Rhonda's eyes sparkled. "Ben, why don't we go to the living room to make ourselves more comfortable?" She looked to Jennifer. "Follow us, slut. Cover your nipples with your fingers and knead your boobs until I tell you to do otherwise."
Ben looked dumbly on as Jennifer covered her nipples, pushing the front of her breasts in and forming a nice cleavage. Jennifer moaned slightly as she started massaging her breasts behind her nipples.
Ben was pulled backwards by the hand by Rhonda, who led him to the living room. Rhonda gestured at Ben to sit on the love seat, while Rhonda reclined on the couch. Ben sat down as Jennifer walked into the room, looking from Rhonda to Ben uncertainly.
Jennifer was flushed. She looked horny, and from the way she looked at Ben, it seemed like she was embarrassed to be almost naked in front of him, and turned on at the same time. Only her moistened pink panties kept Ben from seeing her entire luscious body.
"Jennifer," Rhonda said, "kneel on the couch, straddling Ben. Keep rubbing your tits."
Jennifer looked wide-eyed to Ben, but did as she was told. She walked up to the love seat, and put her right knee to Ben's left leg. Swinging forward, she put the other knee on the love-seat, but lost her balance and collapsed onto Ben.
Rhonda snickered. "Ben," Rhonda commented, "Jennifer's busy fondling herself, so she can't lift herself up. Mind giving her a hand?" --- Ben didn't have any complaints, but he wondered what exactly Rhonda was doing. He reached around Jennifer and, gently grasping her shoulders, righted her.
Jennifer was a sight to behold: fondling her nipples, pushing in her lovely mammaries enough to form a nice cleavage, straddling him just inches away from his hard cock. The way she slightly shifted from side to side on the couch, trying to get comfortable in her exposed position, was intensely erotic.
"What are you doing, Rhonda?" Ben asked despite himself, his throat a bit froggy.
"Just enjoy it, bro," she commented. "I'm in charge of your new girlfriend, and I want to see you treated right."
"Girlfriend?" Jennifer asked suddenly. "No way. I let him feel up my chest, but I'm not going out with him. I barely know him, and he's a loner in school. I'm only naked in front of him because you told me to."
Rhonda's face darkened. "Wrong answer, bitch. I like my brother, and I always hated high-school snobs." She looked at Ben as she continued: "You're going to let Ben touch you any way that he wants to touch you, because you now belong to him. You cannot move away until I say you can. If he wants to touch your breasts, you will hold on to his sides, but otherwise you will keep fondling your breasts. You are not to resist him in any way, or say anything cross to him. Do you understand, slut?"
Jennifer stared at Ben. "Y-yes," she stammered.
Rhonda looked to Ben. "Go ahead, bro. She's yours to play with." |