Peggy

NAMB

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[9,263 words]

I live in a fantasy world of fetishes. This is a story of a fetish whose theme I’ve used before. It’s sort of autobiographical at least as the fetish goes. As far as the events depicted in the story, they only happened in my mind. The non-kinky parts are based on actual events.

-=o=-

We moved in with the Wilsons in 1960 after my father’s death in the line of duty as a fireman. It was just my mom and me. I was 10 at the time.

Mrs. Wilson was also a widower. She lost her husband as one of the last casualties of the Korean War. He left her pregnant with a daughter: Peggy. The girl was named after the First Lady at the time of her birth. She was 8 years old.

I’m named after another political figure of the era: the 32^nd president. My full name is Franklin, but I prefer to go by Frank.

By age 10 I was already engrossed in a fantasy world where girls ruled and had magical powers over us boys. I had already had a fetish for specific items made out of rubber. In this magical mental kingdom (or should that be queendom) I believed that if a girl could touch my penis with one of these magical objects, I would have to do whatever she said.

If that isn’t the classical definition of a fetish I don’t know what is. My journey into this universe is a long story that would provide a battalion of PhD candidates for psychology with thesis material, but I was already masturbating to these fantasies for several years at the time of the move.

-=o=-

Peggy was a cute girl and very easy to get along with. She was two years younger than me and still played with dolls, but we quickly accepted each other and over the course of time, we were for all purposes brother and sister.

Although we had separate sections of the house, there was nothing to prevent either of us from accessing each other’s “house.” The downstairs hallway and basement were “common” territory. Nonetheless, our families respected each other’s privacy. Out moms were often in each other’s kitchens in the morning to share a cup of coffee and gossip.

Peggy and I shared a play space in the basement.

Both families shared the washer and dryer.

Peggy and I went to the same Catholic School and naturally walked to and from school together. People who did not know better actually thought that we were related. I think the giveaway was that we always treated each other nicely instead of bickering like real siblings often do.

For the most part, she had her group of friends and I had mine. However, in bad weather we played together in the basement of the house. We played all kinds of games including “school” where I would play student in a class along with some of her dolls and stuffed animals. In reality, I was the one to help her with her homework, even though she was a good student.

We played a number of other games as well, but the ones that had interest to me were the games we played with a rubber ball. As I said, I had a fetish for rubber and playing with a rubber ball with a girl had more interest than just a normal game.

Basements aren’t roomy enough to play a game of stickball or even a decent game of catch, but there were some other games that could be played indoors.

One of these was where we stood opposite each other and bounced the ball back and forth trying to hit a popsicle stick on the floor between us. When the ball hit the stick, the stick usually popped up and landed in a new position. The objective of the game was to “push” the stick into your opponent's territory.

It was a dumb game, but mindless and occupied our time.

Another, more vigorous game was Chinese Handball. In regular handball, the ball is bounced off the wall and the objective for the other player is to hit it back to the wall either directly or on the first bounce.

Chinese Handball is played by bouncing the ball on the ground first and then having it hit the wall and bounce back. On the street, the game is normally played with four players, each defending a sidewalk “square.” If the ball bounced back into your own square, you got to hit it again. One tactic was to “dribble the ball” (that is keep hitting it so it remained in the player’s square) to lull the other players into a false sense of security and then slam it into another player’s box. A good player could hit it two squares over! A player could only hit the ball if it bounced into his or her square.

The cinderblock wall of the basement was an ideal court. Our version of the game had only two players and we marked off the squares on the floor. Peggy was surprisingly good at this game, “for a girl.” The game favored those with good eye-hand coordination, and she had a way to develop that.

She developed this skill by playing a game that almost every other girl also played, and it was known by it’s opening rhyme. In this game, the girl bounces the ball under her leg while reciting, “A, my name is Alice and my husband’s name is Al. We come from Alabama, and we sell apples. B, my name is Barbara …” as she goes through the alphabet naming off girl’s names, boy’s names, places and products all to the cadence of the bouncing ball.

The rhyme marks this game as one unique to girls. No boy played any game even close to it with or without a rhyme.

Girls also like to play clapping games with each other to the cadence of a rhyme. Peggy would do that often when her friend Judy and she got together. There were also rhymes that girls chanted when jumping rope.

There was little wonder why girls’ verbal skills at this age were superior to boys. Also, they developed good motor skills and what today is known as “muscle memory.”

This game was also suited for play in the basement and whenever she played it, I simply stood back and watched her. She put me in a trance by doing it. I envied her skill.

It was these activities that eventually led to my fantasy world coming true.

Whenever I could, I would “steal” her ball and take it with me and take my penis out of my pants and touch the ball to it. This wasn’t very often and it would only happen after we were playing in the basement and she left the ball behind.

I tried rubbing my penis with the ball and never really had success in obtaining an orgasm, but it did make me excited enough to have a better orgasm when I masturbated as I normally did.

Then there was the matter of sneaking the ball back to where I got it.

I was doing this thievery on and off (mostly off because someone always seemed to be home and she seldom left her ball where I could get it) for nearly two years.

It was when I was putting the ball back down in the basement when Peggy caught me.

“What are you doing with my ball?”

“Nothing.”

“What do you mean, nothing?”

“I ah,” I suppose that I should have thought out a response to being caught in advance, but what 12-year-old thinks that far ahead, especially when his penis is involved.

I said nothing and she pressed on, “You’ve been taking my ball all along. I was wondering how it could go missing and then later on show up all on its own.

I suspected something was going on, so I started putting the ball down so the logo was always on the bottom. Sometimes I came back, and the logo was facing a different direction.

Why are you taking it? What are you doing with it?’

I had to make a choice. I could try to talk my way out of it and have her think that I was some kind of a weirdo, or I could tell her the truth. She still might think I was a weirdo, but maybe not.

I decided to come clean. I was very fond of my “sister” and I felt that she needed to know. I took a leap of faith and I decided to trust her.

“I’m sorry, Peggy. You caught me. Yes, I have been borrowing your balls all along.

If you want to know I will tell you, but it is a long story and it’s a very secret story. You have to promise me that you will never tell anyone else.”

“All this over a stupid rubber ball?”

“Well, it’s more than just a rubber ball to me. It’s *YOUR* rubber ball.”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone and I will explain.”

“I promise. Now what’s the big deal?”

“I really don’t know how to start.

I have this thing where I believe that girls are better than boys.”

“I like that!”

“Please don’t interrupt. This is very difficult as it is.”

“OK, I’m sorry.”

“I also have a thing for things made out of rubber.”

I could see Peggy stifle a giggle, but she remained silent.

“So, things that are made out of rubber that are associated with girls have a special … attraction for me.

Things like bathing caps or Keds sneakers or rubber balls.”

“But how is a ball something associated with us girls?”

“I’m getting to that.

Women and girls are the only ones who wear bathing caps. I see them at the pool. I see them at the beach. They are very rubbery, stretchy and have a very strong rubber smell.

As for Keds. Every one of you girls wear them and only you girls wear them. They are definitely ‘girl sneakers.’ They have a nice rubber sole.

Now with a ball, it has a nice texture to the rubber and it also has a rubbery smell to it.”

“So what?”

“Well, what is that if I touch my penis to one of these things it makes it hard and it makes me feel very good when I play with it.”

“What do you mean by hard?”

“Do you know what boys look like?”

“Of course I do. I watch my Aunt Marion change my cousin, Walter all the time.”

“Tell me what Walter’s penis looks like.”

“His what?”

“His penis. His boy thing. Penis is the name for that part of a boy.”

“I didn’t know that.

Um, it just sort of sticks out. It’s got a top sort of like a mushroom. He has a pee hole on the end of it.”

“I bet it only sticks out a little.

When a boy gets ‘excited,’ his penis gets bigger and harder.”

She looked uncertain but said, “O…kay.”

“I guess it doesn’t make sense. You have to see it.”

“You’ll let me see it?”

“Promise not to tell anyone.”

“I PROMISE!”

“OK, but if I do, will you touch your ball to it?”

“Why?”

“Because if you do it, you can make it get big and then I can show you how I play with it.”

“Oh, I’d like that, but why can’t you use a ball of your own?”

“This is difficult to explain.

I can’t do it with just any rubber ball. It has to be a ball belonging to and played with by a girl.

If I were to buy a bathing cap from the store or a pair of Keds or a ball, they would just be ordinary objects.

It is when a girl wears a bathing cap or her sneakers that makes them special.

With a ball it’s playing with it. When you play “A my name is Alice” with your ball it’s like the priest consecrating the host. It transforms it. As you play, you put part of your Girl Power into the ball.

When I take the ball and I put it against my penis, your power moves from the ball to me and you get control over me. Every time you touch the ball, you add a little bit of power to it and every time I touch it after you touch it, that is that much more power you have over me.

You don’t even have to be there. You leave your power behind.

So, if you are actually holding the ball when it is in contact with my penis, instead of taking control of me a little bit at a time, the power transfer is instant and constant.

I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“You really want me to take control over you?”

“Yes.”

“But I’m younger than you.”

“That doesn’t matter. You’re a girl. That’s what’s important.”

“What does it mean to be in control over you?”

“It means, you’re the boss. I have to do what you say. If you want me to do something, just ask and I have to do it. All it takes is you touching one of your rubber objects to my penis and I get to be your slave.

Of course we have to be careful about this, we can only do it when we are alone.”

“Of course I’m not going to ask you to take it out when other people are around, but if I’m really the boss will you do things for me even when you’re dressed?”

“That depends on what they are.”

“Well, I’d like it if you do some of my chores for me, like the laundry. I really don’t mind putting them in the washer and getting them out, but folding them is such a bother. So how about I let you know when I take the clothes out of the dryer and then you can come down here and fold them for me.”

“I suppose I could do that.”

“Well, if you’re supposed to be my slave, I suppose you have to.

Do you want me to touch your … what did you call it?”

“Penis.”

“Yeah, that’s it. It’s such a funny name.

Do you want me to touch your penis with my ball? Are you ready to be my servant?”

There really wasn’t any backing down now. The girl knew my darkest secret. Showing her my penis was almost anticlimactic. I unzipped my fly. I was aware of how focused Peggy was on that part of my anatomy.

I reached in and fished out my penis. Peggy giggled.

“It’s so big! Walter’s is just a little nub.”

“Mine used to be that way too, but recently it started growing.”

“So, what do I do.”

“Go ahead, touch it.”

“I can do that?”

“Of course you can. You’re in charge.”

She reached out and touched the tip of my penis with the tip of her finger. It twitched as she touched it and she laughed as she withdrew her hand.

“Come hold it at the base,” I urged.

“It feels kind of funny. It looks funny, too.

Are you aware that you have it? I mean I can’t imagine having something sticking out like that and not knowing that it’s there.”

“Usually, I don’t know that it is there at all except when I have to pee. Then there are times when it gets hard all on its own and I don’t know why, but then I know it’s there.”

I could not believe that I was having such an intimate conversation with a 10-year-old girl as she was holding my penis.

She took the ball and started poking at my penis with it. To me, the magic was happening, a girl was touching my penis with something made of rubber. I had no will to even try to resist.

“It’s getting bigger!”

“I told you that would happen.”

“Oh wow! How big will it get?”

“About 5 inches.”

It did not take my neighbor long to have me fully erected.

“That was fun!” she exclaimed.

“Can I get you to rub it with the ball?”

“How do I do that?”

“Just put it underneath and move it back and forth along the length. Make sure you rub the very end, just under the pee hole.”

Peggy surprised me. Whenever I tried using the ball, I rubbed too hard and I had to break off my attempts before I could hurt my penis. She had a gentle touch. It felt good.

“Keep rubbing it,” I told her.

“Why? It seems to be as big as it’s going to get.”

“Keep rubbing and you’ll get more power over me. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Her touch was exquisite. I was never able to do it this long without making my penis sore. She was getting me close to that wonderful feeling. I always wanted to “go all the way” with the ball, but I had to stop and use my hand to finish the job.

Now this girl was doing it to me. I could feel “the good feeling” coming on. She was going to make it happen. I had to let her do it.

“Are you OK?” she asked as she saw me tense up and heard my breathing get labored.

I nodded, yes vigorously, and managed to grunt out “keep rubbing, keep rubbing.”

And then it did happen. The good feeling except that it was better than I ever felt it before. If Peggy could do this to me then she truly was the boss of me. I knew I’d do anything for her to get her to do it to me again.

Then something happened that neither of us expected.

“What’s that? Did you pee on my ball?”

“I don’t think so.”

She held the ball up to her nose. “It doesn’t smell like pee.” She then took a finger and rubbed it against the spot. “It’s slippery and sticky.”

“I think that must be sperm,” I said.

“What’s sperm?”

“It’s the stuff that gets women pregnant and makes babies.”

“Oh,” she replied.

Neither of us had a clue at the time.

“You seemed to like it,” she said. “I had fun doing it to you. Can we do it again?”

“I guess so, but I have to wait a bit.”

“Why? How long?”

“I don’t know. I just can’t do it back-to-back. I don’t feel like doing it if I just did it.”

“You said you liked it.”

“I do! But for some reason it just doesn’t work that way. I usually wait a half an hour before I can try it again.”

“A half hour! We don’t have that much time. We’re not supposed to be down here at all unless the weather is bad. You know how our moms want us out in the street and in the sunshine all the time.”

She was right. We seldom got to play indoors when the weather was good.

Almost prophetically, the door to the basement opened and we heard her mother’s voice, “Peggy, are you down there?”

I immediately put my deflating penis away and zipped my pants up.

“Yes, mom. Frank is here, too and he’s helping me with the laundry.”

“That’s a good boy, Frank. It’s so nice of you. Peggy, make sure you say, ‘thank you’ to that nice boy.”

Peggy rolled her eyes and said, “Yes, mom.”

“Then you kids get out. It’s a nice day out there.”

Peggy said, “I have to think about this. I like the idea of being in charge. I have an idea. You know how you told me that when I play “A my name is Alice” with the ball, it’s something special?”

I nodded.

“Well, when I do that, I cross my leg over the ball on each bounce. So if we’re out someplace and I want you to do something, I’ll cross my fingers like this. It will remind you of me crossing my leg over the ball. That will be our secret sign that I’m in charge and I am giving you an order. Got it?”

“Yes.”

-=o=-

There was one big problem with this arrangement, Peggy and I had no place to do it except when the weather was bad and even then, there was always the chance that one of our moms might catch us. We had to be alert.

We finished the laundry and went out to play. I met up with a couple of boys and Peggy, as usual, went a couple of doors down to play with some girls sitting on the stoop. Mostly they were whispering back and forth with cupped hand to another girl’s ear. I did not want to think about what Peggy was telling her mates.

I finished my game and went in to eat lunch. I noticed that Peggy stopped playing and also headed home. We met at the door.

She said to me, “Let’s eat lunch in the backyard.”

I looked at her. She crossed her fingers and I said, “OK.”

We met at the picnic table several minutes later.

“I was thinking about what we did this morning,” she said. “We didn’t get to finish our conversation.”

“Um, are you sure this is the place to talk about it? It’s kind of embarrassing for me.”

“I’m the boss, remember. I want to talk about it.”

“I suppose you are right.” I was feeling a bit uneasy that she was asserting her dominance outside of our special “play time” but as long as we didn’t do anything that would get us in trouble, I could go along with it.

“You said that you have to wait about a half hour before you can do it again. What is ‘it?’ Does it have a name?”

“I don’t know what to call what you did to me with your ball. Balling is probably a good word for it. You managed to make it work. Whenever I tried it, it didn’t work so I did something else.”

“What is something else?”

“It’s called jerking off.”

“Oh, I heard some boys talking about that. What is it?”

I blushed, I felt like I was selling out my entire gender by revealing what boys do in secret to a girl.

“It’s a special way to play with a penis to make it feel good. I’m almost sure every one of us boys does it, but none of us ever admit to doing it. It’s a very private thing.

You take your hand, and you wrap it around your penis and then you pull the skin over the head and pull it back. You keep doing it until it feels good.

Sometimes when I have the chance, I use baby oil. Then I can’t grab the skin and my hand just slides up and down and my penis rubs against the palm of my hand. That way feels better, but it’s messier and I have to clean up. I don’t always have time for that.

The first way is easier. All I need is my hand and I can do it anytime and anywhere.”

“I’d like to see that. Can you show me?”

“I can’t do it here. It’s too open, someone could see us.”

“Come with me,” she said, taking me by the hand. She led me to the fence between our house and the house next door. She pushed aside a board and slithered through. She motioned me to do the same.

We were now on our neighbor’s property under the kitchen window. The bottom of the window was about 6 feet off the ground. There was a bush that grew up almost to the sill level. There was a small alcove between the bush and the house.

“I found this place years ago when playing hide and seek,” she explained.

I could stand if I bowed down a bit.

We stood there facing each other and she said, “Show me.”

I started to take my penis out of my shorts, but she stopped me. “No, pull your pants down. I want to see more.”

I started to object but she cut me off while crossing her fingers, “I’m the boss. You will do what I say, or I’ll tell everyone how you took your penis out and showed me.”

She was a girl who kept her word and although I doubted that her threat was serious, her demand was so firm that I pulled my pants down. Before I could do anything else, she told me, “Stop, I want to take a closer look.”

She knelt down in front of me and took the head of my penis between her thumb and two fingers, she lifted it up.

“What’s those things?” she asked.

I knew exactly what “things” she was talking about. “Those are called balls. That’s where the sperm is made.”

She giggled at the explanation and she reached out and grabbed them.

“Careful, they are very sensitive. You can hurt a boy if you hit him there.”

“Oh, so that’s why mom told me that if a man was trying to do something bad to me, I should kick him between the legs and run.”

“That would probably do it. You can feel them, but just be gentle.”

Peggy explored this part of my anatomy. I liked the way it felt. She did have a good touch.

Satisfied with her examination, she stood up and said, “OK show me a jerk off.”

I demonstrated my technique to her. She laughed as she watched me, “I can see why they call it jerk off. It looks like you are trying to jerk it off.”

It didn’t take me long to reach orgasm. Once again, I was surprised by the tiny bit of liquid that came out. I thought that this morning was a special occasion because Peggy was using her ball on me.

“That was fun to watch. You look so funny when that thing happens. It’s fun watching you … jerk off … but it’s also fun to see the rest of you, especially your face when it happens. I didn’t get good look the last time; I was too busy rubbing you with my ball.”

I pulled up my pants and we went back out to play with our respective friends.

We were blessed with a beautiful summer which meant no playtime down in the basement. Occasionally, I would run into Peggy in the hall, and she crossed her fingers and say, “There’s some laundry downstairs in the dryer that needs folding.”

As the days got sunnier and hotter, Peggy begged her mother to let her go to the pool. The pool was only about a half mile away, but involved crossing some busy streets and it would put her outside adult supervision.

She suggested, “Frank can take me. He’s old enough.”

Her mom said, “We can’t impose on the boy.”

My mom backed Peggy up, “Wait a minute. I know Frank likes going to the pool, too. It’s good exercise for him and he’ll get plenty of sunshine. I don’t think he’d mind going once a week.

How about it, Frank. Are you willing to do it?”

Mrs. Wilson chipped in, “I’ll even give you kids some money so you can buy some ice cream while you are there.”

The decision was being left to me. I looked at Peggy. She had her fingers crossed.

“Sure, I’ll do it.”

As it turned out, I was also accompanied by Peggy’s friend from down the block, Judy. She showed up early each Wednesday morning. Her mom packed a bag of snacks for us. Mrs. Wilson even offered me money beyond what it cost for the ice cream, but my mom would not hear of it. When you are 12, free ice cream isn’t a bad salary when all you have to do is walk about 10 blocks and swim and play in the pool.

It wasn’t a bad deal, first of all Judy wasn’t a bad looking girl. She’s only 10 which is a big deal now, but in a couple of years that won’t matter. Also, both girls were pleasant company. We had a lot of fun playing games in the pool. I pretty much forgot that they were little girls.

Each girl carried a small bag with her with the snacks and pool stuff. However, Peggy carried her bathing cap openly. I had told her about my fetish for such items and she was using it to her advantage.

Seeing her and other girls wearing bathing caps in the pool got me hard which is why I spent most of my time in the water. The coolness of the water helped keep the erection at bay and the general obscuration of the water kept it from being noticed.

On almost every trip, Peggy would have me “hold her stuff” (which I did obediently)at some point while she tied her shoe or did some other thing. She knew that having me handle her cap and get close enough to smell it, would make me hard. We couldn’t do anything more than that, but it was enough. She’d whisper something to Judy and the girl was not too subtle at inspecting the bulge in my shorts. I pretended not to notice.

As Judy left us at the door after one of our pool excursions, Peggy said. “You were hard all the way home. Are you going to jerk off?”

I saw no use in denying it. “Yeah, but I’ll have to wait until I go to bed.”

“Wait until this afternoon. I’ll see to it that there will be some laundry to fold. There will be a special surprise for you. Just make sure I get it back in time for next week’s pool trip.”

-=o=-

I was out playing with my friends when Peggy walked up, crossed her fingers and said, “laundry time” and then went on to join her friends.

I excused myself and one of my friends mentioned, “Why do you let her boss you around like that?”

All I could say was, “She’s a good girl and I owe her some favors.”

There was a small load of laundry to fold. There was also the bathing cap that Peggy wore that morning. I knew what I wanted to do with it, I just didn’t know where to do it.

Clearly, I could not bring it up to my bedroom. If I had a tough time explaining to Peggy what I was doing with her ball, how could I explain having a girl’s bathing cap in my room?

I couldn’t do anything on the spot because of the possibility of one of our moms coming down.

In fact, I couldn’t even be seen with it. I had no excuse for having it with me.

I folded it neatly and put it down the leg of my shorts. I was lucky that it was rubber so the friction held it in place. There was a visible lump, but someone would have to get close to see it. The lump got even bigger when I thought how close it was to my penis even though the cloth of my underwear was between it and me. It felt funny against the skin on my leg.

Then I headed outside and through the fence and under the bushes to the alcove where I jerked off for Peggy.

I pulled down my shorts and underwear and put the cap over my penis. The smell of the rubber hit my nose and hastened my erection. I closed my eyes and remembered Peggy wearing this very cap at the pool earlier that day. Her Girl Power was still strong in the cap. I could “feel” her presence in the cap.

I started rubbing. At first the rubber grabbed at my penis and tickled it. Then, as I started to leak, it became slippery. Lately I was leaking more and more of this slippery stuff and more and more came out every time I ejaculated.

The cap became very slippery and I was using my penis to spread it around the cap and the cap to stimulate my penis. The inside of the cap had a texture to it and that excited my penis even more. The outside had a flowery design with soft rubbery pedals and leaves. I wondered how that would have felt to have my penis nestled between them as they lapped at it. I hoped that this would not be my only experience with Peggy’s bathing cap so I could try that.

I didn’t last long, and I had a very powerful orgasm. My only regret was that Peggy was not there to witness it. The strength of my ejaculation came from her presence in the cap.

My job now was to sneak it back and wash it out. I stood at the sink in the basement with my shorts pulled down to my knees and penis pointing straight out as I washed it clean. I knew that I would have to jerk off in bed this night.

-=o=-

The following day, while having lunch in the backyard with Peggy, she said, “I see that you made use of my present. So how was it?”

I got hard as I related every detail to her. Then I said, “It felt great, but I wish you were there to see it.”

“Some other time, maybe. It doesn’t sound like it would be a lot of fun for me since your penis would be hidden all the time. But then again, half the fun is watching your body when it happens.

Maybe if I were the one doing the rubbing. I imagine it would be fun trying to catch a greased pig in the cap. Does it really slide around that much?”

“You wouldn’t believe it. It’s great.”

“OK, we’ll put this on our list of things to do. I also want to try turning it inside out so the frilly design can tickle you.”

We ate in silence for a moment longer and then she said, “There’s one more thing to try.”

“What’s that?”

“My Keds.”

“I’m not sure I know how to do that. I know that somehow, I have to touch my penis with the rubber soles, but I never worked out the details.”

“I have an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“We can experiment. I am sure we can figure something out.”

“Where are we going to do that?”

“Judy’s”

“You didn’t tell her, did you?”

“I had to, she’s my best friend. We’ve been friends since before kindergarten.”

“You promised!”

“I know I did, and I am sorry, but this is just too big a secret for a girl to keep from her best friend. I swore her to secrecy. You can trust her.”

I managed to calm down. I knew Judy well enough from our trips to the pool. She was a nice girl.

Peggy sweetened the pot, “She has a crush on you, you know.”

“She does?”

“Yes, but don’t tell her I told you.

That’s two secrets I’ve told. But, you are my friend, too. I never thought I could trust a boy so much, but you are special to me. So, I thought you should know.”

Judy was definitely too young for me now, but it was flattering to my male ego to know that I had a female admirer whatever her age.

“She’s never seen a penis other than on a baby before and she wants to see yours.”

“Oh no.”

“Why not? She already knows. Also, you told me that you believed that girls are better than boys. She’s a girl so she should be in control, too.

Also, her mom is gone a couple times a week. We can use her place.

Think about it. She has a ball; she wears a bathing cap in the pool – hers has a funny design and she wears Keds just like me.

You can have twice as much fun and we can do it a couple times a week.”

She crossed her fingers but let out a, “PLeeese?”

What could I do? This girl owned me. “OK, when do we start?”

“Tomorrow at 10 o'clock.”

-=o=-

I had second thoughts about just walking into Judy’s house with Peggy. Peggy had no problem. The two girls were inseparable. They didn’t even knock when they visited, they simply walked in and announced their presence.

I, however, was self-conscious. “What would people think?” I thought and then I realized that other people did not know the purpose of my visit. Peggy and I often went places together. It was not unusual to be seen walking with my “sister.”

But the fact was that *I* knew the purpose of my visit and that is what tied the knot in my stomach. I knew that after a journey of a couple hundred feet, I would be naked in front of two 10-year-old girls.

We walked up the steps to Judy’s house. Peggy opened the door and I followed her in.

“Hey Judy,” she yelled, “It’s me, Peggy. I’m here.” It was kind of redundant, but it worked.

“I’m up here,” came the response.

“Come on,” Peggy said, grabbing me by the hand and leading me up the steps. I felt like a little boy being led around by his mommy.

We made it to Judy’s room. It was definitely a girl’s room. It was done up mostly in pink and purple. There were shelves with books, dolls and stuffed animals and even a poster with a unicorn on the wall.

“Hi, Peggy,” she smiled. “I can’t wait to do this. You make it sound like so much fun. This will be a first time for me.”

Then she turned to me, “Frank, I think it’s so brave of you to do this for Peggy and me. We’re really lucky girls to have a friend like you. I don’t know of any other boy who would do this. You’re a really special boy.

Is it true? Is Peggy really the boss over you? Do you really have to do what she says?”

I blushed and looked at my toes. “I don’t really have to do what she says. I do what she says because I want to. I like it when she tells me what to do.”

“Can I do that, too? Tell you what to do?”

“I guess that’s up to Peggy. She’s the boss.”

“How about it Peggy?”

“Frank told me that girls are better than boys, so I think he’d like to obey you, too? But don’t forget, I found him first. He’s mine, but I’ll let you play with him just like that time we swapped dolls for a week.”

Ouch! That didn’t do much for my ego.

“So how does this thing work?” Judy asked.

“It starts with Frank taking off his clothes.”

In all of my fantasy life, I had never been naked in front of more than one girl. In my real life, I had been naked for ONLY one girl and that girl is almost a sister to me.

I might be Judy’s “first penis” (I understand that this is a special and memorable occasion for girls) but she is also a first for me.

“I’m going to get to see him completely naked?”

“Yes.”

“This is not the way I thought it would be. It would be off in some corner and the boy would unzip his fly and take it out.

This is so much better. It’s right here in my room and it won’t be just his willie that is exposed. It will be all of him.

I know that most of him is what I see on boys all the time, but seeing it all … WOW!”

Hearing Judy prattle on made my undressing all the more that difficult. On the one hand it made it feel all the more embarrassing for me. On the other hand, I felt like I was scandalizing the girl like some dirty old man flashing a playground full of schoolgirls.

“Come on,” I heard Peggy say. “Let’s show Judy what you’ve got.”

I took a breath, closed my eyes and started to undress. I heard Judy giggle as I lowered my shorts and revealed my underwear.

I heard her exclaim as I reached for the elastic band and started to lower it, “Oh my God, he’s really going to do it!”

I lowered the last article of my clothing and stood up. It was only then that I could open my eyes.

Peggy was standing there with an appreciative smile on her face. By this point she had seen me naked on several occasions.

Judy stood there with wide eyes and a red face and her hands up covering most of that face. She stood there hyperventilating.

She eventually recovered enough to gasp out, “Now what do we do?”

Peggy answered, “Now we play. Get me a rubber ball. I’ll show you what to do.”

“I have one right here. When you told me about this, I went out and bought a new one. I haven’t even played with it yet. I want it to be special and used just for this.”

“What do you say, Frank,” is that good enough or does she have to “christen it?”

“What’s this christening thing?”

Before I could respond, Peggy explained, “It’s not the ball that is important. It is the fact that the girl owns the ball and has played with it. By playing with it, she makes it special.”

“So what do I have to do?”

“Frank says that playing ‘A my name is Alice’ makes the ball special. It puts a kind of Girl Power on it. Playing the game gives it the power to control his penis and therefore control him.

I suggest you go outside and bounce out a couple of good ones.”

“OK, let me get my Keds on.”

We all went downstairs and Peggy had me stand by the window peeking through the blinds as Judy went out to play her game. Soon we could hear the sound of rubber bouncing on concrete and Judy’s sing-song voice shouting out the lyrics. Each girl has her own set of names and places and products that she likes to use while playing this game. Judy was quite imaginative in this regard.

She got as far as “S my name is Sasha” when the ball got away from her. She made several other attempts and did not do better.

Peggy told me, “She must be choaking. She’s the best girl on the block at this game. There are few girls who can even come close to as well as she does. Normally she’s A to Z without missing a single bounce.”

I watched as she made several more attempts and I could feel my penis rising as she played. Finally, I said, “She’s done good enough. I am sure the ball has enough of her power in it by now. Go out and tell her she can come in.”

Within moments, we were back in Judy’s room. Her face was red again, only this time from the exercise of playing the game. I was still naked only this time with a full erection.

Judy did not fail to notice. “It looks a lot bigger now. Am I seeing things?”

Once again Peggy was on the spot with the explanation. “No you’re not. It is bigger. That’s just something boys do when they see girls doing things they like.

Obviously, Frank enjoyed watching you play that game.”

“Well, if that’s what it does to him, I’m spending the rest of my day bouncing my ball.

“You can do a lot more interesting things with your ball. Come here and let me show you.”

Peggy demonstrated her prowess with the ball. Even though she only had a couple of opportunities over the past couple of months, she became really good at using it to pleasure me. She was very good at teasing me with it and kept me hard for as long as she wanted before driving me home and making me cum.

My cums have also gotten a lot better over the past couple of months. I know that it is probably just me finally going through puberty, but I’d like to believe it is because Peggy is making it happen as if she were a personal trainer for my penis.

The two girls stood in front of me. I was suddenly aware of how much shorter than me they were. I easily looked down at the top of their heads as they had them bowed so they could look at my penis.

Peggy took a hold of the base and said, “Grab it like this. Then put the ball underneath and rub it up and down. See the “cheeks” on the head of his penis? Try to rub the ball against those. I like to do one rubbing in and the other rubbing out.

Start out slow and with a gentile touch. If you do it right, you’ll make him hard. Keep him hard for a while and he’ll start leaking his stuff. You can use that to lubricate the ball and make it slippery. Then you can rub harder and faster if you like.

I like to do him slow and see how much of the slippery stuff I can milk out. I found out that the more I do it, the better he shoots at the end.”

“Shoots?”

“You’ll see. It’s not like when boys make pee. When boys make pee, it comes out in a steady stream. When you make a boy do this, it comes out in squirts. He squirts it about a dozen times. You’ll see.”

In the meantime, Peggy had me up on “the plateau.” The plateau is a level of sexual arousal. It isn’t enough to cum, but it isn’t very comfortable either. It’s like trying to balance yourself on a tightrope. It’s that uneasy like you’re almost ready to fall, but not quite.

I could never manage to do this to myself. Whenever I got this close, I kept pumping and pushed myself off the cliff. Somehow Peggy figured out how to take me there and keep me there.

As she often reminded me, she’s the boss. I dare not suggest that she do anything different than what she was doing. I trusted her completely and allowed her to manage my ejaculation as she saw fit. She always did a better job anyway.

The combination of the girl and her use of the fetish object as it amplified her power over me was too much to resist. I had no choice but to surrender to her completely.

I was in the zone. I was floating around in that space totally under Peggy’s control. I can never tell how long she keeps me there and I thoroughly enjoy when she finally allows me to cum, but after that there is such a feeling of loss and emptiness. I feel best when I am in her power.

I felt it coming from a distance. I awaited it with anticipation. Peggy took control of my body with the tenderest of touches on my penis with her toy. She led me by her path to my orgasm.

As if from another dimension, I heard Judy scream. It wasn’t a word, but a high, shrill screech that only pre-teen girls are capable of making. She had watched her first penis present her with her first cum.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as Peggy coxed them out of my penis with her ball. I was losing my ability to stand or even breathe. Eventually, as the last wave receded, I felt like a swimmer that was tossed up on the beach, exhausted and glad to be calm once more.

Peggy and Judy led me to a chair. I collapsed and slowly recovered.

“Wow, Peggy,” Judy said excitedly, “and all it takes is a rubber ball!”

“Well, it takes more than that. You have to be a girl and you have to know what you’re doing with the ball and his penis.”

“Yeah but I can’t believe all these years that we’ve been playing with balls and we never knew how much power we had.”

“Wait, Frank is sort of special. I don’t know if this will work with other boys.”

“So we get some and find out!”

“Who are we going to get?”

“I don’t know, but there has to be more boys like Frank out there.”

“Let’s just concentrate on the boy we have for now.”

“OK, that looked like fun. Can I do it?”

“Of course you can, but we have to wait. Boys have to ‘recharge’ after going it. According to Frank he has to wait at least a half an hour.”

“OK, so we let him rest. I like just looking at him naked like that. Did you ever think we’d be sitting around, talking like normal with a naked boy with us?”

“I can’t believe that Frank wanted to do this all these years we lived together. If I only knew back then.

Meanwhile, let’s get a washcloth and clean him up. Also, I have to wash my ball. He got his stuff all over it.

Hey Frank,” she giggled, “if I wash the ball, do I wash the magic off of it? Do I have to bounce some magic back into it?”

At first, I was put off because she was making fun of something that I took so seriously. But after a second or two it occurred to me that to someone other than myself, it was silly. Even as children we didn’t believe in magic, yet this is exactly what I told the girls it was.

The girls were good enough to humor me and play “make believe” especially since it benefited them.

I decided to humor them too. After all, they were humoring my fetish. I smiled at Judy, “No, I think it still works although it wouldn’t do any harm if you did. You can always add more of your Girl Power to it. You know I like watching you girls play with it.”

It felt so good when both girls washed me up with a warm washcloth. I felt like an infant being tended to. Babies do not appreciate all that adults do for them.

-=o=-

We were careful with our time at Judy’s house. I am sure that our moms would notice if they did not see us out on the street playing. So we had to make our appearances. Nonetheless we did manage to sneak away long enough for the girls to explore new ways to play with me.

Wednesday was bathing cap day. We delayed going to the pool, since playing with me was much more fun than splashing each other. Peggy giggled at my description of how it felt when I masturbated using her cap. She wanted to feel what it felt like to chase a greased pig around inside her cap. She giggled as she squeezed at it, only to have it slip out to another part of the cap.

The girls took turns handling it and even came up with a game that they could both play. One girl wrapped her hand around my organ and squeezed slowly until it slipped out to the other side of the cap where the other girl then took over squeezing it.

We switched off using caps. Each one felt differently on my penis and the girls admitted that they felt differently in their hands. Different kinds of rubber and different molding and patterns.

The girls appreciated that they could see how much they made me cum and it made cleanup so much easier. “I’m going to remember this when I put my cap on at the pool,” Judy said.

“So will I,” I thought: erection time at the pool. Seeing girls at the pool wear their caps was difficult enough, but seeing a girl wear a cap that she used to masturbate me was too much to take.

Getting to use the girls’ Keds took some time to figure out. At first, they just had me lay on the floor on my back while one of the girls stood next to me and put the sole of one of her sneakers on my penis. They sort of bounced it around and rubbed the sole back and forth.

Eventually, the girls refined the technique. They had me sit in a chair opposite them and wrap my legs around the legs of the chair. This pushed my mid-section forward and made my penis very accessible. Then one of them put both her feet on the chair in front of my penis with the heels of her sneakers touching my balls.

The girls’ feet were small enough and my penis was large enough that the head matched up with the ball of the girl’s foot. Then she would just push my penis from one of her sneakers to the other.

“This is so cool. I like doing you this way with my Keds,” Peggy remarked. “I feel like I have so much power over you when I do it. You are literally cumming at my feet. Also, I can sit back and watch you do it. Your whole body reacts. You get the funniest look on your face.

With the other ways we do it, I can’t do it and still see it all.”

Judy was of a different opinion. The girls also devised hand held ways of using their Keds on me. One of them was to put one sneaker under my penis and the other on top and rub the one on the bottom from girl to boy and the one on the top from side to side. The result was a circular rubbing that I could not resist.

My penis was under total control of the girls with this method. I had no input at all and I was a spectator at my own orgasm. This was by far, the quickest way to make me cum.

Judy’s favorite way was to hold her sneakers in her hands sole to sole and then sort of hinge them open like a book. My penis falls into the slot and she can then move them back and forth in a girl to boy motion while I hump.

“I really like doing it this way,” Judy said. “I can see everything. There is nothing in the way. No cap. No hand holding it. No other sneaker in the way. Just penis. It’s like it is just out there, all by itself, cumming on its own.”

-=o=-

It was a great summer with the girls. My penis never got so much attention. There probably wasn’t another boy in the entire city who had as many satisfying ejaculations as me. Sure, the girls bossed me around and on occasion even to the point of embarrassing me in front of my friends and theirs. But it was worth it. The rubber thing was all in my mind, but their domination of me was real.