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Chapter
2
Caught!
I focused on the popsicle
stick that lay on the ground between Judy and me. Judy and I had
played this game a lot as little girls, but we hadn't played it
in a long time.
My mind drifted back
to that day over four years before when my cousin Ken caught us
playing with Dennis Swenson's penis.
That's another game
Judy and I played a lot as little girls. Despite the spanking and
warning we got from Ken, we continued to work on little boys. Fortunately,
we didn't get caught again. Like the ball game, however, it was
something we hadn't done in a long time.
It was almost impossible
to convince an older boy to show us his penis. Both Judy and I had
many chances in our baby sitting assignments with anything from
infants to toddler boys. Sometimes, we'd help their sisters discover
what their brothers had, but little penises and little boys no longer
interested us.
It really was a shame.
I felt that it would be the last time in our lives that we girls
had anything over boys. Since then, we had been in a competition
with them, and it was all in the boys' favor.
Boys got to do more,
and be responsible for less. I grew to hate the expression, "boys
will be boys." It was a mute testimony that even adults accepted
male supremacy as the natural order of life.
To a girl in junior
high, the biggest thing in her life is school. Even there, boys
got the preferential treatment. The boys' teams had the better funding,
publicity and attendance at games. Even the cheerleaders for these
teams had it better than the girl athletes.
The boys basketball
team had a losing season, and got better "press" than the girls'
undefeated swimming team. Having a dumb jock telling me, "That's
the way it is." didn't make it any better.
I'm sure Judy and I
weren't the only eight-year-old girls ever to play with a penis.
Yet as I watched my other girlfriends grow up, I noticed how they
actually gave up their ambitions and put their needs second to the
boys'. It seemed that as the girls got older, they got more docile,
and the boys more dominant. How I hated to see my "sisters" self-destruct
like that!
All of this was mulling
through my mind as Judy and I played with the ball. Perhaps that's
why I was slow to react to the bad bounce it took off the stick.
It got away from me and bounced behind the bushes along side my
house.
I actually had to get
down on my hands and knees to get it. This put my head on the level
with the window to the downstairs bathroom. I noticed that the light
was on, so I peeked in to see who was down there.
I couldn't believe my
eyes. There was Ken, and he was kneeling in front of the toilet.
He had a magazine which -- well, even from where I was I could see
the naked women in the pictures. What was most exciting, however,
was that he had his pants off, and had his underwear pulled down.
I couldn't get a complete view from my vantage point, but I could
see a little bit of his cock as he stroked it. I was frozen in amazement.
"Susan!" I finally heard
Judy calling me. Based on her impatience, I guess she had called
me several times. I didn't hear her. I turned and motioned for Judy
to come and watch too with a finger raised vertically across my
lips to indicate that she should keep quiet.
She knelt down beside
me and watched as Ken pumped vigorously on his organ. I held my
breath the whole time. We could see his body tense, and were both
focused on his penis as the first of several squirts of white liquid
came splashing out.
Ken grunted. We giggled.
Apparently Ken heard us, because at that moment, he suddenly looked
up at the window and saw us.
For a split second,
I felt a sinking feeling like I was caught doing something wrong.
But then I realized that although we could see everything Ken was
doing, all he could see was our faces.
Judy recovered almost
immediately, "Let's go!" she said, and she was off running as fast
as her Keds could carry her.
"Wait up," I yelled
as I chased her around the side of the house, through the back door,
into the kitchen and down the stairs into the playroom.
I couldn't have taken
us more than a matter of seconds to get downstairs, yet we both
waited a long time for Ken as to get out of the bathroom.
"Well, look what we
have here," Judy said.
"What do you want,"
grumbled Ken defensively.
"What we want," Judy
continued, "is for you to put on you little show for us."
"What little show?"
feigning innocence.
Judy had enough, "Oh,
come on! You know damn well what show. You were jerking off. Weren't
you?"
Jerking off! Why that
wasn't even part of my vocabulary when I started junior high several
months ago. Judy and I overheard a couple of boys talking about
it. We didn't know what they meant at the time, but could take a
good enough guess. I still felt uncomfortable with the term. I was
surprised to hear Judy say it.
I was amazed at how
strongly Judy took control of the situation. I stood there dumbfounded.
I would have never siezed the initiative the way she did. The opportunity
would have escaped me.
"Watch him," Judy said
as she went into the bathroom and rummaged around a bit. She came
out with several girlie magazines.
"Give me those," Ken
shouted.
"Hell no," Judy said
as she scampered up the steps. I had just enough sense to hold Ken
back to give her a head start. She was already out the door by the
time Ken broke loose at the bottom of the stairs. He gave up with
a curse.
I tried to act braver
than I was, "I don't know what's going on in that mind of yours.
If you want to look at girls and do it. Judy and I can arrange that."
"Aw, come on, Susie,"
he protested.
That did it! Susie.
I still hated that name. Anger overcame fear as I laid into him
hotly, "Hey, who do you think you are? You're the one in trouble
here. Don't 'Susie', me. I hate that little girl name. You will
address me as 'Miss Susan'. Do you understand?"
My sudden fierceness
surprised him. "Yes, miss Susan," he mumbled.
About this time, Judy
returned.
"What did you do with
the magazines?" Ken asked.
I gave him a sharp look,
"Whatever, 'Miss Judy'," (I emphasized the her title), "did with
them is no concern of yours. She has them and you don't. That's
all that matters."
"Now, you were about
to show us what you were doing." Judy said. "Get in the bathroom
and take off all your clothes, kneel in front of the potty and pull
your thing for us, or else."
Deja vu! She was ordering
him around with the same air of authority as she would boss an eight-year
old. This was Dennis Swenson all over again. Only, it's four years
later, and this isn't Dennis, and it's my older cousin!
"Do it," Judy said,
"or else Susan will tell your dad what you were doing, and show
him what you were reading. I have them quite safe from you now."
"Susan, you got to see
these books. I got to read some of the stuff before I hid them.
When we're done here, we got to get somewhere safe where we can
really read them."
I told her, "I'd like
that. I want to see how the magazines treat women. Every other magazine
we've ever been able to get our hands on always show women naked.
You can see everything, but all you ever get to see on the men are
their asses. Hell, everybody's got a butt. I want to see if any
of them show the front."
Judy and I prodded Ken
into the bathroom. Judy ordered him, "Now it's our turn. Take off
your clothes." She paused for a second and barked out "Now!"
I felt that special
excitement all over again. I felt like a little girl doing it for
the first time. I don't know why. Perhaps it was because all the
boys before sort of did it because they wanted to. This was different.
Ken had no choice. He had to do what we told him.
I knew that I wanted
much more than just seeing his penis and looked forward to seeing
him jerk off really close. I could sense that Judy had similar feelings
and that between the two of us, we'd do even more.
That's the way it was
between Judy and I. We knew what the other was thinking without
even having to talk about it. In this case we knew that either one
of us, alone, would never have the courage to order a boy to strip
for her. There was an energy that radiated from the both of us that
just said, "girl power" and gave me the confidence to go on.
As Ken was fumbling
with his belt, I said with a firmness I didn't really feel, "Come
on Ken, get your ass moving. Judy and I will make you regret any
delay."
Ken attempted one more
feeble protest -- a very pleading, "Miss Susan?".
That was enough for
me. "Look here," I lectured him, "You wouldn't be in this position
if you had any self control at all. Look at it this way; Judy and
I are going to teach you to be a good boy. Do you have a problem
with that?"
Ken mumbled a weak,
"No, Miss Susan." By this time he was down to his shorts and was
very hesitant about taking them off. I don't know why. The bulge
in the thin fabric left nothing to the imagination. The tip of the
bulge was all wet, and wet underpants hide about as much as a wet
tee-shirt.
"Come on, take it off.
Take it off", Judy and I chanted.
He pulled down on the
waistband and out popped the biggest cock I had ever seen. I considered
it logical that bigger boys would have bigger cocks, but Ken's appeared
to be out of proportion to his body size. The other thing Judy and
I noticed was his pubic hair. Little boys didn't have that. Neither
did we as little girls, so although it took us by surprise, it was
understandable.
The other things we
noticed was how big and beefy his balls were. They hung down several
inches from his body.
Judy and I could do
nothing but gasp and stare. I could hear my heart beating in my
ears. I was excited. After studying his sexual apparatus in silence
for several minutes, Judy got up enough courage to whisper, "Do
it."
Ken dropped to his knees
in front of the toilet and wrapped his hand around his engorged
member. He grabbed the shaft about halfway down and started pulling
the skin back and forth over the head. Judy and I took up positions
on either side of the toilet where we could watch him better.
I looked over at Judy
an smiled. Just having Ken naked in front of us while we remained
totally clothed was sufficient domination enough. Making him do
shameful things while we watched was so exciting I could feel my
stomach cramp.
We thought his cock
was big when it started. That was nothing compared to what it looked
like when he was doing it. It seemed to get bigger, and harder,
and redder. I could see veins popping up.
Judy and I became impatient,
we started cheering him on, "Faster, faster."
Ken pumped away vigorously.
His shaft remained rock hard. It got wet at the tip, and after a
few stokes, he whipped this wetness into a creamy white froth, sort
of like stiffly beaten egg whites. His breathing was heavy from
the physical activity, but after several minutes he started to pant
almost uncontrollably.
His face contorted in
what, if I didn't know better, looked like pain. I doubt any pain
was involved. It excited me to think of him in so much pleasure
that he lost control over part of his body. For a brief flash, it
occurred to me that if I could do this to him, then he would lose
that control to me. Finally, with a gasp, he threw back his head
and groaned as he started spewing come from his penis.
It was fantastic. Judy
and I giggled nervously as we watched the white stuff spurt out
in gobs that shot clear across the bowl and landed on the far side
of the seat.
"Mmmm, nice show," Judy
observed, "You want to do it again?"
"I can't," he protested
breathlessly.
"Come on," I said, "It's
no time to be shy now."
"No, you don't understand.
I have to wait between doing it."
"Bullshit!" Judy exclaimed.
"No, really! Ask any
guy, he'll tell you," Ken pleaded.
He sounded really desperate.
"Judy, do you think he's telling the truth?"
"He better be." she
responded.
"Honest, Miss Judy.
I wouldn't lie about this."
"OK," Judy said with
sudden perkiness, "You can do it again for us tomorrow."
I could see him open
his mouth to protest so I put him in his place, "You'll do it for
us tomorrow, and any time we want. We have the magazines. We watched
you do it. We can do a lot worse than tell your dad. We could tell
our girlfriends, or even worse, we could tell the boys at school.
How do you think they'll take the news?"
Ken got up and started
to get dressed. Judy stopped him. "Wait a minute. What do you think
you're doing."
"I'm finished. I'm getting
dressed."
"You're not finished
until Susan and I say you are. We have other things for you to do."
Turning to me she said, "Do you remember a certain boy giving a
certain two girls a spanking?"
I caught her drift immediately.
"I sure do. That was a bad thing for him to do."
"Well, don't you think
that turnabout is fair play."
"I certainly do. Who
goes first?"
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