She was my best friend and we had always shared secrets. She had told me how she had played "Doctor" with her boy cousin and had been thrilled to get naked and be fondled by him in spite of the fact I might not approve. She was jealous of my bigger boobs so after I made her promise to tell no- one I told her the experiences I believed made me blossom. I told her everything. The sex and even the spanking and whipping. She was thrilled by the descriptions of sex and agreed that being tied naked and helpless would be exciting but could not believe spanking or whipping could be exciting since her only experience with spanking had just been painful. She even agreed sucking a boys cock would not be bad after I explained that there was no bad taste. Like sucking your thumb except it made men fantastically excited.
One weekend when I was at her house and her folks were out shopping I suggested they might swell if I spanked them. She was a little frightened at the idea of the pain that would cause but finally agreed and got one of her Dad's belts.
She took off her top then put her hands behind her head while I hit them hard enough to make them tremble and turn red while she made little squeals with each lash till she panted, "It is working! I can feel them swelling! Hit them harder!."
This was really making me excited because I could imagine how it felt. I was afraid I might hit too hard but she never complained while they got redder and redder till she stepped back and sat on the floor. She gasped, "They feel bigger and super-sensitive and I have a tingling sensation that goes clear to my crotch."
I told her that was natural and for her to play with her pussy while I joined her. We pulled our panties to one side and began to play with our clits. She began to pant then said, "I can't get over! Having you watch me is embarrassing me."
I told her I would help her and replaced her finger with mine while I nibbled on her nipples. She had a great orgasm but it worried her.
"Oh Jill! That felt wonderful but does that mean we are lesbians?" I told her that was silly. If we were lesbians we would not like boys and she knew how we loved boys.
She agreed but also reminded me that we had never made love to one. She said she had been willing a couple of times when she had been alone with a couple of boys but they had both got scared to go further than just feeling her boobies and pussy. They didn't even do that long enough to get her really excited.
I agreed boys our age were really stupid and that we would have to make friends with older boys. This was not easy. The older boys just thought younger girls were silly and pretty well ignored us.
I noticed that four boys seemed to be a little bolder. They not only commented on how cute our bodies were they would sometimes give us playful spanks on our butts.
One day Jim, the boldest of the four told me his folks were going away for the weekend and asked if Marcie, my friend, and I would like to come over and help them drink beer he had been taking one by one from his Dad's supply and watch rock videos on his cable TV. I had an inspiration. Marcie's birthday was only two weeks away. I suggested that we make it her birthday party. I suggested he invite the other three bolder guys he ran with. I had a plan. I knew how excited Tom had become from spanking me and thought if they gave Marcie a Birthday spanking they might get excited enough to want to make love to us.
We dressed in bulky sweaters and mini-skirts but once we were away from home we stopped at a rest-room to put the sweaters in my book bag and put on t-shirts we had cut off just below our breasts. I had planned ahead by bringing a staple gun. We pulled our skirts down below our belly-buttons then used staples to hem up the skirts till they barely covered our butts.
We both had nice flat tummies and thought we looked really sexy. The boys agreed too. They whistled and had us twirl in front of them to let them glimpse the tiny bikini panties we had found.
I had told Marcie I planned to have them give her a birthday spanking. Since that had been a kind of tradition in her family and didn't hurt. She agreed.
We sat on this huge sectional couch with a boy on each side of us and sipped on beers while watching videos, by the second beer the boys were getting bolder and began touching our thighs. When we did not complain they began to touch our breasts and I decided it was time to really turn them on by announcing it was time for Marcie's birthday spanking.
She was all for it when I told her that it would excite the boys but when it was time she got embarrassed and said blushing that she didn't want to do it. The boys loved the idea and kept pushing for it. She finally agreed when I said I would let them spank me on my birthday.
She agreed giggling, then they had her lean over the back of the couch. This was a great idea because he half-shirt slid down to expose her breasts. Marcie either did not notice or did not care.
The boys cut cards to see who would be first. Bill won but he just kind of patted her on her butt on top of her skirt that had hiked up enough to show the crotch of her panties. It obviously did not hurt at all because Marcie just giggled through the twelve spanks. I said he did not know anything about spanking and took off Jim's belt and handed it to him then flipped Marcie's skirt up on her back. Marcie squealed but made no effort to pull it down again. I told Bill the first spanking did not count and to try again. He did not hit hard but the belt was enough to make Marcie yip at each spank among her giggling.
When he had given his spanks I said, "Let's see how he did." I pulled Marcie's bikini panties up into the crack of her bottom baring her now pink cheeks. Marcie squealed and said "Jill! You are embarrassing me!" But she made no effort to pull them out and when she twisted to say that, her half shirt settled down further to bare all of her breasts while she clenched her legs together and pressed into the back of the couch.
That made it more exciting for all of us when Mike began hitting down on her cheeks to make a checkerboard pattern because now we could see her butt tremble when hit and the red lines left by the belt. I could tell it was getting to Marcie too. She had stopped her yips and giggles to just moan at each lash and she was twisting her upper body to make her nipples drag on the rough cloth of the couch.
When the third boy, Tim. began laying on stripes it became obvious to everyone Marcie was excited. Bill said excitedly, "Jesus Jim. She is getting off on this. Look! The crotch of her panties is soaking wet." Jim just nodded. I don't know whether Marcie heard him or not but I doubt it. She was panting and trembling as she pushed her tits into the couch to drag her nipples.
It was now Jim's turn. He began rubbing Marcie's red burning buns then said, "This is the last set Marcie. Should we make it special?"
Marcie moaned, "Yes, oh yes."
Jim told Bill to go around to her front and pull off her shirt and hold her arms around his waist. While Bill did that Jim unsnapped and unzipped her skirt then pulled it off her along with her panties. Jim began pulling her legs apart. She resisted at first but by then Mike and Tim were rubbing her breasts. She relaxed and let Jim pull her legs apart.
Jim began swinging the belt upward leaving lines from her thigh to the center of her butt. Marcie made low moans then arched her back to kiss Bill's stomach. He let go of her arms to unzip and drop his pants. He was not wearing shorts so his hard dick pushed into her neck. She brought down her face and sucked it into her mouth still moaning and pulsating while Jim began to bring the belt against her pussy while the other boys mauled her little cute tits.
I was so excited I pulled off my clothes and grabbed Jim the minute he stopped hitting her to pull him to the floor while I straddled his dick. Mike went to Marcie's back to fuck her from behind just as Tim pulled my head to the side to put his dick in my mouth. In what seemed a few seconds Jim was grunting and bucking under me. I felt his dick begin to soften just as Tim flooded my mouth.