Jason got dressed and walked back slowly to his bicycle. His mind was still trying to put the pieces together. His fantasy had not gone at all as planned.
He felt a great deal of shame having been caught, but that was always part of the excitement of the game. However, he expected to be caught by adults, most likely other male hikers or maybe even the park custodian, who would either have ignored him or simply told him to stop.
He did not expect to be caught by a 12-year-old girl, nor did he expect her to disrupt his fantasy and take charge of the situation in the way she did. This was a turn of events that he never anticipated: that once being caught, he stayed caught. It was no stranger who caught him, it was someone who knew him and she claimed to have evidence against him. She was making him come back.
Whether he wanted it or not, this was no longer a one-time deal. He couldn’t just call it off. It would stop when Ursula decided it would stop: when she became bored of the game.
Now there was a new element in the game. It wasn’t just the risk of getting caught, although that still existed; it was the embarrassment of having someone else – a young girl – directing his actions and directing a new fantasy to him: one that involved another, real person.
He had a hard-on as he mounted his bike. He did not ride straight home but cycled around the neighborhood trying to calm down and put the pieces together. He also needed to burn off the sexual excitement that still ate at his every nerve even though he had already cum.
-=o=-
Ursula watched Jason depart and when she saw his head disappear over the rise in the field, she retrieved her camera. She wished she still had it when he left; those were some cute buns that walked away from her.
The camera was still there and she sat down and ran through the pictures. She must have taken a hundred of them. Some of them were quite exciting even in the small viewer of the camera. She had to get home and get them on the big screen.
She felt a little itchy in the crotch and decided she needed too pee. If a bear could do it in the woods, then so could she. She undid her jeans and slipped them down to her ankles. She reached for her panties and was surprised how wet they were. She ran a finger against the dampness and brought it to her nose. It didn’t smell like urine.
She had already started having periods, and knew it wasn’t that. Besides it was nowhere near the time. All she knew is that she’d have to change out into fresh panties when she got home.
Sitting on the edge of a low stump and leaning forward, she was able to pee without hitting her pants or panties. Fortunately she had some tissues in her camera bag to wipe with. She laughed as she recalled the words her mom always said, “Make sure you always have tissues with you. You’ll never know when you’ll need them.”
It was now her turn to think about the events as she walked home. Who was this girl within her? Ursula was considered to be a quiet and ladylike young girl -- even on the nerdish side with her love of photography and nature. She hardly ever did anything “bad” beyond neglecting her chores or maybe her studies.
She was not known to be an adventurous type. Yet, she felt so bold and confident as she strode across the field to confront Jason. It was almost like she was a robot under the control of someone else. It made her feel funny inside when she did it. It made her feel funny just to think about it.
She was surprised at how much she enjoyed seeing his penis. It wasn’t just her curiosity at what the organ looked like. Even with the filtering her parents had on her computer, she had seen penises on the internet. What girl hasn’t? She and her girlfriend, Lisa had even seen one “for real.” True, it was just a little boy their own age back in kindergarten, but she didn’t forget the experience. Lisa seemed to have had a perverse interest in the event and brought the topic up from time to time even though both girls’ curiosity about male anatomy had been satisfied.
But this time it was different. Ursula was old enough to appreciate what she was seeing. On the previous occasion, all the boy did was make pee. She got to see something normally covered by clothing. It might have just as well been something he had hidden in his pocket. The boy was simply doing something he was going to do anyway, but didn’t care that girls were around to watch.
This time she made him jerk off. She knew what she was looking at. This organ was the very thing that makes boys boys. It was the essence of his masculinity and she had made him use it for her pleasure. This time the boy was doing something he didn’t want to do because she made him do it.
Making him do it – whatever “it” was – was a concept that made her stomach twitch with an excitement she never felt before.
Ursula’s parents were up by the time she got home. “So how was your bird-watching, dear?” her mom asked.
“Oh it was OK. I really didn’t see anything exciting. Maybe I’ll try a different spot next week.” Well, the statement was true from a bird-watching perspective.
Ursula went upstairs as quickly as she could without arousing her parents’ suspicions. She had to get the pictures off the camera before her mom asked to see what she took. She immediately plugged the camera into the computer and downloaded the whole batch. Then she went back through the camera and deleted every picture that showed Jason. Reviewing them again made her feel tingly inside.
She went about her Saturday morning chores with enthusiasm trying to keep her mind off what was on the hard drive on her computer. She couldn’t wait to see what they looked like full-sized, but didn’t dare bring them up while her parents were in the house.
Fortunately for her, her parents decided to go grocery shopping. She had about an hour to herself. Her folks weren’t gone more than 15 seconds as she raced to her room to bring up the pictures. She “fast forwarded” through the pictures she took prior to Jason’s arrival. Once she got to the shots of him she slowed down and relished every picture.
She was happy that she had a good camera that took high-resolution shots. This enabled her to zoom in on particular juicy scenes and body parts. The funny feeling overwhelmed her again, and she found herself pressing her thighs together. It just seemed like the thing to do. She realized that she was soaking another pair of panties.
She looked at the best shots over and over again. She found the one she needed and she cropped it and resized it just perfectly.
-=o=-
Jason rode hard and put himself away wet. He was soaked with sweat by the time he finally got home. The exercise drew blood from his penis and kept his erection at bay, but he had managed to wet a part of his underwear usually not soaked with sweat.
His explanation to his parents when he got home was, “I couldn’t sleep, so rather than just lay around, I decided to ride my bike to burn off some of my energy.”
His mom smiled; she was happy with his decision. She did the laundry in the house and knew her son had been masturbating. At first she didn’t know what to make of the stains and when she mentioned it to a friend who had a couple of sons of her own, she got filled in. She talked with her husband who assured her that this was quite a normal activity for a young teenaged boy.
Jason’s dad talked with Jason to advise him to be more discrete and suggested he try some other activity – especially exercise – to get his mind off it. His mom was glad Jason had chosen to ride his bike rather than lay in bed and jerk off.
Jason saw his activity as a perfect excuse. “I’m soaked. I got to take a shower.” He decided it should be a cold one.
As he stood there under the stream of water, he couldn’t get his mind off the events. The original fantasy was now gone. The one train of thought that had dominated his thoughts and grew until it had spurred him into action was overtaken by his encounter with Ursula.
Jason hadn’t thought much about girls in a practical sense before. Yes, he saw them around but was actually somewhat shy around them. He had an interest in girls, but most of his experience came from the internet. He knew what he saw there wasn’t real, but it provided a lot of wink off material. He could never picture himself doing any of those things with a real girl.
Now he was rethinking that. Now he had a real-life experience that mirrored some of what he saw. The more he thought about it, the more it became apparent that the sites that he liked the most were those where the women seemed to be in charge.
Some of his favorite pictures were those where men were stripped and masturbating for a room full of women who were apparently at a club or a bar. He had heard about places like this where women did it for men, but he thought that women simply didn’t have an interest in this kind of activity. These pictures had to be staged as pure fantasy. As he recalled the excitement and glee on Ursula’s face, he began to think differently.
In spite of the cold water, he was still hard and his hand wandered down to his erection. His mind transported him back to the park and Ursula watching him do this very same act. Cold water and having already cum that day and hard exercise were not enough to extinguish his desires. He knew that this might be his last chance before bedtime to get it off and took advantage of it.
He got out of the shower and got dressed and got on with his day. Every now and then, he’d think of Ursula and get a hard-on. He had to fight with himself to get the girl out of his mind and stop torturing himself with ideas he could do nothing about. He spent the rest of the day hanging out with his friend, Mitch to keep his mind off her.
After dinner, he booted up his computer. His idea was to play some games to get his mind off the morning’s events. He wouldn’t dare go to his favorite sites with his parents about. Besides, why frustrate himself when he couldn’t do anything about it?
But something else diverted his plan. It was an invitation, on Facebook, and it was from Ursula. He could do nothing but accept. She gave him her email address and told him to send her a message: she had something to show him.
He didn’t know what his emotion was at the time: fear, excitement or shame. He sent the mail. Minutes later came the reply. In it was an attachment. He opened it and looked at himself in all of his naked glory. She did have evidence and he could not deny it.
-=o=-
Ursula composed her email to Jason. She attached the picture, and it sat there on her screen. She stared at it for minutes afraid to click the send button. Good girls don’t blackmail boys. Her mind was giving her a thousand reasons not the click the button. The girl inside her was blocking every one of them. The girl inside her was twisting her stomach into a knot, and tickling her intimate parts making her feel funny lower down.
Ursula didn’t know who this inner girl was, but she was winning her argument over her. She could almost hear her say, “You have the power, girl; use it!” Power – that was the winning argument. Every time Ursula thought of the power she had over Jason, her heart pumped and raced harder. She positioned the cursor over the send button, closed her eyes and clicked on the mouse. She did it! The deed was done.
The next email was easier to type. It was to her girlfriend, Lisa. It was a testament to the speed of the internet and the fact that Lisa was on line that about three minutes later, Ursula’s phone rang. Ursula answered it and was greeted with, “Is this for real?” Before she could even answer, Lisa added, “Is that Jason Spaulding?”
“Yes,” Ursula managed to wedge into the conversation.
Lisa was firing questions with machine-gun-like rapidity not even waiting for the responses. “How did you get him to do it?” “Is it really that big?” “Did you guys do anything else?” “Do you have any more pictures?” and so on.
Ursula filled in her friend on her encounter after Lisa either calmed down or ran out of breath. She went into detail about his fantasy, but Lisa seemed mainly interested in the details of his masturbation.
“Did he shoot his stuff?” “How far?” “How much?” “Tell me all about it.”
She then asked Ursula the key question, “Do you think you can get him to do it for me?”
“Well, that’s sort of why I sent you the email. I told Jason that I wanted to see him again next week. I’d feel a little better if I had someone with me.”
“You GIRL you!” Lisa exclaimed. “Of course I’ll do it.”
The two girls went back to earlier parts of the conversation.
“Pirates, you say?” Lisa asked.
“Yup. He used to play at being a pirate – well, more of a pirate captive, when he was a little boy.”
“You know what might be fun?”
“What?”
“We can dress up as pirates ourselves. I mean my cousins dressed up as pirates for Halloween. I know where their costumes are in the storage place mom keeps with my aunt.”
“Do you think?” Ursula asked without completing the sentence.
“Come on, it will be fun. Besides if he has a fetish for pirates, then we can use that.”
“Fetish?”
“Yeah, fetish. It’s a thing that makes a boy or a man get all hard and excited.”
The silence told Lisa that her friend was still trying to get it, so she went on. “You know it’s like high heels or sexy clothing or leather or rubber or something like that.”
“I … I,” Ursula babbled.
“Don’t you know anything, girl?”
“I never heard of it.”
“Fetishes are really cool. It’s like panties or bras or stuff like that. Guys get hot over it.”
“I’m not going to let Jason see me in my panites or bra.”
“No, that’s the best part. You don’t even need to be in the panties or bra. Just the clothing itself – without you wearing it, is enough to set guys off.”
“So all I need to do is show my panties to a boy and he’ll get excited.”
“Well it varies from boy to boy. Some guys get hard with panties, I guess. But we know what Jason gets off on. He likes being tied up by pirates. So that’s what we’ll do.”
“I didn’t think of that. I think we’ll have to bring some rope with us too, as well as my camera.”
“That’s the, girl. Now you’re thinking. You’re the Girl Scout; you should know how to tie some good knots.”
Ursula giggled, “I never thought I’d be using them to tie up a naked boy. Our scout leader didn’t show us how to do that.”
Her friend laughed, “I thought Girl Scouts had merit badges for everything.”
“I can’t imagine what one for this would look like.”
Lisa went on, “Let’s make a list of things we can do with him.”
Just then, Ursula heard the garage door open. “My folks are back. I’ll have to talk with you later. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
-=o=-
Lisa hung up the phone with her girlfriend. Her mom was out shopping, her brother was off to his job and she could hear her father outside with the lawn mower going meaning that she had some safe time. She was at her computer doing her favorite hobby, snooping and surfing.
She shared this computer with her brother, and more than once caught her brother looking at scantily-clad or totally unclad women. She threatened to tell her parents, but her brother pleaded her off. She managed to extort a couple of small favors from him and that was the extent of it. He had a few goods on her as well, so they maintained a balance of snitching on each other. For the most part they tacitly agreed not to see what the other was doing.
At least he became more discrete. However, he sometimes forgot to cover his tracks and she could see where he had been. It was actually some of his sites that intrigued her. These sites showed women seemingly in charge of men. The men were on their knees, or tied up or sometimes just standing there. The women were almost always dressed: sometimes in leather or rubber or something weird but also in “ordinary” clothes as well.
The pictures she liked the most were those where the men were licking at the clitorises of the women. Often she would spread her legs and finger herself pretending that she had one of these men between her legs worshiping her this way.
It was such a picture that she had up when she got the email from Ursula. Normally, she would have put off even opening the email. Ursula was a nice girl, but very much the Girl Scout she actually was. She would blush if Lisa even said the word, “penis.” She was very naïve when it came to sex and if it weren’t for the fact that they “did” the Johnson boy together when they were in kindergarten, she wouldn’t even be sure if she ever actually ever saw a penis.
She tried to get Ursula into looking at the sites she did, but never really had the opportunity to be alone with her where she could have the chance. She told Ursula about them, but Ursula didn’t seem to be as interested in them as she was. Or maybe it was that Ursula didn’t have a brother who could hack around the parental controls.
So, she really didn’t know why she should give up some of her browsing time to read an email from her friend. Perhaps it was because Ursula looked up to her and admired her or perhaps it was because she played herself out with the current picture and was ready to move onto another.
She was truly shocked when she opened the attachment.
She looked at the picture on her screen. Then she looked at the pictures behind it. These were grown up men and they were naked and they were in front of a bunch of women. How she wished that she could be one of these women.
Then she looked at the picture of Jason. This was a real boy. The men in the pictures were not: at least not to her. They were in the world of her fantasies. This boy could become a real-life fantasy. She felt a trickle between her legs.
Taking a tip from her brother, she downloaded the picture to a thumb drive that she hid in her special place in her room before deleting the email. Not that her brother told her about his secret thumb drive; she discovered it on her own and would look at it whenever she got the chance.
His strategy was simple: hide it in the open in a box with other stuff such as paper clips, pencils and other stationary supplies on his desk. She hid hers in her jewelry box.
She thought of all the pictures she had. Now she had a real boy to practice on!
-=o=-
Jason looked at the picture. He knew he should have deleted it immediately, but for some reason, he saved the attachment. “How could I have been so foolish?” he asked himself.
Two pieces of his mind were in conflict with each other. There was the rational side which told him that he should not have been in the park doing these things in the first place. He should be ashamed of his actions.
Then there was the other side that thrilled him whenever it came to his mental podium to speak. It was eloquent, it was electrifying and it spurred him to action. Whenever this part of his mind spoke his stomach would knot up and he would get an erection.
It was the second part that kept bringing him back to the computer to open the picture time after time during the week. Whenever he got a moment safe from his parents, he would open it and masturbate to it.
In one way, it didn’t make sense: it was him. If he wanted a better picture, he could look in the mirror and see himself do it in live action. However, it was something the picture didn’t show that excited him. He knew that this picture was taken through the lens of a camera operated by a 12-year-old girl.
And that made all the difference. He closed his eyes and tried to visualize Ursula watching him. He made a decision that he needed to ask her for a picture of herself. For some reason, he wanted to see the girl behind his embarrassment and humiliation.
-=o=-
The girls did their planning, gathering the physical items they needed. Lisa managed to get the costumes out of storage without either her mother or aunt being any the wiser. The girls barely had time to try them on in Lisa’s room. They fit well enough.
Ursula prepared her backpack. Rope to be sure, as well as her costume, a toy knife (as part of the costume), a real knife (in case she couldn’t undo the knots in the rope), her camera, spare batteries for the camera …
By Friday evening, the preparations were finished and Ursula put the pack in the hallway by the door.
Her mom questioned the bulkiness of her pack and asked. “What are you doing, going on an expedition?”
“No mom, I’m just going bird watching.”
“Where? Antarctica?”
“Just the park.”
“What do you have in there?”
Ursula didn’t want her to know. She would be hard pressed to explain the rope, the pirate costume, the knife and some of the other “props” she and Lisa intended on using. “Just the camera, some spare batteries, my bird watching book, a sweater in case it gets cold, a rollup poncho in case it rains ... oh, and some snacks in case I stay out for a while.”
Her explanation worked, but her mother switched to another topic. “I’ve been having second thoughts on this. I talked with Mrs. Johnson and she told me some stories about what goes on in the park. I really wish you didn’t go out so early, the park isn’t a safe place for a girl like you at that hour.”
“Oh mom,” Ursula sighed, “There are plenty of people out there at that hour. It’s the best time to spot birds and besides, I won’t be alone.” It was a slip on Ursula’s part. Nonetheless, she realized she had to carry through.
“Who’s going with you?”
Ursula looked down and said, “Lisa Perry.”
“Lisa?” her mom said, “You know I don’t like you hanging out with that girl.”
“Mom, she’s not a bad girl.”
“You don’t know some of the stories I’ve heard.”
“From Mrs. Johnson?” Ursula asked.
“Why yes, how did you know.”
“Mom, Mrs. Johnson is the biggest gossip in the neighborhood. Everyone’s heard the tall tales she tells. They’re just rumors. You don’t even know Lisa. You’ve only met her once, and that was just for a couple of minutes. You’re the one who keeps telling me not to judge people until you get to know them.”
Ursula’s mom was backed into a corner. Her daughter did make sense. She had to retreat. “OK, but just be careful. Don’t do anything bad.”
“Mom, we’re going to be in a park full of people, how could we possibly do anything bad?”
“OK,” her mom reiterated, “Just be careful.”
“I will, mom,”
Ursula was glad to win the battle. In reality some of the rumors her mom heard about Lisa were probably true. She was “out there” when it came to boys and sex. On the rare occasions when Ursula was over her house, Lisa would tell her about some very “interesting” web sites on her computer. Maybe that’s why Lisa knew about things like fetishes and stuff.
Lisa would brag about some of the things she did with her younger male cousins – making them get naked and ordering them around, but Ursula took these boasts with a grain of salt.
Nonetheless, Lisa was a mysterious character and this probably explained Ursula’s attraction to her. She was such a stark counterpoint to the prim and proper young lady that Ursula was known to be.
Ursula went to bed, but not to sleep. She kept playing the events of last week over and over in her mind. She went through her mental checklist on the items she had packed: had she forgotten anything? She tried to imagine the events to happen – the plans she and Lisa made to humiliate the boy and have fun. Was she brave enough to carry them out? Ursula was sure she wasn’t brave enough, but the girl inside of her said differently. Having the moral support of another girl at her side also helped.
Eventually, sleep did take her.
-=o=-
As Saturday approached, Lisa became more and more excited. She pressed Ursula for more pictures and they came in as Ursula had the time and opportunity to send them to her.
She relished every one of them as she started making her plans for the encounter.
Lisa lay in bed looking forward to seeing a real live boy again; this time a grown up boy. Her first experience was with Perry Johnson when they were both 6 years old. She and Ursula and another girl named Gina were in the park with him when he announced that he had to go to the bathroom. Lisa convinced him to do it right there in the bushes where they were hiding so they would not have to interrupt play.
Perry bought the idea and simply unzipped and took out his penis and let it go. Ursula and Gina just watched. Ursula wanted to touch it and play with it, but Perry said that he wasn’t supposed to let strangers touch him there. The other girls were getting nervous too. That one brief encounter had to last her another 6 years.
More recently she was over at her aunt’s house with her mom. The women were up for a shopping expedition and planned on leaving her as a babysitter for her 6-year-old twin cousins who were playing in the back yard. The boys came in completely muddy.
Her aunt was upset, “Now we’ll be late. We won’t make our train if I have to stop and give these two a bath.”
Lisa was on the spot with, “I can do it, auntie.” The adult women readily agreed.
Her aunt told her where to put the muddy clothes and handed her the boys’ pajamas. “Dress them in these when they get done.”
No sooner than her mom and aunt were gone, then she had the boys naked in the tub. Her memories from her first encounter didn’t fail her as she looked at the little pinkie sized-penises sticking out from the boys. They looked almost like a completely different organ from the men she saw on the internet.
She let the boys play for a while and then declared that she had to make sure they were clean. She stood each one up and washed him in turn. When she got to their penises she took care to soap them up. She grasped her fingers around them like she saw some women do in the pictures. They were too small to get a whole fist around. She could feel them get hard with their little-boy erections.
She went back and forth between the boys, fascinated by her ability to make them hard, and watching them get soft again. Then one of the boys took the soap and started washing himself. He did it for a while and then got what she called the “wigglies.” His body got stiff and he started shaking and he started to breathe funny.
“Are you OK, Jimmy?” she asked.
He nodded, “Yeah, that feels good when you wash it like that.”
Lisa decided to keep doing it to his brother. Soon she gave him a case of the wigglies. She put two and two together and decided that this is where an adult man would shoot his sperm. She had just enough sex education on board to realize that boys aren’t born being able to do this. Girls had to grow up, so it seemed reasonable that boys had to do the same.
According to what Ursula told her, Jason was old enough to shoot sperm. His penis was also a lot larger than his pinkie. Obviously there were some changes happening in boys between the ages of 6 and 14.
She rubbed each of her cousins off a couple more times until the bath water started to get cold. She even had them wash each other. As she was dressing the boys, she told them, “That was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?”
The boys agreed.
“Well, if we are ever going to do it again, we got to keep it a secret.” Sure they were pinkie-sized dinkies and they didn’t shoot, but they were still fun to play with.
She recalled her events with her cousins and then thought about the full-sized boy that she was to play with. Would his feel any different than her little-boy cousins’?
She fell asleep with her
fingers in her crotch. Tomorrow would be a historic day.