Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)*Colleen's gone crazy. She's absotively posilutely certifiable. She bought me this fucking camera the last time she fucked up in a way I could blackmail her about. She had to know I'd use it to record this party. Does she like being blackmailed by me and forced to do whatever I tell her?* The party had started off tame enough--Colleen and a bunch of her friends from St. Mary's Girls School with a bunch of lads they'd invited over from St. Vincent's Academy for Boys across the street from their school. Both were affiliated with the Cathedral of St. Thomas Aquinas that sat at the end of the dead end Saints Row.
Just having a party while their folks were out of town would have been enough for him to bust her chops, but then they'd decided that the three cases of Harps and the additional two of Guinness which Pop had in his basement beer fridge by the pool table weren't enough and they picked the laughably simple lock on Pop's liquor cabinet to get at the Bailey's and the Jameson. She was so lucky that he spotted what they were doing and secured and hid Pop's one bottle of Green Spot. The others she and her friends would be able to pool their funds and figure out a way to replace, but the Green Spot was something even Pop had trouble getting his hands on.
Once the hard stuff came out, the party really got wild. Jimmy Finnegan could swear he was filming "Catholic Girls Gone Wild" what with the speed the usually uptight St. Mary's girls shed their tops once the alcohol lowered their inhibitions--or, as he suspected was the case for several of them, gave them an excuse and something to blame for acting like the sluts they were. There was kissing and groping and frottage going on all around him, no one paying any attention to the camera in his hand, and not a single girl complaining if he reached out his hand to do some groping of his own.
Then he spotted his sister's best friend Kathy in the corner of the hall connecting the family room with the den. She had shed not only her inhibitions, but her top, skirt, shoes, and panties as well. She was down on her knees, ass pointed not quite straight at him, with three boys in front of her, licking the cock of the boy in the middle while using her hands to jack off the ones to either side. The only things she was still wearing were the thigh-high white socks that were part of her school uniform and a demi-shelf bra that only covered the bottom third of her respectably large breasts. As he zoomed in to record the way they bounced up and down as her head bobbed on the boys cock, he discovered that her nipples were pierced, with rings hanging down from them, tugging on them as her boobs jiggled.
Having always had the hots for Kathy, he wasn't about to resist this opportunity. Moving up behind her, he reached out and began to fondle her pussy. She pushed back into his hand eagerly and stop her ministrations to the cock in her mouth long enough to purr to him, "If you fuck me in the ass, you don't have to use a condom." Then her head turned to look at him over her shoulder, and her eyes widened when she realized it wasn't one of the boys from St. Vincent's, but Colleen's little brother instead, and he thought they were going to bug out of her head when she noticed he had a digital camera in his hand and the little red light indicating it was recording was on. He absolutely would have taken her up on her accidental offer right then and there, if he hadn't right that moment heard a voice he knew instantly was Colleen's breathlessly moaning, "Oh, Oh, yes." from the den.
Gesturing with the hand that held the camera to call her specific attention to it and emphasize what he had just recorded of her, including what she said, he replied to her, "I'll take you up on that offer some other time. Repeatedly." He could see a fear mixed with total lust come into her eyes, and she caught him by total surprised when she answered in throaty arousal, "Yes, anytime," and nodded to him in the direction of his camera in seeming indication that its contents made her ass his to use whenever he wanted. With his fingers still in her pussy, he popped his thumb in her ass and squeezed the flesh between--hard--while telling her, "Count on it, slut." That final word seemed to push her over the edge and she began cumming all over his fingers. As much as he would have liked to stay for that, he wanted to see what Colleen was up to.
Easing into the den, he found her on the couch which faced the doorway he stood in, her shirt still on, but completely unbuttoned and wide open, her front clasping bra unhooked, exposing big, firm breasts even larger than Kathy's. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, her panties on the floor in front of the couch, and her long, athletic legs spread wide as she masturbated furiously, apparently completely oblivious to the other kids making out around the room. *This is too good to be true,* he thought. *I'm going to be able to blackmail her so much for this one party ...* At this point, he was still thinking in terms of all the video and computer games and other electronic gadgets he could force her to buy for him. *Her allowance is going to be mine for the rest of high school.*
Pop didn't want her working, said there were too many who would try to take advantage of a young girl in the working world, so he gave her a very generous allowance with the stipulation that she couldn't get a job even though she was old enough to now. It was a deal most girls would kill for, and Colleen hadn't complained once, not even out of Pop's hearing. Jimmy's allowance, on the other hand, had been tied directly to what he earned the moment he was old enough to get a paper route. Pop was a firm believer in a lad earning his own way despite the family having plenty of money. Not that Pop wasn't generous. Jimmy's allowance on any given week was exactly twice whatever amount he could prove he had earned through hard work or brainpower.
He was always fair about it too. Like the time Colleen had snuck out on a date and he'd used his cell phone to snap a time-and-date-stamped picture of her returning in rave wear at three in the morning. He got her to buy him a PS3 in return for erasing the picture. He'd been sick with the flu for two weeks prior to that, and thus hadn't been making squat for money, so Pop wanted to know where he came up with the cash. Pop had a hard and fast rule--if you got caught doing something wrong, but admitted to it immediately, your punishment was always less than if he had to force the truth out of you. And if you got caught actually lying to Pop, Heaven help you, because no one on this Earth could. So Jimmy fessed up immediately that he'd gotten Colleen to give it to him by blackmailing her.
Colleen didn't even hold it against him. They both understood that when you were caught by Pop, you were caught by Pop, and refusing to rat on someone was not an acceptable defense. So when Pop turned to her and demanded to know what she had done which she could be blackmailed about to the extent of providing the not inconsiderable cost of a PS3. They both got grounded for that one--he for blackmailing his sister, and she for the long list of offenses involved in her night out. But that week his allowance included twice the cost of a PS3. Of course, Pop then made him pay Colleen back for the PS3, not because he'd gotten it by blackmailing her, but because in the end he hadn't held up his end of the bargain. Even though the deal had only been for erasing the picture, Pop felt that there was an implied clause to keep mum about the whole affair so she wouldn't get in trouble. Since he hadn't been able to do that, a refund was in order. Pop had a funny sense of honor.
As he watched his sister, recording every second, playing the camera lovingly up and down her lovely legs, with a pause for a close up of what her hands were doing between them, before zooming back out to frame her in a shot that exactly included her entire bangin' body, the semi-erection that he'd had ever since the party got out of hand, developed into a raging boner begging to be freed. He rubbed it absently through his pants, but at the moment, he was too busy concentrating on everything Colleen was doing and saying.
Just having a party while their folks were out of town would have been enough for him to bust her chops, but then they'd decided that the three cases of Harps and the additional two of Guinness which Pop had in his basement beer fridge by the pool table weren't enough and they picked the laughably simple lock on Pop's liquor cabinet to get at the Bailey's and the Jameson. She was so lucky that he spotted what they were doing and secured and hid Pop's one bottle of Green Spot. The others she and her friends would be able to pool their funds and figure out a way to replace, but the Green Spot was something even Pop had trouble getting his hands on.
Once the hard stuff came out, the party really got wild. Jimmy Finnegan could swear he was filming "Catholic Girls Gone Wild" what with the speed the usually uptight St. Mary's girls shed their tops once the alcohol lowered their inhibitions--or, as he suspected was the case for several of them, gave them an excuse and something to blame for acting like the sluts they were. There was kissing and groping and frottage going on all around him, no one paying any attention to the camera in his hand, and not a single girl complaining if he reached out his hand to do some groping of his own.
Then he spotted his sister's best friend Kathy in the corner of the hall connecting the family room with the den. She had shed not only her inhibitions, but her top, skirt, shoes, and panties as well. She was down on her knees, ass pointed not quite straight at him, with three boys in front of her, licking the cock of the boy in the middle while using her hands to jack off the ones to either side. The only things she was still wearing were the thigh-high white socks that were part of her school uniform and a demi-shelf bra that only covered the bottom third of her respectably large breasts. As he zoomed in to record the way they bounced up and down as her head bobbed on the boys cock, he discovered that her nipples were pierced, with rings hanging down from them, tugging on them as her boobs jiggled.
Having always had the hots for Kathy, he wasn't about to resist this opportunity. Moving up behind her, he reached out and began to fondle her pussy. She pushed back into his hand eagerly and stop her ministrations to the cock in her mouth long enough to purr to him, "If you fuck me in the ass, you don't have to use a condom." Then her head turned to look at him over her shoulder, and her eyes widened when she realized it wasn't one of the boys from St. Vincent's, but Colleen's little brother instead, and he thought they were going to bug out of her head when she noticed he had a digital camera in his hand and the little red light indicating it was recording was on. He absolutely would have taken her up on her accidental offer right then and there, if he hadn't right that moment heard a voice he knew instantly was Colleen's breathlessly moaning, "Oh, Oh, yes." from the den.
Gesturing with the hand that held the camera to call her specific attention to it and emphasize what he had just recorded of her, including what she said, he replied to her, "I'll take you up on that offer some other time. Repeatedly." He could see a fear mixed with total lust come into her eyes, and she caught him by total surprised when she answered in throaty arousal, "Yes, anytime," and nodded to him in the direction of his camera in seeming indication that its contents made her ass his to use whenever he wanted. With his fingers still in her pussy, he popped his thumb in her ass and squeezed the flesh between--hard--while telling her, "Count on it, slut." That final word seemed to push her over the edge and she began cumming all over his fingers. As much as he would have liked to stay for that, he wanted to see what Colleen was up to.
Easing into the den, he found her on the couch which faced the doorway he stood in, her shirt still on, but completely unbuttoned and wide open, her front clasping bra unhooked, exposing big, firm breasts even larger than Kathy's. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, her panties on the floor in front of the couch, and her long, athletic legs spread wide as she masturbated furiously, apparently completely oblivious to the other kids making out around the room. *This is too good to be true,* he thought. *I'm going to be able to blackmail her so much for this one party ...* At this point, he was still thinking in terms of all the video and computer games and other electronic gadgets he could force her to buy for him. *Her allowance is going to be mine for the rest of high school.*
Pop didn't want her working, said there were too many who would try to take advantage of a young girl in the working world, so he gave her a very generous allowance with the stipulation that she couldn't get a job even though she was old enough to now. It was a deal most girls would kill for, and Colleen hadn't complained once, not even out of Pop's hearing. Jimmy's allowance, on the other hand, had been tied directly to what he earned the moment he was old enough to get a paper route. Pop was a firm believer in a lad earning his own way despite the family having plenty of money. Not that Pop wasn't generous. Jimmy's allowance on any given week was exactly twice whatever amount he could prove he had earned through hard work or brainpower.
He was always fair about it too. Like the time Colleen had snuck out on a date and he'd used his cell phone to snap a time-and-date-stamped picture of her returning in rave wear at three in the morning. He got her to buy him a PS3 in return for erasing the picture. He'd been sick with the flu for two weeks prior to that, and thus hadn't been making squat for money, so Pop wanted to know where he came up with the cash. Pop had a hard and fast rule--if you got caught doing something wrong, but admitted to it immediately, your punishment was always less than if he had to force the truth out of you. And if you got caught actually lying to Pop, Heaven help you, because no one on this Earth could. So Jimmy fessed up immediately that he'd gotten Colleen to give it to him by blackmailing her.
Colleen didn't even hold it against him. They both understood that when you were caught by Pop, you were caught by Pop, and refusing to rat on someone was not an acceptable defense. So when Pop turned to her and demanded to know what she had done which she could be blackmailed about to the extent of providing the not inconsiderable cost of a PS3. They both got grounded for that one--he for blackmailing his sister, and she for the long list of offenses involved in her night out. But that week his allowance included twice the cost of a PS3. Of course, Pop then made him pay Colleen back for the PS3, not because he'd gotten it by blackmailing her, but because in the end he hadn't held up his end of the bargain. Even though the deal had only been for erasing the picture, Pop felt that there was an implied clause to keep mum about the whole affair so she wouldn't get in trouble. Since he hadn't been able to do that, a refund was in order. Pop had a funny sense of honor.
As he watched his sister, recording every second, playing the camera lovingly up and down her lovely legs, with a pause for a close up of what her hands were doing between them, before zooming back out to frame her in a shot that exactly included her entire bangin' body, the semi-erection that he'd had ever since the party got out of hand, developed into a raging boner begging to be freed. He rubbed it absently through his pants, but at the moment, he was too busy concentrating on everything Colleen was doing and saying.