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Life as a good little girl/Try to persuade Joe to give you a ride

Freds shadow — Fri, 20 Jul 2018 23:23:59 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with '"Just a minute!" you holler back at Joe. You stare miserably at the small pile of 'clothes' on the dresser. With no time to sort through them you grab the only clothes you know f…'

"Just a minute!" you holler back at Joe. You stare miserably at the small pile of 'clothes' on the dresser. With no time to sort through them you grab the only clothes you know fit - the outfit Tiffany picked out for you. In you sleepy state it seems harder to knot the top than it was yesterday, probably because you're walking toward the bathroom while tying it, but in the end you somehow manage to barely make a knot, though it doesn't seem as tight a knot as yesterday. The skirt goes on easier, but just like yesterday it seems to want to slide either lower or higher - revealing either more of your pelvis when pulled down, or more of your ass cheeks when pulled up.

You stare at your slutty image as you brush both teeth and hair, both horrified and strangely proud. But you can't possibly wear this to school. Joe wouldn't allow it, or even if he did your teachers would send you home!

[[Life as a good little girl/Maybe you can persuade Joe that this is a normal outfit for a girl your age]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Use something to hold in front of you so he doesn't see how revealing the outfit is]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Persuade him that you're sick so you have a day to figure something out]]

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Life as a good little girl/You take a break at a rest stop

Freds shadow — Fri, 04 May 2018 00:52:14 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with '"Rest stop!" your daddy calls out loudly, making you jump, which in turn makes you moan. If your brother's dick was hard inside your little cunt you'd have cum for sure. As it is…'

"Rest stop!" your daddy calls out loudly, making you jump, which in turn makes you moan. If your brother's dick was hard inside your little cunt you'd have cum for sure. As it is you moan in pleasure from the slight friction. "Everyone use the toilet. Get a snack if you want."

"Alright!" your brother cry out, scrambling out the other side of the car, leaving only your sleeping mother, you and your brother.

Danny opens his door wide, lifts you off him with a loud squelching noise and swings his leg out the door. "Damn," he says, looking down at his lap. He practically tosses you onto the seat beside him and yanks your face down to his crotch by your hair. "Clean up your mess," he orders.

"What?" you stare dumbly at what used to be a magnificently hard dick.

"Lick it! Don't you know anything? You got it hard, you made me fuck you, which means you made me dirty. So clean it up with your mouth."

"But..." you whine, intending to protest further, but then you realize that you could lick it and get it hard again, which would make him fuck you again. Your protests turns into an eager dive forward and you suck the dick that had just been inside your cunt into your mouth, licking your own pussy slime off his dick and drawing a few beads of what must be cum out of his pee chute. Just as it feels he's starting to twitch he yanks on you hair and pushes you on your forehead, knocking you backward into the seatwell.

"Good job," he tucks his dick into his pants, leaving your mouth open in an O, one leg under you and the other against the back seat, your legs spread wide enough that a dirty looking man can see straight up your tiny skirt. You try to scramble up, but it takes several seconds before you can even get out of the seatwell. His eyes stay fastened on your horny little cunt the entire time.

"Hey girlie," he leers at you but you dash past him into the store.

"Washroom?" you ask desperately to the guy behind the counter. He stares at you a moment.

"Sure," he grins. "Out back. Take the key," he says, tossing you a key.

You catch the stick attached to it and run off toward the back doors, looking left and right before spotting two doors. You slide the key into the lock and rush inside, realizing only after you've entered that it's a single-occupant room with a hole in the wall and that the stick attached to the key is about the same size and shape as Danny's cock.

[[Life as a good little girl/A moment a very familiar shape is shoved through the hole. A dick]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Make use of the dildo to try and satisfy you]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Do your business and go back to the car]]

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Life as a good little girl/Hide it in a more natural hiding spot. Like your pussy

Freds shadow — Fri, 04 May 2018 00:34:03 GMT

Freds shadow:

There is a fog in your head. Where should I hide it, you ask yourself. And the answer comes to you quite naturally...

You get to your feet, lifting your butt from Danny's lap. Hesitantly, you reach down and take his penis... His cock in your hand. It feels so hot in your little palm, throbbing. Making it upright, you sink down on it. At first you are going slow, but Joe hits a pot hole and suddenly you sink all the way down. You and Danny gasp in unison.

"Sorry about that." Joe calls back. You can fell Danny's breath on your ear. "You all right?" He asks, his tongue again running on your ear.

The feeling of a cock inside your cunt has your brain in a lock down however, and you only manage a whimper. You hear Danny chuckle. His finger closes on your nipple, pinching it. "Let's adjust you a little." He says and lifts you by your sides. One of his hands glides down the length of your body and slides beneath your thighs. He lets go, and you thump down again.

"Everything okay back there?" Joe calls back again. "Yeah." You manage to whimper. Rob glances at you carelessly before getting back to his phone. Damn! you have to be quiet. But it's getting harder with Danny moving around so much. Is the road bumpy?

Danny shoves up again, making you whip your head back. "What are you doing?" You whisper, trying to steady your voice.

"What?" Danny says innocently, while his hand push you down on his cock again. Your eyes roll up into your head. "Uhh.." You whimper again. His face is so close to yours, his lips brush against your cheek as you bounce up and down his cock. By now, all your strength is gone and you can do nothing but take it.

Danny's breathing is getting louder. You surreptitiously glance around to your step-brothers, but the both of them are engrossed in their phones. You put your hands on the back of the seat in front of you and your hips start bouncing on their own accord. Danny's one hand is playing with your nipple, and the other is roaming your pelvis and your tummy. It is driving you crazy. You are so close.

Finally, Danny slams you down on his lap once or twice really forcefully. You are trying not to make a sound, but a whimper escapes you. Rob looks around, making you freeze. "What are you doing there." He asks just as Danny starts shooting deep inside you.

You desperately want to slide on the pulsing cock inside you. But somehow you stop yourself. "Nothing." You say. "What are you doing?" You ask back, leaning forward on your hand. You feel Danny finish up inside you, his cock no longer firing. He sighs behind you with satisfaction, while you are completely on edge.

Rob sticks his tongue out at you and goes back to his phone. You curse him silently. You pussy is screaming for attention. You try to grind yourself on your step-brother's lap, but his cock has gone soft inside you. You are mortified. What is it that you have to do to get a release here?

"That was great, Stephi." Danny says from behind you. This time, he actually licks your earlobe after he is done speaking. Both of his hands are on your chest now. One on each tit. And they are playing with your nipples. This is so wrong. You grind yourself on his lap again, and moan in frustration as his cock does nothing for you.

He chuckles behind you. "Oh, sorry. Did I leave you hanging? Next time then." He says.

[[Life as a good little girl/Next time arrives quickly. His cock starts to harden inside your pussy. ]]

[[Life as a good little girl/His cock hardens inside your pussy, but you switch holes.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You arrive at your destination.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You take a break at a rest stop]]

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Life as a good little girl/Nod submissively. It just seems so natural to give in to a sexual demand

Freds shadow — Mon, 09 Apr 2018 02:13:56 GMT

Freds shadow:

A year ago you'd have had no clue what he meant or what you should do, but then Tiffany started telling you tales and you'd read all those stories and viewed all those videos on your brothers' computers. Some of them were articles of girls telling other girls how to behave toward men, and they all agreed with what Danny, your step-brother, just told you. It feels a bit wrong and a whole lot right. Besides, now that he's fucked you once maybe you can fuck him some other time. Then your stories to Tiff will sound much more real. Besides, it's not like he'd ever tell anyone.

You raise yourself up off him with a conspicuous squelching sound, biting your lips so you don't moan. The sudden emptiness between your legs feels terrible, and the urge to grind yourself atop him is strong, but it's his needs you have to see to now. Slipping between the seats you help him pull his shorts and underwear off and stare at the softened thing that had made you feel so good. It looks wet and slimy and smaller than it had felt like, and not at all as large as the 'average' dick, at least according to the porn you've been watching. You feel a bit of pity for Danny and his undersized dick as you lean forward, sniffing at it. So that's what a dick smells like. Kind of fishy, but for some reason your mouth waters as you open your mouth and extend your tongue.

"Suck the tip first so it doesn't leak," Danny instructs.

You hesitate, hearing a car door open and the car shifting beneath you, probably Joe getting out. A sound of a groan comes from outside the car, and you guess Joe must be stretching.

Losing patience Danny grabs your hair and pulls you down over his penis, making you grimace a little in protest from the pain in your scalp, but you say nothing, fearful of attracting Joe's attention. Besides, it doesn't feel all that un-natural. Danny wipes your face over his dick, smearing sperm and your own juices across your cheek. Your extended tongue touches the warm, wet flesh, and your eyes widen at your first taste of a man's cock.

This isn't so bad, you think as your lick a little around the head. Danny's fingers tighten in your hair, and thinking it a signal you open your mouth and suck in the soft member like the world's thickest piece of spaghetti.

Behind you the car door slams and you hear hear crunching footsteps as Joe walks around the car on the gravel driveway. Unsure of which direction he'll take you press your mouth down, pushing your face into your step-brother's thick pubic hair, the entirety of his dick in your mouth as you try to listen for wherever Joe might be. Breathing deep you suck and lick automatically on your brother until the car rocks again as your mother's door is opened.

"Wha...?" you hear her mumbling.

"We're here, hon," Joe says quietly. "Come on inside."

Your mother mumbles something as you suck urgently, tongue flicking wildly as your nerves race. Will they see you? Realize what you're doing.

"Hey dad," Danny says abruptly, making you jump. What was he doing? Was he trying to get caught?

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe notices what you're doing in the backseat with your step-brother]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe doesn't notice a thing as he helps your mother]]

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Life as a good little girl/You arrive at your destination.

Freds shadow — Mon, 09 Apr 2018 02:01:33 GMT

Freds shadow:

"I... I need..." you moan as he abruptly yanks on your nipples, pulling them into tiny cones as he pinches them cruelly. Your body want to lean forward to follow your nipples, but it if you do that your brothers might see Danny's dick. Instead you force your hands to reach behind you to take hold of Danny and pull your body backwards even as he continues to pull your nipples forward. For a long moment you see just how big your breasts might grow - not as big as you'd like.

"We're here," Joe says, and your nipples snap back to your chest abruptly as Danny's hands leave your body.

"Nooo..." you whine. "I'm not done..."

"Done what?" Rob asks, and you realize your other two brothers are looking at you, their phones pointed in your direction. You hear some clicking sounds. Probably the car, your lust-filled mind reasons as it urges you to grind yourself on Danny's cock. Thankfully you manage to resist.

"I... I was counting cars," is all you can think to say, but their faces instantly become bored.

Mark leans over to Rob and says, just loud enough for you to hear, "I hope Britney wears a bikini again"

Rob grins and turns to his brother. "And I hope she makes one of her friends give me another blowjob."

"Everyone out. I'm gonna need help," Joe says, and Mark and Robb seem to vanish, leaving you and Danny the only ones to hear as Joe sighs and finishes. "Getting the stuff out."

"Don't worry dad, I'll help. You focus on getting mom inside first."

"Thanks son," Joe slides out slowly.

You start to scramble free of Danny, but his fingers seize your hair, making your mind flash-back to the porn videos you'd been watching so much lately. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" he motions to his lap. "You used me to fuck yourself and then leave me all messy? That's not what girls are supposed to do. Clean up the mess you made on my dick."

"B... but Daddy and mom..."

"Won't notice a thing. Your 'daddy' will be helping your 'mummy' from the car. All you need to do is get low in the seat well and clean my dick, balls and ass with your mouth. It's what a girl does to say thank. Plus, you made the mess, and if you do a good job maybe I'll even let you fuck me again."

[[Life as a good little girl/Refuse and bolt from the car]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Compromise and wipe off his dick with your handkerchief top]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Nod submissively. It just seems so natural to give in to a sexual demand]]

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Life as a good little girl/You text Tiffany, begging her for clothes

Freds shadow — Tue, 03 Apr 2018 01:35:40 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with 'Remembering your clothing situation, you immediately start to panic and run naked throughout the house, looking for someone to help you. Room after room, all devoid of occupants,…'

Remembering your clothing situation, you immediately start to panic and run naked throughout the house, looking for someone to help you. Room after room, all devoid of occupants, you finish in the brightly lit living room, staring vacantly out into the street, your lip wobbling and tears threatening to fall.

Then it strikes you. Tiffany will know what to do!

"I want a cock in my ass!" you scream at the phone. The lock screen of you with your brother's dick in your ass gives way to the home screen, the wallpaper showing a petite teen being spit-roasted by two massive looking dicks. Your hand automatically drops to your pussy like it's on auto-pilot, but you force it back to the phone and tap the screen. Thankfully Rob put Tiffany in as a contact. Wait, how did Tiffany know your borrowed phone's number? Did Rob tell her?

The phone jumps in your hand. "Bus coming!" Tiffany texts.

"Daddy threw out ALL my clothes! Naked!! HELP!!!" you type in reply.

Getting the message out is like lifting a huge weight from your shoulders. You slump down against the back of the couch, your legs spreading wide and stare out the window. Straight into the astonished eyes of some old guy you vaguely remember as a neighbor who's friends with your daddy.

[[Life as a good little girl/If he's your daddy's friend you know you can trust him to help you]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Tiffany texts you back, telling you to meet her near her place to get some of her old clothes]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You could still get help from your neighbor. You remember your parents saying she works nights at some club]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Why bother going to school? It's not your fault daddy threw away your clothes]]

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Life as a good little girl/Ask him to take pictures for Tiffany

Freds shadow — Wed, 28 Feb 2018 05:59:55 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with 'Feeling almost dizzy from lust and the realization of what you've done you totter away from the car. It was almost like one of those stories you'd told Tiffany. You freeze, and i…'

Feeling almost dizzy from lust and the realization of what you've done you totter away from the car. It was almost like one of those stories you'd told Tiffany. You freeze, and it dawns on you that this is the perfect opportunity to show Tiff that you're a real hardcore slut. All you need is proof!

"Oh!" you exclaim, and whirl around, clearly startling him. "Could you take pictures of me? Like this?"

"You... want me to take pictures?" he looks at your strangely. "Like that?"

"Oh. Right. I should be kneeling when you do it. And smiling. Make them real good."

"Uh. Okay. I mean, I'm perfectly fine with it, but why do you want me to take pictures? Does it turn you on?" he smirks.

Blushing a little you stare at the phone that he seems to have pulled out of nowhere. Was he taking pictures or filming it? Deciding not to take any chances you nod, forcing a smile. It isn't all that hard, considering how horny you're feeling.

"I love having sperm all over my face. And I love it when guys take pictures of me and post them online. I want strangers to see the pictures. Strangers who might see me on the street. I just wish it was a group of guys, using me like a cock sleeve, pounding me any way they like, in my mouth, or my cunt or my ass. As rough as they want to be. I'm just a cock-hungry whore," you croon straight into the camera, face flushing red at the words you're saying, but your lust spiralling higher and somehow forcing you to continue.

[[Life as a good little girl/Oh hi, Danny says with a wave to someone behind you]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Now Danny's gotten all worked up again. You'll have to help him with that.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Daddy comes out so you hop the neighbor's fence]]

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Life as a good little girl/Nodding, you proceed to let him facefuck you

Freds shadow — Wed, 28 Feb 2018 05:46:48 GMT

Freds shadow:

You nod eagerly, wanting to get his balls out of your mouth but of course he takes it another way.

"Damn, you must really love sucking cock, huh? You do this everyday, Stephi?" he teases.

Avoiding his eyes you pop his testicles out of your mouth one at a time, then timidly reach up to grab his thoroughly hard cock. It seemed larger when it was inside you, and realizing that it's probably only seven or so inches you feel a bit of pity for Danny. Does he realize that he's got a small dick? All the ones you've seen in the videos and pictures looked closed to ten inches and incredibly thick. Deciding not to tell him you instead lick up the bottom of his dick like you've seen some girls do. His penis twitches under your tongue, startling you, and for a moment you stop, then lick again to see if you can make it move once more.

"Stop that," Danny says as his penis jumps. "Suck it."

"Fine," you mutter reluctantly, trying to hide how interested you are. After all those lies you told Tiffany you've been getting more and more curious about what it would really be like to fuck or suck a dick. Now you know that fucking can be good, although you probably need a bigger dick to cum. Or maybe Danny just wasn't rough enough. Or maybe you need two or even three cocks. Maybe that's why there was always one girl and at least two guys in all those videos you saw.

Feeling a little nervous you open your mouth, your slightly plump lips pressing against his dickhead before it pushes slowly deeper into your ever-widening mouth.

"You're not at the dentist, dummy. Wrap you lips around my cock, keeps your teeth away, and take me all the way down your throat like a good girl."

"Mm-hm," you agree, and push forward, glad he isn't - yet - using your hair to jerk your head back and forth. You know that's probably coming since that seems to be the way blowjobs are done, but for now it's interesting feeling how incredibly warm he is. And throbbing a little.

"Uck," you gurgle as he hits the back of your throat.

"Tilt your head. Not that way, stupid. Like you're looking up. You need to make it so it's a straight, or near-straight, line from mouth down to your stomach.

Clueing in you scooch back a bit, wincing as you feel some gravel embedded in your knees, and follow instructions. Danny almost immediately plunges all the way into your mouth and down your throat. Your eyes bulge and your throat convulses, and you feel certain that you're going to either die or throw up.

"Relax, it's natural. You just have to breath when you can and relax your muscles. Here, I'll do all the work," he says.

In principal the words sound good, and you just put your hands on his legs to keep steady as he uses the hand in your hair to pull you a little bit off his dick before sinking back in all the way. He repeats this over and over, then pulls out further, then further again, picking up speed and increasing the amount he withdraws. Your lungs protest even more than your throat until you figure out that you can breath a little when he pulls out. Pretty soon he's pulling all the way out, leaving only the tip in your mouth before he pounds forward, balls slapping your chin and his pubic curls crushing against your lips.

"Yeah. That's it. Good slut. Good suction. You were born to suck c - ohh - cock."

After the hardest and fastest pushes yet he surprises you by pulling out completely, giving you the chance to gasp for a few extra breaths before he goes back in again. Except he doesn't. Instead you feel something like a thing splat of rain hit your forehead, followed by another to each cheek. When one smacks you in the nose you realize that he's cumming. On your face.

Another shot hits your chin, and then the only thing that comes out is a small amount that oozes out of the hole and starts to dangle from his cock.

"G-good slut. N-next time you should be the one milking the cock... ah!" he gasps as you move forward, engulfing his dickhead in your mouth and sucking off the white mess. You feel even more pulled out of his pisshole by your suction, feeding you the salty liquid.

So that's what semen tastes like, you think as you pull back, letting his softening dick fall from your mouth. You kind of like it.

"Well, I've gotta unload the car. Get lost. Go suck someone else off. Or whatever," Danny says.

"That's it?" you say without thinking.

"What? You wanted me to get it up again?"

"N-no, I just meant... I didn't cum..."

"So? That's not my problem, you just didn't do it right I guess," he says, confirming your fears. You do need a second dick. Or a rougher fuck.

"Oh wait. Look at me and grin."

"Huh?" you stare at him cluelessly, but smile widely anyway. He lifts his phone, and you hear several clicking sounds.

"Hey!"

"What? Every guy does it. If you don't want pictures taken then don't make guys hard. Now get lost," he says, pushing you with his foot as he pulls up his shorts.

Sighing, and still dazed from being so aroused you turn around to leave. And you should probably clean up, or at least wipe the cum into your skin or something.

[[Life as a good little girl/Ask him to take pictures for Tiffany]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You could probably just jump straight into your cousins pool like this]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Remembering your top you use it to wipe off your face]]

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Life as a good little girl/Nod submissively. It just seems so natural to give in to a sexual demand

Freds shadow — Wed, 28 Feb 2018 05:43:33 GMT

Freds shadow:

A year ago you'd have had no clue what he meant or what you should do, but then Tiffany started telling you tales and you'd read all those stories and viewed all those videos on your brothers' computers. Some of them were articles of girls telling other girls how to behave toward men, and they all agreed with what Danny, your step-brother, just told you. It feels a bit wrong and a whole lot right.

You raise yourself up off him with a conspicuous squelching sound, biting your lips so you don't moan. The sudden emptiness between your legs feels terrible, and the urge to grind yourself atop him is strong, but it's his needs you have to see to now. Slipping between the seats you help him pull his shorts and underwear off and stare at the softened thing that had made you feel so good. It looks wet and slimy and you lean forward, sniffing at it. So that's what a dick smells like. Kind of fishy, but for some reason your mouth waters as you open your mouth and extend your tongue.

"Suck the tip first so it doesn't leak," Danny instructs.

You hesitate, hearing a car door open and the car shifting beneath you, probably Joe getting out. A sound of a groan comes from outside the car, and you guess Joe must be stretching.

Losing patience Danny grabs your hair and pulls you down over his penis, making you grimace a little in protest from the pain in your scalp, but you say nothing, fearful of attracting Joe's attention. Besides, it doesn't feel all that un-natural. Danny wipes your face over his dick, smearing sperm and your own juices across your cheek. Your extended tongue touches the warm, wet flesh, and your eyes widen at your first taste of a man's cock.

This isn't so bad, you think as your lick a little around the head. Danny's fingers tighten in your hair, and thinking it a signal you open your mouth and suck in the soft member like the world's thickest piece of spaghetti.

Behind you the car door slams and you hear hear crunching footsteps as Joe walks around the car on the gravel driveway. Unsure of which direction he'll take you press your mouth down, pushing your face into your step-brother's thick pubic hair, the entirety of his dick in your mouth as you try to listen for wherever Joe might be. Breathing deep you suck and lick automatically on your brother until the car rocks again as your mother's door is opened.

"Wha...?" you hear her mumbling.

"We're here, hon," Joe says quietly. "Come on inside."

Your mother mumbles something as you suck urgently, tongue flicking wildly as your nerves race. Will they see you? Realize what you're doing.

"Hey dad," Danny says abruptly, making you jump. What was he doing? Was he trying to get caught?

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe notices what you're doing in the backseat with your step-brother]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe doesn't notice a thing as he helps your mother]]

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Life as a good little girl/You arrive at your destination.

Freds shadow — Wed, 28 Feb 2018 05:37:03 GMT

Freds shadow:

"I... I need..." you moan as he abruptly yanks on your nipples, pulling them into tiny cones as he pinches them cruelly.

"We're here," Joe says, and your nipples snap back to your chest abruptly, Danny's hands leaving your body.

"Nooo..." you whine. "I'm not done..."

"Done what?" Rob asks, and you realize your other two brothers are looking at you, their phones pointed in your direction. You hear some clicking sounds. Probably the car, your lust-filled mind reasons, urging you to grind yourself on Danny's cock. Thankfully you manage to resist.

"I... I was counting cars," is all you can think to say, but their faces instantly become bored.

Mark leans over to Rob and says, just loud enough for you to hear, "I hope Britney wears a bikini again"

Rob grins and turns to his brother. "And I hope she makes one of her friends give me another blowjob."

"Everyone out. I'm gonna need help," Joe says, and Mark and Robb seem to vanish, leaving you and Danny the only ones to hear as Joe sighs and finishes. "Getting the stuff out."

"Don't worry dad, I'll help. You focus on getting mom inside first."

"Thanks son," Joe slides out slowly.

You start to scramble free of Danny, but his fingers seize your hair, making your mind flash-back to the porn videos you'd been watching so much lately. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" he motions to his lap. "You made me hard so you did what a girl's supposed to do and used your body to get me off. Because of that I'm all dirty. Girls clean up dirty messes that they made."

"B... but Daddy and mom..."

"Won't notice a thing. Your 'daddy' will be helping your 'mummy' from the car. All you need to do is get low in the seat well and clean my dick, balls and ass with your mouth. It's what a girl does to say thank. Plus, you made the mess, and if you do a good job maybe I'll even let you fuck me again."

[[Life as a good little girl/Refuse and bolt from the car]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Compromise and wipe off his dick with your handkerchief top]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Nod submissively. It just seems so natural to give in to a sexual demand]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Nodding, you proceed to let him facefuck you

Freds shadow — Sat, 10 Feb 2018 05:05:03 GMT

Freds shadow:

You nod eagerly, wanting to get his balls out of your mouth but of course he takes it another way.

"Damn, you must really love sucking cock, huh? You do this everyday, Stephi?" he teases.

Avoiding his eyes you pop his testicles out of your mouth one at a time, then timidly reach up to grab his thoroughly hard cock. It seemed larger when it was inside you, and realizing that it's probably only seven or so inches you feel a bit of pity for Danny. Does he realize that he's got a small dick? All the ones you've seen in the videos and pictures looked closed to ten inches and incredibly thick. Deciding not to tell him you instead lick up the bottom of his dick like you've seen some girls do. His penis twitches under your tongue, startling you, and for a moment you stop, then lick again to see if you can make it move once more.

"Stop that," Danny says as his penis jumps. "Suck it."

"Fine," you mutter reluctantly, trying to hide how interested you are. After all those lies you told Tiffany you've been getting more and more curious about what it would really be like to fuck or suck a dick. Now you know that fucking can be good, although you probably need a bigger dick to cum. Or maybe Danny just wasn't rough enough. Or maybe you need two or even three cocks. Maybe that's why there was always one girl and at least two guys in all those videos you saw.

Feeling a little nervous you open your mouth, your slightly plump lips pressing against his dickhead before it pushes slowly deeper into your ever-widening mouth.

"You're not at the dentist, dummy. Wrap you lips around my cock, keeps your teeth away, and take me all the way down your throat like a good girl."

"Mm-hm," you agree, and push forward, glad he isn't - yet - using your hair to jerk your head back and forth. You know that's probably coming since that seems to be the way blowjobs are done, but for now it's interesting feeling how incredibly warm he is. And throbbing a little.

"Uck," you gurgle as he hits the back of your throat.

"Tilt your head. Not that way, stupid. Like you're looking up. You need to make it so it's a straight, or near-straight, line from mouth down to your stomach.

Clueing in you scooch back a bit, wincing as you feel some gravel embedded in your knees, and follow instructions. Danny almost immediately plunges all the way into your mouth and down your throat. Your eyes bulge and your throat convulses, and you feel certain that you're going to either die or throw up.

"Relax, it's natural. You just have to breath when you can and relax your muscles. Here, I'll do all the work," he says.

In principal the words sound good, and you just put your hands on his legs to keep steady as he uses the hand in your hair to pull you a little bit off his dick before sinking back in all the way. He repeats this over and over, then pulls out further, then further again, picking up speed and increasing the amount he withdraws. Your lungs protest even more than your throat until you figure out that you can breath a little when he pulls out. Pretty soon he's pulling all the way out, leaving only the tip in your mouth before he pounds forward, balls slapping your chin and his pubic curls crushing against your lips.

"Yeah. That's it. Good slut. Good suction. You were born to suck c - ohh - cock."

After the hardest and fastest pushes yet he surprises you by pulling out completely, giving you the chance to gasp for a few extra breaths before he goes back in again. Except he doesn't. Instead you feel something like a thing splat of rain hit your forehead, followed by another to each cheek. When one smacks you in the nose you realize that he's cumming. On your face.

Another shot hits your chin, and then the only thing that comes out is a small amount that oozes out of the hole and starts to dangle from his cock.

"G-good slut. N-next time you should be the one milking the cock... ah!" he gasps as you move forward, engulfing his dickhead in your mouth and sucking off the white mess. You feel even more pulled out of his pisshole by your suction, feeding you the salty liquid.

So that's what semen tastes like, you think as you pull back, letting his softening dick fall from your mouth. You kind of like it.

"Well, I've gotta unload the car. Get lost. Go suck someone else off. Or whatever," Danny says.

"That's it?" you say without thinking.

"What? You wanted me to get it up again?"

"N-no, I just meant... I didn't cum..."

"So? That's not my problem, you just didn't do it right I guess," he says, confirming your fears. You do need a second dick. Or a rougher fuck.

"Oh wait. Look at me and grin."

"Huh?" you stare at him cluelessly, but smile widely anyway. He lifts his phone, and you hear several clicking sounds.

"Hey!"

"What? Every guy does it. If you don't want pictures taken then don't make guys hard. Now get lost," he says, pushing you with his foot as he pulls up his shorts.

Sighing, and still dazed from being so aroused you turn around to leave. And you should probably clean up, or at least wipe the cum into your skin or something.

[[Life as a good little girl/You wander off, and run into someone with cum all over your face and your top still on the driveway]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You could probably just jump straight into your cousins pool like this]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Remembering your top you use it to wipe off your face]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Nodding, you proceed to let him facefuck you

Freds shadow — Sat, 10 Feb 2018 04:57:09 GMT

Freds shadow:

You nod eagerly, wanting to get his balls out of your mouth but of course he takes it another way.

"Damn, you must really love sucking cock, huh? You do this everyday, Stephi?" he teases.

Avoiding his eyes you pop his testicles out of your mouth one at a time, then timidly reach up to grab his thoroughly hard cock. It seemed larger when it was inside you, and realizing that it's probably only seven or so inches you feel a bit of pity for Danny. Does he realize that he's got a small dick? All the ones you've seen in the videos and pictures looked closed to ten inches and incredibly thick. Deciding not to tell him you instead lick up the bottom of his dick like you've seen some girls do. His penis twitches under your tongue, startling you, and for a moment you stop, then lick again to see if you can make it move once more.

"Stop that," Danny says as his penis jumps. "Suck it."

"Fine," you mutter reluctantly, trying to hide how interested you are. After all those lies you told Tiffany you've been getting more and more curious about what it would really be like to fuck or suck a dick. Now you know that fucking can be good, although you probably need a bigger dick to cum. Or maybe Danny just wasn't rough enough. Or maybe you need two or even three cocks. Maybe that's why there was always one girl and at least two guys in all those videos you saw.

Feeling a little nervous you open your mouth, your slightly plump lips pressing against his dickhead before it pushes slowly deeper into your ever-widening mouth.

"You're not at the dentist, dummy. Wrap you lips around my cock, keeps your teeth away, and take me all the way down your throat like a good girl."

"Mm-hm," you agree, and push forward, glad he isn't - yet - using your hair to jerk your head back and forth. You know that's probably coming since that seems to be the way blowjobs are done, but for now it's interesting feeling how incredibly warm he is. And throbbing a little.

"Uck," you gurgle as he hits the back of your throat.

"Tilt your head. Not that way, stupid. Like you're looking up. You need to make it so it's a straight, or near-straight, line from mouth down to your stomach.

Clueing in you scooch back a bit, wincing as you feel some gravel embedded in your knees, and follow instructions. Danny almost immediately plunges all the way into your mouth and down your throat. Your eyes bulge and your throat convulses, and you feel certain that you're going to either die or throw up.

"Relax, it's natural. You just have to breath when you can and relax your muscles. Here, I'll do all the work," he says.

In principal the words sound good, and you just put your hands on his legs to keep steady as he uses the hand in your hair to pull you a little bit off his dick before sinking back in all the way. He repeats this over and over, then pulls out further, then further again, picking up speed and increasing the amount he withdraws. Your lungs protest even more than your throat until you figure out that you can breath a little when he pulls out. Pretty soon he's pulling all the way out, leaving only the tip in your mouth before he pounds forward, balls slapping your chin and his pubic curls crushing against your lips.

"Yeah. That's it. Good slut. Good suction. You were born to suck c - ohh - cock."

After the hardest and fastest pushes yet he surprises you by pulling out completely, giving you the chance to gasp for a few extra breaths before he goes back in again. Except he doesn't. Instead you feel something like a thing splat of rain hit your forehead, followed by another to each cheek. When one smacks you in the nose you realize that he's cumming. On your face.

Another shot hits your chin, and then the only thing that comes out is a small amount that oozes out of the hole and starts to dangle from his cock.

"G-good slut. N-next time you should be the one milking the cock... ah!" he gasps as you move forward, engulfing his dickhead in your mouth and sucking off the white mess. You feel even more pulled out of his pisshole by your suction, feeding you the salty liquid.

So that's what semen tastes like, you think as you pull back, letting his softening dick fall from your mouth. You kind of like it.

"Well, I've gotta unload the car. Get lost. Go suck someone else off. Or whatever," Danny says.

"That's it?" you say without thinking.

"What? You wanted me to get it up again?"

"N-no, I just meant... I didn't cum..."

"So? That's not my problem, you just didn't do it right I guess," he says, confirming your fears. You do need a second dick. Or a rougher fuck.

"Oh wait. Look at me and grin."

"Huh?" you stare at him cluelessly. He sighs, lifts his phone, and you hear several clicking sounds.

"Never mind. Now get lost," he says, pushing you with his foot as he pulls up his shorts.

Sighing, and still dazed from being so aroused you turn around to leave. And you should probably clean up, or at least wipe the cum into your skin or something.

[[Life as a good little girl/You wander off, and run into someone with cum all over your face and your top still on the driveway]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You could probably just jump straight into your cousins pool like this]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Remembering your top you use it to wipe off your face]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Nod submissively. It just seems so natural to give in to a sexual demand

Freds shadow — Sat, 10 Feb 2018 04:49:45 GMT

Freds shadow:

A year ago you'd have had no clue what he meant or what you should do, but then Tiffany started telling you tales and you'd read all those stories and viewed all those videos on your brothers' computers. Some of them were articles of girls telling other girls how to behave toward men, and they all agreed with what Danny, your step-brother, just told you. It feels a bit wrong and a whole lot right.

You raise yourself up off him with a conspicuous squelching sound, biting your lips so you don't moan. The sudden emptiness between your legs feels terrible, and the urge to grind yourself atop him is strong, but it's his needs you have to see to now. Slipping between the seats you help him pull his shorts and underwear off and stare at the softened thing that had made you feel so good. It looks wet and slimy and you lean forward, sniffing at it. So that's what a dick smells like. Kind of fishy, but for some reason your mouth waters as you open your mouth and extend your tongue.

"Suck the tip first so it doesn't leak," Danny instructs.

You hesitate, hearing a car door open and the car shifting beneath you, probably Joe getting out. A sound of a groan comes from outside the car.

Losing patience Danny grabs your hair and pulls you down over his penis, making you grimace a little in protest from the pain in your scalp, but you say nothing, fearful of attracting Joe's attention. Besides, it doesn't feel all that un-natural. Danny wipes your face over his dick, smearing sperm and your own juices across your cheek. Your extended tongue touches the warm, wet flesh, and your eyes widen at your first taste of a man's cock.

This isn't so bad, you think as your lick a little around the head. Danny's fingers tighten in your hair, and thinking it a signal you open your mouth and suck in the soft member like the world's thickest piece of spaghetti.

Behind you the car door slams and you hear hear crunching footsteps as Joe walks around the car on the gravel driveway. Unsure of which direction he'll take you press your mouth down, pushing your face into your step-brother's thick pubic hair, the entirety of his dick in your mouth as you try to listen for wherever Joe might be. Breathing deep you suck and lick automatically on your brother until the car rocks again as your mother's door is opened.

"Wha...?" you hear her mumbling.

"We're here, hon," Joe says quietly. "Come on inside."

Your mother mumbles something as you suck urgently, tongue flicking wildly as your nerves race. Will they see you? Realize what you're doing.

"Hey dad," Danny says abruptly, making you jump. What was he doing? Was he trying to get caught?

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe notices what you're doing in the backseat with your step-brother]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe doesn't notice a thing as he helps your mother]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/You arrive at your destination.

Freds shadow — Sat, 10 Feb 2018 04:44:54 GMT

Freds shadow:

"I... I need..." you moan as he abruptly yanks on your nipples, pulling them into tiny cones as he pinches them cruelly.

"We're here," Joe says, and your nipples snap back to your chest abruptly, Danny's hands leaving your body.

Mark leans over to Rob and says, just loud enough for you to hear, "I hope Britney wears a bikini again"

Rob grins and turns to his brother. "And I hope she makes one of her friends give me another blowjob."

"Everyone out. I'm gonna need help," Joe says, and Mark and Robb seem to vanish, leaving you and Danny the only ones to hear as Joe sighs and finishes. "Getting the stuff out."

"Don't worry dad, I'll help. You focus on getting mom inside first."

"Thanks son," Joe slides out slowly.

You start to scramble free of Danny, but his fingers seize your hair, making your mind flash-back to the porn videos you'd been watching so much lately. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" he motions to his lap. "You made me hard so you did what a girl's supposed to do and used your body to get me off. Because of that I'm all dirty. Girls clean up dirty messes that they made."

"B... but Daddy and mom..."

"Won't notice a thing. Your 'daddy' will be helping your 'mummy' from the car. All you need to do is get low in the seat well and clean my dick, balls and ass with your mouth. It's what a girl does to say thank. Plus, you made the mess..."

[[Life as a good little girl/Refuse and bolt from the car]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Compromise and wipe off his dick with your handkerchief top]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Nod submissively. It just seems so natural to give in to a sexual demand]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Nodding, you proceed to let him facefuck you

Freds shadow — Fri, 02 Feb 2018 01:01:20 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with 'You nod eagerly, wanting to get his balls out of your mouth but of course he takes it another way. "Damn, you must really love sucking cock, huh? You do this everyday, Stephi?" …'

You nod eagerly, wanting to get his balls out of your mouth but of course he takes it another way.

"Damn, you must really love sucking cock, huh? You do this everyday, Stephi?" he teases.

Avoiding his eyes you pop his testicles out of your mouth one at a time, then timidly reach up to grab his thoroughly hard cock. It seemed larger when it was inside you, and realizing that it's probably only seven or so inches you feel a bit of pity for Danny. Does he realize that he's got a small dick? All the ones you've seen in the videos and pictures looked closed to ten inches and incredibly thick. Deciding not to tell him you instead lick up the bottom of his dick like you've seen some girls do. His penis twitches under your tongue, startling you, and for a moment you stop, then lick again to see if you can make it move once more.

"Stop that," Danny says as his penis jumps. "Suck it."

"Fine," you mutter reluctantly, trying to hide how interested you are. After all those lies you told Tiffany you've been getting more and more curious about what it would really be like to fuck or suck a dick. Now you know that fucking can be good, although you probably need a bigger dick to cum. Or maybe Danny just wasn't rough enough. Or maybe you need two or even three cocks. Maybe that's why there was always one girl and at least two guys in all those videos you saw.

Feeling a little nervous you open your mouth, your slightly plump lips pressing against his dickhead before it pushes slowly deeper into your ever-widening mouth.

"You're not at the dentist, dummy. Wrap you lips around my cock, keeps your teeth away, and take me all the way down your throat like a good girl."

"Mm-hm," you agree, and push forward, glad he isn't - yet - using your hair to jerk your head back and forth. You know that's probably coming since that seems to be the way blowjobs are done, but for now it's interesting feeling how incredibly warm he is. And throbbing a little.

"Uck," you gurgle as he hits the back of your throat.

"Tilt your head. Not that way, stupid. Like you're looking up. You need to make it so it's a straight, or near-straight, line from mouth down to your stomach.

Clueing in you scooch back a bit, wincing as you feel some gravel embedded in your knees, and follow instructions. Danny almost immediately plunges all the way into your mouth and down your throat. Your eyes bulge and your throat convulses, and you feel certain that you're going to either die or throw up.

"Relax, it's natural. You just have to breath when you can and relax your muscles. Here, I'll do all the work," he says.

In principal the words sound good, and you just put your hands on his legs to keep steady as he uses the hand in your hair to pull you a little bit off his dick before sinking back in all the way. He repeats this over and over, then pulls out further, then further again, picking up speed and increasing the amount he withdraws. Your lungs protest even more than your throat until you figure out that you can breath a little when he pulls out. Pretty soon he's pulling all the way out, leaving only the tip in your mouth before he pounds forward, balls slapping your chin and his pubic curls crushing against your lips.

"Yeah. That's it. Good slut. Good suction. You were born to suck c - ohh - cock."

After the hardest and fastest pushes yet he surprises you by pulling out completely, giving you the chance to gasp for a few extra breaths before he goes back in again. Except he doesn't. Instead you feel something like a thing splat of rain hit your forehead, followed by another to each cheek. When one smacks you in the nose you realize that he's cumming. On your face.

Another shot hits your chin, and then the only thing that comes out is a small amount that oozes out of the hole and starts to dangle from his cock.

"G-good slut. N-next time you should be the one milking the cock... ah!" he gasps as you move forward, engulfing his dickhead in your mouth and sucking off the white mess. You feel even more pulled out of his pisshole by your suction, feeding you the salty liquid.

So that's what semen tastes like, you think as you pull back, letting his softening dick fall from your mouth. You kind of like it.

"Well, I've gotta unload the car. Get lost. Go suck someone else off. Or whatever," Danny says.

"That's it?" you say without thinking.

"What? You wanted me to get it up again?"

"N-no, I just meant... I didn't cum..."

"So? That's not my problem, you just didn't do it right I guess," he says, confirming your fears. You do need a second dick. Or a rougher fuck.

"Oh wait. Look at me and grin."

"Huh?" you stare at him cluelessly. He sighs, lifts his phone, and you hear several clicking sounds.

"Never mind. Now get lost," he says, pushing you with his foot as he pulls up his shorts.

Sighing, and still dazed from being so aroused you turn around to leave. And you should probably clean up, or at least wipe the cum into your skin or something.

[[Life as a good little girl/You turn around and see your fat pervy Uncle Tom leering at you]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You could probably just jump straight into your cousins pool like this]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Remembering your top you use it to wipe off your face]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Joe doesn't notice a thing as he helps your mother

Freds shadow — Fri, 02 Feb 2018 00:27:05 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with '"Huh? Son?" "What should I get first?" "What? Oh. Um. It doesn't really matter. It all has to come out." "I guess I'll get the cooler first, then. If that's okay." "Sure. Sur…'

"Huh? Son?"

"What should I get first?"

"What? Oh. Um. It doesn't really matter. It all has to come out."

"I guess I'll get the cooler first, then. If that's okay."

"Sure. Sure. Oh, where's Stephi? I thought she might help."

"Oh she's got her uses. But you know how girls like her tend to fool around," Danny laughs, his hand tightening in your hair and holding your lips against his pubic hair. You tremble from nerves, and realize that his dick seems bigger than before. Harder. Oh no, you weren't making him aroused again, were you?

"Right, right," you dad says, and the car rocks a bit, probably from him pulling your mother up.

"I bet she went looking for either Uncle Tom or Britney. She really likes hanging around those two," Danny chuckles, even as you try not to gag as his dick extends into the back of your throat. A part of you wants to protest his words. Uncle Tom always gives you a real creepy feeling. His eyes are always on you, his tongue travelling over wet lips as overlyfat as the rest of him. He always seems to stand so close you end up brushing against him. Britney, on the other hand, lives for three things: tennis, looking sexy, and bullying other girls. The few times you've seen her she's made your life hell.

"Right," Joe says one last time and the car rocks again, followed by the slamming of the door.

"Well, it looks like you went and did it again. I didn't tell you to suck on it like that. I guess you just really love sucking dick, though. Alright, I'll let you suck me off, but we need more room."

"Mmph!" is all you can do to protest as he pushes into your face, forcing you backward. You can feel him lean past you and hear the car door open as you try not to gag on the dick that is now invading your throat.

"You'll need to get out and kneel on the ground to do this, but first..." you feel his fingers on your top's string as he undoes the knot. "You'll want to kneel on something or the gravel will kind of hurt."

He pulls out long enough for you to exit the car, sliding down until you're kneeling on your own top, gasping for breath.

Danny moves toward the edge of the seat, his legs momentarily on either side of you. "Suck my balls and lick my ass. You made me all sweaty down there."

"Eww..."

"Shut up and do it. All girls do it for guys, it's perfectly natural. You don't want anyone saying you're a prude or stuck-up because you don't do it, right?"

"I guess not," you mutter, screwing up your face a bit in distaste.

Grimacing you lean forward as he pulls his legs up, reluctantly sticking out your tongue as your face sinks between his legs. The smell of sweat assaults you, but nothing else, which makes it a little easier to swipe your tongue between his butt-cheeks. Remembering the videos you've watched you try to stiffen your tongue and lean in so it can poke hard against his ass. Gagging at the thought of where your tongue is you nonetheless keep going, even pressing your mouth right up against his puckered asshole like you've seen so many girls do. Surprisingly it just tastes like sweat - well, mostly - and you rub your tongue around the pulsating pucker.

"Balls," he grunts after awhile, and you gladly move away, trailing your tongue up his crack to his hairy nutsacks. Oddly, you find licking his balls more distasteful than licking his rectum. Probably because of all the hair, which you occasionally pick out of your mouth as you slather his balls with your saliva.

"In your mouth."

Opening wide you gingerly take a testicle in your mouth, hoping you don't get any pubic hairs stuck between your teeth. It reminds you of the time you popped an entire pork dumpling in your mouth. Except this time you don't chew and you don't burn your mouth.

"Let's see if you can get both balls in. The best sluts can."

At first his idea seems ludicrous. Your mouth simply isn't big enough to have both balls pop inside at the same time. Then you eventually realize that you can suck them in one at a time and just keep one in each cheek.

"Damn, you look like a hamster with my balls in each cheek. Look up at me, I need to take a picture of this."

"Mmph?!" you stare up at him with wide shocked eyes, your cheeks bulging as he clicks off a few pictures.

"Give me two thumbs up."

"Mmmm...."

"Yeah it's tasty, now two thumbs up. Good girl," he praises, and even pats you on the head after he takes a few more pictures. "Now let's get onto seeing how good of a cocksucker you are. I'm betting you're a natural."

[[Life as a good little girl/Unfortunately, you never get to find out as someone comes along and sees you]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Angry about the pictures you bite his balls]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Nodding, you proceed to let him facefuck you]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Nod submissively. It just seems so natural to give in to a sexual demand

Freds shadow — Fri, 02 Feb 2018 00:14:32 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with 'A year ago you'd have had no clue what he meant or what you should do, but then Tiffany started telling you tales and you'd read all those stories and viewed all those videos on …'

A year ago you'd have had no clue what he meant or what you should do, but then Tiffany started telling you tales and you'd read all those stories and viewed all those videos on your brothers' computers. Some of them were articles of girls telling other girls how to behave toward men, and they all agreed with what Danny, your step-brother, just told you. It feels a bit wrong and a whole lot right.

You raise yourself up off him with a conspicuous squelching sound, biting your lips so you don't moan. The urge to grind yourself atop him is strong, but it's his needs you have to see to now. Slipping between the seats you help him pull his shorts and underwear off and stare at the softened thing that had made you feel so good. It looks wet and slimy and you lean forward, sniffing at it. So that's what a dick smells like. Kind of fishy, but for some reason your mouth waters as you open your mouth and extend your tongue.

"Suck the tip first so it doesn't leak," Danny instructs.

You hesitate, hearing a car door open and the car shifting beneath you, probably Joe getting out. A sound of a groan comes from outside the car.

Losing patience Danny grabs your hair and pulls you down over his penis, making you grimace a little in protest, but you say nothing, fearful of attracting Joe's attention. Besides, it doesn't feel all that un-natural. Your extended tongue touches the warm, wet flesh, and your eyes widen at your first taste of a man's cock.

This isn't so bad, you think as your lick a little around the head. Danny's fingers tighten in your hair, and thinking it a signal you open your mouth and suck in the soft member like the world's thickest piece of spaghetti.

Behind you the car door slams and you hear hear crunching footsteps as Joe walks around the car on the gravel driveway. Unsure of which direction he'll take you press your mouth down, pushing your face into your step-brother's thick pubic hair, the entirety of his dick in your mouth as you try to listen for wherever Joe might be. Breathing deep you suck and lick automatically on your brother until the car rocks again as your mother's door is opened.

"Wha...?" you hear her mumbling.

"We're here, hon," Joe says quietly. "Come on inside."

Your mother mumbles something as you suck urgently, tongue flicking wildly as your nerves race. Will they see you? Realize what you're doing.

"Hey dad," Danny says abruptly, making you jump. What was he doing? Was he trying to get caught?

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe notices what you're doing in the backseat with your step-brother]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe doesn't notice a thing as he helps your mother]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/You arrive at your destination.

Freds shadow — Thu, 01 Feb 2018 02:12:41 GMT

Freds shadow:

"I... I need..." you moan as he abruptly yanks on your nipples, pulling them into tiny cones as he pinches them cruelly.

"We're here," Joe says, and your nipples snap back to your chest abruptly, Danny's hands leaving your body.

Mark leans over to Rob and says, just loud enough for you to hear, "I hope Britney wears a bikini again"

Rob grins and turns to his brother. "And I hope she makes one of her friends give me another blowjob."

"Everyone out. I'm gonna need help," Joe says, and Mark and Robb seem to vanish, leaving you and Danny the only ones to hear as Joe sighs and finishes. "Getting the stuff out."

"Don't worry dad, I'll help. You focus on getting mom inside first."

"Thanks son," Joe slides out slowly.

You start to scramble free of Danny, but his fingers seize your hair, making your mind flash-back to the porn videos you'd been watching so much lately. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" he motions to his lap. "You made me hard so you did what a girl's supposed to do and used your body to get me off. Because of that I'm all dirty. Girls clean up dirty messes that they made."

"B... but Daddy and mom..."

"Won't notice a thing. Your 'daddy' will be helping your 'mummy' from the car. All you need to do is get low in the seat well and clean my dick, balls and ass with your mouth. It's what a good girl does to any guy they do this to."

[[Life as a good little girl/Refuse and bolt from the car]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Compromise and wipe off his dick with your handkerchief top]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Nod submissively. It just seems so natural to give in to a sexual demand]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/You arrive at your destination.

Freds shadow — Wed, 31 Jan 2018 03:33:16 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with '"I... I need..." you moan as he abruptly yanks on your nipples, pulling them into tiny cones as he pinches them cruelly. "We're here," Joe says, and your nipples snap back to yo…'

"I... I need..." you moan as he abruptly yanks on your nipples, pulling them into tiny cones as he pinches them cruelly.

"We're here," Joe says, and your nipples snap back to your chest abruptly, Danny's hands leaving your body.

Mark leans over to Rob and says, just loud enough for you to hear, "I hope Britney wears a bikini again"

Rob grins and turns to his brother. "And I hope she makes one of her friends give me another blowjob."

"Everyone out. I'm gonna need help," Joe says, and Mark and Robb seem to vanish, leaving you and Danny the only ones to hear as Joe sighs and finishes. "Getting the stuff out."

"Don't worry dad, I'll help. You focus on getting mom inside first."

"Thanks son," Joe slides out slowly.

You start to scramble free of Danny, but his fingers seize your hair, making your mind flash-back to the porn videos you'd been watching so much lately. "Sluts finish off guys they make horny. With their mouth, their cunt, or their asshole. And then they clean the cock that fucked them with their mouth. You're good slut, aren't you, Stephi?"

"B... but Joe..."

"You're a slut Stephi. Do what you're supposed to."

[[Life as a good little girl/Refuse and bolt from the car]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Compromise and wipe off his dick with your handkerchief top]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Nod submissively. It just seems so natural to give in to a sexual demand]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/The next morning dawns, bringing with it school

Freds shadow — Thu, 25 Jan 2018 04:03:06 GMT

Freds shadow:

The slamming of a door wakes you, bringing you out of a deep sleep filled with the kinds of scenes you usually see on your brothers computers. Another dream was of Tiffany, with her grinding her slimy cunt all over your face in front of your classmates and then using a strap on thicker than your arm to fuck your asshole as hard as possible.

"Yes!" you exclaim, bolting upright, then wondering what you're yelling for. Squinting in the early morning light you look around in confusion, slowly recalling that this is your room now and that...

"It's a school day!" you yell, as if the house needs to know. No one responds, letting you know that while you slept like a log - as usual - the entire family had left, leaving you with no family member to give you a ride to school.

Then you remember the clothes fiasco. "Oh no," you groan. "I don't have anything to wear. And I don't have a phone!"

As soon as the words leave your lips you realize you're wrong. Sitting on the desk, propped up agains the wall, is a small phone. It isn't yours, but it has a note.

'loaner for you. voice pw = 'i want a cock in my ass' --Rob

"Wh-what?" you stare at the note, then press the on button. The screen comes to life.

"Please speak new password," the phone requests mechanically.

Gulping, you remember the note and stare at the wall instead of the phone, noticing how the phone is propping up a picture of a naked woman, letting another picture peek out from underneath it. Pulling the picture up you see a small, flat-chested girl remarkably similar to you taking three cocks, another two in her hands.

"I want a cock in my ass," you blurt.

"Repeat password."

You flip up another picture, seeing a girl being yanked by her hair backwards onto an impossibly big club of a dick.

"I want a cock in my ass," you say again with a huskier voice.

"Password set."

"Huh?" Wait, does that mean you could have picked anything for the password?

Oh fuck. Staring at the wallpaper of the phone you see a clear picture of yourself from last night when Rob was fucking your ass. Your eyes seem to be pleading for more dick even though the cock is balls-deep inside you.

The phone lets out a throaty moan, making you jump, and shows an incoming text with Tiffany's name on it. You pick up the phone and reach forward to open the message, only for the screen to go black. Clicking the power button turns the screen back on but it just shows the wallpaper and nothing else. Clueing in you blush and say "I want a cock in my ass". The screen changes, showing the text.

'Where u at? Bus almost here'

Bus? Oh shit, you forgot about school! But what are you going to wear? Daddy threw all the good clothes away!

[[Life as a good little girl/Fortunately Tiffany's naughty schoolgirl outfit seems to have been put in the box you have]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You text Tiffany, begging her for clothes]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Maybe you can call on your neighbor. She might have clothes. At the least she won't be freaked out if you run over naked]]

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Life as a good little girl/The next morning dawns, bringing with it school

Freds shadow — Thu, 25 Jan 2018 04:02:50 GMT

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The slamming of a door wakes you, bringing you out of a deep sleep filled with the kinds of scenes you usually see on your brothers computers. Another dream was of Tiffany, with her grinding her slimy cunt all over your face in front of your classmates and then using a strap on thicker than your arm to fuck your asshole as hard as possible.

"Yes!" you exclaim, bolting upright, then wondering what you're yelling for. Squinting in the early morning light you look around in confusion, slowly recalling that this is your room now and that...

"It's a school day!" you yell, as if the house needs to know. No one responds, letting you know that while you slept like a log - as usual - the entire family had left, leaving you with no family member to give you a ride to school.

Then you remember the clothes fiasco. "Oh no," you groan. "I don't have anything to wear. And I don't have a phone!"

As soon as the words leave your lips you realize you're wrong. Sitting on the desk, propped up agains the wall, is a small phone. It isn't yours, but it has a note.

'loaner for you. voice pw = 'i want a cock in my ass' --Rob

"Wh-what?" you stare at the note, then press the on button. The screen comes to life.

"Please speak new password," the phone requests mechanically.

Gulping, you remember the note and stare at the wall instead of the phone, noticing how the phone is propping up a picture of a naked woman, letting another picture peek out from underneath it. Pulling the picture up you see a small, flat-chested girl remarkably similar to you taking three cocks, another two in her hands.

"I want a cock in my ass," you blurt.

"Repeat password."

You flip up another picture, seeing a girl being yanked by her hair backwards onto an impossibly big club of a dick.

"I want a cock in my ass," you say again with a huskier voice.

"Password set."

"Huh?" Wait, does that mean you could have picked anything for the password?

Oh fuck. Staring at the wallpaper of the phone you see a clear picture of yourself from last night when Rob was fucking your ass. Your eyes seem to be pleading for more dick even though the cock is balls-deep inside you.

The phone lets out a throaty moan, making you jump, and shows an incoming text with Tiffany's name on it. You pick up the phone and reach forward to open the message, only for the screen to go black. Clicking the power button turns the screen back on but it just shows the wallpaper and nothing else. Clueing in you blush and say "I want a cock in my ass". The screen changes, showing the text.

'Where u at? Bus almost here'

Bus? Oh shit, you forgot about school! But what are you going to wear? Daddy threw all the good clothes away!

{[Life as a good little girl/Fortunately Tiffany's naughty schoolgirl outfit seems to have been put in the box you have]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You text Tiffany, begging her for clothes]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Maybe you can call on your neighbor. She might have clothes. At the least she won't be freaked out if you run over naked]]

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Life as a good little girl/Fortunately the patio door in your room is broken and you can get back inside

Freds shadow — Thu, 25 Jan 2018 03:31:06 GMT

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For a moment you debate knocking on your brother's window or looking in, but the thought of those boys seeing you, catching you, fucking you the way your brother did is so hot that.... No no, not hot, terrible! Nonetheless your hand creeps toward the window as if to knock. At the last moment you pull back and turn away toward your neighbor's window, only to find that she too is no longer there. Sighing you scramble off the hot rough shingles of the doghouse, wondering if you could ever look like her. Judging by your mother you'll be short and petite, slim like a ballerina and just as titless. But you'll still have a nice bubble-butt, albeit on the small side.

"Maybe I can get... what do they call them? Bolt-ons? Then I'd have big tits and a great looking ass all the guys will fuck. I mean, would want to fuck," you blush a bit, but your recent sex has you all worked up and the thought of giant dicks slamming mercilessly into your young hole makes you totter toward the back of the house like a drunk in the fading evening sun. For a long while you just stand there, staring at the empty back yard and the big apartments behind your house, then you realize you're staring at the room to your new bedroom.

"Please be open," you pray aloud, reaching for the sliding glass doors. For a moment you notice just how visible everything is in the well lit room, but the thought vanishes as the door slides open, replaced by relief and triumph. It barely registers that the door doesn't have a lock on it as you close it, but instead of dwelling on it you crawl onto your bed, feeling suddenly exhausted by the day's adventures. You stare up at the ceiling for a moment, blinking at the site of apartments and blue sky on the steeply sloped roof of your room. Then you realize it's a giant skylight, framed by spotlights that point down at your bed.

Groaning, you roll over to get away from the glare of the lights and fall asleep before you've even fully turned.

[[Life as a good little girl/Warm night air blows upon you, waking you to the feel of hands on your naked body]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Rob's friends find you as you sleep]]

[[Life as a good little girl/The next morning dawns, bringing with it school]]

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Life as a good little girl/You're pretty sure they're not looking at you

Freds shadow — Thu, 25 Jan 2018 03:14:29 GMT

Freds shadow:

"Would you look at those tits?" one of the boys remarks, puzzling you.

How can they see your breasts when they're squished against the rough shingles of the dog-house? Then it occurs to you. They're not looking at you!

A strange indignation fills you, and you turn your head as if to glare up at them. Before you can figure out what you're doing your eyes fall upon the large living room window of the house next door. Through the crystal clear glass you see a goddess of a woman gyrating against a floor-to-ceiling pole. Naked.

"Awesome. You've gotta take more pictures," a boy says, and you find yourself nodding. The woman is absolutely stunning, with the pouty lips you - er, your brothers - love to see wrapped around giant dicks. God you wish you had lips like those. Unlike the ugly fish lips you sometimes see in some of your - er, your brothers' - porn.

Your eyes naturally fasten on her breasts, feasting on the two large globes that sit high atop her chest. You don't see many big-tittied girls in your - er, your brothers' - porn stashes, but when you do you they have fingers digging into them, slapping them, or dicks thrusting up between them as they're roughly fucked prior to having a big load of cum splattered across their faces and boobs. You always find yourself wishing it was you in that picture with the big tits instead of your flat chest.

From her breasts you marvel at her narrow waist. It's what you've heard called a wasp-waist, and you wish you had that, but then you haven't developed much at all. You wonder if you should maybe go over there and ask her what her secret is... You nearly push yourself up before your remember the boys behind you, and settle yourself back down upon the doghouse to admire - observe - her.

Her legs are long and lean, twining around the pole, showing hints of definition without being overly muscular. On her feet she wears tall heels with a platform and you marvel that she can move so nimbly without falling over. Maybe if you asked... You shake your head, and let your eyes find her ass and pubic area. You can't quite make out her pussy lips from here, but you can tell she's either as bald as you down there or well-trimmed.

Her ass is beautiful to behold, both round and firm, flaring out from her waist without being fat. Your own ass isn't anywhere near as big as hers, and you're not really sure if you have a good one or not, but you hope you will in the future. In your porn - your brothers' porn, dammit! - the girls always have small, tight derrieres - although maybe their assholes aren't terribly tight what with the thick cocks pummelling them relentlessly. You remember one picture where two enormous dicks were in the poor girl's asshole, and couldn't help but admire her ass and think how much you'd love for that to be you. You'd love to have your ass look just like the one in the picture.

Looking in the mirror nowadays you get the impression that you have a pretty good butt. Back north you got some compliments on it. A lot of the neighborhood men - and some of your mother's boyfriends - had told you what a pretty girl you were and what a wonderful butt you had. The boys at school had liked to smack it, and you'd tell them off as you tried to fend off their hands. When you told your mom - being very vague about it - she said boys sometimes mistreated girls to show her they liked them. Like pulling their hair or smacking them a bit. It was such a revelation that the next time a boy spanked your butt you actually thanked him. You're still not sure who was more surprised, but the boys began to be a lot more liberal with smacking you on the butt once you stopped complaining about it. Then you moved. Since then you've seen all sorts of evidence that what she said was true. In all the porn videos you have - your brothers have! - the girls are always getting smacked and their hair pulled.

Snapping out of your reverie and your unabashed ogling of your neighbor you realize that the sounds from the window have disappeared. Apparently the boys really didn't see you there. Reluctantly you take your eyes off your pirouetting neighbor and realize that Mark's window is shut and locked.

[[Life as a good little girl/Fortunately the patio door in your room is broken and you can get back inside]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Hopping off the doghouse you find your stepbrother's unfriendly dog is in residence]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You're naked, your neighbor's naked, and you remember hearing once she had a spare key. You should go see her]]

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Life as a good little girl/Tomorrow's a school day. Sleep on it and figure it out then

Freds shadow — Wed, 13 Apr 2016 01:44:40 GMT

Freds shadow:

Giving in to fate you decide to just stop trying and figure it out tomorrow. It's a little early for bed, but after everything that's happened you flop onto the bed. As usual you lie on top of the covers, spread-eagled to cool off.

That night you have some weird dreams. One moment you're naked in the mall, the next you're being fucked by three cocks. Then you're sucking your brother. And finally you're being fucked in your pussy, followed by your ass. Typical dream stuff for you nowadays, although the cumshots felt like they were actually going just inside your holes and mouth.

You wake in the same position you fell asleep in, spread eagle, feeling overly hot, with a sense of stickiness and a bit of soreness between your legs. After fumbling around manage to silence your alarm clock. Looking around blearily you walk right up to the big plate glass door and stare at it and the yard beyond in confusion. Then you remember the room change. And everything else.

Groaning you hold onto the door for support, your mind creaking into motion. Normally you sleep like the dead and spend the morning waking up. Today's no different, though you keep getting confused by things. Like why is there a bunch of pictures of naked girls alongside porn pics where your dresser should be? Where are all your clothes? What happened to your underwear?

"Stephi, you're gonna be late if you don't leave now!" Joe hollers, and you realize you must be the only one left in the house besides him.

If you left with him you'd only have time to brush your hair and teeth. Plus, you'd be early to school, instead of late like usual.

On the other hand, you'd have to explain your outfit to him. And you've never been eager to get to school before. Take the bus and you'd have a little more time to do... stuff.

[[Life as a good little girl/Try to persuade Joe to give you a ride]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You don't want to explain your outfit situation to him; you'd better just rush to the bus stop]]

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Life as a good little girl/Tomorrow's a school day. Sleep on it and figure it out then

Freds shadow — Mon, 11 Apr 2016 10:57:04 GMT

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Giving in to fate you decide to just stop trying and figure it out tomorrow. It's a little early for bed, but after everything that's happened you flop onto the bed. As usual you lie on top of the covers, spread-eagled to cool off.

That night you have some weird dreams. One moment you're naked in the mall, the next you're being fucked by three cocks. Then you're sucking your brother. And finally you're being fucked up your pussy, followed by your ass.

You wake in the same position you fell asleep in, spread eagle, and after fumbling around manage to silence your alarm clock. Looking around blearily you walk right up to the big plate glass door and stare at it and the yard beyond in confusion. Then you remember the room change. And everything else.

Groaning you hold onto the door for support, your mind creaking into motion. Normally you sleep like the dead and spend the morning waking up. Today's no different, though you keep getting confused by things. Like why is there a bunch of pictures of naked girls alongside porn pics where your dresser should be? Where are all your clothes? What happened to your underwear?

"Stephi, you're gonna be late if you don't leave now!" Joe hollers, and you realize you must be the only one left in the house besides him. Wishing you had time for a shower - it feels so hot you feel sticky between your legs - you know that all you have time for is a quick brush of both teeth and hair if you want to make the bus.

[[Life as a good little girl/Try to persuade Joe to give you a ride]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You don't want to explain your outfit situation to him; you'd better just rush to the bus stop]]

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Life as a good little girl/The box swap goes wrong

Freds shadow — Mon, 11 Apr 2016 10:39:32 GMT

Freds shadow:

Into the bathroom you flee, closing the door and locking it. Ever since Joe 'fixed' it the lock has been unreliable at best. This time you don't both to test it, opting instead to splash your face with soap and water, glancing up at your reflection now and then to asses how much of your step-brother's cum is still on your face.

Just as you finish you hear an impatient horn from outside the house.

"Stephi!" Danny calls out. "Dad's here, and he looks real impatient."

"Thanks!" you call back, and look around for a towel. Remembering that it was last seen in your room you stick your head out into the hallway to see if the coast is clear.

Joe honks again, even more impatient.

"Darn it," you mutter. Closing your eyes for a moment you try to screw up your courage. "It's nothing, Stephi. Being naked no biggie. You were practically naked all day in front of strangers."

Opening the door fully you dart out, pass a gaping Rob, and throw open the front door. Operating on a principal similar to 'if I can't see them they can't see me' you keep your head down and run along the front walk until you're at the front corner of the garage.

The horn honks again.

"I'm right here!" you practically scream, and the honking cuts off.

"Quite a set of lungs on that girl," a voice drawls, and you freeze in place, a couple of steps away from the van.

"Stephi!" Joe exclaims. "You're naked!"

"She sure is," old Mr. Addington says, evidently with approval.

"Hey, you're... Stephi, you should have grabbed something to wear."

"Maybe she likes being naked. You a nudist, girl?"

"I... I am... I am..." you stumble, the words 'not' 'sorry' and 'trying to get my clothes back' crashing together in your head. As a result none of them get out.

Addington nods approvingly. "Good for you, girl. It's the natural state of humans to be starked naked in the great outdoors. I'm a nudist myself," the wrinkly old man says proudly.

You're too mortified to grimace and finally unfreeze. For a moment you're stuck between going forward and running back, but the desire for clothes sends you to the back of the van, where you open the doors quickly.

"I know of a good nudie beach near here if you ever want me to take you."

"Bill!" Joe exclaims. "You can't just say that to a girl."

"What? It's a perfectly respectable place. It's not like I was inviting her to an orgy or nuthin'."

"It's just..." Joe's voice trails off. Talking to Bill Addington was often like that, leaving one confused and rattled. You try to ignore them as they talk about the appropriateness of children being naked in public, but your ears are beet red and a rushing fills your ears as your look around for the box.

Spotting a box with familiar writing on it you snatch it from the box. In your panicked state it practically flies up into your arms and your step back, slamming both doors before sprinting to the front door, clutching the box to your chest.

"That girl needs a tan," Addington says, nearly making you trip over the steps.

A moment later you're safe inside. A moment later a wolf-whistle reminds you that safety is relative, and you sprint again, this time to your room.

Oh how you wish you had a door, you think, diving down onto the floor on the side of the bed farthest from the door. Panting from the effort, but smiling ear to ear at having clothes again, you wrestle with the tape on the top of the box, finally ripping it open and yanking the flaps apart.

The smile freezes.

"What... where...? How...?"

Frantically you turn the box upside down and confirm your worst fears. Someone forgot to tape the bottom of the box shut. When you picked it up everything in the box stayed in the van. Except... you shake the box and a few scraps of cloth fall out.

Tiffany's outfit, a few heavily cropped shirts that Tiff helped make,a pair of old jeans cropped to the point that they look more like a g-string, an old pleated skirt that fit you years ago, and a few other old clothes that wouldn't make a modest ensemble.

"Noooo....." you moan, falling backwards until your head is on the floor.

It looks like Tiffany will be getting her wish that you get a brand new wardrobe.

[[Life as a good little girl/You'll just have to go naked at home and wash the outfits after wearing them]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Tomorrow's a school day. Sleep on it and figure it out then]]

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Life as a good little girl/"I'd love for you to give me a ride"

Freds shadow — Tue, 15 Mar 2016 00:43:53 GMT

Freds shadow:

"I'd love for you to give me a ride!" you exclaim, pleased at the idea of getting your naked body out of sight. You'd just started to have mis-givings about your adventure. Thank goodness it was a girl and not a guy, or you'd be in big trouble getting into a stranger's car.

"Well hop on in," she says, rolling up the window.

You happily rush over to the car and tug on the door handle. When it doesn't budge you try again, but it still doesn't open.

"It's locked," you say, but the girl doesn't seem to hear. You knock on the window and give the door another try. No sooner does your hand leave the handle than you hear the sound of the lock disengaging. Reaching out again you grab the handle and pull, just as you hear another set of clicks. You try several more times with the same result.

"So sorry about that," the girl says without looking your way. "The lock's a bit finicky. You'd better climb in through my window."

"Oh, um, well, okay," you say as you round the car quickly and slide through the window. By the time you arrive she's leaned her seat back so you still can't see her face.

"So, um... like I said, I'd love for you to give me a ride," you say again, as much to break the silence as to remind her. You wish she'd look your way. Her long dark hair cascades down the side of her face, making it so you can't see much of her.

"I'd love to give you a ride. Hmm... Now where to...?" she says as if she's thinking of destinations.

[[Life as a good little girl/Chickening out you ask her to take you home]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You ask her to take you to Tiffany's, but she gets lost along the way]]

[[Life as a good little girl/The woman's idea of giving you a ride turns out to be wildly different than your own]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/"I'd love for you to give me a ride"

Freds shadow — Mon, 14 Mar 2016 23:59:53 GMT

Freds shadow:

"I'd love for you to give me a ride!" you exclaim, pleased at the idea of getting your naked body out of sight. You'd just started to have mis-givings about your adventure. Thank goodness it was a girl and not a guy, or you'd be in big trouble getting into a stranger's car.

"Well hop on in," she says, rolling up the window.

You happily rush over to the car and tug on the door handle. When it doesn't budge you try again, but it still doesn't open.

"It's locked," you say, but the girl doesn't seem to hear. You knock on the window and give the door another try. No sooner does your hand leave the handle than you hear the sound of the lock disengaging. Reaching out again you grab the handle and pull, just as you hear another set of clicks. You try several more times with the same result.

"So sorry about that," the girl says without looking your way. "The lock's a bit finicky. You'd better climb in through the window."

"Oh, um, well, that's okay," you say as you slide through the window. With the ceiling light off you can't even see the face of the girl in the driver's seat.

"So, um... like I said, I'd love for you to give me a ride," you say again, as much to break the silence as to remind her. You wish she'd look your way. Her long dark hair cascades down the side of her face, making it so you can't see much of her.

"I'd love to give you a ride. Hmm... Now where to...?" she says as if she's thinking of destinations.

[[Life as a good little girl/Chickening out you ask her to take you home]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You ask her to take you to Tiffany's, but she gets lost along the way]]

[[Life as a good little girl/The woman's idea of giving you a ride turns out to be wildly different than your own]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/With his eyes shut Rob spews his cum straight at the shower

Freds shadow — Fri, 26 Feb 2016 03:41:23 GMT

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When Rob turns you freeze, fingers buried in your pussy, the other hand pulling hard on your tiny tit. Thank God his eyes are closed, because there's no way he'd fail to miss you looking out at him otherwise. You know you should close the bathroom curtain the rest of the way. Right now it's open a good foot on your end, leaving your naked body wide open to his gaze if he were to open your eyes.

The little devil in you makes you shift to the right so that your full body is in view. Your legs spread of their own accord and a couple of fingers slip inside you, moving with extra vigor, slamming up inside your inexplicably wet gash while the others tug and twist on your hard, sore nipple.

"Oh yeah, do that! Harder!" Rob grunts, almost as if he can see you. But with his eyes closed you know it's just a co-incidence. Still, you obey him, and bite your lips against cries of pleasure and cries of pain.

"F-fucking..." Rob staggers forward a step, "C-cum dump..." another step. "Whore!"

Rob is standing right at the edge of the shower, leaning against the corner while his hand whips up and down his big thick dick. In his other hand is his phone, stretched out toward you, its display no doubt showing him disgusting pictures of teenage girl being brutally fucked by rough burly men. A little gasp escapes you and you try to impale your pussy even harder than before.

"Dirty... tease!" he grunts, barely comprehensible as his back arches. In unison with his final exclaimation white liquid spurts out of his dick toward you. Your legs seem to go weak at the sight, sending you down to your butt, lining your face up perfectly with his first shot. Warmth hits your eyebrow, and blobs coat your lashes. The second shot hits your nose and lips. The third hits your chest. The next pulses forth weakly, yet for some reason you find your arm reaching out, as if to catch the last drops. Sure enough you feel the warm liquid searing your forearm, followed by drips on your hands and fingers as he makes one last feeble shot before stepping back to lean against the counter.

"God, you are such a filthy little pro," Rob gasps out to his fantasy girl, head tilted back as his chest heaves. "Gonna send this video to all my friends."

Ew, you think, but just a little. You're too busy staring at the cum on your arm to think about guys trading their dirty porn. It isn't until you hear the door open that you realize he could have easily opened his eyes and seen you. The thought makes the hand he coated go to your eager little pussy, and you rub up and down its length, savoring the feelings.

No wonder Tiff was a slut. If it felt half as good to get fucked as it did to masturbate to things like this then you'd sleep with the entire school. The thought brings a flush of shame to your face and a you stuff the goo coated fingers into your snatch. Your other hand scrapes the line of cum from your forearm.

Bringing the white fluid to your mouth you suck the finger in like it's coated in sugar, licking it until it's clean.

As you pull the digit as deep into your mouth as you possibly can the door opens, nearly slamming against the wall as your oldest brother enters, making a bee-line for the toilet. Frozen, you stare at the tall, broad back of your oldest step-sibling.

Like Rob before him he stands before the toilet, the loud sound of urine striking water (for the most part, when it doesn't strike the seat). The small rational part of your mind tells you to close the glass partition, but neither pussy nor mouth want to stop sucking at the digits within them, and neither hand wants to move. You tell your feet to move, but instead of nudging the door closed they merely spread further, giving you easier access to your hot little pussy.

"God I needed that," Danny mutters, turning away from the toilet. "Damn, someone left the water running. Better turn that off."

You freeze in place, as if that might make you invisible. Fortunately he goes to the other end of the shower, opens the partition a couple of inches, and reaches a thick burly arm in to turn off the cascading water.

"There. Now let me take a look at this hot little fuck-bunny," he says. The clear glass of the shower partition is still foggy from the hot water, but you can see his hulking shape. His arm extends and you see a phone remarkably like Rob's encased in his large hand. The familiar sound of male masturbation makes its way to your ears.

The camera lens looks like it is staring lecherously straight down at you. Although you know Danny is just watching a video or picture of some cheap little whore with no decency whatsoever you pretend that he's actually watching you. Masturbating to the site of you.

Protected by the steamed-up partitions of the window you resume plunging fingers in and out of your pussy and mouth.

"Yeah, slut, do that. You want men pile-driving you every day, sticking their giant pricks up your filthy little snatch. Have them bend you over and slam themselves deep up your little asshole.

Reminded of that neglected hole you slip your butt forward, moving your fingers from pussy to ass. Coated in cunt slime you manage to force one finger a little bit into the tight orifice.

"Harder, whore, fuck it harder. Beg for it."

Biting your lip you force the finger past the reluctant entrance, thankful that you'd move the finger from mouth to breast as your teeth dig into your lips.

"You're such a cock-pleaser, aren't you? You'd do anything for a man, let anyone grope you anywhere. Bend you over in public and fuck you while everyone else watches."

Flushing at the thought you pump a finger deep into your ass, moving the other hand from breast to pussy. As Danny continues spewing foul words to the whore on the phone's screen you fuck yourself hard, trying to force as many digits as you can into each hole. Everytime he says something degrading and nasty to the screen you nod vigorously and feel yourself getting hotter and wetter.

Abruptly Danny staggers forward, bumping into the partition, his forehead resting against the wall next to the shower opening, his absolutely massive dick entering the stall, his big calloused hands jerking hard as he spewed line after line of hot, white liquid. It lands in your hair, on your face, in your gaping mouth. It splatters on the finger of the hand fucking your hungry cunt. You reluctantly jerk your fingers free of your asshole, not wanting the next, weaker shot of fluid to go to waste on the shower's tiles. Instead you catch it in your shaking hand and nearly reach out to grasp the twitching dick. You stop yourself just in time, but not before the last dribble comes out and falls upon the tips of your fingers.

Danny gasps and pants, leaning his head on the wall, and you withdraw your hand, staring at the pearly liquid upon it, wanting to keep pushing toward an orgasm of your own, yet somehow unable to make yourself reach that plateau. You've never been able to make yourself feel better than you feel now, even though lately you've been trying many times every day. With Danny right around the corner you withdraw your hand and freeze, praying that he won't notice.

It seems that your prayers are answered as he walks past, washing his hands quickly in the sink, muttering something about no towel before he opens the door and heads out.

For a moment you stay still, relieved at not being noticed and frustrated at your inability to make yourself cum.

[[Life as a good little girl/Realizing Danny left the phone behind you put on a show for it, imagining yourself as a dirty pornstar]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Turn the shower back on and clean up. Don't bother to close the bathroom or shower door]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Remembering you needed to call your step-daddy rush back to your step-brother]]

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Life as a good little girl/It's Tiffany!

Freds shadow — Wed, 24 Feb 2016 02:48:29 GMT

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"Tiffany!" you squeal, and fling your arms around her. If you were more awake, or less relieved that she wasn't someone else, you probably wouldn't have had the courage.

"Whoa! I'm not a dyke, you know," she pushes you away.

"I... I didn't mean... Um..." you stare down at the ground anxiously.

"Relax. Nice to see you too. All of you. What's this about you having no clothes?" she asks with avid interest.

"Oh. Um. Yesterday I switched rooms with Mark and Joe - Daddy..."

"Aw, it's so adorable that you call him daddy like a little girl."

Hiding a wince behind a nod and a smile you continue, "He wanted to get rid of my old stuff. Well I was such a total ditz, like usual," you say, hoping Tiff will object. Instead she just nods.

"Well duh," she grins, rolling her eyes.

Pasting on another vapid smile you try to hide the hurt. At some point you thought that cool girls would refer to themselves that way, and ever since then Tiff embraced it with a passion, often referring to you as a bimbo, ditz, or airhead whenever you did or said anything that was the littlest bit silly or dumb. It was embarrassing, but you couldn't figure out how to stop it. Kind of like the whole slut thing.

Suppressing a sigh you continue. "Anyway, I stupidly pointed to the wrong box, and it turns out that was all my old stuff."

"All that disgusting junk you brought with you from up north?" you nod. "All the ugly cropped clothes I was telling you to get rid of?" You nod again.

"But now..."

"That's fantastic!" Tiffany exclaims, jumping up and heading toward the bedrooms.

For a moment you freeze, stunned by her reaction, then trot after her. "Fantastic? But now I have no clothes!"

Tiffany waves a hand. "That's a small thing. We're building you up from scratch."

"But..."

"At least you have one good outfit. The one we picked out yesterday."

We? You wince a little as you say, "Um, that one was in the box he threw out."

"What?" Tiffany whirls to face you. "Stephi! You stupid slut, how could you lose that after all the hard work I put in to getting it for you?"

"I... Um... It was an accident."

Huffing a little, and looking annoyed, she turns away, marching down the hall to your room.

"Honestly. If you can't be trusted with good clothes you shouldn't have any at all."

"Wh-what? B-but... School..."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll bring over something for you to wear. In fact..." she stopped inside your room and looked around. "That's a perfect idea! I'll get you one outfit each day, and you'll wear it to school. When the boys see you all dressed up they'll be begging to pay you for sex. Each day you'll earn enough to get an outfit the next day. Of course, you'll still owe me for the first outfit..."

"I don't know about that. I mean, I try not to whore or fuck too close to home," you mutter, saying the only thing you can think of.

"Oh nonsense. After yesterday Morgan's probably spread those pictures he took all over town. Besides, you promised five guys that you'd fuck them like the sex-starved nympho that you are."

"What? How did you...?"

"They called me. Said you wanted them so bad you gave them all your money and phone. It seemed kind of stupid to me, but I just shrugged and said, 'That's Stephi.'"

"Th-they called? So soon? Called you?"

"That's what I said," Tiffany says with a sigh. Don't worry, I handled everything."

"Phew. I was afraid I was going to have to..."

"I told them you loved rough gang bangs and you'd happily do them and their friends until they felt you'd earned your money and phone back. It'll probably take about eight sessions, but with Morgan filming them you'll make money from him too."

"Wh-what?" you stare at her. Is she joking?

"Hey, were you planning on wearing this tiny little thing?" she points at your hankie and skirt outfit, which lies on top of your dresser.

"Oh. Um. Yeah. I figure I have three outfits, and this is probably the best."

"I like it," Tiff grins, and swipes it off the dresser, then looks around again and crosses the room to your desk.

"Damn, you really are bi, aren't you?"

"What? Buy?" you ask, trailing her, pausing in the warmth of the sunlight cascading through the large patio door that is now your room's window.

"Naked girls, nearly naked guys," she says, looking at the pictures your brother had left glued to the wall. Reaching out she flips some of them up, an act that never occurred to you. "Damn, and this is porno on this wall. Shit, you are some hardcore whore, aren't you?"

"Oh. Uh. Hah. Yeah," you lie with a vacant smile. You'd rather have her admire you for the horrible posters than admit that your brother left them glued to the walls. "I picked some of the scenes I wish I were doing.. The guys are ones I wish were pounding me. And the babes? Well damn, I'd like to either stick my face between their legs or give them a massive strap-on and the hole of their choice."

Tiffany pauses, staring at you like she's flabbergasted. "O-kay. I, um, prefer guys. I mean, a girl going down on me I guess I can get behind, under the right circumstances, but lezzy stuff?" she shivers.

"I... I thought... What about that sleep-over?" you ask, confused. You thought Tiff was okay with everything. Had you crossed some line without knowing it?

"What sleep-over?" she looks confused.

"You know, the one where you practically forced a girl to go down on you and then spread it all over the school?"

Tiff looks like she's thinking hard for a moment, her face looking almost uncertain. Then she smiles, a little blankly, and nods. "Right. Damn bitch had it coming."

"I loved that story. It was so hot," you admit with a blush.

Tiffany blinks at you. "Seriously?" you nod bashfully, and she looks for a moment at the hardcore pictures. "Damn, I should have seen it. You like being dominated, practically forced. The girl in all of these is being submissive."

"Huh?"

"Well, skank, let's go back to the living room."

"Oh. Sure. Shouldn't I put on those clothes first?"

"No," is all she says, leaving you to follow after a stunned second.

"No?"

"Nope. We don't want you to wear clothes until you absolutely need to. After all, it seems you can't be trusted with them," she tells you while striding away, apparently expecting you to follow. Obediently, you do.

"What? B-but, it wasn't my fault!" you whine as you trot along behind her.

"Sit on the back of the couch, Stephi," Tiffany tells you as she pulls the living room drapes wide open. The morning sun immediately brightens the room as it shines directly inside.

"F-facing the window? B-but, people will see!"

"Oh don't be such a pussy. You'd probably have an orgasm if they did. Anyway, I just want lots of light so I can do your nails properly."

"Nails?" you brighten. "You're going to do my nails?" The thought of Tiffany - your best friend, your only friend, the object of your massive crush - doing your nails is enough to make you hop up on the back of the couch like you don't care at all that you're naked and in full sight of anyone walking by. Besides, you tell yourself. It's Sunday morning, so there probably won't be much traffic.

"Alright, I've got the colors all picked out. I'll walk you through it as I do them."

Having never dared to paint your own nails - and never been told how to anyway - you hang on Tiffany's every word as she guides you through it. It takes awhile, particularly because she seems to think she has to talk slow and repeat things for you to understand them, but eventually you have beautiful pink nails on both your tiny little toes and your dainty hands.

"They look beautiful!" you sigh, holding up your fingers after she lets them go.

"I know, right? Now for the next step."

"Next step? You're not done? Don't they just have to dry?"

"I'm doing things a little different today. Hey, why don't you tell me about some of your sex adventures while I do the second stage?" she asks, fiddling with her phone a moment before putting it beside you on the couch, face-down. "And make sure you speak loudly since I'll be concentrating."

"Oh. Um. Well..." you strain your mind, trying to remember a story you haven't told her. Normally you research one story, then tell it to her. You're pretty sure you've told her all the porn scenes you've scene. Except... you gulp.

"Um, well... there was this one time that I was cutting through this filthy alley. I was in my schoolgirl outfit..."

"I thought you didn't have uniforms at your old school," Tiffany remarks, pulling out what looks like glitter nail polish.

"Oh, um... we didn't, but I had an outfit. I liked to wear it. To, um, tease the guys. It had a tiny little skirt and a top that showed my belly button. My nipples would show through the white fabric, and the teachers and boys would go crazy. But, um... Anyway, I was heading through this alley with garbage all over because it was a shortcut, but it was kind of dark and before I knew it I was surrounded by these homeless guys."

"Oh gross... You fucked homeless guys? Damn, I knew you were a skank, but... Hmm... It is kind of delicious thinking about you with a bunch of smelly old guys. I bet they fucked you all night and you got turned on by how filthy they were, right Stephi?"

"Um, right. All night. They were so horny..." you laugh, covering your anxiety. You'd never told this story because you were sure Tiffany would think it was disgusting. It's a little insulting that she so readily accepts that you'd be eager to do a bunch of stinky old bums, but...

Tiffany starts working on your toes as you try to remember the details. It was a text story rather than a video, and you have to strain to remember the details while also not mentioning everything that happened in the story. Tiffany probably would be suspicious if you mentioned the dog, or the fisting, or being taken back to their homeless city where you were forced to do the homeless king. Or rather, the character was.

"It's a good thing I'm done with your toes. I was having a hard time working on them with the way your legs kept spreading," Tiff remarks, bringing you back to the present. "I'm gonna do your fingers now. Keep talking."

"Ah. Right. Well, um..." marshaling your thoughts you go on to recount more of the story, trying to add as many details as you can without straying into the unbelievable. The problem is that with your lack of experience it's almost impossible for you to tell what's realistic and what isn't. You end up relying on the porn videos to figure out what to say. You really need to get laid, you decide. So you can tell the stories more accurately, of course.

At long last both your story and Tiffany's efforts are done.

"There. Now stick out your arms," she orders.

"What? Why? I want to look at my nails," you complain, but obey.

"Because I don't want you to ruin the nails. I mean, I did put in every effort to make them all but indestructible. I used the good stuff, so they could conceivably last weeks if you were real careful, but since we just finished I don't want anything touching them for awhile. Anyway, I'm going to put on your tiny little skirt and top."

"Oh. Right, I'm so dumb," you grin.

"You're going to need to close your legs and hop of the couch so I can do this, Stephi," she tells you, making you blush as you oblige.

"Forgot," you mumble.

"No worries. Step up to the window so I can have some room and light."

Window? You stare at the window as you step forward. All this time you'd been so focussed on your story - and how close Tiffany was to your moist sex - that you'd barely paid any attention to the fact that you were right next to a large window, through which anyone passing by could have seen you. Had they? Did anyone stop and stare at the naked girl spreading her legs in front of them?

Your thoughts are so turbulent you hardly notice Tiffany wrapping the hankie around your top, or her pained efforts to tie it behind your back. Or her straining to making the skirt's zipper teeth touch, let alone pulling it down.

"Well, I guess that's as good as we're gonna get it. I'm just gonna make sure the next part of our day's all set. Take a look in the mirror," she says, waving you to the front closet, which has mirrored doors.

"That... that's kind of short," you say, staring at the skirt. The zippers barely met, and only zipped maybe an inch if that. Tiffany had arranged it so that the resulting slit would let your left thigh through, so that one side of the skirt would rub the inside of your left thigh, the other side would rub the outside. It was even shorter than you thought it would be, probably an inch between the bottom edge and your bald pussy lips.

As for the top... Tiffany had draped the hankie over a drawstring, tying it dead even with your nipples so that the hankie, which was both smaller and thinner than you remembered, pointed downward from there toward your crotch. Looking at how small it was you wonder why you thought it could be tied behind your back. The ends of the hankie don't even reach your back. This was the same hankie you'd been looking at, right? Not the normal sized one that had also been in the box?

And your nails... You stare at the bed nails, each with something written upon them. In the mirror your toes say 'EROHW PAEHC' while your fingers say 'LANA<heart>' and 'YALZE'. Your mind struggles in vain to reverse the letters to make sense of them.

"Alright, slut, all set!" Tiffany exclaims next to you, making you jump in surprise and lose your train of thought just as you thought you were about to translate at least one of the words.

"What? Set for what?"

"Well, we've got that high school party in the afternoon. But before then..."

[[Life as a good little girl/To meet Morgan and the guys]]

[[Life as a good little girl/To go improve your look even more]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Tiffany suggests you make some money... somehow]]

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"You got that money from your grandparents, right? Let's go get you a wardrobe"

Freds shadow — Tue, 23 Feb 2016 23:24:09 GMT

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Since that was what you had been wanting on the way over you nod and get up, letting her lead the way.

"How much do you have?"

"Oh, uh, two hundred."

"Damn, that must be nice, being loaded."

"Oh, we're not loaded."

"Sure, right. I have to save for months to get something new and my parents never have any money, but you, who don't have a job, have two hundred to spend."

"It's from my grandparents," is all you can think to say.

Tiffany just shrugs. "Whatever. Most girls would have to put out to get that much money." She looks over at you, the speculative expression on her face turning into a grin. "Oh you sly little slut. You're whoring!" she exclaims.

You freeze in place, horrified by the volume of her voice as well as the words, but she mistakes your silence for acknowledgement and slings her arm across your shoulders. "Well damn, I should've known a hardcore slut like you would find a way to make a profit from that little cocksleeve between your legs. D'ya charge all the boys?"

"N-no," you manage to stammer.

She nods wisely. "Just the old guys, I bet. Though you probably do a lot of them just for fun, right?" she doesn't even look to you for confirmation as she giggles to herself.

"Hey, let's go in here! They've got some good whore clothes," she says, abruptly pulling you into a shop. You're still reeling from her assumption that you're some underage hooker as she rifles through the racks, holding up one item after another for your approval, chattering the entire time. You barely register anything she says, nodding your head and smiling with the understanding that she's asking you about the clothes. Which she is, sort of, but it's more like...

"Oh, this needs to be shorter, doesn't it?"

"So have you been whoring for a long time?"

"Do you like fucking strangers for money?"

"So you probably charge barely anything. Like, just a few bucks?"

"Do you hate condoms?"

"Will you wear these out of the store when you buy them?"

"Great! Come to the change room," she urges, dragging you behind her. Your mind finally seems to emerge a little from your shock, enough that you realize you're now crammed into a tiny change room with your best friend and she's expecting you to strip.

"Well come on, get your clothes off and try these on. I don't want to blow the whole budget here but these are a great start."

"I, uh..."

"Oh come on, we both know you're not shy. Look, it's great that you love to fuck. I wish I was half as much a slut as you are. And whoring yourself out is brilliance. Even if you are real cheap," she says, and for some strange reason that actually re-assures you. It doesn't really make any sense on the surface, but you decide that if Tiff thinking you're a whore makes her jealous then maybe you can live with it. For now. You can set her straight later. Besides, you came to try on clothes, and the sooner you get to that the sooner she might stop focusing on the whore thing.

Starting with your shirt, you lift up your crop top self-conscious about the fact that, unlike Tiffany, you're still flat up-top. You hand over your shirt, partly to distract her and partly because your pants are tight enough that they require both of your hands. With some difficulty you manage to squirm out of them, not noticing that your thong came off with them. She walks out the door with all your clothes as soon as you've kicked off your shoes, leaving you with....

[[Life as a good little girl/A tiny pink tube top and black lycra miniskirt|A tiny pink tube top and black lycra miniskirt]]

[[Life as a good little girl/A sheer white blouse and pleated schoolgirl skirt|A sheer white blouse made for younger kids that barely passes your tits when tied, and a pleated schoolgirl skirt that is barely decent]]

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Life as a good little girl/Rob, the middle brother, walks into the bathroom

Freds shadow — Sun, 21 Feb 2016 00:25:23 GMT

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"St-stephi the..."

The door knob rattles, making you jump back into the shower. The water's warmed up, but the shower head's pointed almost straight down, so you're standing at the dry end, water sprinkling your toes.

"Goddamn, I've gotten piss like a horse!" Rob says. Your middle brother, Rob loves electronic gadgets, so he and Mark get along pretty well. He even gave you an older laptop he wasn't using. It's not great, and it's got that parent-block software on it, but it does have a state of the art HD webcam on it.

The loud sound of urine hitting water meets your ears, followed by a splattering that you just know is him hitting the seat. You can't even count the number of times you've sat down on a piss-soaked toilet seat, or plopped straight into the toilet itself. It's what started your sleeping in the nude habit. Once you've soaked your nightie and found out how much more comfortable you are without it there's no going back. The indignant part of you is tempted to say something right now, but with him in the middle of such a private act it seems rude of you to interrupt.

Scrunching yourself into the corner you crane you neck out when the peeing stops, wishing he'd leave, but instead of heading for the door he just stands there. Is he shaking... it... to get rid of any extra pee? Or...

Rob moans, and you hear a sound like slapping. What is he...

"Take it you slut. I bet you let everyone in school use your tight little body..."

Oh. Right. That. Biting your lip against the giggle that threatens to escape you tell yourself to pull back into the shower, but instead keep looking out at him in fascination, listening to hear his words above the sound of the shower.

"A little whore like you probably puts out to anyone who asks. Lets them rip off your clothes and jam there big, filthy dicks up your cunt and ass. Begs them to choke you with dick til tears run from your eyes..."

Without you noticing it your hands roam your body, strumming away at your pussy and breast, your breath speeding up and your teeth biting your lips to keep you from making a sound. You shouldn't be listening... watching.... And you definitely shouldn't be enjoying hearing what he's saying, and yet...

"Filthy, cum-covered tramp. You love being looked at, love when a stranger grabs your ass or mauls your tits. Don't you?" he calls out and turns.

[[Life as a good little girl/With his eyes shut Rob spews his cum straight at the shower]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Rob locks eyes with you and advances]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Realizing the curtain is open you close it before he can see you]]

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Life as a good little girl/You're pretty sure they're not looking at you

Freds shadow — Sat, 13 Feb 2016 06:33:13 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with '"Would you look at those tits?" one of the boys remarks, puzzling you. How can they see your breasts when they're squished against the rough shingles of the dog-house? Then it o…'

"Would you look at those tits?" one of the boys remarks, puzzling you.

How can they see your breasts when they're squished against the rough shingles of the dog-house? Then it occurs to you. They're not looking at you!

A strange indignation fills you, and you turn your head as if to glare up at them. Before you can figure out what you're doing your eyes fall upon the large living room window of the house next door. Through the crystal clear glass you see a goddess of a woman gyrating against a floor-to-ceiling pole. Naked.

"Awesome. You've gotta take more pictures," a boy says, and you find yourself nodding. The woman is absolutely stunning, with the pouty lips you - er, your brothers - love to see wrapped around giant dicks. God you wish you had lips like those. Unlike the ugly fish lips you sometimes see in some of your - er, your brothers' - porn.

Your eyes naturally fasten on her breasts, feasting on the two large globes that sit high atop her chest. You don't see many big-tittied girls in your - er, your brothers' - porn stashes, but when you do you they have fingers digging into them, slapping them, or dicks thrusting up between them as they're roughly fucked prior to having a big load of cum splattered across their faces and boobs. You always find yourself wishing it was you in that picture with the big tits instead of your flat chest.

From her breasts you marvel at her narrow waist. It's what you've heard called a wasp-waist, and you wish you had that, but then you haven't developed much at all. You wonder if you should maybe go over there and ask her what her secret is... You nearly push yourself up before your remember the boys behind you, and settle yourself back down upon the doghouse to admire - observe - her.

Her legs are long and lean, twining around the pole, showing hints of definition without being overly muscular. On her feet she wears tall heels with a platform and you marvel that she can move so nimbly without falling over. Maybe if you asked... You shake your head, and let your eyes find her ass and pubic area. You can't quite make out her pussy lips from here, but you can tell she's either as bald as you down there or well-trimmed.

Her ass is beautiful to behold, both round and firm, flaring out from her waist without being fat. Your own ass isn't anywhere near as big as hers, and you're not really sure if you have a good one or not, but you hope you will in the future. In your porn - your brothers' porn, dammit! - the girls always have small, tight derrieres - although maybe their assholes aren't terribly tight what with the thick cocks pummelling them relentlessly. You remember one picture where two enormous dicks were in the poor girl's asshole, and couldn't help but admire her ass and think how much you'd love for that to be you. You'd love to have your ass look just like the one in the picture.

Looking in the mirror nowadays you get the impression that you have a pretty good butt. Back north you got some compliments on it. A lot of the neighborhood men - and some of your mother's boyfriends - had told you what a pretty girl you were and what a wonderful butt you had. The boys at school had liked to smack it, and you'd tell them off as you tried to fend off their hands. When you told your mom she said it was what boys did to show they liked a girl. It was such a revelation that the next time a boy spanked your butt you actually thanked him. You're still not sure who was more surprised, but the boys began to be a lot more liberal with smacking you on the butt once you stopped complaining about it. Then you moved.

Snapping out of your reverie and your unabashed ogling of your neighbor you realize that the sounds from the window have disappeared. Apparently the boys really didn't see you there. Reluctantly you take your eyes off your pirouetting neighbor and realize that Mark's window is shut and locked.

[[Life as a good little girl/Fortunately the patio door in your room is broken and you can get back inside]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Hopping off the doghouse you find your stepbrother's unfriendly dog is in residence]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You're naked, your neighbor's naked, and you remember hearing once she had a spare key. You should go see her]]

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Life as a good little girl/Crawl out the window

Freds shadow — Sat, 13 Feb 2016 06:01:26 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with 'Hide in the closet? Under the bed? Kneel and let them pound you? Your legs go weak at the thought of giving up, but much as you've enjoyed looking at yowr brothers's gangbang po…'

Hide in the closet? Under the bed? Kneel and let them pound you?

Your legs go weak at the thought of giving up, but much as you've enjoyed looking at yowr brothers's gangbang porn you don't feel quite comfortable with the idea.

"Bro! Wait til you see what I've got in my room," Mark says to his friends loudly.

His words prompt another desperate look around the room. You're about to try and stuff yourself under the bed when the window catches your eye.

With a last quick look over your shoulder you dash to the partially open window, nearly diving through the screen. Shoving that aside you crawl out on to the roof of the doghouse just outside.

Behind you voices fill the room and you freeze, your butt atop the point of the roof, your head and arms hanging down the side facing the backyard, your widespread legs braced on the street-facing fence.

"Look at these pics I've got," you hear Mark brag, and you let out a sigh of relief. He sounds like he's taking the credit for their existence, and you roll your eyes at the thought.

"A girl would have to be a desperate whore to fuck him," you think derisively, wishing they'd leave.

"Da-mn," a boy exclaims. Look at the slut. She's really begging to be banged."

"Yeah, she's an utter whore." Mark agrees, and you feel pity for the poor girl they must be ogling.

"Look at her take it up the ass!"

"She looks like it hurts..."

"And like she loves it!"

"I want to fuck that bitch."

"I could probably arrange that," Mark says, and you roll your eyes. Like he'd know any cock-crazy slut who'd spread her legs for his friends.

"Holy shit!" one of his friends exclaims from the window, making you jump.

"What?"

"Look! She's showing everything to the world!"

A strangely thrilling sensation races through you at being discovered. It's mixed with a large dose of humiliation, but to cause that amount of excitement makes you feel oddly proud.

"Hot damn."

You turn your face away from the wall, resigned to the knowledge that the hands of boys you barely know will soon be groping your completely exposed butt.

As if in anticipation your ass lifts itself an inch from the peak of the doghouse, leaving it a mere three inches from the window sill.

[[Life as a good little girl/You're pretty sure they're not looking at you]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Hands descend upon you]]

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Life as a good little girl/Masturbate with your brother's cum

Freds shadow — Sat, 13 Feb 2016 05:42:46 GMT

Freds shadow:

Viscuous white liquid continues to trickle between your small, but engorged lips, the sensation driving you crazy. A couple of drops fall, splattering your face, leaving streaks of cum on you.

Just like a pornstar, you think, and your pussy spasms, feeling even better than before. Why didn't Mark fuck you a little longer? A little rougher? Sure, your butthole hurts, but it felt so good.

Forgetting that you're bent in half you reach up with your hands, one finger approaching your slightly gaping asshole, the other zooming in on your incredibly sensitive sex.

Both hands reach their targets and your legs nearly buckle as a mini-quake hits you, threatening to jar loose another drop of the white liquid.

Unable to resist you slide a finger in each orifice, your pussy too wet to resist, and your asshole still gaping from its recent fucking. They each sing in happiness at the intrusion. Your rear still feels sore from being fucked so roughly, but it feels so right, like you'd be happy to have it happen again and again. You stick a couple of fingers into your ass, pumping vigorously, the same way that he'd been fucking you moments before.

When no more quakes hit you slide another finger in. Meanwhile the finger at your cunt catches the baby batter before it can fall, shoving it deep into your horny pussy, feeding it deeper and deeper as you finger fuck yourself. A second finger joins the first, sliding past the tight entrance thanks to the slippery lube of your own juices.

The more you finger-fuck your ass with three fingers the more white spunk dribbles out, flowing sluggishly down to your pussy. Impatient for more cum you struggle to add a fourth small finger, and are rewarded with a jolt of pain and a glob of white semen that you immediately scoop up and jam inside your delighted pussy, trying hard to push it deep enough that it'll never come out again.

"So goo-ood," you moan, sensing that there's another level even better than the mini-quakes.

Desperate to reach it you struggle to a third finger into your greased up pussy and fuck your asshole even harder with you other fingers. Your previously unused holes protest mightily, but that just spurs you on to be even rougher, emulating the big men in the porn videos you've watched.

No matter how much you punish your two fuck holes Mark's cum slows to a trickle. You're all but punching your own asshole to try and get more out, your fingers feeling around inside you as they seek out more liquid, but there is no more to be found. Below, your fingers push the last of the white liquid deeper into your pussy, painting your virgin walls white.

In spite of the pain and the pleasure you still can't reach that next level, that explosion of goodness that you feel is just a tiny moment away.

"I... I can't cuuummmm," you complain, forgetting that Mark's there. Then it clicks in your mind, the only logical explanation your lust-fogged brain can think of. The secret of how to achieve orgasm. "I need a cock. A big fat cock. In my ass," you gasp out, feeling certain for some reason. It makes sense, doesn't it? He was fucking your ass, it made you feel good. Then he stopped and you can't make yourself feel as good.

Through the haze of pleasure you heard a sound, one you know and yet can't seem to identify at first. It startles you enough that your wobbly legs give way, and you fall with a squeak onto your back, your feet still up beside your ears and your fingers delving non-stop into your privates.

[[Life as a good little girl/"Oh, that must be my friends. We're going to hang out in my room. I'll go let them in." Mark walks out as the doorbell rings.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You realize you are being watched from the door]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Mark, ready for round two, takes you without ceremony, camera in hand]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/"Oh, that must be my friends. We're going to hang out in my room. I'll go let them in." Mark walks out as the doorbell rings.

Freds shadow — Sat, 13 Feb 2016 05:41:49 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with 'Mark steps over you and out the door, leaving you mewling on the floor, roughly thrusting fingers in and out of your holes in a futile effort to re-capture the feelings Mark's di…'

Mark steps over you and out the door, leaving you mewling on the floor, roughly thrusting fingers in and out of your holes in a futile effort to re-capture the feelings Mark's dick had just given you.

"C-couldn't you just f-fuck my ass a little more?" you plead, cringing inside at your words even as your pussy spasms just a little at the humiliation they evoke in you.

"Sorry, slut, I've got to let my friends in. But maybe if you beg they'll fuck you."

"Ohhh..." is all you can say as he leaves, a throb of lust shooting through you at his words. The doorbell rings again as you try to stuff your entire hand inside your virgin pussy.

Thinking of a group of boys rushing in to fuck you silly sends you wobbling to the door as if to greet them. Some part of your brain stops you, and a sense of self-preservation turns you around to assess your options?

[[Life as a good little girl/Kneel and present your needy ass to whoever comes in the door]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Hide under the bed beside Mark's porn collection]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Crawl out the window]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Channel Tiffany some more and tease Mark for being indecisive

Freds shadow — Sun, 07 Feb 2016 05:46:58 GMT

Freds shadow:

"Just admit it, Mark," you start, shifting your weight and twisting your hips as you remember something you've heard Tiffany say to a boy before. "You have no idea what to do with a pretty girl, do you?"

Mark dips his head to the side far enough to look down into your eyes, folded over as you are. His gaze is flat and uncaring which is a big change from a moment ago when he still seemed excited.

"Fine."

With startling speed Mark plunges the bulbous head of his cock straight into your asshole. Your body tips forward from the forceful thrust. Off balance, you try to straighten yourself at your waist but Mark has already grabbed onto your lower back and pulled you into him. His hand keeps you bent straight down and prevents your backside from distancing itself from his cock, but he also helps balance you.

"I can prove you wrong," he counters in a dead tone.

Thanks to the extreme angle you're bent over, it feels like Mark's dick is trying to come out of your back. It takes several more thrusts and weighty movements on his behalf to force his cock downward and further into your body instead of bumping against the inside of your spine.

Meanwhile, you can't even breathe. Did your brother's dick just knock the wind out of you? One moment you were partaking in good-natured banter with him and the next... he's fucking your ass. Your brain can hardly comprehend it. But your body responds completely differently. Your rear feels unnaturally stretched and insanely full, but the movement of each of his thrusts is very satisfying. Feeling Mark penetrate you is intoxicating. Feeling his cock slide deeper into your body is wonderful, even addicting. The thin wall separating your ass and vagina allows your sex to sense of his exact length and girth as your empty cock sleeve quickly gets wetter and wetter from the involuntary stimulation.

Eventually your body allows you to breathe again. You draw in air, expecting to finally release the scream that was trapped inside your lungs.

"MAAaaaaarrrk..."

Your voice fades out before you're forced to draw another deep breath, your brief exhalation as much a moan as anything.

You wrap your arms around your legs desperate to hold on to something, but your brother's heavy thrusts prevent you from feeling stable. Instead you reach between your staggered legs and latch onto Mark's ankles pulling yourself as taut as possible, bending yourself as far as your waist will allow you to. This extra bit of pressure only tightens your insides around your brother's meat but the discomfort inside your bum is easily offset by the proportionally stronger stimulation of your vagina.

"I'm s-so full..." Your overloaded mind is unable to articulate anything beyond that simple truth.

"Yea, yeah, yea-ah," groans Mark with every thrust. "Fuckin - dumb - tight - slut..."

Mere moments later Mark yells and bucks into you deeper than ever, slapping his balls against you. You can just barely feel him throb inside you several times then pull back somewhat dramatically, sliding out of you even faster than he went in. Your entire body tenses up as he leaves you, the actions working in tandem to squeeze out the load of spunk he just shot deep into your ass.

Mark isn't done though. He latches onto his cock and fires off several more rounds depositing even more of his seed across the silky surface of your wide bottom. But you can't keep from staring at your asshole, or as much as you can see of it from this absurd angle, as a hefty glob of semen oozes out of you and runs down onto your pussy. The warm wet wad cascading down your lips sends horny tingly sensations from your clit to deep inside your pussy.

You stare at it in wonder. You stare at it in perversion. And you stare as the glob drips from your pink lips and smacks you right in the face.

[[Life as a good little girl/Masturbate with your brother's cum]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Ask Mark for his phone now|Getting smacked in the face by semen finally snaps you out of your trance; ask your brother for his phone]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Channel Tiffany some more and tease Mark for being indecisive

Freds shadow — Sun, 07 Feb 2016 05:00:38 GMT

Freds shadow:

"Just admit it, Mark," you start, shifting your weight and twisting your hips as you remember something you've heard Tiffany say to a boy before. "You have no idea what to do with a pretty girl, do you?"

Mark dips his head to the side far enough to look down into your eyes, folded over as you are. His gaze is flat and uncaring which is a big change from a moment ago when he still seemed excited.

"Fine."

With startling speed Mark plunges the bulbous head of his cock straight into your asshole. Your body tips forward from the forceful thrust. Off balance, you try to straighten yourself at your waist but Mark has already grabbed onto your lower back and pulled you into him. His hand keeps you bent straight down and prevents your backside from distancing itself from his cock, but he also helps balance you.

"I can prove you wrong," he counters in a dead tone.

Thanks to the extreme angle you're bent over, it feels like Mark's dick is trying to come out of your back. It takes several more thrusts and weighty movements on his behalf to force his cock downward and further into your body instead of bumping against the inside of your spine.

Meanwhile, you can't even breathe. Did your brother's dick just knock the wind out of you? One moment you were partaking in good-natured banter with him and the next... he's fucking your ass. Your brain can hardly comprehend it. But your body responds completely differently. Your rear feels unnaturally stretched and insanely full, but the movement of each of his thrusts is very satisfying. Feeling Mark penetrate you is intoxicating. Feeling his cock slide deeper into your body is wonderful, even addicting. The thin wall separating your ass and vagina allows your sex to sense of his exact length and girth as your empty cock sleeve quickly gets wetter and wetter from the involuntary stimulation.

Eventually your body allows you to breathe again. You draw in air, expecting to finally release the scream that was trapped inside your lungs.

"MAAaaaaarrrk..."

Your voice fades out before you're forced to draw another deep breath, your brief exhalation as much a moan as anything.

You wrap your arms around your legs desperate to hold on to something, but your brother's heavy thrusts prevent you from feeling stable. Instead you reach between your staggered legs and latch onto Mark's ankles pulling yourself as taut as possible, bending yourself as far as your waist will allow you to. This extra bit of pressure only tightens your insides around your brother's meat but the discomfort inside your bum is easily offset by the proportionally stronger stimulation of your vagina.

"I'm s-so full..." Your overloaded mind is unable to articulate anything beyond that simple truth.

"Yea, yeah, yea-ah," groans Mark with every thrust. "Fuckin - dumb - tight - slut..."

Mere moments later Mark yells and bucks into you deeper than ever, slapping his balls against you. You can just barely feel him throb inside you several times then pull back somewhat dramatically, sliding out of you even faster than he went in. Your entire body tenses up as he leaves you, the actions working in tandem to squeeze out the load of spunk he just shot deep into your ass.

Mark isn't done though. He latches onto his cock and fires off several more rounds depositing even more of his seed across the silky surface of your wide bottom. But you can't keep from staring at your asshole, or as much as you can see of it from this absurd angle, as a hefty glob of semen oozes out of you and runs down onto your pussy. The warm wet wad cascading down your lips sends horny tingly sensations from your clit to deep inside your pussy.

You stare at it in wonder. You stare at it in perversion. And you stare as the glob drips from your pink lips and smacks you right in the face.

[[Life as a good little girl/Masturbate with your brother's cum]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Mark blackmails you with the video he made of it all]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Ask Mark for his phone now|Getting smacked in the face by semen finally snaps you out of your trance; ask your brother for his phone]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Channel Tiffany some more and tease Mark for being indecisive

Freds shadow — Sun, 07 Feb 2016 04:55:45 GMT

Freds shadow:

"Just admit it, Mark," you start, shifting your weight and twisting your hips as you remember something you've heard Tiffany say to a boy before. "You have no idea what to do with a pretty girl, do you?"

Mark dips his head to the side far enough to look down into your eyes, folded over as you are. His gaze is flat and uncaring which is a big change from a moment ago when he still seemed excited.

"Fine."

With startling speed Mark plunges the bulbous head of his cock straight into your asshole. Your body tips forward from the forceful thrust. Off balance, you try to straighten yourself at your waist but Mark has already grabbed onto your lower back and pulled you into him. His hand keeps you bent straight down and prevents your backside from distancing itself from his cock, but he also helps balance you.

"I can prove you wrong," he counters in a dead tone.

Thanks to the extreme angle you're bent over, it feels like Mark's dick is trying to come out of your back. It takes several more thrusts and weighty movements on his behalf to force his cock downward and further into your body instead of bumping against the inside of your spine.

Meanwhile, you can't even breathe. Did your brother's dick just knock the wind out of you? One moment you were partaking in good-natured banter with him and the next... he's fucking your ass. Your brain can hardly comprehend it. But your body responds completely differently. Your rear feels unnaturally stretched and insanely full, but the movement of each of his thrusts is very satisfying. Feeling Mark penetrate you is intoxicating. Feeling his cock slide deeper into your body is wonderful, even addicting. The thin wall separating your ass and vagina allows your sex to sense of his exact length and girth as your empty cock sleeve quickly gets wetter and wetter from the involuntary stimulation.

Eventually your body allows you to breathe again. You draw in air, expecting to finally release the scream that was trapped inside your lungs.

"MAAaaaaarrrk..."

Your voice fades out before you're forced to draw another deep breath, your brief exhalation as much a moan as anything.

You wrap your arms around your legs desperate to hold on to something, but your brother's heavy thrusts prevent you from feeling stable. Instead you reach between your staggered legs and latch onto Mark's ankles pulling yourself as taught as possible, bending yourself as far as your waist will allow you to. This extra bit of pressure only tightens your insides around your brother's meat but the discomfort inside your bum is easily offset by the proportionally stronger stimulation of your vagina.

"I'm s-so full..." Your overloaded mind is unable to articulate anything beyond that simple truth.

"Yea, yeah, yea-ah," groans Mark with every thrust. "Fuckin - dumb - tight - slut..."

Mere moments later Mark yells and bucks into you deeper than ever, slapping his balls against you. You can just barely feel him throb inside you several times then pull back somewhat dramatically, sliding out of you even faster than he went in. Your entire body tenses up as he leaves you, the actions working in tandem to squeeze out the load of spunk he just shot deep into your ass.

Mark isn't done though. He latches onto his cock and fires off several more rounds depositing even more of his seed across the silky surface of your wide bottom. But you can't keep from staring at your asshole, or as much as you can see of it from this absurd angle, as a hefty glob of semen oozes out of you and runs down onto your pussy. The warm wet wad cascading down your lips sends horny tingly sensations from your clit to deep inside your pussy.

You stare at it in wonder. You stare at it in perversion. And you stare as the glob drips from your pink lips and smacks you right in the face.

[[Life as a good little girl/Masturbate with your brother's cum]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Mark blackmails you with the video he made of it all]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Ask Mark for his phone now|Getting smacked in the face by semen finally snaps you out of your trance; ask your brother for his phone]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/The boys have fun at your expense

Freds shadow — Sun, 07 Feb 2016 03:10:16 GMT

Freds shadow:

Life as a good little girl/The boys have fun at your expense

Freds shadow — Fri, 29 Jan 2016 02:56:37 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with 'With your step-father accelerating you are momentarily pressed back against all three brothers. "We're not your bed, Stephi," Mark snorts, pushing you forward. In danger of fal…'

With your step-father accelerating you are momentarily pressed back against all three brothers.

"We're not your bed, Stephi," Mark snorts, pushing you forward.

In danger of falling into the gap between front and back-seat you push against your step-father's seat, rolling back onto your brother's laps.

They push you again, making a game of it, rolling you back and forth. At some point you find yourself face-up, and feel a hand pushing you by pressing on your breast, while another lands high on the outside of your bare outer thigh.

Feeling the contact on such dangerous territory you scramble to right yourself, squirming back to the face-down position, Your skirt flips up, baring your back-side to them, but before you can protest or panic you feel a hand tugging on the back of your top.

"Enough fooling around, Stephi," your oldest brother admonishes, like it was you who started it.

Feeling the delicately knotted top stretch under his pulling you scramble to get upright before it can pop open. Your hands inadvertantly come down several times on your brothers' crotches and thighs as you move, leaving you flushed with embarrassment when you are finally plopped firmly upon your eldest step-brother's lap.

Feeling a sharp object poke you from Danny's pocket you scuttle sideways, your bare butt scraping across the front of his jeans as you seek a more comfortable position on his other thigh.

"Ow. Not there, Stephi," Danny complains, and drags you right back across his lap and onto that sharp object.

"You've got something sharp in your pocket," you complain, and wriggle back across his lap, your back rubbing up against his strong chest as you do.

"You've just got a boney butt," he tells you, dragging you back, his hands firmly wrapping gripping your upper rib-cage to force you back upon the pointy object, his fingers resting on the edges of your breasts.

Outraged, you ignore his fingers and cry out, "I do not! It's your keys or something!"

"Oh. My keys," he says, as if a light has gone one. His right hand drags across your chest, displacing your top and pressing roughly against your right breast before scraping to a stop on your left. Your mouth opens to protest, but the next moment you're in the air as he lifts you up off the sharp object.

With your head tilted until it almost rests against the window you can feel your butt angled toward your other brothers.

"Nah, She doesn't look boney," Mark comments, then firms gropes your butt. "Doesn't feel boney either. What do you think, Rob?"

"Stop it!" you order, but they ignore you. Rob reaches across, and smacks your butt.

"Feels alright. Not too much, not too little, even if she is just a little girl."

"I am not…" you gasp as they keep rubbing your ass.

"There," Danny says, plopping you down.

At first you think that he's dropped you on Rob and Mark's hands, but a quick glance at them confirms that they each have their hands away from you and occupied. Naturally they both have yanked out their phones to play with.

Maybe the boys will settle down now and the trip will be fine, you think.

Then you realize that Danny still has his hand on your breast and you can feel your right nipple pressing against his arm with no cloth between you and him.

"You… you can let me go now," you whisper, not wanting to draw the attention of your other brothers.

"No I can't. Since you're not wearing a seat-belt I have to hold on to you," he whispers back, his mouth right up against your ear.

Although you intend to protest further you are distracted by the realization that there's something moving under you. A scream nearly erupts from your mouth as you feel the slight movement, and you whip your legs open, looking down between them, realizing for the first time that in all the movements your skirt has moved so that the gaping side slit of the little skirt is now located at the front.

You gaze down between your legs, your jaw dropping as soon as you realize you're staring down at Danny's naked dick. Looking enormously thick and long even compared to the guys in the porn videos it looks like it's still hardening under your appalled, yet fascinated gaze.

"Y… Your… penis…" you whisper to him, for some reason not wanting the others to know.

"Yeah, you were deliberately wriggling all over it, and I figured it would be painful if it was sitting in a knot inside my jeans while you were sitting on it. So I figured I'd take it out. It'll go down eventually," he whispers back, his lips inadvertantly closing on your ear lobe with every other word. It feels shamefully good.

"B… but…. It's just… out there…"

"So?"

"They'll see!" you hiss quietly, tilting your head a little to indicate your brothers.

"Then hide it," Danny whispers back, his tongue hitting your ear by accident.

Not wanting the others to discover you in this embarrassing situation you quickly close your legs, pondering whether you should tell Joe. A part of you desperately wants to, but then you remember that it was you moving on top of Danny that caused this. And if Joe found out Danny would get in hell for it. Deciding that you owed it to your brother, and perhaps not quite wanting to give up this up-close observation of an actual penis, you clasp your thighs together.

"Good girl," Danny tells you, so close to you that his tongue touches your neck this time.

You gasp and your eyes widen as you feel the the penis continue to slowly grow under you, stiffening and rubbing against the backs of your thighs. At last it seems to stop growing and you think that maybe it will start to shrink again. You shift a little, parting your legs just enough to catch a glimpse.

Between your legs Danny's dick looks like a monster, and you stare in fascination at the parts of it you can see. But as you are looking you realize it's starting to push up between your thighs.

"Cover it up, Stephi. Quick!" Danny urges quietly, and you snap your thighs shut.

With the cock now pointing a little bit upward you can feel the head of the dick like a lump of coal between your thighs. Up it continues to press, like it wants to point straight at the ceiling, and you find yourself losing the fight to keep it down as it slides up past your now sweaty thighs. Reaching down with your small hands you place them over the head and push down, secretly delighting at your first contact with real dick, even if it is your step-brother's.

Glancing covertly at your other brothers neither even looks your way. Beside you it seems like Rob has fallen asleep, his head lolling on his shoulders in your direction but his eyes closed. Mark just stares at his phone as if it is his entire world. You wish it wasn't pointed in your direction, but as long as he doesn't look up from it he won't think anything funny is going on, right?

Beneath you the dick seems to move, sawing back and forth a little, almost like it's fucking your thighs, pressing the big hot cock-head into your hands.

"It feels like it's moving!" you dare to whisper at Danny.

"That's just the blood flow, making it pulse like an artery," he tells you.

"Th-that's a lot of blood, then."

"Yeah. You know, you better slide forward. That way your whole weight will be holding it down and hiding it from the guys."

You mull it over for a second, but it turns out that it wasn't a suggestion. Danny slides you forward, the dick disappearing from between your thighs, only to wide up pressing right against your slit.

[[Life as a good little girl/Danny slowly eases his dick into you]]

[[Life as a good little girl/With his dick head firmly against your opening you feel something warm splashing your pussy and realize he's cumming]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/"Put some clothes on and come out to the car."

Freds shadow — Fri, 29 Jan 2016 02:12:19 GMT

Freds shadow:

"Clothes?"

"Yes, clothes," he smiles, drawing his hand back. That inadvertantly puts his rough calloused fingers over your sensitive nipples, which almost immediately spring to attention. "I know you don't like them too much."

"Clothes," you mutter, and stare around, wondering where you are. Your bleary mind registers that you're in bed, spread-eagled because of the warmth, and that a pair of large patio doors are in front of you, giving you a great view of the large, seedy apartments behind your house.

"Oh great," you mutter, remembering the room switch. Stretching your arms toward the headboard you arch your back upward, belatedly realizing that your step-father's hand is still positioned over your nipple, and your action has pressed your breast into his hand.

"Sorry kid, but you have to wear something for your cousin's birthday," Joe says, pulling his hand away like nothing happened. You feel your face color from the embarrassment of being both naked in front of him and brazenly pressing your breast against him.

Joe walks out the door and you scramble after him, only to stand dumbly in the open doorway as you re-discover the fact that your room has no doorway. You back quickly back into your room and look around, absorbing again your new living arrangement. Atop the dresser you see a pathetically small mound of clothes and remember that this is all that remains of your wardrobe.

Groaning at the thought of your lost clothes you approach the dresser, nervously looking to the left. Your three brothers' doors are all open, meaning they could walk out at any moment and see you standing naked.

"Come on Stephi, we're waiting," Joe says, poking his head back around the corner at the end of the corridor.

"Um. My clothes..." you begin.

"Just grab something light. It's a scorcher. I'm sure your mom would understand."

"No, I mean I don't..."

Your mom! Somehow you doubt she'd 'understand' you being dressed in practically nothing. She might even ground you, tell you that you can't go with them dressed like that. What a shame it would be to miss your evil cousin Britney's birthday party, you think with a grin. At the worst she'd force you to stop to buy something 'decent'.

Feeling much better about the day you pick up the clothes you'd picked out, frowning a little at how much smaller they seem than yesterday. And yesterday they seemed real small. Maybe it's because yesterday you were prancing around shamelessly. First there was the barely there outfit Tiffany chose, in which you kept showing off your nudity, and then there was you actually naked at home. Thinking about it is enough to make your face and crotch go hot in embarrassment.

Taking another look at the clothes you could swear the handkerchief you planned to use as a top was bigger. This would never tie around you back. In fact, the only way you can figure that it would make a top is to fold it in half over a draw-string you tie around your chest, which leaves the bottom of the hankie pointing toward your crotch like an arrow. The string has to be tied directly above your nipples for the hanky to cover them, meaning a lot of your chest is exposed.

The skirt doesn't seem much worse than yesterday, but it quickly becomes apparent you'd overestimated your ability to fit into it. Fortunately it has a zipper on the side, but it's so short that you have to pull it absurdly low on your hips. It's a good thing you don't have pubic hair, or it'd be on display. As it is it barely covers your pussy lips, which are already feeling wet. From the heat, of course. Having the skirt down around your hips instead of your narrower waist means you can barely make the teeth of the zipper meet, giving you perhaps half an inch of sealed zipper. An inch at most when you pull hard.

Consoling yourself with the knowledge that your mom will force you to get real clothes along the way - or make you stay home - you head outside.

Joe is putting a few foldable chairs in the back of the SUV and your brothers turn at your approach. Danny and Rob just stare for a moment until Mark whistles and they all break into leers, making you shuffle your bare little feet in embarrassment.

"Guys, cut it out! Your mom worked a double-shift yesterday and she got home late. You'll wake her up," Joe admonishes without looking over.

"Wake? She's asleep?" you ask, with a sinking feeling. How is she supposed to ground you or force you to get new clothes if she's asleep?

"Of course she is. I wouldn't worry about them waking her if she was already awake would I?" Joe snorts, heading toward the driver's door. "Now get in, the sun's barely up and we have a long drive."

Grimacing, you look at the passenger door, and spot your mother, a pair of noise-cancelling headphones over her head and a sleep blindfold over her eyes.

While you were looking at your mom the guys all piled into the middle seat of the SUV, leaving you the entire third row. Or so you think until you take a closer look

"The... the seats in the back are down. Where am I supposed to sit?" you whine plaintively, seeing the back stuffed with chairs and coolers, the third row of seats folded down to accommodate them.

"Just sit on one of your brothers' laps. If I see a cop I'll signal you to lie down so we don't get a ticket."

"But..."

"I missed my games last night thanks to you changing rooms with Mark so I'm gonna be listening to them on my headphones. And since someone," he glares at Danny, "broke the rearview mirror I'm gonna rely on you guys to police yourselves and not distract me."

"Yessir," Rob smiles innocently.

"Absolutely," Mark nods.

"Whatever," Danny says, busy folding his tall, muscular frame into the car. Unlike the other two brothers your eldest sibling isn't nerdy but rather tall and muscular with a thuggish face. You can picture him being either a jock or a hoodlum at his school. You're not sure which since he scares you a little and you tend to avoid him.

After Mike gets into the car you find yourself with the dilemma of which brother's lap you should sit on. Unfortunately you don't have much of a choice. Creepy Mark is on the far side, Rob is in the middle, and Danny is closest. You crawl into the car and on to Danny's lap. As soon as your feet clear the door Danny pulls the door shut and Joe pulls out, sending you sprawling across their laps.

[[Life as a good little girl/Miraculously the trip is uneventful]]

[[Life as a good little girl/The boys have fun at your expense]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Pull up your skirt so that the driver - and the very crowded bus - can see your sex

Freds shadow — Fri, 29 Jan 2016 02:00:36 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with '"Show him some leg," Tiffany whispers in your ear, her mouth so tantilizingly close to your skin. As if ordered your hand lifts the short hem up toward your waist as your mouth …'

"Show him some leg," Tiffany whispers in your ear, her mouth so tantilizingly close to your skin.

As if ordered your hand lifts the short hem up toward your waist as your mouth smiles and your eyelids dreamily slide down in pleasure at her proximity.

You stand like that without a care in the world, losing track of the world around you.

With Tiffany's breath hot on your neck your surroundings are like a dream. The driver staring at your bare young pussy with his eyes bulging: the crowd of people at the front of the bus staring at your sex that is completely, shamelessly on display:
phones make clicking and whirring sounds.

"Slut!" various voices say, some condemning, others lewd, but you only hear it said by Tiffany.

“You can probably stop flashing the whole bus now," she giggles, pushing you forward as she helpfully reaches around you to where your skirt's zipper barely clings together. Unfortunately, her touch is enough to dislodge the zipper, and the two ends swing away from your body, leaving both front and back completely exposed.

Unaware of your dilemma, Tiffany grabs one of your hands to pull you forward. Normally you'd welcome her touch, but just one hand isn't enough to wrap the miniskirt back around your waist.

"Shameless! Slut! Whore!" your fellow passengers whisper and hiss, accompanied by the endless clicking of phones.

“God you're so brave," Tiffany praises, making you glow inside in spite of your mortification. "I can't believe you're flashing your tits!"

"Wha...?" you look down quickly, realizing that your top has slid down again, baring your nipples and breasts to anyone looking. And everyone seems to be looking. Your fingers loosen on your wayward skirt, instinct telling them to adjust your top.

In your moment of crisis Tiffany tugs you forward again.

"Wow, it sure is crowded today. Here is good," she says, giving you one last tug that sends you forward and in front of her, off balance.

[[Life as a good little girl/And right into the middle of the five guys you teased yesterday]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Stationary at last you adjust your top, only to realize you've dropped your skirt beneath some seats]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You find yourself right in front of your worst enemy at school, who is the sibling of one of Tiffany's best friends]]

[[Life as a good little girl/In spite of your mishaps you straighten your clothes out and the bus ride is uneventful]]

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Life as a good little girl/Put on the handkerchief and skirt

Freds shadow — Fri, 29 Jan 2016 01:51:58 GMT

Freds shadow:

The play dress and shorts are both just too... girly, you decide, and pick up the hanky and skirt. You'll probably be showing more skin if you wear these, but after the day you had showing a bit of skin's not going to bug you as much as it would have yesterday.

"Pizza!" Joe calls out, home already. His arrival creates a dilemma. You love pizza, but you don't want to go out dressed in your skimpy clothes. You also don't want to risk getting your clothes dirty. You're going to have to wear them only when you have to until you get new stuff.

"Could you bring a few slices to my room?" you call out from your door, your head the only part showing. "I'm... not feeling great," you lie, and jump over the bed, slouching down on the other side so anyone looking in would see only your head.

"Hey Stephi," Mark says a few minutes later, standing at the entrance of your room, a plate in hand with several slices.

"Just put it on the dresser," you tell him.

"Nah, I can walk it over," he starts moving toward you.

"N-no, you should..."

"Hey! You're naked! Wow, you turning into a nudist? Or you just like letting guys look at you?"

"N-no, I just... My clothes... Just leave the pizza!" you sputter, nearly ready to cry as you cover your chest and curl up to hide your privates.

"Geez, alright. I'll just put it on the desk," he says, walking past your and the bed to the desk at the far end. He puts the plate of steaming pizza down, taking every opportunity to look over at you.

"Sooo... Need anything else? Hey, I forgot your pop!"

"Forget it! I'm not... I don't want pop," you grouse. "Just get out," you tell him.

"Okay," he says with a nonchalent nod and a lecherous grin, his eyes never stopping their journey over your covered, but naked body. Slowly he walks by, then pauses. "Just yell if you need me," he winks.

"Get out!"

"Going. Fine fine," he says, and finally leaves you alone.

The rest of your night goes by better than that, although it's boring being confined to your room. Without your phone you can't even text Tiffany. You do have an old laptop that Danny - the computer whiz of the family - grudgingly let you have. It's not the greatest laptop, though he did say something about it having the best HD webcam on the market. You don't know why you'd care if your friends - singular at the moment - could see you in HD. The rest of the time it just made for a nice night light since the green light beside the camera was broken and wouldn't turn off. You tried getting Danny to fix it, but he just shrugged.

"That's why I gave it to you," he'd smirked.

Sighing, you slouch behind your bed, legs spread apart so you can put the small laptop between them. Your parents insisted that Danny put parental controls on it, and there was no way you were going to ask him to bypass it like he did on your brothers's computers. It'd be too humiliating admitting that you wanted to watch porn. Instead you had to sneak into your brothers' rooms to use their laptops whenever you wanted to do 'research' for your Tiffany stories. Tonight you settled for just surfing around the web, looking up cheap clothes. For some reason you kept gravitating toward stuff like the outfit Tiffany had picked out today.

Eventually you put the laptop back on the desk, plug it in to recharge, and leave it open as you always do. It makes for a nice night light as it faces your bed, but as it turns out, you don't need a night light since the stupid light switch doesn't work.

"Great. Joe must have 'fixed' it today," you grumble, glaring up at the overhead light that won't turn off.

Just wanting to put the day in the past you crawl onto the bed without bothering to put anything on. Ever since moving here you've found it too warm for pajamas or even covers, so you've gotten used to sleeping naked at night. At first you just stare out the plate glass patio doors at the apartment behind your building, feeling a little worked up at the memory of the day, but with no door you're reluctant to indulge in any masturbation. Besides, you barely ever manage to get satisfaction from masturbation. It just works you up into an excited state. Eventually doze off.

"Stephi, wake up!" a voice exclaims, and calloused, work-roughened hands shake your bare shoulder.

"Sleepin'" you mutter, but the hands won't stop shaking you.

"Wake up, Stephi."

Blearily opening your eyes you look up to see Joe standing over you.

"Whu...?" you eloquently ask.

[[Life as a good little girl/"We've called for a babysitter so you won't be all alone"]]

[[Life as a good little girl/"Put some clothes on and come out to the car."]]

[[Life as a good little girl/"Wake up, you were supposed to be at the school bus stop five minutes ago."]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe is going to work and no one else is home. It's time for school, but you pretend to be sick.]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Put on the handkerchief and skirt

Freds shadow — Fri, 29 Jan 2016 01:46:22 GMT

Freds shadow:

The play dress and shorts are both just too... girly, you decide, and pick up the hanky and skirt. You'll probably be showing more skin if you wear these, but after the day you had showing a bit of skin's not going to bug you as much as it would have yesterday.

"Pizza!" Joe calls out, home already. His arrival creates a dilemma. You love pizza, but you don't want to go out dressed in your skimpy clothes. You also don't want to risk getting your clothes dirty. You're going to have to wear them only when you have to until you get new stuff.

"Could you bring a few slices to my room?" you call out from your door, your head the only part showing. "I'm... not feeling great," you lie, and jump over the bed, slouching down on the other side so anyone looking in would see only your head.

"Hey Stephi," Mark says a few minutes later, standing at the entrance of your room, a plate in hand with several slices.

"Just put it on the dresser," you tell him.

"Nah, I can walk it over," he starts moving toward you.

"N-no, you should..."

"Hey! You're naked! Wow, you turning into a nudist? Or you just like letting guys look at you?"

"N-no, I just... My clothes... Just leave the pizza!" you sputter, nearly ready to cry as you cover your chest and curl up to hide your privates.

"Geez, alright. I'll just put it on the desk," he says, walking past your and the bed to the desk at the far end. He puts the plate of steaming pizza down, taking every opportunity to look over at you.

"Sooo... Need anything else? Hey, I forgot your pop!"

"Forget it! I'm not... I don't want pop," you grouse. "Just get out," you tell him.

"Okay," he says with a nonchalent nod and a lecherous grin, his eyes never stopping their journey over your covered, but naked body. Slowly he walks by, then pauses. "Just yell if you need me," he winks.

"Get out!"

"Going. Fine fine," he says, and finally leaves you alone.

The rest of your night goes by better than that, although it's boring being confined to your room. Without your phone you can't even text Tiffany. You do have an old laptop that Danny - the computer whiz of the family - grudgingly let you have. It's not the greatest laptop, though he did say something about it having the best HD webcam on the market. You don't know why you'd care if your friends - singular at the moment - could see you in HD. The rest of the time it just made for a nice night light since the green light beside the camera was broken and wouldn't turn off. You tried getting Danny to fix it, but he just shrugged.

"That's why I gave it to you," he'd smirked.

Sighing, you slouch behind your bed, legs spread apart so you can put the small laptop between them. Your parents insisted that Danny put parental controls on it, and there was no way you were going to ask him to bypass it like he did on your brothers's computers. It'd be too humiliating admitting that you wanted to watch porn. Instead you had to sneak into your brothers' rooms to use their laptops whenever you wanted to do 'research' for your Tiffany stories. Tonight you settled for just surfing around the web, looking up cheap clothes. For some reason you kept gravitating toward stuff like the outfit Tiffany had picked out today.

Eventually you put the laptop back on the desk, plug it in to recharge, and leave it open as you always do. It makes for a nice night light as it faces your bed, but as it turns out, you don't need a night light since the stupid light switch doesn't work.

"Great. Joe must have 'fixed' it today," you grumble, glaring up at the overhead light that won't turn off.

Just wanting to put the day in the past you crawl onto the bed without bothering to put anything on. Ever since moving here you've found it too warm for pajamas or even covers, so you've gotten used to sleeping naked at night. At first you just stare out the plate glass patio doors at the apartment behind your building, feeling a little worked up at the memory of the day, but with no door you're reluctant to indulge in any masturbation. Besides, you barely ever manage to get satisfaction from masturbation. It just works you up into an excited state. Eventually doze off.

"Stephi, wake up!" a voice exclaims, and calloused, work-roughened hands shake your bare shoulder.

"Sleepin'" you mutter, but the hands won't stop shaking you.

"Wake up, Stephi."

Blearily opening your eyes you look up to see Joe standing over you.

"Whu...?" you eloquently ask.

[[Life as a good little girl/"We've called for a babysitter so you won't be all alone"]]

[[Life as a good little girl/"Put some clothes on and come out to the car."]]

[[Life as a good little girl/"Wake up, you were supposed to be at the school bus stop five minutes ago."]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Joe is going to work and no one else is home. It's time for school, but you decide to call in sick.]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Masturbate with your brother's cum

Freds shadow — Fri, 29 Jan 2016 01:44:24 GMT

Freds shadow:

Viscuous white liquid continues to trickle between your small, but engorged lips, the sensation driving you crazy. A couple of drops fall, splattering your face, leaving streaks of cum on you.

Just like a pornstar, you think, and your pussy spasms, feeling even better than before. Why didn't Mark fuck you a little longer? A little rougher? Sure, your butthole hurts, but it felt so good.

Forgetting that you're bent in half you reach up with your hands, one finger approaching your slightly gaping asshole, the other zooming in on your incredibly sensitive sex.

Both hands reach their targets and your legs nearly buckle as a mini-quake hits you, threatening to jar loose another drop of the white liquid.

Unable to resist you slide a finger in each orifice, your pussy too wet to resist, and your asshole still gaping from its recent fucking. They each sing in happiness at the intrusion. Your rear still feels sore from being fucked so roughly, but it feels so right, like you'd be happy to have it happen again and again. You stick a couple of fingers into your ass, pumping vigorously, the same way that he'd been fucking you moments before.

When no more quakes hit you slide another finger in. Meanwhile the finger at your cunt catches the baby batter before it can fall, shoving it deep into your horny pussy, feeding it deeper and deeper as you finger fuck yourself. A second finger joins the first, sliding past the tight entrance thanks to the slippery lube of your own juices.

The more you finger-fuck your ass with three fingers the more white spunk dribbles out, flowing sluggishly down to your pussy. Impatient for more cum you struggle to add a fourth small finger, and are rewarded with a jolt of pain and a glob of white semen that you immediately scoop up and jam inside your delighted pussy, trying hard to push it deep enough that it'll never come out again.

"So goo-ood," you moan, sensing that there's another level even better than the mini-quakes.

Desperate to reach it you struggle to a third finger into your greased up pussy and fuck your asshole even harder with you other fingers. Your previously unused holes protest mightily, but that just spurs you on to be even rougher, emulating the big men in the porn videos you've watched.

No matter how much you punish your two fuck holes Mark's cum slows to a trickle. You're all but punching your own asshole to try and get more out, your fingers feeling around inside you as they seek out more liquid, but there is no more to be found. Below, your fingers push the last of the white liquid deeper into your pussy, painting your virgin walls white.

In spite of the pain and the pleasure you still can't reach that next level, that explosion of goodness that you feel is just a tiny moment away.

"I... I can't cuuummmm," you complain, forgetting that Mark's there. Then it clicks in your mind, the only logical explanation your lust-fogged brain can think of. The secret of how to achieve orgasm. "I need a cock. A big fat cock. In my ass," you gasp out, feeling certain for some reason. It makes sense, doesn't it? He was fucking your ass, it made you feel good. Then he stopped and you can't make yourself feel as good.

Through the haze of pleasure you heard a sound, one you know and yet can't seem to identify at first. It startles you enough that your wobbly legs give way, and you fall with a squeak onto your back, your feet still up beside your ears and your fingers delving non-stop into your privates.

[[Life as a good little girl/"Oh, that must be my friends. We're going to hang out in my room. I'll go let them in." Mark walks out as the doorbell rings.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/You realize you are being watched from the door]]

[[Life as a good little girl/"That must be mom coming in! Quick, out the window!" Mark urges, blocking the door.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Mark, ready for round two, takes you without ceremony, camera in hand]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/"Wake up, you were supposed to be at the school bus stop five minutes ago."

Freds shadow — Wed, 25 Nov 2015 05:17:07 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with '"What!" you bolt upright,flinging yourself off the bed. For a moment you stare at a wall covered in pictures of girls who are naked, mostly naked, and being gang banged. Then you…'

"What!" you bolt upright,flinging yourself off the bed. For a moment you stare at a wall covered in pictures of girls who are naked, mostly naked, and being gang banged. Then you remember the room switch, and you turn around, looking for your clothes, finally spotting them on the dresser that sits next to the open door.

Joe shakes his head and walks out the door, almost walking into Danny. While Mark is fourteen, Danny is sixteen. For a moment he stares at you like he's never seen you before. You don't think anything of it until he opens his mouth.

"Nice tits, Stephi," he says with a laugh.

"Wh-what?" you stammer, frozen with your pre-selected outfit dangling from your hands. You glance downward and remember, abruptly, that you're naked. You'd think you'd remember that, considering that ever since you and mom moved to this hot city you've been unable to sleep with any clothes on. The reminder makes you blush furiously and you race off to the other side of the room.

Glancing back you see Danny leaning against the door-jamb. Is he checking out your ass, you wonder.

"Could I get some privacy, please?" you say in a cool voice. He just smirks, but doesn't budge. Knowing you don't have time to argue with him you settle for making sure he can't see your front.

Starting with the little skirt you whip it over your ass and around your front. Being a zip-down means you don't have to step into it, just make the zippers touch and pull the zipper down. Unfortunately that proves harder to do than you thought it would be. You can barely get the teeth to touch, and it seems to take ages before you actually get the zipper slotted. Pulling it down proves even harder, and you manage barely two inches before letting go. The zipper immediately slides up a quarter of an inch over the inside of your thigh.

Leaving the skirt for a moment you grab the handkerchief you'd planned on using as a top and eye it dubiously. Will it really fit? Folding it in half so that it's a triangle you cover your breasts and reach around to tie it. Immediately you find out that the ends barely meet, and after fumbling with trying to tie it you come up with the idea of tying it in front and then rotating it. While this makes it easier, it's still hard to tie it, mostly because the ends barely touch. The fabric has only a little bit of stretch to it so you end up leaving the tiny knot as is and rotating it around your body. The handkerchief turns reluctantly until you finally have everything in place.

Except, you realize as you're about to turn, that the handkerchief is actually positioned below your nipples. God, that would be so embarrassing. You nearly ran out of the house with your nipples on full display. Blushing at the idea you tug on the handkerchief. It takes quite a bit of effort to pull it up, mostly because you can't seem to get the knot at the back to move higher. Well, that and your nipples seem to have become freakishly big compared to their usual tiny size. Eventually, though, you manage to get it up so that your nipples - and surrounding area - are just barely hidden. You turn and realize the skirt zipper has slid up three-quarters of an inch and tug it down again as you rush to the door.

"Shoes!" you exclaim to yourself, realizing that Danny has left at some point. Looking around desperately you spot a pair of sandals with a tall heel that you don't remember seeing before. Did you have these all along? They even seem your size. Slipping them on you immediately feel taller and have to grab the dresser for balance. You shuffle toward the door, hands up and out like you're walking a tight rope. Using the wall for balance you manage to make it to the bathroom without any slips and quickly brush your teeth and hair.

Knowing that the bus might already be at the stop - or on the way toward the school - you rush as fast as the heels let you, and manage to get out the door into the hot sunshine. You totter down the street at the fastest rate you can manage, hands outstretched, wondering if you look like a kid pretending she's an airplane.

"Stephi!" Tiff exclaims when you turn the corner, and a sense of relief fills you. If she's here you didn't miss the bus. Or she decided to wait with you for the next one. Either way you're glad to see her.

"Hi Tiff!" you greet her back, and realize she's looking down.

"Like my outfit? I decided to slut it up," you tell her saucily and do a pirouette before remembering the heels. She reaches out to tug on your right arm before you can fall over, pulling you back upright.

"Th-thanks. I'm not used to the heels yet," you laugh.

"Wow. That outfit's... even more daring than the one I helped you pick out," she says, still holding your hand. You feel a flush of warmth go through you at her touch and her clearly delighted gaze. If you didn't know better you'd say she actually looked shocked by how you look, but that's probably just because she didn't realize you could be so daring. You had intended to tell her about your clothing woes, but now that she's looking you up and down like that you vow to keep it to yourself and pretend that it was all planned.

"Like I said, I wanted to dress like the whore I am."

Tiffany's eyes sparkle at your words, and she grins before responding. "Well you should make sure you remember to charge before you get so cock-happy that you forget to charge them. A buck or two up front and you'll have fifty bucks by the week-end."

"Uh... yeah. At least," you force a giggle, looking down a bit bashfully - and to check out Tiffany's rack. In doing so you realize that you've been baring your own minisucle breasts. Sometime during the walk the top had slipped below your nipples.

"Oh. Hah. Oops. I'd better adjust these," you say, and start to turn around in spite of Tiffany continuing to hold your hand. You struggle to adjust them one handedly, and barely manage to slip the top up so that it perches on the very tips of your nipples.

"That's..." you freeze, realizing as you look up that two people are staring at you. One of them is a large, greasy looking boy you're pretty sure goes to the same school as you, and the other is an old man you often see at the bus stop.

"You naughty little girl," the old man says with a lecherous grin.

Wide-eyed, you turn back to Tiffany, forgetting about further adjustments to your top. "Did they...?"

"See all? Drink in the sights? Get hard looking at you? Oh yeah. Completely," she says throatily, winking at you.

Mortified, you feel heat rising through your body, particularly your face.

"Oh look, the bus is here," Tiff says, and tugs you forward as the public bus stops and opens its doors.

Climbing the steep steps is a little difficult in the heels, and when Tiffany stops to show her student ID you're left with your right left a foot higher and the slit in your skirt shows the entirety of your inside thigh.

"Tiff!" you hiss. "I just realized I forgot my school bag."

"Well that's too bad, but it's too late to go back. You'll have to borrow someone else's books, I guess," she shrugs.

"No no, it's not that. I've got my wallet and student ID in my bag."

"Oh. Ohhhh," she repeats, and a smile slowly blooms. She leans over until her ear mouth nearly touches your ear and whispers, "This driver's a perv. Show him your slobbering cunt and I bet he'll let you on free."

[[Life as a good little girl/Pull up your skirt so that the driver - and the very crowded bus - can see your sex]]

[[Life as a good little girl/The bus is nearly empty so the driver demands you sit next to him, show him all the goods, and talk dirty to him]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Put on the handkerchief and skirt

Freds shadow — Wed, 25 Nov 2015 04:22:47 GMT

Freds shadow:

Life as a good little girl/Put on the handkerchief and skirt

Freds shadow — Wed, 25 Nov 2015 04:22:20 GMT

Freds shadow:

The play dress and shorts are both just too... girly, you decide, and pick up the hanky and skirt. You'll probably be showing more skin if you wear these, but after the day you had showing a bit of skin's not going to bug you as much as it would have yesterday.

"Pizza!" Joe calls out, home already. His arrival creates a dilemma. You love pizza, but you don't want to go out dressed in your skimpy clothes. You also don't want to risk getting your clothes dirty. You're going to have to wear them only when you have to until you get new stuff.

"Could you bring a few slices to my room?" you call out from your door, your head the only part showing. "I'm... not feeling great," you lie, and jump over the bed, slouching down on the other side so anyone looking in would see only your head.

"Hey Stephi," Mark says a few minutes later, standing at the entrance of your room, a plate in hand with several slices.

"Just put it on the dresser," you tell him.

"Nah, I can walk it over," he starts moving toward you.

"N-no, you should..."

"Hey! You're naked! Wow, you turning into a nudist? Or you just like letting guys look at you?"

"N-no, I just... My clothes... Just leave the pizza!" you sputter, nearly ready to cry as you cover your chest and curl up to hide your privates.

"Geez, alright. I'll just put it on the desk," he says, walking past your and the bed to the desk at the far end. He puts the plate of steaming pizza down, taking every opportunity to look over at you.

"Sooo... Need anything else? Hey, I forgot your pop!"

"Forget it! I'm not... I don't want pop," you grouse. "Just get out," you tell him.

"Okay," he says with a nonchalent nod and a lecherous grin, his eyes never stopping their journey over your covered, but naked body. Slowly he walks by, then pauses. "Just yell if you need me," he winks.

"Get out!"

"Going. Fine fine," he says, and finally leaves you alone.

The rest of your night goes by better than that, although it's boring being confined to your room. Without your phone you can't even text Tiffany. You do have an old laptop that Danny - the computer whiz of the family - grudgingly let you have. It's not the greatest laptop, though he did say something about it having the best HD webcam on the market. You don't know why you'd care if your friends - singular at the moment - could see you in HD. The rest of the time it just made for a nice night light since the green light beside the camera was broken and wouldn't turn off. You tried getting Danny to fix it, but he just shrugged.

"That's why I gave it to you," he'd smirked.

Sighing, you slouch behind your bed, legs spread apart so you can put the small laptop between them. Your parents insisted that Danny put parental controls on it, and there was no way you were going to ask him to bypass it like he did on your brothers's computers. It'd be too humiliating admitting that you wanted to watch porn. Instead you had to sneak into your brothers' rooms to use their laptops whenever you wanted to do 'research' for your Tiffany stories. Tonight you settled for just surfing around the web, looking up cheap clothes. For some reason you kept gravitating toward stuff like the outfit Tiffany had picked out today.

Eventually you put the laptop back on the desk, plug it in to recharge, and leave it open as you always do. It makes for a nice night light as it faces your bed, but as it turns out, you don't need a night light since the stupid light switch doesn't work.

"Great. Joe must have 'fixed' it today," you grumble, glaring up at the overhead light that won't turn off.

Just wanting to put the day in the past you crawl onto the bed without bothering to put anything on. Ever since moving here you've found it too warm for pajamas or even covers, so you've gotten used to sleeping naked at night. At first you just stare out the plate glass patio doors at the apartment behind your building, feeling a little worked up at the memory of the day, but with no door you're reluctant to indulge in any masturbation. Besides, you barely ever manage to get satisfaction from masturbation. It just works you up into an excited state. Eventually doze off.

"Stephi, wake up!" a voice exclaims, and calloused, work-roughened hands shake your bare shoulder.

"Sleepin'" you mutter, but the hands won't stop shaking you.

"Wake up, Stephi."

Blearily opening your eyes you look up to see Joe standing over you.

"Whu...?" you eloquently ask.

[[Life as a good little girl/""We're going out. We've called for a babysitter so you won't be all alone"]]

[[Life as a good little girl/"Put some clothes on and come out to the car."]]

[[Life as a good little girl/"Wake up, you were supposed to be at the school bus stop five minutes ago."]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Since you're in Mark's room, maybe you can do a little porn perusing to rev your engine

Freds shadow — Mon, 23 Nov 2015 05:59:36 GMT

Freds shadow: Created page with 'Frustrated by not being able to get into the bathroom you toss Mark's phone on his bed, only to watch in horror as it bounces off the other side. "Oh no, please don't be broken,…'

Frustrated by not being able to get into the bathroom you toss Mark's phone on his bed, only to watch in horror as it bounces off the other side.

"Oh no, please don't be broken," you plead with the universe. Mark and Rob, your middle brother, both love their phones. Mark always goes for the ones with the best cameras, and it would be just your luck to break it. You'd never pay him back. Fortunately, as you round the bed you see that it landed on the carpet. Pressing the power button it turns on.

'Hot video, bro!' a text reads, but you're too relieved by the undamaged phone to give it a second look and turn off the screen. Much more carefully than before you put the phone on the bed. As you pull back the corner of a glossy page sticking out from under the bed catches your eye.

"Mark's porn collection," you whisper, staring as if mesmerized, and instinctively fall to your knees. It's funny, but back when you first discovered your brothers' collections it was just one magazine. All their jerk-off material was online. Since then they've add lots more magazines to the collection. Almost all of them involve a petite teen with tiny tits being dominated and degraded by big muscular men with thick dicks. Or at least they look thick to you, since you're sure they're as thick as your fist. Poor Mark's six or seven inches was so much smaller than the average dick - which must be eight or nine inches.

Pushing aside the thought of Mark's dick you pull out a magazine on auto-pilot and flip it open. A small teenager with brunette hair in pig-tails is surrounded by men, shoved to her knees and surrounded by dicks. Flipping through the pages you see her forced to give them handjobs and blowjobs before they make her stand and plunge their thick dicks into the closest orifice. She even gets two of the dicks in her pussy at the same time.

"That must hurt," you whisper, rubbing your wet pussy without thinking about it.

The scene changes position, and the small girl is perched atop the widest dick of the bunch, and is pulled down atop it so that it penetrates her straining asshole. A couple of pictures later the double-fuck of her pussy continues. Cocks in both hands, another in her mouth, it boggles your mind as you rub even more furiously at your own sex, panting heavily.

You're about to turn the page when you realize that the shower has stopped, and you freeze for just a moment before rushing to the door. You're almost there when you remember the magazine is still in your hand. Turning around you run around the bed, reluctantly close the magazine and carefully put it back where it was. It's important not to let your brothers realize you've messed with their porn stashes. If they caught on you'd never get to look at them again.

Rushing out the room you barely make it to your room when you hear the bathroom door open.

[[Life as a good little girl/Take a quick shower before Tiffany arrives]]

[[Life as a good little girl/The doorbell rings. Mark, of course, ignores it]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/What an awesome dream, you think, hoping you can do it again every night

Freds shadow — Mon, 23 Nov 2015 00:49:27 GMT

Freds shadow:

The rest of the night passes with a variety of sex dreams you seem to slide in and out of. You're in the middle of a beautiful one where someone keeps slapping your pussy like they're spanking you.

"Harder," you moan, voice coming out like a grunt. The slapping continues, making you push you butt up in the air.

"Harder," you repeat, louder, and the hand hitting you obliges. It stings, but it feels so good, and the harder the slaps the better. It's like the pain amplifies the pleasure, and soon you're pushing your pussy back into the blows, revelling in the beautiful dream. Abruptly you cry out, your pussy spasming, a slight splattering sound coming from behind you, like rain on a window.

Raising your head you realize that you're awake, and look around in confusion. You see naked women on some walls, pictures of sex on others, and behind you is a large glass double-door with what looks like water on it. From the inside.

"Not a dream?" you think, and look around wildly. The dream seemed so real, and your pussy feels sore. You hear a slight thump in the hall like a footstep, but by the time you think to use the mirror - which reflects the entire hallway perfectly - you don't see anyone there.

"Was I slapping my own pussy?" you wonder, turning back to the window. "Did I... pee?"

Realizing you're on all fours at the end of your bed, your butt facing the window, you stretch your legs out and stand, turning to the window.

"Thank god all those people in the apartments can't see in here," you think, realizing what a view you would have presented to them. You smile at the thought, then remember the liquid on the window. Leaning closer you sniff it.

"I don't... think it's pee," you mutter, leaning closer and touching it. Dragging your finger through the liquid you bring it to your nose, pausing at your lips. You couldn't. What if it is pee, you ask yourself. Shivering, you open your mouth, reasoning that it's the only way to know.

Parting your lips you lean forward that extra inch needed for your lips to touch the glass and lap at the liquid like... like a dog, you think. Or a desperate horny slut. Your hand trails down your stomach, feeling good as it moves toward your crotch, and you lick up more of the clear juices.

"I might be slurping pee," you think, feeling naughty. A happy shiver goes through you as the nearly flavorless liquid seems to disappear upon your tongue. You sink down to get the larger amount toward the floor, and wind up on your knees sucking the clear liquid off the window, still not sure just what it is.

"Hey Stephi," a voice says, and you whirl around, still on your knees, a strand of the clear liquid stretching and snapping.

"Mark!" you exclaim, too panicked by his appearance to think. "I, uh..."

"Want to give me my morning blow job?"

For a moment you're too muddled from the combination of waking up, being caught doing something naughty, and the absurdity of his words. Then you remember you're naked and lunge toward the bed, using it to hide your body.

"Aww, don't cover up."

"Get out!" you yell. "I have to dress..."

Mark grins, shrugging and turning. "Good luck with that," he says, and you remember your clothing situation. Or rather, your lack of clothes.

"Wait!" you call out, and he pauses at the door. "I need to use your phone."

"Give me morning blowjobs and I'll let you," he says.

"What? No!"

"Oh well, fine. Enjoy going to school naked."

"Sch-school? It's monday?"

"Well duh. Bimbo Stephi strikes again. Of course it's Monday."

"I... I really need to use your phone. I need to call Tiff," you plead.

"You know the cost. A morning blowjob."

Grimacing you try to think of your options. All your clothes were thrown out yesterday, and try as you might to think of alternatives your mind keeps going blank, only to imagine your lips wrapped around his dick. Like yesterday. And if you did it once, does it really matter if you did it again? As disgusting as the idea is, a part of you feels thrilled by the thought of having his smelly prick in your mouth again.

'Just think of how thrilled Tiff would be,' you tell yourself. 'Plus, it's the only way. Right?'

Trying not to think about it too much you nod.

"Fine."

"Great! Then get back by the window," he says, raising what you realize is a camera.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna record it. So you don't back out."

"What? You can't record it!"

"Well if I don't record it then you might break the deal."

"What? How does that...?" your head feels like it's spinning from the weird logic. Or the lack of food. You hadn't eaten much last night and you haven't had breakfast yet. You always do get even dumber than usual when you're hungry.

"This is proof that you kept the bargain. That means I can't back out."

"But..." you frown, trying to follow his logic. It seems to make sense, even if you can't help but feel it doesn't. "Fine. But you'll delete the video after."

"Aww, but I was gonna send it to all my friends and some of your school mates."

"You are not! That's the deal. I give you a blow job and you delete the film after."

"After what?" he asks, all innocence.

"After... after I blow you." God, how red is your face right now?

"So you don't want the phone? I mean, I guess we can swap a blowjob for me deleting the video after. Or you can blow me in exchange for me giving you the phone. Which one?"

"No no, I need the phone! I give you a blowjob and you give me the phone."

"Deal," he says with a one-handed salute. "Now get back to the window and turn after I speak. You're ecstatic about giving me a blowjob in the morning, just like you do every day. Act real happy during it. Maybe add some dirty talk if you feel like it."

"Why do I have to act?" you whine.

"You mean you really are ecstatic about giving me blow jobs every morning?"

"I... I meant..."

"Look, guys like girls to be all ditzy and slutty. It's a turn-on when a girl like you reveals her true colors to be a whore who gets on on being degraded."

"That's so disgusting," you mutter.

"Aw, c'mon Stephi, let your slut flag fly. Besides, the sluttier you act the sooner I'll be cumming all over your pretty little face."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Sure. When you've got cum all over you," he leers.

Screwing up your nose in disgust you shuffle over to the window, feeling a bit bashful about letting him see you naked in spite of him already having seen everything.

"Hey Stephi, ready to give me my morning blowjob?" he asks, and you turn to him with a look of pure delight.

"Yummy! I love sucking your dick for breakfast," you say enthusiastically, feeling like you nailed it like an accomplished actress. You start to rise, but he steps forward, motioning for you to stop.

"No no, stay down on your knees. You love sucking cock on your knees, don't you, slut?"

"I... yeah, I sure do," you say with a forced smile.

"You're okay with me filming it and sharing it with all my friends, right?" he asks, and you fight to keep your joyful expression from crumbling. Only the knowledge that he's going to delete the film afterward gives you the courage to stay in character and respond with a vigorous nod and a happy grin.

"I love it when you film me. You can send it to anyone you want. Maybe you can even post it online so complete strangers will see what a whore I am," you say, surprising yourself. Mark stops moving forward for a moment, apparently as surprised as you are by what you said.

"Fantastic. I'll do that and give them your phone number too. Now start sucking, unless you want to lick my asshole again like yesterday? You really seemed to like doing that. Got in real deep."

"What? Uh, no no, m-maybe tomorrow," you manage, cringing inside. God, anyone seeing this would think you're the most depraved little girl in the city. "Aren't you going to, y'know, grab my hair and fuck my face?" you ask. After all, that's what the guys do in all those films you saw.

"I've only got one hand. You'll just have to jam my dick down your throat yourself. It shouldn't be too hard, and I'm feeling pretty horny today so I don't think I'll last long."

"Aww," you pout like you're actually disappointed, and lean forward, opening your lips like you know what you're doing.

In spite of his words Mark does a fine job of fucking your face, and pumps his hips forward and back, his dick hitting the back of your throat as fucks himself balls deep between your clamped lips.

You suck like you're trying to get the last of a slushy, desperately pretending you're not actually there but rather witnessing a porn film. The idea makes it easier, and you start bobbing your head back and forth on his rigid dick, letting the head pop into your throat periodically.

Abruptly he pulls back, his cock leaving your lips with an embarrassingly loud pop. You stare up at him in befuddlement a moment before he grunts and what looks like a string of white shoots out of his dick, aimed straight for your face. You duck instinctively, before catching yourself and bringing your face back up with a smile of feigned delight as his first shot seemingly sails over your brunette head.

"That's it. Paint my face with your cum. I love it when guys splatter my face," you tell him, hardly wincing at all as he shoots three more stripes across your face before one last weak shot goes on your tongue.

"Go ahead and wipe it off. I know you love the taste."

"Yum," you say with a smile, and start scooping the white slime off your skin. It tastes pretty disgusting, although you don't let on. Instead you look up at the camera as you lick the white goo from your fingers like its the delicious frosting of a cake. "This tastes so good. I can't get enough cum. I'm gonna have to find some other guys to suck off at school. Aw. All gone."

"There's a shot in your ha... That's right, all gone," he smirks. "I'll see you tomorrow for the next morning blowjob."

"Looking forward to it!" you tell the camera enthusiastically, waiting for him to signal that the video is over. Instead he backs up to the camera and into the hall, at which point you realize he might just be leaving and breaking the deal.

"Wait! The phone!" you cry out, and his hand appears for a moment, sliding the phone across the floor towards you.

"Oh thank you," you gasp, seizing it and tapping in Tiffany's number. "And thank god he's gonna delete that video."

"Hello? Mark?"

"Tiff! It's Stephi."

"Stephi? What are you doing on Mark's phone?"

"I... I gave my phone to some guys. I mean, they wanted to gang bang me, but I had to get home so I gave it to them as a promise that I'd do whatever they wanted. Um, nevermind. The point is I don't have any clothes..."

"You don't.... gang...? Stephi, what's going on? I'm about to get in my parents car to go to the bus stop. You know, the one where we both take the bus to our schools?"

"The bus..." you pull the phone away and look at the time. "Oh god, I'm gonna be late! Tiff, please, my parents wanted me to get rid of some clothes for a fresh start. Except I ended up throwing out everything. I forgot today was Monday, and I don't have anything to wear!"

"They... what? Are you pulling my leg?"

"No! I need you to bring me something to wear. Anything! You must have something from when you were real small," you say, thinking about how much bigger her boobs are. "I just need something so I'm not totally naked, you know?"

Tiffany giggles a little into the phone. "Oh my Gawd. You are so... Alright. Hang on," she pauses, and a moment later you have to yank your ear away from the phone as she yells. "Mom! Dad! I forgot my homework! I'll be right back out. Oh, and we have to swing by Stephi's place. I got something for her."

Speaking quietly again she says. "I'll see you in five or ten minutes."

"Great..." you start to say, only to realize she's hung up on you.

Peeking out into the hall you see that all the doors are open except the bathroom. Pushing your head around each door you see no sign of your brothers. Thinking that you'll be able to get to the bathroom without seeing any of them you rush forward, only to find the door is locked.

"Occupied," Mark calls out.

"B-but... I need to wash..."

"Occupied!" he repeats. "Go away!"

"But your phone..."

"Throw it on my bed," he calls out.

Stomping your bare foot on the hall carpet you turn to your former room.

[[Life as a good little girl/Throw the phone on the bed and hide in your room until Tiff arrives]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Search Mark's room. Maybe you'll find something interesting, or some payback]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Since you're in Mark's room, maybe you can do a little porn perusing to rev your engine]]

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