Jeannie Grants Wishes 5

By See Erva

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Leaving Jeannie in the living room with Jerry and Stella, Tanisha chased up the stairs after Chris. He ran into the bathroom, slammed the door shut and turned the lock. Tanisha raced to Stella’s room and grabbed a lolipop from her desk, then returned to the bathroom to pop the safety lock. The bathroom door was slightly open since Chris was jiggling it to get the latch into position. Tanisha rammed it with her shoulder. It flew open, pushing Chris into the room. Tani rushed in and grabbed his arm. He tried to resist but she was more powerful. She began dragging him into the hallway. He grabbed the doorpost and held on. She kicked him in the belly. He doubled over and sank to the floor. She grabbed his arms from behind and dragged him to his bedroom. By then, Jeannie had joined them.

“Chris isn’t being cooperative tonight,” Tanisha said. “I had to use force.”

“Very silly, Chris,” Jeannie chided. “We still have those videos. If you don’t cooperate, we’ll show them to Carla and Mara. Don’t you get that? In fact, if you give us a hard time, we’ll call them right now and ask them to join us. Do you want that?”

Just imaging her carrying out her threat caused Chris to groan. If those girls saw him like that, he would never be able to face them again.

“Then get with the program! What you did to Stella was disgusting!”

“It was no different than what you did to me!”

“Yes, it was. We did it because of the way you treated us! We didn’t invite others to participate. Don’t you see the difference between some girls humiliating you and some boys sexually assaulting your sister?”

A new plan occurred to him. Mustering up some bravado, he shouted, “What you did to me is also sexual assault! In fact, unless you plan on killing me, I’ll be calling the police to report it. You’ll wind up on the sexual offender registry!”

“Better think about that, Chris,” Jeannie warned. “Here’s how it could play. Three girls were tired of your bullying and name-calling, so they decided to teach you a humiliating lesson. You then invited three friends of yours to sexually assault your sister. Two had the good sense to leave. I doubt any criminal charges will be filed except against your mother.”

“Mom wasn’t even here!”

“Exactly. Did she know about it and look the other way? Did she not know? Was she an accomplice after the fact or just neglectful? Child Protective Services will definitely insist you and Stella move out. Stella can move in with us or the Carters, but where are you gonna go? Not Jimmy’s or Levon’s, their folks already think you’re a bad influence and this won’t help. So it’ll have to be some kind of foster home. I’m sure you’ve heard what goes on there. They’ll chew you up and spit you out. What happened here will seem like recess in comparison. So what’s it gonna be, Chris? You want to make that call?”

She held out her cell phone. He remained silent and made no move toward it.

“I’ll take that as a no, then. So let’s lose those clothes, shall we?”

Blushing and glaring at her, Chris stripped to his underwear.

“Keep going.”

Unlike the last time where they had caught him by surprise, this time he was being forced to do it himself and the shame was a thousand times worse. Staring at the carpet, Chris dropped his final garment to the floor.

“This situation definitely calls for a spanking. Tani, will you do the honors?”

Tanisha sat in the chair while Jeannie recorded on her cell phone. Like an automaton, Chris draped himself across her lap. Tonight he had no time to appreciate the pleasure of his manhood in her crotch. All he felt was the depression of failure, the humiliation of his position and shortly thereafter the pain of Tanisha’s hand making sudden contact with his backside. She gave him ten this time. The pain was excruciating. When she finished, he did the spank dance, jumping up and down while rubbing his sore behind.

“When you’re finished your dance, it’s time for horsey rides.”

With another groan, he went down on all fours. Tanisha mounted him first and rode him around the room until he felt his back was breaking. Then it was Jeannie’s turn. At first he was relieved to be carrying her lesser weight but after a few revolutions, she started becoming heavier.

“Let’s try something new,” Jeannie decided, dismounting. “Get on your knees.”

He raised his hands off the floor. Jeannie straddled his shoulders and sat on his neck, keeping most of her weight on her own feet. His cheeks pressed against the inside of her thighs. He felt a moist heat from her panty-covered crotch against the back of her neck.

“Give me a shoulder ride,” she demanded.

Chris heaved but could not manage to get her more than a few inches off the ground.

“I can’t do it!” he protested.

“Are you sure?” Tanisha asked.

She grabbed his shaft in her fist and tugged gently but firmly. Chris was forced to his feet, bearing Jeannie’s weight. His humiliation could not have been more acute.

“I knew you could do it!” Tanisha said, as she led him around the room by his manhood.

Chris felt himself beginning to collapse from the strain. Tanisha let go as he shouted and fell. Jeannie rode him down to the floor and stood as his knees hit the carpet. He turned over and looked up at her.

“No more!” he pleaded.

Then something caught his eye - a thin strip of white. From his prone position looking up, he had a clear view right up Jeannie’s short skirt. She noticed his smirk and the effect it was having on his stiffening member.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked.

“Uh...am I supposed to say no?”

“I would be insulted if you did. Would you like a really good look?”

She stepped forward so her feet were on either side of his head. Looking up, her crotch filled his vision. Then it grew suddenly larger as she sat down, trapping his face beneath her. A part of Chris’s brain shouted, “OMG! She’s sitting on my face!” It wrestled with the other part which shouted, “I’m practically kissing a girl’s crotch!” And not just any girl, but Jeannie Carter on whom he had crushed for a long time. Her smell was overpowering and he turned his head to the side. Now she was sitting on his right cheek. His manhood became a steel rod. Jeannie rose.

“Now comes the grand finale,” she said. “If memory serves, you enjoy it.”

Chris followed her to the bathroom, Tanisha taking up the read. Jeannie twisted the knob. It was locked.

“Hey, who’s in there?” Jeannie shouted.

“Out in a minute!” Stella called.

About a minute later, they heard the lock click on the doorknob, then the door was jiggled and the sliding latch released. The door opened and Stella came out, dressed and with a towel wrapped around her hair.

“We’re about to give Chris the grand finale,” Jeannie explained.

“Have fun!”

“Hey, Jerry! You were in there? I guess Stella gave you the grand finale. But Stella, why is your hair wet?”

“It’s easier when we’re both in the tub,” Stella explained.

“You and Jerry?”

“He’s already seen all there is to see.”

“Uh, sis, that offer to lend me money for my date, is it still good?” Jerry asked.

“How much do you need?”

“Thirty bucks should do it.”

“So Carla came around?”

“No. I told you there was another girl I had my eye on. She said yes.”

“That’s great! Who is she?”

“I don’t know if she wants to go public yet.”

“You know people are gonna see you in that theater.”

“And walking to the theater,” Stella added. “And at the fro-yo shop afterward. And you only need twenty bucks. You cover the tickets and I’ll cover the snacks and fro-yo.”

“OMG! Stella! You and Jerry?”

“We’ve already been to third base. We might as well have a date.”

Jeannie ordered Chris into the tub. Then she filled her hand with shampoo and fondled him to climax. After he rinsed off, she toweled him dry like a child, then led him naked back to his room where she dressed him.

“You see what happened with Jerry?” she asked rhetorically. “He started off even worse than you. But he accepted our corrective action and got with the program. Now he looks good and was even asked out by Carla Hicks who he had the good sense to turn down. Now look at you. You haven’t changed. You’re still just as rude as nasty as when we started - worse even. If you don’t shape up, expect a lot more of what you just got. And since that doesn’t seem to be helping, maybe it’s time we upped the stakes. You brought three boys here to assault Stella. That means we should invite three girls here to deal with you. We’ll let you choose one of them. Who should it be beside Carla Hicks and Mara Wolf?”

Chris was suffused by a palpable terror. He doubled over and almost retched on the floor.

“Noooo! You can’t! I’ll never be able to look at them again!”

“Now you know how Stella felt! At least the boys had the good sense to understand. Now who will the third girl be? Make your choice or we’ll do it for you!”

“I can’t think right now!”

“Then we’ll give you until tomorrow to decide.”

The girls left his room. When he heard them descending the stairs, he allowed himself to smile. In all the time they had been humiliating him, they had forgotten that he had held a camera while shaming Jeannie. He had embarrassing videos of her. Now he could threaten to release them if they showed his. He had not mentioned them sooner because they could have taken away the camera and erased them. As soon as he uploaded them to his private space on the Internet and beyond their reach, he would let them know.

He went to the bathroom. His real reason in running directly here when the girls first arrived was not for his safety. He knew they would have broken in. It was because it had given him time to hide his phone in the laundry hamper. Now he fished inside and found it. He went back to his room and fired up his laptop. While it was booting, he turned on the phone. To his shock, no photos were displayed. With trembling hands, he checked the slot on the side. The memory card was missing.

He ran back to the bathroom and dumped all the clothing from the hamper on the floor. He went carefully through each item, even checking the pockets. The card - his only hope of getting out from under the girls literally - was gone.

(The End)