Naked on Summer Vacation Slut Summer SchoolChapter 19
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It was fairly obvious they had a conversation before I entered the trailer about the goals of Slut Summer School and Honey having a new name for the duration. The problem was that half of them hadn’t paid attention and the other half didn’t really believe it was anything more than a joke. My mom had reiterated that we were there to work and that we were working on new attitudes. She had to tell them we had new names to go with those new attitudes but over the laughter and gawking most people just weren’t paying attention to what she tried to tell them.
I scrubbed and cleaned the disgusting trailer filled with grime completely nude. I bent over and kept my legs apart even though I knew boys were looking between my parted legs, and they could see the bikini I had stuffed inside of me. It actually felt pretty good.
I was used to having something shoved up my ass, and I felt a little guilty not wearing my butt plug. My mom made it very clear that I was doing this of my own free will and that she was not training me. I guess I had always been training of my own free will, though. I could have refused to obey her at any time before this ever began.
Anytime I cleaned in the living room area is when I got the most pinches. The men of the house pinched my butt and sometimes my tits.
“Stop encouraging the men to play with your ass and focus on cleaning, slut,” My mom complained.
She didn’t call me Sugar, but she didn’t call me Blair either. She was getting touched on the butt more frequently than I was. There was no stopping the pinches, pokes, and stares in the crowded single-wide trailer. I think she just wanted to let me know she was watching me.
She made it sound like I was encouraging the touching to avoid cleaning. I probably was since I was naked and bending over any chance I could. I don’t know why I was acting like an extrovert around these trailer trash people. I knew several of them from school and yet I acted totally incorrigible.
The training my mother had given me had taught me not to bite someone’s head off if they dared poke my butt with their finger.
I found it interesting that old men liked to play with me, and younger boys were fascinated by my mom’s swinging jugs. The bathing suit she had one didn’t do much to hide her modesty, and when she bent over, it was apparent she had a butt plug in her ass too.
Honey ignored me while I cleaned up. I tried to get her attention and share in one of our side jokes. We frequently made each other laugh when we were cleaning houses together. There was something thrilling about sharing the humiliations together that made them infinitely more bearable.
Yet, Honey wouldn’t even look up at me. She reminded me of a prize pig with her huge tits pressed to the tile floor as she scrubbed on her knees.
“What is that thing in your butt?” one of her little brothers asked sheepishly as he approached her. He could see the steel rim of her butt plug between the parted crack of her ass in her swimsuit. I knew his name was Donny.
“What is up YOUR butt, Sir?” she reached up and tickled him playfully.
“No, really! That metal thing! What is that?” he asked.
Honey sighed and asked him to pull it out so he could find out what it was.
“No way, you’ll fart on my finger!” Donny ran away, chuckling. It was one of many constant distractions she had to endure while she was on the ground.
I wanted to laugh along with her because she seemed amused by the entire spectacle of us cleaning the way we were. I thought it was probably humiliating on some level, but Honey appeared to take the constant teasing all in stride. Honey pretended I didn’t exist.
The door to the trailer opened. The kids ran in and out all day long, so that wasn’t surprising. However, this time Candy and her mother Liz walked into the living room. They were soaked in sweat, and their warm skin had been kissed by the sun after they mowed and trimmed the backyard. Kiwi was with them. He told my mother he was bringing them inside for a drink of water.
“That’s fine,” my mom shrugged.
“Wait? Why is SHE naked?” Candy stopped when she saw that I was cavorting around the trailer completely naked. She looked upset with me. I didn’t want her to think that I was trying to ruin things for Honey the way I had for her with her brothers. The look on her face suggested she felt that is what I was doing now.
I was about to explain that I was just trying to help. I honestly didn’t know why I was doing what I was doing. I didn’t think my mom would accept me back in training, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it again anyway.
“You didn’t say WE could work naked, Ma’am?” Candy looked sheepishly at my mother like she was upset she hadn’t been informed that was an option. Candy put her thumbs in her waistband and stepped out of her swimsuit.
“Yeah, if you don’t want to get your swimsuit dirty. Mrs. Simmons doesn’t mind if you work naked, but you are going to have to go back and mow the front yard,” My mom said it as if cleaning house in the nude were as mundane as removing a jacket when it gets warm.
“Your neighbors won’t mind, Ma’am?” Candy had her top off by this point and was wadding up her itty-bitty bathing suit. She asked Mrs. Simmons if it would be fine to do yard work naked.
“I think they might stare,” Mrs. Simmons shrugged as if it was not a big deal to her.
“Oh, is that all?” Mandy smiled and pushed her swimsuit into her cunt. Her mother had undressed in the same time and did the same thing.
“Wait a minute! You are embarrassing me,” Honey stood up and brushed her knees off. She lambasted Mandy for stripping in front of her family. “Now they will expect me to undress while I do chores too,” she stripped naked bottoms first in front of the rest of her family as she stood in the kitchen. It was as if Honey couldn’t wait to take off her clothes even though her tone suggested she was only doing it because we were.
The family gawked and pointed at Honey’s huge tits once she removed the tiny suit. It hadn’t done a lot to cover her body, but now her fat nipples were in full view. She quickly folded up her suit into a triangle and stuffed it into her bald pussy. There was tittering laughter as a result.
“How long are you going to keep Julie over at your house?” Mrs. Simmons looked up at my mother. The rest of her family ogled the naked women.
“She needs to finish the entire summer at my house, and then I think she will be ready to come back home,” my mom said.
“When she comes back, she is going to clean up, do chores, and not give me any trouble?” Mrs. Simmons asked.
“Yes, but if she does, then you will need to spank her,” my mom assured her.
“I’ll believe it when I see it. Spanking never made any of my kids behave,” she replied skeptically.
“She needs constant, strict discipline. It can’t be just when she fucks up. It is too late at that point,” my mom said as if she were a Doctor providing a terminal diagnosis.
“I thought you were partying, drinking, and fucking over at your house. I assumed that was why Julie was so excited to go. It seems like it wasn’t what she was expecting,” Mrs. Simmons chuckled.
“No, Ma’am, I begged to participate in Mrs. Connor’s Summer Camp. I want to be a good girl,” Honey interrupted.
“I was going to take my time telling you about this slowly. We have several visits planned before she comes home full time and how you want her around the house is going to depend on what you want,” My mom seemed uncomfortable coming out with her discipline plan for us.
“Why waste time?” Mrs. Simmons shrugged that she’d rather know now.
“At my house, there is a very strict regimen that the girls must follow. I’ll demonstrate some of that now, and you can tell me if you are comfortable with Honey and the other girls continuing over here,” my mom said.
“Sounds like a lot of work,” Mrs. Simmons harrumphed with disinterest.
My mom took the opportunity to put her in Inspection position. She mentioned there were several one word commands to save time. “You can think of it like pressing a button on a remote! If you need something just flip the switch,” she laughed and smacked Honey’s butt.
“You can make the lessons fun if you like. Your daughter should never be tempted to be disobedient when she has the opportunity. If she comes in the house then she should strip immediately and be searched,” my mom kicked Honey’s legs wider and adjusted her hands behind her head like she was a rag doll to be used in demonstration.
Honey put her hands behind her head, and my mom began the inspection with two fingers starting with her face and mouth. She pulled Honey’s hair and lifted her huge tits to look under those as well before letting them flap back down into place. She told Honey to bend over so that she could look up her ass.
“I am not putting my finger up her stinky butt,” Mrs. Simmons didn’t even watch the inspection.
“It doesn’t matter who does the inspection as long as you can trust them,” My mom told her while ordering Honey to remove her butt plug and put it in her mouth.
There were several offers to inspect Honey from young and older horny boys. A few of the girls offered, but only because they wanted to humiliate Honey.
Her brother Jake raised his hand. The last time we were here Honey had told him about the discipline plan. “Master Jake to the rescue,” he buzzed over to his sister. Jake was very cute, and he had been smiling at me a lot when I was dusting near him. He hadn’t laid a finger on me, though.
Mrs. Simmons seemed more than content to let her son inspect his sister. I was shocked at how easily they adjusted to this spectacle. They didn’t have a lot of privacy in the tiny trailer, and I got the impression a lot of dry humping happened between siblings, aunts, uncles, and so on.
“You want to make sure her pussy is bald, and it is only wet If she has been doing something to make it wet. She shouldn’t be thinking dirty thoughts while she should have her mind on her chores,” my mom explained.
“Well, she is thinking dirty thoughts while Master Jake finger blasts her,” one of the other girls teased. Jake smiled and sniffed his finger.
The string bikini in Honey’s cunt hung down slightly and my mom pulled it out. “If you find something in her cunt that she is stealing then it is time to punish her. In this case, she is allowed to have this little rag stuffed up her hole,” my mom pushed the bottoms back into Honey’s mouth so she could lick them clean.
My mom told Jake to make her clean his fingers as well before inserting them into her butt. “You want to make sure she is not hiding anything up there. Candy, money, whatever,” my mom explained. My mom insisted that any pussy drippings be licked off the floor. “Her tongue can reach in a lot of tiny crevices now!”
Several of the family scrunched their noses. One of them said, “The only thing she has hiding up that buffalo butt is a pound of dookie!”
A girl chuckled and suggested if Jake pulled out a Snicker’s bar that he should immediately put it back since it was something else entirely (suggesting it was a fat turd).
“My ass gets cleaned out with an enema twice a day. My asshole is as clean as a whistle,” Honey said with pride as she stood with her legs apart and let Jake finger fuck her butt.
My mom started to explain Enemas to the family, but they knew them all too well. Apparently, Mrs. Simmons was a big believer in them. “Yeah, five minutes with a bottle up her butt will clean her right out. Julie always was full of shit,” she laughed at her daughter.
“I can assure you by the time she gets home, your daughter will be able to hold an enema for twenty minutes. I will lay the groundwork, and if you continue her discipline at home, we can evaluate when to let her out of it,” my mom said.
Mrs. Simmons picked up the remote and turned off the television. It may have been the first time in years that old set-top box had been switched off. It made a strange sound. She turned her entire attention to watch the demonstration.
“Why would we let her out of it? She’d be making us money, cleaning, cooking, and not bitching,” Mrs. Simmons seemed very much on board with her daughter continuing to operate in discipline forever.
“That is a decision you two would have to make,” my mom said. She showed Master Jake how to make his sister clean her butt plug and return it squarely up her ass so that it doesn’t drop out. “We have plenty of time to talk about that,” my mom said. I think she was a little concerned she may have created the expectation that this would never end for Honey.
Surprisingly, Honey didn’t seem overly worried about that possibility, or my friend just didn’t realize her mom was contemplating keeping her in perpetual servitude. Honey could be kind of a ditz sometimes.
Donny hopped around his sister. He was ecstatic that he finally discovered what had been up his sister’s ass the entire time.
“You have to keep that thing up your butt to keep dookie from coming out!” Donny hopped around, teasing his sister like a court jester mocking the butt of his joke.
“That’s a butt plug. It keeps Honey from playing with her butt hole, and sticking things up there,” my little brother Buddy explained to Donny. He had been paying attention to the lessons my mother taught obviously.
“Nuh-uh, it reminds her what a pain in the butt she is,” Lewis pouted.
“You are both correct. All my girls wear butt plugs as part of their training. It doesn’t permanently harm them, but it helps keep them in their place and remind them that they are here to serve,” my mom said she had one on. She stepped out of her own bottoms.
“She doesn’t,” Donny pointed at me as if he were telling on me to get me in trouble.
I think my mom was about to explain that I was no longer in the Slut Summer school program.
“I threw my plug on the ground because I am a lazy, meanie who doesn’t know what is best for me, Sir,” I explained to him sweetly. I bent slightly at the knee and jammed the broom handle up my ass. “If you catch any of us trying to walk around without a plug in our ass, it is okay to tell on us. We don’t mind being punished because that helps us learn not to be brats, Sir!” I said as I grunted and shoved the broom handle up my ass.
“Is that far enough, Ma’am?” I asked my mother as I leaned against the broom handle.
My mother twitched her nose like Samantha Stevens from Bewitched, trying to make up her mind while casting a spell at the same time. It was a mischievous, sassy expression, and one that usually meant she was about to say something clever.
“Take that broom out of your ass,” my mom grunted at me briskly.
I did as she instructed and held it in my hand. I felt the laughter and chuckling from Honey’s family weighing on my shoulders, and a red streak of humiliation spread up my spine. I can only imagine how humiliating this must have been for Honey since she had lived with these people, and I barely knew them.
“You see what I am working with Mrs. Simmons? Very horny and willful little sluts,” she pointed at the tip of the broom and told me to clean it thoroughly.
I reluctantly stuck it in my mouth like a cock and began to suck it.
“I’ve seen you take Luther much deeper than that at home,” my mom helped forced the broom down my throat to the point I nearly choked, and I made a sound like “gul-uk!!” as I tried to accommodate it in my throat.
“You can’t let the girls tell you how to punish them. There are so many ways I could punish Sugar that she should never be the one to define it,” my mom explained. She told me to stand in the corner and hold my ass cheeks wide. “You forgot your plug at home, and you should never have left without it. Girls, find something that might fit up her ass,” she said.
I was elated; my mother called me Sugar. I had hated it every time and never truly identified with the name. Blair no longer sounded right either, but Sugar had been forced upon me. Hearing my mom say it now felt right. I smiled at her with a look of thanks on my face.
I heard tittering laughter even from Honey and Candy. Honey was the first to try one of the Barbie dolls from the girl’s room. “Feet first or head first, Ma’am?” she asked my mom.
“Just put it in her mouth and let her lick it first so that it gets good and slick and slip it in Honey,” my mom shrugged.
“Why do you call her Honey?” Mrs. Simmons had JUST noticed that we all had different names. I am sure my mom had addressed Julie as Honey dozens of times since I had been there.
“That is a good question. I gave her a new name because Julie is a disgusting, lazy, selfish brat and a trouble maker. I wanted her to start fresh. I gave her the name Honey to help change her attitude,” my mom said.
Mrs. Simmons nodded and watched as her daughter pushed a Barbie doll feet first into my mouth after making me suck its dirty feet. Honey was far from Gentle, but I didn’t stop holding my ass cheeks apart.
“Don’t worry if her pussy drips on the floor. She’ll clean that up,” my mom assured them. I thought at any moment the Simmon’s family would have had enough of this spectacle, but they continued laughing and jeering.
“This seems a little perverted,” Mrs. Simmons said - a considerable understatement.
“Yes, but they are perverted little sluts so they need training that is going to get their attention. If I just smacked their butts with my hairbrush they would laugh and probably enjoy it. I’ve found this gets results with trouble-making girls,” I said.
“Yes, but around here there is no privacy!” Mrs. Simmons only recently seemed to be paying attention to what we have been doing all along around her house.
“Yes, being punished in front of the rest of the family would help encourage the others to behave and embarrass the girls so they will be less likely to keep doing things to get in trouble,” my mom said.
Candy was next to stick something up my ass. She plucked the Barbie out and made me clean it. My mom explained we should always clean our toys right away.
Candy picked up a Turnip and stuffed it hard down my throat. Once she stuck it up my ass the acidic tingle from the Turnip stung and made me dance in place.
“Good, because if Honey’s uncles punish her, they are likely to stick their dicks in her ass if it was in private,” Mrs. Simmons didn’t seem entirely shocked by that revelation.
“One way you can prevent that is by instructing Honey to serve each Uncle in private for an hour a day and meet all his needs so that he isn’t so horny. Then he could punish her without wanting to get his dick wet.
I thought that Mrs. Simmons would say that was completely out of the question, but she was quiet as if she were thinking about it. “Honey isn’t going to complain?” she asked.
My mom grabbed the Turnip in my butt by the leafy part like it was a horses tail to pull me closer to her.
“She might complain, but if she does,” my mom demonstrated stuffing a banana down my throat and duct-taping it. “Have her walk around the house for thirty minutes like this and see if she still wants to complain,” she said.
Spit started to form on my lips and drip down my lip and on to my tits.
“May I also try fitting something up, Sugar’s ass, Ma’am?” Liz had been quietly getting a butt-massage from one of the pervy uncles seated behind her as she stood next to my mother.
“Yes,” my mom smiled at Liz.
Liz held up a Rubik’s Cube, and everyone laughed. The square object would definitely not fit inside my delicate asshole.
“You should never try to shove anything bigger than the biggest dick you’ve ever seen up a girl’s ass,” my mom warned the others.
Liz removed the turnip and let me clean that with my mouth. It tasted gross.
She picked up the original broom handle I had used and also let me lick that before she rammed it up my ass. I grunted and moaned and the most humiliating part was that cream dripped down my thighs because I was getting excited from being handled roughly.
She wrapped duct tape around my waist so that it would not fall out and then told me to wiggle my ass to sweep the floor.
Everyone laughed at me while I tried to sweep the floor with my butt.
“Don’t worry if you don’t remember all the tips I am giving you. We’ll be back every weekend, and you can practice disciplining them as you see fit,” My mom said encouragingly.
“Honey is going to fuck every Tom, Dick, and Harry in the neighborhood now?” Mrs. Simmons seemed to consider her daughter’s nudity a small issue. She didn’t seem to even mind the humiliating punishment I had just received. She seemed to like the fact that the pervy uncles would have their sexual needs tended to without question. The issue she had was that Honey was a bit of a slut before this all began, and she fucked whoever she wanted to fuck.
It was only because of me she learned to tease and squeeze a boy until he gives you what you want. I taught her the power of denial of sex. Honey obviously liked attention and pleasure though because she had been fucking Rooster behind my back when it amused her or when she became lonely.
“No, she only fucks who you tell her to fuck. If you catch her fucking somebody that you don’t want, then punish her. She isn’t here to amuse herself. She is going to be here to cook, clean, and obey you,” my mom assured her.
“Does this mean once you bring her back, you’ll stop bringing us groceries?” Mrs. Simmons seemed skeptical her daughter was going to obey her like she did my mother. “You won’t be coming over to clean up either?”
“I can come over weekly to check up on her, and I’ll bring my daughter,” my mom said as she crossed her arms. I was happy that my mom included me. I knew I’d be coming over as a slave, but strangely I felt like that was now what I wanted.
It had taken being told I couldn’t participate in the summer program to make me WANT the lessons my mom was trying to teach me.
Mrs. Simmons looked at her husband. Mr. Simmons was giving Liz a butt massage after she returned from sticking a broom up my ass. Liz had a really nice ass, and she liked showing it off.
“What do you say?” she asked her husband.
“So we don’t keep getting free groceries?” he picked up a bag of potato chips my mother had recently purchased for them and stuffed his face.
“I will earn grocery money, Sir,” Honey pleaded with him.
“How? Dance like your big sister?” Mr. Simmons lamented that now that her sister had started stripping, she never came back and kept all of her money.
“No, sir, I would clean other trailers and mow grass for money,” she offered politely.
Mrs. Simmons scoffed and said that nobody in the trailer park would pay for something like that. The yards in the trailer park were pretty mangy, and it was pretty obvious clean houses were not high on their lists.
“I could charge money to fuck neighbor boys like a good whore, Ma’am,” Honey said.
“How much could you make doing that?” Mrs. Simmons didn’t question it. There was no laughter or chuckling now. It was obvious Mrs. Simmons wasn’t kidding.
“It depends on how much she charges. Twenty dollar blowjobs, she could probably make you a hundred dollars a day,” my mom said.
“I get to keep ALL the money?” Mrs. Simmons asked as if she was willing to entertain this idea as long as she kept all the money.
“Yes, Ma’am!” Honey replied enthusiastically. “I don’t want to handle money. I am too stupid to manage my own affairs, and I’d just waste it on stupid, pointless shit,” she said.
My mom reiterated that we’ve proven to be VERY irresponsible with money and we should earn it but never manage it.
“I get to punish you if you fuck up or give me any lip?” Mrs. Simmons asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Honey said.
“What about me?” Mr. Simmons asked.
“You can punish her too, Sir!” my mom assured him.
“No, I mean, how do I get my back scratched?” Mr. Simmons was beating around the bush, but it was obvious he meant he wanted his sexual needs met. “The extra money is good, the chores are good, bringing me a beer when I want it is good,” he shrugged before adding, “How do I get my needs met?”
Honey blushed deeply when she realized her father was asking for sex. He suggested one of the foster girls enter training so he could get his balls wet now and then.
“You want any of my other girls?” Mrs. Simmons looked over at three other girls who were about Honey’s age. They looked frightened and disgusted that the older woman had blithely offered them to my mother without a second thought. “They could all use an attitude adjustment.”
“No, I am afraid my Summer school is full this year,” my mom smiled sweetly. The girls sighed a look of relief until my mom reminded them that she might have some openings next year. They genuinely looked a little nervous about the possibility. One of them suggested the Sebastian Detention Center for Girls trained girls the same way. I wondered if that was true.
“Daddy, I will take care of your needs,” Honey offered sweetly. Her father seemed confused, and he blushed as well.
“Candy and her mom are training together,” Honey said. Liz and Candy embraced, and French kissed passionately as if to give an example.
“Your mom is going to enter training?” Mr. Simmons smiled over at his chubby wife. She had huge knockers and big wide hips. I could only imagine what she looked like naked.
“Not likely,” Mrs. Simmons said.
“If it makes you less lazy and selfish, you should, mom!” Jake laughed.
Mrs. Simmons rolled her eyes and asked if we trained boys who backtalk and sass too. Donny seemed particularly worried when she mentioned that even though she appeared to be joking.
“Jenny was a boy before we started, but he needed to learn an appreciation for what women have to go through,” My mom warned Jake and Donny and pointed to my cousin’s pert little red fanny flitting around the house.
No one believed it, and a few men seemed visibly disgusted since they had been pawing all over Jenny during the afternoon’s training. It was enough of a warning to keep Donny and Jake from tempting fate too much with their mother.
“Cock is cock, Sir” Honey changed the subject back to her father’s question. “If you want me to smoke your pony or play hide the bologna with me, then you just have to ask, Sir,” she said.
I got the impression he used the terms “Smoke the pony” and “Hide the Balogna” with some of the foster girls because they looked nervous.
“He doesn’t have to ask. He simply needs to tell you, and you will obey,” my mom clarified.
“Yes, Ma’am, I will obey,” Honey answered politely.
My mom demonstrated what should happen if she needs a reminder that she is there to obey and not put up a fuss. She applied clothespins to Honey’s nipples and clit, and then she applied them to mine and made us walk around like that with the pins jiggling between our legs and dangling off our tits.
“You can gag them to remind them that speaking is a privilege and they should only talk when spoken too. They must be honest and explicit in their answers. They can’t be vague, and they cannot EVER be rude or insulting!” my mom said as she demonstrated a variety of household objects she could use to gag us into submission.
“I like keeping Honey quiet,” Mrs. Simmons turned the television back on, but she closely observed my mother’s demonstrations.
That afternoon we did demonstrations of training exercises we did at home. My mom taught Mrs. Simmons one-word commands she could give to Honey. She customized them for her household. She invented orders to retrieve the remote or clean up the crumbs from around their chairs by sucking them up.
They caned us with wooden curtain rods across the butt. “When girl’s asses burn, that is how they learn,” my mom said.
The Simmons family was all too happy to take turns obliging us with sore asses. Even Liz was whacked several times. We continued cleaning the house and Liz and her mother mowed the front lawn. I presumed they did so naked since they went back outside with their swimsuits stuffed in their cunts.
“How come you aren’t naked?” Donny asked my mother if she was concerned her swimsuit would get dirty while she cleaned.
“Good point,” my mom smiled at him and removed her swimsuit just like us. She folded it neatly into a triangle and used two fingers to insert it into her pussy.
“Do you need discipline also?” he asked my mother with a smart assed grin on his face.
“Sometimes,” she smiled at Donny while he stared up at my mother’s perfect swaying tits and huge nipples.
The fact that my mother admitted she needed discipline spoke to my very soul. I knew now that I was more like her than I realized.
We did deep knee bends and squats while we cleaned, polished, straightened, and endured constant groping and touching from anyone in the house.
I know that Honey was passed around from Uncle to Uncle for at least two hours. She fucked them one at a time, and even Pappy walked out extremely happy. Honey had his false teeth in her pussy when she walked out and showed everyone before licking them clean. She even blew cum bubbles in front of everyone. Mom told her not to play with her food.
The bumpy gravel road to Julie’s house was driving me crazy with the clit stimulation from the clothespin biting into my body. I had never felt such a precisely annoying yet stimulating pain. I wanted to yank it off, and at the same time, I was enjoying it, and I hated myself for liking it. I didn’t want to be turned on by the sensation of having my clit pinched hard to the point of anguish, but I was squirming and struggling not to play with myself openly. If I could just reach down and...
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The nice gentleman cleared his throat. He was wearing a Hawaiian Shirt and cargo shorts like a typical tourist at the beach. I am not good at small talk. I must have one of those faces where people feel the need to come up and talk to me about their day and what is going on. I usually make it very clear I am not interested in conversation or shooting the breeze. I’d prefer people just get right to the point if they have a question or fuck right off. I instinctively knew that was my old...
“Haha, that was great. Thank you so much!” my mom laughed as she left our neighbor’s bedroom and adjusted her blouse because she had clearly had her tits out while she was in there sucking Mr. Greenbaum off. “No, thank YOU! lovely lady with the lovely daughters!! No one will ever believe this story if I told them!” Mr. Greenbaum said. “Well, we aim to please! I assume we have your business and we can come over to clean again?” my mom bent at the knee and smiled at him. “I am already going...
“Did you like gobbing my knob?” Kiwi’s spank on Candy’s pert, sun-kissed ass was hardly more than a tap. The first time George spanked one of us he made us nearly fall over. Kiwi wasn’t cut from the same cloth. He was obviously concerned he’d hurt us, and he didn’t want to seem mean or cruel. I was already thinking of ways I could exploit that to my advantage if he hung around. “One, thank you, Sir!” Candy started her count over for him. “I wasn’t supposed to enjoy sucking your cock,...
“You guys are NOT calling her MOM,” I whispered to the other girls angrily. “Why? Your mom said we could,” Mandy smiled at me because she knew this was really pissing me off. “You are just doing it because you want to butter her up like a little brown noser. That’s why you made us lez out in front of Mr. Greenbaum!” I told her. “Was that what we were doing? I thought we were making a lonely old man happy and getting a drink,” Mandy looked at Julie, and they both grinned at my discomfort...
My mother strutted out of the trailer, wearing nothing at all just like the rest of the girls. I can not imagine what the neighbors thought if they happened to be watching a line of naked girls emerge from this dirty trailer on a warm Florida day. Only Kiwi, Buddy, Lewis, and Jenny had any clothes on when we left. The girls carried all the cleaning supplies in one trip, and we waved at Rooster and Flick before we left. It was pretty evident from their satisfied cat-calls and comments that...
When Mandy and I went back in the house, things were pretty much wrapped up. All except for the part about who won the bet. At that moment, a boy ran out of the bathroom, yelling “Dookie Volcano, Dookie Volcano!” He was naked too and looked like he had just finished taking a crap because his ass cheeks were glistening with brown. “Get in there and unclog the goddamn toilet! I told you to stop throwing cherry bombs down there!” the woman threw a shoe at the boy. Brown water seeped out from...
“Okay my little Sperm Hounds,” my mom said it was settled “You are my responsibility, and now that you have had a taste of life under my boot you have all decided to submit fully to my training and surrender your bodies to me.” Mom seemed to forget about punishing me but warned me that if I came up with anything they do before the meeting with Mrs. Sonneborne as my punishment, she would flunk me AND make me do the punishment as well. “We want you to suggest something fitting for what you...
“Okay, you cunts have clothes on now. Feel less naked?” my mom stalked across the parking lot quickly while walking in front of us. “Not really, Ma’am,” Mandy admitted as we tugged our skirts down. Even though it was dark outside, the parking lot was well lit, busy, and windy. “This is the most you are going to get to wear so you should learn to appreciate it. Once we are inside, I want all four of your grubby little hands on the shopping carts at all times. You take them off ONLY when I...
“Hello? is this Gerald?” I asked when I finally got a chance to make the private phone call that I had earned playing the masturbation game. “Yeah, who is this?” Candy’s older brother sounded confused that a girl would be calling him. “This is uh ... Blair,” I almost forgot my own name and said Fart Face. I had grown so used to answering to that or Sugar that it slipped my mind. “Blair? What do you want?” he asked skeptically. “This is Blair Conner!” I reminded him sweetly. He must have...
“My punishment is to confront that which I fear most,” Candy started without explaining all the shitty little things she had done to deserve the punishment first. I was planning to embellish on all the bratty, self-absorbed things I had done. Ann had anticipated it and told me I shouldn’t bother to go over my list of shortcomings and mistakes. It was frustrating because, for some reason, I felt almost proud I had gotten away with so many of them that I wanted to admit them. I think Ann knew...
“What am I doing? What are you doing?” I asked defensively when Mrs. Hannigan caught me trying to sneak back to my house in nothing but a pink leather collar and a pair of high heels. I had been caught naked and I was embarrassed. My natural reaction was to try to turn things around and glare at them for daring to question me. It didn’t work. Mrs. Hannigan has a turned up nose, gray hair, and always has an arrogant and aloof look on her face like she is royalty and is quite displeased. She...
Mandy and I were cleaning up the mess we made. My mother had supplied us with brushes and cleaning supplies, but we were doing it completely naked. Mandy kept glowering at me like this was my entire fault. I wasn’t the one who twisted her arm and made her come to my party. I wasn’t the one who made her strip naked. I wasn’t the one who left her here. I HAD been the one to lay it on nice and thick that I’d agree to all of my rules if she had to do them with me so I could be a good role model...
My Mom called Julie Simmon’s house while Mandy and I remained in the living room with our nipples touching, looking right at each other. I was having a staring contest with that stubborn bitch, and she refused to blink. It was so annoying! Mandy was almost as stubborn as me! “Hello? Is this Mrs. Simmons? No? Well, would you please let me speak to her?” whoever was on the other end hung up on my mother. She tried several times to reach someone, and each time a similar thing happened. I was...
It was close to the time Mrs. Sonneborne was going to arrive for our evaluation and exam. This was what we were working towards all week. We still had several more weeks of Summer before our training ordeal would be over but we were told how we performed would determine how much we learned and what we needed to work on next week. It would also be used to give us a ‘grade’ and the highest grade would be “Slutadictorian” in the end and be the boss of my mom for an additional week. Mom made us...
A Bummer Summer? It was the dream of every seventeen year old, during the summer before his senior year of high school to spend it miles away from all his friends and all his stuff. In case you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm, because for Taylor Hughes, that was the last thing that he wanted. Unfortunately, he had no control over the matter. His parents were going out of the country on business for the entire summer, and trying as he might, Taylor was unable to convince them to let him...
“I am so sorry, Miss Jenny,” I said. Jenny ran back into the bedroom. “She is a little faggot. I don’t see why it is such a big deal to make her aware of it. I said it to Jenny’s face many times when I was still in charge. My friends seemed to be turning on me. At the time, I thought they were overreacting. My mom finished tying her up in my bed and probably giving her a big pep-talk about the big-bad Blair who said mean things that were also true and why Jenny was a special little angel...
I let my butt plug drop from my mouth and slid my naked body over Kiwi. I sucked his condom off his cock the way my mother taught me. I turned it up and sucked his cum out and then thanked him for fucking my ass again before asking him sweetly if he would put the plug back up my ass now. “Oh, this is so lovely! I am so glad you talked to me that day at the beach,” the skinny boy thanked his lucky stars. The only reason I looked at him as he was a gullible loser who looked entirely out of...
After being pelted by clods of sand and being high-step running in tandem side by side on the beach as our school nurse told us we were lazy sluts who needed to bounce our tits more the last person I wanted to see was Betty Finch. Betty had long blonde hair, huge tits, and a perfect body. She exuded sexuality like the 9th-grade version of Samantha Fox! She was with a handsome older man who was different than the last guys I had seen her with that she called “Daddy.” “Hey, wow! those...
Ann called out our new names like they tasted bad in her mouth. “Sugar, Honey, and Candy? Those names are a crock of shit. If it had been up to me, I would have called you Jugs, Smugs and Bughs!” she looked amused. She called Honey “Jugs” because of her big tits. She called Candy “Smugs” because like me she looked like a first-class stuck up bitch. Ann called me “Bughs” because I was obviously the one she liked the least. Ann told me it was because I was pretty on the outside but butt ugly on...
My mother continued her conversation with Candy’s mom while my cousin brought out the big beach blanket. I thought about shouting out something, so Candy’s father or brother could hear it. I would need to be more subtle, though to get revenge on her. Candy was in this with me, and she was being humiliated just as much as I was, but the problem was she seemed to think it was funny. She was often laughing at the situations we were in, and it was driving me crazy she wasn’t just as miserable as...
My name is Adam Rockwood and I am twenty-one years old, a country boy at heart. My dad was a hard-working logger and I inherited his rugged looks. I wear my dirty blond hair down to my shoulders, which has just a bit of a curl to it. I’m six-foot, two-inches tall, with a muscular build but I have a ruddy complexion that is a turn off to most girls. I did inherit my mom's icy blue eyes, which I think is my only redeeming feature.My dad was hoping that I would follow in his footsteps and become a...
First TimeI had to spend the next hour tied to the tree by my neck marching in slow circles while George, Manny, and Franklin took turns giving me orders to wiggle my ass, shake my tits, stop, high step and then start marching again in circles around the tree. They called it “Maypole” training. The spanking had taken a lot of the wind out of my sails. I couldn’t even plot another scheme of revenge. It was as if the spanking had knocked all the spitefulness out of my head for a little while and reset...
Hello everyone. I am David from Hyderabad. I have been regular reader and a big fan of ISS. I am very thankful to ISS for providing such a wonderful platform to express stories of our real life. This is my 1st story in ISS and i hope u people will like it. Comments and suggestions are welcomed. This actually motivates me to write more and girls/women in Hyderbad are also welcomed for personal chats. Give me feedback on I am 22 year old, with good height, have a athletic figure and working in a...
My Aunt made me wait much longer than twenty minutes before she returned to outline the rules that would be in effect until my Parents arrived. Buddy and Lewis were playing outside again, which suited them just fine when Blair and my Aunt Sam returned from their discussion about me. They were both smirking like Samantha Stevens on Bewitched when she just thought of a clever solution to some problem her mother in law created. It definitely scared me that they were smiling rather than looking...
WHAT I DID ON MY SUMMER VACATION. BY JANICE My name is Ross, I am sixteen years old, and due to a bout with Scarlet Fever when I was young, I stand four feet eleven and a half inches tall and weigh in at just less than one hundred pounds. To add to my problems, my mother has a few brain cells missing and for some reason known only to her she has been dressing me as a little girl since I can remember. I liked wearing...
Mom strapped sponges to our naked bodies with rope tied around our bellies so that the largest yellow sponges hung down in front of our freshly hairless and slick cunts and another to barely cover our butt cracks. It looked like we wearing an absurd loincloth or a very chunky bathing suit from a distance. Mom wrapped rope around the base of our tits and then around our back before wrapping it around the front and using it to tie two smaller sponges on our tits. She said that duct tape would...
The next morning, a Saturday, Taylor was awoken by a gentle knock on his door. He sat up to see Aunt Agnes waiting by the door. "Is something wrong?" Taylor asked, yawning. "I was about to ask you the same thing, Emily hasn't come by yet and I got worried," Aunt Agnes stepped into the room. "Worried? Why?" Taylor reached for his phone and realized that it was nearly noon. "Wow... She let me sleep in?" "Did you two have a fight?" Aunt Agnes asked. "No," Taylor replied. "I...
“Okay sluts, clean our guest’s cute little face-off,” Mom pointed, and Honey and Candy began to lick his face eagerly. “You too Sugar, you made the mess. The least you can do is lick it clean,” my own mother told me to lick my cunt juices off this strange boy’s face after she let him practice learning to eat pussy on me. I have to admit he did do a good job, but the old me would never have allowed him to use me as a training dummy. Mom had a thing about cleaning your own fingers after you...
Over the course of the summer, Taylor's life had changed in numerous ways, but the most noticeable change was in his morning routine. After agreeing to join the cheerleading program, Taylor was then quickly roped into Emily's morning jogs, so that meant being up early and in a tight running outfit. Once the run was over, Taylor would return to Aunt Agnes' to take a shower, which was a whole production, since he had an entirely new hair and skin-care regimen courtesy of Emily's cajoling....
“Why didn’t you curtsy on the way out, Fart Face?” mom asked as she took us to the car. She had noticed my laughing when Mandy stumbled and looked angry. “You didn’t tell me I had to curtsy, Ma’am,” I replied politely (as politely as I can. Polite and submissive isn’t a natural tone for me, so I have to fake it. I did my least sarcastic imitation of Jenny blowing smoke up my mom’s ass with her fancy talk). “You know I make Jenny curtsy when she enters or leaves a room if her betters are in...
We woke up in the dog cage that Friday. It had been a long week. Candy, Honey, and I slept with our hands cuffed behind our backs so that we couldn’t poke each other or masturbate. Our bodies were intertwined, and nothing stopped us from the bumping tits or heads. Mom angled us so that it would be very challenging to finger each other to give ourselves some relief. We spent all night on Wednesday night trying to get in an angle to finger bang one another only to be discovered in the morning...
Andy's Summer Vacation By Alyssa Davis It was a cloudy June afternoon, one week out of school on summer vacation, and already all my friends were out of town. Boredom took me to my mother's bedroom to talk to her. Unnoticed, I stood watching her at her dressing table applying her makeup. I always enjoyed watching her apply all the her beauty aids and found it fascinating. She did it with such artistry. The transformation from a plain housewife to a very fashionable lady was...
Changing Channels- Summer Vacation We'd all made plans for a week at a lake house months earlier. It was the summer vacation between junior and senior year in college, and five of us fraternity brothers had a place lined up for the end of June.? We knew the lake was chick and party heaven from other guys that had been there in previous years, so we were good to go.? I'd divvied up the responsibilities; Keith was in charge of food, Bill was in charge of beer, Gus was in charge of the...
When I was young I was an athletic and adventurous boy. I had dark hair blue eyes and a nice tan because it was about halfway threw summer vacation. Climbing trees, riding my bike, and exploring were at the top of my list for fun activities, not much is different today. This is the story of a small piece of my sexual awakening, the first time I shared myself with another person, what it was like and how it felt.A month before school got out for summer vacation a boy named Chris moved to...
ROBIN'S SUMMER VACATION Robin Jacobson really hated the end of school. Not because he liked school all that much, since he was a 10 year old boy, but because it meant that summer vacation was coming. And that's what he hated. It meant going to his aunt's farm for eight or nine weeks. Not that Robin hated being out in the open, far from it. Given a choice, he'd be in his home town on the Jersey Shore, not far from the boardwalks in Point Pleasant and Seaside, or playing Little...
Did I tell you how much I miss your sweet kiss? Did I tell you I didn't cry? Well I lied! Did I tell you how much I miss your smile? Did I tell you I was okay? Well no way! – Adam Ant, "Wonderful" (used without permission) Thursday, June 7, 1984. 11:30 am The first two disappointments came on the last day of school, a Thursday. It was only a half day, just long enough to get our report cards and tie up any loose ends. Then we all sat around for two hours, gabbing about our plans...
Joan was aroused from her nap by the flight attendant’s announcement that they were beginning their descent into Coastal Regional Airport. Joan yawned and sat up in her seat noticing that her short sundress skirt had ridden high up her legs during her nap revealing her tanned thighs to the heavy gentleman setting next to her in the aisle seat. He had also had a teasing view of her firm breasts which was permitted by the unbuttoned top buttons revealing most of her tanned braless tits. She...
Introduction: A week at the beach offers new opportunities and adventurous sex SATURDAY Joan was aroused from her nap by the flight attendants announcement that they were beginning their descent into Coastal Regional Airport. Joan yawned and sat up in her seat noticing that her short sundress skirt had ridden high up her legs during her nap revealing her tanned thighs to the heavy gentleman setting next to her in the aisle seat. He had also had a teasing view of her firm breasts which was...
His page: http://www.sexstories.com/profile733722/P.O.I. Part 1 After all the shit that happened with Derek and Heather at the beginning of the year I can safely say that the rest of the school year went really well. My sister Elizabeth found herself a boyfriend, some straight laced guy in the choir at the local church named Greg of all things. The girls and I got things worked out with a little negotiating on my part, Katy and Kori got along just fine but Mathilda felt left out a lot of...
Summer Vacation – Naughty Teacher What did you do over your summer vacation? Well for starters I turned fourteen years old and my parents dragged me off to Fucking No Where’s Vile in the middle of Nowhere. Actually it was Michigan, I think. I’m pretty sure that my parents were swingers, into group sex, or had a bunch of fuck buddies…or whatever you call it. Anyway apparently they took over this small motel that had about a hundred rooms in a four-story building. Our room was...
I want to tell you about my best vacation ever; it happened three years ago. I should go back and tell you a little about myself. My name is Daniel Myers. This happened after my freshman year at college. Growing up I was always short and skinny for my age. I just didn't seem to fit in. I didn't get picked on but I never even kissed a girl or went on a date till my senior year of high school. I was a smart kid and received excellent grades but I had to work for them. I was too small for most...
Chapter 1: First Day My wife really wasn't a prude, I would call her extremely conservative. She was a beautiful woman when we married and she has not lost her beauty. Our marriage of fifteen years has been a good one; I have no complaints, other than Mary being conservative. When I say conservative I mean it and every sense possible, grocery shopping, automobile purchases, necessities for the house and our clothing. Its true, our savings account is much fatter under her guidance where it...
The Teachers Summer VacationHe was a new teacher at the high school, (young, hung and single) and all the girls thought he was dreamy. Because he was able to teach both chemistry and several math classes, he had gotten the job of his choice. It was a very upscale suburban area and close to the small tract of woods he had with the cabin he was building. It was a very modest log cabin but he had some interesting additions. There was a solar outdoor shower and a wood fired sauna. Down the hill was...
“What did I tell you would happen if you get an erection? I can’t even sleep without you getting in trouble! Blair go get Tyrone!” my Aunt insisted angrily as she towered over me. Blair had Tyrone with her in anticipation of what was about to happen, and my Aunt didn’t even notice that this was no coincidence. Buddy and Lewis started to laugh when I was told to get back into the Thermometer position and stick my butt out to get slapped. “Do I need to spank you on the willy or will across...
Summer Vacation A joint legally copyrighted by Rd LePew, please don't redistribute without permission ([email protected] , I'll give you permission, don't you worry about that) Written July 11, 2003. Summer Vacation Tim Wheeler sat alone in a very large waiting room. There were a few magazines for him to leaf through, but he was much too excited for something as mundane as Newsweek Magazine. Here he was, on the cusp of a lifelong dream. And he was to be the first. Just...
Oh, PUH-LEEZE! Did she just say that? Did a twenty-first century professor of literature and composition assign an essay on 'My Summer Vacation' to her class of twenty-first century students? I believe the last time I was given this assignment was in the forth grade. Professor Hixon continued, "You can make it as long or as short as you want as long as it's at least a thousand words. You can use as much slang, idiom and dialogue as you want. This essay will be graded on originality and its...
Mid-June to mid-September, 2004 Summer vacation was fun. With both Mom and Dad having jobs that didn't permit them to take three months vacation, we kids spent a lot of unsupervised time doing whatever we wanted. Carol and Donna had their own social circles, and I socialized mostly with Brent as he lived just up the street from me. We were the same age and had some of the same interests, so that was good enough. We both had plenty of time to kill. I had a summer job working in a warehouse...
I will never forget seeing the movie, Tommy. There was a scene early in the movie that profoundly affected me. A montage displays the honeymoon of Captain Walker (Robert Powell) and his wife, Nora (Ann-Margret) After his leave ends, Walker goes off to fight in World War II as a bomber pilot but is shot down during a mission. “Captain Walker” is listed as missing in action and is presumed dead, although—unknown to his family—the badly burnt Walker is in fact alive. His wife remarries a man...
My Obsession, Part 2 - How I Spent My Summer Vacation By Ricky This is a sequel to "My Obsession". You might want to read it first. Monday, July 8 I could hear the water singing in the pipes as Mary Ann took her shower. I had just gotten out of the shower myself. My body was dry but my crew cut was still a little bit damp. I stood in my bathrobe, eyes still glazed with sleep, a bra dangling from my hand. MY bra. A bra like I have worn every day for the past couple of...
When I returned to my Aunt’s duplex for lunch, I was still high on what fun we had. I knocked on the door because I didn’t think it was okay for me just to walk inside. My Aunt came to the door and said I could come in without knocking, even though Buddy and Lewis always did. They were standing next to me when I knocked. “Thank you, Ma’am,” I said as I started to undress at the door. “So about this little game you played,” My Aunt picked up the pom-poms in the box I had been carrying and...
Hello ISS readers, I’m regular reader of this site, this is my first sex story, please forgive my mistakes in the above story and thank-you. Usual I start with my introduction. About me, I’m John Anna als age of 18 with my tool of 6 inches, height of 5’6 feet, and reddish average body built. Anyone can link up with me mail me at ID: mail me you r feedback and don’t neglect to send. The incident I’m going to tell is happened to me in my summer vacation at my grandpa village. basically I live...
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