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CHRISTIE'S PARTY 65kb (ped, abuse, incest)
I always enjoy children's parties. To one who admires
young girls as much as I do, it is wonderful to see
them all dressed up in their loveliest clothes like a
fashion parade. The behaviour can sometimes be a
little rowdy and selfish, yet they still remain
charming little girls and there is usually a good
display of underwear on view as well, if you know
where to find it.
Naturist parties are best, but sadly they are not the
sort of events you can invite everybody to. I often
fantasise about a genuine naturist party where all my
friends, boys and girls alike, can enjoy the ecstasy
of frolicking in the sun with nothing on, and no
shyness or silliness to spoil it all. I did once have
one myself when I was younger, but I had to leave out
most of those I most wanted to come, my friends from
school, and limit it almost completely to members of
the naturist club we belong to.
Now I have grown out of the normal type of children's
party for myself, but I'm still very much involved in
them thanks to my younger sister Jenny and my cousin
Shelley. When their friends have parties, I am often
invited as well, and I'm only too delighted to go. I
have built up a good reputation among parents for
looking after children and they often use me to help
keep order and organise things.
Last Saturday afternoon I was invited to the party of
one of Jenny's school-friends, Christie, who was
turning ten. I did not know Christie by sight, but I
had heard a lot about her from my girlfriend Marina's
younger brother Scott. Scott was quite an admirer of
Christie, partly because she was very mature
physically for a girl of her age.
"She wears a bra," he told me. "At least I think it's
a bra. When she puts her arms up you can't see her
chest because she's got this tight white thing on
underneath. And when we do swimming, you can see the
front of her costume sticks out. I wish she was a
naturist. Roy, do you think you could invite her
somewhere and get her to take her clothes off?"
This was of course very crudely put, but in a way that
was what I often managed to do with girls, as well as
boys. I enjoy the intimacy of nudity and the beauty
of young girls' bodies, and I often manage to help
them overcome their shyness of being naked. It gives
me a great feeling when a girl trusts me to see her
lovely naked body, a special warmth and closeness.
But of course I would never abuse my position by
forcing a girl to strip or let me touch her in any way
against her will. The secret is to make her want to
do it and enjoy it without feeling any pressure, but
never to do with them any real wrong that would make
them feel genuinely guilty. I realise also that if
they feel they have done it all of their own free
will, they are not likely to tell tales about anything
that might cause trouble. If I pressurised or abused
them, I know it would always come out in the end.
"I don't even know her, Scott," I explained. "If
she's not a naturist, I can't very well go chasing
after her. These things have got to happen naturally.
But why are you so keen to see her naked? You've
seen Shelley and Marina, and plenty of older girls.
You've been to our naturist club and a naturist
beach."
Scott couldn't tell me intelligibly, but I suspect the
reason is the lure of the forbidden - like me! Now
that he has satisfied his basic curiosity about female
anatomy, he has little interest in seeing private
areas of girls who don't mind. If they do mind, they
have Scott's undying attention, especially those who
attract him as girls as well. He was very pleased to
find out that he was one of the few boys whom Christie
had invited to her party. He has a sort of natural
charm about him that attracts girls, as well as his
good-looking blond features.
Christie's mother is a good friend of my Aunt Sue,
Shelley's mother, so Shelley was invited and asked to
run the games and also take charge of the sleepover,
girls only, that would come later. Shelley was
allowed to ask others to help her, so she immediately
asked myself, my girlfriend Marina and another friend
called Wanda. Shelley can be a good organiser, but
she is not a good planner, so it soon happened that
Marina was taking overall charge.
As the party was mainly for girls and Marina is so
capable, I left it largely to her. She soon had a
whole lot of games and activities lined up, involving
the rest of us teenagers and also some of the parents.
Except when press-ganged into taking part by Marina,
the parents were to spend most of the time out of the
way, on the veranda, drinking and talking and laughing
together. That suited me fine.
It was to be a long party, beginning with a lunch at
one o'clock, immediately after school on a Friday, and
ending at six for the boys, while the girls were
invited to a sleepover afterwards. A marquee had been
set up in the far corner of the garden for them all to
sleep in. Shelley and Wanda would supervise that.
Marina's family were going away for the weekend and
would leave as soon as the party proper was over.
Scott was not going with them, having gained
permission to spend the weekend with my family
instead. I suspect the real reason he did not want to
go was that he hoped to be invited to the sleepover.
But in our unliberated society, there was little hope
of that for him or me.
Much as I love Shelley, I was not sure she was an
ideal person to supervise a sleepover. She can
organise quite well but tends to get over-excited and
flustered if there are problems. Being excitable
herself, she does not find it easy to keep others
quiet, and I wondered if they would get any sleep that
night. Marina always seems capable of handling
anything. Wanda would be helping Shelley overnight,
but she did not strike me as a leader, although a very
pleasant girl. She was a tall quiet girl with short
wavy fair hair, wearing a smart pink and red floral
top with a short white skirt.
We all headed for Christie's house straight after
school that Friday, and so arrived almost at the same
time. Christie turned out to be quite impressive.
You always get a number of girls that age who give off
the air of being very capable, composed,
self-contained, mature, whatever you like to call it,
and Christie is one of these. Marina, I must say, is
not. She wears her heart on her sleeve, is often
excited and playful, yet she does have a remarkable
maturity and talent for leadership among her age
group.
Christie's home also turned out to be most impressive.
Her parents are obviously very rich, as they have a
large house on a plot that is probably more than two
acres in size, and are in the process of building a
cottage at the back. They have a large swimming pool
and tennis court, with just about every other luxury
you can think of.
Christie was playing the perfect controlled hostess,
greeting all her guests politely, accepting their
presents one by one and putting them calmly on a table
behind her as guests were arriving so thick and fast
she had not the time to open them on the spot. She is
quite tall for her age, with shortish brown hair that
curls down over her forehead, big blue eyes, round
cheeks and a lovely composed smile. She was wearing a
very smart sky-blue dress with a big sash, flowing out
down to her knees, and looked a very attractive
picture.
The front of her dress was loose and had a white
border down the front around the buttons, so I was
unable yet to make any judgement about those breasts
which fascinated Scott so much.
As we had come straight from school, the rest of us
arrived in school uniform, but quickly changed into
our party clothes. The other girls were soon all
clothed in their best party dresses, and I really
enjoyed the sight. I am glad to be growing up in the
age of the revived miniskirt, in this country at
least, while the party dresses were a little longer on
the whole, most of them flowing down almost to knee
length.
Marina was wearing a dark green dress that came down
just below her knees, just a little longer than her
usual length. She prefers them longer than most
girls, but that is just her own choice and she sees no
need to change it. It is not, as may be the case with
some girls, that they wear longer dresses to provide
greater protection for their panties, as Marina is
quite unconcerned about that. Ladylike as she is,
though, she does not often do things that display her
underwear.
Marina was taking charge already in her quiet way,
making sure the younger ones did not crowd Christie
unduly or push each other to get some attention next.
I took the opportunity to get in the parents' good
books, finding out from Jenny which adults were
Christie's mother and father and going over to smile
and introduce myself, making adult conversation. If I
can win the respect of parents for my good manners and
sensible behaviour, they are far less likely to
suspect me of doing anything, or allowing or
encouraging their daughters to do anything, of which
they might disapprove.
Having done my duty and made, I was sure, a great hit,
I returned to the excited group of children. Some of
them, having delivered their presents, were running
around the front garden exploring. The grass was
thick and green, and some were lying on it or rolling
on it, pretty dresses and all.
I noticed one small, lively girl with shortish dark
brown hair and mischievous brown eyes, wearing a white
blouse and a short dark blue skirt. She grabbed hold
of a low branch of a tree and swung herself up with
her legs, revealing pretty white cotton panties.
"Be careful, Lesley, Roy can see your panties," one of
the other girls warned her.
"I don't care," Lesley retorted in an independent
manner and continued to scramble up, quite careless of
her skirt.
"It doesn't matter to me," I told the other girl,
trying to sound surprised that there should be any
concern about this and shrugging my shoulders. "I
think it's silly to fuss about that."
"Yes, but some of the other boys might say something
rude," the girl defended herself.
"I'll soon shut them up if they do," I assured her.
"I'll never allow anybody to be silly about anybody
else. What's your name?"
"Eleanor," she answered. I smiled at her, trying to
gain her trust, and asked her a few questions about
herself. She was quite slim, with long brown plaits
down the middle of her back and seemed overall quite a
sensible girl. But obviously there were one or two
things she needed educating about. She was wearing a
white blouse and a pleated tan-coloured skirt of
medium length.
I wandered around for a few minutes, finding out names
and talking most to those I found most attractive. I
soon discovered one very funny little girl called
Pippi. She had quite long fair hair, tied in a
ponytail at the back, but straggling untidily over her
face, so that she was forever pushing it out of her
eyes. She had big blue eyes, a pretty oval face and
talked excitedly with a slight lisp. She was soon
telling me all about herself, her family and
everything else she could think of, which was a lot.
My conversation with Pippi was interrupted by a long,
loud blast on a whistle that nobody could fail to
hear. Marina had brought one with her to help keep
order, and she was allowing Christie to blow it to
gain everybody's attention. "Everybody seems to be
here now," Marina called out to us. "So come around
and we'll let Christie open her presents."
So great had been the crowd around Christie that I
hadn't had time even to speak to her before now.
Marina knew that, so as I came up she went over to me
and said, "Christie, this is Roy."
Christie smiled most charmingly at me and said in her
grown-up way, "Hello, Roy. Thank you very much for
coming."
"Hello, Christie," I smiled deeply into her eyes.
"Hey, you look so pretty in that lovely dress. It
really matches your eyes beautifully."
"Thank you," she answered politely, but the way she
turned her eyes away with a smile encouraged me to
believe that she felt quite attracted to me. She
thanked me again with dignity when I handed her a
present, which was actually a gift voucher for the top
dress shop in town. I would have bought her one
myself had I known her size and what colour would suit
her, but I included a brochure that showed pictures of
the most attractive dresses in stock.
She began to work her way through the presents, helped
by a non-stop barrage of comments and encouragement
from her friends. There were as usual a lot of gift
vouchers, the way favoured by the lazy rich. I had
the excuse of not knowing her before the party, so I
had no idea what would constitute a suitable present.
There were books, CDs and clothes among the rest.
Christie opened one small packet, from a small
dark-haired, bright-eyed girl called Felicity in a
short yellow dress, to find it contained several pairs
of very revealing coloured panties. As Christie held
them up, I could see they were very small, very frilly
and mostly transparent.
Christie was looking at them with perhaps slightly
artificial politeness when one of the boys there
grinned and whistled. "Hey, that's very sexy," he
laughed. "You must wear those at school, Christie."
The other girls scowled at him, and I knew I had to
speak up, especially after what I had promised
Eleanor. "Cut that out, James," I told him clearly
but quietly. "That's very silly behaviour."
James looked quite abashed and I think Scott looked
relieved he had kept his own mouth shut. This is the
sort of silly remark, I know, that boys often make
just to relieve a bit of embarrassment, but there's no
reason why they should pass on their embarrassment to
others.
James was quite a tall boy for his age and I could
tell he fancied himself with the girls. There were
two other boys there besides Scott. Christie has a
younger brother of about six, Michael, while there was
another boy of Scott's age called Martin. Martin was
an interesting boy, with short fair hair, green eyes,
plenty of freckles and a very expressive face. He
seemed a little like Scott in temperament, although he
didn't talk as much, and was clearly the sort of boy
girls found quite attractive.
After all the presents had been opened it was time for
lunch. The food had just been loaded on to two large
tables under a tree in the front garden, while the
adults had a similar arrangement on the veranda, far
enough away not to be bothered by the likes of us.
Marina kept a benevolent eye on the food as we all
tucked into potato crisps, savouries, pies and
pastries on the whole. In between coming for extra
helpings, the children sat or lay in groups on the
grass, under the trees. I could see my sister Jenny
with one group, sitting with legs crossed, her rather
tight back skirt up around her thighs, and her rather
baggy white panties in full view as she talked with
her friends. Not that this would bother her at all,
and her friends didn't seem to notice.
I continued to move around, getting to know the
children. The noisiest group was dominated by a
rather bossy girl named Hilda. She was quite big for
her age, with short dark hair, and a real extravert.
She had a true extravert's disregard for her skirt,
sitting with one knee up and her dark blue panties
clearly exposed. Not my favourite - I find light
colours much more attractive and exciting.
She had a friend with her, a sweet-looking but
naughty-looking little girl named Cassie. Cassie had
light brown shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, a wide
mouth and a round face, and was very talkative and
giggly. She was very full of herself, but there was
something more attractive about her than Hilda. She
sat with her legs crossed, leaning over her knees and
talking loudly and excitedly a lot of the time. She
wore a tan-coloured top and skirt, and as she fell
over Hilda in a burst of laughter I caught a glimpse
of bright white panties underneath.
She was not fat but she did have quite a large, round
bottom, well covered by her large pair of cotton
panties. Jenny told me that she had only just come
out from England, and certainly she had that pale skin
with fresh rosy cheeks that English children often
have. She also spoke with a very English accent.
Children coming out from England generally lose that
within a few months and fit in with the peculiar type
of accent, a muddy mixture of the lot, that we use
over here.
Two especially nice girls were Sally and Tammy, two
quiet sensible girls who were good talkers and quickly
became attached to me. I had known them before as
friends of Jenny's. Sally was very pretty, with big
blue eyes and long fair hair tied back in a ponytail.
She wore a little dress with a white top and a purple
skirt that was certainly too short, as it exposed her
dainty white panties covering her little round bottom
every time she bent over.
Tammy was a little taller, with light brown hair
straggling rather untidily around her face and deep
blue eyes. She seemed more mature than Sally, and
from the way she looked and smiled at me, it was clear
she was making eyes at me - but in a strangely
charming way. She was dressed a little more like a
ten-year-old, wearing a lime green skirt, quite tight,
and top. We were still talking when Marina blew the
whistle for the first game.
She had charmed quite a number of the parents, mostly
mothers, into playing this game. It was a travel
game. Each of us leaders and the parents taking part
took on the name of a country in Europe. I was
Hungary. We had to hide ourselves anywhere in the
garden over the next five minutes while Marina kept
the children occupied and explained the game to them.
Each child was to be given a card with the names of
all the countries concerned on it, in a different
order, about twelve of them. They had to discover
where the leaders were hiding and ask if they were the
first country on the list - for example, "Are you
France?" If so, we were to sign next to France; if
not, the child had to run around until she found
France, got the correct signature and then went on to
the next country on her list. We had been well primed
by Marina to sign only for the top unsigned country on
each list and to answer only one question per visit.
The winner would be the first child to complete the
card correctly.
Marina led the children round the corner by the
veranda while we leaders hid. Most of the mums, I
suspected, would be too lazy to hide anywhere very far
away, but I decided to be more challenging. I took
off for the far corner of the garden, and the building
site for the new cottage soon caught my eye.
There were piles of building materials around, and
deep trenches had been dug for the foundations, with
heaps of soil on either side. I thought this would be
a good place to hide. I was just climbing down into a
trench when I heard Marina's warning whistle, followed
by the excited yells of the children, numbering just
over twenty I think, as they ran around to begin their
search. When I sat in the trench, the top of it was
just above the level of my head, but the piles of soil
on either side would stop me from being found too
easily.
I sat in silence for three or four minutes, hearing
the sound of children searching coming slowly nearer.
I wondered if I had perhaps made my hiding place too
difficult, but I figured out that once one girl had
found me, there would soon be a stream of them, as
they would be unable to keep any secrets about where
leaders were hidden, even to their rivals. I could
already hear their voices reporting to each other, and
I wondered who would find me first.
(To be continued)
CHRISTIE'S PARTY (CHAPTER 2)
I heard a loud scrabbling of soil behind me, and
turned to the right to see a rather surprised Scott on
the top of the pile, looking down at me and clutching
the hem of his blue shorts. "Oh, you're here," he
announced. Then he looked at his sheet and asked,
"Are you - er - are you - Greece?"
"Nope," I told him. It was clear he had something
else on his mind rather than a search for a leader. I
could guess, and I was right.
Scott scrambled down the pile of soil and hopped over
to the far side. He moved about three metres away and
stood on top of the pile on that side. "I need a
pissy-wissy," he explained, his hand reaching inside
his shorts.
"Well, make sure you don't do it on my footy-wooty," I
warned him as he pulled out his little pinkish-white
penis and pulled back the foreskin, the little pink
wrinkled testicles hanging down underneath.
"No, I won't," he assured me, letting fly. He
directed the stream of urine at a large rock on top of
the heap. It sprayed off in all directions, and I
could feel the light spray on my legs two metres away.
"Hey, stop that!" I snapped, moving my legs, grabbing
a small stone with my hand and tossing it at him.
I didn't actually mean to hit him, but it struck him
on the hand that was pulling his shorts to one side.
He gave a yelp and let go. "Oh, yuch, Roy!" he
exclaimed, glaring at me, with urine dripping from his
hands and the corner of his shorts and down his leg,
as he had been unable to stop urinating in time. "Now
I've got piss all over me."
"I told you not on my legs," I snapped at him, wiping
myself. "Now move back and keep your distance if you
can't shoot properly."
Muttering, Scott moved back a metre or so, wiped his
hands on his shorts, wiped his leg dry, pulled out his
penis again and continued to relieve himself. I was
just wondering if anybody had heard him yell and would
be attracted by the noise when I heard some more
scrabbling behind me, to my left. I heard an
exclamation of surprise and shock, "Scott!"
Looking up, I saw Christie standing there, her
composure lost temporarily as she encountered the
unexpected sight of Scott exercising his penis. Scott
himself wasn't bothered. "Hi, Christie," he greeted
her, shaking the last drops off his penis, as
carelessly as if he had been drinking a glass of water
instead of excreting it.
"Sorry, Scott, I didn't mean to see you . . er . ."
Christie began, and then stopped.
"I don't mind," he assured her, replacing the foreskin
slowly and giving his penis a pull before returning it
to shelter. "I don't mind you seeing my wee. I trust
you. I think it's good for people to trust each
other." He was in a rather stilted way repeating some
of the philosophies I had shared with him, and no
doubt deliberately dropping a hint or two in the hope
that Christie would respond in kind. It did sound
very artificial, though, and I was afraid Christie
might think he had set it up deliberately.
Christie stood there for a moment, still startled but
trying not to look it. As she was standing above the
level of my head, I could see part of the way up her
skirt, but not right to the top. Then she remembered
why she had come, and turned to look down at me.
"Roy, are you Hungary?" she asked with a sweet smile.
I smiled back. "Yes, very," I answered, holding up a
hand for her card. "May I have another hamburger,
please?"
Christie giggled charmingly at my silly joke and then
squatted down to hand me her card. As she was on a
slope, she had to spread her feet wide to keep her
balance. I suddenly saw her right foot planted on the
edge of the trench just above my eye level and her
left leg halfway up the slope. In between was her
skirt, and up that I had a brilliant vision of her
bent knees, her thighs, and at the top her light blue
panties. There was a little lining of lace around the
legs, and a line of tiny white frills along the top of
the gusset. Her panties were quite tight around the
crotch, indicating I thought quite a prominent mound.
"Where do I sign?" I asked, stalling for time while I
drank in the vision and quite aware that Scott was
scrambling around behind me to get a ringside seat.
She showed me, I signed slowly, she thanked me sweetly
and then departed.
I looked across the trench at Scott. His face was red
and he was clutching his penis through his shorts.
"Wow!" he gasped. "Did you see that?"
"See what?" I grinned.
"Those panties," he breathed in awe. He pulled
himself together a bit. "I did see them before once,"
he told me. "It was at school during lunch. She sat
down at the table with her legs under the table.
Then, when nobody could see, she opened her legs and
put her hand inside her panties right between her legs
and scratched herself. She had white panties then,
but I couldn't see inside. Wow! Willy went all stiff
and I wet my pants." He stuck out his penis for a
moment and looked at it. Yes, it was sticking stiffly
forward. He cradled it with a dreamy smile on his
face.
"If she did it under the table where nobody could see,
how did you manage to see, then?" I asked him.
"I was - er - I was - just looking for something," he
muttered, quite unconvincingly. Then he said, "I'd
better be going and finding some more countries," and
trotted off quickly.
A moment later a girl named Naomi arrived. She had a
smooth, pretty oval face with blue eyes, a beautiful
toothy smile and a long ponytail down to the small of
her back, a lovely quiet girl. She was wearing a red
dress that really might have fitted a six-year-old
better. She stood on the top of the rubble, her skirt
spreading out around her so I could see her pretty
white panties right up to her bellybutton, and asked
me if I was Portugal.
Visitors came slowly at first, as few of the children
had ventured that far into the back of the garden.
Scott came back, as he was entitled to do, to see if I
was Italy. After a few minutes I was surprised to see
Christie scrambling over the top of the rubble again.
"I've brought you your hamburger," she smiled,
crouching to give it to me in just the same way as
before, giving me a full view of those lovely light
blue panties just above my head.
I thanked her in surprise. "Hey, that's great," I
said. "You must allow me to give you a birthday kiss
for that," I teased her.
She thought for a moment and then said, "All right."
I stood up and she leaned forward so I could plant a
kiss on her cheek.
As she did so, the rubble slid under her feet and she
began to slip. Instantly I caught her in my arms at
the edge of the trench. For a moment her body was
pressed against mine, and I could feel her firmly
against my chest, although I could not identify those
breasts Scott was so excited about.
"Wow, this is better than I thought," I laughed, as I
helped her back on to the side of the trench again,
one arm round her waist. I leaned forward and kissed
her gently on the cheek. "A very happy birthday to a
delightful girl," I wished her. "I hope Scott isn't
watching."
"Why not?" she asked, looking at me with her wide,
innocent eyes.
"He would be very jealous," I explained. "He likes
you very much."
Christie looked amazed. "Does he? How do you know?"
she asked.
"He tells me. He often talks about you," I replied,
without mentioning which parts of her Scott liked to
talk about the most. "I think if I was a bit younger,
I'd be chasing you myself."
Christie smiled warmly at me with her head on one
side. "We can still be friends," she assured me, then
leaned forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. "But I
like Scott. He's funny."
She left, while I still glowed with warmth inside. A
very composed little girl, but that lovely display of
her panties showed she was human and ever so lovely,
and that kiss really won my heart. I had certainly
chosen a good place to hide!
I was to see a lot more underwear from my position
during the next half-hour. Sally and Tammy were soon
visiting me, with Sally scrambling down into the
trench next to me with much display of her dainty
little panties and leaning affectionately against me
to ask the question. Tammy crouched rather as
Christie had done, showing she was wearing quite
bright yellow panties. Lesley scrambled over to the
far side and sat down facing me, legs apart and bright
eyes sparkling. Felicity was wearing silky pale
violet-coloured panties, but not as revealing as those
she had given to Christie.
Hilda dashed in and out, demanding rather than
requesting a signature and getting rather annoyed when
I refused to sign until she deigned to use the word
`please'. Cassie arrived some time later and seemed a
rather nicer girl without the company of Hilda,
squatting on the far side of the trench while I signed
and revealing her large pair of white panties.
A little girl named Lizzie, with dark brown hair, blue
eyes and a wide smile, kept coming again and again by
the time she finally reached Hungary at the bottom of
her list. She wore a bright green striped dress with
rather rough-looking, flannelled white panties
underneath. By the time I had signed her card the
game was almost over.
After a few more minutes, with few visitors because
most of the children had finished, I heard Marina blow
two long blasts on her whistle, the sign that the game
was over and all the leaders could come back now. I
made my way back, to be met on the way by Sally and
Tammy, who were coming to look for me. I was rather
disappointed to find that Hilda had won. Presumably
she had gone charging around with real determination
instead of stopping for a chat like most of the others
had done. James was second and Martin, with the slow
wide grin, third, so the boys hadn't done too badly.
I noticed one girl standing there quietly with tears
in her eyes. This was Alex, a dark thin girl with
large brown eyes and a pink dress. I realised that
she had not come to me for a signature at all. I
knelt down next to her, slid an arm round her waist
and asked, "What's the matter, Alex?"
She showed me her card, with only three signatures on
it before the name Hungary, which was blank. "I
didn't know where you were," she sniffed, a tear
running down one cheek. She looked rather scared and
helpless, so I warmed to her.
"I was right down at the building site for the new
cottage," I told her. "I'm so sorry you couldn't find
me. I suppose it was pretty difficult. Look, don't
worry - I'll look after you this afternoon from now
on. All right?" She gave a watery smile and nodded
her head.
After the game everybody was hot and sticky, so Marina
announced we would have our swim in the pool next,
news that was greeted with great enthusiasm. As the
family have the misfortune not to be naturists, there
were changing rooms at the pool for us to use.
I am very unused to wearing swimming costumes.
Instead of my regular school costume, I brought along
my spare, which I had not worn for nearly a year. I
had not given it a thought, but I soon found it did
not fit me any more. I really struggled to put it on
and then fit my penis inside. The material was thin
but not transparent. It did not cover my bottom
properly at the top and my penis bulged clearly at the
front. It was with great difficulty that
I pulled it far enough up at the front to tuck it all
in, otherwise I would have gone round with my foreskin
and prepuce sticking out at the top.
Scott also had his problems. He had forgotten his
costume. "Please let me borrow yours, Roy," he asked
me, standing there in his little blue underpants.
"Marina won't let me swim in my skin. Even though
Christie saw my piss for the first time today," he
added proudly.
"Swim in your underpants, then," I told him, as he
pulled down the front to check his penis was still
there.
"She may not let me do that either," he moaned.
"Well, run and jump into the pool so quickly that she
can't stop you," I grinned. "Then it will be too late
to keep them dry."
"All right," Scott grinned. "Open the door for me."
I opened the changing room door and stood back. Scott
raced through it like a pink flash, gave a
blood-curdling yell, and plunged straight into the
pool, which was only a few metres away. He dived in
and thrashed his way to the other side, swimming at
full speed. Several girls were in the pool already.
I followed him out and looked for Marina. As I did
so, a communal scream of shocked laughter caused me to
whip round to see what was happening.
I was just in time to see Scott bending half in and
half out of the far side of the pool as he tried to
scramble out, his back towards me. Somewhere on his
journey his underpants had gone missing. His bare
white bottom was exposed and it was possible to catch
a glimpse of his testicles between his legs at the
back. He gave a sheepish grin and slipped back into
the pool to find the errant garment.
But Scott was not to be abashed by the commotion he
had caused, which I'm sure was accidental this time.
"Where are they?" he demanded, in feigned indignation.
"Cassie, did you pull them off?"
Cassie, in the middle of the pool wearing a tiny
bikini, shook her head, laughing, and exclaimed "No!"
indignantly. Then I saw another girl, Diana by name,
a pale-skinned, rather plain girl with freckles,
ducking underwater and coming up with Scott's
underpants. Laughing, she handed them to him.
"Oh, you stole them, did you?" accused Scott in a loud
voice, still showing off. He put them on underwater,
under the gaze of all the others, grinning all the
time.
"Scott, where is your costume?" demanded Marina, not
best pleased with her younger brother. "You can't
swim in your underpants."
"Well, they're wet now, so I might as well," he
protested. "I forgot my costume."
Christie came up, wearing a modest two-piece bathing
suit. Her top bulged slightly, but not as much as
Scott had led me to believe. "I can help, Marina,"
she offered. "Scott can borrow my spare costume.
It's in two parts, Scott, so you only have to wear the
bottom part."
"I can't wear a girl's costume," protested Scott,
climbing out of the pool. Again his underpants slid
down to expose part of his bottom, and he had to pull
them up again.
"Don't worry, Scott, it'll look like a boy's costume,"
she assured him, smiling at him. "Please come." She
hooked her arm gently through his to lead him to the
house. Scott melted and followed her, a sheepish grin
on his face.
"So I changed into her costume right in her bedroom,"
he told me excitedly later. "She was there, but she
went out quickly so she didn't see my piss again." He
pulled at the crotch of Christie's blue costume
bottom. "My piss is touching the place now where she
touches it with her wee."
"No, it isn't, because you're wearing it back to
front," I grinned.
As one of the helpers, I had to spend most of my time
supervising rather than actually swimming. Although
girls in this country up to the age of about ten
generally wear swimsuits without tops, the English
school is rather more primitive. Of course, for
school swimming even the youngest girls have to wear
full costumes, an attitude which also affects their
non-school costumes. The only girls to go topless
here were my sister Jenny and little Pippi, who is
part Swedish. Both of course have flat chests. Most
of the others wore bikinis, many of them very tiny.
It is most unusual for Shelley to wear a top to a
costume - or a costume at all, if she can help it.
But since her breasts developed little points a few
months ago, her mother has insisted that she wear a
top in public, much to Shelley's disgust. She is very
proud of her pointed little nipples. On this occasion
she was wearing the smallest bikini top she could
find. Typically, she wore it loosely, so that it kept
coming down when she was swimming and getting out of
the pool.
I had great fun with the children from the side of the
pool. The boys always enjoyed being thrown in, and so
did many of the girls, although not Christie. I
always took care to be gentle with them, picking them
up carefully and tossing them very gently. Every now
and then some of them would try to push me in,
giggling as they did so, sometimes succeeding if they
caught me off guard as I was throwing another of them
in. The water I found was cold, the pool having just
been filled so it had not yet had time to heat up in
the sun.
It was very tiring, and I was quite relieved when
Marina finally blew the whistle and sent them all to
get changed. I stayed to see that the pool was
cleared and everybody had gone to the changing rooms,
and then went off to the boys' changing room myself.
I found the four boys standing round in a circle
naked, inspecting each other's penises. Scott's was
small, but it was still considerably larger than that
of Christie's brother Michael. He had been
circumcised, and the cold water seemed to have
shrivelled up what was left until it was no more than
a tiny purple blob sticking out with a tight little
bag of testicles underneath.
James had rather a stringy penis of normal size, but
it had one unusual characteristic, being bent in the
middle. It emerged from his body, thin and stringy,
at an angle of almost 45 degrees, but then in the
middle it bent downwards quite sharply.
Martin's penis was quite impressive. I would have
imagined, had I thought about it, that a sweet little
boy like Martin would have had a sweet little penis
like Scott's. But no, this boy with the slow, cheeky
grin had quite a long strong penis hanging down
between his legs. He looked at me proudly, his green
eyes shining.
"Hey, Roy, look at Martin's piss. Take your costume
off and show us yours," Scott encouraged me. "I think
Martin's is as long as yours." Martin glowed with
pride.
"No beauty contests, thanks," I declined, struggling
to get out of my tight costume. "Size isn't
important."
"Hey, look at Roy's hairy chop," James chipped in.
Scott came to my defence. "What about James' piss?"
he asked. "It's all bent in the middle." He giggled
in a silly way. "Hey, James, what did you do to bend
your piss? Did you drop the toilet lid on it?"
"No, it got bent when I poked Christie last night,"
grinned James.
Scott went red in the face and I thought he was going
to explode. I came in quickly. "James, don't you
dare speak so rudely about a girl, especially one like
Christie," I bellowed at him. He went pale and looked
away. "I don't like the way you talk anyway. Cut it
out."
He did not stay quiet for long, though. "Hey, Martin,
turn round and touch your toes," he instructed.
Martin obeyed. James bent down and deliberately
looked between his legs, Scott also bending in
curiosity to have a look. Martin's testicles hung
down in a triangular shape, and beyond it the back of
his penis could clearly be seen.
"Look at that chop," laughed James, bending over and
reaching out a hand between Martin's legs and giving
his penis a pull. Martin straightened up and turned
round, an embarrassed grin on his face. Then James
gave a yelp, as the widely grinning Scott put his own
hand through James' legs and pulled his penis too.
"That's enough of that," I snapped at them both, just
as James made a grab for Scott's penis. We did not
want a penis-pulling competition. Scott stood there
grinning, hands placed protectively over his penis and
thighs together protectively.
As we dressed, Scott without his wet underpants, I
heard him talking to Michael. "Hey, Michael, have you
ever seen Christie without her clothes on?" he asked
him. Michael nodded his head gravely.
"Where?" Scott wanted to know.
Michael seemed to have the same sort of composure as
Christie. I was sure he had no idea at all why Scott
was asking him such weird questions, but he just kept
the same impassive look on his face. "In the shower,"
he answered eventually.
"What's she look like up here?" Scott asked him
excitedly, rubbing his hand round his chest area.
Getting no response, he tried again. "Is she big?
Does she stick out like this?" He tried to trace with
his finger the shape of a fully-grown breast.
But Michael was out of his depth. At that age most
children have no real concept of nakedness at all. In
the end he just answered, "I don't know," and that was
all Scott could get out of him.
When dressed, we went outside again where Marina had
organised some more games. The next one was Pass the
Parcel, so we sat the children round in a large
circle. With her usual imagination, Marina had three
parcels going at once, which added to the fun.
We had not been playing long when the little Alex,
with the big brown eyes, stood up and reached up to
whisper in my ear. "Roy," she said, sounding very
worried. "Scott has something coming out of his
shorts."
I looked across the circle to Scott. He was sitting
there with his legs crossed, and it was very easy to
see up his right trouser leg. His little penis and
tiny pink right testicle were clearly visible.
"He had to take his underpants off because they were
wet," I explained quietly to Alex. "But it doesn't
matter."
By the expression on Alex's face, it seemed she
thought it did matter, but she sat down again quietly.
Hilda was less polite later on when they were sitting
again, with Scott's penis peeping around the corner of
his shorts. "Hey, Scott, zip up your shorts," she
giggled. "Your pissie is running away."
Scott fought fire with fire, making no effort to tuck
his penis in again. "He's running away from you," he
told her. "He doesn't like dark blue panties." For
once Hilda was speechless.
There is not much to report about the rest of the
party, except that we all had a great time and even I
felt tired by the end of it. At six o'clock it was
time for us boys to leave the girls to their slumber
party. Marina's parents came to collect her for their
weekend trip and everyone complimented her on the
wonderful job she had done. Then her parents dropped
myself and Scott, along with his suitcase, off at my
house for the weekend.
Before leaving, Scott and I went to Christie
personally and thanked her very much for the
invitation. "You're welcome, Roy," she said to me
first, giving me a warm hug. Then she turned to Scott
behind me and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
Perhaps my comments to her about him had brought that
on. I have never seen anybody go as red as Scott did
at that moment.
So ended a wonderful party. Or so we thought. We
never expected to be involved with them again,
especially as Scott no longer seemed to be part of
this world. All through dinner he just sat there,
staring into space with an angelic smile on his face,
and it was not difficult to guess what he was still
thinking of. When the telephone rang at about nine
o'clock neither of us was expecting it.
(To be continued)
CHRISTIE'S PARTY (CHAPTER 3)
Once Scott had awoken from his daydreams, he could not
stop talking - about Christie. At about nine o'clock
we were sitting on our beds in my bedroom upstairs
supposedly watching television, but instead I was
listening to Scott telling me all he knew about
Christie and about how wonderful she was. That kiss
had certainly sent Cupid's arrow through his heart.
He had been so besotted that he had eaten little
dinner, explaining it away to my parents by telling
them that he had overindulged at the party. I had
eaten as usual and also had a couple of glasses of
wine. I certainly wasn't drunk, but in view of what
happened later I do think it affected my judgement a
little.
Suddenly my mother called up the stairs to tell me
that Shelley was on the phone and wanted to talk to
me. I went out on to the landing to use the
extension. "Hello, Shelley?" I began.
"Hello, Roy," came Shelley's voice, sounding very
anxious. "We've got big trouble here. I'm trying to
get the girls to sleep and all they do is make a
massive noise and play around. They won't do anything
I tell them. And Wanda's useless."
I was sure it wasn't as bad as all that - I was used
to Shelley getting flustered when there were problems
with anything. "After all they did at the party they
should be getting very tired soon," I assured her.
"No, they're not," she said. "After you left we
watched a video for a while and most of them went to
sleep. Then they woke up later and don't want to go
to sleep again."
"Well, best tell Christie's parents, then," I advised
her. "They're in charge, really. Haven't they heard
the noise?"
"They've gone out to a dinner and a dance," complained
Shelley. "They gave me a mobile phone to use if I
needed them, but I can't very well phone them for
that, so I phoned you instead. Please come and help.
They'll listen to you."
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that any
parent could be so irresponsible as to go out for an
evening and leave behind a large group of girls with
only two twelve-year-olds in charge. I knew the place
was hedged, walled and gated, with a local security
guard on duty, but there was still a lot that could
happen in that sort of situation.
"Okay, I'll be right over," I told her. "Give me a
few minutes."
Quickly I told Scott what had happened, although he
had already got the idea. "I'm coming too," he
declared. I would rather have gone without him, but I
couldn't very well refuse in these circumstances.
With Christie involved, he would never have forgiven
me anyway.
We went downstairs to say goodnight to my parents, as
if we were tired and needed to get to bed. Then we
went back upstairs to my bedroom. We could get
outside by climbing along a ledge and down a
drainpipe. Quickly I slipped through the window.
Scott reminded me of something I had forgotten,
although I'm sure I'd have remembered by the time I
reached the lighted street. "Hey, Roy," he giggled.
"Are we going to visit the girls with our wee-wees
sticking out?" I nipped back inside and hauled on my
shorts, and so did he. I was naturally unclothed in
the hot evening, and Scott had joined me only too
eagerly.
"I don't mind the girls seeing my piss," Scott told me
as we scuttled across the lawn towards our gate.
Well, that had been quite clear already.
We live about half a kilometre from Christie's house,
in a well-lit area where many houses have security
guards, so we had no worries about walking, or rather
jogging, there. Friday night is also big party time
in our area, so there were plenty of people around and
a minor disturbance like twenty girls rioting would
not have troubled the neighbours unduly, if they even
noticed it. I was a little worried about whether we
would be able to enter Christie's property, but there
was no problem: her family's security guard recognised
me and was quite happy to let us in again without
question. This made me rather doubtful as to his
competence, but I couldn't complain as if he had been
doing his job properly we would have had a problem.
We made our way down the drive, past the house and
towards the marquee, which we could see clearly at the
bottom end of the garden. It had been rigged up with
electric lights, but all the sides had been pulled
down so we couldn't see inside. As we came closer we
could hear shrieks, laughter and other noises such as
are usually associated with boys rather than girls.
Shelley was standing half in and half out of the tent
at one side, waiting for us, wearing only her
delightful white panties. A light almost above her
made her little pointed breasts cast long
weird-looking shadows down her stomach. It was a good
thing she was there, as it would have been difficult
otherwise to find the entrance.
"Thank goodness you've come," said Shelley straight
away. "I can't do anything with them, so please get
in and stop them."
"After sleeping earlier on, I don't think we can force
them to go to bed yet," I said. "Perhaps with a bit
more fun we can tire them out again."
"Well, you're welcome to do whatever you want, as long
as I don't have to try any more," Shelley told me in
annoyance, pulling aside the flap so we could go in.
We entered. I could hear Scott, just behind me, say
in astonishment, "Wow!"
It was a chaotic scene rather like an orgy. Because
of the heat, the girls had all taken their clothes off
except for their panties, apart from Wanda. She was
sitting on a chair at the far side, leaning back and
looking beautiful in a weak kind of way, and quite
helpless. Her legs were apart and her very soft white
panties were visible.
Otherwise, half-naked girls were running all over the
place. Many were chasing each other round and round,
shrieking with laughter. My sister Jenny and Diana
had their panties pulled down over their bottoms,
although still pulled up at the front enough to cover
the lower part of their groins. I followed Scott's
eyes, and found he had spotted Christie already,
skipping in the far corner with Naomi and Lizzie
turning the rope. Christie was wearing those light
blue panties still, and she was also the only girl
there, as far as I could see, to be wearing a top. It
was not exactly a bra but more like a half-vest or
large bikini, coming to a halt just under her breasts.
It swelled slightly at the top, but not a great deal.
It took about two seconds for us to be noticed. Then
a girl called Shirley, with short curly blonde hair, a
freckled face, a wide smile and baggy white panties,
almost ran into me as she was being chased. She
stopped and screamed, then screamed again. The horror
in her voice turned others to look in our direction,
and then many of them started screaming as well.
Diana, her pale face a guilty red, pulled up the back
of her panties quickly. Many of the girls grabbed for
scattered clothes to cover their panties or flat
chests and many of them backed away towards the
corners, some still screaming.
"I told you I'd send for Roy if you weren't quiet,"
crowed Shelley triumphantly.
The girls now stood quietly, looking very guilty and
sure they would be in trouble with me as I looked
sternly round at them all. Even Christie, making no
effort to cover her underwear, stood silently, looking
rather worried.
I heard Hilda's voice in the comparative silence.
"Roy and Scott saw your bum, Diana," she gloated.
Diana turned her face away, looking very embarrassed.
"Hilda, what does that matter?" I asked her mildly.
"Girls, you're not in trouble, but you need to listen
a bit more to Shelley. This is a party. If you want
to play in your panties or in your bare skins, that's
quite all right - you're in private here."
Many of the girls, relieved, dropped the clothes and
other things they had been using to cover their
panties. But I heard Felicity say, "Boys shouldn't be
seeing girls' panties."
"I don't mind," piped up Lesley, standing there in the
middle of the floor with her flat chest, unashamed of
her white panties.
"Nor do I," put in Christie, and everybody turned to
look at her. "They're not going to laugh at us. Roy,
thank you for coming."
There was a scuffle in the far corner. There was a
pretty little girl with short fair curly hair and a
lovely oval face, called Ashleigh, who was clearly
still shy, as she stood there trying to cover herself
with the red dress she had been wearing all afternoon.
Cassie pulled away the dress suddenly, and Ashleigh
let out a wail, doubling up to try to hide herself and
her soft white panties.
"Cassie, that's enough," I snapped. "Give back her
dress." Cassie did so, rather sulkily. "If anybody
is shy, that's all right. Ashleigh, you can get
dressed again if you want. I understand. But I'm
really glad to see so many of you here who trust me,
and that makes me feel very good. Thank you very
much." I smiled round at them. Putting it like that
made it more difficult for any of them to get dressed,
and I noticed Ashleigh held her dress less close to
her than she had done before.
"We're not equal, though," shouted out Hilda. "We're
in our panties, but you two are still wearing your
shorts."
"You must take your shorts off so that you'll be equal
with us," demanded Cassie teasingly, no doubt to try
to put us on the spot but probably sure that we would
not do so.
Scott suddenly burst out with a daring but typical
piece of play-acting in fun. He thrust his legs
apart, clenched his fists, ground his teeth and glared
round at them, looking like a monster from space.
"Come and make me!" he snarled, growling in fun.
Some of the girls squealed, while some giggled and
took a couple of steps towards him, but then stopped,
afraid to take it any further, even though they
recognised it was done in fun. Hilda rose to the
occasion. "Come on, girls, he told us to make him!"
she called out, a huge grin on her face. "Come on,
Cassie!" Obediently Cassie came forward, and the two
of them converged on Scott from either side, a little
cautiously at first. Scott snarled and continued his
monster act, though knowing full well what was in
store for him.
If I had not had that wine to drink, I think I would
have cooled things down here. I knew, but the girls
didn't, that neither of us was wearing underpants. It
would have been wise to avoid the scenes that
followed, which could have caused such trouble with
adults. But I think my judgement was a little
impaired, and when Cassie looked rather furtively at
me to see my reaction, I just laughed and said, "Take
him, then, girls, if that's what he wants!"
Hilda and Cassie took an arm each, both giggling.
Scott had not been drinking any wine - he didn't need
any to behave like that - but he was fully prepared to
play out his part. He snarled and struggled, but not
too hard. "Come on, girls, help!" laughed Hilda.
Slowly some of the other girls came forward. Diana
grabbed a leg and pulled, but not too hard. Felicity
and Lesley came and grabbed the other leg. While
Scott still pretended to struggle and roared in mock
rage, they slowly lowered him to the ground on to his
back, where he kicked his legs in the air. Looking
for Christie, I saw her about three metres away from
Scott, one hand to her mouth and looking rather
concerned lest he be hurt.
"Pull his shorts off now!" commanded Hilda. None of
the others seemed quite prepared to go that far.
"Diana, pull his shorts off," she ordered. Diana
weakly tugged at Scott's shorts but did not have the
courage to do any more than that.
"I'll do it!" called out Cassie, letting go of Scott's
right arm. "Hold him, Eleanor." She fought her way
round and grabbed hold of Scott's shorts. "Come on,
Diana, pull!"
This gave Diana new courage, and the two of them slid
Scott's shorts down. First of all his groin became
visible as his elastic shorts were pulled down over
his bottom at the back, and then they were pulled down
to the crotch, but with his penis still inside. At
this point the girls suddenly realised that he was not
wearing any underpants, and there was a universal
scream of horror. But Cassie had gone too far to be
stopped, and with a big heave she pulled his shorts
right down to his knees, revealing Scott's precious
little private parts to the world. His little penis
flopped about as he struggled, with the tiny wrinkled
scrotum wobbling underneath.
Now there was a real gasp and some genuine screams
from the girls, some of them in shock and some in
delight. Most of them put Scott down on the grassy
floor in a hurry, flat on his back, while others
stared in awe, hands clasped over mouths. Cassie
finished the job by pulling Scott's shorts off over
his ankles and tossing them into a corner.
"Ooh, I am stripped!" squealed Scott in a funny voice,
pretending to be shy and curling up into a little ball
on his back, hands in to cover his penis but with his
testicles still sticking out through his bottom. "My
piss has been discovered!" Then he pretended to
faint, flopping on to his back again and stretching
his limbs out in all directions, head back and tongue
lolling out. Of course his penis was also lolling and
he could not have given the girls a better view had he
tried. I suspect he did.
"Oh, Scott, what a sweet little baby wee-wee you
have," Diana mocked him.
"I bet it's bigger than anything you have," responded
Scott, reaching out a hand and catching hold of her
panties at the side. She pulled away with a squeal,
the top of her left groin just coming into view as she
did so.
Some of the girls didn't want to see Scott's penis and
turned away. Others stared, fascinated. Christie
came up in her top and panties and knelt down beside
him. "Scott, are you all right?" she asked, worried.
"Blrrgh!" spluttered Scott, waving his arms about and
accidentally brushing Christie on the front of her
vest, or whatever those things are called. At least,
he could claim it was accidental. Then he staggered
to his feet, leaning against Christie for support that
I'm sure he didn't need at all.
Hilda turned a daring eye on me. "Roy, it's your turn
to take your shorts off," she ordered, with a cheeky
grin.
Again, a word from me could have stopped all that
followed, as the girls were not out of control and
were certainly too nervous to attack me if I tried to
stop them. But the wine had made me reckless. I gave
a broad grin and asked her back, "Are you going to
make me too?"
I still think they would not have dared lay hands on
me were it not for Shelley. Hilda led the charge
again and the girls gathered round me, holding me by
the arms, many of them smiling up at me in admiration.
But none of them even touched my shorts.
"Cassie, pull his pants down," called out Hilda,
passing the buck again.
"I can't," replied Cassie, probably untruthfully, from
the other side of me. "I'm holding him."
"Come on, somebody!" ordered Hilda, but nobody dared.
"Roy, are you - do you have any underpantth on?"
lisped Pippi, looking up at me apprehensively.
"No, he doesn't," called out Scott, standing there
naked with Christie.
"Let me do it," Shelley suddenly called out, grinning
widely, coming over from the door where she had been
standing all the while. She had perhaps been feeling
rather as if she had been cast in the role of
spoilsport and was keen to make a contribution. "Let
me through, girls."
The girls dropped back as Shelley came through, and I
think even those holding my arms let go. Shelley
reached out mischievously to grab the elastic waist of
my shorts and pulled down hard. "Shelley, don't!" I
heard from Christie, but it was too late. There was a
collective gasp of shock as my penis came into view,
and the girls involuntarily pulled back, staring in a
mixture of horror, awe and embarrassment.
I smiled round at them, stark naked now as I stepped
out of my shorts. "Don't worry, girls, it's only a
game and I don't mind because we're all naturists in
our family. I trust you all. But, you know, we're
still not equal because you're all wearing your
panties and we have nothing. We should all be equal,
shouldn't we, Hilda?" I was deliberately trying to
put Hilda on the spot now.
There was a pause, and then Cassie shouted out in her
English accent, "Well, you boys must pull the knickers
off the girls, then!"
There were squeals from the girls of some
apprehension, and Scott quickly went back into monster
mode, roaring and advancing menacingly towards some of
them, fingers like claws as if ready to tear their
panties from them. They screamed again and backed
away quickly, some of them looking genuinely afraid.
I quickly dropped a hand on Scott's shoulder and told
him to wait.
"Listen, girls," I called out above the noise, and
they quietened down, most of them backed up against
the far wall of the marquee. "This is only a game,
but I know some of you will be too shy to play.
That's all right - we won't touch you then. Those who
are too shy to play, go and stand on that rug down the
far end. That's your safe ground there and we won't
touch you." Down at the far end of the marquee there
was a huge rug where the girls would be sleeping,
enough room for all of them to fit if they wanted to
be safe.
There was a general stampede of girls down to the far
end, some more quickly than others. Cassie's `game'
was too much for most of them, and if my judgement had
been normal I am sure I would not have dared consider
allowing it. I counted slowly and loudly down from
five to allow all those who wanted to reach safety.
Almost all the girls scuttled on to the rug, many of
them right to the back, clutching their hands over
their loins in fear, and then turned to stare
open-mouthed at what would happen next.
By the time I had reached three, there were very few
girls left in the middle. Shelley and my sister
Jenny, both naturists, were quite unconcerned at the
prospect of being stripped and were facing us with
grins on both their faces. The only other girl still
not in safety was Cassie, who was giggling and backing
into a corner at the top end of the marquee, although
she had a clear run to safety if she wanted it.
Scott was looking with disappointment towards the rug,
no doubt with Christie in mind. She too had taken
refuge. When I reached the count of one, I whispered
to Scott quickly, "Be gentle and let them escape if
they want. You take Jenny." Then I shouted out,
"Zero!", with squeals coming from the girls amassed on
the rug.
"Right, we are starting!" I shouted out, and Scott
advanced towards the giggling Jenny in his monster
pose. I looked towards Cassie, still giggling and
dancing in a corner. "Let's begin with the one who
made up the idea!"
I advanced towards her from the side, to chase her out
of the corner but to leave a clear way for her to
escape to the rug if she wished. She crouched there
in her large pair of white panties, with her ample
rounded bottom sticking out behind, grinning at me.
Tiny breasts were just beginning to swell on her
chest, with little rounded hills. I did chase her out
of the corner, but she only ran round and into the
corner behind me. Clearly, she really did want to be
caught.
I again gave her room to escape from this corner, but
she didn't take it. Wide mouth laughing, she almost
ran into my arms instead of the wide-open space I had
left for her. I grabbed her this time and swung her
gently over on to her back as she laughed helplessly,
legs kicking in a token gesture. I laid my hands on
the waist of her panties, and she gave a sort of
squeal, half-strangled in her helpless laughter as she
lay back, eyes closed and wriggling.
Deftly I pulled down on the panties, easing them over
her large bottom and then down over her groin. Quite
a large vagina came into view, a long deep black slit
with soft rounded white flesh on either side. As I
pulled her panties down her legs, she bent her knees
and the bottom of her vagina blended with the crack in
her bottom so it could hardly be seen where one
stopped and the other began.
She was still laughing and making no attempt to cover
herself as I pulled her panties over her feet and
threw them at her. She caught them against her chest
and struggled to her feet, still laughing
uncontrollably. Then she ran off towards the rug,
where most of the other girls were standing in shocked
silence.
In the middle of the room, Scott was struggling with
Jenny. He had his arms round her waist and hands
holding the top of her panties but Shelley, with
nothing else to do, had come half-heartedly to Jenny's
rescue and was pulling her by her legs. I grabbed
hold of Shelley's panties from the back and had them
off over her bottom in a trice. She squealed and
laughed, letting go of Jenny, and I completed the job.
She stood there in her naked beauty, her little
budding breasts pointing outwards and her soft,
delicate, delightful vagina revealed.
Scott was now able to finish the job on Jenny, without
meeting much resistance, as she too was laughing. He
had her on her back and pulled her panties off in a
series of jerks, no doubt enjoying the sight of her
little tight vagina - although of course he had seen
it before.
(To be continued)
CHRISTIE'S PARTY (CHAPTER 4)
I was just thinking with some regret that this was the
end of the game when there was suddenly a
blood-curdling yell almost in my ear, and a hand
grabbed me round my waist as a girl swung past. It
was Cassie, panties on again and eager for more. She
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