I was kind of a mess in the wake of my torturing of Chelsea, so I went home and took a shower and then went to bed.

The next morning I went to the pool for a swim and ran into John and we shared a good laugh over what had happened at the party the night before. We debated whether what I did to Chelsea would turn her off to kinky sex or maybe have the effect of deepening her interest in it. God knows her husband Mark enjoyed all those men fucking his wife as well as being able to screw me.

After sunning myself and hanging out with John, I took my dogs for a walk still dressed in my bikini and a pair of flip flops. It was just before 11 a.m. and pretty evident it was going to be hot, so I decided to get my pups their exercise before it really became overbearing for the little hairballs. Of course, as soon as I hit the park, just about every guy there eyed me and I waved at some of the cuter ones.

I let the mutts have a nice roaming around before I took them home and made sure they got their treats and a nice big bowl of water to cool their internal radiators. I was in one of those restless moods where I didn't feel like doing anything in particular, so I said "fuck it" and grabbed another towel and went back to the pool to go have a dip and kinda kick back and watch all the people I didn't know, which was still practically everybody at that point. I claimed the last lounge chair and dove into the pool, which felt really good after wrangling my doggies for over an hour in the increasingly warm sun. When I came up for air, some teenage guy, maybe about 15, bumped into me accidentally and apologized. I giggled and told him it was okay. He was with a group of three other guys and they were razzing each other and just generally fucking around as kids that age do. I sat on the edge of the pool about ten feet away from them with my legs together in the water. They noticed me looking at them every now and again and one of them, I guess to get my attention, snuck up behind me and pushed me into the water. I splashed water at the culprit and that evolved into them hitting on me.

I had noticed coming out of the shower that when my hair was wet it seemed to take about 3-4 years off of how old I looked. I asked them about themselves and they all went to the local public high school. When they asked me where I went, I told them I attended a well known Catholic high school a few miles away. They asked me how old I was (I said I was 17) and wondered what I did for fun. When I mentioned that I played guitar, "Do you know any Blink 182 songs?" one of the teens, Steven, an approximately 5'7", skinny guy with short brown hair, inquired.. It was all I could do to stop from derisively rolling my eyes. "I'm more of a metal girl," I explained to them. I noticed that all of them were taking peeks at my twin peaks when they thought I wasn't looking and they were all no doubt hard right now, too, which I thought was hot. I was feeling that now familiar slick feeling between my sugar walls. The tallest one, Dylan, asked me if I wanted to come over to his house with him and his pals and jam. "Okay," I replied brightly, adding that it beat hanging out at home with my parents.

Dylan and Steven were brothers, as it turned out and their parents were off to Catalina for the day, so the siblings were left to their own devices. We went up to the third floor bonus room of their folks' McMansion where they usually met to play with their little going nowhere sporadically kiddie combo. Sorry, but I have to call 'em as I see 'em. The first thing Dylan wanted to do, and with a smirk on his face at that, was hand me a Les Paul Goldtop ("spoiled little bastards," I thought to myself. That's a $3000+ axe!), which was plugged into one of those piece of shit Line6 modeling amps, to see if I really could play. "Jesus, the peeps sprung for the expensive guitars and couldn't summon the money for a real amp?" I smoldered in my head. It was pretty obvious that the six string needed a set up and it was initially kinda clumsy getting around on it, but once I got used to the feel, I ripped off a rendition of Jennifer Batten's version of Rimsky-Korsakov's "Flight of the Bumblebee" and then went right into "Canon Rock." "Woah, you're awesome!" Jason, one of the aforementioned pals of the brothers, blurted. Then Steven asked me if I knew any Green Day tunes. "Jesus fucking Christ," I raged in my brain, "do you guys listen to anything that isn't just easy beginner barre chords moved around the neck?" Nonetheless, I knew "American Idiot" and "Basket Case," so I taught those to them, though it took a while. Obviously, practicing wasn't a strong suit with them. I was also surprised that they didn't already know what were songs that had been around a while. Lazy fuckers.

I opted to revert to full girly mode and began peppering them with questions about their personal lives. Dylan revealed that his little brother hadn't had a girlfriend yet. I acted like I was sad for him. This was also my chance to tease him and his sibling. "Sit next to me Steven," I directed, patting the couch cushion with my righthand. When he did so, I instructed him that he needed some practice in how to keep a girlfriend once he got one. The expressions on the faces of Dylan and the other three were priceless! I took his righthand and brought it to my left cheek and told him to kiss me softly. He gave me a quick peck on the lips. I giggled and commanded him to try again. He was so nervous it was really cute. I rubbed my righthand on the inside of his thigh. A little more sure of himself, he gave me a nice lingering kiss. I kissed him back and fed him a little tongue before pulling away. "Okay baby, take it slow and focus on setting a mood with your kisses." He kissed me again, wrapping his pipe cleaner arms around me. He actually moaned into my mouth, which, remembering my experience as a guy, meant he was not only majorly hard and leaking copious amounts of precum into his shorts, but he desperately wanted to fuck me. And the other three were envying what I would later learn was a 14 year old. "Now remember sweety, girls are interested in atmosphere and how you get there, not going from zero to hardcore fucking as soon as possible, understand?" I inculcated, flashing him my most coquettish facial expression. He nodded his head yes and then kissed me again. He was really going at me now and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth. I pushed him off, reminding him again to take ti slower. I admit I was wet and turned on, but I didn't feel comfortable going any further with such a young guy at that juncture. I gave him one more quick kiss and I joked that now he can say his first kiss was with an older woman.

The room was silent as none of them knew what to say after that little display. I picked one of the guitars off its stand and went into the beginning riff of Metallica's "Battery." Of course, they wanted me to teach that to them, too, and after about four hours Dylan and Steven got to the point where they could kind of keep the rhythm together. I hadn't noticed the passage of time and I flinched when their parents put in an appearance. It was now 7 p.m. "Damned daylight savings time!" I privately complained. My hair, of course, was dry by then and I definitely looked over 18. At least. Of course their folks wanted to know who "your new friend is" and Dylan introduced me to  them and I giggled and tried to act as young as I could. I didn't much care for the way the mom looked. She was another "Whore Wives of Orange County" wannabe, but the husband was tall and slim and pretty yummy. "I better go home. My mom will be mad if I'm late for dinner," I lied and pissed off back to the heimat, where I laughed at how much cum was going to be splooged by the quartet I just cockteased that night.

The next time I saw them I was coming out of a bookstore at the mall. I was mostly there just window shopping because I was bored again. I was dressed in just jean shorts, a halter top, flip flops panties and a bra since it was another 90 degree SoCal day. After giving them all hugs, I asked them why they weren't at the beach instead of the mall and they just gave the typical teenage response, "I dunno." "Do you guys want to come to my place and hang out?" I offered, which was immediately accepted. I loaded them into my car and drove them over. When I got them up to my music room, they were knocked for six at all my gear. I have half a dozen different amp setups, one a little Hughes and Kettner combo when I'm kicking back and just watching stuff on my big screen tv, and then five half stacks, all but one having a different pedal board, depending on what tonal characteristics I used each one for plus about 60 some odd guitars.

I showed them different licks and chord progressions and there was a lot of just bullshitting in between that. I needled Steven a little bit about not having a girlfriend yet despite the lesson I gave him. "So have any of you guys had sex yet?" I wickedly insinuated. They hadn't, they all confessed, though two of them, Dylan and one of the two friends, Cory, had current girlfriends. "Unfortunately, that means that when your first time comes, you're probably going to suck at it, " I estimated. I lectured them about how to last when they lose their virginity. "Have any of you guys eaten a girl out?" I interrogated. None of them had. "You definitely need to learn how to do that because you ain't getting any blowjobs if you don't do it," I insisted. "Do you want to learn?" I charitably asked. "Are you serious?" the fourth friend, Justin, incredulously wondered. I didn't respond. Instead, I stood up from the couch, put the guitar  I was playing back on its stand and dropped my shorts. I then shed my halter top. "Fuck, you're hot!" one of them noted rather unimaginatively. "Thank you sweety," I said. 'Now look guys, don't tell anyone about  this. I don't want to get a slutty reputation, okay?" I begged disingenuously. They were copacetic with that bit of theater, at least so they said *giggle.

I unhooked my bra and my boobs jiggled out right in front of them. I could already see that, "I want her for lunch" expression on their faces. I kicked my panties off and I was now totally naked in front of a group of high schoolers. I was sure that I was the first woman they had seen nude in the flesh. It would also be interesting to see how they handled this. I recalled how timid Todd became when I became sexually assertive with him.

I sat on the couch and showed Steven and Justin how to fondle a woman's boobs, allowing them to place their hands on mine, which made my nipples instantly erect. Then I permitted them to suck my milk knobs and tried to describe my reactions to their ministrations while Dylan and Cory ate their hearts out and their cocks throbbed. I laid against the seat back of the sofa with my head about halfway down on it and spread my legs, giving them a bigtime view of my hairless beaver. I pointed out the parts of my vulva, the mons, the clit, the labia, the opening of  my vagina and a verbal description of the location of my g spot. I told them to touch my clit since it was the most important thing they would need to identify for this exercise so that they would know where to find it plus I informed them of the differences in sensitivity there many women have and the importance of communication in making things pleasurable for both parties.

I knew for sure that all four of them wanted so badly to play hide the salami with me. "Now listen you guys, when you slide your hand down into her panties, you better know what you're touching and how to stimulate it," I said before pressing two fingers against the hood of my clit  and making small circular motions on it. "Don't rub it too hard," I moaned. "Ask her if it feels good and encourage her to tell you if she wants it rubbed harder faster, etc." I was so wet masturbating in front of these boys my fingers were shiny with the moisture. I told them to move as close as they could while I frigged my pussy. I let out a couple of quivering moans as I approached take off and then inserted two fingers into myself and rubbed my g spot with them while using the heel of my palm on my love nubbin. My eyes rolled up into my head as I was right on the edge, panting and sighing before I had a hard cum, my pubic muscles snapping hard to shoot the sensations of heat up through my body.

"Oh fuck, God, that was amazing," I said breathlessly. "How do you guys feel after you jack off?" I asked. They all averred that they just felt relaxed and glad to have rid themselves of the tension in their cocks and balls. "I feel really relaxed, too and you want to keep that mood going, so be conscious of not rushing things after you get her off," I taught. I then let each one in turn masturbate me to orgasm, pointing out what they were doing right or wrong and to listen to my responses. Fuck, that was hot. I so wanted to suck them all off at that point, too. But a denied man is one who pays attention to his mate, as any Mistress will tell you, so I kept the torture going for them.

I told Dylan to get on his knees and try to eat me. "Don't go right to the clit, baby," I instructed. "make a little love to her with your mouth before you go to the obvious place. Remember, she wants to be validated during sex, so worship her a little," I advocated. I felt him kissing my inner thighs and then licking up and down my slit before he flicked his tongue like a cobra against my clit. I let out a moan and told him to suck gently on it. God, he was taking instruction well! "Keep your facial muscles relaxed baby, make them limp so you won't fatigue before she's ready to go off," I hinted. "Now listen Dylan, if she starts bucking her hips when she cums, keep your mouth on that clit and don't be satisfied making her orgasm just once," I warned. I felt his tongue mashing, rolling and flicking against my little button. "Okay sweety, insert two fingers into me and then very gingerly rub the upper wall of my vagina just inside the opening. It should feel like there are ridges there. Rub the ridges," I assisted. "Oh shittttttttt," I shuddered as I felt the simultaneous stimulation of my g spot and my clit. Two minutes later, My clit spasmed and then earthquake like tremors burrowed through me. I pushed him away and told him that I was especially orgasmic, that different women take different amounts of stimulation to orgasm, so don't expect his girlfriend to be like me.

The other three all took their turns getting their faces wet and I was one happy puppy at the end of it. Dylan subsequently demanded that I suck his cock. His organ was seven inches but thin, kind of a needle dick, but he went off like the Fourth of July when I pulled his trigger and I swallowed a huge plume of his sperm. I did the others in turn, too, so that nobody would feel left out or resentful. We were all rather knackered by then. 'So you guys are all going to make your girlfriends really happy, right?" I laughed. "Shit, you're awesome Miwa," Dylan assessed. "Thanks baby," I said with a pacified tone. "You guys better go. My parents are going to be coming home from work pretty soon," I fibbed. I hugged and kissed them all before they left with grins as big as all outdoors.

That Friday, Dylan knocked on my door just after four and asked me if I wanted to go party over at a friend's house. Now given how one of my wishes had taken alcohol and drugs out of the cultural equation I was curious as to how teenagers were going to keep things lubricated socially to get past their native awkwardness without it. I accepted the invitation and went and got myself whored up in a bright red leather bustier that tied off in the middle to cover my breasts, a studded red leather choker, little red leather hot pants, no panties, matching red lipstick and red four inch heels. I looked like I came with a per hour charge attached to my presence. Just for fun, I took some bondage rope with me, too.

At 7 p.m., Dylan and the others came to collect me. None of them drove yet, so Dylan asked me if we could go in my car and drop Steven and Justin off so that we could pick up Dylan's and Cory's girlfriends. I was okay with that. We met the girls in the parking lot of an elementary school near one of their houses. Dylan's squeeze, a blonde named Debbie, was pretty tiny, shorter than me and with diminutive boobage and wearing a belly shirt, white jeans and sandals. The other one was either Latina or Italian named Maria and she was a chubette, about 5'6" with d cups, I would estimate, a big, but in a good way, ass and long dark brown hair. They were both supposedly 15.

So we arrived at the "party." Actually, it was more like a small gathering than a typical high school blowout. There were maybe ten people there total, including me. The 16 year old son, Brian, of the divorcee who owned the house was allowed to have the place to himself every weekend so that said single mother could spend the three days with her boyfriend on his boat. You gotta love THOSE parenting skills. Of course, since I was the new meat, I was the main topic of interest when I walked in the door. I can't say that the three girls, which included Brian's babe Crystal, a tall brunette with nice full lips and big hips, were entirely glad I was there. Without any intoxicants, things were slow to get rolling socially, too. The guys seemed intimidated by my apparent age and my rather assertive attire. Brian was a smart kid and I talked about gear with him for a little while since he played guitar, too. I also knew that he would get bitched out for talking to me by Crystal after I left or the next day because that is how women operate.

At one point, Brian remarked that I looked like "a sexy dominatrix." I riposted that he should be careful what he asked for he just might get it. When he asked what I meant by that, I told him to put his hands behind his back and I would show him. He was foolish enough to do as I bid and I bound his hands with the rope I brought. "Sit still Brian or you will be punished," I strongly advised him. I bound his ankles , knocked his feet out from under him as I held the hand tie and he found himself hogtied and became the object of mirth to the others. After five minutes and a lot of razzing from his friends, I undid the bonds and cast about for another victim. "You know Maria, it's too bad you won't strip and let me tie you up. Somebody with your body would look amazing restrained," I propounded. She giggled and begged off, but the guys were whooping and hollering and cajoled her into being a good sport. At first, she would only agree to let me do it over her clothes, but then we got her to consent to stripping down to her underwear for her time in bondage. I started with a binding breast harness and then tied her legs together before I did her hands, which I anchored to the ankle tie. I let her remain standing, but I started teasing her. 'You know, there isn't anything keeping me from cutting your bra and panties off and displaying your goodies to everybody," I said with a sinister smile. This provoked more cat calls from the guys as Maria turned as red as a Chinese flag.

I then offered to bind Dylan and Debbie together and they said it was okay. I sat them down and tied them up so that they were at each other's backs like they were hostages. "Okay everybody, tickle them good!" I commanded and that's what happened. This made both of them rather horny and they disappeared upstairs for a while, doing god only knows what after they were set free. After I had done everyone, they wanted to tie me up, but I said no, they didn't know what they were doing and that could be dangerous. None of them pushed the point. It did loosen everyone up, though. Brian and I then did what amounted to a mini-concert for everybody after he brought guitars out for him and me. His playing was more ambitious than it was competent, though and I owned him rather easily.

The other two couples retired to the couches to make out and grope each other. I was talking to one of Brian's buddies, Neil, a cute lanky longhaired 17 year old guy, and he was teasing me, which is a sign that he wanted to bone me. I was touching him a lot to indicate my interest and we mutually decided, nudge nudge, wink wink, to sneak upstairs. There was still no sign of Dylan or Debbie. Neil and I ended up in a guest bedroom and, after he closed the door behind us, I jumped into bed first and then he leapt on top of me. He encompassed my back in his arms and I parted my lips as he covered them with his kiss. I ran my righthand under his t-shirt and up his back, rubbing it while my left was crooked around his neck. I relaxed and allowed him to dictate the action, his tongue exploring the furthest reaches of my mouth as things hotted up. He undid the front of my bustier and pulled if off of me, exposing my tits to him. I felt him lightly fondling them and my nipples were erect right away. With my thoracic garment now decorating the floor, his mouth attacked those nipples, extracting many more than pleasant sensations out of them and steaming up my love canal a treat while my hands brushed his neck and the back of his head.

I rolled my body to signal that I wanted him on his back to get on top of him. I pulled his shirt, shoes, socks, pants and underwear off and scooted down toward the middle of the bed and took his stiff cock in my mouth. He was average size and girth as I surveyed the firmness of his dick with my lips and tongue, squeezing and sucking his prong with my mouth. I heard t he frequency of his moans rising rapidly and I worked furiously over his veiny dipstick, he commending me by cannonading his jism around my piehole. I rounded it up on my tongue and showed it to him before swallowing it.

He fingered and licked my clit for about 20-30 minutes once his balls had been emptied and I was in ecstasy most of that time. His weapon was now reloaded and he targeted the heart of my crotch with it, and oh God, it felt so good when it tunneled into my hole and then kept screwing me, the warmth and rigidity stoking my hot house's humidity and turning my body into a hearth full of molten pleasure that caused me to just about hyperventilate and leave dents with my nails in his back while the endorphins ruled me through the orgasm that Neil made possible for me with his beautiful johnson, his seed from his balls and cockhead rushing into me like the water from a busted dam. I framed his face with my hands and kissed him once he had discharged his gooey cargo at its destination and then held him tight for a few minutes until we had both recovered our energy and senses.