Girl Time 2

Girl Time II

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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Girl Time – Part II

Amy opened the envelope addressed to her. “Oh mom, it’s so great.”

“What is, Amy?”

“Debbie’s pool party. It’s next Saturday and she invited me to the sleepover afterwards.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Amy screwed up her 11-year-old face and then it hit her. “It’s Girl Time!”

Girl Time started when her grandmother caught her Cousin Greg going through his sister’s panties drawer. Greg was sent for the summer to live with Amy and his Aunt Kay to learn how to be a girl. When his mom got back from Europe she noticed the change in him immediately. He was no longer a sex-crazed unruly boy. Instead he was polite, clean and totally obedient.

She was so impressed with the job that her sister and niece did with her son, that she asked that they continue the practice for several hours each weekend. She had him grow out his hair. Kay finally convinced her to put him on Puericil. Kay arranged a visit with her gynecologist to get him a prescription. Greg wasn’t happy about getting the physical from the female doctor, with his mom, aunt and cousin watching.

So Greg, better known as Abigail to Amy and the other women and girls in the immediate family, spent his time not playing ball with his friends, but rather being dressed and primed as a little girl. Much to his delight, the outfits that he was being dressed in lately were gradually getting more mature. He was no longer put in dresses suitable for preschoolers. He had graduated to Limited Too and was wearing outfits similar to Amy’s.

Amy pouted. She didn’t know what to do. “Mom, you know how much I love Girl Time. But this is Debbie’s birthday party. She’s already in middle school. All the ‘big’ girls will be there. Going to her party is going to make me really popular with the kids in school next year. I don’t want to miss out on the sleepover.”

“Look dear, let me talk to Debbie’s mom. Maybe I can convince her to invite your Cousin Abigail too.”

“But mom she’ll find out he’s a boy. We can’t have a boy at the sleepover.”

“Don’t worry about it. Debbie’s mom knows. We’ve already had this conversation.

“You have?”

“Yes dear, Claire is a good friend and you don’t keep secrets like this from your good friends.”

Amy nodded and asked, “But what about the other girls’ moms?”

“I’ll deal with them. Don’t you worry.”

What Amy didn’t know was that her mom, Debbie’s mom and the moms of the other girls at the party were members of a woman’s group. One of the issues the other women were having was controlling the behavior of their teenaged sons. When Kay explained to them the success they were having with her nephew, they were eager to give it a try. The party was a set-up to introduce their daughters to the concept and to recruit girls willing to discipline their sons.

Kay made the pretense of calling the other girls’ mothers.

“It’s all arranged, Amy. The girls have been told about your ‘special cousin’ and her need for Girl Time. The boys who will be attending the pool party part don’t know. I think it would be a good exercise to see how well Abigail passes the test with them.”

“That would be neat mom. I’ve seen how you worked with Abigail on things to do to get boys interested in you. We’ll see how well he’s learned his lessons.”

“He better be good. I’m sure he doesn’t want a bunch of boys finding out about his secret.”

Amy ran over, hugged her mom and gave her a kiss on her cheek. “You’re the greatest mom ever.”

So Debbie, Nancy, Marcie, Patty and Jennifer were told of the arrangement and of Amy’s “special” cousin. The pool party was to be attended by both the girls and the boys. The boys were to go home after the pool part and were not told of the arrangement. They didn’t know that one of the girls attending the party wasn’t what she seemed to be.

The day of the party arrived and Greg reported early to Amy’s house to be transformed into Abigail. Thanks to Puericil, the transformation was made easier. Although Greg was on the drug only several weeks, it was already having an effect. Secondary body hair was beginning to fall out or lighten, his face became less angular, he had some swelling in the breast area and his voice softened.

However, he still had a way to go before the drug took complete effect, and his Aunt Kay and Cousin Amy had to give him a complete body shave before giving him his bath and dressing him for the party.

Amy dressed Abigail in a two-piece bathing suit with a frilly skirt. It gave the illusion that he had a bit of hip development associated with a pubescent girl. However the skirt covered only from the waist to the hips, so under it he wore a special thong that held his penis back between his legs where it would be less noticeable. The thong was padded in front to give the appearance of lips. The suit was black with pink flowers.

One part of the outfit he didn’t like was the bathing cap. This was no modern speedo cap like race swimmers have; it was an old-fashioned, heavy-duty rubber cap with frills and flowers. Like the bathing suit, it had black pedals and pink flowers. Aunt Kay insisted that he wear it and Amy was told to make sure that he did. Although they made him try it on, he did not have to wear it unless he was in the pool at the party.

Amy gave Abigail a flowered sundress to slip on over his bathing suit. The outfit was completed with a set of sandals. Aunt Kay helped Amy give Abigail a manicure and pedicure. They found the perfect shade of pink nail polish to match the flowers on his suit, dress and bathing cap.

Abigail was allowed to apply some matching lipstick under the supervision of the “real” girls. He was getting a lot better on doing this basic feminine grooming task. One thing he still needed help with was doing his hair; however, he at least mastered the basic pony tail.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, he was pleased to see the sexy young girl looking back at him.

The party was underway when they got there. Several boys and girls were already in the pool. As they walked up Amy whispered, “Now remember the things I told you about boys.”

“I *am* a boy,” he responded.

“Not now,” she said. “I mean remember what I told you about how a girl is supposed to act with boys. Mom wants me to report back on how good you flirt with them.”

They arrived at the gate and smiled at everyone.

Debbie made the introductions. “Hey everybody! You all know Amy. This is her Cousin Abigail. Abigail, these are Nancy, Marcie, Patty and Jennifer.” The girls, being in the know, giggled as Abigail was introduced.

Debbie continued the introductions, “And these are Keith, Gerry, Frank and Paul.” The boys gave a critical look at Abigail. In response she raised her heart-shaped sunglasses to get a better look at the boys. She pursed her lips into sort of a kiss. It was a subtle flirting signal that her aunt had taught her.

Frank asked, “You look familiar? Have we met before?”

Greg knew immediately that they had met. Frank was a pitcher on an opposing team last year when they played baseball. He looked pretty much the same. As Abigail, Greg looked just pretty.

“I don’t think so. I’d remember a good looking guy like you.”

His buddies gave him a “woooo.”

“Come on in. The water’s fine.” Marcie invited.

The “girls” dropped their bags off in the hallway and returned to the pool area.

The boys looked at Abigail rather oddly when she took her bathing cap out of her beach bag and put it on. Amy explained the act, “She has sensitive hair. The chemicals in the pool might hurt it.” The girls giggled, but being in the know went along with it. Nancy took sympathy and said that it looked really pretty.

Still, Abigail felt silly wearing it. None of the other girls were wearing a bathing cap. … Then it struck her: “none of the *other* girls.” She was thinking of herself as one of the girls. She was identifying her sexuality with the females at the party.

The pool party went as expected with the kids splashing around, floating around, playing with the various pool toys and a girls versus boys volleyball game. Amy encouraged Abigail to come onto Frank as much as she could. They played a game where girls got up on the boys’ shoulders and tried to knock each other down. Abigail teamed up with Frank. It was about the only time that afternoon that she was aware that she had a penis as it pushed up against Frank’s shoulders. She hoped the special thong would keep him from feeling it for what it was.

The party ended with hot dogs, the gift exchange and birthday cake. Abigail took Frank’s arm and walked him to his bicycle as the boys departed.

The boys weren’t even a half block away when the girls gathered around Abigail and Amy. “Did you see it?” Patty asked.

“See what?” Abigail said.

“Did you see how hard you were getting him?”

“To tell you the truth, I didn’t look.”

“Well, we did,” Jennifer added, “He’s got a bad case of the hots for you.” The other girls giggled at the statement.

“Congratulations, cousin. It looks like you passed the flirt test.”

Debbie said, “That’s one advantage us girls have over boys. If we like a boy, we can play it cool and the boy will never know. But boys get excited down there when they like a girl. All she has to do is take a peek and she can see how much he likes her. If she’s doing something to make him hard, then she can keep doing it.

It’s sort of like she has invisible fingers that can reach inside his clothes and touch it.”

Abigail was shocked at how openly the girls were willing to discuss sex and how much they knew about it. “What do you know about boys and penises?”

“Oh come on. First of all, there’s sex ed in school. They teach us about hard ons there.” The girls giggled at the phrase and Abigail blushed at that not only did the girls know about erections, but they knew the street terms.

Debbie went on, Besides, all us girls have seen penises, haven’t we?” This remark was met with universal nodding of each girl’s head.

“I’ve known what one looks like since I was in kindergarten,” she added.

“I can’t ever remember not knowing what one looks like,” Nancy added, “but I have a younger brother.”

“I can still remember the first time I watched Nancy’s mom change her brother,” Jennifer said. “Do you still get to see it?”

Nancy blushed.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“How about you, Marcie? When did you see your first?”

“It was my cousin. I was staying over his house and walked in on him in the bathroom. At first he tried to cover up, but I said it was OK. So he let me watch him pee. I think he liked it. He’d announce that he was going to the bathroom so I’d know and then left the door partly open every time he went. I’m sure he knew I was watching.”

“Wow, that was great,” Debbie said. “Did you ever get to do it again?”

“No, we never had the chance. Every time we’ve been together since, our parents were around.”

“OK Jennifer, it’s your turn.”

“I was just a little girl then. I was with some older girls and one of them asked if I wanted to see something. They got this boy who was maybe a bit older than me and asked him to make pee. His only objection was that he didn’t have to pee, so they told him to pretend pee. He just took it out in front of us.”

“I know we don’t have to ask about you, Amy,” the hostess added. “That will become pretty obvious when we get to the sleepover.”

Poor Abigail. Of course she knew what she looked like down there, but she had never seen a girl naked. The best she had was pictures in her mother’s or sister’s lingerie catalogs. She was kind of hoping that would change tonight. Sex education for boys was apparently lagging behind the “Human Development” education the girls were getting in their school.

She was shocked by all the girls knew and already did, and was wondering if tonight they were going to take it to the next step.

In the meantime, the girls posed for a group photo or two. Abigail had no idea how many photos were taken at the party especially of her and Frank and she imagined a lot more would be taken in the evening.

Debbie’s mom called the girls together for a chat.

“Look girls, I know that your moms told you about Abigail. They thought this would be a good experience for you to learn more about boys, but we are going to have some rules about the sleepover. I’ll stay out of your way as long as you promise you’ll live up to these rules. OK?”

She looked at each girl in return and got a nod, so she continued.

“The first rule is: no girl, that is real girl, will get naked in front of Abigail. Of course, it’s OK if you want to make Abigail get naked in front of you. It’s also OK if you get naked with each other. I know how that goes. As hard as it may be to believe, I was once a girl too.

Rule number two: it’s OK to touch Abigail’s penis, but only with your hands, and then make sure you wash them after you do that. Also make sure you clean up any messes he makes.”

The woman saw several puzzled expressions on Nancy’s and Patty’s faces. The other girls giggled.

“Don’t worry about it girls, the other girls will fill you in. You’ll see for yourselves.

Rule three: do not hurt Abigail. In fact that goes for everyone else. It’s ok to pull a prank on someone as long as everyone including the person involved agree to pranks, but do not do anything that is going to wind up hurting them or putting them in danger. So be careful with what you do.”

Debbie interrupted, “Let’s have a vote. No girl can participate in pranking another girl unless she’s willing to be pranked herself. Everyone agree?” Slowly hands went up; Abigail’s hand being the last. “Good, then we’re all in.”

Debbie’s mom continued, “Rule four: what happens at the sleepover; stays at the sleepover. You girls are going to share a lot of secrets tonight. You are going to do silly things that might embarrass you if they ever get out. You will undoubtedly have fun with Abigail. Remember, not all moms are as cool as your moms. If you want to have this kind of fun ever again you will have to keep it just among yourselves. I have a feeling some of you might want to invite Abigail to your parties, so don’t ruin it for your friends.

That’s it girls, have fun. Make sure that you give Abigail the ‘Girl Time’ she deserves. Amy can help you out with that; she’s been training her cousin for a number of months now.

You ate early, so I’ll order in some pizza about 8 o’clock. There are a ton of pretzels, potato chips, chocolate and other stuff downstairs. The refrigerator is stocked with just about any kind of drink you could possibly want. The DVD player is hooked up and there’s a stack of movies there of all sorts from animated movies to horror films.

Oh, and one more thing. This is a two-story house with a basement. You’re in the basement; I’ll be on the second floor. If I can hear you, so can the neighbors, so keep the noise down to a loud roar.

As I said, I will stay out of your way so you girls can have fun. If you need anything, come up and get me.”

The girls decided to get out of their wet bathing suits and change into their pajamas. They took turns at the shower with Abigail going last. It didn’t seem to matter to them if a girl was using the bathroom for some other purpose while another girl was showering. All the girls crowded in while Abigail was taking “his” shower. Once Abigail lost the bottoms to the bathing suit and took off the special thong, it was quite clear she was a he.

Once she was finished with her shower, Abigail was made the “Girl of Honor.” The girls were going to do an entire makeover on her. First she got dressed in her baby-doll pajamas. The panties did nothing to hide her penis, and in fact, helped hold it straight out. The frilly top piece barely made it to her crotch so it draped nicely on either side of her organ. This was OK with the girls who appreciated the ready access to it.

She sat on a stool as the girls gathered around her to dry her hair. Of all the things associated with Girl Time, the one she hated the most was exposing herself to her younger cousin. She thought that it was unfair that Amy got to see her “boy parts” while Abigail never saw Amy’s “girl parts.” There was no choice if she were to bathe and dress him. Tonight that experience happened six-fold and it looks like it might be not ending until the sleepover was over.

The second aspect of Girl Time that she hated was hair care. It wasn’t embarrassing to have long hair, but it was a bother. Before her mother made her grow it out, all she had to do was drag a comb through it after her shower. Five seconds and she was done. Now she had to spend significantly more time with it. It was a pain, but she did like the results when it came out nice.

So she appreciated being fawned over and made a fuss over by the girls and was glad that they were doing her hair for her. She had yet to go to a beauty parlor but pretended that this event was the real thing.

Although her aunt and cousin did her nails, the old polish was removed and new polish applied. It wouldn’t do to have anything other than fire engine red to match her baby-doll pajamas.

The girls went “all the way” with the makeup. A simple touch of lipstick wasn’t enough. Everything from eye liner to mascara was put into the task. It was probably a bit over the top, but the girls themselves were just learning how to use makeup and seldom got an opportunity to wear it. All bets in this area are off when it comes to a sleepover.

They had Abigail lay on the couch in several sexy poses as they took pictures. It would have been enough, had she been a real girl. The outfit was practically transparent, so it might have shown any developing breasts that she might have had. There was enough “double coverage” in the pantie area to prevent anyone from seeing what a girl might have down there, but the pole sticking out was impossible to hide in almost any pose.

As the girls descended into the playroom, Debbie said, “First girl to fall asleep gets a forfeit.”

“What’s a forfeit?” Abigail asked.

“It’s a prank.”

“What kind of a prank?”

“I don’t know. The rest of us girls will figure it out when it happens.”

“Oh, oh,” Debbie said, jumping up and down excitedly. “My mom got me this really neat computer game.”

“I don’t like computer games,” Jennifer said.

“You’ll like this one. You enter in everybody’s name and the computer tells you what to do. It’s so much fun. It’s got a couple of different games.”

“Let’s get this party going. Let’s dance,” Marcie suggested.

Abigail wasn’t much of a dancer, but the girls were eager to show her how. Marcie grabbed her by the arm and led her to the floor and went over the steps with her. After a while Abigail got good enough at it and was actually enjoying it. Besides, it was nice to dance with what she had to admit were cute girls. The fact that she was the cutest of them didn’t register.

She also wondered why it’s OK for girls to dance with girls, but boys couldn’t dance with each other. Even her aunts danced with each other at a wedding she went to recently.

With seven girls in total, there were many combinations of dance partners, but most of the time they just seemed to dance all together in a big group. Abigail had to admit that it was fun dancing with all the other girls. It was sort of a bonding experience and although most of them were strangers, it made her more comfortable with them and her inhibitions dropped. There were moments when she forgot that she was mis-gendered and simply enjoyed the experience with her new friends.

She wondered if when she danced with other girls as a boy if she’d have the same feelings. Somehow she doubted it. This seemed to be the kind of experience that only girls seemed to share. She now appreciated her Girl Time even more. It was more than just looking and dressing like a girl; it was acting and thinking like a girl. Without Girl Time, she’d never know how much fun it was to share things with other girls. She even felt a little sorry for boys.

The girls danced themselves into exhaustion. Marcie and Patty who were on a cheerleading squad showed off a new cheer that they learned. The other girls wanted to learn it too, and with some encouragement, Abigail was persuaded to join in. She was soon jumping, kicking up her leg, clapping and chanting with the rest of the girls.

They took a break for some sodas, and Debbie said, “Let’s see what the computer has for us.”

She launched the program and clicked on an icon that looked like a bottle of nail polish. The first question was “How many colors do you have?” She typed in “12.”

“Mom got a good deal. Remember when they closed down the old Pharmacy Warehouse? Well, they were selling off everything and she got these for only a dollar a bottle. Some of them are the most hideous colors, but for a dollar, who cares?

Anyway, here’s how this game goes. The computer picks a girl. I already added in everybody’s name. Then it picks a finger. Then it picks a number. As you can see, each bottle has a number on it. The girl has to put the color nail polish associated with the number on that finger.

Let’s see who goes first.”

She clicked on a button and the computer responded with “Amy, left hand, pinkie, number 11.”

Amy grabbed the bottle labeled 11 and applied the polish to the nail on the appropriate finger. It was orange and it looked ugly.

The computer went through each girl and each finger randomly. It remembered the girls, the fingers and the colors, so that in the end, each girl had a different color nail polish on each of her fingers.

As the computer provided the instructions there was a lot of “Ew, yuck” (usually from the girl who had to paint her nail) and titters (usually from the other girls.) Even Abigail found herself giggling at the other girls’ misfortunes.

Abigail got black and orange on adjacent fingers. It suddenly gave her an idea: suppose she were to paint all her nails alternately orange and black for Halloween. It made her feel strangely happy to come up with fashion ideas of her own. As she looked at the other girls, she thought that no boy would ever deliberately do something so silly with his friends. Yet this silliness was fun.

The girls knelt down on the floor in a big circle, fingers splayed out wide, thumb-to-thumb with themselves and pinkie-to-pinkie with the girls next to her to show off their colorful, albeit not greatly coordinated creation. Debbie enlisted her mother’s help long enough to take a picture. She stood over the crowd and held the camera over the center of the circle to take the shot as each girl bent her head back to face the camera. It became the iconic picture of the sleepover: at least one that they could publish on their Facebook pages.

This made three changes of nail polish in one day for Abigail. She wondered if there would be more.

The next game was called do-er, do-ee and thing. The computer picked a girl as the doer and another girl as the doee and an act. The doer was supposed to do the act on the doee. There were several levels to this game and Debbie selected medium.

The first task was rather mild. Debbie read it off, “Nancy is the doer, Patty is the doee and the act is the doee has to hop across the room on one leg with her leg tied to the doer.”

The two girls actually thought this one out and agreed that they had to have the tied leg bent up behind them. In spite of all this coordination, they flopped on their very first jump. They had several more flops much to the laughter of the onlookers and themselves, before they figured out that first one girl jumps and then the other girl jumps. This sort of rocked the pair back and forth, but it got the job done.

The computer generated several other tasks such as one girl trying to apply makeup to herself without a mirror based only on the verbal instructions of the other.

In one of the acts, the doer told the blindfolded doee to point to one of the doer’s body parts. When it came to “rear end,” the doer pushed an open jar of Vaseline onto the doee’s finger. The doee jumped like she had touched an electrical socket.

Although the actions started of mild, they escalated. For example, Marcie was directed to nibble Jennifer’s left ear lobe. Amy had to kiss Nancy’s right pinkie toe.

The finishing act was with Abigail and Debbie. Abigail had to drink some soda out of Debbie’s belly button. All the girls “oohed” when the task was read off. Debbie giggled and laughed as she laid down and Nancy poured the soda in. It was cold and felt funny as it dripped down her sides, but mostly it tickled as it fizzed up in her navel.

Abigail got down on her knees beside Debbie. The girls began chanting, “Do it. Do it.” She brushed her hair aside and lowered her head to the other girl’s stomach. She had mixed feelings about the act. She had seen Debbie’s navel all afternoon at the pool, but it looked erotic up close and in this position. She couldn’t tell if the act was exciting, disgusting or just plain silly.

As her nose touched Debbie’s belly, Abigail extended her tongue and lapped at the little pool of soda. Debbie tensed and let out a sigh. As Abigail completed her task and moved back Debbie giggled, “Was it good for you?”

That question was answered when Abigail stood up. Her erection was standing straight out. The other girls, who had pretty much gotten used to seeing her penis by this time, were impressed nonetheless.

“Wow, look at that,” Nancy said.

Amy replied, “He does that sometimes when I play with him. My mom says it’s because he really likes what is happening.”

The girls went on to the next game which was called dress-up. It was your typical, dress another girl using only toilet paper.

“I want to dress Abigail,” several girls said.

“But the computer picks the teams. Besides, Abigail is the odd-girl out.”

“I got an idea” Amy said. “Abigail, take off your pajamas.”

The rest of the girls looked at her in shock.

“Oh, come on. We all knew this was going to happen. It was only a matter of time. Besides, we can already see everything he’s got.

What’s the sense of having a boy at a sleepover, if you’re not going to see him and play with him?”

Abigail felt compelled to obey her cousin and was soon standing totally naked in front of the girls.

“Hands on head,” Amy said. As soon as Abigail complied, she took the roll of toilet paper and put it on Abigail’s penis. The other girls broke up in hysterics.

Debbie divided the girls up into teams. She instructed them to strip down to their panties and bras.

“But what about what your mother said?” Patty complained.

“What did my mom say?”

“We couldn’t get naked in front of ….” Here she stopped and pointed, “HIM.”

“Oh come on Patty, it’s just bras and panties. That’s not naked.”

Patty was convinced to participate.

I was just bras and panties and on some of the girls, Abigail had seen more girl flesh at the pool, but there was something about this setting that made it erotic. Most of the girls wore plain cotton panties, but Debbie and Jennifer wore more silky underwear that were semi-transparent. Also seeing some of the cleavage at both the bra and through the panties excited her. There was no issue maintaining the erection.

There was the visual stimulation, but there was also the fact that the girls had to actually handle Abigail’s penis whenever they needed more toilet paper. Some of them were bolder than others. Some of the girls just pulled down the paper. Other girls grabbed hold of the organ to keep it steady. By the end all of the girls were comfortable handling it.

In the end, the Marcy, Jennifer, Nancy team won the contest as judged by Abigail.

Amy whispered something into Debbie’s ear and Debbie said, “You mean now?”

Amy replied, “Why not, he’s already naked and hard.”

“OK. Girls, we’re going to play a new game with Abigail. First we are going to blindfold her. Then each one of us is going to touch her, and she has to guess which girl it is. We’ll switch up hands. Sometimes we’ll touch her with our right hand, sometimes we’ll touch her with our left hands. Then we’ll have her lie down and touch her with our feet.”

“But your mom said no touching except with our hands.” Nancy objected.

“I think she meant not to touch it with our lips or mouth.” Debbie explained.

The other girls screwed up their faces at that description. “Yuck, that’s gross,” Nancy said. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

“I have an older cousin who told me a couple of things.”

“So do we have to wash our feet when we’re done?”

“If you want to.” Amy said, “Or maybe we can have Abigail lick them clean for us.”

“Feet are dirty,” Nancy said.

“No they’re not. We all just took showers,” Amy replied.

Debbie intervened, “Girls, let’s not fight. We have a golden opportunity here. We have a boy and he’s all ours to play with in any way we like. Any girl who wants to use her feet, can use her feet. Any girl that doesn’t want to doesn’t have to.”

Abigail lay naked on her back with her hands under her head as the girls variously pinched, groped, stroked or otherwise touched her penis. After a while she got used to the other girls touching her and actually started to make correct guesses.

In spite of some of the earlier objections, all of the girls also tried using their feet. Even Nancy joined in once she saw how much fun the other girls were having.

All of a sudden, Patty said, “He wet my feet. He peed on my feet!”

“Let’s take a look,” Debbie said. “I bet that’s not pee.”

“Then what is it?” Patty asked.

“Let’s investigate.”

The six girls got down on their knees around Abigail. Debbie took her penis between her thumb and forefinger and gave the head a squeeze. A drop of clear liquid oozed out. Debbie touched it with her fingertip and lifted it to her nose.

“It certainly doesn’t smell like pee.”

The other girls followed her lead wiping their fingertips against Abigail’s pee hole and sniffing it.

It’s slippery, Marcie remarked, rolling her fingers together.

“I know what it is,” Debbie announced, “It’s sperm. That’s the stuff that makes babies.” Amy, Marcie and Jennifer nodded in assent.

“It has a kind of faint smell. I wonder what it tastes like,” Amy said.

“So lick your finger and find out,” Debbie dared.

“I’ll do it if you do it.”

“You first.”

“On the count of three. One … two … three.”

Both girls stuck out their tongues and took a lick.

“I really can’t tell.” Amy said. “There’s not enough there.”

“Me neither.” Debbie confirmed. “I hear that when boys rub their penises they make sperm. It’s called jerking off.”

Turning to the boy on the ground she asked, “Abigail, do you jerk off?”

The hooded head nodded.

“Do you want to show us?”

“Can I take the hood off?”

“OK, but why?”

“A guy kind of likes to look at girls when he does this.”

“Any girl?”

“Well usually the ones in magazines and stuff, but any pretty girl will do.”

“Are you saying you think we are pretty?”

Again the nod.

“Oh that’s so sweet. You’re very pretty too.”

Abigail’s preferred method of masturbation was to kneel in front of the toilet while turning the pages of a magazine on the vanity. She rarely did it laying down on her back, but this time it seemed appropriate.

She was excited to look up at the girls as they gathered around for the show. It was such a submissive position to be in.

“Do you have to see it to do it?” Debbie asked.

“No.”

“Good!” Debbie said as she swung a knee over Abigail’s head. She was now straddling the boy facing his penis. “You said you wanted to look at a girl when you did it. You’re looking at me now. Do you like the view?”

Abigail got a good view of her panties that were a mere inch from her nose. She saw some dampness in the crotch. She didn’t know if it was pee or sweat or something else. She simply answered. “Yes.”

Abigail could feel that another girl had straddled her legs. She could feel the remaining girls pressing in on her sides. She barely had room to get her arm down to her waist to get the job done.

She heard Debbie say, “I wish I could call mom to get a picture of this.”

“Who has the longest arms?” Marcie asked.

“Nancy, you’re the tallest. See if you can get a selfie of this.”

Abigail couldn’t believe that she was doing this. She was pretty certain that all boys masturbated, but none of them would ever admit it. She would never tell any of her male friends that she jerked off, much less let them witness the act and take pictures of it.

Yet here she was, naked on her back, surrounded by girls with her hand on her penis. Boys would have to physically overpower her and hold her down to get her to do this. Yet a simple request from a girl and she was doing it. It was like she was compelled to obey an order if it came from a girl. It was the same way at home; she could never say no to her mother or her sister.

Abigail started pumping. She could feel the girls shift as they passed the camera around to get different shots of the act.

She wasn’t quite sure. Maybe it was because she was getting older and more mature or maybe the effects of the Puericil, but she was increasingly horny lately and having frequent erections. Normally when she touched herself there, she felt good, but now the organ felt even more sensitive than it had in the past.

Her erection became bigger and firmer after just a few strokes.

“Look at that,” Patsy exclaimed. “It’s turning red!”

She could feel the sexual tension building in her. She began to squirm. She moved her hips in concert with her hand. She could hear some of the girls giggle as they watched her performance.

Finally, it was too much. She gave one final thrust into the air with her hips and arched her stiffened body. She held her breath and then let out a gasp. She could feel the breath reflected back off Debbie’s pantied crotch. She could feel the sperm jetting out of her penis.

The girls reacted with various screams, screeches and giggles. She could feel the girl riding his knees bounce up and down as she ground her crotch into it.

She could feel the hot ejaculate splashing on her stomach. She could hear Nancy’s voice, “Get a picture! Get a picture!” to whichever girl had the camera.

Pump after pump, ejaculation after ejaculation, she performed for the girls for their entertainment.

Finally, she was drained and collapsed, panting into Debbies panties.

“Why did you stop?” Jennifer asked.

“I can only do it for so long. I never really counted, but there are only so many squirts I can do each time.”

“Can you do it again?”

“Yes, but I have to wait a while.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know. A half hour maybe. I’ve done it again that quickly before.”

Marcie asked, “Can anybody do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you pumped it with your hand. If somebody else pumps it with her hand would it do the same thing?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried.”

“Can we try?”

“That’s a good idea,” Debbie said. “We can take turns playing with him to see which girl can do him best.”

“Hold on. I can only do it so many times in a day.”

“How many times?”

“My record is 6, but that took all day and there wasn’t anything coming out the last couple of times.”

The girls looked disappointed.

Amy said, “I got an idea how we can all play. We all line up. The first girl grabs it and gives it one pump and then she goes to the end of the line. The next girl steps up and gives it two pumps and then she goes to the end of the line and so on.

Each time a girl steps up she gives it one more pump than the girl before her. It’s like when we play softball. Each girl has her turn ‘at bat.’”

Just about then, the pizza arrived and the girls took a break. They resumed other games and finally asked Abigail if she was ready.

Abigail admitted that she liked the game. She liked watching the joy in each girl’s face as she came forward to stroke her penis. It was an unusual masturbation: go and stop and go again. Each girl brought her closer to ejaculation, but she slid back between each girl’s turn.

Also each girl had a slightly different technique for touching her. Some girls grasped firmly, others more tentatively. Some jerked fast, some jerked slow.

After a while she wanted to grab her penis for herself and just let go, but she didn’t want to disappoint the girls. This was their show and they were in control.

It was undoubtedly the longest masturbation of her life. She liked to edge herself. She found that if she stimulated herself close to cumming and then stopped and then let herself come down that she had a more enjoyable ejaculation when the time came.

The girls were doing exactly this, although they didn’t know it. There were a number of times when she came close and she felt disappointed when the girl’s count was up. She almost, but not quite came several times.

Debbie had him close and she was wondering if this would be the one. In the background, she could hear the girls chanting off the numbers. She could feel the muscles tensing for the shot when Debbie’s number was up. There was a sense of loss when Debbie released her grip.

Amy stepped up. She took control of Abigail’s penis. Of all the girls, Amy had one of the better techniques. Abigail was glad for this since she hoped that the two of them could continue this play at home. Amy was firm and aggressive. She only got about half way through her count when it happened.

She shot off splashing her semen onto Amy’s hand and forearm and leg and foot. Abigail pleaded with her, “Keep pumping, keep pumping. Make it all come out.”

The girls stopped counting and started chanting, Pump, pump, pump ….” and Amy did.

Amy pumped Abigail until she could feel the twitching but nothing was coming out. The other girls clapped and cheered.

“Wow, what a mess,” Debbie exclaimed. “No wonder my mom said we’d have to clean up.”

“And not just the floor,” Amy said. “Look at me. I’ll have to take another shower.”

Marcie got an evil grin. She pointed at Abigail and said, “It’s his mess. He made it. Let him clean it up?”

“Of course he has to clean it up,” Debbie said, “I’ll get the paper towels.”

“That’s good for the floor, but what about Amy?”

“What about Amy?”

“Shouldn’t he clean her up?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“That he lick his stuff off her.”

Nancy and Jennifer went. “Ew, gross.” But the rest of the girls were excited about the idea.

Marcie wiped her finger on Amy’s arm and then smeared some of the ejaculate on her leg. She said, “Look at me. I have some on me. Abigail will have to clean me too!”

The rest of the girls soon caught on and were finger painting themselves with Abigail’s semen.

Abigail was required to lick the spots clean. After a while, the girls started to paint each other in more daring places. Marcie even dropped her pants and mooned the crowd as Jennifer applied the goo in a couple of places.

The girls eventually ran out of semen. It was getting late. They were tired.

There were more sleepover games to play.

There was sort of a “Mad Libs” game on the computer. Girls were called up to the computer one by one. The first girl filled in the blank: “Amy met (boy’s name)”. the next girl filled in “at the (location)”, next girl “and she asked him (question)”, next girl “and he said (answer)”.

It started off tame, but got raunchier as the girls went on. One of the later entries came out, “Debbie met Alex in the girls’ bathroom at the mall and she asked him ‘How big is your penis?” and he said “I like kissing Nancy’s toes.”

Poor Nancy was the first girl to fall asleep. Some of the girls held her down while the rest of them tickled her. Abigail was one of the holders. They kept it up demanding secret after secret until she admitted that she had a fantasy about dating a certain movie star.

Then, in the middle of the night, there was a blood-curdling scream. It was computer generated but it got all the girls going including Debbie who knew it was going to happen, but not exactly when.

The next morning seven still-pajamaed, yawning girls sat around the breakfast table. Debbie’s mom asked, “Did you girls have a good time?”

“Yeah mom, it was the best sleepover ever.” The other girls, including Abigail nodded. The other girls might have had fun playing with her, but she enjoyed being played with. She never thought that she could have so much fun being a passive plaything. That, plus the other games, made her feel closer to the girls. There was kind of a bonding there: a kind of sisterhood, and she was proud to be accepted into it.

The girls finished breakfast, got dressed and left for their homes. As Amy and Abigail walked along Amy said, “You were great. My mom and your mom are going to be so proud. Did you have fun?”

“I sure did. It was my best Girl Time yet!”

“That’s good, because we’re invited to Marcie’s sleepover in a couple of weeks. Once the word gets out, there won’t be a girl in town who won’t invite us to her sleepover. We’ll be the most popular girls in town.”

(The End)