Miss Sandra Chapter 13

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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Chapter 13
-=Slavery Complete=-

“What do you think about Hannah and Leah?” I asked as Spencer and I walked away from the Rec Center.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, they’re little girls. Kids, actually.”

Spencer laughed, “I know. One of them is my sister. Remember, I used to be her big brother, and now she’s in charge of me.”

“I mean, they’re not even in middle school and already they know all about boys and sex and stuff. I didn’t even know what a girl looked like when I was their age.”

Spencer blushed, “I still don’t. I’ve seen pictures of course, and remember a bit from when Hannah was just a baby, but a grown-up girl …”

“Me too,” I admitted. “The girls hold all the cards. They know all about us, but we know nothing about them. It isn’t fair, but there is something about it not being fair that makes it exciting for me.”

“I know what you mean. I get very embarrassed when I have to get undressed in front of them; especially my own sister. But I always have a hard on when I do it.”

“What’s that like?”

“What’s what like?”

“Your sister. What’s it like living in the same house with a girl who has seen you naked and make you do things?”

“It’s not that bad. She seems to have taken the girls’ advice and doesn’t push it too much. If I’m nice to her she’s pretty much the same as before, but I had to clean up my act. I can’t tease her anymore, and if there’s a chore that she doesn’t want to do, she can make me do it for her. I don’t argue with her or even say anything to upset her.

Actually, she has changed a little. Except for our ‘special times’ she’s nicer to me. Maybe she’s nice to me because I’m nice to her or maybe it’s something else. I used to be her big brother. Now the roles are reversed sort of. I think she likes having power over me and I think she’s having fun in her new role as a nurturing ‘big sister’ even though she’s 4 years younger than me.”

“So she doesn’t do any sex things with you during the week?”

“Mom and dad are around too much. She used to make me take it out so she could see it all the time. But she’s even toned that down a lot. It’s pretty much just in the morning as we are getting ready to go out or at night when we’re ready to go to bed.

I know that she’s long over her curiosity. She’s seen the both of us enough to get an idea what boys look like in various stages of arousal and she has plenty of pictures. I think she does it just because she can. All she has to say is ‘show me’ and I have to do it.

Then there’s the days with swim practice. Leah convinced her mom to come into the house and visit with my mom for a couple of minutes when she drops Hannah off. She and Hannah go straight to Hannah’s room, and I have to come in and pull down my pants for them.

Leah likes to touch it and play with it, but she stops before I cum. Last time Hannah’s swim cap fell out of her bag. Leah picked it up and said something about trying to catch our stuff in it so they can see how much we cum. Hannah liked that idea. I really don’t know how they’re going to be able to manage that.”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, “but we’re talking about girls here. They can be pretty inventive when they want to be.”

“Especially when it comes to playing with us,” Spencer chuckled.

Spencer went on. “It’s tough living in the house with Hannah. For 10 years she was my kid sister: a little girl who lived in my house. Now she’s something else. I get hard being around her – my own sister! I also feel myself getting hard around other girls her age. I figure if Hannah can do it, so can any girl.”

“Is there something wrong with us, Spence? Do other boys feel like this?”

“I don’t know. I bet if they do, they’ll deny it. I wouldn’t worry about it. It works for me. I like when the girls do things to us: even the spankings. OK, they’re not so much fun, but I still like them in a way.

I’ll bet there aren’t any other boys in town who get as much action as we do. Even if it is from little girls like my sister. Even Leah is beginning to grow on me. It’s kind of hard not to like a girl who’s jerked you off.”

It was my turn to laugh, “I read an article in National Geographic in my doctor’s office. It was about bonobos; they’re sort of like chimpanzees only in bonobo tribes the female apes rule.

The girl bonobos give sex to the boy bonobos and the boy bonobos bring them food and groom them and do all kinds of stuff for them.

Is that what we are, a couple of horny apes?”

“If getting an occasional spanking, and dancing for the girls and playing silly games and making them lunch, doing their laundry and cleaning house gets me masturbated, well then …” Here Spencer capered around scratching under his arms doing a monkey imitation going “Uhhh. Uhhh.Uhhh.”

I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. Just weeks ago, neither of us would ever admit that we even self-masturbated. Now we were talking about being sexually and socially dominated by a group of pre-teen girls as casually as discussing what we had for dinner the night before.

We got to the point where we needed to separate to get to our respective houses. I went off towards mine thinking that Spencer had to face Hannah when he got home. I felt strangely envious of him.

-=o=-

The following week was busy one with the girls. Mostly it was spent “out” with us doing things around town. The girls were very interested in the “friend” part of boyfriend and wanted to show us off.

To be sure we did garner some looks from other people. Adults looked at us and smiled, I am sure they thought we were “cute.”

Boys looked at us with a laugh in their eyes. I could read their thoughts, “What’s the matter with you losers. Can’t find a real girl your own age? Do you help them play with their dollies?” Of course in my mind was the retort, “Go ahead and laugh, blue balls. You have no idea how good these girls are at sex.”

Other girls looked at Sandra and Tammy with envy in their eyes. After all, Spencer and I were high school boys and we were so polite to the girls.

We were not just polite to Sandra and Tammy, but also to their friends. We’ve had enough training in that area to treat any girl, regardless of her age with respect.

The after-date masturbations were mind-blowing as usual. Friday, per the girls’ decision, was a day of abstinence. That only made my anticipation of Saturday even worse.

I don’t know what was wrong with me. I was getting more sexual pleasure than any boy could even imagine and I was getting it from some very cute, albeit a little-on-the-young-side girls. Yet I seemed to live for our Saturday performances for the girls.

Was it because there were more girls involved? Was it because Hannah and Leah were so young? Sandra and Tammy had some claim over us; we were their boyfriends. Hannah and Leah had no such claim. Their “ownership” of us was based solely on the fact that they were girls. Oh yes, and the little matter of blackmail: a threat we knew they were unlikely to carry out, but nagged at the back of my mind whenever I thought of them.

Something else happened when I thought of them; I’d get an erection. They weren’t much to look at. They certainly were cute enough girls, but they were not developed at all in a womanly way. I think it was the thought of what they could “make” us do that triggered the erections.

Or maybe it was the venue. On Saturday, Hannah had complete control of the house from mid-morning to late afternoon. The girls could make elaborate preparations and take their time. I had to admit that getting it off was fun, but waiting to get it off was even more fun.

So here we were at Hannah’s house on Saturday morning. By now Hannah and Leah were comfortable ordering Spencer and me around, and we were soon naked for them and getting on with our chores.

Leah had brought over her school uniforms and I pressed her skirt and blouse as Spencer polished her shoes. We swapped these jobs when it came time to do Hannah’s uniform.

The young girls got comfortable with seeing naked boys working around the house, and the constant giggling subsided. Of course they would break out into gales of laughter whenever we played some game that they’d come up with.

Mostly, however we did chores, danced with them (there were some giggles as they watched our penises and balls bounce around), waited on them or just sat and talked.

When it came time for the first masturbation, Leah told the girls the idea she got when playing with Spencer during the week. “I want to see how much stuff the boys put out. Most of it usually winds up on the floor. It’s such a waste.”

“What do you have in mind?” Sandra asked.

“Well, I think we can do them and catch the stuff in our swim caps. They shoot so far, that I think we need a big target for them to aim at.”

“So you’re suggesting that one girl hold the cap open while the other girl jerks the boys off into it?”

Tammy interrupted, “I got a better idea. Let’s jerk him off in the cap.”

There was a chorus of feminine, “What?”

Tammy went on, “You know, put the cap over the boy’s penis and jerk him off using it. This way when he shoots, all of his stuff will be in the cap.”

Sandra looked at the girls. Leah spoke up, “Yeah, I think that will be fun.”

Hannah put in, “The caps are latex, they should clean up easily enough.”

Tammy said, “What we really need is a condom. That way we could see it.”

“A what?” the other two younger girls asked.

“A condom, you know it’s like a rubber tube girls put over a boy’s penis so she won’t get pregnant.”

Silence.

“My cousin, Melissa, told me about them. She makes sure her boyfriend uses them all the time.”

“Well, we don’t have one, so we’ll have to use the cap.” Sandra said.

“We can make the boys get us some.”

“They won’t sell them to kids.”

“Oh yes they will. They sell them just about anywhere, and they won’t ask any questions. Melissa says so. It’s all about promoting safe sex or so she says. So the boys should be able to buy them.”

I didn’t like the sound of that at all. I mean I know what a condom is. We learned about them in sex ed and I’ve even seen one. It never occurred to me that girls might put them on their boys, but I guess that made sense.

But to actually buy them? How could I do that? It would mean going into a store where people know me. They would know. There’s really only one use for those things (or maybe after the girls start thinking about them, more than one). Suppose the checkout girl tells my mom?

I suppose I could use the express checkout and hope nobody sees. They don’t do an age check on these like beer, do they?

Fortunately, I was spared the ordeal at the moment. We had the bathing cap, and that would have to make do – whatever do was.

Hannah fingered my already hard erection up to the point of dripping and put the cap over my penis. It had her swim team logo on it and was even personalized with her name. It was sort of like being claimed by her.

At first it felt kind of tickly as the latex brushed against the head of my penis, but then it felt really kind of funny as I leaked more precum and it lubricated the cap. It was so slippery. I wondered if this would be the sensation I would have wearing a condom, and then thought no since the condom stays in place and the penis doesn’t slide around in it.

I could feel Hannah’s fingers, but the pressure was sort of spread out by the relatively thick rubber of the cap. It was a lot like being stimulated by Spencer’s cum-soaked cock, but different. Hannah had finer control.

She was both using the cap to spread my precum over my penis, and my penis to spread the precum inside the cap.

“You girls got to feel this. It’s so cool.” She said.

She stopped playing with me and let Leah take a turn. Even Sandra and Tammy took turns trying to catch my penis in the cap like a greased pig.

They eventually turned me back over to Hannah who continued exploring ways to rub me with her cap. At one point she stretched it out over my penis and pulled it tight so my penis was poking up into the cap. I could feel the rubber stretching over the head.

There wasn’t any way she could move the cap that did not stimulate my penis. My orgasm came on so quickly that it almost took me by surprise. I came and I came hard. It was different than the orgasms the girls gave me with their bare hands or even with Spencer’s penis or tongue. I could feel my ejaculate welling up and gushing inside the cap. How far I would have shot it if not for the cap, I don’t know. Hot semen filled the inside of the cap and surrounded my penis.

Hannah was delighted. She squealed, “I can feel it! I can feel it!” She kept at it for a long as I could twitch.

Hannah removed the swim cap carefully from my penis. My penis was coated with my own ejaculate. She opened the cap and peered in. “Look at it!” She held the cap open as she showed it around. Even Spencer and I took a peek. There was quite a pool of semen in the bottom.

“Look at that mess,” Leah said, pointing to my penis. “Go wash that off.”

“Wait!” Hannah said, “I got a better idea. Let’s have Spence lick it clean.”

Spencer looked non too happy at the suggestion even with the practice both of us had gotten. But he knew better than to disobey orders from a girl, even his sister. He knelt down, took my penis and started licking it. He soon had me as hard as I could get. The only thing that kept me from cumming was the thorough milking Hannah had just given me.

When he was done, Hannah said to me, “OK, now it’s your turn. Clean up my cap.”

I looked at her expecting the worst, and I heard it.

“Yes, with your tongue. I’ll put the cap on this chair and you can kneel in front of it and lick it clean.”

I got down on all fours and put my face to the cap. The edges were easy, but to get the stuff deeper in, I had to push my face into the cap. Hannah decided to help. She sat on my back like a rider and picked up the cap and put it over my face like a nosebag used to feed a horse.

She pushed the cum-filled cap into my face so I could reach the various corners of it with my tongue. Cum was smeared across my face. The girls laughed when Hannah finally pulled the cap from my face and they got a look at it

She inspected the results and giggled, “It looks like you got more on your face than is left in the cap. We’ll still have to clean out the cap with soap and water, but we can wait on that. We still have Spence to do, and what’s left of your cum has him off to a good start with the lubrication.”

I watched as Leah did Spencer with Hannah’s cap. I had to admit that it was an impressive show. Even though his penis was hidden by the cap, his body told the whole story. Every muscle on his body went taught at the moment of climax.

As Leah passed the cap around afterwards, I had to admit that my buddy was a better cummer than me. There was quite a pool of his semen at the bottom.

I licked his penis clean and then he went to work cleaning the cap.

When the ordeal was over, Hannah told us, “Boys, go wash your faces and clean out the cap real good. It has to go over my hair.”

As we took our turns at the sink, I told Spencer, “That sister of yours has turned out to be quite a bitch! Boy, can she be mean.”

“It’s a good thing she’s not like that during the week. She does a couple of small things, just to remind me that she’s in charge, but she’s actually nicer to me than she used to be.

There’s something about when the girls get together that turns on her horny streak.”

“Yeah, the girls do tend to feed off each other’s energy.”

The girls put us to continuing our chores. Throughout the remainder of the day both Hannah and Leah whispered in each other’s ears and giggled as Spencer or I walked by. Occasionally, the girl being whispered too eyes would go wide. I figured they were hatching some sort of plot and it couldn’t be good for us boys.

Finally their giggling even got to the older girls. “What is it?” Tammy asked.

Leah explained between her giggles. “The thing with the swim cap got Hannah and me thinking. We though what it would be like to go into the boys’ locker room and do it to the boys. I bet we could get enough cum to fill the pool. So every time Ryan or Spencer walked by, we’d imagine which one of the boys on the team he would be.”

As I sat down in front of Hannah and spread my legs for the final masturbation of the day, I got lost in thought. I was glad to hear that the girls did have plans, but that they did not involve me. They also had fantasies about other boys. It got me thinking. When I was 10, I knew that about half the kids were girls, but I really didn’t think about them in any kind of a sexual way. They were merely penisless people.

If they were as horny as Hannah and Leah seemed to be then it’s no wonder girls like boys older than them. What’s the sense of liking a boy if he’s incapable of liking you back. I guess it’s true. Girls do mature faster than boys.

Maybe Sandra and Tammy are the best Spencer and I could hope for. Girls our own age have probably already been dating for several years: some of them even with boys old enough to drive. How could we compete with that?

Girls were ahead of us. They were more sophisticated than we were. As much as boys like to talk about sex, girls actually know more about sex. I certainly didn’t know as much about the opposite sex’s parts and how they worked when I was 10. In fact I still had’t seen the opposite sex’s parts for real.

For the moment, I was resigned. I would put myself in the loving, although stern, care of Sandra and I would endure the trials the younger girls put Spencer and me through. It pleased Sandra and pleasing her was my whole life.

It wasn’t a bad life.

-=o=-

Epilogue

The girls and Spencer and I kept up our Saturday sessions for a couple of years. In the process, Leah’s Cousin Ginny also made some cameo appearances when she was in town. Occasionally one of the girls form Hannah’s and Leah’s swim team would also make a one-time appearance. Apparently the all the girls on the swim team knew what was going on, although some took more convincing than others.

These “new” girls were sworn to secrecy by Sandra and Tammy. I later found out that they insured this secrecy by getting the girls to allow them to take incriminating photos of them to be released if they ever talked.

Hannah and Leah eventually got boyfriends of their own, and were much more interested in playing with them than with us. So the Saturday sessions came to an end, except for special “quadruple dates” where the four girls and their boyfriends got together.

As Sandra got older, she also got to do some babysitting. I was called upon as a demonstrator model for several girls’ education. Sandra was continuing in the tradition of Eileen.

Sandra and I grew together. We truly did become boyfriend and girlfriend. We eventually became lovers. It was her special gift to me on her 16^th birthday (I was 18 at the time). Of course, our lovemaking is always on her terms with my pleasing her orally before and after the event.

In college, girls chased after me. They were impressed by my manners and the way I treated them with respect. But they could not stand a chance against Sandra.

Of course Sandra and I got married: Tammy being her maid of honor. For my side I had trusty Spencer as my best man.

Tammy and Spencer got married a year later. I am not quite sure it was Spencer’s idea, but after over a decade of Tammy’s dominance of him I’m not sure he was capable of having ideas of his own anymore. He just did what she told him to do.

When I say that they tied the knot, I meant it, literally. They had the traditional ceremony, and then a week later a special function for their female dominant friends. There wasn’t a clothed man in the entire room. Sandra and Tammy had Spencer and me re-enact some of our Saturday games.

Sandra and Tammy still stay in touch. They are a member of a group of like-minded women and men. The group has a “formal” function a couple of times a year and Sandra and Tammy get Spencer and me together more often than that. It’s isn’t every Saturday, but then, I can’t take it every Saturday anymore.

(The End)