The Girls' Wishes
By NAMB

Copyright 2008 by NAMB, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Summer 1964

Diana Delgado had the biggest tits in the 7th grade. At her 13 years of age, they were just budding, but for a 14-year-old boy, they looked a lot better than her flat-chested contemporaries. Even though she was a year behind me in school, getting a date with her was impossible. She already attracted the attention of the older boys in high school and wouldn't even give a mere 8th grader a chance.

Nonetheless she dominated my fantasies and I shot many a load of semen thinking about her. I would give just about anything to get a date with her. How envious my friends would be if I could just be seen with her. So I developed a plan.

I knew that Diana was very close with her younger sister, Darlene. If I can get on Darlene's good side, maybe I could use her to get to her sister. Darlene was only 10 and in the 4th grade; she hadn't even started her development yet, but she had the same cute face as her sister.

The plan just had to work. After all, I was an 8th grade boy. What chance does a 4th grade girl have against me?

[Tuesday]

I caught Darlene and two of her friends by the handball courts down at the beach. Darlene and I weren't exactly strangers. We knew each other from school, but never so much as talked to each other. Normally, I would have merely walked by her without so much as saying, "Hello." But I had to change that if I was going to get my plan to work. I felt really nervous and my mouth was dry as I approached the girls. I don't know why. They were just kids; it wasn't like they were real girls.

The three of them were sitting at a picnic table just outside the fence from the court. I walked up to Darlene and said, "Hi."

Darlene smiled back at me and said, "Hi." Her friends giggled.

I didn't know where to go from here, so I stated the obvious, "You playing handball?"

"Well, sort of," she replied. "There's only three of us, so we can't play a real game."

I took that as an invitation, "How about I join you?"

She glanced over at the two other girls and they giggled again.

"OK," she said. Then she introduced her friends, "This is Judy and Arlene." I recognized the two girls as classmates of hers.

We went onto the court and she said, "Why don't you and Judy partner up, and I'll play with Arlene."

"OK," I said, "I have to warn you, I'm a really good player." I felt really confident as an older boy against little girls.

We got into play, and Judy and I won two games. We switched partners and Arlene and I won another game. This was going to be easy and made me feel even braver. So I proposed a deal, "How about we make the stakes more interesting?"

"What do you mean?"

"How about I take you girls on, and if I win, you introduce me to your sister."

"And if you lose?"

"You get to tell me what to do. I'll do anything you ask." I really didn't worry about this happening.

"Alright Mr. Big Pants," Darlene said. "How about you against all three of us girls?"

"I don't know," I stammered.

"Come on," she taunted, "Are you afraid of us little girls?"

"OK," I agreed.

"And to make it even more interesting, if we girls win, each of us get a wish."

This was poor odds, but I was thinking more of Diana and her tits than the present moment. I wasn't thinking clearly. I agreed to the challenge.

Darlene called her friends into conference and they had a hand-cupped-to ear secret conversation.

I did well at the beginning of the game, but the girls pulled ahead after the first dozen points. It took me a while to catch onto the girls' strategy. Two of them played me as the third girl held back to catch her breath. I was getting tired, but the girls always had a fresh player in the game. No matter where I hit the ball, the girls had a player there to return it. By the end, I was exhausted and sweating and defeated.

I couldn't believe it. I was beaten by a bunch of girls; younger girls at that!

Now that I had lost, I had to pay up. I had no choice. I could have reneged on my bet, but honor is honor, and I could not bear living down going back on a bet. It would be bad enough if this was a bunch of guys, but to go back on a bet with kids was simply cruel and would ruin my reputation if it got out.

"OK," I sighed, "What do you girls want me to do?"

Again they had a secret conversation.

Darlene put herself forward as the spokesgirl. "Arlene doesn't have any brothers, so she has never seen how a boy makes pee."

"Oh no!" I protested.

The three girls pleaded with me in almost sickening little girl sweetness, "Please, we won't tell anybody. We'll really like you if you do."

"No way," I answered.

To which they replied, "But you promised."

Denise put the clincher on it, "If you do it for Arlene, I'll introduce you to my sister."

I knew better, but the mention of Diana's name put my brain in reverse. I though again, "How bad can it be? And I still get what I want." I said, "When do you want to do this? We can't do it here."

"We can do it under the boardwalk. I know a secret place."

"You promise you'll introduce me to your sister?"

"Yes, if you do it for Arlene and take care of Judy's and my wishes."

I had forgotten that this humiliating event was only one third of my punishment.

I hung my head and meekly said, "OK, let's do it and get it over with."

We walked off with Darlene leading the way.

"Wait a minute, where are you girls going," I said indicating Darlene and Judy.

"We're going to watch."

"I thought this was for Arlene only. You girls told me you've already seen boys make pee."

"That's true, but only little boys. Besides this is Arlene's wish," Judy said, "Arlene, you want us to watch. Don't you?"

"Of course," she replied.

"There, that settles it," Judy said, "You will make pee, and all three of us will watch you do it."

The question about seeing other boys make pee started a conversation between Judy and Darlene.

"Judy, who did you see?" Darlene asked.

"Billy Clayton!"

"No way!" both the other girls replied.

"He's as old as we are. Maybe even older." Darlene added.

"Well we were in the first grade at the time." Judy admitted.

"We?" Darlene asked, "Who's we? Who was with you?"

"My cousin, Helen; she's two years older than me." Judy added, "And you?"

"Just Billy Swenson, and Todd Green."

"Together?"

"No, this was two different times, but me and Gina Thompson got to see Todd a couple of times before he moved away."

"I can't believe how lucky you girls are," Arlene put in. "I've never seen a real live boy. Of course there are the pictures in the book from school, but you guys drew me much better pictures than that."

"Well all that's going to change now," Darlene stated, "With Peter's help, we're going to welcome you into the club."

Darlene led us behind a thick group of bushes. The tops were so thick that they almost overhung the boardwalk. The bases were back from the boardwalk by about a foot and a half. This made sort of a tunnel that you had to crouch over to walk in. This was far easier for the girls who were well shorter than me by at least a foot.

We stopped at a point where there was a bicycle lock chain around three of the boards. Darlene twirled the combination on the lock and unlocked the chain. She pushed in on the middle board and it gave way. A narrow opening revealed itself. She wiggled in and I enjoyed looking at her short-clad behind. I was next, and Judy and Arlene actually had to pull the other boards aside so I could get in.

Soon were all crouched in a sandy alcove completely cut off from the rest of the world. Two old beach chairs were partially embedded in the sand. The space was rather low and even the girls had to bend over. I was crawling.

"I guess you'll have to kneel down," suggested Darlene as she sat in one of the beach chairs like a queen on her throne. Arlene sat in the chair next to her, and Judy sat in a seat dug out in the sand against the wall of the alcove. The girls were arranged in sort of a semi-circle around me as I knelt there on what I had to consider a stage for my pending performance.

Now that it came down to it, I felt nothing but shame. I never showed my penis to any girl, even as a little boy. I couldn't even remember the last time my mom saw me. I was taking baths and showers on my own since I started school. I was hoping that the first time that I showed my penis to a girl, the girl would be naked too.

I fumbled at my fly, but Darlene would have none of it. "Take them all off."

"What?"

"Take all of your clothes off. We want the full show."

"That's not part of the deal."

"It is now. Right Arlene?"

Arlene merely nodded, and uttered a meek, "yes." Although it was her fantasy, it was clear that the other two girls, and in particular, Darlene, were running the show.

Darlene jumped in, "You don't want us to tell your friends that you went back on your bet, do you?"

"My friends will side with me when they find out what it is you want," I countered.

"And we'll tell them that first you lose a handball game to a bunch of little girls, and you agreed to make pee while we watched. In fact we'll tell them that you did make pee for us. If you go back on your word, we'll go back on our word not to tell. It will be three against one. Who are people going to believe?"

"But ..." was all I managed to get out.

"How about we tell the grown ups that you just took it out and showed it to us. My mom warned me about boys and men. You don't want her finding out, do you? She'll be sure to tell your mom and everybody else's mom as well."

I was defeated again. The girls outsmarted me on the handball court, and now they outsmarted me again. The best I can do was plead, "OK, but you don't tell anyone, OK."

Darlene was angry. "We promised, didn't we. And we keep our promises," she snipped at me.

There wasn't much to take off: a tee shirt, my sneakers, my socks, my shorts and my underwear. I removed each piece of my clothing reluctantly and although I had my head lowered, I could feel the presence of the girls' eyes on my every move.

I was kneeling and Darlene said, "You don't have to take off your pants all the way. You can pull them down to your knees." I followed her instructions. Lowering my underwear, I could hear the girls giggle.

Judy said, "Look how big it is."

Even Darlene was surprised, "He's got hair down there."

This was followed by a whispered, tittering conversation among the girls.

I raised my head to look at my audience. None of their eyes met mine. They were staring elsewhere.

After a couple moments of silence, Darlene raised her head and looked me straight in the eye. I felt very uncomfortable in her glaze. I watched he lips as she quietly said, "Do it,"

There was just one problem. Well, more than one.

The first problem was the ridiculous position I was in. Here I was, a 14-year-old man, naked in front of three 10-year-old, fully clothed girls. I should have felt embarrassed, and I did. But I also felt excited. I don't know why.

The second problem was, I didn't have to pee. I was quite dehydrated from the handball game.

The third problem was that the excitement of the situation was causing me to have an erection despite all my efforts to stop it. It's difficult to piss out of a hard on.

The fourth problem was that I had never even been naked in front of other people except my doctor. I certainly never peed in front of anyone else even boys. I was a very private person and this made matters even worse. My bladder shut down entirely.

Darlene poked Arlene as she watched my slowly inflating penis, "Look at that; it's getting big."

Judy said, "Billy did that the time I saw him."

So I knelt there, girls watching, with my erected penis bobbing before them.

"The sooner you get started, the sooner this will be over," Darlene reminded me. I recalled saying almost the same thing not more than moments ago. I realized she was right, but there was nothing I could do about it.

So we sat there, or should I say, the girls sat there with me kneeling before them for an indeterminate amount of time. I knelt in silence while the girls chatted away gaily.

I got tired and started to sway. Darlene sighed and said, "I don't know about you girls, but I'm getting hungry. It's time for lunch, and Peter still hasn't peed."

Finally she turned to me and said, "OK, you should have done it by now. You can get dressed."

As I was getting dressed, she told me, "You still owe Arlene and us a pee."

"You saw it," I said, "Isn't that enough?"

"The deal is you have to make pee. You didn't do that, so you haven't paid off your debt yet."

"Let me try again," I pleaded. I was willing to kneel there some more and try to force it out.

Darlene interpreted my remark a different way. "OK, do you think you can be ready by this afternoon?"

I wasn't thinking about a repeat performance, but what choice did I have.

I nodded, "OK, what time do you want to do it?"

"Meet us at the handball court at 2 O'clock."

We left and I went home to eat lunch and concentrate on what just happened to me. Suppose I just didn't show up? But then the girls would tell their story (and I really did show it to them) and I'd be ruined anyway.

I knew I had to prepare for the afternoon's "performance" and this time I did want to get it over with as quickly as possible. I didn't want dehydration to hold me back and knew that when completely full, my bladder loses it shyness. My mom laughed at me. "Boy, you must be really thirsty. That's the 3rd glass of milk you drank." She didn't know about the couple of glasses of water I downed in the bathroom.

I already had the urge to go to the bathroom when I left the house, but wouldn't think about relieving myself. I had to save it all for the girls. Besides, I might even impress them with how much and how hard I can pee. If I had to put on a show for them, it might as well be a good one.

I got to the handball court just before 2 and waited for the girls. As I stood there, sitting back against the railing on the boardwalk, I started experiencing cramping in my abdomen. I really needed to piss really bad. I thought about the public bathroom that was two blocks away, but decided to hold on. It wouldn't be too long and I would be able to relieve myself. Besides, if I went there, I might be late for the girls and I didn't want to make them angry.

Two o'clock came and went and my bladder was letting me know that it was hyperextended. I couldn't wait for the girls to get there. I was doing a "little boy pee dance" by this time hoping to relieve the pressure. It was getting to be downright painful.

I was glad when I finally saw the girls walking down the street towards me. I couldn't believe it. I was actually looking forward to taking my penis out and peeing for them! My mind was so clouded with pain that it didn't immediately register that there were 4 of them. I recognized the new girl. It was Arlene's younger sister, Ellen. I think she was a second-grader.

"What's she doing here?" I asked as the girls finally approached.

"She's my sister," Arlene answered, "I have to watch her today."

"No you don't," the little girl protested.

"Yes I do. Just be quiet and go along with this."

"But ..." I tried to respond.

"There is nothing you can do about it," Darlene finally said. "Arlene has to watch Ellen, and that's it."

Darlene noticed my dance and sarcastically said, "Does the little boy have to go pee-pee?" The other girls giggled at her comment. She laughed herself, "I go babysitting with my Cousin Becky. She's going to go to college next year. She told me about how little boys wiggle around like that when they have to make pee-pee." She turned to me and said, "I'm surprised you aren't holding it. I bet you really have to go."

I didn't even hide my desperation, "Yes please, let's do it." I dropped the issue of Ellen being there. My aching bladder put me in a poor position to negotiate. I merely assume that she would be watching too.

"Not so fast," Darlene said. "How about another game of handball?"

"No!" I exclaimed.

"Just me and you. If you win, you're off the hook entirely. If you lose, it's double wishes for each of us, including Ellen."

I looked at her with pleading eyes.

"The longer you wait, the more it's going to hurt you," she said.

I gave in. I thought I could take her; it was one-on-one, so I agreed to her conditions. "Just one game," I said.

"Just one game," she smiled back.

We hit the courts, and I found it very difficult to play against her with my stomach and crotch cramped in such pain. She, on the other hand played with ease. I did well enough in the beginning. However, she had a delaying tactic. She was able to play hard enough to make me work for every point. She took her time between serves, and retrieving the ball when it got away.

Eventually, the pain got too much for me. Even though I was ahead 11 to 8 (with Darlene catching up), I yelled, "I gotta go!" and started to run off the court.

"You leave the game and you lose," she said.

"I don't care," I responded, and at the moment, I meant it.

Arlene, Judy and Ellen blocked my way. The girls pointed at my groin and laughed. I looked down. Somehow during the game, I must have let go some pee. I had wet my pants, and it was obvious.

"You're not going anywhere looking like that," Judy observed.

"He peed his pants," Ellen squealed.

"OK girls, let's go." Darlene said. "Come on Peter!" The alcove was closer than the nearest bathroom. I practically ran to our secret place urging the girls to follow me. It was as I was in a rush to get to my own execution.

This time, I was the one eager to get me undressed. "Please girls, get seated," I said, "I have a show to put on."

Ellen piped up, "What's he doing? He's getting undressed. He's showing us his pee-pee."

Arlene calmed her down, 'Shh, just sit back and enjoy the show."

I must have peed for a full two minutes. The stream just came out and kept coming. I lost some of the pain, but the muscles pressing on the bladder were getting cramped from pushing so much. I could hear the girls gasping and giggling and watched as they put their hands over their mouths or pointed with widened eyes.

I watched as my urine pooled momentarily even in the porous sand.

Finally, I collapsed back on my heels and fell over on my side.

Darlene said, "That was a very good show. Thank you, Peter."

She turned to her girlfriend and said, "Are you satisfied, Arlene?"

Arlene giggled in response and said, "Yes. I think my little sister enjoyed it too. Didn't you Ellen?"

The 8-year old piped up, "I can't wait to tell my friend Ginger about this."

The girls were on her immediately. "No you don't," her sister corrected her, "This is a secret for just us girls. You can't let anyone else know unless we tell you. We don't want someone's mom finding out about this and putting an end to our fun."

Ellen looked disappointed but agreed.

Although I had streamed pee like a horse I still had to go a little. The muscles that push on my bladder to expel my pee finally recovered and the pain in my groin had gone away enough to feel the urge again. I struggled to my knees and started to pee again.

This set the girls off into a gale of giggles. One of them pointed and giggled, "Look, he's doing it again!"

This time the girls crowded around so close I could almost hit them. They weren't looking at me, they were looking only at my penis.

Finally my pee ran out and I let myself back on my heels and sighed.

The girls actually applauded.

"Wow," Darlene said, "That was a great performance. Thanks for the encore. I think we are really going to have a lot of fun with our other wishes. See you here tomorrow morning at 10."

I was so concentrated on my current situation that I had forgotten that I still owed Arlene on more favor, and I owed Judy, little Ellen and Darlene two more wishes each.

How could I forget? These girls now owned me.

-=o=-

[Wednesday]

So the next day, at 10 AM I was there waiting at the handball court waiting for my three 10-year-old, and one 8-year-old mistresses to arrive

I sat on one of the nearby picnic tables and mused, "How did I get myself into this?" and then realized it was my own pride that got me. I thought I was better than any girl, so I should have been absolutely superior to girls who were younger than me.

I thought I could manipulate them to get to yet another girl. But it turned out that I was manipulated by them. Not only was I manipulated by them, but I was manipulated to the point of degrading myself before them in a most humiliating way.

I saw the four girls striding up. Little Ellen was bouncing her ball as she walked along. To her this was just a game. I wondered how serious the other girls were taking it or was it just good fun for them. To me it occupied all my thoughts. I was hoping that they didn't want to play handball again. I made up my mind: no more bets.

I walked up to the girls and met them at the gate as they arrived. As they approached, I got up and said, "Good morning, girls."

In a little-girl, sing-song fashion, they replied, "Good morning, Peter."

Darlene took me to the side so passers-by couldn't hear us and dictated the terms of my surrender. "Us girls have been thinking. You know if you're going to take this much time to satisfy our wishes, it's going to take all summer. I think we're going to have to put you on a schedule. How about you meet us here every day at 10."

What choice did I have? I realized that keeping to this schedule would cut into both my time with my friends and my time to do chores for my mom. Instead of sleeping in, I'd have to get up early to do my chores so I could get them all done and down to the handball court by 10. Then I would have to please the girls. If it's something as simple as making pee for them, I could get that done quickly. My time with my friends wouldn't start until the girls were finished with me. I did the mental calculations; at the rate at which I had to satisfy the girls' wishes, it would only be another week.

Luckily I was spared the humiliation of another handball game. "Let's go," Darlene said with a cock of her head. "Judy gets her wish today," she said. It was clear to me by now that the girls had discussed and agreed upon their wishes in advance.

As we approached the alcove Judy said, "I want to hold it while you make pee."

Fortunately this time, I drank enough, and only enough to be able to make pee without a lot of pain involved.

I got undressed even without being ordered to do so. I was completely naked by the time the girls got comfortable. This time it was Judy sitting in the seat beside Darlene as Arlene and her kid sister crowded around from the sides.

"Come closer so I can touch it." Judy ordered.

I moved forward and she bent over. She grasped my penis firmly but without hurting me. Physically it felt good.

"Put your hands on your head," she ordered.

I did. I realized that I was losing control by the minute. I was becoming more and more the girls' passive playtoy.

"Now pee!" Judy commanded confidently.

My bladder was shy with a Judy holding my penis. It was a funny feeling. I can't recall anyone other than me touching me there, much less a girl! Feeling her fingers on my organ was almost like an out of body experience. I felt so vulnerable and so violated.

With my penis clamped between Judy's strong fingers, it started to erect. I didn't want this to happen, but I realized that I no longer had any control over the situation, or even my own body. I was afraid that the combination of the embarrassment and a hard-on would make it impossible to pee.

"Look at that! It's getting big again," she screeched. "Am I doing that?"

I could feel myself blushing but nodded a "yes."

I was able to start a stream after some delay. Once it got going it was fairly strong. Judy pulled down on my penis to keep the stream from hitting her. She swung it from side to side making designs in the sand with the stream. I emptied my bladder and gave the last final pushes that made my penis pulse.

"Oh wow, that was cool. I could feel that. What did you do?"

"I just pushed out the last couple of drops of pee."

"Can you do it again?"

"I think so." I demonstrated by doing the male equivalent of Kegel exercises.

Judy turned to her friends, "You girls got to feel this."

"Let me touch it" Arlene pleaded.

"Let's all touch it," Darlene advised.

I was going to protest that this was not part of the deal when I realized that all Judy had to say was that it was part of her wish, and I would be obliged to obey.

I was ordered to kneel in another part of the alcove so each girl could kneel in front of me and play with my penis in her turn.

I knelt there with hands on head and penis sticking straight out as girl after girl grabbed, stroked, petted and batted at my penis. All this physical stimulation assured that it stayed hard for them and they enjoyed doing it and watching it. By this time I was aroused enough to have my penis twitch involuntarily. The girls didn't tire of this game quickly.

I had progressed from a performer to please the girls to a plaything to be used by the girls.

As we left the alcove, the Darlene advised me, "Tomorrow is a special day. Judy's mom takes the train into the city with Mrs. Johnson and another lady on Thursdays to shop and have lunch. She doesn't get back until about 3:30. So we will meet at Judy's house at 9 AM. Be prepared to have fun."

-=o=-

[Thursday]

9 AM came rather quickly. I really had to hustle to get my chores done on time. My mom was suitably impressed. I reported to Judy's house with barely enough time to spare.

Judy, Arlene and Ellen were there. Darlene hadn't arrived yet. Since it was Judy's house, she took charge. The girls took me to Judy's bedroom. I don't know why. We could have done this anywhere in the house but I was glad to be in a more private part of it.

I had never been in a real girl's room. I looked around. There were posters of rock stars on the wall. She had some magazines in the nightstand (I hid my magazines under my mattress). She had some stuffed animals on the chairs and dresser top. A doll or two adorned other prized places. Clothes were everywhere and I got a peek into her closet and saw enough shoes for several girls. I could see her school uniforms hanging up in plastic waiting for summer to be over and be worn again.

The room was pink, it had a flower pattern on the wallpaper and said "GIRL" everywhere you looked. Being there under normal circumstances would be uncomfortable enough. These girls were young enough to bring up memories of the "cootie factor." If you touched something uniquely girl you somehow lost some of your masculinity. And here I was surrounded my femininity.

Judy pointed to a small, oval shaped rug at the side of her bed. "Get undressed."

I took off my clothing and she made me fold each item as I took it off and place it neatly on her dresser. This dragged out the process and made it all the more embarrassing. Getting naked was far more difficult than being naked. Getting naked meant that I was debasing myself at the girls' commands. Being naked was just a state. I was constantly aware that I was fully naked, and the girls were fully dressed, but it was a lower level of shame, even though it was constant. In the bedroom, I felt more open and exposed than in the alcove.

"Put your hands on your head," she ordered.

Although my penis was not subject to the prodding and poking that the girls submitted me to during our last session I was got a passable erection just from the thought that the girls were looking at me.

Darlene arrived several minutes later, and the activities began.

"Today I think we'll let Ellen have her wish," she said. "What do you want our plaything to do for us today," she asked.

"I don't know about you girls, but my feet are tired. I think I need a foot rub."

This did not sound like a command that an 8-year-old girl could think up by herself and I suspected that the older girls coached her on what to do and say.

So we wound up on the bed with my legs splayed wide open and Ellen's feet in my lap pressing on my penis. I removed her sneakers and started to massage her feet. She alternated between purring contentedly and giggling. She insisted I rub her feet for at least 15 minutes and then announced, "That was nice. Now I want you to lick my feet!"

I opened my mouth and flapped it wordlessly for several seconds. The girls laughed at my predicament.

"In fact you can lick all our feet," the ever-sadistic Darlene said.

This was not a task I relished at all. First of all, it was summer. That meant that the girls' feet were hot and sweaty, but what was worse was that their feet had been in their sneakers all day. It was early summer and that was a bit of good news. Girls get new sneakers for the summer. By August or September, these same sneakers would be a lot dirtier and smellier. Nonetheless, the girls have had these sneakers on their feet almost continuously for weeks. Arlene and Ellen even preferred to wear them without socks!

"Peter, get off the bed and kneel at the foot of the bed." Arlene ordered. "Ellen get up and we'll prop you up with some pillows."

Ellen positioned herself so her feet hung over the foot of the bed. I assumed my position kneeling in front of her. She simply said, "Go to it boy." "BOY!" I thought. She's nearly half my age, and she's calling me, "boy." I rocked forward and my lips met her toes.

I really didn't know what to do, so I started by kissing her toes. I could smell the canvas and rubber from her sneakers and something else: a scent that seemed to be uniquely her. I thought of this as I gently pecked at the bottom of each of her toes. She seemed to enjoy this and by the tittering and giggling I heard around me, so did the other girls.

Darlene whispered something into her ear and she quickly acted tired with my mere kissing and took over directing my efforts. "Take my toes into your mouth and suck on them," she commanded. The other girls cheered her on, "Atta girl, Ellen. Make him do it." One by one, I took her toes into my mouth. I could hear her sigh with delight. As I became more accustomed to my task, I sucked on them, scraped them gently with my teeth, and ran my tongue all around her toe taking particular attention to flick it along the back sides of the joints. Then, taking two toes in my mouth at a time, I ran my tongue over and under the little web of skin between them. I could hear the other girls murmuring with delight in the background. "I can't wait until he does that to me," I heard one of them say.

Ellen had me lick her feet all over, but kept me returning to her toes. It seemed to be an erogenous zone, and as I found out later, the other girls were turned on by it themselves.

Toe sucking a girl's foot wasn't really all that bad once I got used to the smells. In addition to the sneaker smell, each girl smelled and tasted differently. I began to appreciate what dogs must experience since I thought that I could tell each of the girls apart by the way she smelled and tasted. I was certainly doggy-like enough still down on all fours for each licking session.

In this position, I could feel my penis and balls hanging down. My penis was so erected that the skin felt tight and itchy. I felt like there was extra weight there as it hung and swung below me. This display was not lost on the other girls. They sat on the floor off to the side so they could witness this show.

Darlene remarked, "According to my Cousin Becky, when a boy's thing gets big it means that he likes you. She should know, she's already 19 and has lots of boyfriends. I guess Peter likes us. Look how big and hard he is for us."

"Look at that stuff dripping out of his thing," Arlene remarked. "Is that pee?"

One of the girls reached under me and wiped the tip of my penis with her fingers. It was electrifying and my penis jerked at the touch. I could hear her giggle.

"No, it isn't pee. It doesn't smell like pee and it's slippery."

That was enough encouragement for the other girls to try it. One of them even squeezed the head of my penis to make another drop come out.

There was a sudden revelation by Darlene, "I know what that stuff is; it's sperm! Remember what we read in those books?"

The other girls agreed with this assessment, and although I knew better, with a mouth full of girl toes, I was not in a position to respond.

My knees were sore, my mouth was tired and my tongue ached by the time I serviced all 40 of the girls' toes.

"Mmm, my feet feel so good," Ellen remarked. "When I get a boyfriend, I'm going to have him do this all the time."

"Well, we still have a bunch of wishes to go," remarked Darlene. "But I don't want to waste them all on foot licking. I think there are a lot of other things we can do with him.

Judy said, "I'm hungry. It's time for lunch. Let's eat and get onto the beach."

I made a move towards my clothes.

"What are you doing? Judy asked.

"Um getting dressed. Aren't we done?"

"No you are not done until us girls say you're done." She responded saying each word clearly. She was apparently annoyed that I would even suggest it. "You will CARRY your clothes downstairs and make lunch for us."

I felt that surge of embarrassment overcome me again as I left the relatively secure shelter of the bedroom for the more open part of the house. Judy led the way with Darlene and checked that the blinds and curtains were set to assure some degree of privacy. Ellen and Arlene followed in the rear. I could hear Arlene whisper something to her sister. Ellen reached out and pinched my rear end. Both girls broke out giggling at that.

As we reached the kitchen, the girls made my put on an apron, and I had to open a couple of cans of tuna fish and mix it up for them. Then I got the bread out and made sandwiches for them. I fetched soda from the refrigerator and served them. Once they were all seated and eating, Judy said, "Make some lunch for yourself and sit down."

I didn't know what to make of this offer but did as Judy ordered. Apparently, the girls were willing to be friendly with me when not ordering me around as their naked sex slave.

I cleaned up after lunch, and the girls got ready to go to the beach. My last task was to kneel in front of each girl as she sat in a chair and put her sneakers back on.

As I stood back up from lacing her sneakers, Judy said, "Peter, get dressed!" To her friends she said, "We can meet here again next week, but where are we going to meet tomorrow and what are we going to do?"

Darlene answered, "The where and when is at the handball courts at 10 AM. As to the what, I don't think we should discuss it openly in front of the boy."

"The boy!" That is what I had become. I wasn't even Peter anymore. The girls were discussing things about me in my presence as if I weren't even there. Dressed, I was not more concern to them than the furniture in the room.

We left and went our separate ways.

-=o=-

[Friday]

I was there and waiting at the handball court at 10 AM as ordered. I had just a full enough bladder, just in case. I could never tell what the girls would come up with for me to do.

The girls, as usual, were several minutes late. I had considered being late myself, but if the girls found out I did not want to face whatever retribution they could come up with.

"Today is my turn," Darlene announced. I don't know how the girls decided whose turn it was, but I suspected that it really didn't matter. They somehow agreed on what they wanted me to do, and they all participated, so any "turn" was every girl's "turn."

On today's agenda was spanking. My parents didn't spank me, and I was pretty sure that none of the girls were spanked either. How they came up with this idea was beyond me. Maybe Darlene watched her cousin spank little boys when she went babysitting with her. Spanking in the alcove took a little figuring out. The beach chairs had arms on them so I couldn't lay over the girl's lap directly. However, the beach chairs were only inches off the floor. So we did a little construction project and moved some sand so the girl could have her legs straight out and supported.

So instead of laying over the girl's lap, I laid over her upper legs with my penis sandwiched between them. I actually preferred this as Arlene and Ellen were wearing denim shorts and they felt abrasive against my organ. The other two girls were wearing cotton shorts and they felt better, but the feel of the girls' silky skin was a wonderful sensation.

I went over Darlene's lap first. She raised her arm and brought it down on my butt. It made a loud slapping sound and I let out a grunt. The other girls tried to "shh" her, but she would have none of it. She kept on spanking me.

Arlene was concerned, "What if somebody hears us?" It was a valid concern. So my spanking was discontinued for the moment while she and her sister went "upstairs" on the boardwalk. They signaled that they were in position by stamping on the boards (accompanied by some stray grains of sand falling down through the cracks). Darlene resumed her spanking. I could see the two girls' shadows moving around. They stamped again, and Darlene stopped spanking.

They were soon back in the alcove with their report. "Nobody's going to even get close from the side, so the only people we have to worry about are those that are walking on top of us. There's a good breeze and the waves are making a lot of noise. Yes, we could hear you spanking Peter, but we knew what we were listening for and we stood still over you. If we were just walking by, I don't think we'd hear you or know what we were hearing. If someone stops and stands here we'll their shadows, so we can stop and be quiet."

All this time, I had been laying over Darlene's lap. I had gotten hard and I had some "leakage." Initially, Darlene's legs felt cool and comforting. Now they were hot and sticky. What was worse was that my penis had poked its way into the sand, and the head was now coated with it.

So instead of enjoying the sensation of having my penis slide up and down between Darlene's normally silky legs as she spanked me, I was having a problem. Darlene complained a little bit about my getting my sticky stuff on them and how abrasive the sand felt on her thighs.

I enjoyed the refreshing coolness each time a new girl took me between her legs, but it was only temporary and soon both of us were complaining about the hot, grinding abrasiveness. The girls complained verbally. I had to bear my pain stoically.

But girl thighs are tougher than boy penis, and there were four of them and only one of me. So by the time the girls finished spanking me, not only was my butt red and sore, but so was my penis. I gently tried to brush the sand off of it so it wouldn't chafe me after I got dressed. This activity only prolonged my erection and produced more pre-come.

My final act for the girls was to pee. It wasn't because they asked me to, but because I had to. I had reported with a partially filled bladder in case they wanted to see me pee again. Now I was giving them a free show. However, the thought of getting dressed, walking to the public restroom with a sandy and erected penis in my shorts and then having to take it out and put it back in through the fly was too painful. Better to do it totally in the nude in front of the girls. It was bad enough that I had to walk home in this condition. I'd have to give some excuse to my mother as to why I was taking a shower and changing clothes in the middle of the day.

I didn't mind the spanking that much, but I really did not want to do it again in the sand. I think the girls had the same idea.

Lucky for me, the weekend was coming and both my ass and my penis could get a rest.

-=o=-

[Monday]

Of all the days of my punishment, I think that this was one of my worst. On this day, the girls made me debase myself in the most humiliating way possible. It wasn't just what they made me do, but the girl the selected to be in charge for the day. Ellen was the youngest and theoretically, the most naive and innocent of the bunch.

Little Ellen was only 8-years old and a second grader. She still played with dolls. It was bad enough to have her present as a spectator in my previous humiliations, but now she was actually going to preside over what until then was the most degrading act the girls ordered me to perform.

I could feel the blood drain from my face as Darlene dictated my sentence. "My Cousin Becky visited us this weekend and I told her about what we've been doing with you. She was very excited and pleased and wished us a lot of luck. She also gave me some great ideas."

The girls seemed to be particularly excited this morning and they kept whispering back and forth to one another. By this time, they had me trained well enough to get undressed for them automatically without even being asked. I was on my knees naked before the seated girls by the time they got comfortably seated. Erections also became automatic. By the time my knees hit the sand my penis was already inflating. As my hands went up to on my head, my penis went up in an equal sign of submission.

Ellen was in the seat of honor but it was Darlene who was whispering in her ear. "I hear that boys," she started with a shaky and uncertain voice, "play with themselves."

That was all I had to hear and my heart sunk! They want me to masturbate for them!

"I ...I want you to," she nearly swallowed the next words herself, "jerk off for me."

At this pronunciation, the other girls broke out in giggling.

I just knelt there in shock.

Darlene nudged Ellen who was getting braver and now ordered me more firmly, "What are you waiting for? Do it!"

Mechanically, my arms dropped from my head. My mind was numbed by the enormity of what was about to happen. I was to perform a boy's most private and sacred act, something I couldn't even admit to my friends that I did, and do it as entertainment and amusement for giggling pre-teen girls.

I took my right hand and wrapped it around my already hard and pulsating member. My left hand cupped my balls and jiggled and tickled them the way I imagined a girl (a girl who was my age and naked too) would do it. I started pumping slowly. I was torn between two emotions: on the one hand I wanted to enjoy this like I always did. On the other hand, I wasn't doing this for my pleasure, I was doing it for the girls' pleasure.

I normally had a fantasy to lock onto. In this case I couldn't get the weight of 8 female eyes on my penis off my mind. The term "performance anxiety" wasn't invented at this time, but that is exactly what I had. I had to come one way or the other. Until I did, Ellen's fantasy would not be fulfilled.

The thought drained the blood from my penis. The more I tried to come, the softer I seemed to get. I had to pull on my penis faster and harder just to keep it up. My arm tired and I had to stop. The girls were disappointed, and I had to gasp out an apology.

"Look at that," Arlene pointed, "It's dripping stuff again. Is that sperm?"

Darlene was slow in responding, "I don't think so. I asked Becky about that and she says sperm is white and it squirts out in spurts. So I think we have to wait until it comes out like that." She sounded unsure of herself.

I was sure that none of these girls had ever seen a boy ejaculate. I wondered how Darlene's cousin Becky knew what to expect. But then again, she was 19 and had probably seen boys do all kinds of things.

I have to admit that the girls were patient and waited until my arm recovered enough to try again. I had never failed to come while jerking off. Now when it really counted, I wasn't able to do it!

Fortunately my arm wasn't the only thing that recovered. My penis, which had gone completely limp, was now reviving. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to imagine every picture of every naked woman in every dirty magazine that I've ever seen. I resumed pounding on my penis.

It stiffened up agreeably and I could finally feel myself moving towards ejaculation. I could hear the girls whispering and tittering in the background. Finally I reached the point of orgasm. My body tensed entirely and I started gasping. I could feel the first pulse fire from the end of my penis to the accompaniment of delighted squeals from the girls.

Pump after pump, pulse after pulse I spewed my semen into the sand under the watchful gaze of the girls. After about a minute, I was spent and fell back on my heels. I finally opened my eyes and looked at the girls. Their faces were red and still full of awe. I looked at the sand, wet with semen, and at Ellen's sneaker which had a gob sitting on the toe. I had shot my load several feet.

Nobody spoke for what seemed like minutes.

I continued to kneel there arms limp at my side, penis slowly deflating.

Judy was the first of us to recover. "Wow, that was really great. I want to see that again!"

Darlene ordered me, "You heard the girl. Do it again."

"I ... I can't," I gasped. "I can't."

"What do you mean, 'You can't.'" Darlene protested.

"I can't do it again for a while. No boy can. A guy has to wait between doing it."

"You better not be shitting me!" Darlene threatened.

"Ask any guy. Ask your cousin!"

That plea seemed to mollify her. "OK, but if I find out that you've been lying."

"No ma'am," I assured her. Then it occurred to me. Since when did a younger girl become "ma'am?"

We agreed to meet the next day at the usual time.

-=o=-

[Tuesday]

I played the games the girls were playing with me over and over in my head every night. Although the acts they made me do were very humiliating, they were also exciting. I got a hard on every time I thought about them. I don't know why my shame should excite me sexually, but it did. It made coming back a little more bearable.

I was once again naked and kneeling before the girls under the boardwalk. My penis bobbing in anticipation of the degradation the girls planned for it for the day.

Judy was in charge today, and it wasn't my penis that she planned to punish today. Instead of kneeling upright to face them, the girls ordered me down on all fours facing away from them. I looked behind me to see Judy pull out a yellow thing from her beach bag. It took a while for my mind to register what is was. It was a rubber dishwashing glove.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.

"None of your business," she replied. "The girls and I discussed this, and you'll find out soon."

Next she pulled out a can of Crisco and opened it dipped her gloved finger into it. The next thing I know, she's smearing it on my ass crack.

"Remember, Becky says to do it slow but firm," Darlene advised.

I could feel Judy's finger at the entrance to my butt hole. She poked at it gently at first, and then increased the pressure. I tightened my ass cheeks in response.

Darlene noticed, gave me a slap on my butt and warned me, "Don't fight it; it will hurt more if you do. Becky says so."

"Becky says so. Becky says so." I was getting tired of hearing "Becky says so." Nonetheless, I tried to relax, and Judy's finger breached the barricade and worked its way into my body.

"Now feel down the front," Darlene said as if she were reading instructions out of a cook book.

I could feel Judy inside me as she probed up to the place behind my penis.

"You're looking for something that will feel like a pea." Darlene directed.

I felt a funny sensation in the pit of my groin as Judy announced, "I feel it."

"OK, rub it," was Darlene's instruction.

There was the uncomfortable feeling of having my rectum stuffed with Judy's finger, but the overall feeling was pleasurable.

The girls apparently knew what to expect, even if I didn't. They gathered around so they could look at my penis as Judy stimulated my prostrate (although I didn't know what it was called at the time, nor did I understand why she was doing this).

The funny sensation in my groin grew until I felt like I was peeing. Instead semen leaked and dripped out of my penis. It was unbelievable! Here I am cumming and I have absolutely no control over it.

I went through this humiliation three more times over the course of over an hour. The girls admitted that although feeling me inside was fun, and making me leak my semen against my will excited them, they liked it when I squirted my semen for them much better.

-=o=-
[Wednesday]

Wednesday was Arlene's day. Once we all got settled in the alcove with me on my knees and penis bobbing pleasingly for the girls. Arlene fished around in her beach bag and brought out a couple of pairs of panties. For a moment, I was afraid that she might want me to wear them.

Instead, she folded one of them into a wad and twirled the other pair around into a band. "Bend you head towards me," she ordered. She placed the wadded panties over my eyes, put the band over these and fastened the banded panties behind my head with a safety pin. The panties made a very effective blindfold; they were balled up and pressed against my eyelids. I couldn't even open my eyes.

What happened next, I could only guess. All I knew it that the girls were moving around. Occasionally they would titter and giggle and whisper to one another.

Next I was ordered to assume an all fours stance again. My asshole puckered at the prospect of another anal penetration but that kind of play was not on the girl's activities list today. Instead I was told to crawl forward towards the chair. I could sense myself getting closer and closer. All of a sudden there was a pair of girls feet on my back and from the angle, she was in front of me.

Whoever it was dug the heels of her sneakers into my back and urged me forward. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward. My face mashed into something soft and fleshy. It then occurred to me where I was: I was face to pussy with one of the girls. I could feel a few fine hairs with my nose. There was an interesting aroma.

"Stick your tongue out and lick," I was ordered. I recognized the owner of the voice. It was Arlene. I stuck out my tongue. Arlene put her hands around my head and guided it to where she wanted it. I could hear her kid sister in the background, "Ewe, that's where you make pee."

I waved my tongue up and down her slit. "Higher," she said and she continued to give me directions until my tongue fell across a little bump. She shuttered but managed to say, "That's it. Lick there. Lick it."

"Did he find your clitty?" Ellen asked.

"Mmmm, mmmph," was all Arlene managed to say. She grabbed my head tighter and pulled me in deeper. I thought I was going to suffocate.

My face was getting wet. It didn't smell like pee. In fact, it tasted rather nice. I guess girls leak when they get excited, just like us boys do. I kept lapping at it when all of a sudden Arlene tensed up. She squeezed her legs shut and nearly took off my head.

We recovered from that and she managed to gasp a weak, "more."

I don't know how long I spent with my head between her legs. We both were sweating by the time I heard one of the other girls say, "Hey save some for us."

I was given a brief rest. The panties blind-fold was sopped with liquid and sweat. I lay on my side in the sand.

Another girl took Arlene's place and once again I crawled forward to greet her. I was expecting much the same a with Arlene, but this girl smelled and tasted a differently. It was Judy. Her clitoris was different from Arlene's: larger and more exposed. I was able to bring her off more rapidly.

The third girl was Ellen. I could tell before she even spoke. I felt smaller legs wrapped around me. She was completely hairless. Also she smelled and tasted uniquely different than the older girls. Although she squirmed appreciatively, she seemed to be more in control of herself.

That left Darlene for last. By this time I knew what to do. I was determined to get her going as fast as I could and get the punishment over with. But Darlene was a determined girl and she aggressively mashed her pussy into my face, grinding it and rubbing it along its entire length.

Finally, even she had enough. I lay on my back in the sand. Some of the girls had recovered enough to comment on my erected penis. "Looks like he had fun too!" Judy said.

"Stay there," an exhausted voice said. I could tell it was Darlene.

I could feel the presence of a girl hovering above me. I was startled to feel a warm splash against my chest. It immediately became apparent that the girl was peeing on me. I had no idea that girls could pee for so long or with so much pee.

Each girl in her turn straddled my body and peed on it. By the time the last girl had finished, I was drenched in piss from head to toe. At least my clothes were still dry.

By the time the blindfold was removed, the girls were once again dressed in their tops, shorts and sneakers. They looked so sweet and innocent, just three pre-teens and a child on their way to the beach.

I rolled in the sand to soak up the urine and put on my clothes. I couldn't go home in this condition. Once free of the girls I ran to the surf and dove in shoes and all before people could notice what was going on. I laid in the sun trying to dry as best as I could.

[Thursday]
Thursday promised to be a pleasant day. It was my last day of humiliation at the hands of these girls. I figured I could live through just about anything for one more session. Once again we met at Judy's house.

I was ordered to strip, and was told that since Ellen's birthday was the following week, the girls were going to have a party for her while I was still available to entertain them. The girls dragged me into Judy's mother's room where they had pulled out her tennis outfit. It was mostly white with pink trim.

"We would really like to dress you up as a maid, but we don't have any clothes like that." Darlene said.

I was told to stand in the middle of the room as the girls acted as chambermaids as they place a bra and panties on me. This was followed by a top and frilly white panties that had pink at the edge of the frills. The very short skirt went over this.

The finishing touches on the outfit were socks that had little pom-poms on the back and some very tight pink and white sneakers.

But the girls were not done with me yet. I was sat upon a stool in front of the dressing table and mirror. There the girls applied makeup to my face. I doubt that they were even allowed to wear makeup themselves. The finally finished the project with one of Judy's mom's blond wigs done up in pig tails held in place with pink bows.

Darlene stood back to admire her handiwork, "There, what a pretty little girl you are."

"Or would be," I thought. Pretty little girls do not have a tent in front of their skirts. The girls giggled at this as I got up. Darlene reached into my panties and pulled out my penis and balls. She hooked the waistband of the panties under my balls. This held the whole assemblage straight out. The skirt was so short that it couldn't adequately cover it. It swished and swayed and rubbed against the head of my penis as I moved about with my penis popping in and out of hiding like a shy mouse out of its hole. The girls giggled at these fleeting glances.

"OK, girls," Darlene announced, "Let's party."

My job was to bring the girls sodas, cake and other snacks and cleaning up. I thought I was getting off rather easy.

Then the doorbell rang! I looked around. Darlene said, "You're the maid. Answer it!"

I was in shock, but a sharp slap across my face broke me out of it. I walked towards the door and pulled the curtain aside to see who was there. There stood Diana, and two of her friends.

Darlene giggled, "Don't just stand there. Let them in."

I opened the door and stood behind it to make sure I could not be seen from the street. The three girls entered. Unlike the younger girls, they filled out their shorts better, and filled out their tops even better than that. My penis which had been erected all along surged to full hardness. It was clearly visible under the skirt.

I closed the door, and the girls turned to look at me. They laughed.

Finally Diana said, "Well sis, you didn't lie, he is cute."

I looked at Darlene. She smiled back, "I told you I would introduce you to my sister. I'm just keeping my promise."

"Thank you, Darlene," her sister responded. Turning to me, but looking at my crotch she said, "You must be Peter. These are Katie and Donna." Bothe girls smiled and said, "hello."

Diana clapped her hands, "OK sis, show me what you've done with him. Don't hold back anything. I want to see it all. Did you really do all the stuff Becky told you?"

Meanwhile Katie and Donna took off their blouses to reveal the bikini tops they were wearing. These were 13-year-old girls, so they still had a ways to go in the development department, but the tops they were wearing showed what they did have nicely. My penis strained so hard against its skin that it ached to just look at them.

Darlene snapped me out of my dream, "Peter, put your hands on your head and twirl around. Show my sister and her friends what you have."

As I swirled around, the skirt flared out showing even more of my pantied behind and completely exposed boy-parts in front.

The new arrivals showed their appreciation with catcalls and whistles. Diana commented, "Cute buns! Nice package."

"What do you want to do first, sis?" Darlene asked.

"I think I'd like to see him a little more naked, if you know what I mean," Diana answered with a wink.

"You heard my sister, take those clothes off," Darlene commanded. Then she immediately changed her tune, "No wait. Stand right there." I froze and stood at attention.

"Let's get some music and make him dance as he takes off his clothes." She suggested. The rest of the girls just loved the idea as they discussed what song I was to do my strip act to.

"You will start dancing when the music starts," Darlene instructed, "and you must finish exactly as the last note sounds. I want a lot of wiggling and jiggling," she added with a giggle.

I considered myself to be a good dancer, but I never danced and took off my clothes at the same time. Fortunately, the girls chose I song I knew well and I could get a sense of timing on how fast to take off the clothes. I am sure it wasn't a pretty sight, but I shed pieces of my outfit more or less in sync with the music. I stepped out of my panties as the last note sounded. The girls applauded. I was left standing there wearing nothing more than makeup and a wig.

"Let's see what's next on the agenda," Darlene announced. "Becky says that boys need time between jerk-offs, so if we want more than one, we'll need to get on that really soon. Get down on your knees in front of the TV and jerk off for us."

Even though there were older girls present, Darlene was still in charge. It was as if her sister wasn't interested in me and was content to watch her younger sister play with me as if she were watching her playing with a favorite doll.

I was keenly aware of the large female audience gathered around me to watch me jerk off. I was determined that I would not choke up like I did the last time. There was no need to worry. I barely touched my penis before I was erupting and spewing my semen everywhere. Even Katie remarked, "I didn't realize it happens so quick!"

"Get some paper towels and clean up your mess," Darlene ordered.

As I made my way to the kitchen, one of the girls grabbed at my ass.

"What's next?" asked Diana.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm up for a good round of spankings," her sister replied.

Round was right. There wasn't a girl-lap that I wasn't draped over. Donna giggled, "I would sure like to do this to my brother!"

The tingling in my ass was accompanied by the tingling in my penis. I don't know why, but the physical sensation of the girls' palms on my butt excited me. The way the clamped my erected penis between their legs thrilled me. At least this time there was no sand to spoil the sensation. I wanted to hump and come, but the constant paddling of my rear end prevented it and I was afraid to do it since I didn't want to insult the girls. I had no idea what they would do if I came in one of their laps.

My sexual excitement did not go unnoticed by the girls. As I got of Ellen's lap (Ellen, being the youngest was usually last to play with me), her sister pointed at my penis and said, "Look at that, girls, he likes it!"

Judy chimed in, "Maybe he can jerk off again." This suggestion was met with a chorus of yeses.

Darlene thought for a second and then directed me, "Move that chair there. Take the stuff off the coffee table and put it there. Move the table here," she said, indicating the middle of the room. "Now get some more paper towels from the kitchen." She was barking orders like a drill sergeant, and I was snapping to like an eager recruit.

When I got back I was ordered to lay down on the coffee table with my legs draped over the edge. This put me in a position so that each girl could get close to my penis. One of them was actually leaning over my body. I looked up to the bikini top that hung Katie's breasts inches above my face. I was afraid I would come without even touching my dick.

I waited for the command to jerk off, and it came when all the girls were ready, comfortably situated in their impromptu "theater in the round."

Having relieved myself only an hour before, I was able to hold on for several minutes. My semen spurted up like water from a fountain. I heard the girls' "oohs" and "ahs." I could feel the hot splashes hitting my stomach. I was feeling dizzy. I always have a post-coital glow, but this was deeper, and longer lasting, it was as if I were on some sort of drug.

The girls backed off and made me get up. Once again I was ordered to clean up my mess.

I had just finished this when Donna got up and headed for the bathroom. "Where are you going?" asked Diana.

"I have to take a wicked piss." was the obvious answer.

"Let's all join you." Diana suggested.

"But why ...," Donna began and then realized what was going on.

Once again a blindfold was fashioned for me, and I was led to the bathroom. The girls carefully guided me into the tub where I reclined. I could hear shuffling and then was hit with a stream of urine ... and then another ... and then a third! The girls were lined up along the tub and were peeing on me at the same time.

A corner of my mind mulled over how odd this was. As a guy, sure, I stood next to other guys in public restrooms at the urinals, but we didn't check out each other's equipment. You sort of minded your own business. You didn't even talk to the other guy even if you knew him. I thought that girls would be more private. I mean they have their own stalls in the girls' room. I don't know about the talking thing though. Whenever I passed the girls room at school there was always a storm of chatter coming through the door.

Yet here were three girls obviously exposing themselves to the other girls and just peeing freely. I don't think I could pee with someone else watching me. In fact, I couldn't pee with someone else watching me. Yet, these girls managed to overcome their inhibitions and do it with a crowd of people watching.

I don't know why I had these thoughts, I should have been concentrating on the humiliation the girls were heaping on me.

Three girls peeing on me all at once. When those three were done, the next group took their place. One of the girls actually got in the tub with me so all of the remaining four girls got their chance. I almost welcomed the opportunity. The first three girls left me wet, and I was beginning to get chilly. The warm piss from the new girls actually felt good.

I was totally soaked from my chest to my toes. There was a pool of urine at my back. Apparently the girls put the pug in. I was laying in a small lake of girl-piss. The made me lay there for a couple of more minutes until one of the girls whisked the blindfold from my eyes. The younger girls were once again fully clothed. Diana and her friends had both the tops and bottoms of their bikini style bathing suits on.

Darlene stood foremost of the band of girls crowded into the bathroom. "I want you to take a shower and be quick about it. And don't get the wig wet, and don't ruin your makeup."

"I don't think we can trust him," Diana said, and got in the tub with me. "Here, put your hands on the bar," she said indicating the rod that held up the shower curtains. She nodded to her friends, "Girls, give me a hand here."

The two other girls crowded into the tub with Diana and me. Diana turned on the water. She grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and rubbed it on my body. The other girls followed suit, and soon I had 6 female hands soaping and lathering my body up. Hands inevitably wound up on my penis and balls, and a finger or two found its way to my ass crack.

"Do me a favor, Darlene. Hand me that razor." Diana turned to one of her friends and said, "Wash his penis off. Get all the soap off of it." This was done with great vigor, and I was hard.

"OK, now hold it out." The girl pinched on the head and pulled it out.

Soon I felt the razor scraping against my pubic hair. Diana had to stop several times to unclog the razor. What came next was even more chilling. She started shaving the hair off my balls. She had the other girl manipulate them in the sack so she could maneuver the razor around them. The whole ordeal might have taken 10 minutes, but my arms were tired by the end.

Judy giggled, "Now he looks just like Billy Clayton," meaning the little boy whose penis she had seen in the first grade.

The girls finished me off with more soap, a rubdown with a scrunchie-like ball, and a final rinse off. The four of us came out of the shower smelling like African Violets if I could believe the label on the bottle.

Drying for me was easier than for the girls. I was totally naked without even a hair below my neck. The girls had on wet bikinis and in the cold of the air conditioning; their nipples were erecting and poking out at their tops.

My penis paid them the respect they were due by standing at most rigid attention. Darlene grabbed it and led me back to the living room. "Who wants to go first?" she asked.

"First at what?" Arlene asked back in return.

"Who wants to be first to have her feet licked?" Darlene giggled back.

Ellen, Judy and Arlene had their hands up in a flash. The older girls just smiled.

"I think we will let out guests have the first shot," Darlene announced. She ushered Katie into the awaiting easy chair. Katie sat down, pulled on the lever, and her feet came up at crotch level (if I were kneeling) or face level (if I was down on all fours).

I didn't mind doing Katie's toes, then Donna's toes, and finally Diana's toes. After all these girls just came from the shower, and their feet were clean. There was a little sand (it was inevitable in the summer in a house a block away from the beach) but there was only the slightest scent of African Violet.

The other girls had their sneakers on. Arlene plopped down in the chair, and got her feet up. She wiggled her besneakered feet and ordered, "Take them off, boy."

I knelt up and made to undo the lace. Diana interrupted, "Wait a minute. Stop!" She took a breath and continued, "Make him do it with his teeth and mouth."

I was able to do the laces with my teeth. I had no idea how to get the shoe off otherwise. Arlene helped by lifting her foot, putting the heel on top of my head and pulling it back. It scraped a little and it took her a couple of tries, but she eventually got it off her heel and let it hang there on her toes. I bit the toe of her sneaker, and pulled it off. It fell out of my mouth with a plop in front of me on the footer of the chair.

"Sniff it!" She ordered, "Sniff it like a dog." The other girls broke out laughing at this and giggled and tittered as I stuck my nose into her sneaker. Eventually Arlene tired of this game and she commanded me to do the other foot before enjoying her foot licking.

The other girls followed in their turns. The girls were getting very comfortable with the routines. They were sitting around chatting and sipping on sodas. One of them pulled up a chair and rested her feet on my back as I was servicing her friend.

Except for my naked body, down on all fours, slurping away on a girl's toes, it looked like the girls could have just been watching something interesting on the TV. I was the source of entertainment instead of the box in the corner of the room.

"Well, now that we got that tongue all warmed up, let's put it to better use," Darlene announced. "But first, how about another jerk off!" She made this announcement as casually as if she had asked me to do a minor favor such as getting a soda out of the refrigerator for her. However, there wasn't so much as a "please" in this request. It was an order barked out pure and simple, and it was expected that it be obeyed. My only response was, "Where do you want me to do it?"

My third ejaculation of the day was accomplished just standing in the middle of the living room with the girls standing around me. The two girls on my side had their arms around my waist and would let their hands slip to fondle by rear end every now and then.

As I was down on my knees for my post-ejaculatory clean up, the girls produced another pair of panties. Once again I was blindfolded. This time one of the girls slipped a belt over my neck and led me around like a dog. I could feel the leash being handed over to another girl who pulled me forward between her legs.

I recognized the smell (or at least I think I did) of Judy. I licked her to a satisfying orgasm as another girl sat on my back.

I held my position as girl after girl took the seat. I could tell the older girls. They had more hair down there, had their own distinct taste, and the shape and size of their clitoris was different.

At last, I was allowed to sit down and recover. When the blindfold was taken off, the girls were redressed. The older girls even had their shorts and tops back on although they were damp from the wet bikinis underneath. I was allowed to go to the bathroom to wash up and pee. Peeing for the girls had become so routine by now that only two of them accompanied me.

I was brought back to the bedroom to have my makeup refreshed and wig straightened out. The outfit was put back on me minus the skirt, so my penis stuck out jauntily from the frilly panties.

I was led back to the living room and was directed to place the coffee table in the corner of the room at an angle. I felt like a condemned prisoner building his own scaffold. Meanwhile a small contingent of girls seemed to be busy giggling away at a project they had going in the kitchen.

Darlene came marching back in with a rope in her hands. She used this to bind my hands behind my back. "Is it ready yet?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Almost," came the reply from the kitchen.

The girls came in from the kitchen bearing a piece of poster board. They stopped to show the other girls who immediately broke out in laughter. Finally they turned it towards me and I was able to read, "Peter Simpson. 555-3438. Will do anything."

They hung the sign over my neck. Diana rummaged through her purse and produced an instant camera. She snapped a picture and the film whirred out in her hand. She waited for the specified amount of time, and then showed the other girls who howled with delight.

I was not delighted. It was clearly me.

Diana took several more pictures with the girls touching, tweaking, pulling and poking me in various places.

Finally she ran out of film and put the camera and pictures in her purse. She flipped her purse over her shoulder. Donna and Katie did the same with theirs. As the trio headed for the door she said to me, "Thank you for taking care of my kid sister's wishes. Now that we have the pictures, I guess you'll have to give her and her friends all the wishes they want."