Sara
What the hell! I had no idea why I was in some stranger’s car pulling out of the parking lot. What was wrong with Rylie. Why was my brother going along with this insanity?
“Where am I supposed to be driving?” the man asked when the screaming finally stopped.
“Direct him to that new subdivision,” Rylie ordered Brandon then turned to the man, “and give me your fucking phone.”
“No fucking way!” the man replied.
Brandon gave him directions until we passed the models, then Rylie found a cul-de-sac with vacant lots and high walls.
“Stop here,” she said much more quietly than the last few minutes.
When the car was finally at rest she held phone so the man could see the screen. “This is you, this is your phone,” she used two fingers to zoom in. “This is my friend’s under age boob.” The picture wasn’t clear but for a picture of a picture it was enough.
“Oh shit.” I said at the same time as our driver.
I was so pissed I reached across Emma and hit Brandon as hard as I could. This was all his fault dressing me like a whore and taking me in public. Unfortunately, he didn’t even seem to notice. All his attention was on Rylie and the guy who had a picture of one of my boobs. I had not even noticed the guy. Had he taken more than the one?
“Your phone! Now!!” she said more forcefully.
The three of us in back seat were leaning over the front seat to see what was happening as he reluctantly handed it to the Rylie who immediately began to search through the phone.
“So what’s your name prev?” asked Rylie
“I’m not a prev,” he replied rather weakly.
“Then what should we call you?”
“John,” he replied.
“Yeah right,” she said unconvinced.
I thought she was only looking for pictures of me but the first one she held up was a family. John’s arm was around a pretty blonde woman. He was holding young toddler girl probably one about 2 or 3, while the woman was carrying a baby.
“What is your wife’s name? Jane?” Rylie asked holding the phone for all to see.
He refused to reply.
“No worries,” she replied, fingers expertly tapping away on the phone. “I think she looks a lot like Jenifer in your contacts. Maybe I should text her one of your pictures of my friend. What do you think? John.”
“Please don’t, just erase them so I can get back to work,” He pleaded.
“Which do you think she will like better… one of her little boobie or the one of her tight lil ass? Damn I think I can see a little vag in this one.” She held up the phone for him to see. He tried to reach for it but Rylie was ready.
She handed the phone off to me. The picture was from low under my butt. My vagina lip had slipped passed the tiny blue seam of my shorts. I was more embarrassed than I had ever been in my entire life. Some random stranger had seen my vagina.
“I’m so sorry,” Brandon sighed.
Rylie snatched the phone away from me before I had thought to erase it.
“Please just erase them,” I was now begging Rylie to end this.
Brandon and Emma finally jumped in to agree with me.
“Not yet, I want to see just how much John here likes you.” Rylie turned to face him. “John, can you show my friend just how much you like her?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he said shakily.
“OH, I think you know exactly what I mean. Her hot lil body makes you hard, doesn’t it?”
He slowly shook his head no.
“Well that will just make me sad. I want you to look at this picture of her ass, take out your pecker, and you better make it hard. Or else your wife might be getting a nude picture. Do you think she will like that?” She paused waiting for something to happen. “Go on, whip it out!”
John finally gave in. We were all so silent I could hear him undoing his belt and pants. I didn’t want to be so close to him but I had to practically look over his shoulder to see what was going on. He smelled good, I think he had my dad’s same cologne.
“Pull them all the way down, I want to see your nuts too,” Rylie insisted.
We almost bumped heads as he leaned back to lift his butt off the seat.
“Is that little guy even hard yet!” Rylie exclaimed with a giggle.
A little dick stood up about 4 inches out of his hairy lap. Rylie reached out and flicked it with her finger.
“Ouch!” John and my brother said at the same time.
“Shit! It is a little boner; I think it is smaller than my little brother’s! What do you think Em you’re the expert on little penises?”
“What is wrong with it? Why does it look so weird?” Emma asked ignoring the dig. I was glad she asked because I was the thinking the same thing. It looked a lot different than Brandon’s or Skyler’s.
“He’s not circumcised,” Brandon spoke up.
I had heard the word before but don’t know what it means. I was hoping that Emma might ask what it meant but unfortunately she let it go. I would have to look it up or ask Brandon later.
“Well don’t just sit there get it nice and hard, in fact, I want you take it all the way”
“What?” John asked.
“Show us how that little baby maker works… Make it cum!”
Holy crap Rylie is nuts, she wants to make this guy jack off, in front of us.
“You have to be kidding?” John sounded exhausted, “I still have to get back to work.”
“Well you better hurry, maybe if I sent your boss this pic of your tiny dick he would understand.” Rylie held up the phone for him to see.
John wrapped his fist around his dick and began pumping. As he pulled back the wrinkly skin I saw the pink head that looked more like Brandon’s or maybe more like Skyler’s smaller penis. Then the skin slipped up covering the head again.
Rylie handed John’s phone to Brandon and said, “Make sure they are all deleted, save one until he cums. I’m going to make my own video.” She began a video. I could tell she was moving the camera from his face down to his penis.
“Don’t use your whole fist,” she directed, “I can’t see your little dick.”
He began rubbing it with 2 fingers underneath and thumb on top. The skin slipping back and forth over his shiny wet head which was beginning to turn an angry purple. It seemed to be taking forever.
“I can’t do this with everyone watching,” he complained.
“Well you better fucking hurry!” she ordered, “Think about how much you like showing off you pathetic little dick to little girls.”
“Ohh God!” John grunted after a few more minutes of stroking. He lifted his shirt just in time for a white glob to squirt out onto his hairy stomach. More flowed over his thumb and into his brown pubes.
“Well, thanks for the little show John, or should we call you Jack?” Rylie commented as she got out of the car.
We all followed her lead and headed out towards the park we started in. I saw the car stop at a port-o-potty near the houses under construction, presumably to clean up.
“So was his name John or Jack?” Emma ask.
We all laughed as she looked at us inquisitively. “It is a good thing your pretty!” Brandon said.
“Thanks,” she said taking the complement. We laughed harder.
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