“Hey guys,” Jordan exclaims, breaking the silence after the movie ended, and rolls over at the foot end of Emma’s huge bed so she’s looking at us, “do y’all want to see something totally crazy?”

I know the tone, but I try to convince myself that I’m just being paranoid.

Emma giggles. “It’s not something gross, is it?”

Jordan laughs and gets up on her knees. She slowly crawls towards me, looking me in the eyes with that dangerous, hungry expression.

“Please,” I mouth and shake my head frantically.

“Watch this,” Jordan says, stretching a leg across my body and sitting down on my chest.

Julia crawls closer. Emma lies down on my other side.

“Please,” I whimper, this time audible, and stare at Jordan with pleading eyes. My pussy gushes, and I pray the others can’t smell it. It’s supposed to be a harmless sleepover. But then, few things with Jordan are harmless.

“Open up,” Jordan says, caressing my cheek.

I squeeze my lips together. This is too far. I mean, she always said she was going to do it one day, show my best friends how sick I am, but I’ve been sure it was just a part of her game, just a means to make me cum harder.

“Riley,” she says slowly, leaning over my head and tugging on my lower lip. “Open your little piggy mouth, or I’ll fetch the glove.”

That does it. I open my mouth with a whimper of defeat. Jordan stares at me while she assembles a big load of spit, and then she lets it drip into my open mouth, holding my gaze, grinning when my eyes mist over.

“That’s sick,” Julia gasps.

“Want too?” Jordan asks.

“Hell, yeah,” my petite blond friend giggles and leans over me, shocking me to the core. I nearly faint with shame when my oldest, best friend adds her spit in my mouth. I stare into her eyes, and I see it, the expression Jordan often has. I whimper through my nose when I see our friendship irrevocably change.

“Why does she let you do that?” Emma asks, eyes wide and glued to the bubbling spittle that fills my mouth.

“She’s a little pig, and she gets off when other girls make her do stuff.”

I want to protest. I’m not getting off. And it’s not about other girls, this is about Jordan and me, no, about Jordan bullying me, and about me hating it – well, at least a part of me hating it. Really. But I can’t say anything with my mouth full, and I don’t dare to swallow without Jordan’s permission.

“Can I too?”

“Of course. You don’t have to ask.”

Emma looks thoughtful. She tilts her head. Then tilts it to the other side. I think she’s having doubts, that at least one of my friends doesn’t accept this sick shit so easily, but when she leans forward, I learn she just took her time to gather more spit. My mouth is suddenly close to overflowing, and I have to make sure to exhale only through my nose.

“You really are a pig, aren’t you,” she says, sounding weird.

“Show them your piggy boobs,” Jordan demands and lifts a little off my body. “Or you don’t get to swallow.”

I want to tell her how this is going too far, that I never meant her to make her threats true. But I think she knows it, she knows it and that makes it hot for her.

A sob escapes through my nose, I and wiggle the pajama top up my body until is bunched above my tits. A tear trickles down the side of my head when Emma and Julie see my wax coated nipples, courtesy of Jordan earlier today.

“You can swallow now,” Jordan finally says, and I close my mouth and gulp until it’s empty.

I take a relieved breath and wiggle the top back down.

“Riley,” Jordan growls, and the small hairs at the back of my neck stand to attention. “Did I tell you to cover your titties?”

“N-no, Jordan,” I whimper. Panic clenches my throat.

“Now I have to fetch the glove,” she says wearily and gets off me.

“Not that!” I yelp.

“You know that it’s always the glove, Riley.” She walks to her school bag and takes out the damn rubber glove and a tube of lube.

“Not with Emma and Julie watching!” I sniffle.

“What kind of best friend are you,” Jordan asks sharply. “You said you don’t have any secrets.”

“This is different!” I plead.

Jordan puts the glove and lube down and reaches for my waistband. I start crying softly, but she pull my panties them down my legs. I mean, I do lift my ass, but I know things will be worse if I don’t, but I look to the side so I don’t have to look at my swollen labia.

“When did you start shaving your pussy?” Julie wants to know.

“Three months ago,” I admit.

“Position,” Jordan snaps.

I hold her gaze for a few seconds, praying to find a little pity in her eyes, but she just stares back and her eyes get narrower. I sob and lift my legs, and I fold my body until my knees are next to my shoulders.

“Emma, Julie, hold her legs, that makes it easier for her,” Jordan instructs, and my friends are far too eager to do as she says. Jordan puts on the glove and trickles some lube on her index finger, then some more on my exposed pucker. “Remind me why you get the glove?” Jordan snaps at me.

“I covered my titties!” I whine.

“That’s right.” She wiggles her finger and pushes, and it slips past my pucker and into my ass. I’m dying with shame, and it gets worse when Emma and Julie tell Jordan how sick and gross this is.

Jordan starts fucking me with her index finger, and my breathing gets faster and faster.

“Riley can cum just from having her ass fingered,” Jordan explains while I fight the shameful, rising arousal. “Something’s really wrong with her. And she absolutely hates it, but she can’t help herself. Isn’t that right, Riley? Are you already close?”

I want to deny it. I want to lie. But I know she won’t stop anyway. “Y-yes, Jordan!” I admit between ragged breaths.

“Good girl,” she says softly, and I hate how that always causes a flood in my pussy.

“Look Julie in the eyes,” Jordan instructs.

My best friend’s gaze locks with mine. She can see the nasty arousal in my eyes now, the breathless desire, the whorish need, and I sob. But the sensations get too much, and waves of forbidden pleasure flood every cell of my body. I cry out and arch my back and jerk with every wave of my release.

Then I slump down, overcome with shame, tears running freely from my eyes.

“She’s always quite docile afterwards,” Jordan says to my friends, still slowly moving her finger in and out of my ass. “It’s the best time to pick her brain for naughty thoughts, or to make her do fun stuff.”

“Fun stuff?” Emma inquires.

“Want to show them your special trick, Riley?”

My eyes snap open. “No!” I say forcefully. “Not that! Absolutely not!” I never talked to Jordan like this. She’s got to realize that she’s going too far.

“Your choice,” she says. “But if you don’t want to, the bat’s back on the menu.”

I close my eyes and whimper. Jordan owns a fucking softball bat, and she’s threatened to teach me to take it in my ass. She even has training thingies, like ass dildos, in different sizes.

“Okay,” I say before I can change my mind.

“Watch this,” Jordan says once more and pushes down on my ass, folding me even tighter.

I lean upwards and open my mouth. It’s only two or three inches from my gash now. And from my peehole. I force myself to relax my bladder, with is harder than you’d think in this position, and the first drops of pale pee dribble onto my chin.

The next attempt works, and a thin stream hisses into my open mouth. I squeeze off before it can overflow, and then I wait, mouth open and full of my acrid piss, until Jordan allows me to swallow.

“You may swallow,” she says generously after more than a minute, and I force myself to swallow.

My best friends are probably never going to talk to me again, and I’ll die with shame every time I see them, but at least it’s over now.

“Can I try the glove too?” Julie asks.

Things are so weird now. Sunday is Jordan’s family day, so we don’t see each other. And I can’t visit Julie or Emma either, not after what happened Friday night. Mom knows that something is going on, but I refused to tell her anything. I’m in my room, brooding and pretending I’m reading a school book.

When the door opens without knocking, I’m about to yell at Mom, but my mouth snaps shut.

Emma closes the door behind her and looks strangely at me.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” I croak.

“It was a spur of the moment thing,” she says, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me. “I was riding past on my way back from watching soccer, and you didn’t call or answer my texts.”

“I want to be alone,” I say, staring at the book.

“I understand, Riley. The stuff you did was pretty embarrassing.”

“Go on, rub it in!”

“Don’t be such a drama queen.” She lays down next to me, also on her front. “So you’re a kinky freaky slut. That doesn’t mean we can’t still be best friends.”

Of all my friends, Emma is the most similar to me. We’re both about five two and have brown hair. We’re both on the flatter end of our class spectrum. And we both love English and hate physics.

“How’s that supposed to work if I can’t even look you in the eyes,” I ask.

“Why can’t you? You look Jordan in the eyes too.”

And here we get to the issue. “And Jordan makes me do stuff.”

“So you’re afraid we’d make you do stuff if you looked us in the eyes?”

“No!” I quickly say, but it doesn’t sound convincing. “Maybe.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“Would you really make me do ... stuff?” There’s a small spark of hope – wrapped in an icy coil of dread.

“Probably not,” she says softly. “I mean, it would be weird.”

I allow myself to breathe a little easier. “Totally weird,” I agree.

“But it was hot.”

“Damn. Emma!” I whine and hide my head under my arms.

“Your Mom doesn’t know what Jordan makes you do.”

I freeze. A cold hand seems to squeeze my throat. “You can’t tell her!” I hiss. “You’re my best friend.”

“But that’s the problem. You’re trying to tell me we can’t be best friends anymore, and if we really aren’t, then why should I care about telling your Mom?”

I almost start crying. I can’t let her tell Mom, or the world will end. There’s nothing I can do. “You’re going to make me do stuff,” I observe, defeated.

“Only because you’re my best friend,” she tells me with a giggle and nudges my shoulder. “Now you need to look me in the eyes.”

I turn to my side and meet her gaze, and it’s right there. “You’re such a pain in the ass, Riley,” she says and giggles again.

When Emma catches me after class and pulls me into the restroom, it’s not really uncommon. But she also pulls me into a stall, pushes me against the wall and stares me hard in the eyes.

“Not at school, please,” I whimper.

She slips a hand under my skirt and inside my panties. “Your pussy says I have to, Riley. It’s hot and wet and full of slime.” Her wet finger finds my swelling clit, and I moan in defeat.

So she and Jordan talked.

She keeps rubbing and stares me in the eyes. “Do you know what only a freak would do?”

I have a few ideas by now. “No.”

She leans even closer. “Only a freak would kiss her best friend’s ass.”

“No!” I whimper. Her fingers rub faster.

“Yes,” she says, nodding slowly.

“No!”

“Yes, Riley. Stop playing miss prim and proper. You’ll do it.” Her fingers fly through my slick folds.

“I ... please ... yes!” I gasp, picturing my face between her pale, tight buttocks, and my knees buckle under the climax.

She kneels on the closed toilet, pulls up her skirt and pushes her panties down.

I tremble when I crouch down and press a wet kiss on her buttock.

But it’s not enough, of course it’s not. She reaches back and spreads her butt cheeks. “You know where,” she breathes.

I whimper when I lean forward, but something draws me irresistibly towards her pink, crinkled pucker. My tongue sneaks out, and I touch it tentatively. It clenches under my touch.

“Make your tongue flat, Riley!”

I let out a strangled sob and lick over the ridges of her pucker.

“Better,” she says. “But we can either do this for the next hour, or you stick it in.”

“Emma-”

“Now!”

The shame is breathtaking in its intensity when I force my tongue forward and push hard against the crinkled ring. It resists at first, but then it twitches a few times and my tongue slides inside in her most unholy of places. The shame doesn’t stop washing over me, and I can’t stop my fingers. They slide in my wet panties and tickle my clit with urgency. And that’s how I come again within a minute, with my tongue in my best friend’s ass, and I cry my release into her butt. I tumble back and bump against the door, but at least I didn’t fall.

Emma rights her panties and skirt and climbs off the toilet. Her eyes are suddenly blazing. “Did you just diddle yourself?” she growls, staring evilly at me.

“No.”

She squints.

“Fuck, yes. I couldn’t help it!”

She never said I couldn’t. That’s Jordan’s rule.

“Wait for me before lunch break. I’ll take care of your punishment.”

“You never said I can’t do that,” I complain. I’m lying naked and awkward on a toilet lid and holding my legs pulled up.

Emma spreads the condiment package of olive oil over the banana she had me buy in the cafeteria. She spreads the remainder around my pucker. “Remember to keep quiet. You don’t want somebody to peek inside.” She pushes, staring me in the eyes, willing me to relax.

My pucker gives and is spread wider and wider, far wider than Jordan’s finger ever managed. It starts to burn, and my ring of muscle tries to clench to stop the intruder, but it can’t, which hurts, yet she keeps pushing the banana into my ass. Tears stream down my cheeks.

She starts fucking me with the banana, watching my expression, and she sees it when the pain lessens and my horny pussy takes over. My little moans would have given me away anyway. “We’ll do the ass thing first thing every morning,” she says quietly while she fucks my ass. “To keep you in the right mindset. And you need to keep it in for a full minute, or it won’t count. You’ll bring Jordan along tomorrow so we can show her.”

I shake my head frantically and cum so hard, my pucker crushes the banana.

She pulls it out slowly and drops it in the trash. My pucker twitches a few time before it closes fully. “Emma,” I start to say, but she cuts me off.

“You need to visit Julia after school and apologize for ghosting her. She’s pretty miffed at you, but you’ll make it up to her no matter what it takes. If you fail, I’ll tell your Mom.”

She helps me put my legs down and sit up without sliding off the toilet. Then she hands me my clothes and watches me put them on. There’s that desire to say something to her, but the words don’t come, and that’s what I feared all along.

Julia’s lying on her bed, but she made me sit on the chair at her writing desk.

“I’m sorry, Julia,” I say contritely.

“You were talking to Emma, but not to me.”

What can I say to that? Emma made me? Emma blackmailed me? Julia hates putting blame on others. “Can I make it up to you?”

“How do you want to do that?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “However you want.”

“It was your fault. Make me an offer.”

That’s Julia. She can be a real bitch. Sometimes I love her for it. Sometimes ... not so. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll grovel. I’ll kiss your feet. Anything.”

She stares at me for a long time. “We’ll keep that feet thing in the back of our minds,” she decides. “Give me another suggestion. But it needs to be precise and something you’d never do for someone else.”

My mind races, and my hands get clammy. I try to come up with something that isn’t as crude as my first thought, but I can’t concentrate, and I see her get more and more impatient. I can’t mess it up, or Emma will mess everything up, and so I blurt out that gross idea. “I could let you pee in my mouth.”

She look doubtful. “Just once, or whenever I want?”

I start to talk, but her gaze stops me. I can see what she wants, and it isn’t just once. When she starts turning away from me, I panic. “W-whenever you want,” I whimper.

“Like right now?”

I gulp hard. “Of course.”

“Come along.”

We head into the bathroom. Thank god she has her own. We both strip, and I kneel down in the shower. She plays with her clit while she steps into the shower with me, then stands over me and presses her vulva against my mouth.

“Oh Riley,” she sighs, and a stream of hot, salty pee gushes into my mouth, “you’re such a nasty freak.”

I swallow as fast as I can, but some of the pee leaks out and runs down over my body. The shame rolls through me, but I grip my wrists behind my back to keep them from straying between my thighs. I sob, and I swallow, and Julia grins down at me.

I have to rinse off before I can put my cloths back on. When I enter Julia’s room, she’s lying on her bed again with her phone on speaker.

“So you did it?” Emma asks.

“She offered it herself,” Julia tells her smugly.

“I wonder what she wouldn’t do.”

“She’s back in the room and heard that.”

“Hi, Riley!”

“Uhm. Hi, Emma.”

“Tell Julia what you did for me.”

I don’t want to, but Emma clucks her tongue, and Julia’s eyes get narrow. “I – I stuck my tongue inside Emma’s ass,” I admit, and I have to hold onto the dresser because the room seems to start spinning.

“She did?” Julia asks, wide-eyed.

“You bet. We’re going to do it every day, right in the morning.”

“That’s sick!” Julia gasps in delight.

“But she did something else too, isn’t that so, Riley?”

My start to sting, because I realize Emma isn’t going to stop. “I made myself cum too,” I admit.

“So I had to punish her. Guess what I used?”

“A paddle?” Julia guesses.

“Tell her.”

“A banana,” I sob. “In my ass.”

“I had her buy it herself in the cafeteria.”

We’re in the handicapped stall, which is larger. Jordan and Julia lean against the side walls, and my tongue slips into Emma’s tight ass. I soon start to tremble, and it’s not just from the strain in my jaw. My fingers clench hard around my wrists. I try to count to sixty in my head, but I quickly lose count. It feels like forever, and I have to struggle against Emma’s pucker, which tries to push my tongue out.

“Sixty,” she finally says, and I lean back and catch my breath. “Your turn, Jordan.” She pulls up her panties and steps to the side to make room for Jordan.

“No!” I gasp.

Jordan turns around and stares me in the eyes. “Did you just say no?”

I start crying, but Jordan knows I won’t resist now, turns around and pulls her panties down. Her pucker is darker, but I don’t think about it. I want to get it over and push my tongue inside her, which she honors with a deep moan.

“Wiggle it!” she orders after a while, and so I do that. It actually makes it a bit easier for my jaw, but I’m more than glad when the time’s over.