Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 95
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 95: The Round Robin

Oh, if I could just make this last forever! Chad was thinking at the same time. Forever, and then forever again! He had taken his place at the tub, naked as the rest of the boys had been but less self-conscious about it than any of them but Matty, and Courtney's mother had ordered her to stand, legs apart, and face them, so that he could reach over the side of the tub and wash her front. As he was charged with her front from the waist down, he began by taking the soap and settling on his knees in front of the tub. For a moment, he had a mental flash of himself settling on his knees in precisely this fashion each time he'd been called on to suck Tommy's cock while he'd been punished, and when he'd sucked the little cocks of an entire class of younger boys, and he felt a moment's embarrassment because he was in exactly the same position relative to this girl. But the fact that this was a girl, and not a boy, erased that momentary feeling. Because he was looking, full on, at Courtney's bare crotch, her completely bare crotch. Even bare of the slightest hint of pubic hair. Up close, he could see details he hadn't noticed before - the way the slit widened just a bit at the top, where it surrounded what Alan's mother had called a clit-something-or-other on Chandra, but what was actually a little bulgy bump like a miniature penis, exactly where a boy's penis was and able to get hard like one, as well. Under that, the groove running exactly down the center of her pubic triangle wasn't featureless - there was just the slightest hint here and there of the darker pink tissue you could see when she her legs moved. Aware his penis was hardening despite him being milked by Matty moments before, Chad took up the soap and leaned over the side of the tub, concentrating on washing the girl's feet and ankles. Courtney had quite nice ankles actually - the knobs on the sides weren't too prominent, and her skin was smooth and hairless. She had beautiful legs, too, tapering nicely outward into womanly curves as he moved up toward her knees, silky smooth and hairless. He marveled at the lack of hair, then remembered that females often shaved their legs - his sister did, and had a razor she left on the tub side to prove it. Continuing his slow lathering up her legs, he let his eyes drift to her thighs - full, soft, rounded thighs, the skin still silky-smooth. Her thighs didn't touch where they joined her body as he'd always assumed girls' thighs touched - there was a space a good 2 inches wide there filled with the bottom of her pussy. But he didn't let his gaze linger up there. He took his time, not wanting her mother to find him too eager to get to her feminine parts. His hard on had risen enough that the head of it touched the cold side of the tub, and he let himself lean in further, hoping the pressure of the cold porcelain on his dick head would cool his ardor and prevent it from rising further for at least a time.

Courtney didn't stand still during this procedure. She kept crying as she had before, so her muscles tensed each time she took a sobbing breath. And her butt twitched frequently at random intervals, doing little half clenches as she tried to cope with having a cylinder of soap stuffed up her rectum and the burning sensation it was giving off. She shifted from foot to foot, too, clearly uncomfortable with her stance and with Chad's intimate contact. But she stayed in place and allowed him to work up to her upper thighs, where Chad circled the outer edges and stayed carefully away from the inviting furrow running straight down the middle of the triangle at the top of those thighs.

Finally, there was no putting it off, and no need to. Chad had finished washing her thighs, and he had every reason to move on to her privates, and every reason to stare all he wanted at this girl's bare pussy from about a foot away. And stare he did. He was looking right at a girl's privates, after all, a cute girl's bare privates. Not Chandra's almost boyish figure, not Emily Git's ragged, dark parts. He was staring at an extremely attractive set of girl parts, and it was a most remarkable thing that he was allowed to do that. His heart was pounding with excitement, and his little penis jumped past the tub he'd pressed it against and was dancing merrily in approval in front of him with his heart rate. Mentally, he recalled a comic strip character he'd seen years ago. Me like, he said to himself mentally. Me like long time.

There was nothing not to like about what Courtney had in her panties. The redness from the waxing had settled down, so that only a barely pink flush revealed the ordeal the girl had gone through. The skin was thus hairless, and flawless as well, smooth and soft looking all the way until it disappeared into the central fold. That central fold still shocked him to some degree - it seemed wrong, like there should be the bulges of a boy's equipment there, yet it was so right in how it made him feel to look at it. Boys go out, girls go in, he thought to himself. He remembered Mr. Rogers song from the old days - "some are fancy on the outside, some are fancy on the inside." That was boys, fancy on the outside. And girls, who were fancy on the inside. And then the boy's fancy stuff goes inside the girl's fancy stuff - that was the most amazing and wonderful thing of all. He longed to touch that smooth skin down there, unmarred by the rude projections boys had, and to separate that furrow and look inside at the pinker, darker skin leading to that opening that girls had, that opening for his dick. Well, probably not his dick - no way she'd let him put his dick there. Especially not after what had happened today. But somebody's dick, some day. Some day, Courtney would lie back and spread her legs and let some boy stick his dick in there, stick it right up in her, all the way. Just as some day, he hoped someday soon, he'd get his chance to stick his dick into some other girl. But a girl he liked, not Courtney.

His own dick lurched and jumped with his heartbeat, the bottom of the tip bumping the tub each time it dropped. He glanced down. Who was he kidding? He was barely 2 inches long, and here he was thinking about sticking it into a girl! How much of it could he actually get into a girl like Courtney? An inch? Big deal. It would be like Gabriel trying to take his brother in the butt - Gabriel had spent more time trying to stuff his dick back in his brother's open hole than he'd spent inside it. And Chad would probably be the same trying to stick his in a girl's hole --he'd keep falling out unless he only rocked his dick back and forth about an half inch at a time. He glanced up from his quick contemplation of his own privates and swept his gaze the rest of the way up, to see if Courtney was watching him, maybe mentally sneering at his tiny penis, but she was looking straight out at the room, not at him, and still crying steadily, her hands flexing involuntarily at her sides. She tensed, briefly, and then her butt made a soft, farting sound.

"She does have soap in there, doofus," Jeremy said.

"But she's blowing bubbles with her butt!" Matty insisted.

"And would you like to join her in doing that?" Courtney's mother said pointedly. Matty looked down. "No, Ma'am," he said quickly.

"Then keep still," his aunt said. Chad looked at Courtney, to try to gauge how she felt about her situation. She was still staring outward, acknowledging neither Matty's statements nor Chad's hands. She knew where his hands were, of course. Knew he was right near there, near her most private area. She was probably dreading it, the way he'd dreaded it when he'd been stripped the first time of his underwear, when he'd peed them while being spanked. It wasn't fair to punish a boy for peeing his pants while being spanked, Chad thought, his mind wandering a bit. Not fair at all. How could you be expected to hold your pee when someone as forbidding as Mrs. Rose was beating your butt as hard as she could with her hand? When your bladder was clear full, and peeing was all you could think about even before she started spanking you? It burned so bad each time she hit, with the pain getting worse each time, until it was so unbearable you didn't know what you were doing - you peed yourself, you kicked, you screamed, you begged, you did all sorts of stuff that made you ashamed later. He'd have probably pooped himself too if he'd had any poop right down there at the time. To be stripped for something as small as peeing himself, and then to be spanked and paddled bare because of it...

His hard on drooped as a result of him reliving this humiliating moment, a fact that caught his attention because the head contacted the cold tub once again and stayed there. Focusing again on his task, he moved both hands closer to Courtney's cunt, circling, circling, moving every nearer the furrow. Finally, after running both hands down the edges several times, he let his soap hand cross the furrow, his fingers trailing down her cunt opening as he did. He did that several more times, his penis rising to full hardness again. Glancing over his shoulder, he discovered Mrs. Snetch was simply watching, not telegraphing disapproval. When she saw his glance, she nodded, grimly. "Don't be afraid to be thorough," she said sternly.

Chad took that as an order. He shifted his movements, letting the soap hand run up and down and up and down the furrow, pressing into it as he did and creating a powerful lather. The girl's cunt was remarkable flexible, yielding to his pressing by separating slightly each time he passed over it, so that the soap was now passing over the pinker tissue within.

His trailing fingers explored this more open slit. The bump at the top of the opening was like a hard little knob, now, hard as his own penis. He wondered if it meant that rubbing it felt good, just as a hard penis did. The slit gave below that, his fingers trailing easily over hot wetness, then came the sudden give in the center of her slit, where his fingers fell in easily. That's her dick hole, Chad realized with growing excitement. I'm running my fingers right into where a boy's dick is supposed to go! It wasn't very large, though, he we wondered if you could actually get a dick, even his small dick, into there. Below the dick hole, his fingers rose out again, finally trailing out as he dipped deep between her legs until he could feel the wrinkles of her tight butt hole. Over and over he traversed this terrain, getting familiar with the girl's most private areas. He wondered how long Mrs. Snetch would let him keep feeling up her daughter. As the moments passed, his tension grew, which is why he jumped and almost squirted pee on the side of the tub when she suddenly spoke.

"Get your fingers right into my daughter," Mrs. Snetch said. "Work the soap right inside her. A dirty girl like her needs every orifice cleaned out! Don't be afraid - my daughter is still a virgin, thank God, so she does still have her hymen, but she uses tampons, so there's room for a finger in there."

Chad puzzled at that while he complied, letting his index finger push into the softness inside the girl all the way to the knuckle on his next pass. He knew what a virgin was. A virgin was a person who hadn't had sex with another person yet. Frankly, he wasn't sure whether he himself was a virgin or not. Did having a boy stick his dick in your butt count at sex? Because he'd had that, hadn't he? Little Joseph had done him up his butt - had done him good! But did that count? Or did it only count if you did it to a girl? And where did having yourself sucked fit in, and sucking other boys?

And what was a hymen? Something Courtney had, obviously. And something that would make it tight for his finger. But beyond that, he didn't have a clue.

"Sugarbuns had a hymen when she was little," Mrs. Git volunteered. "But she broke it sometime along the way. I don't really know how she broke it - on one of her doctor visits, it was just gone. The doctor said it probably was broken from climbing trees or landing on a bike bar. But I suspect she did it masturbating - she was always mad about masturbating every chance she got even when she was little, and she really goes wild shoving her fingers in when she does."

Emily made a little sound something like squelched agony over in the corner. "Oh, wasn't I supposed to tell that?" Mrs. Git said gaily. "Don't be so sensitive. After all, these boys are all little crank yankers themselves - they shouldn't be surprised you like to pet the sheep a bit."

Okay. So a hymen was something girls had, or at least some girls. Something that you could break by climbing a tree or landing on a bike bar. (Chad had landed on a bike bar many times, and knew the pain of it as well as any boy). And it was something you could break by masturbating. But of course, that wouldn't be masturbating the way boys did it. It would be masturbating the way girls did - rubbing the bump at the top of their slits, and probing their front holes. So a hymen had something to do with that part of girls - was something that could be broken. And something that made it tight to stick fingers in her front hole. He filed the word away for future reference, vowing to type it into Wikipedia as soon as he got the chance. He wondered how it was spelled. Probably h-i-m-e-n, he thought. Or h-i-m-a-n. Something like that. He'd have to try to remember it. How to remember it? Well, it sounded like "high men." And when a man's dick was high, you could stick it in...

Obeying Mrs. Snetch's order to "work the soap right up into her," he lathered his finger until it was slimy and then pressed on the lower middle of her central fold, where his finger had slid in before. With a bit of difficulty and a serious flinch and gasp of breath from Courtney, he found the soft, tight, wet hole and wormed his finger in. It was tight at the entrance, but he was surprised at how easily his finger slipped in once he got past the entrance - it wasn't like Tommy's butt hole, which resisted his intrusion mightily and squeezed his finger tightly all the way in. This girl hole was more stretchy, and more soft, and wetter, too. With his finger slimy with soap, he could maneuver it inside her easily, all the way to the knuckles of his hand. Remembering how his own rectum had been coated with soap during his forced clensings by his brother and sister, Chad began rotating the finger left and right, spreading lather over the girl's tight internal tunnel. Courtney stiffened as he did, and he felt muscles in there squeeze on his finger several times, but not as tightly as Tommy's butt had squeezed his finger. He withdrew his finger and coated it liberally with soap again, then slid it back in, finding the hole much more easily this time and repeating his rotation of the digit so that he spread the soap around. A mental picture appeared in his mind - him withdrawing his finger, standing up, stepping into the tub with Courtney, circling her waist with one hand, and using the other to guide his dick into that warm, tight tunnel. He wondered if his dick would slide in as easily as his finger - it wasn't much bigger. Okay, it wasn't any bigger, not really. But he bet he'd have to coat it with soap to get it to go in easily. He pictured himself luxuriating in the girl's soft interior heat, then beginning to hump her like a maniac, hump her like little Gabriel had humped his brother's butt, with short, quick strokes that made his butt almost a blur. He wondered what it would be like to cum inside a girl, inside an actual girl's pussy. He imitated the fucking motions he'd make with his finger as he thought about it, moving his finger more slowly but withdrawing it an inch and then sliding it back in her cunt over and over, his eyes getting dreamy as he did. His thumb went unconsciously to the knob at the top of her pussy, sliding back and forth over the little penis-like bump as he finger fucked her.

Courtney shivered uncontrollably, trying to control her crying. Through bleary eyes she could see Chad Henson hand probing her pussy, but worse yet, she could feel him doing it. His first intrusion had been a shock, but it hadn't been unpleasant, not even holding a candle to having that round chunk of soap up her butt, where it continued to burn unmercifully and filled her like a big, hard, dry turd that she couldn't push out but couldn't bear to have in her. Her rectum was collecting gas again, too, which she had to fight the release of for fear she'd blow more bubbles again and amuse the Turds. She'd decided to stop calling her cousins the Squirts - they were Turds, the both of them. Smelly little pieces of shit.

But the trouble right now was that Chad's finger filled her pussy in much the same way her own finger did when she masturbated. (Courtney liked to have her pussy full when she masturbated - it just felt better that way. She'd routinely finger fuck herself while manipulating her hard knob of a clitoris.) And his rhythmic movements in and out of her were creating all sorts of frankly pleasurable but unwelcome feelings, especially with his small thumb caressing her clit at the same time. She was humiliated to her very core to have a boy invading her like that, especially Chad, yet she could feel her body responding, her insides becoming slick and wet with the lubrication she produced copiously when stimulated. Her weeping diminished as he continued to move his finger inside her, wonderful yearning feelings drying her tears and sharpening her awareness. Awareness of the fact that she was a girl, and he was a boy, and they were both naked. And he was touching her sexually. Chad Henson was touching her sexually. He was kneeling by the tub, and his perfect little dick was erect and hovering above vertical, the tip throbbing with his obviously rapidly racing heart. She liked the fact she made him hard. And despite the fact that the Turds were watching avidly, and that piggy Jimmy Chen with his slanted, hungry, perverted eyes was looking right at her violated cunt with undisguised longing, Courtney couldn't take her own eyes off of Chad Henson's slight body and pint-sized genitals. He was really rather cute, she decided (or rather, the growing tension in her loins had decided for her). He wasn't hairless down there like the squirts, although he was every bit as small as them in the boy department. He had the most adorable scattered hairs over his diminutive equipment, straight and thin and sparse, but somehow manly and promising. And his little wiener was standing up, proud and tall and hard, the head swollen like a helmet or a mushroom top, the skin stretched flawless and smooth looking over it, the tip a darker pink that suggested the color of her own internal labia. She suddenly understood to some degree Emily Git's suddenly throwing herself on Chad in the classroom and, if she had seen right, burying his little wiener right into her and humping it madly. She dimly felt like doing that herself, right now and right here. She could just picture herself stepping out of the tub and forcing him onto his back onto the bath mat, then straddling him and pressing her bare tits against his soft-skinned, lean body, and the settling on that stiff little pole and riding him like a prized stallion. She bet he'd like her tits against his chest. She knew she had quite nice tits. She press against him, and the rock her hips so his dick would go in and out, and she'd make him gasp and cum inside her, squirting his stuff into her, the stuff that made babies. She'd make squirt his stuff again and again, and he'd fall in love with her and be her devoted slave, and bring her presents and...

And she was being stupid, a class-A ninny. She'd always held Chad Henson in contempt! He was a little boy, with no chest muscles, skinny arms, and tiny little boy genitals! She should be mocking him, not thinking about helping him get his rocks off! And besides, he wasn't touching her and making her feel good because he loved her and cared about her. He never would. He was touching her because he wanted to humiliate her, force her to take in his invading finger. Like he wouldn't even condescend to sticking his nice, clean penis into her dirty body. His finger was just a penis substitute, a demonstration of his contempt for her. And his hard wiener was probably just and involuntary reaction, not a signal of his own feelings - heck, weren't boys hard all the time at this age? Jeremy and Matty seemed to be - they went around sporting little tents in their shorts all the time - she'd looked enough that she was sure of that. She looked at Chad's penis again, trying to sneer with contempt.

And found herself gazing at it longingly once more, wondering what it would feel like between her legs. It wasn't hard to imagine that Chad's finger was his penis, probing, filling her, making her feel whole. Her clitoris yearned to be stroked more brutally than Chad was treating it - she had to fight the urge to scream at him, "harder, faster, really mash between your fingers!" She looked down at Chad, trying to force him to meet her eyes, trying to signal him with her eyes that she wanted him to press harder there, at the top of her slit, to thumb her hard little knob with all his strength and give her the release she needed.

And it worked. Or it just happened. Or something. Because Chad shifted more pressure to his thumb, pressing like he was trying to grind her clit back into her slit, the hard lump sliding easily from one side of his thumb to the other with each movement, shrilling out its pleasure to her. Her butt tightened and she fought the urge to gasp with the wonder of his small fingers probing her, and on about the 7th time his thumb crossed her clitoris, she gave in, stiffening with pleasure and rising to her toes, squeezing her butt as her abdominal muscles pulsed inside and her pussy exerted a strangle hold on Chad's finger. Chad froze, looking at her in surprise. Frustrated at his cessation of motion just as she came, Courtney moaned and grabbed his hand frantically, trying to force him to maul her clitoris. But it was too late - the ecstasy insider her, not fully fulfilled, was dying. Courtney whimpered in despair at losing what had promised to be an earth-shaker of an orgasm. As her awareness returned, she realized that Jimmy was smirking and Jeremy was staring at her open-mouthed, as was Matty. She let go of Chad's hand and flushed with shame. What would they think of her, pawing at herself like that? She slumped, and the accumulated gas in her rectum escaped, blowing a cloud of bubbles out her butt that began floating across the room, falling to the floor and breaking one by one as they did. Matty squealed and began chasing them. Courtney's mother emitted a grunt that sounded like disgust, causing Courtney to look at her.

Her mother was frowning deeply, her arms crossed. She saw Courtney's gaze frowned further, and then turned back toward the sink, picking something up and rubbing it vigorously under the water. Chad's hands had frozen, his thumb still pressing against her clit, his finger buried in her tight pussy. He was looking at her swirling series of emotions in wonder, his own penis now almost tight against his belly in lust. Courtney settled on her heels, now overcome with the shame that came with her fleeing lust.

"Well, don't just sit there like some sort of statue," Mrs. Snetch barked at Chad. "Withdraw your finger and stick this in. Now that my perverted daughter has managed to get herself off during a procedure that was supposed to be a punishment, for Christ's sake, we'll just have to up the ante." She handed Chad the object in her hand, which turned out to be a well-lathered, slimy cylinder of soap. It was thinner than the one that Matty had shoved up Courtney's ass, roughly the size of Chad's finger, thinner than his adorable little penis. Soap suds glistened and drifted down the sides of it. Pulling out his finger, Chad took it and immediately dropped it into the bathtub, where it disappeared from sight under the foamy water.

"Oops," Chad muttered. He leaned forward and began pawing the water, searching for the soap.

"Oh, don't be so hard on the girl," Mrs. Git said. "You can't blame her for her reaction - I'd get off if the little guy was doing that to me, too! He has such an adorable little hoo-hah! I don't know how your daughter keeps her hands off it. I tell you, if I was 20 years younger..."

Chad, who was leaning over the tub, groping in the water for the soap cylinder, was shocked to feel his hard, upstanding penis given a pair of quick, gratifying squeezes as Mrs. Git stooped beside him and grasped him by the genitals to emphasize her point. His penis jumped and erupted at the firm touch after all that tension, and he froze as his butt contracted on its own and he spattered a few small drops of wetness onto the side of the tub, where it immediately began sliding slowly, slimily down toward the tile floor. Mrs. Git let her fingers, still gripping his dick, slide off the tip, sending uncomfortable, overstimulated shivers down his spine as she wiped his dick clean with her hand. She straightened and smiled at the wetness she'd scraped off onto her thumb and forefinger. "They're so virile, these young boys," she said. "So quick on the trigger. They make out jobs too easy." She turned, making for the sink. "Nothing a little soap and water won't cure."

"Wait," Mrs. Snetch said. Mrs. Git stopped and looked at her with a smile, her slimed fingers still outstretched. Chad, not looking at them and thus not realizing the futility of trying to hide his orgasm, moved closer to the side of the tub to shield it and tried to look like he was doing nothing but attempting to find the thin, tampon-like cylinder of soap. (Chad wouldn't have said tampon-like, of course. He'd never even heard of tampons.) He tried to pretend that he hadn't grunted loudly when he'd cum, and that no one would have noticed his butt squeezing at the same time. His hand closed on the soap and he half turned to Mrs. Snetch.

"You want me to wait?" he said.

"No, I think it's a bit late to tell you to wait," Mrs. Snetch said. "You're clearly already finished," Mrs. Snetch said. "I was talking to Emily's mother. If you're quite done and if you've found the soap, go ahead and slip it into Courtney where you just had your finger. Hurry up so we can proceed with the next punishment." Chad turned back, risking a glance at his penis. It was already drooping, but Mrs. Git had wiped the tip as neatly as if she'd used a tissue. If it wasn't for the slimy stream oozing down the tub side, he thought, no one would ever know (he was still looking the other way and didn't really grasp that everyone had already seen the sticky liquid on Mrs. Git's hand). He eyed Courtney's vertical furrow, trying to remember where the hole was within it. Shrugging, he decided on expediency over finesse, and used his free hand to separate the lips of the girl's snatch, pressing with a thumb and forefinger to force the neat ventral groove apart in much the same way he'd separated his cousin Gabriel's little ass with one hand while he held first aid cream in the other when he'd tended to Gabriel's injured butthole. The hole inside Courtney gaped open wetly, and he could see clearly for the first time that it was indeed partially obstructed by more pink flesh, and so not as open as Chandra's or Emily's had been. His own penis, small though it was, probably would have trouble getting in there without some suffering on Courtney's part. Was that what having a hymen meant? He lined the end of the soap up and pushed, surprised at how easily it slid in.

Courtney, now no longer crying, watched him slide the soap into her with her hands tensed and twitching. She found herself feeling like her mind was apart from her body. She could feel the soap sliding into her, even more easily than Chad's fingers had slid in, mainly because she was sopping wet inside, now, like she was at the end of a particularly hot self-stimulation session, a session filled with mental images of boys taking down their pants one by one and each having to show her their penises as they blushed redly. She liked that scenario, of her ordering them to disrobe and them reluctantly having to obey. She'd then imagine touching them, as they shivered in embarrassment, embarrassment that would increase as their little dickies would all get hard. She'd tease them, feeling their sacks, making them wonder if she was going to hurt them, sometimes rolling the hard lumps in there between her fingers. She couldn't keep her eyes away from Chad's member, even though it had sagged and now drooped downward with the head bulging and the part where it attached to his body taping to floppy thinness. She was expecting the soap in her front hole to start burning, like the one in the back was doing, but it just filled her, filled her like she wished Chad's wiener could fill her. She tried to picture herself on her back, Chad's weight on top of her, his once again hard wiener sliding into her like this soap was sliding in, until the little sack under it touched her labia and he was all the way in. She could imagine his soft skin and bony chest against her tits, her reaching down and clutching his muscular little boy butt and pushing to get him all the way in...

"It's all the way in?" her mother's voice echoed her thoughts, startling her back to reality. "Then move out of the way," Mrs. Snetch said. "Courtney, step out of this side of the tub - I don't want you disturbing your young classmate's rather uncouth output. I have plans for that." She guided Courtney by tugging on one arm so that she got out of the tub behind Chad, who got to his feet and stood there lamely, blushing at the reference to his cum spatters. She knew! They all knew. He blushed.Matty and Jeremy were given towels and ordered to dry Courtney, which they did roughly as possible, pulling hair, lifting and yanking on breasts, prying her buns apart and pressing her butt hole between her buns, and poking into her cunt as far as they dared. Chad stood, embarrassed, wondering what to do next. Suddenly, for the first time since he'd taken off his clothes, he felt very naked and exposed. He didn't see Jimmy eyeing him with stark envy, wishing silently that Mrs. Git would find his twisted penis attractive.

In short order, Courtney was judged sufficiently dry and her cousins' fun brought to an end. The towels were hung up and Courtney was pulled by her mother to Mrs. Git's side. Mrs. Snetch took Mrs. Git's hand by the wrist and turned it so that her Chad-slimed finger and thumb were uppermost. She lifted the hand until it was under Courtney's nose, at the same time pressing on her neck so the naked girl could not escape. "Smell it," she ordered Courtney. "You wanted to play sex games with the boys, and see them naked? You wanted to get them excited? This is what happens when they're excited! So go ahead - find out what raw sex smells like." Courtney tried to fake a miniscule breath, sucking air mostly through her mouth rather than her nose. The material on Emily's mother's hand looked like watered-down snot. Her mother's grip on her neck tightened, squeezing painfully. "Smell it," she said again. "And do it with your mouth shut! Get a good whiff" Courtney, gasping in pain, took a deep sniff through her nose. She made a face of revulsion.

"Smells musty, doesn't it," Mrs. Snetch said. "Like something you don't want in you. That's the stuff of babies, my dear, males' magical fluid of life. Not so romantic, is it? I think it's about time you realized just how serious the games you're playing are. This isn't some wonderful gourmet treat, you know - it's animal in origin, nothing cleaned up or prettified. It's straight out of his glands - sperm from his testes, from that sack you seem so fascinated with that hangs so obscenely outside of them. And fluids from glands right under that boy's bladder."

"I rather like it," Mrs. Git said. "It grows on you."

"Mother!" Courtney gasped. "You can't mean—I can't—"

"You can and you will," Mrs. Snetch said. "And then you'll lick off the side of the tub as well," she added. "You wanted to play naked games with boys - this is what comes of naked games with boys. You end up just a receptacle for their semen."

Courtney looked like she was about to throw up. "I won't!" she said forcefully. "You can't make me."

"Of course I can," Mrs. Snetch said. "I simply have to do this." She pressed her fingers more firmly into either side of Courtney's neck. Courtney wailed in pain, tried to push away, and then, as her mother tightened her grip further, gave up and flicked out her tongue, swiping it across the slimy substance coating Mrs. Git's thumb. Her mother tightened her grip even more and Courtney moaned again, responding by rapidly lapping Mrs. Git's hand like a cat drinking milk. In moments the slime was gone, replaced by residual saliva. The pain in Courtney's face subsided as her mother loosened her grip, to be replaced with a look of revulsion. She kept working her tongue in her mouth and swallowing, as if she'd tasted something not quite revolting, but not pleasant, either. She stood hunched, panting, clearly still fighting off the severe pain in her neck her mother had created.

"Thank you, dear," Mrs. Git said. "Pity to let it go to waste, after all. I generally prefer to catch it directly when I can."

Mrs. Snetch frowned at her. "A minority opinion, I'm sure," she shot back. "It's clear from her expression my daughter doesn't share your opinion."

Actually, Courtney's sour expression was mostly for the bruises she now felt in her neck, which was very uncomfortable after her mother's pinching of the nerves in it. Chad's semen hadn't been all that bad - not nearly as bad as she'd thought it would be when looking at it and smelling it. It didn't taste bad at all - just kind of slimy and a little salty, kind of like your own snot. (Courtney, like most girls and pretty much all boys, had tasted her own snot in her younger days and hadn't considered it that bad, either. And she'd heard other girls talk about sucking boys' cocks, usually during fervent denials they'd ever do such a thing along with fevered claims that this or that girl did it all the time (currently it was Lindsay who was reputed to be an aficionado of the art. Emily Git herself had sworn she'd heard Jimmy Chen claim that Lindsay had sucked not only his twisted dick, but Chad Henson's and Alan Delvecchio's as well, and that she regularly sucked Joey's horse dick. Courtney had found the last picture rather uncomfortable - like all the girls, she'd seen Joey's big, hairy dick, and the thought of taking that into her mouth made Courtney more than a little squeamish. But Chad and Alan she could understand - their dicks were so smooth, so white, so innocuous and clean looking - well, she could just eat them up. Even more than Matty and Jeremy's dicks, which had that covering layer of skin that might be hiding anything under it (and she'd actually kissed both of them on the heads of their dicks, after baths when they were little and innocent. But she'd been afraid to actually suck their dicks all the way into her mouth, and now she regretted missing the opportunity. She could see kissing Chad's dick, could see herself licking it like a lollipop, maybe even sucking it until he came and squirted his stuff into her mouth. It would be easier that way than licking it up, and she'd done that easily. But, looking at her mother's stormy expression, she decided it was best to appear more reluctant than she was to complete the task.

"On your knees by the tub," her mother said to her. "You're going to clean up the rest of it, so you remember this lesson a good, long time. She forced Courtney to her knees with the grip on her neck. Courtney fought back a bit, trying to make a show of reluctance, then dropped to all fours and lowered her head, wincing from the fingers digging into her neck and hastening to lap up the slimy trail that had now almost reached the bottom of the tub. The boys watched with awe as her head bobbed, her bare ass bent, spread, and thrust into the air so that her tightly pursed butt hole, her violated cunt, and every other private part of her was visible from the back. Mrs. Snetch kept Courtney's nose against the tub side until the last vestiges of Chad's output had disappeared between her lips.

"Now get up," Mrs. Git ordered. "It's time to go back down to the garage and get on with your spanking and paddling. Then we'll end this debacle with a little girl on girl action. You boys, open the door and get your clothes and put them on. They should still be outside where you left them. If you're going to spank my daughter, you're not doing it with bare dicks. And call the other boys out to the garage." Jimmy and Chad looked relieved at the order to get dressed, Jeremy and Matty more philosophical. Mrs. Git looked genuinely disappointed.

Blocks away, in the upstairs bedroom, Tommy gritted his teeth and fought to hold still. The torch, flicking back and forth, up and down, this way and that across his bare butt, was pure torture. It didn't hurt that much - it was hot enough to be uncomfortable where it hit, but he wasn't being seriously burned, he didn't think. But it did feel just a bit too hot when it was on him, and he couldn't help thinking that at any moment one of her flicks would hesitate too long, and his butt hole would turn into a human torch, or his balls would become like a flaming marshmallow held to close to the coals.. It was the not knowing that was killing him - when would it be over, how much more would it hurt, where was she going to play the flame next? He could smell burning hair - he must have had small hairs back there, just as Beth had said. Chad had said big boys and men were really hairy back there, that the big kid in his class was actually furry around his butt hole itself and all along his butt crack. He wondered what it was like to have a lot of hair in your butt crack. How did you wipe yourself with all that hair there? Maybe he was better off having his burned off - maybe they'd be a long time coming back. He found the whole thought of hairy butt holes distasteful. Now Jesse had a nice, clean, hairless butt hole...

The torch lingered a hair too long just to the left of his butt crack, and he lurched out of range. "Oww, that burns!" he complained. Beth smacked his sore rear hard on the left cheek.

"Oww!" Tommy complained again.l

"Don't be such a baby," Beth chided. "And get your butt back in the air if you don't want more of these. I'm almost done." Tommy steeled himself and thrust his butt back at her again, and Beth swiped the torch down the other side of his butt crack, then back across his ball sack. His balls tried to sag lower in the heat, hanging off him almost like the sack of a bull hangs between his legs.

He sagged with relief as Beth finally thunked the torch on the floor and said, sweetly, "Okay, you're done, little brother. Smooth as a baby's bum. Probably tingles a bit, too, but no more than you deserve. She grinned slyly at Gabriel. "Your turn, baby cousing. Take down those drawers and let's make you all clean and shiny! You'll be slick as shit for all the ladies."

Gabriel blanched, but he reached for his pants. Dakota stuck out a hand and stopped him. "Don't touch my brother, he didn't do anything!" she said forcefully. "You can do what you want to your brother, but leave mine alone! She was already off of Tommy's leg and was standing between Gabriel and Beth.

"Maybe I need to give you a nice little hair removal treatment, too," Beth said threateningly. "Although I doubt you have much to remove if those tiny tits mean anything," she added. "Still, you're not too big to take over my knee, either, Miss Priss."

"Do it and I'll tell your mom everything," Dakota said, crossing her arms and not moving an inch as she glared up at her larger cousin. "Everything. And Gabriel will back me up. And I bet Chad will, too, and maybe even Tommy." She smiled grimly. "Tommy's her favorite, I already know that. Do you really think she'll believe you over her favorite, especially if I back him up?"

Beth tensed, and Tommy thought, for a minute, that she was going to backhand Dakota across the face. But she just smirked knowingly. "Okay, okay! God, you're like a mother lion or something. Don't get your panties all in a twist. You want the little twerp to keep his microscopic hairs, I won't interfere. Whatever turns you on. Although I've never understood this brother-sister crap. I suppose you want the little twerp's dick all nice and ready for you later. He ought to be real cooperative now that you've saved his little dicky. What is it they say? Incest is best? Although I'm pretty sure a nice little singe job would improve the little twerp. Kill all the cooties you people have."

She turned toward the door. "I'm getting bored of this game. I think I'll take Karen's torch back to her. We have stuff to do, anyway. But I'll be back before 9. You, Miss Brotherly Love. Take charge of him - think up some punishments of your own for him until I get back - whatever you want. One thing, whatever you do, there won't be any hair in your way down there now." She strutted out of the room. Gabriel turned to Dakota, and Dakota turned to him.

"You didn't have to do that," he said. "I coulda taken it."

"And what if she burned one of your balls for real? What if she burned your dick? I might want to be an aunt some day, and you need those to make that happen," she said. "Besides, the way you fart all the time, you'd have set the house on fire," his sister snapped back. She pointed a thumb at Tommy. "You want to do anything to him?" she asked Gabriel. "'Cause if you don't, I've got plans for him. He owes me, and it's time to pay up."

Gabriel blushed and looked at the floor. "Maybe," he said. He looked at the door.

"What?" Dakota said. Gabriel looked at the door more meaningfully. "You want me to leave?" Dakota said.

"Yeah," Gabriel said, looking down rather furtively.

"Oh—little brother wants his baby dicky sucked, doesn't he?" Dakota said suddenly. "Well, don't let me get in the way of young love." She strode to the door. "Just send him to my room when you're done," she said. "Knowing you, I'll expect him in about 30 seconds." She went out, pulling the door shut behind her. Tommy remained on all fours, his legs apart. His butt crack and genitals felt hot and tight, and he was reluctant to let skin rub other skin. He looked at Gabriel from that position.

Gabriel looked at the door again, then carelessly yanked the front of his pants down, his little brown dick flipping up to point at the ceiling immediately. Gabriel pulled his pants down further, until they came off his butt. He looked at Tommy expectantly. Tommy slowly straightened at the hips. His butt seemed tender but not seriously damaged, the skin stretching and feeling hot as it did. He glanced down at his dick, noting the residual orange red of mercurichome but no major damage. It was hard to tell if it was red or not from the torch when it was already colored.

"Come one, suck me off," Gabriel said, trying to sound manly. He waggled his hips, making his dick wobble in front of Tommy's face, the foreskin retracted just enough that the tip of his glans stuck out. "I'm going to make you do it for the rest of the week. Or maybe the month."

Tommy looked up at his little, serious face. "Like you could make me if I didn't want to," he said flatly.

"I could yell for my sister," Gabriel said. "And then she'd tell your sister, and she'd make you do it."

"You want that?" Tommy said. "You want them to watch you get your little dick sucked?"

Gabriel looked away, his face betraying the fact that, although he really, really liked being sucked, he'd rather not have a audience of girls. "Chad would make you do it," he finally said firmly.

"Oh yeah?" Gabriel rejoined. "Then how come you sucked his dick last night? You guys thought I was asleep, but I woke up, and I saw you. You had to be afraid of him or you wouldn't have sucked his dick like you did."

Tommy, in a sudden movement, closed his fingers around Gabriel's dangling little sack, isolating his balls from his body. He pressed firmly but not hard enough to actually cause pain. "Don't make a sound," he warned. Gabriel stiffened but bit his lip, looking down at his trapped balls. "I could crush your balls before you'd even have a chance to scream," Tommy said. "I could do anything I wanted to you, just like I fucked your stupid butt way back when all this started. I could order you to suck my dick, I could tell you to lick my butt, and could even butt fuck you again, and there wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. And yes, you might tell on me, but you'd still be fucked, and doing it back to me wouldn't change that. I'm not sucking you because I'm afraid or you or afraid of you telling. I'm doing it because I gave Chad my word. I told him I'd suck you every morning and every night for the rest of the week, and I intend to do that. I've been a bad brother, and I've been a bad cousin, too. But I know that now, and you guys are all I've got. I want Chad to like me, more than I've ever wanted anything. I want to be his brother for real. And so I'm keeping my word. Yeah, it's humiliating to suck another boy's dick - humiliating and degrading and shameful. It's just as bad for me as it would be for you to do."

This, of course, wasn't true, but Tommy wasn't going to let facts get in the way of a good speech. And if Gabriel bought it, so much the better - he'd have an excuse for sucking both of them without his sexual preferences entering into it.

"So that's why I have to do it. I'm going to suck Chad tonight, too, and I'll let him cum in my mouth when he does, and I'll swallow it. Because it's what I deserve. And I'll suck your little pointed dick for the same reason. Because I have to be humiliated before you'll trust me, I know that. But I'm choosing it, it's not because you made me."

"Maybe that's not good enough," Gabriel said, feeling defiant even though his bare balls were still in Tommy's grip. "Maybe I want you to keep sucking my dick after the week is over. Maybe I want to beat your butt, too, once you heal up enough that I can."

Tommy shrugged and let go of the smaller boy's jewels. Gabriel sagged a bit in relief while trying to look like he didn't care if Tommy'd had him by his most vulnerable spot. "I'm serious," he said. "If you're not satisfied I've paid my debt, you can do anything you want to me. Any time you want," he said. "You can spank me or paddle me anytime you want. As long as you want. If you think I deserve it. But I'm going to try to be the best cousin ever, so don't count on me deserving it much. And I'll suck you or Chad any time you say until you're both square with me." Inside, Tommy felt excitement rising. He was promising to practically be Gabriel's sex slave, and Chad's too. And something in him liked it, was hoping they'd order him to his knees and make him suck them, maybe even make him do other things like kiss their butt holes.

"Good," Gabriel said. He pointed to his miniature erection, which hadn't diminished even when his balls had been threatened. 'Cause it feels good when you suck me. And I'm horny."

"You're always horny," Tommy said. His own dick, despite being shrunk from peril only moments before and milked repeatedly already that day, twitched and made a feeble attempt at rising. He licked his lips and looked at the other boy's brown crotch. He liked Gabriel's uncut dick, he decided. It had a diminutive charm all its own. Not like Jesse's, or Chad's. Not like anyone's. But was any boy's dick just like any others? Now there was a reason for research! Heart thudding, he leaned forward and grasped the small member by its rock hard base, forcing it horizontal so he could slip it into his mouth. His heart leaped with joy - Gabriel had bought it - he'd bought it, and he'd make Tommy suck him again and again, maybe for years!