed to cum so bad.
Finally, she was satisfied that I was as bald as I possibly could be. “Now keep it that way!” Ms. Connor commanded me as she lightly stroked my smooth mound, “Don’t ever let me feel any stubble on your horny pussy!”
I responded without even thinking, “Yes, Ms. Connor ... I’ll keep it totally bald.” Would she check it? Inspect my horny pussy to make sure I kept it bald as she asked? Would she check it in front of others? Check it during the games in front of the students and other mothers? Would she punish me if it was too stubbly? I needed to find out. I didn’t have to wait too long for her to tease me further.
“Wear short skirts and no panties to the games from now on, so I can check you.” Ms. Connor said casually.
I was drooling and I’m sure I was making a wet spot on the futon. I could feel my juices run down my thighs and pool around my knees. When was she going to let me cum? “I’ll dress as you asked,” I replied, and I’m not sure where this came from, “Maybe the cheerleaders can take me shopping so I buy the right clothes?”
A chorus rang out from the girls, “Of course we will!” “We’ll dress you so slutty!” “I know the perfect place!” “She needs slutty shoes too!” and on and on...
“Turn her back over.” Ms. Connor brought the girls back to order. Laia and Addie obeyed, as she continued, “The girls are going to tickle you now. They’ll tickle you all over and I’m sure they’ll all want a turn to tickle that horny bald pussy of yours. But, remember you’re not allowed to cum, so if you feel you’re about to cum, let them know.”
All I could manage in response was, “AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmK!”
“Go!” Ms. Connor shouted and the girls pounced. They went right for my tits, pussy and asshole. My newly bald pussy and asshole were so ticklish. They took turns, turning me over and over, spreading me wide.
It took less than a minute for me to call out, “I”m gonna cum!!” They stopped for about 30 seconds and I tried to catch my breath.
Before I totally recovered, Ms. Connor called out, “Go!” and they pounced again. This went on and on and I soon lost count of the number of times I was brought to the edge. Each time, the girls were getting better and better at taking their time to bring me to the edge, and I was waiting longer and longer, almost daring myself to have them make me cum. Not only to finally have my release, but to see what punishment Ms. Connor had for naughty girls who cum without permission.
Eventually they started sitting on my face as they tickled me. Without pause, I licked them. One by one. Pussies. Assholes. White. Black. Hispanic. Their juices were all over my face as they came on me over and over. Tonya’s pussy lips and asshole were black as night.
During my ordeal, I almost forgot that my daughter was chained naked a few feet away watching my abject humiliation at the hands of her girlfriends. After the girls had their share of orgasms and slowed down, Tissues could no longer be a silent observer.
“She needs a spanking! Spank her!” She called out.
The girls stopped tickling and stared at Tissues open-mouthed.
Ms. Connor, not one to pass on a perfect opportunity, answered, “You’re right. She does deserve a spanking. But so do you for being a pathetic bald, flat-chested humiliation slut. So, here’s what we’re going to do.”
She turned to the cheerleaders, “Keep her on the edge!” She commanded and the girls quickly returned to their tickling. They learned from their experience and quickly had me on the edge of orgasm, moaning as their coach stated the rules of my spanking.
“OK, Tissues, you get to make the decisions about your Mother’s spanking. Whatever you say, we will do to her,” I was writhing, trying to get more friction on my pussy from the feathers and cum, but the girls wouldn’t allow it.
“BUT!!” she continued, “whatever you order for your Mom, you get double. And you better make it good, or we’ll all spank you worse than you could ever imagine.”
“I don’t care!” Tissues answered quickly, “I deserve it for being so pathetic.” Her clit throbbed as she began thinking about our spankings. “Start with the paddle on her naked ass, give her 10!”
“Are you sure?” Ms. Connor replied, “That means you get 20...”
“Oh! Wait ... No...” Tissues reconsidered, “Give her 20! I’ll take my 40.”
“Ooooooooo ... I can’t wait to expose their punished butts!” Debbie called out, her big titties bouncing wildly as she jumped and clapped. “You’re going to be so humiliated when everyone knows that you got spanked!”
“You can’t expose me!” I begged, “I’m an adult! A mother! Anna ... I mean, Tissues! Tell them no!”
They just laughed in response as I laid there, hopelessly horny. Teenage girl cum all over my face. How ridiculous I must have sounded.
The girls got me back into position, on my knees, legs spread, butt out.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The paddles rang out on my exposed bottom from both sides. “Get her thighs, so you can see how red she is when we put her in short skirts tomorrow,” Debbie ordered.
Crack! Crack! As the paddles moved down my thighs, making contact with my engorged, bald pussy lips and clit, making me howl and cry.
No sooner had I gotten my 20, did they start in on Tissues. Debbie and Tonya just grabbed her legs and pulled her feet up over her head so her tiny bottom was exposed.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The paddle rang out, only this time, it was my daughter’s turn to howl and cry. Laia and Addie showed no mercy and paddled her bottom and thighs thoroughly. Tissues shrieked when the paddle contacted her pussy and clit. She took her 40 swats and Debbie and Tonya let her feet back down to the floor. My daughter looked me in the eye angrily as she cried in her restraints.
“Her tits,” She managed when she caught her breath. “Slap her tits and nipples with the riding crop. Five on each!”
I was turned over on my back. This time, Laia and Addie held my ankles while Debbie and Tonya took turns with the crop on my tits. The crop stung my nipples and made me cry out. Once I had taken my five swats on each tit, Debbie and Tonya turned on Tissues.
She was already in a perfect position to have her flat tits and engorged nipples punished, and she had to take ten on each. Since Tissues was in a standing position, she was perfectly placed for the girls to strike down on her nipples with the crop, which they did mercilessly making my daughter scream. She was sobbing uncontrollably when they finished.
“Show me what else you have to punish with.” Tissues asked. Ms. Connor gladly showed her various implements and explained how they might be used and what body parts they were good to use on.
Ms. Connor picked up a leather flogger that had about a dozen thin leather straps on it. “This is perfect for punishing bald horny pussies!” She said as she twirled the flogger, striking the palm of her hand. “It will hurt, but knowing your Mom, it might make her cum too. We have to be careful.”
I moaned. “MMMmmmmmm ... Nooooooo ... Oooooooo...”
“Oh my God!” Tissues answered, humping the air. “Do it to her. Punish her bald pussy with it. Punish it until she’s ready to cum. Make her tell you to stop like you did when you tickled her!”
“You heard her,” Ms. Connor ordered. “Turn her over and get her legs spread ... Wider ... Pull her knees back further.”
Ms. Connor wielded the flogger as I was held in position by Tonya and Debbie. She twirled it in the air and slowly inched it closer to my swollen pussy until the tips of the straps began to make contact. It hurt like hell, and I didn’t think I could ever get close to cumming this way.
However, Ms. Connor knew what to do. She slowly moved the flogger closer so that it was making more direct contact with my pussy lips and clit. I moaned as it slapped me over and over. It was a perfect rhythm and soon I was moaning... “Oooohhhhhh ... Mmmmmmmmmm ... Ahhhaahaaahaaa...” and then as I approached my much-needed orgasm, “Stop! I’m gonna cum!”
But Ms. Connor didn’t stop. She kept slapping, increasing her pace. “Are you sure?” She purred, “Or are you just trying to end your punishment early?”
“Please,” I begged “I’m gonna cum. Please, I don’t want to disobey you ... hooohooohooo ... Mmmmmmmm”
I was one or two swats from going uncontrollably over the edge when she stopped. She waited a few seconds and then gave me a few hard swats directly on my clit, which brought me back down quickly.
I looked up to see attention turned to Tissues. Again, Debbie and Tonya pulled her legs up and back. However this time Laia and Addie lifted her bottom up and out, while spreading her even further. My goodness, she was about as exposed as possible. Her lips were wide open, showing her soaking wet pink inner pussy. Her long, thick clit was sticking straight out.
“I won’t cum,” Tissues panted, “I promise.”
“Oh, but dear dear Tissues,” Ms. Connor teased while holding my daughter by the chin, “We can’t double not cumming. So you get punished until you cum!”
She backed up and started twirling the flogger, inching closer and closer to Tissues’ pussy, just as she had to mine. How could I be thinking what I was thinking. How could a Mother want her daughter’s pussy punished? How could she want her to humiliate herself by cumming from her punishment? But, that’s exactly what I felt.
The tips of the flogger finally made contact, perfectly with Tissues’ clitty. But Tissues didn’t scream. She moaned in pleasure. “AHH! Ahhhhhhhaaahaaahaaa” she moaned as her clitty was struck over and over. Soon the flogger was hitting full on her pussy. Ms. Connor swung it slower than she did for my pussy, but harder. Crack! ... Crack! ... Crack! ... it rang out over and over.
“Ohhhhhhh ... Mmmmmmm ... DON’T STOP!!!...” Tissues called out. She thust her hips forward to meet the flogger, froze silently for two or three swats and ejected a thick stream from her cunny that landed on my belly, mound and legs. “AAAAHHHHHHHH ... AHHHHHHHH ... AHHHHHHH...” She screamed as three more spurts erupted from her teenage pussy. Ms. Connor slowly slowed her swatting as the waves of Tissues’ orgasm subsided.
Tissues was given a few minutes to calm down. I thought the girls might wipe my daughter’s cum off me, but they left me drenched with it.
“I think we’re nearing the end of our extended initiation here...” Ms. Connor started.
“Wait!” Tissues interrupted. “I’m sorry, Ms. Connor, but I don’t think my Mother has been punished enough yet.”
“Oh?”
“Her asshole. She needs her asshole punished.” Tissues said, looking me right in the eye.
“I see.” Ms. Connor responded. “That’s kind of a tight spot. We can use the cane or a light whip. It’s going to be painful.”
“I don’t care. Use the cane. Then ... Well ... She needs ... Can ... Can you ... put something in it? To tease her?”
“Of course! I have just the thing,” Ms. Connor responded reaching into her bags and pulling out a string of large anal beads. “What about these?”
“No ... Please ... I’ll cum ... I’ll cum if you use those on me.” I begged.
“You better not!” My daughter scolded me. “You’ll take five from the cane then those balls,” being naive of what the anal beads are called, “up your asshole. And you better not cum.”
“Dear, dear Tissues. Please be careful. Remember that you will get 10 strokes of the cane on your most sensitive spot. I’m not sure how you will take to the beads after such punishment. Maybe we should...”
“I DON’T CARE!” Tissues shouted, “You said that I get to decide and that’s my decision.”
“OK ... You heard her. Get Duck Dy ... I mean baldy into position. Get her legs back behind her head and her knees spread so we can get to her asshole properly. Debbie and Tonya hold her legs there. Addie, Laia, spread her cheeks.
“Oh God, No!” I begged as the put me into position, “You can’t. Not on my asshole. Don’t spread me so wide. You’ll kill me. It’s going to tear me up. I’m begging you...” Crack!
I was silenced for a moment by the pain of the first stroke of the cane. Ms. Connor was slightly off and the cane struck to the left side of my asshole. “Ooowwwwwwweeee...” I then screamed.
The second was off center to the right a bit and I howled immediately. Ms. Connor waited a half a minute or more before three quick strokes struck dead center on my exposed, sensitive asshole. The pain was intense and I yelled out, crying loudly when it was finally over.
I was held in position as I felt what I thought was some soothing cream spread over my tortured asshole. I quickly found out that it wasn’t exactly cream, but lube for the beads. One by one Ms. Connor inserted the beads. I moaned and nearly came from each one, even though the pain of the cane was still fresh. Ms. Connor sensed my continued arousal and took her time as she inserted all 10 beads.
“Listen up, Baby,” She purred in my ear. “The usual plan for these is to pull them out quickly, causing an intense orgasm. But, you’re not allowed to cum, so I’m going to pull them out slowly to tease you. I’m not going to stop until they’re all out. Don’t you dare cum.”
“I’ll try...”
I nearly came as the first bead was pulled out. Ms. Connor waited about ten seconds between each of the next four beads, each of which nearly made me cum. “Please ... I can’t ... Can’t stop it ... I’m trying...”
Ms. Connor looked me in the eye, gritted her teeth and pulled the remaining five beads out in one slow pull. “Ahhhhahhhhhahhhhahhh...”
“Don’t you dare!” She ordered. I don’t know how, but I obeyed. It took me a couple of minutes to come off the edge. The girls didn’t move me at all. They kept me spread wide and open as I returned from the edge. I could feel my clit, pussy lips and asshole throbbing in unison, begging for release, but none came.
“Good girl,” Ms. Connor praised me as she playfully slapped my thigh.
As she turned toward Tissues, I could hear my daughter panting in anticipation of the punishment that was to come.
“I won’t be able to get to her asshole properly with her secured this way. Release her. You’ll just have to hold her in position. Get the chair for baldy so we can put Tissues on the futon.” She ordered and it was done.
My daughter was held in a position similar to the one I was put in for my anal punishment, but she is younger and more limber, so her legs could be pulled back and apart further. Her bottom is much less fleshy than mine, so when her cheeks were parted I could see that even her tight little asshole was a bit open. I thought that in that position she might be able to see her own asshole, or be close to seeing it anyway.
I think she started having some second thoughts. “Not so hard,” She pleaded, “Ms. Connor, please. My asshole.”
“Nonsense,” came the reply as the first crack of the cane rang out from my daughter’s tight little asshole.
“Oooowwwweeee...” Tissues cried. “I can’t ... Please ... that’s enough.”
The red line that was left from the cane suggested that Ms. Connor, like with me, missed to the left at first. I thought then that she was doing this on purpose.
Crack! A second shriek and second red line arose, this time to the right of center.
Crack! Crack! Two quick strokes landed right on top of the prior two, one to the left and one to the right of center. Tissues was crying loudly now and wiggling wildly, making it difficult for the girls to hold her in place.
Ms. Connor waited a minute or so and Tissues begged when she regained her voice. “Please. No more. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Mommy. Make them stop. Please.”
I felt badly for her, but only for a moment. After all, she insisted on my humiliating and painful punishment, knowing full well what she would get in return. “I ... I can’t ... I’m sorry, Baby.” I said, feeling a bit guilty, but also knowing that what I said made no difference anyway. But what really made me feel most guilty was my arousal.
Crack! Crack! Two strokes fell directly on the center of Tissues’ spread asshole. She didn’t cry out, but panted loudly, “Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh”
Another break in the action was followed by the final four strokes. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Right on the center of my daughter’s pink, little asshole. She was sobbing loudly now.
Now it was time for my daughter’s tight virgin asshole to be violated by the beads. The anticipation had me dripping. Would she cum on them? I hoped so. I wanted her to humiliate herself by cumming as her caned asshole was spread wide and snapped shut over and over by the beads.
Ms. Connor applied the lube liberal on Tissues’ virgin asshole before spoiling her anal virginity by inserting her middle finger all the way up my daughter’s punished asshole.
“Oh ... oh ... mmmmm ... that feels soooo gooooood...” She moaned.
On one hand I couldn’t believe that my daughter would feel any pleasure in a place that was so viciously tortured. On the other hand, I nearly came myself under similar circumstances.
Ms. Connor slowly pulled her finger out and started inserting the beads.
“Mmmmmmmm ... Mmmmmmm ... Mmmmmmmm...” Tissues moaned as each bead was inserted. “It hurts so much, but feels so good! Please ... I need to cum again...”
“Hold on a minute,” Ms. Connor said, leaving the beads inside my daughter, “Tonya, Debbie, get Mom back on the futon. Leave her hands cuffed.” She continued to give instructions until I was on my back on the futon with my hands still cuffed to the column. Tissues was completely unsecured. The girls spread my legs wide, and moved Tissues toward me so that her right leg was on top of my left and my right leg was over her left. Our pussies were a few inches apart. I don’t know if my daughter understood what was happening, but I did. They were going to make us hump pussies together.
“Now wait until I say so...” Ms. Connor instructed as she started to pull the beads out of Tissues’ asshole.
“Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhohhh ... It’s going to happen again...” My daughter moaned as she started to cum.
When the last bead fell out, Ms. Connor yelled “Now!”
Addie and Laia pulled on her ankles, and our pussies came together. Tissues was humping wildly as she came and I felt her ejaculation spalsh against my pussy.
All she could do was moan as her pussy rubbed roughly against mine, “MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...”
I felt her hard, thick clity rubbing against mine and heard Ms. Connor say in my ear, “You can cum now.”
I lost all sense of reality and my body took over as it sought it’s long awaited release. I humped my daughter’s pussy back for all I was worth. I kept repeating, “Oh my God! Oh my God!” as my pussy ground its way toward release.
“I can’t stop cumming!” Tissues yelled as she pushed herself into me. I felt her clit enter my pussy. My daughter was clit-fucking me! I used my pussy muscles and squeezed her clit as it fucked me.
I humped my daughter back for all I was worth, jamming her clit as far into my wide-open pussy as it would go. “I’m gonna cum! Here I go ... Mmmmmmmmmmmm...” My orgasm hit like a sledge hammer and wave after wave swept over me as her clit entered me, mine then entered her, our clits then rubbed against each other. We wildly humped each other for what seemed like hours until the waves of our orgasms subsided.
Tissues came to her senses first and pulled away.
“What happened? I’m so embarrassed. Mommy?” She said.
“Don’t worry, Baby.” I responded, “We’ll be OK. Please, uncuff me now?” I asked.
“OK.” Ms. Connor broke in as my cuffs were undone. “I think we’ve had enough for one evening. All of you girls have been drinking, so no driving tonight. You all can crash down here. Try to get some sleep, no fucking all night!”
The girls moaned in response.
“Me and Mommy will crash in her room.” The coach continued. “We have a big day tomorrow. We need to go shopping for Tissues’ new revealing uniforms and Mommy’s slutty clothes.”
“Oh my God!” I gasped, “You were serious?” My pussy tingled as I watched Tissues’ hand drop down to stroke her clitty.
The End
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