Commando

Recently my sister Avery, 18, has seen fit to chronicle here some of her more noteworthy activities since she left home last Spring after turning eighteen. I am a year older than she at age 19. She tells of selling sandwiches and coffee to the fishermen down at the dock in a thong bikini where the display of her ample bosom and almost bare ass made her a local celebrity. And later posing in the nude for some bodybuilding pictures for the owner of a local gym. She mentioned washing pickup trucks in her bikini and dancing topless in bars that were supposed to be closed for the virus, but weren't if you paid the required sum. And my special favorite, dancing in the nude on the stage of the movie theater, a performance I thoroughly enjoyed even though I had often seen her naked before. I'm going to add one more story, written from my perspective, not hers, involving her participation in a game we called Commando.

Commando was played at first only by guys and because of the nature of the game everyone had to be over eighteen, in the area called Pretty Marsh, a park by the ocean which is used for camping and picnics and the like. It is open to the public but is largely deserted because, in addition to being huge, there are no real facilities and it is near nothing. But it is heavily wooded and provided an ideal venue for our Commando game of soldiers of fortune chasing after an enemy trying to escape. Each of us in turn had to take the role of the escaping Commando. The only thing you won if you escaped was that afterward everybody else had to take a turn as Commando until it became your turn again. If the Commando was caught he got tied to a tree and his captors could do whatever they wanted to him. I say he, his and him because the participants had always been males until one of the guys introduced his sister who also was over eighteen.

No one objected to the sister playing but it was not quite clear if and how the game had to change to accommodate her. Customarily after the Commando was captured and bound he was stripped as a part of his punishment. And this continued as our new participant had no objection to seeing her friends naked. In fact she appeared to enjoy it and, depending on who the captured Commando was, she added manipulation of the genitals to the torments inflicted upon the helpless prisoner. So things continued as before. Everybody took their turn and everybody gave and got theirs except now there was a girl around. Then one day the inevitable happened and the girl, let's call her Susie (not her real name), finally lost at Commando. What to do? Well, we proceeded as usual and tied her to a tree. A good sport, she did not object, and indeed seemed to enjoy the proceedings. Twenty minute later she was buck naked.

I had of course seen her at the beach before and had been impressed, but having her in the nude was indeed a revelation. She had curly brown hair, including the patch between her legs that partly hid what my sister Avery is fond of calling her bunny hole. She was lightly freckled all over her body except on her now bare breasts and behind, where the sun never, or at least rarely, shone. And here she was, naked, bound to a tree. And then, without violating any orifices except her mouth with our tongues and her cunt with our fingers, we each in turn spent time enjoying the tenderness of her bosom, exploring the sparse patch of hair between her legs and the softness of her snow white behind.

I don't know how long it went on but it must have been several hours. Mostly she laughed, sometimes she cried and with each of us she enjoyed all the pleasure her own body could give her, sometimes on her own, sometimes with one of us finger fucking her or humping her near, but never inside, her girlhood. Alone at night I still get off remembering the pleasure that came with complete access to her naked body. Finally we had to finish the game. We all agreed on how to do it. We untied everything except the rope that bound her wrists behind the tree and helped her down to her knees. Then, each in turn, she blew us. Expertly, like most of the local girls could, including, I guess, my sisters Avery and Maddie, 19. When we were all satisfied we untied her wrists and she got dressed and we all went for ice cream.

Susie played into July and then, having acquired a boyfriend, retired from Commando. Or maybe it's a sabbatical, only time will tell. We wanted another girl and after a month or so enlisted Sydney, who was over 18. If Susie was game, Syd was positively enthusiastic. She had quite a body and an even better reputation. And she fought like hell to avoid being captured. Susie just let you tie her up. I had never seen a girl like Sydney naked and certainly never been sucked off by one. Since we did the sex stuff in private nobody knew for sure but it was rumored some of the fucked her. After a memorable career at Commando Sydney retired and was elected to the hall of fame.

So we needed still another girl. My sister Avery, 18, was the choice by acclamation. I thought she might do it too. She had in the past let my bursa escort bayan brother, 20, and I tie her up, mostly at her invitation because it turned her on to get tied up and worked over lightly and we were considered safe antagonists among the boys she knew. Sister or not the idea of having her naked and helpless was more than we could resist. I never had a girl of my own who was as horny and offered so much physically. And we all ended up getting off, each on his or her own. As late as June she had let us tie her up again. And we paid her. Would you not agree to pay a pretty girl who let you tie her up and strip her naked and let you jerk off on her bare tummy? Of course. And she got off early and often so everybody ended up happy.

So I told her about Commando and found she already knew about it since she knew Susie and Syd and they had told her they had sucked me off. Girls talk. She was interested. We sat down over ice cream and talked with two of the other guys. She said she would confer with Susie and Syd before saying yes. We told her the rules as established with the other girls. If she lost the game she would have to be tied up naked. Then each of the boys could do as they liked to her as far as kissing and touching her. There was no penetration except tonguing her and digital exploration of her pussy. Except that Syd had let selected guys fuck her. To end the game she would have to suck off the guys involved in her capture. So not everybody got blown but everyone could watch her being stripped naked and everybody could kiss her and feel her up. She seemed enthusiastic.

She conferred with Susie and Syd. She blackballed some guys and limited the blowjobs to four guys where Susie and Syd had happily sucked as many as they could stand. And the guys might have to finish themselves. We agreed. We shook hands on the deal. For me a dream come true. I could tie up and do anything I wanted to to my beautiful sister. Well. Anything except fuck her. Just thinking about it was enough to get off on and I did. I couldn't wait. But I had to because there was no guarantee she would be selected as Commando when we played each time. It was drawn by lot among participants who had not been chosen recently and like a dozen guys showed up each time hoping to see Avery nude and maybe getting her to blow them. It took a while.

It took a while. We played and the predicted dozen guys showed up each time. Always a guy was chosen Commando and mostly they were was caught including me. So Avery got to see each of us buck naked but she never touched anyone while they were tied to the tree. Except me, her brother. She approached me and gently traced a line with her fingers down my bare chest to my genitals and put her hands under my balls. I was like instantly erect and my foreskin fully retracted. She tickled me underneath and squeezed me just enough to make it hurt. Finally she wet her hand and began stroking my dick, at first slowly and then faster and harder and faster still and it was fucking unbelievable and it was the absolutely best feeling I had ever felt, just the best feeling a boy can have.

I couldn't fucking believe it and in about a minute I was ready to come and then she backed me off and wouldn't let me finish right away and that was awful and then she started again and backed off and just kept fucking with me like that. Finally she just kept going and I felt that extreme, intense, unimaginable pleasure that comes just as you orgasm and each instant becomes more intense and you actually forget about the world around you and just feel the extreme high as you're getting off and it's so intense and you start to ejaculate and it's just so exquisite and I was so fucking horny and I just came and came all over my sister's hand and she kept pumping away at my dick and it was unreal and I just about died right there in front of everybody and I was totally focused on my dick and cumming and getting every drop out.

Then you've finished cumming and slowly you start to lose that wonderful feeling and your dick keeps leaking cum and whatever for a minute and I became aware of Avery standing there still stroking my dick which was now going limp and gradually the rest of me went limp and I just couldn't believe how good it had felt and the power she had in her hand. It had been the best feeling ever.

And then finally one day it was Avery's turn to be Commando. There were eleven of us. But the main players in the rest of the story are the boys who captured her because they got the blowjobs. There was me, my name is Ray, and Roger Soivin, Bob Hatch and Todd Wheatley. Bob Hatch she had previously dated and they were on good terms and, we all assumed, had at one time been fucking like little bunnies. Bob, of course, wasn't talking. To us, anyway. She had anticipated her turn as Commando. Her clothing was chosen with care, not to accommodate the summer heat but more so she could be stripped with her hands tied behind her. And so she was reasonably camouflaged to help her hide from us. A khaki top with ties at the back gorukle escort of her neck and her back which would come off even with her hands tied behind her, khaki shorts, a Walmart cheap bra and panties that could be cut off and discarded, running shoes and socks.

As usual she looked awesome. Squeaky clean hair and no make-up to speak of. She left her jewelry behind but, we later found out, kept her nipple rings, bellybutton upper ring and a pair of outer labia piercings. She was shaved completely down below. The guys were fucking ecstatic. Girl Commandos got a seven minute head start, guys only five. When we were ready she took off. We swore in blood, almost, we would capture her in the allotted hour. The guys spread out and just took off in the general direction she had headed in. Me and Roger and Bob and Todd plotted our own strategy. My sister was a great swimmer. I figured she would make her way to the cove and swim across where the entry from the ocean was the skinniest. So at the appointed time we headed down towards the water to find her.

We spread out at wide angles but each one headed toward the ocean. The brush was heavy in mid-summer and it was hot as hell in the trees with no wind. The land goes down steeply to the water. We all arrived at the beach without a clue where she was. About fifteen minutes had elapsed. We searched around and found nothing. After half an hour we conferred. Then we got a break, some kayaks were coming in. Bob asked and they said they saw a girl swimming across the channel that led over to the Pirate's Cove side and coming out of the water over there. She was soaking wet and in that little top she had on the youngest boy said you could see everything she had. And that there was plenty. We knew that was her. Bob started swimming across the skinniest part of the channel and we started around on land to get over there. She couldn't cross Pirate's Cove Lane without going out of bounds. If she got back in the water we would see her. She was trapped. About twenty two minutes left.

Bob got over first and started coming back to us. We started toward him like African tiger hunters beating the brush. It was tough. At it's narrowest there was like 400 feet between the road and the shore. Ten minutes, seven. Then Bob spotted her looking at us from behind a tree not knowing he was even there coming the other way. He got within maybe thirty feet of her before she saw him and ran. She was fast and tricky but she was penned in by the road and he caught her. When we got there she was face down on the ground and he was sitting on top of her back. Her wrists were tied firmly behind her back. We showed her the official watch. There was two minutes to go. We phoned the other guys that we had captured her. We forced her to her feet and walked her to a thick clump of trees where we could tie her up and deal with her without fear of interruption.

We found a suitable tree. We made her stand with her back to it and untied her hands and re-tied them behind the tree. She was helpless. And there was no one around. Nor would there be. Slowly the other guys started to show up.

"We can do anything we want to you," Bob told her. Of course during their relationship he already had.

"I told Maddie about the game and where we'd be," Ayve said.

"What did she say?"

"Nothing. It was like she knew."

"Knew what?"

"Everything. Like stripping me and the blow jobs."

"Did you tell her you wanted to?"

"Yes."

"And what did she say?"

"All she wanted to know was who was with me."

"Maybe Maddie will do it too."

"Doubt it."

"You told her you'd be naked? Your sister knows we tie naked girls to trees?"

"Everybody knows."

"They will when they see the pictures."

"Go ahead! You won." she said. She meant strip her.

They started to remove the little top she had on. Roger Soivin did the honors. That would make her happy, I knew she liked him. Of course she was still soaking wet from being in the ocean so you could see right through her top and her cheap white bra. He untied the top behind her neck and pulled it down off her tits. They were really fine, even still in her bra. He pulled the top around so the back was in the front and untied where it had been tied in the back and threw the top down on the ground. I could see her start to breathe a little faster. He put his hands on her chest just under her boobs and pushed his fingers up under the two cups and started feeling her up. Which might not have been a first. Then he pushed the cups up and let her boobs fall out uncovered.

My mouth came open when her tits fell clear of her bra. My throat felt dry. I just looked at her. It dawned on me she was my sister and me and ten other guys were going to see her naked and then enjoy her body. And she knew what we were going to do. Who cared. But it was hard to comprehend. I guess because it was Ayve not Susie or Syd. It felt dreamlike. They had all this white cotton rope cut into various lengths that bursa merkez escort bayan they were going to tie her with. And she'd be there like for hours. Naked. And she knew it and she didn't object. And she was going to blow me because I was one of her captors.

Rog cut her bra off with a small knife. She was now naked to the waist. Her nipple rings and the one in her belly button shown bright in the sun falling directly on her body. Her feet were bare. Her shorts were soaking wet but not as transparent as her shirt had been. I tried to block out that besides tying her up and stripping her they were going to do other things to her. I shivered. I don't know why, I was helping them do it. And she wanted this.

"Let's question her about the teachers."

"She's got to tell!"

"Tell what?"

"About Coach and the teachers!"

"Anything, everything."

"I'm not doing the teachers. You know who is!" She meant Syd.

"Who?"

"Not telling," she said. But everybody knew it was Sydney.

"Hey, you don't want her to tell right away. She will when she's ready. We have hours."

"You want to tell, Ave-ey, don't you?"

"She's not ready."

"Now what?"

"Now what, she's still got her pants on!"

"Not for long!"

"OK, who's next?" Todd was next. He unbuttoned the button that held the little piece of cloth that covered the top of the zipper on her shorts and pulled the zipper slowly down. Then he just kind of rolled the waist band down till you could see the tops of her little white panties. Then he pulled the shorts down by the bottom of the legs and gradually more of the panties came in view and then it was down far enough so you could see the tops of her thighs and then it was down around her knees and then down to her feet.

"Step out of them!" She didn't so he pulled them off her feet. She was naked except for her panties which were about down low enough to show where hair would have been if she had any down there. She breathed even harder than when her tits were bared.

"Teachers! Tell!" Nothing.

"Let's see how long she can last without saying anything."

"I want to watch her for a while." Rog said it. I wanted to too. So the eleven of us sat down. Some guys smoked. Others drank water.

"Give me a drink!"

"No, no drink." She must have been thirsty, it was hot as hell. I looked at her longingly. Imagining how her mouth would feel on my cock. Her wet panties pretty much showed everything she had. Tight against her crotch you could see the outline of her genitals. She made some kind of sound and I could see her bare belly rise and fall. Her face was flushed. Her panties were wet from more than the ocean. We all watched her silently. She was beautiful. She trembled a little and you could see the gleam of sweat on her. And not just from the sun shining directly upon her. We just watched her. She was unbelievably beautiful.

"We should strip her all the way!"

The words hung there.

"Yeah," one of the boys said. Ayve heard. She shook her head. But she knew it was going to happen. She started pulling on the ropes that bound her hands but it was no use and she gave up. After a few minutes she didn't seem to care. She knew what was going to happen and she wanted it.

"I say we take off her panties. Get her naked." We were going to do this. We knew it and she knew it.

"Who gets to do it?"

"Ray, he's her brother!"

"Go ahead, Ray."

"Ray. You." I stepped up to her. I looked her right in the eye and she looked right back. Roger gave me his knife.

"You care about the clothes?" Roger asked me.

"No," I finally said something.

"Let's see what he's got!" We had all seen it before, well me and Bob. I don't know how many of the others but by this time she had danced nude in public at the movie theater. With her panties wet from her swim in the ocean and her own bodily fluids you could pretty much see what was there. Even the hardware on her pussy lips.

I leaned over to my right and slit her panties from the waist band all the way down on her left hip. Then all the way down on the other side. Glued to her body by the wet they hardly moved. I put my hand on the waistband just above her pussy and pulled the fabric down to show her girlhood. That made all of us breath harder, my sister included.

I couldn't look her in the face but I looked hard at the smooth, fatty little lips that guarded the entrance to her cunt. And I wanted nothing more to be inside her. My sister. I tugged the fabric a little lower and let it go. Then I put my fingers on her genitals and felt them gently up and down. And then up to the fat little knob that was her clit. She closed her eyes and gasped. And then my fingers were inside her.

She started to struggle a bit so I thought better of what I had done and took my hand away. I pulled the panties done off her snow white bottom and through her legs from the back and she was nude. Right there six inches from me. And I had never seen anything so beautiful, so perfect, so innocent, no matter how many boys had seen her before me. I would have killed to be able to fuck her. She was breath taking. For a while we all just stared at her. Then a couple guys took themselves out and started to beat off. Then pretty much everybody did. I did. Unashamedly.