Anthology

Anthology 3

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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Picture: Two girls about 11 years of age, sitting on the ground at a playground, drinking sodas. Both are wearing knit, short-sleeved, pastel blouses and skirts. One of the girls is sitting so her skirt is parted and exposing her panties.

“Darlene, that looks like a good one.”

“Do you really think so, Cindy? He looks to be about 13. That’s older than we’ve ever done before.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw him watching us. I thought his eyes would pop out when you bent over to pick up the ball.”

“OK, let’s give it a try. Why don’t you be the bait and I’ll hook him and fry him.

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The two girls knew the effect they had on boys. They were cute and the boys looked at them and got hard. They would often “troll” at the mall or at the park. When they saw a “mark,” one of them would stroll by acting provocatively while the other stood back and watched from a distance. The two girls got together later and the watcher would tell the walker what she saw and how much the boy looked at her and how hard he appeared to get.

Sometimes they would come back after meeting up to repeat the act, this time with both girls to torment the boy.

If they had time, they would stop and talk to the boy and on several occasions, get the boy to expose himself for them.

This time it was big stakes. They had heard from other girls about this thing called jerking off and how older boys do it and make a thing called cum. They wanted to see that and today was the day to find out more. The park was filled with boys who had potential. They picked one and went to work.

The two girls got his attention by deciding to play a game bouncing a ball back and forth to each other not too far from where the boy was sitting. They took peeks between bounces. Yes, he was looking at them. After a couple of minutes, Darlene bounced the ball to Cindy, who deliberately missed it.

Cindy jogged past the boy to retrieve the ball waving at him and smiling at him as she went by. She made sure he was still looking at her as she put her back to him and bent over to pick it up, feeling her short skirt ride up over her rear end. She did her best and was sure that at least the bottom of her panties were visible. She took her time retrieving the ball even shifting her weight from foot to foot wiggling her tushie at him, giving the boy a good show. Finally, she stood up and walked away.

She smiled and waved at him as she returned to Darlene. The two girls huddled and whispered with cupped hands into each other’s ears.

“Gee Cindy, he’s got it bad. He was hard even before you got there. The bulge in his pants was huge. And then when you bent over to pick up the ball, I thought it was going to burst out of his pants. He looked around quickly and I pretended to be looking at you. He didn’t think anyone was looking so he re-adjusted it in his pants, but it still looks like a lump.”

Both the girls looked over at the boy who was looking at them but looked away as soon as he saw them look at him.

“Yeah,” Cindy commented, “He’s got it bad. Let’s go in for the kill. We’ll do it just like we planned.”

The two girls walked up to the boy and simply said, “Hi.”

The boy blushed but managed to say, “Hi” back to them.

“I’m Darlene and this is my friend, Cindy. Do you want to sit on the grass and talk with us?”

“Um, sure.”

The girls took their position seated facing the boy. After a couple of minutes of idle chat about where they went to school and what TV programs they liked, Cindy repositioned herself with her legs crossed in front of her, causing her skirt to ride up on her hips and exposing her blue panties.

At first the boy looked away, but then he kept peeking back again and again until it was almost a constant stare.

Darlene challenged him on it. “Do you like looking up Cindy’s skirt at her panties? Does it make you hard?”

The boy swallowed hard and said, “No, I just …”.

“Oh, come on now. Don’t deny it. We know that boys get hard when they see something they like. We can see the lump in your pants.”

“So, tell us. Do you like looking at Cindy’s panties.

The boy blushed, but said nothing.

“Well if that’s the case, we can go now, or would you rather sit here and talk some more?”

“Please stay,” the boy said.

“Then tell me that you like Cindy’s panties.”

He nodded. “Yes, they’re pretty.”

Darlene wouldn’t let him get away that easily. “What about us? Do you think we’re pretty?”

Again, a nod.

Both girls giggled.

“Would you like to see more?”

The boy nodded.

“Funny boy,” Darlene remarked, “He doesn’t say anything, but he’s so agreeable.”

Cindy took his chin with her hand and guided his face to look at hers. “I have a whole hamper of my dirty panties at home. You can come over and sniff them if you get naked and play with yourself while you do it.”

The boy said nothing, so the girls got up.

“Show’s over,” Darlene said as they turned to walk away.

“Are you coming with us?” Cindy asked?

The boy got up and followed them.

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Picture: This one was adult in nature. It showed a man in a bathroom masturbating. A woman had just opened the door and caught him. I imagined the participants to be younger.

Connie was overjoyed when she found out that her older cousin, Barry would be living with her and her mom while he attended prep school. It was an honor for him to be accepted to the prestigious school, and it was an almost sure road to college and even a scholarship. Moving in with his aunt for the last two years of high school was worth it.

Barry was almost 5 years older than Connie and was handsome, intelligent and although not a jock, he was in good shape: rugged and masculine. He looked like he could own the world, simply by asking for it. Connie’s friends told her how jealous they were that she got to live with him.

But underneath But Barry had a secret. For as long as he could remember, he felt submissive around girls. He felt insecure around them. He noticed how girls outperformed the boys at school in every grade. They seemed to be at least one step ahead of the boys who seemed to have needed an extra couple of years to catch up. Boys just seemed not to “get it” as well as girls younger than them.

As much as Connie was interested in Barry, Barry was more interested in Connie. He dreamt of being naked over her lap, being spanked by her as her friends looked on as he lay in his bed or when he visited the bathroom to masturbate.

Living with her so closely in her house became unbearable, so he came up with a plan. It was a Tuesday afternoon. Barry had no classes on Tuesday afternoon and he knew that Connie had no activities at school on that day and would be home early.

He set himself up in the bathroom with some magazines to “get him in the mood” and edged himself awaiting her arrival. He deliberately left the bathroom door unlocked knowing that one of the first things Connie did when she got home – even before changing out of her school uniform – was visit the bathroom.

He heard her come in and when he heard her approach the bathroom, he started jerking in earnest, making sure that her first sight of his penis would be at its fullest hardness.

She opened the door, saw him there and gasped. For a moment, she said nothing but stared at his penis. Then she managed to mutter a “I’m sorry,” and turned to leave.

Barry said, “Wait, don’t go. Stay.”

She looked at him with a question on her face that she finally articulated, “You want me to stay?”

“Yes, I was just thinking about you. That’s why I was doing this.”

“What?”

“When a boy thinks about a girl that he likes, it makes him hard. When he gets hard, he gets frustrated and when he gets frustrated, he masturbates.”

“You do that,” she said, pointing at his still-hard penis, “while thinking about me?”

“Well, you and your friends. I think they’re cute.”

“Oh man.”

“Why don’t you come in. I’ll show you what I do when I think about you and your friends.”

“You’d do it for my friends?”

“If they want to see it, yes.”

“Oh, they most definitely will want to see it, but before I call them, I’d like a private show. Let me get comfortable, and we can get started.”

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Picture: A cute, 12-year-old girl in her tennis outfit, standing on the court. She’s standing with one leg bent behind her and on its toe. One hand is on her hip and the other is resting her racquet on her opposite shoulder. Clearly, she is waiting for someone to retrieve the ball.

Mary and her cousin, Hannah, were relaxing at the spa after playing tennis at the club. Although they both went to different middle schools, they each played for the girls’ tennis team for their respective schools and even played against each other once in a competition. Today’s match was more for fun than for competition.

“I want to thank you, Hannah, for inviting me to play at the club. I’m glad your mom has a membership. This club is a lot nicer than the public courts I play.”

“Well, it is exclusive. I have no idea what the dues are, but membership requirements are strict.”

“How strict?”

“Well, first of all, it’s a women’s only club: no men or boys allowed – not even as guests. Even then, the women are screened carefully by the Board of Mistresses.

Girls are allowed guest membership providing their mothers and another member vouch for them.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t think I can’t thank your mom enough for standing up for me.

That interview that she set up in your kitchen with Ms. Thompson from the club was unreal. I’m glad you told me to be truthful about my experiences with boys. I would never tell my mom those things and it was tough enough to even admit them to you, much less your mom and some stranger.”

“Don’t be so hard on your mother.” Hannah replied, “She’s my mom’s sister, remember. She knows a lot more than you think she knows. She’s the one who suggested coming to play here.”

“She did that?”

“Yes, mom’s been working with her and I think she wore her down. Your mom thinks it’s a good idea for you to be here.”

“Wow. I thought I’d just tell her how we played tennis and leave out the rest of it. You know, the – um – ‘nature’ of this place.”

Hannah laughed. “Nature is a good word for it as in au natural – well, at least for the boys. So tell me what you think? Have you ever seen so much naked boy flesh in all your life?”

Mary laughed back, “Not even in my wildest fantasy.”

“The ball boys and the boys who work the snack bar are the only males in the place.”

“I noticed that. No adult males?”

“None during business hours. There’s a janitorial staff and people who do laundry at night.

Once a month, there are special membership meetings. I’ve asked mom about them, but she tells me that I’ll have to wait until I am 18 before she can even tell me what goes on there.

I think there are men at these meetings because I overheard mom on the phone asking someone if her husband was OK after taking a fall at the club. Given that all the boys here are naked and under the supervision of females, my guess is that the men are naked too, and maybe even serve the women like the boys are serving us.”

“Ooh, that makes me wet just thinking about it.”

“But enough speculation. What do you think about all this?” Hannah said waving her arms to indicate their surroundings.

“I think it is great. Our ball boy had the cutest buns but I think he didn’t move them fast enough, I felt like spanking them. Can we can do that?”

“Well, we’re just girls, but we’re over 12 so we can do it with permission and supervision from one of the women. When we get to be 16, all we’ll need is permission and we won’t have to be supervised.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Oh yeah. And if the boy is extra nice, we can also give them their treat.”

“What’s that?”

“We get a key and unlock their chastity device and let them masturbate. I’m told that the club is the only place that has the keys so this is the only time they can cum. That explains why they are so hard (if you pardon the pun) to please us girls.

They think that just because we are ‘little girls’ that we are soft touches. Little do they know how easy it is to get the older ladies to ‘treat’ them.”

“Why would an adult woman be interested in teenaged boys?”

“I don’t know, but they are. Even my mom has her favorite ‘cuties.’ Of course she doesn’t want to have sex with them or anything, but she admits that she finds hard-bodied, naked teen boys as cute to look at as I do.”

Hannah looked down to the boy at her feet. “Very good, Jason. If you do as good a job on the other foot as on this one, I’ll consider giving you your treat.

How about you, Mary? Is your boy doing a good enough job?”

“Oh yes! He’s very talented with his tongue. My feet were so hot and sweaty after our match.”

“Good! When they are done, we’ll see the mistress on duty and get the keys. Maybe we can have the boys do each other. That would be fun to watch.”

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