Touched

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

Touched

“Can I ask you something?” Nick Kline was sharing a table with Sienna Ivy during lunch. They were next door neighbors and had been friends for like forever. Normally, a few other girls sat with her, but today it was just the two of them.

“You just did,” the girl teased.

“Yeah, okay. Can I ask another one?”

“You just did that too.” She laughed, and then said, go ahead and ask your question. You don’t need my permission. If I don’t want to answer it, that’s my prerogative.”

“Years ago, when we were just kids, you told me you were a sort of witch. Not a mean one, but that you could cast spells and stuff. Was that true?”

Sienna had to laugh. They were still just kids, both of them in the first month of eighth grade, and both looking forward to their fourteenth birthday. Hers was first, in six weeks, followed by his two weeks later. “Do you think I lied?”

“You’re avoiding answering the question,” he sulked. “I guess that means you did lie.”

“And you are avoiding asking what you really want,” she accused. “What do you really want?”

He paused, and waited to see if the girl approaching them was going to sit at the table they were at. When she passed by, he began.

“My volleyball team is playing Six Hills Junior Highschool next week. They’re our biggest rival, and they always win. It’s our last year in junior high, and I want to go out with a win over them. If you really could do magic, it would help.”

“So you don’t think that you and your teammates are good enough to beat them? I thought you and Six Hills were tied for first place in our conference.”

“We are. But like I say, they always beat us. Next year I’ll be competing with them for spots on the Freshman or JV team. Winning next week would make it easier for me to get what I want. And although we are tied, they beat the same teams we did, but by a wider margin. They are very good.”

“What if I could affect the outcome somehow. Say I was able to cast spells. What would be in it for me?”

Nick paused. “Uh, my never-ending friendship?”

“I thought I already had that,” Sienna said.

He thought, trying to come up with something he could offer her. But nothing that would matter came to mind. Then he did have a thought. He didn’t need to guess what would please her.

“What do you want? I mean, assuming you really can alter the outcome of the game.”

Sienna pretended to think. As long-time friends, his desires and fears were fairly well known to her. After a suitable pause, she said, “Assuming I could make it so that you win. I want to see your entire team naked. And not just me, but a number of girls equal to all the members of the team. You would all strip for us, let us look and touch, and then you’d masturbate.”

His face turned bright red. She had seen him naked once. It was back years ago; she had just turned eight and he was a few weeks shy of his eighth birthday. That had been so embarrassing. They were in a small air-filled pool in her backyard, and when he stood, the back of his suit got caught in something and it ended up around his ankles. In an attempt to free them, he fell out of the pool onto the grass. She came to make sure he was okay, but her attention remained on his exposed privates for several minutes. He remembered even then at that age that he got an erection. As he thought about it, he remembered that there was nothing for his suit to get caught on. That was when she told him she was a witch and had done it.

“You are remembering that time in that little pool we had back when we were little kids,” she said he sat there, his eyes unfocused, not speaking. “This would be far more interesting, and you’d have to convince the entire team to do it.”

He came back to the present. It was hopeless, none of the boys would ever agree to that. It was crazy. There are no witches, and no magic.

“Never mind, it was a stupid thought.”

“What if it wasn’t so dumb?” she asked. “How many boys are we talking about?”

“Ten. Six of us are in eighth grade, three are seventh-graders, and Jimmy St. John is in sixth grade. But they would never agree to that condition. Even I wouldn’t. And there is no such thing as magic. Thanks anyway.”

“I know you believe otherwise. You’re remembering losing your suit when we were younger. It caught on something, but when you looked, there was nothing protruding for it to get hung up on. I told you I was a witch and used magic to do it, and you’ve believed that now for six years. Are you sure you were wrong all those years, or are you just scared?”

“Wait, you’re saying you really could affect the outcome of the game?”

“I’m asking you to believe that I can. Get the team together and invite me to talk to them. They might be willing to risk it if there is an ample reward at the end to overcome the cost of winning.”

Sienna took the last forkful of her lunch and got up. “Let me know when and where we should meet.” She took her tray to the turn in spot and left. She didn’t look at him. She knew he was considering it. Magic. As if.

The next day, the team met with her after practice. None of them showered after a game or practice, and four of them were still dressed in shorts and the pull-over, sleeveless jerseys they wore for games. Sienna guessed that they must wear their practice clothes under their street clothes as she was pretty sure that all of them were extremely modest. And that was going to make this much more difficult.

“I hear you all want to beat Six Hills next week,” she began. The boys all shouted that they did. “Rick Kline has asked me to help. To ensure you do win. But that help comes at a very high price. Has he said anything about it to any of you?”

The boys all looked at Nick, and all were shaking their heads. “We don’t have much money,” one of the older ones said. “And even if we did, how would you help us?”

“How I do it doesn’t matter. That I can does. How about a little challenge? The best server among you gets five serves. If he can land two of the five inside a ten-foot square circle in the back corner of the court, I will admit that I can’t help you, and I will strip naked. Totally naked, and I won’t use anything to cover my body with. You’ll all get to see every bit of me. But if you fail, then the boy who tries will strip naked, and I will be able to see all of him. Are you interested in trying?”

“That’s easy,” the boy who had spoken said. “I’ll try it, and I’m not even the best server. Nick is.”

“I’ll cut you a better deal then. You each get five attempts. Between the two of you, if any three balls land inside the area, I lose. But if no more than two do, you will both strip. Nick, this was all your idea, are you willing to take that risk in order to show your teammates that I can ensure you win?”

He wondered if she could really do it. And was it worth the risk. He really did want to win. And the odds she set up were so easy, between him and Mitch he guessed that at least six of the ten balls would land in an area that size.

“I’m in,” he said. “Are you with me Mitch?”

“Hell yes,” the boy responded. “We can’t lose, and I sure wouldn’t mind seeing a girl naked, even if it is Sienna.”

“What does that mean?” Nick asked.

“Look, I know she’s your friend and all, but she is kind of weird. She doesn’t have a lot of friends, yet everyone likes her. Her eyes are different colors, and she has that short haircut that makes her look kind of like a boy. I didn’t mean anything offensive about her. But she is different. That’s all I meant.”

A pair of shoes marked the corners of the ten-foot corner of the back court and Mitch went first. He stood three steps behind the line, walked forward, and jumped up as he served the ball. It went into the net.

“Sorry, my head is into seeing Sienna. I’ll get it this time.” He tried again and the ball landed just on the back court line, out of bounds. The next one was on the side line. The fourth one hit square in the middle.

“Come on Mitch, two more and we get to see Sienna naked,” the smallest boy yelled.

But his last shot went deep, well beyond the back line.

“All you need is two,” Mitch said as Nick approached the line.

Suddenly Nick was scared. Mitch had missed four out of five. He’d been watching Sienna, and she hadn’t moved anything. Her fingers, arms, lips – all of her body had been motionless. Yet he knew that Mitch was easily capable of landing at least three balls in a square of that size. Now it was his turn. He thought about how hard it would be to actually strip naked in front of not just her, but his teammates.

Like Mitch, his first ball hit the top of the net and landed just a foot beyond it. He tried to clear the thoughts of being naked here on the court from his mind and concentrate on shooting. His next serve almost hit the wall behind the other side of the net, a mile too long.

He tried everything he could to calm himself. He had three more to go, and two of them had to hit inside the square. He served, and landed close.

Sienna said it had been on the edge marked by the shoes, but three boys swore that it was inside that. She gave it to the boys.

Two more chances, and he only needed one. He could do this. His next serve was also close, but it hit the side of one of the shoes, and there was no doubt that it was on the line and not in the box. But it had been close. One more attempt.

Nick took his time. He closed his mind to just the fundamentals of serving. In his mind, he visualized it landing in the center of the square. He approached the line and served the ball.

“Shit,” he heard Mitch say and knew he’d missed.

“Pay up,” Sienna said. “And I’ll help to ensure that Six Hills doesn’t play any better than Mitch and Nick did. If you all agree to my terms for helping.”

Mitch and Nick stood there. They were both fidgeting, afraid to actually get naked. The other boys started with encouragement, but when neither one removed even a single article of clothing, they began chanting “Strip, Strip.” Finally, Nick made the first move and pulled his jersey over his head. He then bent to untie his shoes.

“Are you really going to do it?” Mitch whispered to him.

“We made a bet and lost. I am. You have to decide for yourself. But listen to our teammates. They want a show. And they will lose respect for you if you refuse to honor your promise.”

As Nick was pulling his socks off, Mitch swallowed his pride and modesty. Nick had been right, if he refused, especially when Nick honored his part in the bet, he’d lose more than respect. It could even affect his desire to play at least on the JV team next year.

In minutes, a cheer when up as both boys forced their hands to their sides and stood before their teammates and Sienna Ivy. They were pretty much the same, except that Nick’s dick had shrunk to its smallest size while Mitch’s was getting hard. But their balls had dropped, and both had an inch of curly hairs around the shaft of their dicks.

Sienna looked for no more than twenty seconds before announcing that she was satisfied and the boys should get dressed before anyone else entered the gym. Mitch and Nick didn’t hesitate a single second.

“Here is the only deal I will offer you boys,” she said to the team once they were all dressed again. “I will ensure your win against Six Hills Junior High. When that happens, you will all join me in my garage the evening after the game. Each of you will invite a girl to come with you. If two of you want to invite the same girl, you’ll have to work it between you. Once in my garage, you will strip as naked as Mitch and Nick were. You will not cover up. And after the girls you invited have had fifteen minutes to see you, you will masturbate yourselves.”

She paused, watching the expressions on the boys. They were about what she expected. Before anyone else spoke, she continued. “Now I know, you have your doubts. You might be thinking that I tricked, coerced, or paid those two boys to miss on purpose. I did not, but you will still have doubts. Here is what will happen if you do not win the game against Six Hills. I will be the one who strips naked and masturbates. And then, I will go to each of your houses and offer you oral sex if you want it. In case you don’t understand it by that name, I’ll be offering a blowjob. In the privacy of your own room. And, you can, if you want, bring a friend as long as it is a student at our school. And I will offer oral sex to that boy as well.”

Again she paused. The boys were looking at one another. Some were smiling. They were picturing it in their minds. Just what she wanted.

“You ten boys need to meet without me here and decide, for it has to be a unanimous decision. All of you decide you want me to ensure you beat your rivals and thus be seen naked doing something I’ll wager few, if any, of you have ever done in front of anyone. If even one of you does not want that to happen, we are done. I do not offer threats. You will play the game as best you can, I will not interfere. Perhaps you can win without my help. Let me know as soon as you reach a decision.”

Without waiting for anyone to speak, she exited the gym, her head held high. It was a risk well worth taking. Magic? Laughable. There is no such thing as magic. Or, if it did exist, she had no ability to wield it.

No, her power was in the mind. She’d learned it long ago. She called it Touching. Using words and ideas to set another’s brain on a path. She’d refined it a lot since the day she convinced Nick Kline to hook the back of his suit to his toes as he was kneeling in the water. As he stood, the suit remained in place until his feet were flat on the bottom of the pool. He fell on his own. And he never remembered pulling the back of his suit over the toes of his right foot.

She had started this path over the summer. One-by-one, she convinced most of the boys on the team that it was extremely important to beat Six Hills. And that without some kind of help, it was unlikely they could. She’d asked other students who knew the ten boys better than her about them. She knew who they liked, what they liked doing, and anything else that she could use to bend their mind to her desires.

She had no doubt that the meeting they were having would end quickly with all in total agreement that it was worth it if it meant winning. The only possible holdout would be Jimmy St. John, the youngest member. He was eleven, and not a lot of people knew much about him as he mostly kept to himself. It took a long time to find someone who even said they were a friend of his. It took two weeks of slow manipulation to learn as much as the boy knew about Jimmy, which wasn’t much. She learned he stuttered when he got nervous, and he didn’t like to talk to other kids much because of it.

If Jimmy didn’t vote the way the other boys did, it would be a shame, as Sienna really did want to see the boys naked as a group, especially those who were the same age as her. With six of them her age, it would make it very easy to do comparisons. And deep shame always made it much easier to Touch them in the future. Just as Nick was easy to Touch. He didn’t know it, but this was all her idea, not his. He totally believed it to be his idea and his alone, and that it was vital that he gain her help.

So, weeks ago she had managed to meet with Jimmy. He was shy, and uncomfortable around her. Being two years older than him made him not trust her, so she had very little opportunity to do what she did best. She determined that he seemed interested in girls, so he probably wasn’t gay. Beyond that, she learned almost nothing. He answered her questions with a single word whenever possible. But when she asked him what made him decide to join the volleyball team, he accidently gave away his secret. He stuttered and stopped talking. He tried to calm himself, and stuttered again.

As he stopped, she was able to use her Touch to see parts of him that nobody knew. He was afraid to talk, least the other kids find out he stuttered. She used it.

“You’re afraid to talk because of the stutter,” she said softly. “Can I try something? It won’t hurt, but I want to touch your lips. Just for a second.”

She could see the lack of trust in his eyes, but he nodded. She touched them, and used the back of her mind to prattle on about how it was the fear that brought on the problem. But in reality, she was putting as much effort into Touching him as she had with anyone except Nick. She sensed a large amount of anxiety coming from his home life and the expectations his father had for him.

“I think I solved the problem. Talk to me. Tell me what you tried to say. I’ll bet you don’t studder this time.” She had done all she could to make him believe her.

“I joined because my dad said I have to participate in at least two sports.” He stopped suddenly, and opened his eyes wide as he looked at her. “What did you do?”

“Nothing, really. A touch of magic. When you are about to speak, think of me and let your memory serve as a safe place to calm you. Then speak. Try some more. Tell me something about yourself that nobody else knows.

He swallowed, and didn’t speak for a few seconds. “I wet the bed until I was nine years old.” He stopped, and smiled. “That is something that pissed my dad off. I could never say out loud before without stuttering. You fixed me. Thank you.”

“You are very welcome. Mind though, I didn’t cure the reason why you stutter, I just grounded it. You have to think of me when you’re nervous. Eventually, you won’t need it anymore, you will fix yourself. But for now, use it.”

She recalled listening to him talk for the next hour without paying any attention to what he was saying. He was just so glad to be able to talk that he didn’t want to stop. Now she hoped that as he was called on for his vote that he would use her Touch to go with the flow. She didn’t have any special interest in him, and wasn’t all that interested in what he looked like under his clothes. After all, he was eleven, and from what she had seen of him there was no evidence that he’d even started puberty. But she needed a unanimous vote, so his was essential.

Her phone told her she had a text. It had only been twenty minutes since she left the gym, but it was from Nick.

“It took two votes. All voted yes to your help on the second vote after some deals were made. Don’t ask, I’m not allowed to tell.”

She texted back. “Good, you’ll win. I trust your team. Send me the list of girls who will be invited to the party after the game as soon as you all decide.”

Now she had to prepare for the game. She had no intention of letting bunch of boys see her naked, and absolutely was not about to give ten blowjobs. She needed to Touch the girls who would be there and make sure they were not about to tell any adults or even other kids. And, she had a much more difficult task. Touching involved knowing about those she touched. To do that, she was going to have to meet the members of the Six Hills team.

Touching adults was difficult at best, and sometimes impossible. Children were easy. Boys were easier than girls. And boys going through puberty were the easiest of all but children. She needed to get out of her school, and over to the other school. She’d tried the principal once before, but being an adult woman made it impossible. So she was going to have to have a good reason. It was time for her join the school’s news team and go and interview the boys on the Six Hills Junior High volleyball team.

Mrs. Granger, the principal, enthusiastically supported it. “We need for our boys to win that game. It has been too long since we last beat them in any sport. I’m tired of having to congratulate Mr. Tyler, my counterpart at Six Hills. Learn all you can about how they play. See if they will let you watch a practice. And then meet with Coach Lewis and tell him all you learned.”

Six Hills had a dozen boys on their team, and seven of them were eighth graders. The rest were in seventh. They had no sixth-grade boys on their team.

They were immediately suspicious that she was a spy and when she showed up at a practice, it was obvious they were mucking around on purpose. That didn’t matter to her, she wasn’t going to be able to help her school by learning how good these boys were. She’d dressed for success, and that was going to help.

A button-down shirt with one button open and no bra, along with the shortest skirt she owned. It ended many inches above her knees, and probably wasn’t allow in their school any more that it was in hers. But their principal didn’t hesitate to give her access.

She sat in the bleachers watching them pretend to practice. But she sat with her knees apart, and didn’t miss the attention she was getting from the boys. When it was time to interview them, she brought her right leg over her left, giving each boy a sight that he would remember for years. And it clouded their minds, making it easy to get a little Touch in on each of them.

Her first interview was with the starting Setter. She’d learned from Nick that this person’s job was to take the second hit and set up one of the front men. The boy’s name was Roger, and she made sure the unbuttoned spot on her blouse let him that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Since he’d come right from practice, he still had his volleyball uniform on. She could clearly see that he wasn’t wearing a cup as there was a noticeable tent extending from the front of his skimpy shorts to half way down the right leg. She wondered if she dropped her pencil and looked out if she would be able to see the tip, but that would put her at a disadvantage. She needed to focus on him and not on his privates.

His mind was on the spot where she had not buttoned one of the buttons, and she knew he could see a part of one of her breasts. She asked simple questions about the team and his job, but she gradually started asking about him. Did he have a girl friend? Was he as strong as he looked? Was his belly button an innie or outie? He actually showed it to her when she asked that one. It was an innie with no sign of a happy trail of hair. She used the opportunity to rise from her chair and pretend to get a good look, all the while knowing that he now could see most of her breasts. When she sat back down, the lump in the leg of his tight jeans was bigger, and there was a slight wet spot at the end. Then questions about how he knew where to set up the ball. What happened when he wasn’t paying attention.

She now knew enough about him to Touch his thoughts. She tested it by having him pull back the leg of his shorts. He was completely unaware that he was doing it, and it gave her a look at the pink head of his penis and nearly and inch of the shaft.

It was enough. She had to stop herself before she made him show even more. She used a twist of words to make him lose focus on the game and fail to set the ball up properly. She ended the interview and waited for the next boy, who was the starting Serving Specialist. She repeated the process and achieved almost the same results.

The last boy who hung around after practice was the team’s Libero. If not for lessons from Nick, she wouldn’t have had a clue about that position. But now she knew that he worked the back court only, and typically only played when the other team was serving.

He’d taken the time to dress while she interviewed the other two, and with him in street clothes she actually could focus more on her attempt to Touch him. He was more resistant, and she almost gave up. Just before she did, the first boy came over and whispered something in his ear. His eyes went from trying to see up her skirt to the unbuttoned button, and from there she was able to have a small degree of success. She tested it by asking to see his belly button. Actually, he offered it to her without her asking, but she had done it via the Touch. He would never know the difference.

She left Six Hills Junior High with a good sense that she could control much of the action when the ball was on their side of the court.

Now she had to know which girls were going to be invited and try her best to Touch them. All she needed to do was use her Touch to convince the girls to enjoy the show but not talk about it to other kids. A fairly easy task, but first she had to get to know stuff about them in order for her Touch to work.

By the day of the game, she was exhausted. She had never in her life used so much Touch before. At least she knew six of the ten girls who would be there after the end of the game, so that saved a lot of time, but she still had to sit with each one and get inside their heads.

There was a large crowd of fans, and it was a home game for her school, which would also help them win. But now she was going to have to spend more mental energy to ensure that happened.

Six Hills won the coin toss and served first. Their star server was one of the boys she had touched, and she mentally sent a message to him to be distracted by the slight angle of the net. As he served, the ball hit the net, bouncing back to his side of the court. He got the next ball over, and Nick set up a lineman, who failed to spike the ball, but still got it over the net and towards the Libero, another boy she had Touched. She suggested to him that the ball belonged to a back row player, and he inexcusable allowed it to drop. But each use of her Touch further tired her out, and she knew she was going to have to limit how often she used it.

By allowing both teams to play and only occasionally trying to control the action, her school won the first match in a close game.

They lost the second match by a score of 28-26. She had only helped once in that match, and it hadn’t helped her team. Now it was down to a third match and she knew she had to use all of her Touch to control the action.

By the end of the game, she saw that her Touch was barely working, or perhaps not even working at all. However, her team won three rallies in a row, closing a big gap, and went on to win by the required two-point margin. She had helped a little, but it was the team believing that she was using magic that really won the game, not her effort. It amazed her though that the setter, server, and Libero all made the same mistakes many times that she had discussed during the interviews.

That evening, they all showed up. The boys were very nervous, understandably. But they came, and each one accompanied by a girl. Fortunately, there were no surprises. The girls present were the ones she had Touched. As exhausted as she was, if one of the boys had changed his mind on who to invite, she would not have been able to control her actions.

She had to smile at Jimmy St. John. He was smiling, which was a total surprise as she knew he had to strip naked. He had brought a girl from the seventh grade, one who was a year older than he. During her Touch session with the girl, she found out that the girl, whose name was Kate, knew what was going to happen. “He didn’t want any girls he sat next to in school to see him, you know, naked,” she had explained. “And the thing he has to do once he is. I’m kind of honored. He managed to tell me all of it without his usual stutter. I’m kind of proud of him, and told him as much. But I am looking forward to the show. I’ve never seen any boy of any age naked, so seeing a group between the ages of eleven and fourteen is going to be a lot of fun.”

Now it was time for her to use whatever Touch remained available to her to set the hooks for the boys to strip and the girls to accept it without letting rumors of it get out of the garage.

“Okay,” she began, fighting back against the fatigue she felt. “As you know, the boys made a bet with me and lost.” She saw some looks of surprise on the faces of a few of the boys. She couldn’t remember what had been agreed upon as to why they were about to strip naked.

“Nick, perhaps you want to talk about why the girls are here.”

“Sure, he said. “As you know, Sienna said she knows someone who is a very good coach and player. She said she could get him to come to a few practices. The agreement was that if he helped us and we won the game, we all had to do something horribly embarrassing. That is why you girls are here. Some of you probably already have been told what it is we agreed to. We did win the game, so now we have to pay the price for what she did for us.”

“What would have happened if you lost the game after getting help from this so-called coach?” Molly Dalton asked. She was the girl Nick had chosen to come.

“She would have stripped totally naked and allowed us to touch her. Then she would have showed us how a girl masturbates. And now that I’ve said that, I think all of you can guess what we agreed to do if we won the game. Boys, as a team, start now. No stragglers and no quitters.” He kicked his sneakers off before removing his shirt.

The other boys followed suit, even Jimmy, the one Sienna was most worried about.

While the boys stripped, Sienna remembered she still had something to do. “Girls, you are allowed to touch the boys, but not hurt them. And remember, all of you agreed to not take any pictures nor ever talk about this to anyone not in this garage.” She used the last of Touch to put the idea solidly into each of the girl’s heads.

With that done, she was finally able to relax and enjoy the show. Nick had taken care of the boys, which was good because she didn’t think she had enough Touch energy left to get them to do as ordered if any of the got scared or refused.

Nick was the first boy to get naked, followed almost immediately by Mitch. She’d seen both of then naked just last week, so her attention went to the other boys.

To her surprise, Jimmy St. John was next to get naked. His dick was erect, but not more than three inches long. His ball sack was round and smooth, unlike Nick and Mitch’s. And he was totally hairless. She was even more surprised that he made no attempt to hide his privates.

Sienna glanced at his ‘date’, Kate. She whispered to him, just loud enough for her to hear. “You did fine, and I think you look really cute. Nothing to be embarrassed about at all.” Sienna was glad that she was the girl Jimmy had brought.

One of the seventh-graders was next to him, and once naked, there was little difference between them. The older boy’s dick was a little longer, and his ball sack had shapes inside it, but he was also totally devoid of any pubic hair.

Kate looked at him and her smile got even wider. “Trent, I’m so proud of you. You’re showing just how courageous you are, overcoming your fears about being seen naked. I like what I see.”

The boy’s face grew a deep shade of scarlet, but he managed to smile back at her.

In short order, all ten boys were naked. All had erections. The six eighth graders drew the most attention from the girls, but Jimmy and the seventh-grade boys were not ignored. The girls walked around, looking not just at the boy who had invited them, but making sure to get a good look at each of the naked boys. Sienna joined them.

Ten boys. Two hairless. Two with lots of hair. Eight with shaped balls inside their sack. All of them with erections and their dicks jumping up and down or side to side on their own. And all were very embarrassed to be on display while girls walked around gawking at them. It was every girl’s dream, but only eleven girls were there to enjoy it.

None of the girls had ever touched the penis of a boy older than five, and each of them tried out many of the available boners. They were pleased at the way it may the boys moan and try to drive their hips forward.

Once they had seen and touched enough, someone, Sienna wasn’t even sure who, ordered them to start the next step.

Eight boys gripped their dicks with variations of methods using their right hand, the other two used their left. Some use a full encirclement with the hand. Most others used two fingers and a thumb. One boy just was rubbing the shiny pick head with the fingernail of his index finger.

All but two of them produced ejaculate. Even then there were differences in color, thickness, and amount. The younger ones shot thin, almost clear bursts of two or three. The oldest ones shot more, and the color varied from grey to dark white with much more thickness. Steven Hicks shot the most, five quick bursts, and then two more after a few more seconds of coaxing.

After it was done, the boys quickly dressed as the girls thanked them for the best show they could ever have imagined. They left quickly, all except Jimmy St. John and Nick Kline.

“It wasn’t magic that made us win, was it?” Nick said. “You don’t do magic, do you.”

In her mind, she had a wonderful answer to his question, but she felt compelled to just say “No, it wasn’t magic.”

“Jimmy thinks he know how it was done. He said it’s psychological. Kind of like hypnotism. You get to know a lot about the person, and plant ideas in their head.”

“You made the team think you were going to use magic to help us win, but you didn’t,” Jimmy said. “You helped us win the same way you stopped me from stuttering.”

She wanted to say no. She’d never said she would use magic. But instead, she nodded her head. Suddenly she knew what was happening. However it worked, at least one of them, perhaps both, had learned Touch. It was being used against her, and she was too exhausted from using it to defend herself.

“I think you’d be a lot more comfortable if you were naked.” Nick had said it softly, but suddenly she knew she would be a lot more comfortable without her clothing. Before she could move though, Jimmy spoke.

“If you want, we’ll remove your clothes for you. That would be easier.”

“Yeah, sure,” she said. She gave in, there was no resistance left in her.

The two boys, one nearly fourteen and the other just past his eleventh birthday, took their time. Nick unbuttoned her blouse, having a bit of difficulty because for him the buttons were on the wrong side. As he worked, Jimmy had unsnapped her jeans and was slowly pulling them down.

“Step out of these,” he said, and she did.

She now had just panties and a bra. The boys switched up. Jimmy was trying to figure out how a bra clasp worked as Nick slowly lowered her panties. By the time she stepped out of them, Jimmy had figured it out. She was now totally naked.

“It isn’t as bad as you thought it would be, is it?” Nick asked. “You don’t see any need to try and cover up.”

She found herself saying he was correct. Her hands, which had moved to try and cover her breasts and slit, moved to her sides.

“Show us how a girl masturbates,” Nick said. “We showed you how we do it, so it is okay for you to show us.”

And he was right. The boys had behaved very well. Now it was her turn. Fair was fair. She took a seat on a lawn chair and stuck her favorite finger into her slit and reached up.

The excitement of seeing ten naked boys had her more than ready. It only took a few minutes for her orgasm to come, flooding her inside with moisture.

“If ever you want to see either one of us naked again, all you have to do is ask. You don’t need to use hypnosis. If you’ll get naked, we will too. Fair enough?”

It wasn’t hypnosis, she was sure of that. It was Touch. And she knew her Touch power would be better than theirs. But the idea that she could get to see them by asking as long as she also got naked seemed like such a fair way to do it that there would no longer be a reason for her to use Touch. At least with them.

“Can I get dressed now?” She asked.

“Are you going to ask for the blowjob?” Jimmy asked Nick.

“No, that would be taking advantage of my best friend. I know when we talked about it I said I wanted one, but not like this. It would have to be her idea, not one either of us planted in her head.” Nick turned to Sienna. “Yeah, you can get dressed now.”

“I’ve got to go. Sienna, thank you for helping me stop stuttering. That is the more than worth being seen naked by you, the other girls, and the guys on the team.” He turned and left.

“Do you really know what you are doing?” she asked Nick after Jimmy went out the door.

“No. He told me how to phrase things, how it would work. It’s really strange magic. He made me willing to give him a blowjob, but never let me do it. I sort of wanted to for a while.”

She now knew it was Jimmy who had the ability to use Touch, not Nick. She felt her self being back in control. She was still naked, but now it was her choice.

“That day in my pool when we were little kids,” she began. “I used Touch on you. I made you pull your own suit down. You never knew. That was wrong, and I apologize. Do you really want a blowjob?”

He blushed and looked away. “A lot. But not if you are hypnotized. That wouldn’t be right.”

“I’m not. I have control of all I say and do. Take your clothes off again. I have an apology to make. And it will be an oral one of sorts. And I won’t regret it. We will always be friends.”

He didn’t ask if she was sure. He accepted her statement. He really wanted a blowjob. He stripped, this time with a lot less embarrassment than before.

Sienna didn’t hesitate. She was afraid that if she thought it over, she might change her mind. And she was positive that this was not a lingering bit of Jimmy’s Touch. Of course, she also knew that if it was, she would think otherwise. Either way, she got between her best friend’s knees and took his four-and-a-half-inch long erection into her mouth and did as good a job as she could. When he ejaculated, she swallowed it down.

“No regrets. We are still best friends,” she said. She felt good about it. She’d tricked him long ago, and again this week. All to see him and other boys naked. It was only fair that she gave him a payback she knew he wanted. Both of them were happy as they got dressed and said their goodbyes for the evening.

The end