Anthology

Anthology 5

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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161008-03

Picture: Two girls sitting in front of a computer. They are stripped to their bras and are looking at each other laughing.

Peter and Jason thought they were going to see some boob while chatting with a couple of female classmates on the computer.

The girls had different ideas. They flirted with the boys, engaged in sexy talk and knew that they had them hot and horny. When they were sure they had them hooked, they reeled them in.

“You boys want to see our boobies?” Tricia asked.

The boys nodded vigorously and said, “Yes.”

“Then you have to show us something first.”

“Like what?”

“Like your penises. Take your clothes off.”

“No way!”

“No penis, no boobs.” Janet threatened.

“OK,” the boys reluctantly agreed and soon they were naked sitting in front of the computer; boners at attention.

The girls giggled.

“Now let’s see yours,” the naked Jason said.

“OK.” The girls stripped down to their bras and wiggled their cleavage in front of the camera. They could see the boys straining their eyes watching the show.

“You want to see more?” Tricia offered.

Again the vigorous nodding.

“I tell you what,” Janet said, “Tricia and I will kiss each other like real girls and you boys can watch.”

“Oh man,” came the response from the male side of the screen.

“But you boys have to do something too.”

“What’s that?”

“You have to jerk off as you watch us do it.”

“Um.”

“Go ahead. Don’t you want to watch a couple of hot lesbians go at it?”

“Oh, OK,” Peter said as he and Jason simultaneously went for their penises.

After the girls hung up, they had a good laugh. “Do you think they’ll jerk off over and over again over the video of us kissing?”

“I’m sure they will. Just as they will be willing to do anything for us now that we have video of them jerking off.”

161127-03

Picture: Two girls. The camera angle is looking up at them, one has her arms folded in a dominant pose the other has a smirk on her face.

“Did you boys really think you could get away with it?” Millie asked.

“Yeah, Mr. Jacobson noticed the missing beer immediately,” Holly put in.

The girls had caught the boys, Josh and David, “red handed” with an open can of beer in each of the boy’s hands.

“You guys were really stupid. If you took just one six pack, maybe nobody would notice. But you had to get greedy and take one each. What were you going to do with all that beer? You know you can’t drink it all.”

“We’re going to tell,” Holly continued, “and you can’t deny it. You guys smell like beer. One whiff of your breath and you’re toast.”

“Please don’t tell,” the boys pleaded.

Millie pulled Holly to the side where the girls held a whispered conversation deliberating the boys’ case. Finally, she stepped forward.

“We won’t tell because we’ll have beer on our breaths too. You boys are going to share your beer with us.”

“OK,” the boys said, relieved. That is until they heard her next demand.

“But first you are going to have to get on your knees and bow before us and beg for our mercy.”

“No way.”

“Do you want me to call out for Mr. Jacobson?”

“OK, OK, we’ll do it.”

The girls giggled as they looked at the boys on their knees in front of them. They knew that the boys would do anything not to get caught. The girls looked at each other and smiled. It was time for part two of their plan.

“Beg for mercy, boys,” Holly demanded.

“Please, girls, don’t tell on us,” Josh said from his knees,

“Please don’t,” his partner-in-crime pleaded.

Millie said, “I don’t know. That doesn’t sound sincere enough for me. Maybe we should make them do a little more groveling.”

“Like what?” the other girl asked.

“Like showing us their penises?”

“What!?” the boys said in unison.

Before the boys could recover from their shock, Millie pressed on with her attack. “And play with them,” she added.

“No way!” Josh objected.

“Oh, Mr. Jacobson!” she shouted in a voice louder than the whispered conversation they had been having up to this point.

The boys looked nervous.

“Should I yell louder, boys?”

“No, no,” David begged, “We’ll do it.”

“You can do it. I’m not.”

“Both of you do it,” Holly added, supporting her friend, “or we tell.”

“Come on, man,” David pleaded, “My dad will kill me if he found out.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“Let me put it this way, PAL,” David said angrily, “I’m bigger and stronger than you are. You do it or I’ll pound you into the ground. I’ll strip you myself, if I have to.”

The girls smiled at the in-fighting with the boys: united as girls, they stood; divided as boys they fell. This was true physically as the boys looked up to the girls from their lowly positions.

“Strip!” came the single word order from Hannah and when that was done, Millie added her own command, “Jerk off – and when you cum tell us that girls are better than boys. I want to hear you say, ‘Girls rule forever.’ Say it good and loud so we can hear you.”

161127-04

Picture: a cute girl taken as she sits looking into the camera. Her legs are extended straight out in front of her with her naked feet closest to the camera.

I can’t help it. I have a fetish for girls’ feet. I know it doesn’t make sense. Boys have feet too, but girl-feet excite me.

I’m hooked and I’m helpless and last Saturday it came to fruition. I was sitting on the couch with my sister watching a movie. As her older brother, I was supposedly watching her as my parents attended a wedding.

I like my sister. She’s a nice girl. She’s a bit of a pest at time as only kid sisters can be, but she’s not malicious and is a genuinely sweet kid.

Also, and I’d never admit this, she’s really cute. Even my friends think so and one of them remarked that he can’t wait for her to “grow up.”

So, when she swung around on the couch to lay down, and put her feet into my crotch. I could feel my penis beginning to stir.

“Why don’t you give me a foot rub?” She suggested. To me it was a commanding order.

Her feet were separated from my now rigid penis by two thin layers of cloth: my underwear and my shorts.

As I rubbed her, she giggled, rocking her feet in the process, digging her heels into my crotch.

I got better with my rubbing and she relaxed and I soon had her purring like a kitten. I was glad she couldn’t get a good view of what was really happening. I could see a wet spot seeping through both layers of cloth.

I made up my mind. I had to make an excuse and go to the bathroom and jerk off. I needed it in the worst way. “So sis, I need to take a break.”

She frowned at me and said, “Awwww.”

“No really. Nature calls you know.”

“I do know,” she replied. “Don’t tell me you’re going in there just to pee. I know what boys do in there. I feel how hard you are under my feet,” At this point she dug her heels into my crotch to punctuate her remark.

I looked at her. In an instant she had changed from a sweet little innocent girl to a stern looking mistress.

“What do you know about what boys do?” I asked uncertainly.

“You know the sleepover I went to at Shirley’s house last weekend?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll Shirley has an older brother and she found his magazine. All the girls looked at it. They got this section in the back called ‘Female Domination.’ That’s where women are in charge of the men. We took turns reading every one of those stories.

Anyway one of the stories was about a guy who liked feet. I thought I saw you looking at my feet, so this week, I went out of my way to show them off. I made sure I painted my toenails every day. Then, on Tuesday, I sat on the couch opposite you and I crossed my legs and dangled my sandal off my toe. I thought your eyes were going to pop out.

I saw how big and hard you were when you got up. That’s when I knew I had you. I’ve gone barefoot every moment in the house ever since.

And now here we are. All alone. Me with my beautiful girlish feet, and you with a hard penis.

So what are you going to do about it, big boy?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well first of all, it has to be uncomfortable to have a big hard penis trapped in your underwear. Why don’t you let Willie come out and play?”

“I can’t do that; you’re a girl!”

“Let’s see,” she said tapping her temple as if doing mental math, “You were six when I was born and now you’re 16. So that makes it, what, 10 years and now you’re just figuring out that I’m a girl?

Yes, I’m a girl, so what about it?”

“But you’ll see my thing.”

“It’s called a penis. I’ve know what they look like since I’ve been a little girl. All us girls have seen one at one time or another.”

“But you’re my sister.”

“I’m not asking you to have sex – yuck – I just want to see it.”

“But ...”

“Look. You like looking at my feet. You like looking at them so much it makes you hard. You were going to go into the bathroom and jerk off. Well fine, go ahead and jerk off in the bathroom all by yourself.

Or you can have your fun with the help of my feet. If you like them so much maybe you can get to love them.” She lifted a foot to my face, I could feel its warmth on my cheek.

“Go ahead, take it in your hand. Hold it up to your face. Sniff it. That’s a good boy. Why don’t you give it a kiss?”

It was there, right in front of my eyes: her foot. I bowed my head and closed my eyes and kissed it. By this time my penis was straining in its confines. I had to release it.

“Go ahead,” she urged, “take your clothes off. Let it hang free.”

I knew better and I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I had no will to resist. I undressed for her as she took it all in.

“First, I want you to get on your knees in front of me and kneel up like a puppy dog, begging. I want to see what you got. Wag that ‘tail’ of yours for me.

Wait a minute, let me get my phone and take a picture of you like that. You’re so cute looking like that.”

She snapped a couple of pictures. What could I do?

“Now I want you to get down on all fours and give me a horsey ride just like when I was a little girl.”

She sat on my back. As her skirt draped down over my sides, I could feel her pantied crotch against my back. It was hot and it was damp.

She rode me around for a while and then said, “I think you’d be more comfortable staying on all fours kneeling in front of the coffee table as I sit on the couch with my feet propped up on it. So crawl on over there and I’ll get in position.”

She was right. It was going to be embarrassing, but I wanted to do it. I wanted her feet. I crawled to where she was sitting with her feet dangling off the end of the table. I could feel my swollen penis and aching balls dangling beneath me.

Looking at her from that viewpoint feet in my face, up her body to her face, she looked so commanding. So when she said, “Kiss them, lick them, suck on my toes,” I had to obey.

And then she sweetened the pot, “Do a good job and I’ll give you a special treat. I wonder what it would feel like to feel your cum between my toes.”

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