Age of Puberty (Girl's POV)

She’d knocked me for another loop. Instead of thinking about that, though, I decided that the setting was getting on my nerves. I suggested that she let me dry off and that I’d get dressed, and then we could keep talking.

You don’t understand how groundbreaking this was in our relationship. Prior to this we were strangers who lived in the same house. Roommates who had separate rooms, and who lived with the landlord. When she said, “I kind of liked it,” and I thought, “I did too,” our relationship underwent a seminal change. No pun intended there, but we weren’t the same people we had been.

Oh sure, we were probably closer than I characterize it. You have to be when you’re family. But that closeness wasn’t intentional. It was more closeness by osmosis. This was the first time we were really interested in talking about something.

But the strangeness wasn’t over quite yet. As I dried off, I guess I felt more comfortable about things, because my penis quit trying to hide up inside my body and lengthened to its normal soft length of maybe five inches.

“How do you do that?” she asked, genuinely curious. She was staring at my Dick. “There isn’t a single thing on my body I can make get bigger like that.” She glanced up. “Not without Kleenexes, anyway.” She actually grinned at me! It was astounding!

“You don’t need to do that,” I said, reflexively.

“Oh? And why is that?” she asked.

“Cause your boobs are just fine,” I said.

“They’re too small,” she said.

“Not even,” I replied. “If they were any bigger you’d look top-heavy.”

“I thought boys liked big boobs,” she said.

“Some do,” I admitted. “For me, it’s more important that a girl looks balanced.”

“You usually have good taste in girls,” she offered.

“Because I think you’re hot?” I asked, grinning.

“No, because you just do,” she said, not smiling. “Except for Eliza. She’s a bitch.”

“I agree,” I said.

“And maybe Suzi. She thinks she’s special.”

“Let’s not go through the whole list,” I said. We were at the kitchen table again by then. I was eating one of Dad’s Ding Dongs, which he bought especially for himself each week. I’d apologize to him later. He counted them religiously, but he never got all that upset when somebody purloined one or two. Jasmine was nibbling on raw baby carrots. She’d go running later. She was in really good shape. I lifted heavy stuff a lot, and had bigger muscles, but she was in better shape than I was.

“I think that’s why I’m so surprised you think I’m hot,” she said.

“I didn’t start out thinking that,” I said. “It just sort of happened.”

“Well, it happened pretty quickly,” she said. “You were playing with your … um … thing … the second or third time you came in there.”

“Thing?” I grinned. I couldn’t help it.

“I’m not used to talking about things like this with my brother, Sam,” she said, darkly. “You were playing with your cock the second or third time you came in there. Okay?”

“No I wasn’t. I didn’t do that until maybe the third or fourth time.”

“You had a boner, Sam. And you rubbed it.”

“Yes, I got a boner,” I admitted. “And that’s part of the problem. It’s hard to go when you have one, and you have to kind of encourage things to get started.”

“So it only looked like you were jacking off,” she said, skeptically.

“Exactly,” I said, feeling like I’d explained away something.

“What about those other times?” she asked.

Busted. But I figured I might as well admit it.

“Yeah. But that was after things got all mixed up in my mind. I thought you were …” Suddenly I lost my courage. One does not just toss off accusations to one’s sister that one thinks she masturbates in the shower.

“You thought I was what?” she asked. No break for me.

“I imagined you were … um … touching yourself in the shower,” I said, weakly. “I mean I know you weren’t, but it was kind of a fantasy that you were. That’s what got me so excited.”

“Actually, I was touching myself,” she admitted, without a blush. “When you started coming in there and staring at me, even though I thought you were thinking about some other girl, it made me feel … special? Pretty? I don’t know the right word. It just made me excited. I had to rub.”

“You do that?” I croaked.

“Of course I do,” she said, easily. “You do. Why would it be so odd for me to do it, too?”

Remember that monologue in the beginning of this story, when I said nobody admits masturbating? She was one of the few who would admit it, and I was one of the few she’d admit it to. But she did it so easily!

“How long have you been doing it?” It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. What can I say? It was the perv in me.

“Since I was eleven or twelve,” she said. “I didn’t realize how far it could go for a few months. At first it just felt good, but then I learned if you go long enough it’s better than good.”

“Me too!” I said, enormously surprised.

“Mom says it’s normal,” she said.

“You told Mom?” I gasped.

“I was worried I might hurt myself,” she said. “Only a year before that, Grandma told me that if I played with myself or washed too long I could go blind.”

“Oh, good grief,” I groaned.

“Mom said Gram’s heart was in the right place, and that she was raised in different times.”

And, just like that, we ran out of things to talk about. Things suddenly felt strained again. At least to me. There was so much left unsaid, but I had no idea what else to say, so I just sat there and licked the chocolate from my fingers where they had melted into the frosting on the Ding Dong. Eventually she stood up.

“I’m going to go run,” she said.

“Okay,” I replied.

She got to the doorway that led out of the kitchen and turned.

“Sam? I’m glad we had this talk.”

“Me too,” I said.

She went off to her room. I had some thinking to do, and the kitchen was as good a place as any. She came back by the doorway ten minutes later. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had on her running togs. She looked good. She paused in the doorway.

“Sam?”

“Yeah?” I was nervous for some reason.

“You can come in and watch me take a shower from now on. Any time you want to. Just flush the toilet if you use it, instead of leaving it.”

And then she was gone, leaving me sitting there wondering how the world had suddenly got turned on its side.

Now I know what kind of genre this story fits into. And I’ve read a few of the other stories in this ’erotica’ genre, so I know what you’re expecting. You’re expecting that things escalated right away and I got busy with my sister. But that’s not what happened. Sorry…..

What did happen was that, over the next week I went in and watched Jasmine through the glass 4 more times a day. Mom and Dad both worked, but Mom only worked part time. She did a lot of volunteer work, but you never know when that would be, so there were times when there was a parent around. Both of us knew this new little game we'd found would not be appreciated by our parents.

But ... and this was an important but ... it was also obvious that Jasmine did, in fact, want me to watch her in the shower. This was made clear by the fact that, those 4 times I got to watch her, she waited to take a shower until after Mom and Dad went to work ... and she came to find me and tell me she was going to take a shower.

The first time it was strange, knowing that she could see me and that she wanted me to see her. I was kind of tense. I didn't have to pee, so I had no legitimate purpose in sitting on the toilet. But that's what I did. I dropped my boxers and sat down. I had a boner, of course, but I didn't play with it that first time. The weirdness continued as she turned off the water and spoke to me.

"Sam?" she called.

"Um ... yeah?"

"You're not doing anything."

That seemed really stupid to me, because I was most assuredly doing something. I was sitting there staring at the blur of her body behind the glass, imagining being able to run my hands over her wet body.

"I thought you'd ... you know ... be touching yourself," she explained.

"Oh," I said.

"Is anything wrong?" she asked.

It was so strange having this conversation with this wall of wavy glass between us. In one sense it seemed normal, in that I was just having a conversation with my sister. In another it seemed very ab-normal. I mean the fact of where we were and what she was doing makes that obvious, I guess, but it was also strange because we were having a conversation. Honestly, that was the more atypical part of this whole new relationship. She'd always run around in her underwear from time to time, and she had a bikini just like every other girl in town. True I didn't get to see her naked or anything, but modesty wasn't king in our house. No, the odd part was that ever since she'd told me I could watch her in the shower, we'd gotten along really well, and talked to each other a lot more. I know now that all that meant was that we were acting more like normal brothers and sisters, who do actually talk to each other and interact routinely.

Of course I'm aware that most sisters don't invite their brothers to watch them take a shower, or like watching their brother jerk off, but those weren't the things we talked about on a day to day basis. I can't even remember what we did talk about, but it was what I now know was just normal sibling chit chat.

Except for now, of course. Right now, we were chit chatting about sexual things in a way I'm pretty sure most brothers and sisters don't.

"No," I answered her. "It just seems weird, I guess."

"After all the times you snuck in here to stare at me, suddenly it seems weird?"

"I guess it's different now that I know you can see me," I said.

"Did you steal all the towels?" she asked.

"No. Why?"

"I thought you might do that because I did it to you," she said.

"Nope."

"I'm ready to dry off," she said.

I interpreted that to mean it was time for me to leave, so I stood up. I didn't even think about the fact that I was still rock hard, and my cock jutted out proudly. I scurried out and went to my room to jack off and get some relief.

Fifteen minutes after I groaned and unloaded my balls in a pair of dirty underwear we were sitting across the table from each other again.

"Why'd you run out like that?" she asked, without preamble.

"You told me to leave," I said.

"No, I didn't."

"You said you were ready to dry off," I reminded her.

"I was asking you to hand me a towel, you dope," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh. Sorry. Guess I didn't understand."

"You're the older brother. You're supposed to be smart," she said.

That felt more normal.

"I'll remember next time," I said. I had a thought. "Is there going to be a next time?" I asked.

"Of course. I like doing this. It's exciting."

"You can say that again," I said.

"But next time you have to play with yourself, okay?"

"Sure," I said. "I have to tell you this doesn't make a lot of sense to me, though."

"Of course it does. I'm fifteen. I'm not allowed to date yet. How else am I supposed to learn about boys? Who else would I learn about boys from?"

"Your friends?" I suggested.

She snorted. "I may not be all that old and sophisticated, but everybody knows the average kid is full of shit when it comes to knowing about sex."

I had never heard the word "shit" issue from her lips. The limits of her "bad" language, in fact, had always been related to things she called me. Dork, turd, loser, retard, and a host of other pretty normal things girls call their brothers in a moment of disgust or anger. She'd even gotten creative on two occasions, once calling me an abortion, though that one didn't make any sense, and another time calling me an asshole. She'd whispered that one, though, and the ease with which "shit" rolled off her lips was kind of astonishing.

"I guess," I said.

"So being able to actually see things is really important," she said.

"I guess that makes sense," I admitted. I knew I wished I could see a naked girl up close and personal. I suspect that's why I peeked at Jasmine in the first place. "So ... if I do that, does that mean you'll be ... um ... doing it inside there at the same time?"

"Of course," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I decided not to point out that while she was "seeing" things through her side of the glass, all I was going to get to observe was her indistinct form through my side.
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So this all sounds pretty simple, right? I mean our conversation was right out in the open and very forthcoming. So you’d expect the rest of it to be that way too, right?

Except it wasn’t. Maybe it’s because this was all too new to us both.

What I mean is that instead of being that open about it the next morning, after Mom had left for work, Jasmine appeared in my bedroom door and said, “I’m going to go take a shower.”

I was reading and I looked up from the book and said, “Okay.”

I know that sounds pretty open, but by “open” I mean someone might have expected it to go this way:

“I’m going to get naked in the shower and push my finger up in my cunny. Wanna watch?”

“Fuckin’ A, I do! Let me strip down and coax a load of spooge out of my prick while I do that!”

But we didn’t do that. We talked in code.

Again I waited until she was in the shower before I went in. I was still in my sleepwear, which was just a pair of jockey shorts, and I pushed them down to reveal the fact I was very excited already. I sat down, but then thought about the fact that it’s pretty hard to beat off while sitting on the toilet unless you can lean back and straighten your body a bit. Jacking off while sitting upright just doesn’t feel like the optimum position in which to pursue this form of recreation.

So I stood back up and started stroking my meat while I looked at the shower door.

She made noises this time.

They were just little hums and soft moans, but I knew what they meant, or at least my imagination accepted that they meant she was, in fact, masturbating in the spray. It made me get there really quickly, probably within two minutes or less. I thought about turning to aim at the bowl, but something deep in my brain demanded that I show her what she was doing to me … what she was responsible for.

So I just leaned back a little when I felt it get there, and shot in my hand, right there, two feet from the shower door. I guess by then the “ewww” factor of spunking in my hand seemed less important than showing her what she was doing to me.

“Fuck!” yipped my sister. She was turning into a regular little potty mouth.

Then I got all freaked out that I’d just done what I’d just done and ran out of the bathroom. I had a handful of spooge, so I couldn’t pull up my shorts. I just stepped out of them and fled. I had to clean my hand off in the kitchen sink. Then I freaked again at the thought that if I left even one spot of it there, my mother would recognize it the second she saw it. And that led to a mind-bending few seconds in which I contemplated how familiar my mother was with semen, which just grossed me the fuck out. It should be instructive that all this was more important in my mind than the possibility that my mother might walk into the house and find me naked at the kitchen sink.

It was one thing to lust after my sister. It was another to imagine my mother being a sexual being.

So, I suppose, I was only half fucked up.

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Man! It sure feels good to let go and pump a nice, healthy load of cum into my sister Jasmine. She’s so soft and her pussy is sucking on my cock as it squirts. I can’t tell you how good it feels.

OK … I know what you’re thinking.

You’re thinking that any brother who would climb between the thighs of his little sister and slide his big nasty boner into her poor little pussy … and then CUM in that pussy … is probably a rat bastard.

But it wasn’t that way. Really! I HAD to do it! I had to do it for the team.

Let me explain. Then you’ll understand.

It all started when I went out for the football team at college. It was my final year, and I’d never played before. Our team had a seven year losing streak going, and we were the laughing stock of the entire academy. But I needed something on my resume for University to show that I’d participated in stuff, so I went out.

Turns out I have a flair for throwing the ball! Not only that, but I have a flair for throwing the ball right where it needs to be at any given time. So, after our pre-season practice, the coach put me in as quarterback. Let me tell you, it’s a whole different thing to stand out on the field, with the lights on and know that it’s all up to YOU to make things work.

There wasn’t much of a crowd that first night. Some of the parents went to the games, to support their kids, but when you haven’t won a game in seven years, people aren’t beating down the gates to get in. On the very first play of my “career” I told Jason to run just as hard and fast as he could straight ahead. He did. I hit him clean. He caught it and was almost too surprised to keep running. Touchdown. Just like that. It was pretty cool.

Not only did we break our losing streak that night, we beat the number two team in the academy doing it. You’d have thought we won world war three or something. Everybody and their mother wanted to talk to me.

After the game, and after all the hooplah died down and I was the last one in the locker room, Amber walked in while I was still in the shower. Amber is the head cheerleader, and one of the most popular girls in school. She was still dressed in her cheerleader uniform. She said she’d come to tell me how pleased she was that we had won the game. She was so pleased she said she was there to give me my reward.

Now all the time she was saying all this she was taking her clothes off. I thought it was some kind of joke, and that people would jump out laughing and pointing at my rod, which had stood right up as soon as she started getting naked.

But it was no joke. Amber made a nest on the floor with towels and tried to fuck my brains out.

Turns out I have a flair for something other than throwing a ball. I seem to have a gift for making girls very very happy too. By the time I could feel my jizz boiling up and was thinking about how it would be really smart if I didn’t blow my cork inside the most popular girl in school, her fingernails were dug into my ass so deep that I couldn’t move.

So I filled her full, and instead of screaming at me she started babbling that if I kept winning, she’d keep me in pussy for the whole year.

Well, that was fine with me. You see, up until I stuck my dick in Amber, I was a virgin, and I decided that I really liked this fucking business.

Anyway, she got the whole cheerleading squad together and somehow she made them promise that each time we won a game one of them would let me have one of them. I found out about this just before our second game.

Guess who told me.

You got it. My sister, Jasmine.

See, she’s on the cheerleading squad.

I’ll never forget the conversation. I was doing homework in my room and Jasmine sort of wandered in. That wasn’t so strange. We got along pretty well. She was one of those beautiful girls that guys don’t ever ask out because they’re sure she already has dates booked up until she’s about forty. Consequently, girls like that don’t actually get asked out and a lot of them don’t go on that many dates. And we had spent many a Friday and Saturday night playing board games, or watching movies or playing against each other in video games.

So when she walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed I looked at her and then went back to math.

Pretty soon she says “Sam, I need to talk to you about something.”

So I rolled over on my side and said “What?” kind of impatient like. I had a LOT of math to get done.

“Amber told me what you guys did.” She said this in a sort of flat voice that, over the years, I have learned means she’s pissed off. “Actually she told ALL of us about what you guys did.”

Now there’s several things a guy can do in a situation like this. Most of us try playing dumb first. “What do you mean?” I asked, dumb like.

So then I find out that Amber got them all together and said that I was their lucky charm, and that she’d fucked a load out of me for good luck and that if we kept winning it was up to the girls to keep the luck going and so on and so forth.

So naturally I figured that this meant I was in deep trouble, because my sister wasn’t impressed and was going to rat me out to our parents or somebody. I was so busy trying to think up some way of getting Jasmine to stay quiet I almost missed it when she said “Amber says your cock is really long and you’re really good with it.”

Let me tell you, most guys will NEVER hear ANYTHING like that from their sister.

I was stuck dumb.

Then Jasmine goes on to say “She says she came three times before you did.” This was getting weirder and weirder.

I said “Jasmine, this conversation is weirding me out.”

She looks right at me, all serious like and says “The girls agreed to do it.”

Wow. I was struck dumb again.

Jasmine stood up and I realized she was wearing a T shirt and panties. She always had worn that to bed, but suddenly I noticed it. She was still looking at me all serious. “So you’d better keep winning.” And then she just walked out.

We won our second game by 23 points. They actually wrote it up in the school Gazette. And after that game I got a visit from Nancy. This time they let me get out of the locker room. She was waiting for me at my car. She looked nervous. “Hey Sam” she said. I still didn’t actually believe that all the cheerleaders had agreed to let me fuck them so I said “Hey Nancy. Need a ride or something?” I’d known Nancy pretty much all of my life. She was cute, but we’d never hung out together. “I’m … um … I’m your … reward,” she said. It was dark but I could still see her blush.

Now I’m NOT a rat bastard, regardless of what you may think. So, like a gentleman I said “Nancy, you don’t have to do anything.”

Imagine my surprise when she stuck her chin out at me and said “Samuel BoBeiChau, if you don’t … you know … If you don’t let me do this … I’ll never ever speak to you again!” I found out later she was afraid that if we didn’t do the deed and we lost that she’d be thrown out of the squad or something equally stupid.

So, we went for a ride and ended up on a blanket in the country. Once she got into kissing and petting she got pretty hot and the next thing I knew I was buried balls deep in her just like I had been with Amber.

Guys will say that pussy is pussy, but that’s not true. Nancy’s body was different than Amber’s. Nancy was softer, and she was tight. Her hips acted different, bucking up off the ground in a way that made me actually bounce off of her. And even though Amber said she had three orgasms, I didn’t know it at the time.

It wasn’t that way with Nancy.

When she came anyone within forty feet would know. Anyway, I got close and groaned “Nancy, I’m close … you want me to pull out?” She put her arms around me and said “NO! You have to leave it in. It’s part of the deal.”

So I pumped about a quart of my spooge into her pussy. I know there’s a bunch of you out there saying that you CAN’T pump a quart in a girl - nobody even HAS a quart to pump. But it sure FELT like I was pumping a quart in her, and that’s what really counts, isn’t it?

I decided I really REALLY liked this fucking thing.

With Nancy I stayed there, cuddling a little bit. We talked some and I asked her what she meant about me staying in her when I came. She said that the rules were that each girl was only required to fuck me one time, and that they all felt like they could take a chance that one time. They even decided whose turn it would be each week by scheduling out all their periods, so that whoever might have to spread for me on a given night was in her “safe” time.

Sounds crazy, right? All teenagers are crazy. Adults say it’s the hormones that make them that way. I think this time it was because these girls had a “good” excuse to be bad and they didn’t want to miss it.

I pointed out to Nancy that there were only fifteen girls on the squad, one of whom was my sister, and there were fifteen regular season games, not to mention playoffs.

Nancy laughed and said “Don’t get greedy Mr. big shot quarterback” There’s pretty even bets that most of the girls won’t have to do this at all." I reached for her saying “Don’t count on it. I kind of like this whole “good luck” scheme.”

But she slapped my hands away. “I wish we could Sam, but the rules are … just once, right after the game. I don’t want to be the one to break our luck.”

Jasmine was in my room again later that night. Turns out all the girls decided to wait around for … whoever … to make sure things happened like they were supposed to happen. And, naturally, Nancy and Amber had compared notes while all the others listened. Including Jasmine. Nancy had been very impressed too.

So Jasmine is talking about this, sitting on the edge of the bed again, in her T shirt and panties, and I noticed that my sister had nipples. I mean she’d always had them, right? But now I NOTICED them and they were sticking out, making bumps in her shirt. My cock actually started to get hard and I got embarrassed. I said “Jasmine, this is crazy. Somebody’s going to find out about this … this … I don’t know what to call it … but somebody’s going to find out and then we’re ALL going to get into big trouble.”

Jasmine just got up and started out of the room. Then she turned around and said “You just keep winning.”

Our third game was a squeaker, but we won by a field goal. There were people in the stands that night. It was pretty cool. And after that game, Mandy.

Mandy is a tiny little thing. You know how sometimes they throw cheerleaders up in the air and then catch them? She’s the one they throw because she’s so small and light. She was actually sitting in my car when I got out of the gym. I got in and she said “You know the deal.”

Like we were going for a coke or something.

She had keys to her uncle’s gas station, which had a back room with a couch in it that folded down into a bed. She folded it down and started stripping. She was gorgeous, with flat boobs that had big nipples on them. She demanded that she be on top, but after she got me on my back she decided to suck on my rod for a while. Nobody had ever done that to me, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

I said “Man, Mandy, if you keep that up I’m gonna cum right away.”

She whipped her mouth off of it and growled “You can’t cum in my mouth you idiot”. Then she squatted over me and went to work trying to get my cock into her pussy. Mandy was small everywhere, and there was a point in time when we both thought it just wasn’t going to work. She’d bear down and my dork would bend.

Then she decided that if she just fucked the two inches she COULD get in for a while, that maybe she’d stretch. She was grunting and grimacing like it was terrible, but those two inches of pussy sure felt good, kind of like her mouth. I closed my eyes and within two minutes I felt the sperm rocket through my cock and out into her pussy.

The funny thing was that the reason she couldn’t get it in was because she was in a hurry. It turned out she was a virgin, and, not having done this before, she was scared. Neither of us knew enough to think that she was dry. But when my spooge splattered into her, she got lubed up real fast. The next time she tried to slam down on my cock, it slid into her clear to her belly. She gasped “Ooof” and then made a kind of “Wahhhh” sound.

There were big tears in her eyes and I could tell it hurt her. So I pulled her down until those flat little titties of hers were lying on my chest and kissed her neck and told her how beautiful she was and how sexy she was. I think getting her weight off helped some, but when I started whispering to her and kissing her she got turned on. That did the trick and before long she was fucking me like a cow girl. She only had one orgasm that night, but it was a doozy. Knowing the rules, and having just pounded a cupful of stuff in her, I didn’t go for another cum.

Jasmine came in that night too. Same thing. She sat on the edge of the bed and gave me the report on how I did. “You just about ruined that girl” she said in that level voice she’d taken to using around me on these after-game nights."

“I’m sorry.” I said, meaning it. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t know she was a virgin, and it wouldn’t go in her and …”

“That’s not what I mean, you idiot” she growled. “She says she’s going to have to find her a boyfriend now cause she can’t go without that from now on.”

“Oh” I said, lamely.

We kept winning, and every time there was a willing cheerleader waiting for me after the game. I took to bringing along condoms, because I thought their rule was stupid, but not one of them would let me use one. They all said it would break the luck. There were a lot more virgins on that squad than I’d have believed. Everybody thinks that cheerleaders all fuck, but that’s not true. Well it wasn’t true then.

Anyway, I got pretty good at identifying them and knowing what to do to get them ready. And every night after “my reward” Jasmine came in and told me how it went. The only one who bad-mouthed me was Ashley, who said that her boyfriend’s cock was thicker and satisfied her better. None of the girls would speak to her for the whole week until we won the next game.

After our eleventh game, and after Maria nearly killed me with what I later learned was called a snapping pussy, when Jasmine came in I finally got around to what had been on my mind the whole time. “Jasmine?” I said.

She said “Yes?” Not “Yeah” or “What” or any of the other things a sister usually says when her brother calls her name. She said “Yes?” like she’d been waiting for me to call her name for hours and I finally did.

“Um, we have four more games to go.” I said. “At least.”

“Yes?” she said. It was that same kind of “Yes.”

“Well, aren’t we going to … run out … of cheerleaders … so to speak?”

“No … we’re not,” she said in that flat voice.

“But … what about … you?” I said.

She looked at me, sitting there in her T shirt and panties, with her perky little nipples poking out at me. “I’m a cheerleader, Jasmine.”

“Yes” I said. “But you’re my sister too.”

“I’m well aware of that” she said as she got up and walked out of my room. Then, like always, she said “You just keep on winning.” Then she said something else. “And let us worry about who’s going to keep the luck going.”

Well, we did keep on winning. It was a sensation for the whole town. Now after games there were reporters waiting to talk to me. Sometimes I didn’t get out of the gym until late. But there was always a cheerleader waiting for me.

And then it was time for the last game. We were already a cinch for playing in the championships. We’d be in the playoffs even if we lost the last game. As we went out on the field I wondered who would be waiting for me after the game. Jasmine was the only one left and I didn’t think any of them would make her do that.

We won. Perfect season. Fifteen for fifteen. After the game there were the reporters. Then the coach wanted to take us all out for pizza. They had a bus waiting and the whole team got on it, including the cheerleaders. All of them. It was late when I got back to the parking lot. All the cheerleaders lined up to kiss me good night. But none of them got in my car.

I drove home alone.

I was reading a book, unwinding, when Jasmine walked into my room. Our parents had gone to bed long ago, worn out from cheering at the game. I looked up when she came in. She was dressed like usual.

Except she wasn’t wearing the panties.

This time she didn’t say anything. The T shirt only came to her belly button, and that left everything else completely bare. And she WAS completely bare. Of all the cheerleaders who’d come to me, none of them had been shaved.

But Jasmine was.

Part of my brain wondered when she’d done that. I could see her pouting little pussy lips, pressed together like they were protecting something.

A bunch of things went through my mind right then. First I thought about how she wasn’t dating anybody at the moment. She’d gone out on lots of dates, but never had a steady guy. Then I thought about the possibility that she might be on the pill. Several of the other cheerleaders had been, but each and every one made me promise not to tell anybody. I didn’t think Jasmine was, though, because she hadn’t been to a doctor for years. There was only one doctor in town and it was pretty much impossible to go see him without it being common knowledge. Then there was the obvious fact that she was going to offer herself to me, like the others had. I didn’t think she really wanted to, but, seeing that pretty pink pussy made my cock hard anyway. I was wearing gym shorts and the fact that it was getting hard was impossible to miss. It looked sort of like there was a little animal in my shorts crawling around. Jasmine’s eyes were glued there.

“You don’t have to do this” I said, not meaning it, but saying it because I loved her and she had the right to back out.

“Yes … I do” she said simply. She bent over and ran her hand over the front of my shorts like she was petting a dog or something. It stiffened even more.

Then she stood back up and pulled her T shirt off. “If you make fun of me I’ll make it so you never have babies … ever,” she said in that serious voice. I think she was talking about the fact that she was small up top. She was probably a 34 B cup. Her nipples and areolas were so pale that you almost couldn’t see them against her breast flesh.

But to me, she looked like the perfect woman. Everything about her screamed her sexuality. She was in shape and she had curves that were perfectly proportioned to her size.

“You’re beautiful” I said, meaning it.

“Thank you” she said. Then she climbed up on the bed and kissed me.

Now, I had kissed all the cheerleaders. Some of them were better kissers than others, and some of them liked it more than others. But none of them reacted like Jasmine. There was an urgency to her kiss that left me breathless. And she … writhed … that’s the only word for it … all over me, rubbing every part of her body against mine as she kissed me. Then she broke the kiss and was pulling at my shorts, almost ripping them.

My prick sprang free and she stopped, frozen as it bobbed in front of her eyes. “Ohhh Sam” she sighed. Her hand came up to it and wrapped around it gently. “It’s so beautiful” she sighed. Her head bobbed down and she licked the tip. Then she kissed it on both sides and the tip, sticking her tongue out and tickling the very tip.

My hips arched up off the bed and I groaned. “Ohhh suck it, please Jasmine.”

She kissed the tip again and lifted her head. “Not tonight. Later. Tonight is for the luck.” Then she said “I want to be on the bottom … here … in your bed.” She didn’t sound too sure, but I got up and she lay down where the warmth of my body still was. She spread her legs and brought her knees up high, almost to her breasts, opening herself up wide. Her pussy gaped and I wanted to taste it. I had licked and sucked a couple of the other girls, later on in the season, after I actually thought of it. That was one of the things Jasmine had talked about. The girls I had gone down on raved about how good it felt. And looking at her pretty pink split peach I wanted to taste her too.

I started down, but her hands caught my hair and pulled my face up by her breasts. “Later for that too Sam. I want you … in me. Now. Please?”

So I mounted my little sister. As I crawled up and my cock tip nosed between those plump pussy lips I saw her hands were at her sides, fists clenched. She was stiff, but her hips were moving. It came clear to me in that second.

She was a virgin.

She was scared, but she was turned on too somehow. Realizing that my cock gave a lurch and a big bubble of thick precum seeped out. I pulled back just as it did and it gathered until there was a big glob that started to fall off. She and I both stared as it slowly dropped, stringing out, to land softly right in her open pussy lips.

She gave a shudder and moaned “Ohhhh please.”

I honestly didn’t know right then whether she meant “Please don’t” or “Please do.” But she was there, spread out for me, so I plugged it in and gave her the first inch. That popped the head just past her pussy lips, which stretched tight and then sealed around the neck of the glans. She was fiery hot, and nervous or not, she was wet.

“Sam?” she moaned. She was going to tell me she’d never had a cock in her before.

“I know, baby.” I said soothingly. “I’ll go easy.” I was trying to go slow because even though I was past where her cherry had been, I knew she was being cruelly stretched. Her eyes were wide open as I eased those two inches in and out a few times.

“I used a dildo to break my hymen” she groaned. “Several of the girls did after Nancy told us about how hard it was for her.” She put her feet back down on the bed, her knees still wide. Her hips wiggled and I felt her thrust them up off the mattress.

I gave her another inch and she gasped. “But it didn’t feel like this.” I looked at her and it was obvious she wasn’t sorry she’d let me do this.

I leaked another glob of goo in her pussy. I suddenly noticed that her nipples had gotten so long that they looked like tiny little fingers sticking out from her breasts. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth. I gave it an experimental suck and she just went goofy! I felt her pussy spasm around the head of my cock and then loosen. So I pushed until it spasmed again. It clamped down on me so hard I had to stop, but then loosened up again, letting me get further into her. Two more of those rippling spasms and I felt my pubic bone mash into hers.

I was in - all the way in - balls deep in my baby sister.

I just stopped and let it soak. She was finishing up her orgasm and was sort of flopping around. Later she told me that when I sucked on that nipple it was like a dam burst inside her and she was almost washed away by the intensity of the feeling. Her nipples are extra super sensitive and I’ve been able to give her orgasms just by playing with and sucking them alone.

She calmed down and her eyes focused and she looked up at me. I think I was just smiling down at her. “Did you cum yet?” she asked, panting.

I shook my head and offered to take it out of her if it hurt too much. “It doesn’t … hurt exactly” she said. “I just feel … stuffed.”

I told her I’d like to move a little and she said OK so I dragged it almost out of her and then slithered it back in. Her eyes got real big and she said “Ohhh Sam, do that again.” So I did and on about the seventh or eighth time she shuddered again and her pussy started in rippling and squeezing again.

This time I was a lot closer and it worked on me, milking me, almost sucking my prick. I felt an explosion coming and I told her it was time. I knew I shouldn’t fire that sucker off inside my sister.

But I wanted to so bad.

I said “Can I?” and she hissed, just like a cat “Yesssssssssss.”

I drove it in and left it there, deep, the tip right beside the little door to her womb. My cock flexed and swelled as the first jet flashed through it. I could feel my balls scrunch up, like they were squeezing the cum out and into my penis. I almost cried as that first massive spurt left my cock and splatted into Jasmine’s sweet virgin pussy. Then I was the one who went a little crazy. I was trying to get even deeper into her as another six or seven strings of sticky white sperm flooded my sister’s womb. I wanted to cum in her forever.

Finally I’d squeezed the last little bit of my spooge into her naked pussy and I was about to collapse. I started to pull out of her but her arms went around me and she whispered “No!, leave it in.” So I rolled sideways with her and she ended up on top. Her hair was all over my chest and neck and face, but I didn’t care. I pulled a blanket over us and we fell asleep that way.

We kids always got up long before our parents. We’d learned years ago how to get our own breakfast and all that. So when my alarm went off and I woke up tangled up with warm naked girl, I wasn’t worried. She woke up too.

She nuzzled my chest, kissing it and said “Thank you.” I was pretty surprised, with her being my sister and all, and a virgin to boot. I figured she’d be ready to get away from me.

I was wrong. “I wish we could do it again,” she said. “But one time is the rule.”

I couldn’t believe it. “Are you telling me the girls know? I mean they said you had to do this?”

She nuzzled me again. “No. They said I didn’t have to do it. Most of them volunteered to do it again when we ran out of girls. But I told them it wasn’t worth losing the luck. I only told them I’d give you a hand job, or maybe a blow job. They don’t know we … did it.”

“So why did we … do it?” I asked… ……

She looked into my eyes. “I love you Samuel. It seems like I’ve loved you forever. You always cared about me and took care of me and shared things with me. And when those girls started talking about what a wonderful lover you were, I got … jealous. I wasn’t about to let them have something so wonderful about you and not get some of it for myself.”

“So, what now?” I asked.

“Well, I talked them into letting you choose from now on. If you win, that is. You have to keep winning to get your reward.”

“Well, I want to choose YOU.” I said. I meant it too. “But I can’t. It’d be all over school.”

“Well, there’s one other thing. All the girls were willing to take the chance once. Now they want you to wear a condom. Or they’ll give you a blowjob or hand job if you want.”

“Oh.” I was disappointed. It must have showed. She laughed at me. “Look, you goose, all you have to do is choose one of the girls to go down on you. Then, after she’s done and you’re home … who’s to know?”

“You mean …?”

“Oh yes!” she said in a husky sort of voice. “I’m not done with you yet. I’ve waited too long to have you and I’m going to have you lots more.

“But you just said only once. Just now. You said it was a rule.” I whined.

“That’s once right now … as part of the luck for what you did last night. There isn’t any rule about what happens in the future.”

“Well, if you look at it one way, last night was the past, and right now is the future of last night, right?” I said hopefully. I had a morning woody and all I could think about was how perfectly wonderful it would be to slide it in her warm sucking pussy again.

She laughed. “Nice try buddy. Get up and go for a run or something. You need to keep in shape for the playoffs.”

She did give the tip of my cock a nice wet kiss before she left the room. I had to beat off and I bet it didn’t take me ten strokes, just remembering the look of her naked back walking out of my door.

We won every game in the playoffs.

It was like I was living in a fantasy world. Not only did we play great football, but I got great sex too. I got blowjobs, sometimes from two girls at once. And every night, in the middle of the night after a game, I’d get to sink my fresh boner into my sweet sister’s even sweeter pussy and pack it full of baby juice. I offered to use a condom with her, but she wouldn’t do it. She said we were Sex Buddies and she wanted my stuff mixing with her stuff, whatever the end result.

We won the championship. We were a sports sensation, going from a seven year straight losing streak to a no loss year and winning the Academy championship. Jasmine started going out with every boy in sight and, as boys will do, they all claimed to have scored with her. None of them even got close, but the story got around.

Which is why, when her belly began to swell it was no real surprise to anyone. She was a cheerleader, after all, and everybody knows about them, right? Well, I have to admit there was an eyebrow or two raised by a few of the other cheerleaders. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that her due date was about nine months after the playoffs, and she had been assigned to keep the luck going about that time.

It was surely no surprise to us. I’d been packing her pussy plumb full of potent teenaged sperm practically every night for months. If she wasn’t in my room climbing underneath me, I was sneaking into her room to mount her and plow her furrow until I erupted in her womb. So we both know who the father is.

She got an ultra sound last week. It’s a boy!

She wants to name him Champ. How’s that for goofy?

I got six letters from universities that want me to play for them. Full scholarships, all of them, WITH a stipend for living expenses. One of them has apartments for married students and wives get three hours of free classes each semester. And all I have to do for all this is play ball. What a life.

I need to go talk to my sister about going up there with me to check it out.

But I don’t think I’m going to introduce her as my sister.

The End

About Jasmine

Here we review on how’s Jasmine is coping with her OL life at work… …

Chapter 1

“Of course, Mr Robinson. I understand. It’s all about the clients for us, and we wouldn’t want you to take something up that wasn’t in your best interests. Sure. Should you be interested in the investment plan again one day, please do feel free to contact me!”

Nicole flung her phone at the wall. Of course it wasn’t all about the clients, and she had just missed out on a huge commission. This had been Nicole’s opportunity to ascend to Senior Partner of Sluts Corporation, her boss Dominic had earlier assured her. The youngest Senior Partner of a major investment firm in the country! Clearly that would not be the case as she had failed to close Robinson.

It was that bitch Jasmine again. Dominic and the higher-ups would be furious at losing yet another deal to Clit Investments, but not as enraged at how Nicole felt at coming in second best to Jasmine. Again. From High School to College, the two natural beauties hardly saw eye to eye. From Jasmine being named Cheerleading Captain to the prestigious scholarships that they had had been in competition for in Senior Year, it always seemed as though circumstances were pitting them against each other. The real trigger point was when Nicole’s ex, Mercer, had cheated on her with Jasmine in Senior Year. Nicole had not particularly loved Mercer, but Jasmine, far from ashamed of her actions, took every opportunity to rub it in. It was just Nicole’s luck that they’d ended up in the same College and in the same Major.

Now 28, the two women were no longer vying for boys and grades, but the competition had gotten even more serious. Sluts Corporation and Clit Investments were rivals, but the two rising stars also always seemed to be in direct competition for big clients.

Nicole fumed, wild thoughts running through her mind.

“Worth a shot,” she thought, before picking up the phone to call her secretary on the intercom, “Cindy, could you come in? I was hoping you could tell me more about your cousins. Yes, the filmmakers..”

Jasmine was pleased. It was about time the haughty gal started respecting her. After all, she would soon be the youngest Senior Partner of a major investment firm. She’d been somewhat taken aback by Nicole’s call, after all, their recent conversations had never ended well. Typically, it would have revolved around Nicole’s bitterness at Jasmine, once again, swooping under the radar to pinch a valuable client. At other times, it would simply be business between the two of them. After all, the higher-ups at Sluts and Clit were seriously contemplating a merger.

In any case, Jasmine swiftly got over her surprise when Nicole, surprisingly level, had told her that she had been ORDERED to give her a call personally. “Well, even the bitch’s bosses are aware of how good I am.” the pretty gal mused, “I’d love to have seen the look on her face when they told her to congratulate me..”

There was also a business proposal on the table, Nicole had said. Something about a huge film company which was requesting for a combined investment plan from the two companies. Gladly, Jasmine accepted Nicole’s offer of a dinner that very night. Jasmine loved the idea that her rival seemed to be being forced to “wine and dine” her.

“You know, we’ve been at this for a while now.. And I think.. Well.. It’s about time for us to bury the hatchet and move on. Work together.” Nicole said over dinner.

Jasmine was somewhat amused but attempted to stay calm. “Because you finally realized you’re no match for me?” she replied, admiring the irritation that crossed her face.

“Clearly, you are very good at what you do,” Nicole said, swallowing slowly, “And my bosses recognize that. And.. I’d be lying if I said they had not caught wind of our rivalry. Again, I’d be lying if I said they hadn’t hinted STRONGLY to me, just this morning, that it was time to make peace and attempt to work together. It’s in line with their ambitions to merge in the near future, I guess.”

That would do for now, Jasmine thought to herself. Couldn’t expect too much from the once-proud bitch, but they were on the way there.

“And.. I would just like to say congratulations. For Robinson, for the upcoming promotion – yes, word travels fast. I speak on behalf of Sluts as well.” Nicole continued, lowering her voice slightly.

Jasmine was actually somewhat touched at the effort that her rival was putting into this, and was enjoying every moment of it.

“This business proposal, though. What is it about? You said it was about a film and they needed both of us to work on it?” Jasmine asked, trying to hide a smile.

Nicole glanced at the big tits and plunging cleavage showing on the her work dress. “SUPERIOR tits”, Jasmine had always referred to them as such among the cheerleaders, “Only SUPERIOR tits for Mercer.”

“Yes.. So this is what I’ve been told..” Nicole began.

Jasmine actually enjoyed the dinner. The proposal seemed enticing, to say the least. It would certainly line her pockets well. Even if Nicole was getting a share of the spoils, the opportunity to hear Nicole congratulate her begrudgingly for her recent successes was enough to encourage her to tentatively agree to the collaboration. They’d agreed that Jasmine would pay Nicole a visit at her office the next morning to delve deeper into the details. She left the restaurant, heading towards the parking lot, looking forward to getting home and having a good long fuck with her husband, Sam. It had certainly been a good day.

She was about to unlock the car door when she was suddenly accosted from behind.

“Don’t move, bitch.” came a gruff voice. Jasmine could feel a sharp tip pressing against her back through her thin dress. She could see two muscular shadows in the reflection on her car window.

“Oh my god,” Jasmine whispered, “Ok, I’m not moving. What do you want?”

“Don’t move, don’t make a sound.” he replied simply, before slipping on a tight black cloth over her eyes. Jasmine could not see anything.

“Now put your hands behind your back.” he ordered, and swiftly zip-tied Jasmine’s delicate hands behind her back.

“Now walk.” he continued.

“Wha.. How do I walk? I can’t see anything.” Jasmine whispered uncertainly, terrified.

“Just walk where I direct you to, whore.” he said, and Jasmine winced at the harsh word.

“Ok, ok.” Jasmine’s shoulder was roughly pushed to the right, and she took a few steps. It seemed she was walking along the side of her car to the back.

“Stop here.” she heard a faint beep, of her car being unlocked, and then a click to indicate that the trunk was being opened. Suddenly, a hard ball or sorts was stuffed into her mouth, with straps locked behind her head. The busty Jasmine was unceremoniously stuffed into her own trunk, and the lid slammed shut. Seconds later, she heard the engine starting and the car rumbled off. Blindfolded, hands tied and gagged, she wondered where they were headed.

It was going to be a long night… ……. …..

Jasmine wore a white dress the next day, with faint lace around the edges. The relatively conservative outfit made her feel slightly cleaner after her exploits the previous night.

In particular, her pussy was still pink from the energetic activities with Sam and John, and slipping on her matching white set of bra and panties helped her feel less slutty and more like a successful Junior-soon-to-be-Senior Partner of Clit Investments.

She’d thought of cancelling the meeting with Nicole, but figured that the opportunity to hear more compliments and congratulations from her former rival would just be what she needed to forget what had happened.

She could not be more wrong.

“Well, how much do you think this will sell for? After all, you’re a good closer aren’t you?” Nicole could not hide her glee.

“I was raped! I was forced!” the poor Jasmine replied.

“Hmm, looks anything but though..” Nicole made it a point to rewind the video to Jasmine’s wholehearted and horny begging.

“Sammy and Johnny.. Look.. I shaved my pussy just for you, just the way you like it.. Look at how wet I am, I need your cocks in me, one deep in this tight slick fuck hole and one in my mouth..” Nicole increased the volume as the camera zoomed in on the kneeling tanned naked Jasmine who had one hand clearly rubbing her clit between her parted thighs.

Jasmine nervously looked at the door; the volume of the television was loud and sure hoped the people outside could not hear what was going on.

“But.. they forced me..” she replied softly, before it dawned on her.

“You bitch! You set this up!”

Nicole basked in her victory for a second, silent and “absent-mindedly” rewinding the tape to play the beginning. Of course, Sam and John had done a good job with the edits – that was after all what she had paid them for. Admittedly, Nicole herself had been a little sceptical. Apparently the slut had either been too scared or just too whorish, and, with Cindy’s cousins’ skilled editing, the video was a work of art. It clearly evidenced that Jasmine’s bombshell begging for sex from two strangers, despite her wedding ring being shiny and obvious.

“Oh look, here’s my favourite part!” Nicole commented gleefully.

Jasmine was sultrily slipping off her wedding ring, showing it to the camera. “Don’t worry, he won’t find out. Anyway, even if he does, he should know my pussy needs regular filling with different cocks every morning, afternoon and evening..”

“TURN IT OFF! OH MY GOD NICOLE. What the fuck. I’m going to the police with this and I’m going to tell everyone about how you arranged for me to be raped.” Jasmine raised her voice slightly, before lowering it again with a glance at the door.

“Hey, I was wondering, was it all impromptu? Or did you really plan your lines for Sammy and Johnny here? Because they sure as hell seem like good imitations of some cheap porn..” Nicole continued, ignoring Jasmine’s comments.

“Did you hear what I said? I’m going to the police now. And I’ll make sure that you and those two bastards go to jail for this.” Jasmine stalked over to the television and turned it off.

Nicole walked over to the centre of her office where Jasmine was standing with her hands-on-hips and tits thrust out. “Let me take your proposal into consideration..” she mused.

“What proposal? You fucking hired two dumbshits to rape me. You are going to jail.” Jasmine said.

“So, I don’t tell Samuel that you cheated on him and you be my slave?” Nicole said, enjoying the look of pure shock and anger colour Jasmine’s pretty features.

“What the fuck. I didn’t cheat. I’m out of here.” Jasmine walked towards the door.

Just then, the door opened and Nicole’s secretary walked in. “Hey Nico, just to let you know that I’ve dropped off the parcel for delivery to 69 Blush Street.”

“Thanks, Cindy! Much appreciated.” Nicole replied.

To her horror, Jasmine realized that it was her address!

“Are you serious? Are you really going to send the video to Sam?” Jasmine turned to Nicole when Cindy shut the door.

Nicole smiled at her, letting Jasmine stew in her juices. “I thought that you had somewhere to be?” she asked.

“Please don’t send the video to Sam..” Jasmine replied softly.

“Why not? I thought you said that you were forced into it?” Nicole shot back.

“It doesn’t look that way and you and I know it..” Jasmine replied, defeated.

“Well.. Too bad but the video is already on its way.” Nicole said simply.

“No, please.. Take it back and I won’t go to the police. Do we have a deal?” Jasmine asked, half-pleadingly.

“You see, I don’t really care about you going to the police at all. Because you have nothing to tell them. No evidence, no proof, not even a good story. All you have are lies about me setting you up for a rape. You go to the police, or don’t. I don’t really care. I’ll use the video as I see fit, whether to defend myself against your dumbass claims of rape, or even to help those two poor gentlemen that you seduced defend themselves, or to expose your cheating slut cunt to your good husband.” Nicole knew that she had her prey just where she wanted her.

“No, no Nicole. Please..” Jasmine begged, lost for words.

“Well, I guess there is one option.” Nicole said, loving the look of hopefulness that suddenly appeared on Jasmine’s face.

“What is it? I’ll do anything. You want me to forfeit my promotion, I’ll do it.” Jasmine replied.

“Forfeit your promotion? Gosh, that’s child’s play. You still think you’re in a position to negotiate don’t you. I’ll repeat this once and only once. I don’t send the video to Sam and you be my slave. Deal?” Nicole said, grinning.

“What do you mean, ‘be your slave’? Do you mean I’ll have to introduce clients to you in the future? I can do that, I mean Sluts and Clit have been thinking of working together in the future anyway..” Jasmine replied, slightly relieved.

“NO YOU STUPID FUCKING SLUT! WHEN I SAY SLAVE, IT MEANS YOU DO WHATEVER I ASK YOU TO DO, WHENEVER I ASK YOU TO DO. ALL THE TIME.” Nicole suddenly shouted and Jasmine instinctively cowered away. She was sure that Cindy, seated close outside, could hear.

“Ok, I’ll do it. I’ll do it. Just don’t send the video out.” Jasmine said, resigned.

Nicole almost burst out laughing. The dumb Jasmine was really under her thumb now.

“First things first..” Nicole said slowly, enjoying the moment, “Get naked. Everything off.”

“WHAT??” Jasmine said, inadvertently raising her voice.

She promptly received a slap right across her face.

“Now I’m losing my patience with you, bitch. Either you’re my slave, or not. If you are, you do as I say. No questions asked, no delay. If you aren’t, then get the fuck out of my office. Perhaps you can enjoy watching ‘Dumb Bimbo Jasmine’s Slut Double Penetration’ at home with Sam.” Nicole said, feigning anger.

Jasmine could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and not just because of the hard slap that her formal equal and rival had given her.

“And by the way,” Nicole continued, “I’ll also be dropping copies off to your parents and siblings. Maybe that hot brother of yours will enjoy wanking off to his slut sister.”

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it..” Jasmine said, completely defeated.

She slowly reached toward mid thighs and rolled up her dress.

“You know what, I don’t give a fuck about this strip tease nonsense. Although, as we’d both recall, Mercer did. Anyway, you have 5 seconds to get naked. Or.. You know what.” Nicolette rolled her eyes at Jasmine.

Tears flowing freely now, Jasmine hurriedly stripped off her dress and stood awkwardly in front of Nicole in her matching white conservative bra and panties.

“Well, well. The slut in the video was certainly wearing very different underwear. And, as I recall, you had a particularly nice habit of buying sexy underthings even in College. Well, I said naked. And.. it’s been 20 seconds. So I guess Sam will be getting a free porno tonight.” Nicole half giggled before feigning seriousness.

Jasmine unclasped her bra and dropped her panties in record time, but then stood hunched, one hand over her voluminous tits and another tightly pressed between her legs.

“Oh come on, now you’re being shy? Remember what you said to me in the first cheerleader practice session in College? When you told everyone that I’m not a natural?” The memories actually made Nicole’s anger a little less fake.

“Yes, I remember..” Jasmine replied softly. She felt embarrassed and powerless, completely naked in front of Nicole. All she had on were her pair of simple white flats.

Nicole remembered that incident vividly. She had always believed that the only reason why Jasmine had been assigned the Captain’s role in School was due to her hair. Shortly before their first practice session in College, Nicole had decided to dye her hair Jet Black, an almost matching shade to Jasmine’s. Jasmine had not stopped making snide comments about “fake people” and people who would “do anything to make themselves seem cooler than they’re not”. At the end of first practice, when the sweaty girls had congregated in the bathroom for a shower, Jasmine had stripped completely naked and had loudly begun a conversation about pubic hair with a few of the similarly naked Seniors. Looking back, Nicole could somewhat appreciate the deviousness of the plot but at that time, she certainly felt horrible.

“I had a boyfriend who had a particular fetish for a thin slit-width landing strip, but I couldn’t bring myself to let the hair grow. Seriously, I can’t stand the sight or feeling of pubic hair or body hair at all. Smooth from the neck down I’d say!” Jasmine laughed loudly, parting her legs wide and exposing her clean-shaven pussy, “So.. Nic! We’ve been through thick and thin together in School, but I never got to ask you this question. Do you like to be completely shaved down there?”

“I don’t know, Jasmine..” Nicole mumbled. She still had on her sports bra and tight athletic panties, and had no intention whatsoever of getting naked outside of the cubicle. It was even more annoying that she knew full well which boyfriend Jasmine was referred to – it was Mercer, whom the bitch had stolen from her!

“Come on, Nic! Just strip down and join us. It’s just us girls!” Jasmine said loudly, to laughter from the group gathered around her. She was working the crowd and both Jasmine and Nicole knew it. Cheerleading squads were all the same, either you fitted in and were in, or you did not and were out.

“Well..” Nicole said, barely audible, as she cast a glance at the nearby cubicle.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy!” Jasmine pranced over, her big tits and matchingly curvy ass bouncing. Without warning, she unclasped Nicoles tight sports bra and pulled her panties to the ground from the back. Jasmine had specifically chosen to do so from the back so that she could enjoy the watching crowd’s expressions. She was not disappointed.

“Wow! Now I know why she didn’t want to take them off.” One of the seniors, Alexis, commented.

Nicole’s dark brown, trimmed but fully visible, pubic triangle was exposed to the other girls. The contrast to the bright platinum black hair on her head was apparent.

“Oh my god!!” Jasmine feigned ignorance and surprise, “You should have said so. I didn’t know you were not a natural. I mean, I didn’t know you were a FAKE. I’m sorry, Nic!”

Nicole stood still, embarrassed and exposed, blushing and not knowing what she could say.

“You know, I’ve never seen non-pubic hair before. Do you think it will be as smooth as a TRUE hair?” Jasmine continued.

Again, without warning, she reached out and pinched a couple of hairs from Nicole’s trimmed bush. Nicole quickly pulled up her tight panties and hurried to the cubicle, to giggles all around the changing room. “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t know you were a FAKE !” Jasmine hollered.

The nickname “Two-Tone-Lette” stuck through Nicole’s time in the Cheerleading Squad.

Oh, how the tables had turned. “AND WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME AT THE TIME?” Nicole raised her voice.

“I don’t know, Nicole.. Uh.. I said that it’s just us girls?” Jasmine mumbled.

“Well, it may have been then. It won’t be from now on.” Nicole said menacingly, “Get your slut cunt over to the window and draw the curtains.”

“But Nicole!! Its 11am. Its bright outside. Someone will see me!” Jasmine shrieked, tightening her hands over her tits and pussy.

“Yes, you dumb bimbo. That’s the whole plan. And remember, you are my slave. No questions asked, no thinking. Just obeying.” Nicole dragged out every word.

Jasmine began crying again, and this time she even knelt down in front of Nicole. But the she was in no mood for games. “Get your fucking ass over to the window, and draw the curtains wide. You have 10 seconds. Or the world finds out what an adulterous slut you are.” Nicole shouted loudly.

As the poor defeated Jasmine dragged her feet over to the window, dreading the worst, Nicole sat back down at her table and turned on the television on the far side. Jasmine’s naked body appeared in full glory again, two cocks buried deep in her.

Jasmine gently drew the curtains, revealing an entire panel of huge ceiling-to-floor clear glass windows. She attempted to hide behind a nearby flowerpot.

Nicole seemed irked. “Ok, I think a stupid cunt like you needs to be house-trained since you clearly don’t know how to behave. First, get your fucking shoes off. Do you not understand what ‘completely naked’ means?”

Jasmine sheepishly slid her shoes off, still trying to hide her voluptuous figure behind the flowerpot.

“Next, get your slut ass in front of my table now.”

“Nicole, please.. Your table faces the window..”

“I said now. And I won’t ask again.” Nicole began to play the video of Jasmine’s sexual romp from the night before.

Jasmine began to walk over to the table, when Nicole began shouting again, “And don’t you dare cover your worthless slut body.”

Jasmine, tears flowing down her face, stood in front of Nicole’s table with her hands by her side, her legs clenched tightly together. She could feel the sun’s rays on her back, knowing that anyone looking into the window would be able to see her completely naked butt. Luckily, they were on the 25th floor.

“Tie up your fucking hair into a bun. And get your jewellery off as well. Earrings, wedding ring from poor Samuel who does not know what a slut he married and necklace. All off.”

“Now put your hands on the back of your head. Elbows straight and parallel to your body. I want your slutty tits to be thrust out. And what size are those melons anyway?” Nicole continued.

“38DDD..” Jasmine mumbled, blushing. She was always proud of her tits and Sam loved them. But having Nicole comment so crudely about her naked body made her feel worthless.

“Legs a foot apart. No, make that a foot and a half. I want your pussy folds to be spread.”

Jasmine obediently followed all the instructions and assumed the humiliating position. Nicole got up and indicated for her to follow.

To Jasmine’s horror, Nicole led her over to the full windows and told her to stand beside a nearby coffee table. Nicole leaned against the window, observing her prey.

Jasmine was a sight to behold, and her 28-year old naked body screamed sex, especially in the exposed and erotic position that left nothing to imagination. Her tits were inevitably thrust out with her elbows forced backwards and her hands on the back of her head, her pussy plainly visible between her parted thighs. Even with tear-stained cheeks, Jasmine was beautiful. Her lips were thick and succulent. Her armpits were tight, taut and smooth. Her arms and back were toned and would not have looked out of place on a 21-year old cheerleader. Her stomach was firm and flat as she ensured was the case with her regular abs work outs. Her ass was equally firm but bouncy and matched her voluptuous chest. Of course, her big tits, thrust out in that position, simply begged eyes to stare directly at them. Jasmine’s pussy was completely hairless, freshly shaved from this morning. Her nether lips remained pink from the night before and were parted slightly and invitingly between her splayed thighs. Her skin was evenly tanned a beautiful golden brown, even all over her tits. Only a small triangle and thin lines around her pubic area indicated that she did not tan completely naked.

“From now on, I will refer to this as your favourite position. Whenever I tell you to strip, you get naked immediately and be in this position. If we are in my office, you make sure the windows are completely uncovered and you stand in front of the window, facing out. Are we clear?”

Jasmine nodded, lost for words.

“You will address me as ‘ma’am’. Always, no matter who we are with or where we are.”

Jasmine nodded again, and was promptly rewarded with a hard slap on her left tit.

“What did I say, you stupid slut?”

“Sorry, ma’am..” Jasmine replied, her eyes stinging. She was utterly humiliated and vulnerable.

“Just so we are clear, your favourite position refers to this ENTIRE position. Hair in a bun, hands on head, elbows parallel to body, legs spread a foot and a half. And no jewellery. I don’t want anything to cover your slutty body. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am..”

“Repeat what I said. From the beginning.”

“I will be in the favourite position when you tell me to do so..” Jasmine whispered, barely audible.

“BE GRAPHIC. DESCRIBE YOUR FAVOURITE POSITION, WHICH IS THE NATURAL POSITION FOR A SLUT LIKE YOU. AND REFER TO IT AS ‘MY FAVOURITE POSITION’. SAY IT.”

Tears welling up again, Jasmine said, “When you tell me to get naked, I will strip my clothes and shoes off. I will tie my hair up in a bun. I will put my hands on my head and keep my elbows parallel and legs spread a foot and a half. OH MY GOD NICOLE, PLEASE. DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!”

“You are one dumb bimbo. Or should I say, dimbo. I’m not doing anything to you, you stupid slut. You’re choosing to do whatever I say. And, just so that we’re clear, your overdeveloped body clearly took all the development away from your brain. I told you to repeat my instructions. What have you missed out, dumb cunt?”

“Nicole, please..” Jasmine began to grovel at Nicole’s foot.

“Kiss my shoes and maybe we’ll call it even, huh?” Nicole teased.

Humiliated but relieved, Jasmine hurriedly began planting soft kisses all over Nicole’s expensive heels. To her disgust, Nicole began inclining her shoe, resting her weight on the tip of each heel. “The bottom.”

Jasmine had no choice but to kiss the dirty soles of her former rival.

“Ok, get up.”

“Are we even now..?” Jasmine asked, hopefully.

“Mmm. Nah.” Nicole enjoyed the look of despair on the pretty face, “And when I ask you to repeat an order, you jolly well repeat the entire thing. In detail. Now get your dumb cunt in your favourite position.”

Jasmine assumed the erotic position.

“Repeat the instruction I just gave you.”

“Stand in my favourite position..”

“I said, IN DETAIL.”

“Um..” Jasmine wasn’t sure what to say, but tried repeating Nicole’s words anyway, “You told me to get my dumb cunt into my favourite position..”

Nicole burst out laughing. “Yes, excellent! Maybe I should write a book called ‘How to Train a Dumb Bimbo Slave’. What do you think?”

“I don’t know, ma’am..”

Nicole continued laughing. “Now, tell me in proper detail. What happens when I ask you to strip?”

“I will remove my clothes and shoes immediately. Then, I will tie my hair into a bun. I will also remove all jewellery from my body. I will stand with my hands on my head and elbows straight. My legs will be parted a foot and a half. This is the.. MY .. favourite position..” Jasmine tailed off, tears flowing again.

“Oh yes, it certainly is your favourite position. I bet you love being spread and exposed.” Nicole continued, “Now tell me, what happens if I ask you to strip in my office?”

“I will draw the curtains wide open and stand in front of the windows, facing out..”

“Good, good. See, who says we can’t work together?” Nicole laughed loudly.

“Actually, you know what.. I had an idea. Go over to the table and get your wedding ring” Nicole ordered and Jasmine shuffled slowly over to the table.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Cindy entered. Of course, she was greeted by the wonderful sight of the tanned and completely naked and barefoot Jasmine. Jasmine shrieked and covered her tits and pussy, hunching over.

Cindy seemed amused but completely ignored the naked woman. “Nico, I’m heading off for lunch. So do you want me to drop the package off?”

“What do you think, slut?” Nicole asked Jasmine.

“NOOOO. PLEASE, NOOO.” Jasmine replied, still trying to cover her curvy assets.

“Then get your fucking slut ass in your favourite position. In the future, no more covering up your naked body at all. Specifically, I want your tits to be thrust out at all time and pussy completely visible.” Nicole said loudly, to laughter from Cindy.

Utterly humiliated but powerless, Jasmine slowly got into the position so that Nicole and Cindy could see her naked body in the fullest.

“Repeat my instructions.” Nicole continued.

“I will not cover my naked body at all in the future. Tits will be thrust out and pussy visible..” Jasmine whispered, but both the other women could hear her clearly and exchanged loud laughs.

“Shouldn’t you thank Cin for not exposing your adulterous acts?” Nicole said.

“Thank you, Cindy..” Jasmine said softly.

“Speak up, bitch. And say it properly and in detail.”

“THANK YOU CINDY FOR NOT EXPOSING MY ADULTERY..” Jasmine rasped, still trying to keep her pitch low.

“What do you think, Cin? Does she seem genuine to you?” Nicole asked snidely.

“You know, Nico, I don’t think so..” Cindy replied with a smile, “Plus, I mean it’s such a good video. Why hide it from the good people of this city?”

Cindy gestured at the television, where Jasmine’s erotic form was shown in full HD on the paused video. She had been in the middle of riding John’s cock in the reverse cowgirl position, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Her clit was swollen and pussy pink, clear evidence of how horny she was, with John’s sizable cock halfway inside her slit.

“Please, Cindy. I’m begging you. Please don’t send the video out..” Jasmine said.

“Begging? You don’t look like you’re begging to me.” Cindy replied haughtily.

The once-proud Jasmine immediately dropped to her knees and grovelled at the secretary’s feet. “Please, please don’t.. It will ruin my life. Please don’t send the video out..” Jasmine said.

“Mm.. You mean the video about the cats and wool? Or the one about a dumb bimbo consensually seducing and fucking two men? I mean.. You should be more specific about which video you’re talking about.”

“YES. YES. Please don’t send the video where I consensually seduced and fucked two men.. Please don’t send the video to my husband and my family or whoever else!!” Jasmine said, bawling.

“Well.. I mean just to be sure that it IS you in the video.. Why don’t you show us that face?” Cindy continued, pointing at the television screen.

Horrified but powerless, Jasmine tried her best to brush away her tears and mimic her horny face from the night before.

“What a fucking lousy imitation. Maybe it’s not her in the video after all, so this video is safe for public distribution!” Nicole scoffed.

“No, please!! I’m trying my best. I don’t know how to make the face..” Jasmine begged.

“I think you just have to get in the mood. Get your useless cunt on the coffee table. Imagine as though you’re riding John’s cock again. I want to see you moving your body and I want to hear the proper noises coming out from your slut mouth.” Nicole said.

The humiliated Jasmine had no choice but to mount the table. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to picture John’s huge cock entering her moist pussy.

“Open your eyes and begin. Cin needs to go for lunch, and if she’s not satisfied with your proof that you’re the slut in the video, the video will be dropped off.”

Jasmine began to move her hips up and down slowly, as though she was riding a hard cock. Soft moans inevitably escaped her mouth as she imagined it sliding deep into her pussy. A warmth spread across her face. “How can I be getting horny in front of these two bitches?!” she screamed inwardly.

Nicole and Cindy smiled at the erotic sight of Jasmine being that bombshell fucking the air as though she was a horny cowgirl.

“Now I want you to repeat ’this is how I commit adultery’, ’this is how I ride random cocks’, ’this is how a slut like me spends her rare time when I am not being fucked’.” Nicole ordered.

“THIS IS HOW I COMMIT ADULTERY. THIS IS HOW I RIDE RANDOM COCKS. THIS IS HOW A SLUT LIKE ME SPENDS HER RARE TIME WHEN I AM NOT BEING FUCKED..” Jasmine repeated over and over again. Her breaths got deeper and shorter from the exertion, her pussy involuntarily squeezing an imaginary cock.

Nicole and Cindy allowed the dumb Jasmine to continue for a full 20 minutes while they had a quiet discussion. When they finally allowed her to get off the table, they commented loudly about how pink and clearly moist her pussy had gotten, along with a long description of her swollen clit.

Chapter 2

“Did you get everything I asked for?” Nicole questioned her slave.

“Yes ma’am..” the poor subservient Jasmine replied.

It was night, and, as promised, Nicole had paid Jasmine a visit at her house. Thankfully, Sam had decided to have an early night after a good post-dinner fuck and Jasmine had managed to slip out of the house to meet Nicole in her car. Jasmine would have hated to admit this to Nicole, but the humiliations of the afternoon had turned her on immensely and she had not hesitated to jump on Sam after dinner for a hard pounding. Yet, the moment she had received the call from Nicole, close to midnight, she had hurriedly slipped off her sexy nightgown and put on a hoodie and sweatpants before leaving the house. It gave her some comfort being able to cover up her body.

“Good. Carry the files in.” Nicole ordered, and Jasmine had no choice but to follow Nicole back into her home, struggling to bear the weight of the huge files.

The two women got seated on Jasmine’s sofa and Jasmine placed the files nearby.

“What do you want, ma’am?” she whispered, not wanting to wake Sam who was asleep upstairs.

Nicole smirked, tempted to shout at her slave but decided that it would be for another day. “Let’s take a look through all these, shall we?” She spent the next couple of minutes flipping through the documents in the files, comparing it against the list that she had provided Jasmine with this afternoon.

“Ah, excellent. I’m sure Sluts Corp will be very appreciative of your contributions. Not so sure if Clit Investment would take your corporate espionage so kindly though..” Nicole said, enjoying the look of shock on Jasmine’s face.

“Ma’am, please.. I only did this because you asked me to..” Jasmine pleaded.

“I know. Too bad. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone for now. As long as you continue being a good slave.” Nicole continued.

“The next step of your corporate progression will be to hand in your resignation. As a reward for your help, I have made arrangements for you to join me at Sluts.” Nicole informed Jasmine.

Jasmine’s eyes welled up in tears. “Ma’am, I love my job. Please don’t ask me to quit.” she said.

“Sure. In that case, I’d just like to drop off a nice video for Sam. Oh and also to give you the courtesy of notifying you that I’ll be reporting your corporate wrongdoing to the police on my way home.” Nicole got up and walked towards the door.

“Ok.. Ok.. I’ll resign tomorrow..” Jasmine whispered, and Nicole grinned widely.

“Get naked.” Nicole raised her voice ever so slightly, but Jasmine’s eyes widened, worriedly looking at the staircase.

Jasmine thought of begging Nicole to give her a break, but thought better of it, worried that the evil Nicole would wake Sam. She hurriedly stripped naked, almost forgetting to pose in her favourite position.

“Good, you’re learning quickly.” Nicole absent-mindedly dragged her fingers in a V-shape around the shaved area on top of Jasmine’s slit. She could feel a slight stickiness which was clear evidence that her slut had been fucked recently.

“Actually, I had an idea. In the future, your favourite position will consist of your wedding ring inside your pussy.” Nicole continued, to a soft gasp from Jasmine.

“What, ma’am?” Jasmine replied.

“You heard me, you dumb bimbo. Your favourite position will include your wedding ring INSIDE your pussy. So instead of just removing it, I want you to insert it into your pussy. If someone wishes to use your pussy you can remove it later. Now get into your proper favourite position.”

Humiliated and feeling worthless, Jasmine picked up her wedding ring, which she had placed on the nearby table, and inserted it deep inside her pussy. She could feel the moistness from the sex that she had had in the evening with Owen, and hoped that the ring would not slip out.

“Now repeat what I said.”

“From now on, my favourite position includes my wedding ring inside my pussy..” Jasmine replied, embarrassed.

“Yes. So if someone wants to fuck you, you’ll have to take it out, which will of course reemphasize how much of a cheating slut you are..” Nicole mused.

Jasmine wasn’t sure what Nicole meant by “someone wanting to fuck her”, but she didn’t want to be scolded and let the matter be.

“Now, time for some house rules.” Nicole continued.

“Firstly, you will be naked at home at all times. And when I say ‘home’, I mean this entire house. You will strip at the door step before entering. I want you naked 24/7 here. Are we clear?”

“But ma’am.. My neighbours will see me if I strip outside.” Jasmine begged.

“Good. If anyone wolfwhistles at you or calls out at you or whatever, I want you to go over, completely naked, and ask them if you can entertain them. Understood?” Nicole said.

“Yes, ma’am..” Jasmine answered, resigned. She was most worried about what Sam would think if he saw her stripping at the porch.

“In fact.. I want you to strip at the front door. The back door doesn’t count. And I want you to be in your favourite position for 30 seconds on the porch. Of course, including your ring deep in your slutty cunt. Now repeat after me. What is your first rule?”

“I will strip naked and pose in my favourite position on the front porch for 30 seconds, including my wedding ring inside my pussy..” Jasmine repeated, mortified.

“Yes. You can remove the ring after 30 seconds if you want to. Or you can keep it inside your pussy. A slut’s pussy needs constant filling I know. Am I right?”

“Yes, ma’am.. A slut’s pussy needs constant filling.”

“And who is a slut?”

“MY pussy needs constant filling.. But I can remove the ring after 30 seconds of being in my favourite position on the front porch..” Jasmine said softly, tears flowing down her face. Nicole had to try her hardest to prevent herself from bursting out laughing, forcing herself to keep a straight face.

“Good. Do you shave daily?” Nicole asked abruptly.

“Um.. Yes ma’am.” Jasmine replied, taken aback and she actually stopped crying.

“That will be a rule too. I want you completely shaved and hairless from neck down. Arms, armpits, legs, pussy. With your hair in the slutty bun and in your favourite position, I will definitely be able to tell if you did not shave that morning itself. Are we clear?” Nicole continued.

“Yes, ma’am..” this was a rule that Jasmine would have no difficulty following at all, yet she felt a fresh pang of humiliation at her hygiene habits been so crudely discussed and controlled.

“So, after your shower and shave every morning, you can dry off with a towel. I don’t want you dripping all over the house, except from that gushing faucet between your legs. But you have 10 minutes to get dry, after which the towel must be put aside. Why?” Nicole asked, her mouth twisting into a grin.

“Because I have to be completely naked at home, ma’am..” Jasmine answered, blushing.

“Good, slave. Which also means that if you need to put on clothes for the day, you take them and dress on the porch. Or dress in the car. Or dress in the mall. I know your slut body needs the attention. Main point - you can only dress when you are outside. Clear?” Nicole said.

“Yes, ma’am.. I can only put on clothes outside the house because I am supposed to be naked in the house at all times..” Jasmine repeated.

“Of course, this also means that you are not to cover your body at all times at home. Which means tits and pussy COMPLETELY VISIBLE. No putting legs together. In fact, whenever you sit, whether or not you are wearing clothes or naked, I want your legs to be parted a foot wide. This applies wherever you are, whether you are at home or not. Repeat.”

“Whenever I sit, my legs will be parted a foot wide. I cannot cover my tits and pussy at all..” Jasmine said, tears welling up again.

“Good. And whenever you are naked, you will try as far as possible to be in the centre of the room where the view of your body is unobstructed. I don’t care if you are alone, or Owen is here, or whatever. You get to an area where anyone can see you if they wanted to. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am.. My naked body always has to be visible..”

Nicole grinned wide at the sight of the humiliated Jasmine’s downturned mouth. “You know, I’d very much like you to be in your favourite position at all time. I’m sure you’d like the same. Since, after all, it is YOUR favourite position. But since I am kind, I won’t make that a rule. Aren’t I the best slave-owner?”

Impotent rage welling up inside Jasmine, she answered, “Yes, you are the best slave-owner..”

“Since you are such a good slave, I’ll let you watch some television while I decide on more rules.” Nicole proceeded to connect her phone to the television and began playing a video.

To her horror, Jasmine saw that it was her on the screen from this afternoon, fucking an imaginary cock on Nicole’s table in the office! She was about to open her mouth and protest, but was swiftly silenced by Nicole. “You make a sound, I turn on the volume. Now, you watch while you rub your clit. I can see how wet you are, and I know you need a cum. NOW RUB YOURSELF LIKE THE SLUT YOU ARE.” she hissed.

“Look at the pornstar on the screen. Big tits, shaved pussy, horny face. She needs a cock. How hot is that?” Nicole egged her on.

Nicolette allowed Jasmine to masturbate for 5 minutes, before playing a new video. It was Jasmine in Clit Investments, making copies of the documents that she had handled over to Nicole. Dismayed, Jasmine turned to Nicole who simply said, “Yes, my slave. I am always watching you. Now keep rubbing your swollen little bud while you listen to me.”

“I know you tan topless, but we are going to get rid of those lines around your hips. So, from now on, you will tan naked every Sunday afternoon. For at least 3 hours. Understand?”

“Y..es.. ma..am” Jasmine deep breaths interrupted her reply.

Nicole laughed at the horny Jasmine in front of her. “Get in your favourite position now.” she teased.

It took all of Jasmine’s effort to wrench her fingers away from her clit, but she managed to do so. She could still feel the strong arousal but, embarrassed, she assumed her favourite position.

“I will pay special attention to here,” Nicole brushed her fingers against Jasmine’s armpits, “here,” - flicking Jasmine’s big tits up and placing two fingers under their natural sag - “here,” doing the same for her curvy ass, “and here.” finishing by rubbing the sides of her shaved pussy, very moist from Jasmine’s fresh female juice. “So you had better spread yourself out nicely on the backyard and ensure that you are evenly tanned all over. If I don’t see progress, you will tan in the front. Or on the SIDEWALK. Are we clear?”

“Yes ma’am..” Jasmine replied, still breathing deeply and completely humiliated, “I will be tanned all over.”

“Good. Continue rubbing your clit.” Nicole laughed.

Somewhat relieved, the horny Jas, quickly resumed her masturbation.

“I don’t care if Sam sees you, or some pervert looks into your backyard. You make sure that you tan for at least 3 hours STRAIGHT every Sunday from 11am to 2pm.”

“Yes, maaaaaam..” Jasmine could not believe how horny she was.

“Now I want you to listen carefully. You are going to have a very eventful day tomorrow.” Nicole continued.

Jasmine listened, and she came at the end of it all. HARD…..so. Hard!