I've told you about how that group of girls threatened to pants me.
Here's what I recall of the fantasy I built from that incident.
The girls grab me and don't merely pull down my pants, they take
all my clothes. And while two of them hold me another runs off
with my clothes.
She quickly returns, and they tell me I'll only get my clothes back if I do everything they tell me to.
At first, they amuse themselves by making me display my genitals to them and bend over and spread my ass cheeks open.
Then, growing bolder, they start poking and prodding me. My cock and balls are handled roughly.
They pinch my cock painfully, and then they discover how sensitive my balls are and they each give them a good hard squeeze.
Then they tell me to get hard for them. To play with myself. I start stroking as they make comments about how silly it looks.
Even so, I'm soon very hard and quite aroused. Apparently one of them knows something about boys, as she makes me stop before I can come.
One of them has found a 16 oz pop bottle (glass, back then) and they make me try to push it up my ass.
It won't go very far, even as they push fairly hard. Then one of them gets the bright idea of lubricating it with some hand lotion she has.
With this, they are able to get it in quite a ways, and as they work it in and out, the discomfort fades and it starts becoming pleasurable.
I start moaning and pushing back. This makes them laugh.
I hadn't noticed, but one of them had gone off again. Suddenly, I'm told "Look over here". And there's a flash. She's gotten a camera!
And it's an instant picture one. They show me the picture and my face is clearly visible. So is the pop bottle in my ass and my erection.
They make me pose for more pictures, threatening to show the first picture around school.
They take me into some bushes, and make me eat their pussies. Finally, they decide they should leave.
I ask for my clothes, and one of them gives me her address. It's only a few hundred feet away. But how can I get there... Hell, there's a streetlight I'll have to walk under!
She tells me I can knock on her window. But that if I don't get there before she falls asleep, too bad.
I spend an hour or two hiding in the brush as the stores close and things quiet down.
Finally, it must be getting close to midnight, I sneak down the alley and past the corner. I have to hide several times as I see cars in the distance, but none turn onto the street.
Finally, I approach the side of the house and peek in the window. She's reading in bed.
I knock timidly on the window. She doesn't seem to hear me. I knock a bit harder. And then harder.
She looks up and smiles. Then walks over slowly.
"Oh, you want your clothes back?"
"Yes, please."
"Well, I suppose I could give them back." She pauses. "After all we still have these..."
She holds up one of the pictures they took. Even though it's a poor black and white photo, it's clear both that it's me, and what I was doing.
"You're going to do anything we want you too, or these will get around school."
I can't say anything.
She hands me my clothes through the window.
"You'll be hearing from us..."
I hurriedly dress and leave.
Over the next few days, the girls smile at me every time our paths cross. And they cross a lot.
Finally, about a week later one of them hands me a note.
It tells me to meet them somewhere at a specific time.
Of course I show up. It's not as if I have a choice.
And I find that they've waited so long because they were planning things...
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