Chs. 10, 11 A Summer to Remember (nc, humil, blackmail)
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A little introduction: This is my first story but not my first post.
I received favorable comments to my earlier chapters so I decided to
continue. What follows is Chs. 10 and 11. These are a little slower
than what you're used to, but I hope you read them anyway. Again, keep
in mind this is my first story. Things will pick up from here on out.
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Chapter 10
Chloe made it into the house and ran into the bedroom. She
locked the door behind her then wondered why she even bothered.
They’ve already seen me naked, she thought. Still, the moment of
privacy after such a public humiliation was a big relief. She took a
long deep breath; then, the pain returned. Her hands immediately went
to her crotch. The stinging was unbearable. She thought rubbing it
would ease the pain as it did her nipples, but her crotch was painful
to the touch. She walked to the full length mirror attached to the
bathroom door and pulled up on her pubic mound as delicately as she
could. She noticed that the entire area between her legs was bright
red. "That Shanski kid is a real monster." she said to herself.
"Ouch! Oh, what have you gotten yourself into, kiddo?" Chloe went to
the medicine cabinet and grabbed the aloe lotion she used for
sunburns. She squeezed out a big dollop onto her first two fingers and
smeared the lotion all around her ravaged pussy, paying careful
attention to her still puffy lips. Shanski? Shanski? Why does that
name sound so odd, she wondered. What did he say? He was in my Math
class? That must be it, she decided. Still, something about that name
wasn’t quite right.
"Wow. I mean, WOW!" Wade repeated over and over again.
"Is that all you can say, Wade?" asked Billy with a huge smile.
"Wow," said Wade. The three boys continued to sit silently on
the deck, doing nothing but wallowing in their own wicked thoughts.
"I say we fuck her right now," said Joe finally. "Forget about
seeing a movie."
"But, I really wanna see Star Wars," said Wade genuinely
disappointed.
"Forget about Star Wars!" Joe was flabbergasted. "What’s more
important? Getting laid by a babe like Mrs. Myers or seeing a movie
you’ve already seen 3 times?" asked Joe in disbelief. "Star Wars
sucked anyway."
"Star Wars didn’t suck!" said Wade indignantly. "Only Jar Jar
sucked."
"I’m gonna have to go with Wade on this one," chimed Billy.
"Ha! I told you," said Wade. "Star Wars rocks!"
"I’m not talking about Star Wars, Wade."
"Oh."
"I agree with you in that we should see a movie instead of
fucking Mrs. Myers right now." Billy had that same thoughtful look on
his face that Joe had come to know all too well. This was the look of
someone thinking ahead, of giving up something now for the sake of
something better later. Joe hated that look.
"What are you getting at?" Joe asked halfheartedly, knowing
that the answer would make too much goddam sense!
"First of all, if we go into her room right now with our dicks
swingin’ she might get spooked and call the whole thing off. We need
to let her know we mean business, but ease her into it—-wear her down a
bit before we un-cage the snakes." Once again, Joe had to admit that
Billy was right.
"And another thing," Billy continued, "We don’t know when Mr.
Myers is coming home. Its 4:30 already. What if he comes home when
we’re bonking her?"
"He won’t come home ‘til real late," said Joe eagerly, seeing
an opening. "I’m sure of that."
"No, its too risky. With your luck, Joe, today will be the day
he comes home early to repaint the house. We need to make sure of him;
he could be tricky. And, I don’t know about you guys," Billy paused
for effect, "but when I go into action, I’m goin’ for at least two,
three hours."
"Wow," said Joe and Wade in unison.
"Wade, go hurry up Mrs. Myers," Billy said proudly.
Chloe felt the stinging ease a bit as she let the soothing
lotion work its magic on her skin. Ahhh. I just might make it after
all, she thought. She put some lotion on her aching nipples and sighed
again with relief. She was shaken out of her reverie when she heard
loud banging on her door.
"Hey, Mrs. Myers. Hurry up in there!" someone shouted. Chloe
instinctively grabbed a towel and covered her front. After a short
pause, there came a soft voice, "Um, Mrs. Myers . . . Can I come in?"
Chloe just stood there, staring at her own puzzled reflection. She
didn’t quite know how to answer.
"Uh . . . no . . . that’s o.k. I’ll be out in a second.
Thanks anyway," she said cheerily.
"Oh. O.k. then. See ya in a bit," and Chloe heard heavy
footsteps walking away. That had to be Wade, she thought.
Chloe went into the bathroom and fished around in the
wastebasket looking for the lingerie she had on the day she was forced
to strip. She took it out and looked at it longingly. "Oh, you had
such good intentions," she said to herself. She carefully stepped into
the tiny thong panties and gently pulled them up. She spread her legs
slightly and squatted down a bit. She grabbed the panties with one
hand in front and one hand in back and gently placed the thin material
against her sensitive crotch. She was careful not to let the material
rub her irritated skin. Next she grabbed the waistband at her sides
and brought them up over her hips. She unconsciously did a quick squat
and a wriggle of her butt to get the thong in position. "Ouch! I
shouldn’t have done that." The material was very narrow between the
legs and, once settled in place, only covered her inner lips. Her
outer lips spilled out over the sides and rubbed against the lacy
material. Again, she wished she had never worn such skimpy underwear.
Next, Chloe latched her bra around her ribs, spun it around, and gently
placed the cups onto her tender nipples. With one hand, she held a cup
in place and worked an arm under a strap, then repeated the procedure
on the other side. This time, however, Chloe was grateful the bra was
so small. The tight fit meant her breasts were held firmly in place
and didn’t allow the material to rub against her sore nipples. Thank
god for small miracles, she thought, or is that small miracle bras?
She allowed herself a disgusted laugh. "Your losing it," she said out
loud.
Chloe carefully walked back to the bedroom and looked for the
bag Billy gave her. She picked it up but didn’t want to look inside.
She was afraid of what it might contain. She slowly loosened the
drawstring and peeked inside. "OH MIGOD!" she said with a gasp when
she finally recognized what it was. There’s no way I can wear that.
She tore open the bag and threw the contents on the bed. Out popped a
tiny red and white sweater with a large "NJHS" patch sewn in front and
a matching red and white pleated skirt. It was a cheerleading
uniform! A very small one! It was the cheerleading uniform her Junior
High school students wore. I can’t wear that, she thought, I can’t be
seen wearing that. Then she realized she had no choice. She picked up
the skirt and stepped into it. She had trouble pulling it over her
hips, but, unfortunately, was successful. The waistband was very small
and wasn’t elastic. Chloe had to pull them up high over her hips,
right to the narrowest part of her waist, in order to get it clasped
and zipped up. The hem of the skirt was short to begin with but with
it pulled up high as it was, there was very little covering her pussy
and ass. It barely fell and inch below her crotch. In the back, her
full ass cheeks were pushing the white hem outward. Anyone could
easily see up her skirt if she leaned forward even the slightest bit.
Chloe put on the matching sweater and came to the same conclusion as
the skirt: It was too small, way too small! The sweater fit like a
second skin. The sleeves came up to the middle of her forearm, and the
bottom of the sweater, which would normally be just above a Jr. High
girl’s waist, barely covered her boobs, Her entire midriff was exposed.
Her large breasts filled every other part of the tiny sweater, and when
she lifted her arms even a little, the bottoms of her globes would
appear. She went to the mirror and was mesmerized at the sight. There
is no way I’m leaving this room dressed like this—although, if Steve
were out there . . . .
Again, a knock on the door shook her from her mental
wandering. Someone jiggled the doorknob.
"Get this door open, NOW!" came a shout from the other side.
Chloe knew it had to be Billy, and he sounded really upset. She was
suddenly very scared and didn’t want to open the door.
"Mrs. Myers. Open this door. I’m gonna count to three. One .
. . two . . . " Chloe opened the door.
"Never, ever, lock your . . . " His words stuck in his throat
when he saw the vision standing before him. He was looking at the
hottest cheerleader ever. Knowing that the guys were waiting, he took
one last long look, starting at her bare feet and moving up to her
knees, thighs, skirt, stomach, chest, and finally, her lovely face
where they made eye contact.
"Follow me," he said.
Chloe followed Billy back out onto the deck where Joe and Wade
were anxiously awaiting. When they saw her, they had the same reaction
Billy had. They were awe-struck. Joe recognized the uniform as the
one belonging to her sister when she was in Junior High--two years ago.
"I think Mrs. Myers needs to be punished," said Billy. Chloe’s
eyes grew wide with fright.
"Why? For what?" she wailed.
"One, you’re talking now when we didn’t give you permission,"
Billy said casually. "Two, you kept us waiting ‘cause you were dinkin’
around getting dressed; and, three, because you locked you’re door
without permission." Chloe wanted to say something in her defense, but
thought better of it.
"But right now, we’re hungry. You’ll be punished later."
Chloe felt much relief.
"Go do something with you’re hair, and put on some make-up,"
said Billy. "You look awful." Chloe wanted to cry. She had never
heard such hurtful words. "Get your car keys and meet us at your car
in five minutes. Don’t make us wait," Billy said in a slow deliberate
tone.
"And put on those white, high-heeled shoes, too. You know the
ones," added Joe.
"Hey, nice touch, Joe," commented Billy. Billy was beginning
to worry about Joe.
Chapter 11
The three teenagers were fighting over who got to sit in the
front seat when Chloe walked toward them. She only had enough time to
put on some blush and a thin coating of lipstick. Her hair was pulled
back in a simple ponytail with a white baseball cap over it. She
really didn’t know what to do with her hair. She wanted to look as
simple and non-sexual as possible but didn’t have any time to do it
right. She realized that with her hair in a ponytail, she looked even
younger than if she were merely(!) wearing the cheerleading outfit.
She put on the hat at the last minute as she walked out, hoping it
wouldn’t piss off Billy or Joe.
Conversation stopped when the boys saw Mrs. Myers approach.
Once again, they were astounded at her appearance. The high-heels
caused a natural shimmy to her gait even as she tried to hold the hem
of her skirt down with one hand and cover up her midriff with the
other. She was looking at the ground and was wearing a hat pulled down
low over her eyes.
How can one woman look so different from one minute to the
next, and still look so pretty every time, thought Billy. She probably
would still look great even if she wore a snowmobile suit. The hat was
giving him a hard-on. It made her seem like . . . one of them. "I
like the hat, Mrs. Myers," said Billy.
"Thank you," said Chloe softly.
Joe, too, couldn’t get over the contrast that was Mrs. Myers.
The hat and the cheerleading uniform made her look 16, but the high-
heels and her incredibly full figure made her look at least . . . 18!
"How old are you, Mrs. Myers?" asked Joe.
Chloe didn’t expect this question. She looked up. "Um . . .
24," she responded somewhat quizzically. "Why?"
Joe saw the puzzled look on her face. "Just wonderin’," he
said. "You never told us how old you were in class."
Ugh, thought Chloe. Why did he have to remind me I was his
teacher?
Wade, on the other hand, felt something different; he felt a
tugging at his heart. He saw how soft and delicate she looked, how
nervous she seemed to be, and how beautiful she was. To him, Mrs.
Myers was like a newborn puppy. He wanted to pick her up and cuddle
her. She was just so cute. She was also giving him a raging erection.
"Lets go get something to eat," Billy said finally. "I’m
starving."
Chloe pulled into McDonald’s, extremely grateful they decided
to go through the drive-thru—-something about being late for a movie.
She wasn’t paying attention to their conversation. All her efforts
were directed at keeping her skirt over her crotch while she drove.
"I want three double cheeseburgers," said Wade from the
passenger seat. He got to ride shotgun ‘cause he was the biggest and
he made that fact known to Billy and Joe.
"I want a quarter-pounder meal," said Joe from the seat behind
Wade. "Hey, do you know what they call a quarter-pounder with cheese
in France?" he asked to no one in particular. "A royale with . . ."
"Shut-up, Joe," said Billy. Chloe thought that was actually
kinda’ funny.
"Welcome to McDonald’s. May we take your order?" came a voice
out of the menu.
Billy leaned forward in his seat. "O.k. Mrs. Myers. This is
what I want you to order: Three double cheeseburgers, one quarter-
pounder meal, and two big mac meals." Chloe didn’t like it that she
couldn’t choose what she wanted—-she much preferred chicken—-but was
thankful that Billy at least ordered her something. She was starving.
She hadn’t eaten anything all day except for that half a bowl of cereal
from this morning—-this morning that seemed like years ago. Chloe
repeated the order into the microphone and pulled forward.
"Your total will be Oh Good Jesus!" said the pimply-faced
teenager from the cashier window. His jaw dropped and his eyes went
wide when he noticed the beautiful cheerleader. Chloe felt really
embarrassed. "I’m sorry," he said after regaining his composure,
"that’ll be $18.95." Joe and Wade started digging in their pockets.
"Pay him, Mrs. Myers," said Billy. Joe and Wade stopped
digging and started grinning.
Chloe suddenly became very nervous. "Um. I . . . uh . . . I
don’t have any money," she said meekly. "I didn’t know to bring my
purse."
"What?" said Billy in mock anger. "You knew we were going to
get something to eat and you didn’t bring any money? What’d you think,
that we were gonna pay? I can’t believe this. For a teacher, you sure
are dumb."
"Yes sir," said Chloe softly. She genuinely stung from the
rebuke. Then she snapped out of it. She couldn’t believe what she
just said. Did I actually say ‘yes sir’ to a 14 year old boy? Get a
hold of yourself!
She called me ‘sir,’ thought Billy. His confidence grew. "I’m
still hungry and I’m not leaving here without our food," Billy
continued. He rolled down his window and, after several attempts, got
the cashier’s attention away from Mrs. Myers’ breasts. "Hey buddy. We
don’t have any money but maybe we can work something out. Do you think
our friend here is pretty?" Chloe was horrified.
"Yeah," said the cashier, "she’s a babe!"
"Do you want to see her jugs?" Chloe could not believe this
was happening.
"You bet!" came the enthusiastic reply.
"How ‘bout we get the grub and you get to see her jugs? Sound
fair?"
"I don’t know," said the cashier hesitantly. He was clearly
wavering. The strain of the dilemma was etched on his face.
"We’ll even let you keep the bra." Chloe sank in her chair.
She still couldn’t believe this was happening.
"I don’t know," the cashier said again. "The twenty bucks will
come out of my pocket. I’m not sure a bra is worth twenty bucks."
Chloe was peculiarly outraged. This bra costs almost 60 bucks!, her
mind screamed. Its worth more than your whole paycheck you creep!
"I tell you what," said Billy. "This is my final offer. We’ll
let you see her jugs, you can keep the bra, and you can feel her up.
All for a measly $18.95. Take it or leave it." Terror immediately
replaced Chloe’s outrage. She was being offered as payment!
This was too good to refuse. "O.k." said the cashier, "its a
deal!" Just as Billy and the cashier shook hands, they heard honking
from behind. There were three cars urging them to hurry up.
Billy turned to Chloe. "Go ahead, Mrs. Myers. Show our buddy
your nice tits."
"I can’t do this," Chloe pleaded. "Please, can’t we come back
later, after I get my purse?"
"Oh no," said Billy, "We’re hungry now." Chloe knew she had no
choice. She saw the determination on Billy’s face and knew she had to
do this degrading act. Chloe started to pull up on the bottom of the
tight sweater.
"Hold on," said a voice from the back seat. It was Joe. "Our
buddy can’t get a good look at you from in here. Why don’t you lean
out the window and show him your jugs. Stick your head and chest out
there so he can get a good look."
"Great idea," said Billy. Chloe blushed with shame. They were
making her show her tits to everyone in the drive-thru. Slowly, she
stuck her head out the window.
"Lean out there farther," said Joe. Chloe moved out some more
so her chest was out the window.
"Come on," said Joe impatiently. "Stick your whole body out
there." Chloe managed to twist and sit-up on her knees so that her
thighs were resting against the car door. Her whole upper body was
outside the car and her ass was pointed at Wade.
"Get on with it," said Billy when he saw Mrs. Myers hesitate.
Chloe never felt more embarrassed. She took off her hat and threw it
in the car. It hit Wade in the face. He didn’t see it coming because
he was staring and Mrs. Myers’ wonderful ass and the protruding pussy
mound barely covered by the thong. Next, she peeled off the tight
sweater and threw it in the car also. There was wild honking from the
cars behind.
The cashier was spellbound. A beautiful cheerleader was
stripping in front of him. With her sweater off, he could see her
nipples trying to poke through the sheer material of her bra. The
whiteness of the material contrasted sharply against the deep red color
of her chest. Her tits were incredible! Unconsciously, he reached out
with both hands and cupped her breasts. He hefted them and then rolled
his thumb over her nipples.
"Give him the bra, Mrs. Myers," said Billy again. "I’m getting
hungry." Actually, Billy could care less about the food. He was
enjoying the incredible scene playing out before him. With her eyes
closed, Chloe slowly reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She
held it firmly against her body with her arms but the cashier grabbed
the straps and pulled them off her shoulders and away. Before she
could react, she was completely topless. There was more honking, and
some wild cheers, from the cars behind them. Chloe immediately covered
her breasts with her hands. She looked up and saw three of four other
teenagers, some of them girls, crowded into the cashier window.
"I can’t go through with this," she said looking over her
shoulder. "Everyone is watching."
"We know," said Joe. "That’s the best part." Joe then swatted
her on the ass and shoved her forward. Chloe lost her balance. To
keep from hitting her throat against the cashier’s window sill, she
brought her hands down against the car door. Her breasts were now
fully exposed and thrust forward. There were more wild honking and
cheers. Chloe blushed a deeper shade of red.
The pimply teenager reached out and mauled her breasts. Chloe
winced in pain. Her breasts were still tender and he was rough as he
lifted and squeezed them. This is the first feel he’s probably ever
had, thought Chloe. Then the boy became more gentle, making tiny
circles with his fingers. He tickled the sensitive undersides and
Chloe let out an unconscious moan. She couldn’t help it. Maybe this
wasn’t his first feel. Next the boy pulled and tweaked her nipples
with his thumb and index fingers until they were erect. He rolled the
stiff nubs around and around, sending more unwanted sensations through
Chloe’s body. It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. Her
nipples were already ultra-sensitive from the abuse she suffered
earlier and the boy's soft touch made them feel like they were on
fire. She closed her eyes and simply tried to endure.
Wade couldn’t hold back any longer. He had to feel Mrs. Myers’
wonderful ass. It was literally staring him in the face. He reached
out with both hands and started to massage her cheeks much like the
cashier was massaging her breasts. Chloe let out a gasp at the new
touch. She looked behind her and saw hands kneading her butt. With
her eyes closed again, it felt like there were a million hands all over
her body. She had never felt anything like it. She let out another
soft moan.
The cashier continued to rub her nipples and Wade her ass until
there was a line of cars stretched out around the building. Billy
noticed that the car up ahead was the end of the drive-thru line.
"That’s it, Mrs. Myers," he said finally, "fun time’s over."
Thank God, thought Chloe. She quickly jumped back inside the
car and slumped down deep in her seat. She frantically looked for her
sweater. She looked in the backseat and saw Joe holding it in his
hands.
"Please, can I have that back?" she pleaded.
"I don’t think so," said Joe. "You’ll get it back later. I
think you should grab the food, though." Chloe looked back out the
window and saw the pimply-faced cashier grinning from ear to ear and
holding three large bags. The rest of the workers had their faces
plastered to the glass. Chloe couldn’t look at them.
"Thanks," he said while still staring at her erect nipples,
"and come back any time." Chloe grabbed the bags as quickly as she
could. As she did, her breasts again flashed into view for the patrons
behind her. They honked and cheered some more, putting the final stamp
on her indignity.
"Don’t forget to thank the cashier for letting us have the food
for free," said Billy. Chloe realized that this was actually the final
indignity. She was being made to thank the boy for publicly
humiliating her. This was worse than letting him feel her breasts.
"Thank you for giving us the food for free," she said
stoically. She hated herself for giving in.
"Don’t mention it."
Chloe drove off, topless, and saw in her rearview mirror the
driver of the next car giving the cashier a high-five. She shuddered.
End Chapter 11
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