Miss Sandra Chapter 8

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 8
-=Waiting for Saturday=-

I left Spencer’s house with sweat on my brow and a knot in my stomach. His kid sister had the goods on us, and it only promised to get worse. I felt bad for Spencer; he had to live with her.

Both of us showed up early at the Rec Center the next day and this gave us some time to talk before the girls got there.

“What are we going to do about your sister?”

“I don’t know. She’s driving me nuts. Last night she must have made me pull it out at least a dozen times to show her. Mom almost caught us twice. She made me do the dishes for her even though it was her turn.”

“Do you think she’ll go along with her threats?”

“You don’t know my sister well, do you? She means every word of it.”

“Who is this Leah she’s talking about?”

“Leah is a girl on her swim team. They’ve been friends since kindergarten. She’s kind of cute, but still she’s a kid.”

“Do we tell the girls?”

“I think we sort of have to. We can’t keep this a secret from them for long.”

“Keep what a secret?” Sandra asked. They girls had sort of sneaked up on us while we were talking.

“Can we go someplace private and talk?” I asked.

“Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of Tammy.”

“No, I mean all four of us.”

“This must be serious. You guys never talk about it at all. Much less in a public place. We can use the picnic benches over on the far side of the park. Nobody will be there at this time of day.”

We sat on the benches as Spencer and I stumbled through what happened at his house the previous day. We really didn’t keep to any clear order and kept jumping back and forth in the story. The girls interrupted us with questions of their own. All in all, it took twice as long to tell the story as it did for the events to happen.

Sandra gave me a peck on my cheek, “I think it’s sweet that you boys wanted to practice for us. You especially for trying to help your friend out.”

Tammy was holding Spencer’s hand and stroking it. “I must have been really embarrassing for you boys; especially you Spencer – your own sister! How do you face her?”

He gulped and his Adam’s apple bobbed, “I don’t. Every time she looks at me, I have to lower my eyes. I’m so ashamed.”

“Ashamed? Ashamed that you were doing something nice for us girls and got caught doing it?”

Sandra gave it some more thought. “What’s done is done. We can’t go back and undo it. Let’s work with what we got. Look, you’re our boyfriends. Girls look out for their boyfriends. Tammy and I will see to it that you don’t get into trouble, but it will mean working with Hannah.

It seems that she already knows everything, so we might as well just include her in our activities.”

Tammy told Spencer, “I’ll see what I can do to get her off your back. She’s a girl. She should know that girlfriends take priority over sisters. You’re still going to have to treat her nice though. In fact you boys should be treating all girls nice; especially us.”

Sandra added, “Spencer, tell your sister that she’ll see you boys cum and a lot more if she agrees to our conditions.

We’ll go over to your house on Saturday so she and her friend can watch you, but Tammy and I run the show. We’ll let the girls play with you and we’ll demonstrate how to jerk you off. They should like that.”

Tammy said, “I’d like to see the pictures.”

Sandra put in, “I’ll see what I can do to talk her into not sending the pictures to anyone. After all, there is something in this for her. If she sends the pictures, then it’s all over. If she keeps the pictures to herself and just Leah, Tammy and me, then we’ll make sure you boys put on a good show for them every Saturday.”

-=o=-

We didn’t spend much time at the Rec Center that day. The girls seemed eager to get us to Tammy’s place so they could play with us for real. They couldn’t even wait until lunch and actually had us skip a couple of chores so we could get to the first “playtime” earlier.

Soon Spencer and I were standing with hands on our heads, face-to-face and penis-touching-penis with the girls hands on our erected members. The girls learned quickly from their previous experience and soon established the familiar swirling motion that excited both of us boys.

Even though I had taken Spencer in my mouth before, I wasn’t sure I could do it again. I wasn’t willing to throw the contest. Besides, I had to try to win for Sandra’s sake. Nonetheless, it was difficult keeping my mind off what the girls were doing to us and on something else. I could feel the pressure building and knew that it would be only a matter of time before I came. Fortunately for me, Spencer came first.

Tammy stopped swirling him and Sandra held my penis under his so he could deposit as much of his semen on it as was possible.

By the time it was over, I looked down to see my cum-coated organ pulsating with the beat of my heart.

“On your knees, Spencer, and lick him off,” Tammy ordered.

I sighed as his tongue touched my organ. As excited as I was I was wondering if I would cum on his face. Sandra took hold of my organ again and positioned it and held it steady so he could do his job better.

I was still tightrope walking on the edge of ejaculating. A drop of precum oozed out. Sandra noticed it and said. “Look at that! Spencer, lick it off. Stick your tongue in his pee hole and clean it out.”

I almost lost it when I felt the hardened tip of his tongue flickering at my pee hole.

Finally, Sandra commanded, “Now take him in your mouth.”

I felt his mouth slide up my organ, and it was too much. I didn’t even hump. He didn’t even suck or blow. All that happened was that Sandra fed my organ into his mouth and there it sat for maybe a full second at the most. I couldn’t last. I tightened and shot. Tammy held his head steady as I could feel him try to pull back.

“Fuck his mouth,” Tammy said. I couldn’t. I was so paralyzed with my own orgasm, I could barely interpret her order.

“Suck him,” came Sandra’s command to Spencer.

He did establish a little bit of a rhythm and that helped my last several squirts into his mouth.

After making him hold me in his mouth for at least a minute, the girls released Spencer. He fell back to sit on his heels. His penis was fully erected even though he had just cum. His face had my cum dribbling down the side and his chin. It was barely enough for the size of the ejaculation I just had. He had to have swallowed most of it.

The girls were delighted. “See, you can do it if you try,” Sandra beamed.

“Why don’t you boys clean up and make us all some lunch?” Tammy suggested.

It was like a switch was turned. At one moment, the atmosphere was erotic with the girls taking charge of our wild sex act, and then as quickly as a change in a traffic light, it was “make us some lunch.”

I realized that this was everything to Spencer and me, but to the girls it still seemed like only a game that was fun to play. To them, Spencer and I were like dolls that the girls played with until they got bored, and we were tossed aside until they were interested in playing with us again.

Lunch and the rest of the day went pretty well. It seemed that once the girls had “broken” Spencer, they were satisfied to get on with the routine. Both Spencer and I had wonderful ejaculations at the end-of-day jerk off.

(The End)