Anthology

Anthology 2

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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160407-02

Picture: A young girl in tank top and shorts on the phone at a computer. She’s smiling at the camera. On the screen … well, put your imagination to your favorite fantasy.

“Darla is turning 12 next week. I can’t believe my little girl is growing up so fast.” Janet Fox said.

Her sister Laura agreed, “Yes, it seems just like yesterday that my own two girls went through their own initiation.”

“I’m so glad Marcia and Judy are willing to sponsor Darla.”

“I don’t think they would have it any other way. Darla is like a little sister to them. Marcia couldn’t wait to induct Judy when she turned 12.”

“There is somewhat of a disadvantage of having the youngest girl in the family. She’s missed out on so much with her cousins.”

“Worse yet having the oldest boy. Imagine what it is like for Eileen’s son, Philip. He’s had his penis in the hands of his sister and every one of his female cousins except for your daughter.”

“Well, after this weekend they can all share. How many other girls will there be at the ceremony?”

“There are two other girls beside Darla.”

“I hope they have a good selection of boys. I mean a girl only goes through this once for the first time. The first time should be special.”

“Philip will be there, of course. Even though he’s 18 now and doesn’t have to do it any more, he feels he owes it to his little cousin.

I heard the other girls are bringing along their male relatives ages 15 and 16, I believe. So we should have a good selection of penises and a good show.”

Darla had already been introduced to naked males in her introductory training where she watched videos and some live demonstrations with boys masturbating in various fashions. She passed her basic written test and was now going for some “hands on training” that should last most of the weekend.

At first she’ll get to examine each boy: inside and out and then get to masturbate one under the guidance of her sponsors.

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“I can’t believe it. I masturbated Phillip and I made him cum!”

“You did really good for your first time. You’re a natural,” Marcia said.

Judy put in her two cents, “Now that you’re ‘one of us,’ we can really have some fun. My sister and I can show you some games that we play with some boys we know.

Darla, do you know what frottage is?”

“No, what is it?”

“Frottage is something boys do. It’s getting sexual satisfaction by rubbing their penises against something. Technically, all masturbation is frottage: even if what the boy is rubbing his penis with is his hand. But quite often, the boys rub their penises against a fetish object.”

“What’s a fetish object?”

“Oh girl, you do have a lot to learn. We’ll teach you about that at some other time. In this case, the something we make the boys rub their penises against is the other boy’s penis.

It’s a delicate process. As a boy rubs his penis against that of another boy, he’s not only stimulating his opponent’s penis but his as well.

Sometimes we make them do it to each other as we watch. I mean, what’s the sense of being a girl if you have to do all the work yourself?

Sometimes we each take a penis and make the boys put their hands on their heads while we do the rubbing. In that case, it’s not just boy against boy, but girl against girl as each girl tries to show that she’s the better penis handler.

In either case, the boy who cums first is the loser, so both boys try to hold out as long as they can, but it’s no use. We girls know how to work a penis.”

“You mean you and Marcia.”

“I mean Marcia, me and some other girls. There’s a small group of us and we share our boys.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“The show isn’t over when the first boy cums. The loser has to kneel and lick his ejaculate off the other boy’s cock. Then he has to suck it until he makes the other boy cum. It’s so much fun to watch.”

Marsha picked up the conversation, “And that’s not the only thing we do with boys.

There are several fetishes based on attention to a boy’s penis: CFNM of course, small penis humiliation, forced chastity, cock and ball torture. We don’t do all of these, but the part that makes them interesting is that mostly they are unique to boys. For example, you can’t punish a girl by kicking her in the balls.

I saw one picture where two naked women were sitting on seats facing each other with their legs apart. Between them were two naked men on their hands and knees. The men were facing the women with the objective of pleasuring them orally. The men were attached by strings tied to their balls. The women had crops to hit the men’s behind and drive them towards the other woman.

Like frottage, it was a way to use a boy’s penis against him and to get two boys at the same time.”

160412-01

Picture: Two girls about 10 or 11, arms over each others’ shoulders, smiling at the camera dressed in T-shirts: one showing a “Girls Rule” logo.

I was curious when a moving van pulled up to the old Jenson place. I wondered what kind of a family would move in.

Life wasn’t a lot of fun for me living with my mother and younger sister. For one thing, my sister was in total charge of me.

I picked on my sister one too many times and mom decided to punish me by making me do all my sister’s chores for a week. She told my sister that she was in charge and could tell me what to do.

My sister took the job very seriously and demanded things well outside the scope of her normal chores. Mostly these chores were housekeeping items. Mom backed her up. The week was up and mom like the way the house looked so much that she decided that this should be a permanent arrangement.

Over the course of the following weeks, my sister became more and more demanding and the tasks she charged me to do became more personal in nature, particularly when it came to making her bed, doing her laundry and cleaning her room.

When I first refused, mom gave me a bare-bottomed spanking in front of her. Mom then said, “If he refuses again, you spank him. If he doesn’t let you, I will and it won’t be with just my hand. I assure you it will hurt a lot more.”

So I became my sister’s chambermaid. Of course I cleaned her room, made her bed, washed, ironed and folded her clothes. However, this wasn’t good enough for her. She demanded perfection, and often I didn’t deliver it, so she spanked me often.

However, if I did manage to do a good job, she would strip me as if she was going to spank me, but then told me to jerk off instead. At first I was very embarrassed doing this, but this was such a carrot compared to the stick of a spanking that I came to accept it.

I wondered how many other boys had to undergo this indignity. Of course, I couldn’t tell just anyone. I was hoping to find someone I could confide in.

Maybe the new neighbors would have a son near my age.

They didn’t. They had an 11-year old daughter named Kimberly. Being just a year older than my sister, the two girls hit it off immediately.

My sister was in a situation similar to me. She couldn’t tell anyone about our arrangement either or as mom put it, “The cops would be in here immediately and shut us down.”

Mom invited the Anderson’s over. Mrs. Anderson complimented my mother about how nice the house looked. The girls went upstairs and I went to my room. I could her the girls giggling in my sister’s room.

The next day, Kimberly showed up at our door. My sister answered it and then called me over.

She told me, “Mom talked with Mrs. Anderson and explained our special arrangement. I talked with Kimberly yesterday and she told me that she had a couple of little boys she would ‘play’ with in her old neighborhood, but they were too young to cum like you.

So I told her how I let you masturbate for me when you’re a good boy. Why don’t we go inside to my room and you can be a good boy and show her how you jerk off.”

160419-01

Picture: A blond girl in white blouse and red-checkered, short school girl skirt. She’s standing in a school hallway with her arms crossed and a determined look on her face.

At the Young Ms. Leadership Academy, girls know their place: at the top of the class. Boys know their place too: they are second-rate citizens of the school and are often placed in grades with girls much younger than them chronologically, but on par with them emotionally and academically.

So it’s not unusual to find 13-year-old boys in the 4th grade with 10-year-old girls or a 16-year-old male in the 6th grade with 12-year-old girls. Boys get "left back" and repeat grades a lot to give them time to learn what girls get on the first go-around.

Also, as both the girls and boys advance, the gap in their maturity widens.

The girls are taught that just because the boys are older, it doesn’t mean that the girls have no authority over them

Quite the contrary! Girls soon learn that boys of any age must obey them and that includes the male teachers.

All boys must address girls as “Ms.” and her first name. Mr. Henderson her Math teacher forgot the “Ms.” when addressing Kimberly. He swore he said it, but the underclass girls with Kimberly said they didn’t hear it either.

So Kimberly told him, “That’s an hour’s detention for you for breaking school rules by failing to address a girl properly.”

“But I did say it,” he replied.

“And for talking back to a girl, a spanking. Next time you’ll say it louder. I’m going to enjoy warming your butt in front of these girls. I have to show them that Girls Rule and insubordination from any boy, no matter how trivial the offense or how old the boy, will not go unpunished.”

Mr. Henderson bowed his head and said, “Yes, Ms. Kimberly,” making sure to annunciate the Ms. clearly.

160511-01

Picture: Young redhead girl, about 10 or 11 years old looking over her shoulder at the camera. She’s wearing a T-Shirt, skinny jeans and Vans sneakers, one of which is resting on a skateboard.

Dee and Carol were engaged in a girls against boys game of Trivial Pursuit. On the surface, it didn’t seem fair since the girls were only 11, but the boys were 15.

The boys were, in fact, winning, but that was the girls’ plan.

The boys were picking on the girls and Betty said, “I bet the two of us could beat the pants off you boys.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“What’s the bet?”

“The bet is …” Dee said slowly as if thinking. “that if us girls outsmart you boys, you have to get naked and do whatever we tell you.”

“And if you girls lose?”

“If we fail to outsmart you, then we get naked and you get to tell us what to do.”

“No way!”

“What, are you afraid you boys might lose?”

“No, it’s just that …”

“Just that what?”

“Well, you’re *little* girls.”

“Which is all the more reason for you boys to take the bet. Are you chicken?”

That was enough. Nobody, especially an 11-year-old kid sister, is going to insult a pair of teenage boys like that and get away with it.

Without further thought, the boys said, “You’re on. Next Saturday, right here. We got a new game, still in the box wrapped up.”

Now it seemed like a fair contest. None of the kids had played this game before. The box was just opened. However, although the girls never played *this* particular game before, they had played an exact duplicate at one of their friend’s house at a sleepover; they knew most of the answers already.

They called the girl at whose party they were and asked to see the entire deck of questions.

There was still an element of risk. The girls had to land on the right squares, the boys while not geniuses were fairly knowledgeable and the girls couldn’t memorize *all* of the answers, but the girls knew enough and the dice fell the right way and they managed to win comfortably.

The boys couldn’t believe this happened to them.

Dee and Carol were up and capering around cheering, “We beat the boys. We beat the boys. Girls Rule – Boys Drool.” They high-fived each other while chanting “Girl Power.”

Carol dictated the terms. “You boys will come over to my place this afternoon. There you will get undressed. Then we’ll all get on our skateboards and race over to Dee’s house. We’ll let you know what we want you to do when you get there. Dee and I have a lot of planning to do over the next couple of days.

Of course the girls cheated, but the bet wasn’t whether they could beat the boys in a fair game; it was whether they could outsmart them and they did!

160512-01

Picture: Looking up from about waist level at a girl about 13 years old. She has braces that she shows as she smiles for the camera. She has a necklace about her neck and a key hanging off it.

Melanie knows how horny her 16-year old brother is and she knew that he had a thing for her panties. She did the laundry, she saw the stains and she recognized them for what they were. At first, she took extra care to keep them away from her brother keeping her dirty panties in her room until she was ready to wash them.

Then she got an idea and showed her soiled panties to her mother pretending innocence when she asked her mom what the stains were. Mom knew, and tried to explain as delicately as she could, the nature of the stains.

Fortunately for her mom, Melanie was old enough to know about boys and the birds and the bees, but had never seen a live penis on a boy older than two and although she learned about ejaculations, she had no idea what one looked like. Her official education was that sex was for married people to make babies. She had some distorted ideas from her friends.

That’s when mom had a conversation with Jeremy warning him to be more discrete with his habits and not to use his sister’s panties for his pleasure. Melanie knew something was up when her mom told her brother that she wanted to talk with him alone, and sent Melonie out of the house so she could have a private conversation with her son. She had no doubt what that conversation would be about.

For a while the panties remained unsoiled so Melanie introduced some staining of her own using an eyedropper and some olive oil. Mom had another private conversation with her son, this time with Melonie in the house. The conversation might have started quietly, but it escalated into a shouting match with mom telling her son what a pervert he was and his denying it.

The defining part of the argument was when mom threatened, “If you don’t stop jerking off into your sister’s panties, I’m going to lock that thing up and throw away the key.”

That’s when Melonie left her best pair of panties on the counter in the bathroom. She didn’t even put them in the hamper. They were there, out in the open, begging for her brother to masturbate on them. Melanie kept a close eye on when her brother went into the bathroom. On one trip the panties were missing. She checked the hamper. There they were, still wet with cum

This was the smoking gun she needed to convict her brother. She showed the panties to her mother who by this time was out of patience with her son’s maturational habits. She called him down to the kitchen and let him have it right there and then in front of his younger sister.

She went on line and ordered the chastity device with overnight shipping. The next day she made a show of humiliating her son by making him get undressed in the living room with Melonie there to lock him up.

“There,” she said when the deed was done, “There will be no more jerking off into your sister’s panties. From now on you are locked up and I’ll decided when and where you can masturbate.”

Later that night, over tea with her mother, Melonie brought up the topic. “Mom, that was really brave of you to take such bold action. I appreciate your looking out for me.

But looking after Jeremy yourself is such a burden. Don’t you think it’s a little weird that a mom should be in charge of her son’s penis like that? Doesn’t that sound a bit incestuous to you?”

Mom blushed.

“Look,” Melonie went on, “You know he’s locked up. I know he’s locked up. Nothing is going to change that. But if I’m in charge of the key, then you don’t have to know when he’s locked and when he isn’t, and when he cums or not. I am sure you really don’t want to see that. I’ll make sure he does it out of sight from you. You can just sort of look the other way and assume everything is normal.”

“But you’re just a girl …”

“I’m the girl whose panties have been soiled for the past months. I’m the one who was wronged and I should get some compensation out of it.”

Mom hesitated.

“Look mom, even you admit how mature I am. Aunt Bess and Aunt Terri both trust me to babysit and I’m not even 13 yet. I’m very responsible with my chores and I get things done. I’ll be a very good care keeper for Jeremy.

He’s my brother and I love him and I would like to keep up that relationship. I won’t be cruel and I won’t abuse my privilege. I just want him to stop soiling my panties. With the key, I can control that.”

“I suppose you are right. I was planning on telling you where the spare was in case of emergency anyway. OK, here’s his key.”

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