A Former Caterpillar Emerges

"Who the hell is this kid? That's what I was thinking. He's fifteen, calling me hot stuff, and slapping my ass!" Peyton recounted, causing everyone to laugh. "Of course, Lana's being Lana and egging him on just to fuck with the kid."

"Yeah, we're supposed to be having fun with all our friends, and Whitney's furious," Lacey supplied, jumping into the story about a giant pool party when she was fourteen. "You could see the smoke coming out of her ears. So she stomps back into her house, only to return with a giant pitcher of ice water."

"At this point, the kid's using a cringe-worthy line on Priscilla about never tasting chocolate from the source," Peyton added. "As if he wasn't a virgin with the crap he was spewing at every girl there."

"Oh, Hunter, I have a treat for you, Whitney called to her cousin, and when he turns around, she pulls his trunks out, dumping the entire pitcher of ice water inside," Lacey narrated. "Usually, I would feel awful for someone crying, but Hunter's such a creep that even I laughed as he ran inside. From what Whitney later reported, he never left his room until his mom arrived the next morning."

"I can't picture Peyton getting slapped on the butt and not kicking him in the balls," JoJo stated, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

"I think Lana acting as if she liked being called sweet tits had him feeling confident," Peyton revealed, wiping her eyes as well. "That, and he was the only boy at the party."

"He actually thought that line would work?" Skye asked in disbelief.

"Oh, yeah, I can see it. Whitney's cousin is a real douchebag," Austin said. "The first time I met him, he started by asking how many of the cheerleaders I banged. I was barely sixteen."

"Hunter refused to visit Whitney's house for over a year because of the ice pitcher incident. At the next Christmas, she kept on clinking ice together in her glass, causing him to freak out," Lacey recalled, rolling over in laughter.

"Oh, boy. I need to go pee before I have an accident," JoJo announced, hurrying into the cabin to use the bathroom.

"Psst!"

JoJo stopped as she exited the small bathroom off the great room. Looking over at the parents, she noted that they were laughing over an old memory about a summer camp.

"Psst!"

Turning, JoJo looked down the hall toward the den and master suite. Nothing.

"Over here, Jo!" a voice whispered.

Spinning around once again, the brunette saw Lana leaning over the stair railing near the front door. Curious over what she wanted and where she vanished off to, JoJo walked over.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs. I need to talk to you," Lana informed her, already climbing the stairs.

Shrugging her shoulders, the teen climbed the stairs. And she followed the older redhead all the way to the door of the bedroom she shared with Mrs. Tarver. Then, leaning her back against the wood door, Lana's face turned mischievous.

"Lucky girl," she remarked, secretly turning the doorknob. "Have fun!"

JoJo didn't anticipate Lana's hand grabbing her arm, pulling her past her through the now open bedroom door, nor the door getting immediately slammed shut behind her.

"Hey, what the--holy crap!"

Jared lay on the bed, spread out. He wore only his boxer-briefs. Long, silk scarves tied his wrists and ankles to each of the four corners of the bed frame.

"Here I am, Jo. Offering myself up to you for revenge."

"I...I...the hell!"

"The flowers were my Plan A to show you how terrible I felt using the Tickle Monster on you. That failed," Jared explained. "This is Plan B."

"Plan B?! You're on the bed, almost naked!" JoJo realized, her brain finally understanding the image in front of her. Using her hand to shield her view, she continued, "Am I supposed to torture you or something?"

"That's exactly what I want."

"What?!" the brunette shrieked, dropping her hand and staring at the stocky teen again.

"Over on the dresser," the buzz-cut-haired teen nodded to the tall dresser behind her.

Moving a couple of steps over, JoJo noticed the top of the dresser contained two feather dusters, one short, one long, and several pairs of toy handcuffs. Picking up one of the handcuffs, she turned to hold it up for him to see.

"You want me to use this?"

"Uh, no. Those didn't work too. My dad picked them up for us--"

"Your dad knows about this?!"

"Mom does too."

"I feel dizzy," JoJo announced, staggering over to the desk chair.

"So, as I was saying, those toy handcuffs were too small for my wrists," Jared continued his explanation after waiting a few minutes for JoJo to say anything.

"Wait, when did your mom find out about this?"

"I, uh, let's see...oh, it was before dinner yesterday, when the twins were on the video chat for their birthday. She came out to get me in the bunkhouse and saw the bag," Jared recalled.

"Your mother is one sneaky woman; you know that? She told me after dinner to hold off on forgiving you until you earned it."

"Yeah, that sounds like Mom," Jared said, not surprised by his mother's scheming.

"So, let me get this straight; you want me to use those feather dusters to tickle you for revenge?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm here at your mercy."

"Did Lana tie you to the bed?" JoJo asked, putting the pieces together.

"Yeah, I figured she's probably done some shit like this before," Jared remarked with a grin. "We almost had a problem when the handcuffs wouldn't fit. Luckily she snooped around Mr. Diamond's closet earlier and saw these scarves in there. I'll make a wild guess that they've been used for something similar as I'm doing here."

"Wow! Whitney's dad is kinky."

"Uh, no pressure or anything, but could you make up your mind soon. I'm getting a little cold here," Jared admitted.

"I need a minute or two."

The soccer star took almost ten minutes. During that time, she stared at Jared, then off into space, went into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face, returning to study Jared again before mumbling to herself. Making up her mind, she nodded as she went to open up the top drawer of the nightstand.

"So, you decide?" Jared inquired, causing JoJo to whip her head around to face him.

"Quiet! You have wronged me. And you will be punished! Speak again, and you will regret it."

Eyes shooting open in shock, the stocky teen watched as JoJo opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand. If his eyes could widen anymore, they would have as she pulled out a giant pair of black-handled scissors.

"Uh, Jo..."

"Silence!"

Gulping, Jared watched as his childhood friend moved to the end of the bed. There she stood, studying him again before climbing onto the mattress. Crawling forward, the scissors swinging this way and that way, she moved perilously close to his crotch.

Jared's body jumped as much as the scarves would allow as JoJo snapped the scissors open and shut three times. The sound causing Jared to wince. Pleased at how the scissors performed, she reached down to grab the end of his boxer-briefs.

"JoJo!"

"You wronged me by unleashing the Tickle Monster. Now, I unleash my inner beast!"

Jared almost fainted as he felt the first clip of the fabric. Then another as she cut a patch from the bottom of his underwear to the elastic band at the top. Finally, satisfied at her alterations, she moved onto the other side of his quivering penis, where she repeated the process. Jared barely breathed as he held his tongue in fear of further provoking her.

"Now, beg for your manhood, Lockett, beg!" bellowed the wild-eyed brunette. Recalling how a few teammates called her a beast--no, a tigress on the soccer field, she smiled inward, allowing only the slightest curl of a lip showing for a split-second.

However, Jared caught it.

"You...you little brat! I'm about ready to piss and shit myself here."

"Silence!" JoJo demanded, struggling to maintain the act.

"Oh, you're going to get it once I'm free. I'm going to tickle--"

SNIP SNIP

"Don't test me, Jared," JoJo warned him, now back to her normal voice, as she opened and closed the scissors.

"Fine, fine. You got your payback, and it was a good one," he admitted. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, and he searched the top of the dressers, nightstands, and desk. "Wait, please tell me you didn't record this on your phone?"

"Now, why would I do that? We're not close to being done."

"We aren't?"

"Sean and Whitney nearly died today, Jared. Doesn't that make you wonder about life?" JoJo inquired, her voice transforming back to an insecure tone.

"A little. I think it still hasn't fully hit me."

"Well, it's hit me. And I've made some decisions."

"About what?"

"I...I've never seen a dick. I mean, a real-life one in person."

"JoJooo!" a startled Jared exclaimed as the brunette tore the shredded remains of his boxer-briefs away.

"This is your apology, Jared. I want to see it...and touch it."

"Touch it?"

"Yes, but it's so soft," JoJo remarked, lowering her head, so it was even with his crotch.

"Well, I thought a minute ago it might be in danger," Jared defended.

"I want it bigger," JoJo made known, hesitantly poking his shaft with her pointer finger. "Make it bigger."

"Hold on, alright. I need a little stimulATION!" Jared's voice shot up an octave level as a tongue darted out to touch his now growing cock.

"C'mon, Jared. Make this wang grow. Grow. Grow. Grow!" the usually quiet girl chanted, her face inches from the organ she wanted larger.

Out of nowhere, JoJo jumped off the bed, running to the bathroom, worrying her old friend. Then she came sprinting back out, launching herself back onto the bed with a "Wheee!"

"Don't stop growing, Mr. Schlong," she spoke to his stalled erection. "I grabbed us some help." Holding up a tub of lotion, she squeezed a large wad into her hand.

"Aah! Cold! Cold!" Jared exclaimed as the cool lotion hit his skin.

"I want this garden snake to turn into a python," JoJo proclaimed, working the lotion in on his cock as her hand slowly went up and down. "Yeah, like that. Stretch that snake, stretch it."

Maybe Jared should've expected a turn of events like this; he suspected Lana thought it might. But still, watching the sheer intensity and joy on the usually shy JoJo's face was mindblowing. And as he watched her bite her lip in determination and arousal, he let out a loud moan.

"Yeah, you like that, huh? You like my hand jacking your anaconda, don't you?"

"I do...ugh!"

"I'm going to work this sugar stick. I'm going to work it so hard, Jare," the brunette moaned, her voice getting huskier. The slapping of her hand on his cock growing louder along with her breathing. "Fuck," she sighed. "It's getting so fucking big!"

"Jo--JoJo, you might need to slow down. I'm not sure--"

"No! I'm going make this geyser spew a jizz fountain!"

"Fuck! Where did you learn to talk?"

"Porn," she simply stated.

"You watch porn?!"

"All the time. Late at night. I like to watch giant cocks cum like firehouses."

"I can't--FUCK!" Jared shouted as JoJo inhaled almost half his cock at once. "JoJo, what are--"

"What does it look like? Sucking on this lollipop," she said, lowering her head down to his balls. There she ran her tongue around his left testicle, the along his cock's underside, until she reached the head, engulfing it once again.

"You learn...oh, fuck...this from...ugh...porn too?" the experienced teen gasped out, his eyes meeting hers as she looked up from suctioning the top of his cock over and over.

Giving a slight nod and a gargled "Uh-huh," JoJo continued to worship his cock as no other girl had ever done. Leann Cressy's older college-aged sister, Lark, had come close, but JoJo added an extra factor of love to her lewd act. Enough that Jared could feel his limit growing close.

"JoJo, I'm close, real close."

"Give it to me, stud. Pour that candy into my mouth," she demanded.

"Cumming!" her prisoner howled.

Taking the first three ropes of cum like a champ, JoJo faltered on the fourth, the fifth caused her to start choking, the sixth hit her chin as she pulled off, and the seventh she took on her cheek. The eighth and final shot went straight up into the air before gravity brought it back down on the cannon that launched it.

Overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure and the shock at who caused it, Jared's head fell back against the pillow. Eyes closed, his breath ragged, the athlete struggled to say conscious for several moments. Then, a purring caught his ear, snapping him away from slumber.

Opening his eyes, JoJo shocked him once again. He watched as she scooped his cum off her cheek, proceeding to lick it off her palm like a cat with its milk. Flashing an almost feral look at him, she reached down onto his cock and balls to gather up the final rope of cum that never made it to her.

"Jeez, Jo, you like that?"

"I love it," she mewled wantonly, licking the last from her hand. "You need to make more. Much more."

"Fuck, I don't know. Give me a little bit."

"No," JoJo said, panting with desire. "I need more; I want another favor."