MR SAUSAGE MAN (CHAPTER 5) We said goodbye to Ernst at school on the last day of term. Some of the class loved him, some hated him. Ernst had another two weeks in the country before he left, and he assured me that he would have me round to see him for the last time before then. It was not until the following Thursday that I heard from him – no doubt the whole family were very busy packing, my parents explained to me - and that was through an invitation that arrived in the post, inviting me to a small farewell party at his house on the Friday evening. I got my parents’ permission and phoned my acceptance. I soon learned that my girlfriend at that time, Saskia by name, was also going, but we didn’t know who else. I have written more about Saskia in another story, as she had as big an impact on my life in those days as Ernst. The party was timed for five o’clock, but I was late. I would have been on time, but when I got on my bicycle to cycle over I discovered it had a puncture. I tried to fix it, but then discovered that the whole tyre had virtually perished and I did not have a spare inner tube, so I would have to walk. I arrived about twenty minutes late. Ernst greeted me at the front door with his usual grin and announced that I was the last to arrive of those he expected to come. He led me through his house to the back, telling me that his parents had given him permission to hold a party, but then decided they didn’t want to be bothered with it themselves and had gone out for the evening, together with his older sister, who was 19. This unfortunately was quite a typical attitude in the small expatriate society in which I grew up, as regular readers of my story will have noted. It was even more typical of Ernst’s parents. I followed Ernst out at the back of his house to find four girls seated around a table near the swimming pool. I was surprised to find there were no boys there, but Ernst told me I was the only one he had wanted to come. Certainly he was not very popular among the boys of the class, although they admired his peculiar talents, and his incident with Nick soon after his arrival had not been forgotten. He was much more popular with the younger boys, who were quite in awe of him, but he disdained to invite any of them to his farewell party. Girls generally seemed to find him Ernst a little more attractive, as he had a quiet smile and could be reasonably charming. He also tended to curb his vulgarities in female company, and boys of our age were generally too young to appreciate sexual behaviour and innuendo as the hormones had not yet started working overtime. While they regarded his language and behaviour with awe, they did not really respect him and want his friendship for that very reason. I was mildly surprised to see Suzanna there. She was a new girl that term, quiet and I thought her rather proud and aloof. I was to learn that evening that it was really only shyness that made her appear that way. I don’t know what her ethnic roots were, but she was definitely of mixed racial stock. She had a light brown skin, an oval face and grey eyes, slightly slanted, with light brown hair that was pulled back over her head and tied behind in two stubby plaits, giving her a high smooth forehead. She was wearing a dress that was yellow and white at the top and brown and white on the skirt. It was longer than was generally fashionable in those days, coming down almost to her knees, and she was sitting with her legs demurely crossed. I had taken very little notice of her before now, perhaps because of a subconscious racial barrier, and did not even know what sort of panties she wore. The other three were perhaps not very reputable girls. They all had reputations for silliness in different ways. Tanya, with light gingerish hair, was pretty plain-looking, with a reddish face and a lot of freckles. She was wearing a rather gaudy pink and green dress. Her full name was Tanya Nichols, and it did not take long after she first arrived before the other kids were annoying her by calling her Tanya Knickers. She specialised in delicate pink, in case you are wondering. Kylie was much prettier, small and dark with a beautiful clear skin on her oval face. She was wearing a white blouse and a tight dark blue miniskirt and looked most attractive. But I was well aware of her less obvious nature. She had been at the school since the second grade, when she achieved fame through her imaginative way of earning extra pocket money. She would charge the boys a sum of money – I forget the amount but it was quite expensive. Then she would sneak off behind the shed or into the bushes with her customer and pull aside her panties to reveal her little vagina. For twice the amount, she would let him play with it. For a further sum, she would urinate for him. She ran quite a business until inevitably she was found out and must have come close to being expelled. I cringe to admit that I was one of her customers, but to see only. This was not long after a first became a naturist. She had grown out of the business by the time Ernst joined the school. Perhaps she had earned enough to retire in luxury. I was never under any illusions about Saskia, even though she was my girlfriend. She had a Dutch mother and was short, slightly plump, and with a very white, freckled face. But her personality and enjoyment of life shone through to make her look really attractive and sexually alluring. She had a flawed character, though, and I enlarged on that when I wrote about all the adventures we had together, in `The Temptress’. She was wearing a short sky-blue dress and leaning back in her chair, legs apart to reveal quite an expanse of shiny white panties, laughing loudly. Saskia was frequently laughing, far too frequently to be sensible often, but this time she was even sillier about it than usual. She looked at me, face bright pink from all the laughter – or so I thought at first – and burst out laughing again. “Roy, we thought you weren’t coming,” she laughed. “We thought you’d got lost.” And she went off into high-pitched peals of laughter again. I soon found out what was causing it. Ernst went over to some bottles on the table, where there were also some snacks to eat. “We’re drinking champagne,” he announced proudly. “Come and have some.” “Champagne?” I queried. “Did your dad give that to you for the party?” “He’ll never miss it,” Ernst replied confidently, pouring out a large glass for me. Saskia stopped her laughter for long enough to pick up her glass, half-full, and empty it down her throat before holding it out for Ernst to refill, which he did. “Saskia, you’re getting drunk,” I suddenly realised. “Drunk?” she squealed. “He thinks I’m drunk!” She leaned back, spread her legs wider and positively howled with laughter. “Ernsh - sht, Roy thick – thinks I’m drunk.” “Don’t give her any more when she’s like this,” I warned Ernst. “She’s crazy enough when she’s sober.” “It doesn’t matter tonight – we’ve got plenty,” boasted Ernst. “We can all have as much as we want. Drink up.” He took another few gulps himself. I sat down next to Saskia, still giggling away non-stop, slumped back in her chair with legs apart, carelessly displaying any amount of panties to the world. I sipped the champagne less than eagerly. I had never really enjoyed the small bits of champagne I had had in the past, and only consented to drink this for show. I noticed Tanya was also well into the champagne, although Kylie was taking it a bit more sensibly. Suzanna was holding her glass in her hand, almost full, but not drinking from it. Saskia took another drink, slopping champagne down her chin and the front of her dress. Giggling, she lifted the hem of her dress to wipe her chin. “Saskia, you naughty girl, you’re showing everybody your panties,” giggled Tanya, who was also showing the effects of her champagne. “I don’t care,” tittered Saskia. “Roy likes them, anyway. He sees them all the time. He’s even poked me, you know.” The other girls squealed and stared at the two of us in disbelief. It was not strictly true that I had had sex with Saskia, but I didn’t want to deny it. But I thought I had better change the subject, so I said, “I’m hot. Let’s go for a swim, everybody.” “Ooh, yes!” squealed the girls in agreement. “Ah, let’s have a bit more to eat and drink first,” said Ernst, but the girls were not to be denied. The weather was humid and I can only guess that it was the excitement of the champagne that had stopped them from using the pool already. “I can’t wait for my swim,” burbled Saskia, standing up and beginning to unbutton her dress at the front as quickly as she could. Suzanna also stood up, mouth open in surprise at Saskia’s behaviour, but I was most impressed with Suzanna’s lovely slim figure. Her dress emphasized the smooth shape of her body very clearly but also modestly. There was just a slight undulation at chest level, and the dress ran smoothly down over her flat stomach at the front and narrow little bottom at the back, with just a small line to show where her panties started. Saskia had gone far enough to expose her belly button and the waistline of her panties when the other girls began to protest. “Stop it, Saskia, you can’t change here,” scolded Kylie, grabbing her hands. “Ernst, where can we change?” “We can change here if you like,” replied Ernst, starting to pull off his shirt. “Saskia, I don’t mind.” He had a calculating look on his face so I could tell this was what he hoped for. Had he planned to get the girls drunk enough to expose themselves to his leering gaze? “No ways!” squealed Kylie, in some indignation, while Saskia and Tanya burst into peals of silly laughter. “Girls want to change in private, you know, without boys looking at their pussies all the time. Ernst, where can we go?” Ernst looked disappointed, but he shrugged and pointed to a rather dilapidated wooden shed at the far end of the pool. “That’s the changing room,” he said. Taking Saskia with them, her unbuttoned dress almost falling off her shoulders, the girls picked up their bags and headed for the changing room. “You should have waited,” Ernst complained to me. “If we can get them to drink some more champagne, we might all be able to swim naked!” So I was right. His eyes lit up with lust. “Anyway, we can look at them through the holes in the walls.” He pointed at the changing room. So those were his plans. Perverted as I was at that time with Ernst’s influence, I thrilled with excitement and regretted it had not occurred to me. I had no time to respond, though, as the girls, who had just entered the changing room, came out again almost immediately. “There are holes in those walls,” protested Suzanna. “It doesn’t matter,” shrugged Ernst. “Yes, it does,” retorted Kylie, taking the lead again. “Ernst, we want to change in the house, please.” Without waiting for a reply, she led the others towards the back door. “Aw, shit!” grumbled Ernst, displaying the development of his use of Anglo-Saxon. “You should have waited till they had drunk a bit more, Roy.” His eyes gleamed. “Saskia was very nearly going to strip!” “I didn’t know what you wanted to do,” I protested. “You should have told me.” “Did you really poke her?” Ernst asked me excitedly, still talking about Saskia. I hesitated, and nodded my head unconvincingly. “Wow!” exclaimed Ernst enviously. “Was it good?” Again I nodded. “Wow!” he said again. “I want to poke somebody sometime.” His eyes gleamed disturbingly. I still feel guilty that it may have been this conversation that helped to provoke what happened later. I felt uncomfortable at the time, and responded with, “Let’s get changed. You don’t want the girls coming out and seeing Superknob!” “They can see it later, but only if I can see theirs,” replied Ernst as we began to change into our swimming costumes beside the pool. In the two years during which I knew him, Ernst’s penis had grown even more, in length and breadth. It resembled a small tree trunk and it was now getting a solid coating of light brown pubic hair at the base. It bounced up and down as usual as he put on his swimming costume. It was not the costume that had caused trouble at his first swimming lesson at the school, as he could no longer fit into that at all, but another one, bikini type, that showed the outline of his genitals clearly and had to be stretched to cover his penis at the top. When we had changed, we did not wait for the girls but plunged into the pool. They took a long time, as girls so often do, especially when they change together, and it must have been the best part of ten minutes before we finally saw them emerge from the house, still giggling with the champagne. By then we had used up all our excess energy and were sitting on opposite sides of the pool, facing each other. They were wearing bikinis, Suzanna’s a bit more modest than the others. Kylie and Tanya wore very small bikinis, just enough to cover the essentials. They wriggled and they giggled as they walked towards us, enjoying the exposure of greater areas of their bodies while also being very self-conscious about it. Behind them came Saskia, who was wearing a one-piece costume. That is to say, a bikini bottom without a top. Girls in this country usually swim like that before puberty, but among the English community bikini tops are considered desirable from the age of about eight upwards. We were now eleven, but there wasn’t too much to object to, as Saskia only had tiny lumps with nipples on the end at her stage of development. Still, there were those who would object, so it was unusual. She was giggling away as she joined us. They carried their bags with them, and as they passed me to put them by the table, Kylie leaned over and whispered to me, “We were watching you two changing through the window!” “I don’t mind,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. I thought back quickly. I had been facing the house, while Ernst was facing me. Therefore they saw me from the front, but no doubt could make out little detail from that distance, especially as the sun was now setting. It was probably a good thing that they had only seen Ernst from the back, though. Superknob was not something I would advise for any young maiden, whether innocent or not. Nick said once, “It’s dangling pornography.” I didn’t agree – the pornography came with the way he used it - but it was enough to startle any boy, let alone a girl. We had a good swim, and the cool water seemed to sober up the girls a bit, no doubt to Ernst’s disappointment. Our activity consisted mainly of the boys catching the girls, who of course indulged in a great deal of squealing and screaming, as they always do when pretending to dislike something they like, and throwing them in the pool. It’s always a lovely feeling to hold on to a slippery wet female body, preferably a naked one, and these weren’t far off. Saskia as usual wanted the most attention, and she would surreptitiously feel my penis under my costume when I grabbed her. After perhaps twenty minutes the girls, as if by mutual agreement, got out of the pool. We all sat on the edge and talked for two or three minutes, then Tanya said, “I want some more of that champagne. Come on, girls, let’s get changed.” I had been formulating one of my cunning plans, and now was the time to put it into operation. I suggested as casually as I could, “I don’t know why you girls bother to change inside when you can so easily change under your dresses. But I want a bit more of a swim first.” Just as Saskia was saying that I had a good idea, I slipped into the water and put my words into action by swimming across to the other side. I held on to the edge and turned to see the girls collecting their bags and opening them, obviously preparing to follow my suggestion, except for Suzanna, who seemed to be encouraging the others to go inside the house. I turned and swam back. I still remembered the lesson I had learned with Alison, as related in `When I was Young’. I held on to the wall and looked up. I was at about ankle height to the girls. I continued with my plan. “Saskia, did I tell you the story about the Barney Marocci concert I went to?” I asked her. This grabbed the immediate attention of all the girls, as Barney Marocci was the leading pop star and idol of the country at the moment, and all the girls were passionately fascinated by him, even those of the English-speaking community. I knew many of them had posters of him on their bedroom walls, owned books of Barney Marocci photographs and some even had his autograph. But to go to a Barney Marocci concert was very rare for those as young as we were. I was lying, as I had never been to one, but I knew an older girl at our naturist club who had, and so could talk convincingly about one. The girls all squealed and I had their rapt attention. They dropped their bags and scuttled towards me, surrounding me at the edge of the pool. “What was it like?” demanded Kylie excitedly. I pretended to look surprised. “Well, I’ll just tell you after you get changed, because it’ll take quite a while,” I said. “You can tell us while we’re changing,” Saskia replied, grabbing her bag and pulling out her clothes. The others swooped to do the same, and my plan was working more brilliantly than I had dared to hope. (To be continued) MR SAUSAGE MAN (CHAPTER 6) I began my story slowly by describing the (imaginary) crowded scene outside the stadium, while Saskia led the way with the changing of clothes. She normally stripped off in my presence quite happily, but this time put her dress on over her head first just to appease the other girls, and also because Ernst’s interest was not very well disguised. Then, without even bothering to do up her buttons, she slipped down her bikini bottoms. Of course, from ankle height, as soon as she stepped out of them I could see her plump little white vagina up her dress. It was even more evident as she dried under her crotch with her towel, holding her skirt up as she did so, deliberately giving me a magnificent view. The other girls, rather shy in my presence but too fascinated, as I had intended, to go somewhere more private, were rather slower. I continued telling my story with remarkable fluency, considering that I was also keeping an eye on Tanya and Kylie. Tanya put on her dress, then reached inside and pulled off her bikini top. I had a glimpse of her little breasts, almost flat, before she buttoned up her dress. Kylie, on the other hand, put on her blouse and reached under it to pull down her bikini top, so I could see nothing. Then she put on her skirt. Then came the exciting bit. At almost the same time, they slipped their hands up their skirts and pulled down their bikini bottoms. I couldn’t see much of Tanya at this stage but Kylie’s tighter skirt moved up with her legs as she stepped out of her bikini, and I could clearly see her tight little vagina, cute and tiny like a six-year-old’s, just like the day when I had spent my hard-earned cash at her peep show about three years earlier. It hadn’t grown much since then. I had a better view of Tanya when she finished drying herself with her towel under her dress and pulled it away, for her skirt to pull up momentarily and then flop down again, but not quite quickly enough. I had the briefest of glimpses of a wide, deep vagina surrounded by pink flesh. Then she stepped into her pink panties and pulled them up. Kylie was much more careful in drying herself, bending forward so as to get her towel right underneath as she rubbed her pubic area. She dropped the towel by her feet and then put on her panties, plain and white, soft and smooth. With her legs still damp, she had a little trouble pulling them up. She got them almost to the top of her thighs and then pulled at her skirt to make them go more easily. I had another quick glimpse. Suzanna was rather disappointing. Her brown and white skirt was loose and the folds hung down as she stepped out of her bikini, so I could see nothing. She dried herself carefully, well covered by her longer skirt. Then she moved back a little shyly as she took her cream-coloured panties, with a little edging of lace, out of her bag and slipped into them quickly, almost hidden behind Tanya as she did so. Tanya moved at the last moment, and I just caught a glimpse of the crease at the bottom of Suzanna’s curved bottom, if that makes sense, through her legs and could see no more detail. Ernst in the meantime had been behind the girls, and they completely ignored him as they were so enraptured by my story. He was not too keen on the girls seeing his penis yet unless there was to be an exchange in kind, and he put on his shirt before removing his swimming costume. His penis dangled down below his shirt, but the girls were giving their full attention to me. He slipped on his shorts and then, as the girls began drying themselves and putting on panties, he sat down behind them and tried to look up their skirts at the back as they did so. An occasional glance at his face showed that he was seeing some interesting sights, but not all he was hoping for. As soon as all the panties were on, I said, “Well, I’d better get out,” and hopped out of the pool. I continued telling the story as I peeled off my swimming costume, showing willing and hoping the girls would respond to my nudity in kind, as I have found they so often do. As I pulled the costume down and my penis made its first appearance of the evening, Tanya gave a squeal and a giggle, clasping her hand to her mouth. I heard gasps from Kylie and Suzanna, but Saskia was quite unmoved, as she had seen it all before. She was very interested in seeing the reaction of the other girls. Looking at Kylie, I saw her staring at my penis, mouth open, as if she couldn’t take her eyes off it. In situations like this, when they feel rather embarrassed, somebody always has to say something stupid and Tanya duly obliged. She interrupted me to say in a silly giggly voice, “Oh, Roy, do you like girls seeing your peeny?” I was quite surprised when Kylie turned on her and told her sharply to shut up. I finished dressing and we followed Ernst back to the table, as I completed my imaginary story. “You were so, so lucky,” was the comment I had from the girls, completely taken in by my imaginative account of the concert. “Have some more champagne, everybody,” Ernst encouraged us all, taking a good drink himself. “Come on, Roy, you haven’t had much.” He refilled all our glasses, and I felt I could hardly refuse. Ernst started up a music tape, which was soon blaring away. “Let’s dance, everybody,” suggested Kylie, getting up and beginning to sway to the music. Tanya quickly joined her, much more energetically, leaping around, swirling the hem of her dress and lifting it as she danced to reveal those pink panties. A particularly high swing saw her reveal herself up to her navel. “No wonder they call you Tanya Knickers,” giggled Kylie, swinging her skirt vigorously from side to side as she danced, and occasionally giving a flash of her white panties. I saw Ernst watching lasciviously, his tongue almost drooling. Saskia was by now well away with the champagne once again. She plucked a sausage on a stick from the table, pulled out the stick and lifted her skirt. She stuck the sausage into her panties, with the end sticking out and walked around, giggling, “This is Ernst, everyone. I’m Mr Sausage Man!” “Ernst’s is much bigger than that,” Tanya informed her scornfully. “Haven’t you seen the thing bulging inside his swimming costume?” “Do you want me to show you?” threatened Ernst, beginning to undo his shorts. There was a concerted scream from the girls and he stopped, grinning rudely. Saskia was drinking some more champagne, giggling away again, putting her feet up on the table and again exhibiting her panties. “Saskia, you naughty girl, you’re showing your panties again,” squealed Tanya, throwing herself back into her chair. She was also beginning to show signs of too much drink and completely ignoring the fact that she had been revealing her own underwear very freely. “Very nice,” grinned Ernst, ogling Saskia, which made her glow visibly with pleasure and pull up her skirt to her waist at the front to encourage him, giggling non-stop. “Stop it, rude Saskia,” scolded Tanya, staggering to her feet and trying to pull Saskia’s skirt down at the front. Saskia squealed and grabbed at Tanya’s dress. >From behind, Kylie, grinning broadly, lifted the back of Tanya’s dress to reveal her pink panties right up to the waistline and squealed, “Oooooh! Tanya, you can’t talk about Saskia, look at yours! Pinky-winky panties!” “You’re doing that,” giggled Tanya, pulling her dress down again and trying to gather it all about her knees. Kylie found a loose piece of skirt and pulled, the panties coming into view again. Tanya squealed with laughter and didn’t try to fight back, apart from holding her dress down. Kylie danced around her like a dervish, making grabs at her dress and pulling it up whenever she could, and I suspect Tanya let her do it a lot of the time. In the end Tanya fell over on to her back, still giggling, and curled up in a little ball. Kylie reached down, hauled up her dress at the back and then pulled at her panties. To louder squeals of delight from Tanya, her pink bottom came into view. Tanya rolled over and staggered to her feet. “I’ll get you for this, Kylie,” she spurted out through fits of hysterical laughter. Kylie, still laughing, leapt for the nearest tree and scrambled up, her soft white panties making their appearance under her skirt as she did so. She sat astride the main fork of the tree, one leg each side and the crotch of those panties again in full view under her short skirt. “I’ll kick your head in if you come near me,” she threatened laughingly, swinging her legs. “I’ll get you when you come down,” spluttered Tanya. Ernst had kept close by, getting the best view he could of the two girls’ panties. He did not try to hide his interest, and it seemed the champagne was already exciting those darker passions that hardly needed exciting. Now he said, “I’m coming to get you, Kylie,” and stepped forward. He reached up his hand, slipped it up Kylie’s skirt and felt at her panties, and no doubt what lay underneath as well, with a rude chuckle. Kylie gave a squeal of delight and almost fell over backwards before slapping him in fun. “Ernst!” came Suzanna’s quiet voice in shocked protest. “We’ll tell if you do that to a girl.” Ernst suddenly turned on her viciously. “You’ll tell!” he shouted at her. “I asked you to come because I wanted some fun but you’re doing nothing!” He grabbed the bottle and splashed more champagne into Suzanna’s glass. “Now drink up like the rest of us!” Quite abashed, Suzanna took the glass and drank obediently and fearfully, her lovely grey eyes filled with tears. Saskia gave another loud giggle and clutched at her crotch. Her skirt was still up and I could see the creases in her panties as her fingers squeezed them. Then she said in a rather slurred voice, through her giggles, “Ooh, I need a piss so badly. Ernst, I’m just going to use your toilet.” She staggered to her feet and began to move in ungainly fashion towards the house. “No, the toilet is outside tonight,” shouted Ernst, running over and blocking her way. He was now clearly showing the effects of the champagne himself. “Nobody goes in the house. This is the – the pissery – out here!” Saskia doubled over, hands clasped to her crotch. “Come on, Ernst, I’ve got to go – real bad,” she giggled. “I’m going to wee in my panties if you don’t let me.” Ernst spun her round and tried to push her back to the table. “No, you do it out here if you have to,” he shouted, sounding quite drunk this time. “Nobody goes inside.” Saskia gave a long squeal and her eyes bulged as she looked up in horror. Then she giggled again and said, “Ernst, you prick, you’ve just made me wet my panties!” She crouched on the ground, holding herself tightly between the legs and laughing helplessly. Ernst hooted with laughter too. Then Saskia said, “Now I’ll have to go out here, you brute. Bring your foot here so I can piss on it.” Unable to wait any longer, she pulled aside her panties and gave a long “Oooooh!” of relief as the urine spurted out on to the grass. Tanya and Kylie shrieked with laughter. At that moment I saw Suzanna quickly sneak off into the bushes. I stared at her but decided not to stop her. “Look at me now!” squealed Saskia, standing up and laughing almost non-stop as she lifted her skirt to show a large wet patch on the front of her panties. “Take them off, then!” hooted Ernst. But Saskia was not that far gone – not yet – and she just giggled and aimed a slap at him. He dodged away and she chased after him, running rather unsteadily. “Let’s play catch!” shouted Kylie at the top of her voice. “Saskia’s chaser!” And she took off into the twilight after the other two. It was not much of a game for a while as Saskia was the most inebriated of us and hardly in a fit state to run around much. She kept falling over, screaming with laughter, and taking her time getting up again. In the end I allowed her to catch me, and then caught Tanya. After about five minutes Ernst suddenly called out, “Stop! Half-time! We have a two-minute break!” Panting for breath, we staggered back to the table and some of us had some more champagne. Ernst had a reason for his call for a break. The rest of us were flopped down on the ground or in the chairs when we heard a splashing of liquid behind us. We turned round to see Ernst, his back to us, with his German shorts around his thighs, his bottom visible and urinating at an innocent tree. He had tight legs to his shorts and with a penis his size it would not be easy to pull it out that route. There were some loud female shrieks of shocked laughter, although probably not from Suzanna, who had quietly reappeared during the game. She was so different from the other girls that I wondered what a nice girl like her was doing here. “What’s all the laughing about?” came Ernst’s aggrieved voice. “Can’t a guy just have a peace in piss – a piss . . .” Half-drunk, he was getting his words mixed up. “You just look so funny with your bare bum sticking out,” giggled Tanya. She took a fork from the table, reached over and jabbed him gently in the bottom with it. “Hey, stop that!” yelled Ernst, whirling around, with his penis still sticking out and dripping urine. There were even louder female shrieks as they saw his long bloated penis clearly now, and he quickly turned round again to finish the job. “It’s Superknob!” screeched Tanya, doubled over with laughter. “Mr Sausage Man! He’s shown us his sausage!” Ernst’s reputation had inevitably reached the ears of the girls in our class, although it wasn’t mentioned in polite circles. “No, it’s a snake!” cackled Saskia. “Quickly, Roy, kill it before – before it bit’sh us!” “Pisses on us, more likely!” squealed Kylie. “Tanya, remember what Little Red Riding Hood said. ‘Oh, Grandma, what a big porky you’ve got!’“ “Shut up!” snapped Ernst, turning round again and snapping at them. It had no doubt been his programme to exhibit his most unforgettable asset at some time during the evening, but in a less painful way. “Let me finish.” He farted loudly, causing screams and bawdy laughter from the girls. “Whew, I’m so hot!” gasped Saskia, mopping her forehead. She was sweating a lot, with all that champagne contributing, no doubt. “I’m going to take my dress off to play,” she giggled, and began to unbutton herself. There were murmurs of disapproval from the other girls, but I pre-empted them by saying, “That’s a great idea. So will I.” I had not drunk much, but I decided to throw caution to the winds and enter into the spirit that Ernst wanted injected into his party. I quickly ripped off my shirt and shorts, standing there in my white underpants. In fact, due to my lifetime at the naturist camp, I felt more sexually aroused to do things in my underpants than I did naked. I didn’t think the girls were quite ready for nudity yet. “Let’s all play like this,” I suggested. “Come on, girls, it’s fun,” Saskia encouraged the others. “You’ve got wet panties,” she burst into giggles again, “I mean, I’ve got – my panties are all wet – hee-hee – because Roy – I mean Ernst – made me piss in them, and I’m doing it, so you can. Come on, Suzanna, you as well, because you’re too stuck-up and shy.” Tanya and Kylie looked at each other and then decided to take advantage of poor Suzanna. “Come on, Suzanna, do it with us,” they said aggressively as they began to unbutton themselves. “Yes, come on, Suzanna,” Ernst taunted her, as he pulled down his shorts and stood there in his severe white German underpants, bulging noticeably at the front. “Let’s see what you look like underneath.” Suzanna looked most frightened and uncomfortable, but she shakily began to unbutton her dress, fingers trembling, cowed into compliance. She was looking a little the worse for wear, although she hadn’t drunk much champagne. Neither had I, but I must confess to feeling a bit light-headed, with a craving for acting silly. Nowadays I would have come to Suzanna’s rescue, but I still hadn’t learned the lesson that was to jolt me before that evening was over. Tanya, in pink panties, and Kylie, in soft white, stood looking at each other and giggling. Tanya had tiny round bulges for breasts that were just starting to grow, a little ahead of Kylie, who just had two little nipples that stuck up from her chest. They touched each other on the nipples, then hugged each other, laughing at their own daring. “Let’s help Suzanna undress, since she’s so slow,” giggled Tanya, and they turned their attention to her again. “I’m ready,” came Suzanna’s trembling voice, as she slipped her dress down her legs and stood there in her attractive cream-coloured panties, with a little edging of lace around the legs. She had a lovely slender body, which I had noticed at the pool, and I could see she had sweet little pointed breasts just beginning to grow. Then she picked up her dress and started folding it neatly, held close to her body as she tried shyly to hide as much of it as she could. “Right, I’m It now!” growled Ernst, back to his good humour and crouching as if ready to spring on us. “I’m counting to five. One . . two . . .” We fled, the girls squealing as usual. Then Tanya, as she reached the trees, stopped, bent and stuck her bottom out towards Ernst, shouting, “Can’t catch me, Ernst. Yah!” As she did so, she pulled her pink panties down to expose an equally pink bottom and stuck her tongue out, pulling a ‘raspberry’ at him. Ernst was already running towards her, eyes flashing with lust. I felt an incompatible mixture of disquiet and anticipation, wondering just how far he would go. It was both thrilling and frightening. He shouted out, “I’ll catch your bum, I’ll catch it with this!” So saying, he pulled down his underpants at the front and hung his penis over the top. There were of course more loud squeals from the girls, who fled in greater panic this time, at the sight of Ernst racing towards them with this grotesque object sticking out in front and waving madly up and down. (To be continued) MR SAUSAGE MAN (CHAPTER 7) I knew Ernst would far rather catch the girls than me, so I watched, with curiosity and laughing quietly myself, as he chased them in and out of the trees, his half-stiff penis bouncing comically as he did so. As he plunged into some bushes, chasing Tanya still, I saw Suzanna running in my direction, desperately trying to keep Ernst from seeing her. She looked at me with her grey eyes wide open. “Roy, I’m so frightened,” she sobbed as she tried to hide herself behind a nearby bush. “Help me – please!” I don’t remember her ever speaking to me before, or me to her, but she was clearly quite desperate for somebody, anybody, to help her and protect her from what she feared. Nowadays I love to play the role of protector, but at this stage I was too caught up in the exciting world of forbidden rather than natural nudity and didn’t want to do anything that might stem the flow of events. It was both exciting and hilariously funny to me to see my half-dressed friends tearing around, half-drunk and making fools of themselves, especially when a sexual element came into it as well. So I just laughed at Suzanna thoughtlessly and said, “Come on, join the fun. Look at mine.” And I pulled down the front of my underpants to show her my penis, smaller than Ernst’s but just beginning to grow. I thought I heard a sob from her, and then I heard as well as saw Tanya racing in my direction, with Ernst right after her. She was squealing and giggling, certainly enjoying the fun. She threw herself at me with her arms round my neck, shouting amid laughter, “Save me, Roy! Superknob is catching me! With his sausage! Hee hee hee!” I just had time to feel her hot, sticky body against mine and the feel of her nylon panties against my stomach when Ernst landed on top of us. I went flying over backwards and Tanya screamed, laughed and screamed again as Ernst pinned her to the ground. Fortunately the grass was thick and soft so we were not hurt. Tanya was lying flat on her back, still laughing and screaming, while Ernst, on his knees, pinned her to the ground by her shoulders, his penis still hanging over the top of his underpants and dangling down in a semi-circular shape now as it grew softer until it almost touched her stomach. If I was at all worried that Tanya wasn’t enjoying this, I soon lost my fears as she reached her hands up to grab his penis with both hands. “Ding dong!” she cackled as she pulled it. “Ring the bells at the top. The *balls* at the top . . .” Her own joke made her howl with laughter. “Ooh, it feels all – all knobbly!” “Now for your punishment you must kiss it!” insisted Ernst, moving his position until his penis was dangling down by her chin. “No!” howled Tanya, and instead tried to spit on it. I don’t think she managed, but I could see the spittle dripping down her cheek. “You spit, will you?” bellowed Ernst. He was still having what he classed as fun. “All right, then, this is your punishment.” So saying, he got to his feet, reached down, grabbed Tanya’s panties at the crotch and dragged them off, down her legs and over her feet. Tanya lay on her back, laughing and kicking, quite naked now. In the twilight, which was aided by little lighted lamps around the garden, I could see her long curved vagina, opening up as she tried to kick Ernst as he ran away. There were screams of mingled shock and delight from Kylie, who backed away with one hand to her mouth and the other to the crotch of her own soft white panties, as if to prevent them from disappearing. Ernst ripped off his own underpants, which were just getting in the way, and waved Tanya’s panties at her with his other hand. “You’re chaser now!” he mocked her. “Come and catch me, and you can have these back.” “I’ll catch you!” shouted back Tanya, staggering to her feet and running after Ernst. He ran away, still waving her panties around his head. Tanya, naked, kept chasing him, and then suddenly Ernst saw Kylie, watching them and laughing, and turned in her direction. No doubt afraid that she too might be stripped, which was a real possibility, she screamed in genuine fear this time and ran past me, shouting, “No! No, Ernst! Ernst, let’s have another swim now!” She headed straight for the pool, while Ernst stumbled, which slowed him down. I had already had the idea that the way things were progressing, another swim might result in universal nudity. So I called out, “Yes, let’s have another swim. Let’s go!” I chased after Kylie and she screamed again, thinking I was coming to strip her. She plunged straight into the pool, still wearing her panties. “Come on, everybody, let’s swim!” I shouted, ripping off my underpants and leaping in. Ernst followed me in with a big splash, still holding his and Tanya’s underwear. Saskia, who had done little during the last few minutes apart from giggle, stagger about and fall over, came running towards the pool and promptly fell over again. On the ground, she hauled off her panties and crashed into the pool. Close behind her was Tanya, who leapt in almost on top of Ernst and tried to grab her panties back. He let go and they sank under water, to more laughter from all three girls. “Come on, Kylie, you’re not allowed in the pool with your panties on!” shouted Tanya, splashing in ungainly fashion towards her friend. “All right, all right, they’re off,” responded Kylie, tossing something wet and white on to the side of the pool, obviously deciding it was a losing battle to keep her modesty. We splashed around for a few seconds, enjoying the cool of the water, when Tanya suddenly shouted, “Where’s Suzanna? She’s hiding again! Suzanna, where are you?” “Let’s find her and strip her off!” roared Ernst excitedly, clambering out of the pool and running out on to the lawn, dripping water. At that moment I saw Suzanna cowering in the shadows of a tree about twenty metres away, looking desperately around for better cover. Ernst, in looking for her, fortunately started off in the wrong direction, and she scuttled round in a semi-circle to avoid him before he saw her. “There she is!” shouted Kylie, pointing, as the movement caught her eye. “No, no! I’m coming!” gasped Suzanna, looking over her shoulder towards Ernst, who was still blundering about in the wrong direction. As quickly as she could, before he came back, she slipped off her panties and slid into the pool, panting for breath and giving an occasional noise that sounded like a hiccup but was probably a sob. One look at her wide eyes and open mouth showed she was quite terrified, but I confess to my shame I felt no sympathy at that moment. My only feeling was one of frustration that I hadn’t had a glimpse of her vagina, as the lust, fuelled by champagne, took control of me. I swam over to her and encouraged her again to join in the fun, with ulterior motives I must confess. I wasn’t trying to comfort her so much as to get a better view of her lovely smooth light-brown body in the lights of the pool. I could see a glimpse of her pretty little pointed breasts at water level, but nothing more than the vague shape of her light brown body lower down. We did not stay in the water long, as we were fast running out of energy. Saskia, Tanya and Kylie soon dragged themselves out of the water and sat on the side of the pool, feet and ankles still hanging in the water. Ernst and I, of the same mind, swam over and stood in the water in front of them, making conversation and laughing and joking with them, while all the while we were feasting our eyes on their vaginas. Kylie sat with her legs close together and hands modestly folded in her lap, obstructing our view. She had grown a little more inhibited since her second-grade year, even when half-drunk. Saskia and Tanya were less self-conscious. Tanya leaned back, propped up by her arms, as she talked and, mostly, giggled with us, the top of her vagina just visible. Saskia sat there with her legs slightly open. Then, in the middle of the conversation, she pulled one leg out of the water and started examining a cut on her big toe. This pulled her legs well apart, revealing her plump, fleshy vagina in all its glory, gleaming wet in the lamplight, the slit seeming to extend all the way through the pink loose skin underneath to meet up with the crack of her bottom. Although I had seen this sight before in my dealings with my shameless girlfriend, the bit of champagne I had seemed to have fired me up. My bladder felt as if it was bursting, and I must have spurted a bottle-full of fluid into that pool water. No doubt Ernst did the same, as I heard him gasping for breath as he manoeuvred himself into a position where he could gain a better view. I presume Tanya and Kylie must have urinated in the pool, since they did it nowhere else that evening as far as I was aware, despite all the champagne. But Suzanna’s modesty was what tempted me the most, and I kept an eye on her while everybody else seemed to have forgotten about her. She was huddled in the far corner of the pool, at the shallow end, no doubt crying quietly. I kept a lustful eye on her. Kylie was the first to make a move. She suddenly lifted her legs out of the pool, placed her heels on the side and pushed herself to her feet, saying, “I want some more champagne.” I was just in time to see her tiny little vagina between her legs, again the slit seeming to reach underneath round to her bottom. A stifled gasp from next to me showed that Ernst had seen it too. As Kylie started to slip her clothes on again, her back to us, Saskia and Tanya also stood up and went over to their clothes. Saskia especially seemed most unsteady. “I’m not putting my panties on,” she burbled. “They’re too wet.” She giggled at Tanya and Kylie. “Your panties are even wetter! Let’s all go without panties.” “We can’t do that,” giggled Kylie. “The boys will see our pussies. Mine are all wet.” She struggled into them, giving flashes of her bottom as she did so. Tanya, who had somehow recovered hers from Ernst, did likewise. Suzanna took her chance to slip out of the pool at the far end, and I could see her long slender back and smooth bare bottom as she did so. She came round the corner of the pool to her clothes, arms hunched and folded hands down in front of her, covering her vagina, as if she was cold. I think Ernst wanted to say something to her, but Tanya was talking to him about something in a loud, silly way. As Ernst and I watched, Suzanna crouched down with her clothes and, still in that position, gave herself a cursory rub dry and slipped her dress on over her head, still successfully hiding her vagina from her view. Then she hurriedly put on her panties underneath. “Hey, this is no-panties night!” Ernst shouted at her, quite aggressively. “Take them off!” Suzanna looked at him pleadingly. “Ernst, I’m not feeling well,” she said plaintively. “Please could I use your phone and ask my dad to come and get me.” Official end-of-party was still almost two hours away. Probably under the influence of champagne, Ernst exploded. “No, you don’t use the bloody phone!” he shouted at her, while she cringed, eyes full of fear. “You stay here and enjoy yourself like everybody else! Get pissed!” The other girls giggled, but they backed away a bit and looked at Ernst with big eyes. I could tell they were quite scared of Ernst’s anger, and I wasn’t at all comfortable myself. “Come and have some more champagne,” Ernst ordered everybody, apparently forgetting about Suzanna’s panties and leading the way to the table, still naked and his penis dangling low before him. He bent down to pick up a fallen cup, giving us a comical view from behind him. His bag of testicles hung down between his legs, with his long thick penis easily visible behind it. The girls put their hands to their mouths to stifle their giggles. We sat down and had some more champagne, rather uneasily after Ernst’s explosion. Ernst filled up our glasses in an uneasy silence, and we drank together. Saskia again finished hers quickly and asked for more in a very slurred voice. “Saskia, don’t have any more,” I urged her. “You’re having too much.” “You leave her alone and let her have what she wants,” snarled Ernst, who kept drinking it down himself. He had a temper, but I had never known him so explosive before. Obviously alcohol brought out the worst in him. I began to feel worried about where this party was heading, afraid that we might end up getting into monumental trouble. I drank as little as possible myself, and so did Suzanna, but we had to keep taking sips to keep Ernst happy. As he was pouring, Ernst spilled some champagne down his leg. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe himself, and two other small objects fell on to the ground. He picked them up and put them on the table while he wiped. They were two banknotes. Tanya stared at them, and then turned to Kylie and whispered something in her ear. Both of them giggled naughtily. I wondered what it was all about. Then suddenly Tanya said, “Go!” They both shot out their hands, grabbed a banknote apiece and leapt out of their chairs, giggling. “Hey, you give me back my money!” demanded Ernst. The girls were standing in the shadows, so I couldn’t quite see what they were doing, although they appeared to be fiddling about under their skirts. Tanya called out, “You can’t get it!” Then they both stood side by side, giggling, with arms spread out to show their hands were empty. “Shit! Where are they?” demanded Ernst, stepping towards them as they backed away. “You can’t get them!” called out Kylie again, giggling naughtily. “Why not?” Ernst demanded. “We’ve hidden them,” giggled Kylie. “In our panties,” added Tanya. “You can’t get them!” “Yes, I can!” roared Ernst, charging towards the girls, who scattered. He chased after Tanya, yelling back to me, “Roy, you catch Kylie!” I needed no further urging. Excitedly I leapt up and made for Kylie. Tanya had already allowed herself to be caught and Ernst had her on her back on the ground, as she was shouting “No!” amid shrieks of laughter, just to show how serious she was – or wasn’t. Kylie headed for the trees, screaming, but it was clear she was making no great effort to avoid me. She flapped her arms about and squealed as I cornered her easily. I grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her to the ground, rolling her over on her back. She giggled helplessly, spluttering, “No, no, no!” in the way girls tend to do when they mean just the opposite but don’t want to say so. She curled her knees up right under her chin, giving the perfect view of her soft white and now wet panties. I slipped my hand up her skirt and grabbed hold of the waistline. Even in my excited condition, I don’t think I would actually have done it if Kylie had not clearly wanted me to. Her eyes were screwed closed as she kicked her legs below the knees in token resistance, spluttering “No!” even as she dissolved into giggles. Her panties were sticking to her equally wet skin and did not pull off easily. Instead I slipped my hand inside at the side, feeling her hipbone and moving it into her groin, feeling around for the missing banknote. As I did so, she farted, and collapsed into further stupid giggles. I could not find it there, so I pushed my hand further in. Now the flesh was soft and spongy, and I could feel a little slit beneath my fingers. The edges were soft and spongy, but still no banknote. Probing deeper, I came to the soft loose skin between her legs, and at last I could feel the crumpled banknote there, right in the gusset of her panties. My willing victim whimpered and spluttered, pushing at me with her hands so feebly that it didn’t trouble me at all. I pulled the banknote out with some difficulty, placed as it was between wet skin and wet panties. Kylie gave a deep sigh of affected relief as I withdrew my hand and lay back, legs down again. Her skirt was up almost to her waist and her panties were down far enough to reveal her groin. As I gazed at her, wondering if I had gone too far, she sat up, pulling her skirt down again. “Roy, you felt my pussy,” she scolded me, in the same tone of voice she might use if I had given a tiny hiccup in conversation. “You’re a thief,” I grinned at her. “You stole Ernst’s money so I had to get it back.” “That was no reason to rape me,” she informed me mildly, pushing herself to her feet again. At this point Ernst came up, grinning broadly and holding the other banknote in one hand and Tanya’s panties in the other. The owner was staggering back to the table, mixing mock howls with giggles. I gave Ernst his money back. “Didn’t you get her panties off?” he reproved me. “I want to make sure she has nowhere to hide them again.” He stepped towards Kylie, who squealed, “All right, all right, I’ll do it. They’re wet, anyway.” She reached up her skirt and began dragging them off. Then she overbalanced and collapsed to the ground in a fit of giggles, revealing her soft white bottom. This was the sort of thing I had never done with any girl before, apart from Saskia. Then I suddenly remembered Saskia and hoped she wasn’t jealous. But, looking back at the table, I saw that my girlfriend was in no fit state to follow what was going on. Saskia had certainly had enough champagne. Her speech was so slurred now that she was barely comprehensible. She dribbled half of her third glass down the front of her dress, and when she tried to put her glass back on the table, she missed, and it fell to the grass. With her eyes rolling and giggling stupidly, she bent down to pick it up and fell off her chair. Lying on her back in the grass, she giggled helplessly. “I’m too tired to – get back up,” she slurred breathlessly. “Think I’ll stay – a while.” She leaned back, shut her eyes and promptly fell asleep. Her skirt was up at the front and her white loins and plump little vagina were in full view. “Look at Saskia,” giggled Tanya, who was just sitting down next to her. “You can see her wee-wee. She’s drunk.” Tanya hardly sounded or behaved like a model of sobriety herself, and her naturally pink face was very red. “Beautiful,” smiled Ernst, good-humoured again. He leaned over to have a better look at it. “Ernst, do you like to see girls’ pussies?” giggled Tanya, burping and sounding more drunk than ever. “Yeah, of coursh I do,” slurred Ernst. “It makes me feel – good again.” He reached out and pressed Saskia on the vagina. “Nice and soft,” he said. I began to feel angry and alarmed. I knew all Saskia’s weaknesses, but she was my girlfriend at that time, and I did not want Ernst violating her. Fortunately Tanya came to the rescue, without meaning to. “So’s mine,” she giggled at Ernst, lifting her skirt and exposing her long deep vagina for his view. “Look!” Ernst turned towards her, with a goofy grin on his face. “You can stroke my pussy-wussy if you give me a kiss,” she told him in a silly voice. “Yeah, sure,” grinned Ernst. He moved his head over, thrust it under Tanya’s skirt and kissed. She squealed in mingled shock and delight. “I didn’t mean there!” she shouted out, going off into fits of giggles again. Ernst, lying on the ground, pulled her off the chair on top of him and put his hands under her skirt again, just as he had done to retrieve the banknote. “I’ll pull your piss,” Tanya threatened him. “Su – superknob!” Ernst rolled her over on her back and began tickling her between her legs. Now he had what he wanted, he was suddenly very gentle and kind. Tanya lay on her back with her legs apart and her skirt up, laughing and wriggling fit to burst as Ernst tickled her. I watched, still naked myself and with my penis half-erect with the excitement of it all. I had done the same thing with Saskia at times, but still didn’t feel I could do it to a girl without being invited – as Saskia had been all too ready to do. Then I heard a voice a few metres away calling, “Roy! Roy!” I turned, to find Kylie sitting in the tree where she had sat earlier in the evening, legs astride the big branch. The only difference was that this time she was wearing no panties, and I could see right up her tight little skirt. Her matching tight little vagina was in full view, and I could see something white down the middle at the top. At that age I had no idea what it was, and before now had never really wondered. “Ernst, I hurt my leg and I’m stuck,” came Kylie’s pleading voice. “Can you help me down, please?” “Sure thing,” I smiled, getting up a little dizzily from my seat and going over to her. She stretched out her arms to me, and I reached out my arms to her. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms round my neck, then slid into my arms. I fell over backwards, with her on top of me, and must have caught the laughing disease, as I couldn’t stop for a few seconds. Kylie, lying half over my chest, was needless to say squealing with laughter as well. Ernst and Tanya were still going hard at it not far away, and I wondered at the time why he wasn’t actually having sex with her. Later I realised that probably wasn’t quite sure he knew how to do it. But we could clearly see his long penis bouncing up and down, half-erect, between his legs and his testicles dangling down, while Tanya’s vaginal area was growing increasingly pink with constant pressure. She still seemed to be enjoying herself, gurgling and gasping for breath in between laughter. I stared, fascinated. “I wonder what that feels like,” murmured Kylie in my ear, her arms still round my neck. “Maybe Ernst will do you when he’s finished with Tanya,” I suggested, hesitant to yield to the baser desires I felt welling up within me. “Why don’t you do it yourself?” I heard Kylie’s teasing murmur in my ear. I looked at her, and saw her soft brown eyes looking at me cunningly and invitingly. “Do you know how?” she asked me. My heart thumped faster and I felt a fire in my loins. “Where do you want me to do it?” I asked, still reluctant to take the initiative. “You can do it here,” murmured Kylie, pulling away, lying on her back and pushing her knees in the air again. With her panties off now, I could see that innocent-looking little vagina nestling between her thighs. “All right,” I grinned, lying down beside her. I put out my hand and touched her vagina. It was soft, warm and damp, still wet from the pool water and the damp panties. I slipped my fingers underneath and felt the loose skin between her legs. I felt her shudder and giggle warmly, in much the same way that a cat purrs when stroked. She wriggled. “That tickles,” she told me, smiling up at me with a loving and intoxicated grin. “Keep doing it.” I kept massaging gently. From the occasional shrieks next to us, I got the impression that Ernst was playing too rough with Tanya at times, but she could handle it. Being rough was never my style, so I kept it gentle with Kylie, taking especial pleasure from the times she shuddered and gasped in delight, especially when I tickled her at the bottom. Then I felt a hand on my penis. “My turn,” Kylie murmured, working her fingers over the foreskin at the end. I shuddered as she found a sensitive spot and my penis began to grow. “Ooh!” she squealed, as if she had made a surprising discovery. We lay side by side on the soft wet grass, facing each other, touching each other and handling each other’s bodies gently. We were so close, and it was only spoilt for me by the strong smell of champagne on Kylie’s breath. No doubt she could smell it on my breath, too, although I hadn’t drunk as much as she had. I kissed her lovely soft smooth skin, and found it most enjoyable. Soon we were each covering the other’s face in kisses and frisking each other’s bodies eagerly, with my penis rock-hard but myself not daring to do anything with it. (To be continued) MR SAUSAGE MAN (CHAPTER 8) In the end we all felt exhausted. Saskia was asleep, Suzanna was cringing in her chair hoping to be overlooked, and the other four of us just lay close together on the grass, in what seemed to me at least an almost unreal world. The other three had drunk much more than I had, so no doubt felt even more removed from reality. Then Ernst pulled himself to his feet and groped on the table for some more champagne. This time he drank it right out of the bottle. Then he sat on the floor with a thump and said, in a very slurred voice, “That wash good.” It wasn’t clear whether he was referring to the champagne or his grapplings with Tanya. Then he burped and said, “We need something good now. Roy. You must poke Saskia again. We want to shee – you do it.” I was astounded, although I shouldn’t have been. Besides, I hadn’t really had sex with Saskia, as I explained when I wrote about my relationship with her in detail. But I didn’t want to admit that I hadn’t. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing and hoped that he would forget it. I realise now that he was probably hoping to learn from me how to do it. After a short silence, Ernst said again, “Come on, Roy. You told us you did it. Show us.” I looked at Saskia, still lying flat on her back with her skirt up, fully exposed from the navel downwards. There was froth on her face and on the ground next to her head where she had vomited up some champagne. Only years later did I realise that she might well have choked to death on it. “I can’t when she’s asleep,” I excused myself nervously, afraid of sending Ernst into a rage again. “She has to be awake for it.” “I’ll wake her up,” grinned Ernst wolfishly, leaning over her and shaking her roughly by the shoulders. She groaned, but her eyes were still shut and she would not come back to consciousness. Ernst pushed her in the tummy, and she groaned again, and a spurt of urine came out between her legs. Ernst left her with a sneer and turned to me, his eyes pink and maniacal. I felt really afraid of him. He was obviously not in proper control of himself any longer. “All right, you can do it with Kylie then,” he ordered. “Ooh!” came from Kylie. I looked at her, and saw an expression of mingled apprehension and excitement on her face. She whispered tensely, “Roy, shall we?” She had suddenly become very loving towards me, after years of almost ignoring her in school. Some weeks afterwards she told me what caused it. “I really fell in love with you when you took your swimming costume off next to the pool and let us see your peeny,” she told me then. Suddenly a burst of lust swept through me, fired no doubt by the champagne. I was very apprehensive about it myself, though, so I said, “If you like.” “I’m ready,” Kylie said after a moment’s pause. She was still sitting on the ground, but now she lay back and spread her legs wide. Her tiny vagina disintegrated into a sort of minute hole with a pink bit in the middle. I wondered doubtfully if I could get my penis inside when it was full-blown. I crouched down over the top of her, as she smiled and reached out a hand to take my penis. It suddenly started jerking around and I was ready to thrust it inside her, if I could. I felt her bare tummy and loins pressed against my own. Then I heard Ernst’s voice, almost jeering, “Take her, Roy!” It was accompanied by a giggle from Tanya. Suddenly the spell was broken. The realisation that those two were watching me perform came over me like a bucket of cold water. As I pressed my penis against her vagina, it suddenly turned wimp on me. I found I was holding a small and flaccid object that did not have the strength to push itself in. I did try, but couldn’t even find the vagina either now. It took only a few seconds for me to realise that there was no way I could do the job and the longer I spent trying the morning the more stupid I was going to look. I gave a gasp and then excused myself with shame, “I can’t do it right now. I’ve had too much champagne. It always happens when I drink too much.” Actually, that was the first time I had ever drunk too much. Ernst let out a sneering snort of laughter. “Ah, you can’t take your booze,” he jeered at me. “I’ve had much more than you and I’m still all right.” He shook his penis at me to prove his point. He had obviously been stimulated by watching and it was halfway up. “Well, you must poke Kylie yourself, then,” Tanya teased him. I heard a squeal from Kylie, who went white. She had suddenly decided she had a crush on me, but she did not have the same feeling for Ernst. It also occurred to me that, given the comparative sizes of the organs in question, it would be rather like trying to get a male Great Dane to mate with a female Chihuahua. He could do some severe damage. I told Saskia about it later, as she was naturally desperate to hear about the excitement she missed. I did not tell her that I tried to have sex with Kylie, but when I told her about Kylie’s reaction to Ernst, she giggled and said, “I’m sure! If Ernst had tried to poke me, I’d have been afraid of having his sausage in me all the way up to my mouth!” Ernst, meanwhile, was determined to make up his own mind. I think he was considering whether he had learned enough from my escapade to be able to do it himself. He stood silently contemplating for a moment, penis clasped in hand almost like a British policeman might clasp his truncheon, and a vague expression on his face. Then he said, “I will choose a partner for myself.” He then became a sergeant inspecting the troops. He bent over and looked at Saskia again, filling me with apprehension. But her vagina area was glowing and sticky with urine and he turned away from her with a snort. “Too wet,” he growled. He looked at Tanya, then bent down to take a closer look at her vagina as she shrank away from him, giggling coyly. “Too big,” he said. I was surprised, because he seemed to fancy Tanya more than the others. Kylie, still on the ground, also shrank away and clasped her hands over her hole as Ernst bent over her, looking very fearful. But he was not interested. “Too small,” he said. Then, as I suspect he had planned all along, he suddenly whirled round, sprang a couple of steps and towered over Suzanna, cringing in her chair on the other side of the table. His penis was thrust almost horizontally before him, a hideous sight, long and stiff and thick, with veins visibly throbbing. “Just right!” he exulted, using the same words as Goldilocks but a vastly different tone of voice. Terrified, Suzanna screamed and shouted out, “No, Ernst! Please – please don’t,” she sobbed, almost hysterically, putting her hands up to try and fend him off. “You’re mine!” he told her brutally, pushing her backwards off the chair, which tumbled to the ground beneath her. She put her leg out to try and soften the fall, showing a wide expanse of cream panties. Ernst flung her on her back and pulled up her skirt. “I told you to take those ***** panties off!” he roared. “Shut up!” he bellowed, as she screamed again in stark terror, aiming a terrific slap at her face, which fortunately just skimmed her hair. He pulled her skirt right up to her chest, and then seized hold of her panties. As I watched helplessly in horror, I caught a glimpse of a long, narrow, curved vagina as he dragged her panties down to her knees. I heard horrified squeals from Tanya and Kylie, who now seemed to realise that things were going to far but probably considered themselves potentially too vulnerable to protest more effectively than that. I was filled with inner turmoil. Ernst in a rage was pretty terrifying, but it seemed I was about to witness a rape. I stepped over to him and caught his shoulder as he placed his knees on the ground on either side of Suzanna’s hips, at the same time pushing his hands on her shoulders to keep her down as she struggled ineffectively. “Ernst, don’t! You can’t!” I urged him. “Shuttup!” he snapped at me, pushing me away. He kept one hand on Suzanna’s chest and put the other to his penis, ready to guide it into place. I saw Suzanna’s terrified, tear-stained face staring at me. She stretched out a hand desperately towards me. “Roy, please! Stop him!” she pleaded in stark terror. I couldn’t leave it there. Ernst was on the point of pushing his penis home. I grabbed his arm and pulled hard. “Ernst, you can’t! I’m your friend,” I reminded him, exerting all my strength to drag him off Suzanna. Ernst half-sprang to his feet, his face filled with fury. He burst out in a torrent of foul German, swinging a punch at me. I dodged, which wasn’t difficult as he was obviously pretty drunk. Then he leapt on top of Suzanna again as she tried to crawl away. I couldn’t stop. Deeply fearful, but unable to avoid Suzanna’s desperate pleas, I grabbed Ernst by the shoulder again and pulled him away. It took all my strength. The one-year difference in our ages meant a great deal. “Ernst, please! Stop it!” I begged. “Help me, girls,” I urged them, but they preferred to save their own skins. He tried to push me away, but I heaved again. Swearing viciously once more, in both English and German, he lost all control. He leapt to his feet and threw himself at me. I had no time to dodge as he hit out more accurately this time. I saw stars as a thunderbolt hit me, fortunately on the most solid part of my forehead. I went crashing over backwards as Ernst threw himself after me, kicking furiously at my body. I felt one crashing blow after another on my back and legs as he unleashed his fury. Suddenly the blows stopped, but the pain racked my body. I heard another scream, and saw from my prone position that he had caught Suzanna about ten metres away as she had tried to flee while he dealt with me. There was a great deal of terrified squealing and dancing up and down from Tanya and Kylie, but I could expect no help from them. I would have to give up, I thought. I had tried, but Ernst had knocked me out – or so I could claim. Appalled, I saw Suzanna go down again with Ernst on top of her. Her terror-ravaged face turned towards me, and she squealed in a strangled, high voice, “Roy! P – p – please!” before it broke completely. In a split second I knew I couldn’t live with that. With pain shooting through my body, I staggered to my feet. Ernst, obviously thinking he had executed the final solution as far as I was concerned, had her prone and was again trying to put his hideous penis in the right place. Gritting my teeth, I scuttled round behind him. There was only one way I could think of to stop him. I was no match for him in a fight. I ran up behind him just as he was trying to force his penis home. I could see him on his knees there, with Suzanna’s bare legs forced apart and sticking out behind him. I could see his testicles dangling down and now almost touching Suzanna at the point where her thighs reached her body. I drew back my foot and kicked with all my strength. I am so relieved that my aim was perfect, as a miscalculation would have had appalling consequences for both myself and Suzanna. My foot, still with shoes on as the ground between the trees was rough in places, landed firmly in the middle of that gross scrotum. Carried forward by the momentum, I crashed down in a heap on top of him, helping to smash his head to the ground as he fell. Thank God, we both fell almost clear of Suzanna and rolled over to the side. I said before that the sound of Nick screaming in the shower after his encounter with Ernst was the most appalling I had ever heard. Ernst’s initial bellow of sheer agony may even have excelled Nick’s for intensity and volume. It was terrifying but it was probably the most relieving sound, if there is such a term, that I have ever heard. I was almost deafened for a second by his indescribable roar, followed by another and another of the utmost agony. I rolled off him and he curled up into a ball, giving one bellow of the most intense pain after another. I was shattered by what I had done, but at the same moment so relieved, because I knew I had put him out of action, for a while at least. Suzanna’s waist had been trapped under Ernst’s legs when he fell, but the rest of her was free. She scrambled away, still looking terrified. I had a glimpse of her smooth light-brown loins disappearing down between her legs, and then she hurriedly pulled her panties up and her skirt down. With pain stabbing me all over, I looked at the others. Tanya and Kylie were staring at me with big eyes in white faces. Even Saskia had opened her eyes and making moaning noises, scratching her vagina and finding to her surprise that it was sticky. “We’ve got to get out of here,” I told the others loudly, shouting to make myself heard above the noise of Ernst’s shrieks of agony as he lay there in the tightest of balls. The neighbours seemed to have ignored the noise earlier in the evening, if they had heard it at all, for there was loud music not far away, as is usual on Friday nights in this part of the city. But nobody could ignore or fail to hear the noise Ernst was making. I was very much afraid that justice might go astray and I might find myself as the one in trouble for assault. Whatever the end result it would be a complicated business and my instinct was to get as far away as possible as quickly as possible. “Grab your belongings and let’s go,” I instructed the girls. Tanya, Kylie and Suzanna hurriedly did as they were told. Saskia was still very dazed, but she could at least now stagger to her feet and hold on to her bag when it was put in her hand. Within a minute I was leading the girls and dragging Saskia towards the side wall, with Ernst’s screams still ringing in our ears. We would need Ernst’s help to go out through the main gate, but I had been there often enough before and Ernst had shown me a narrow hole under the security wall through which a child, but not an adult, could just squeeze. We headed for that. I showed them how to do it, squeezing underneath with great difficulty to find myself in the outside flowerbed, with a deserted street on the other side. Quickly I helped pull the girls through. The noise of external music was loud and Ernst’s screams were gradually losing their volume as his energy level declined, but they were still audible. Fortunately there was nobody around and we were soon hurrying down the road. The girls were all crying, except for Saskia, who was holding her head and acting completely dazed. Suzanna had said nothing since I had kicked Ernst. I had to see the girls back to their homes, and fortunately they all lived quite close by. We went towards Saskia’s house first, in view of her condition. “Roy, please don’t say anything about us getting drunk,” pleaded Kylie. “We’ll get into such trouble.” She and Tanya seemed to have sobered up remarkably. “Or being naked!” blurted out Tanya, looking horror-stricken at the thought of what might be in store for us. “Well, we’d better all agree on that,” I said, although I had no hope that we could keep things very quiet after such an awful happening. “All right, everybody?” They quickly agreed, and I tried to think of a common story we could agree to. “Look, somebody will find out that we had big trouble,” I said. “We can’t stop that. But look, we’ll just have to say that Ernst got drunk and tried to rape Suzanna. We’ll have to say something about that. But don’t tell anybody anything more. All right?” They all seemed to agree on that, and I just hoped that Saskia, in her state, had got the message. Not that she knew anything about this last part, and she was too dazed to ask. I found out later that she had very few memories of that evening at all after the first swim. I teased her by giving her a graphic description of how she was so drunk that she had sex with Ernst, and she was horrified until I burst out laughing and told her I was joking. But I suppose it wasn’t too much of a laughing matter. “Suzanna, are you all right?” I asked at last, having taken a long time even to think of that. She nodded and made a noise that sounded like a grunt or a sob, but didn’t look at me. At that moment Kylie sank to her knees, bent over and vomited by the side of the road, most of it froth and bubbles. A mixture of champagne and shock were clearly too much for her. Tanya, having had the idea put into her head, did likewise before Kylie had even finished. Her little bare bottom stuck out at the back of her skirt as she knelt, bent double, with the loose skin under her vagina clearly visible like a little zip. We stopped at Saskia’s house and let her in through the side gate. I was too afraid to take her in myself, although I knew I could only postpone the storm, and wondered what her parents would make of her condition. But at least I saw her safely inside. We stopped off at Tanya’s house next, as it was almost on the way to Suzanna’s and fortunately Kylie was staying the night there, so I dropped off two girls who had suddenly become cold sober. Then I took Suzanna by myself. She was still not talking, she was shivering and looking down at the road all the time. I only hoped she wasn’t blaming me for anything that happened. “Don’t worry, Suzanna, I’ll look after you,” I tried to encourage her, putting a hand awkwardly on her back. “I fixed Ernst, didn’t I? I saved you.” I emphasised this, afraid of the trouble that might come from her parents. Even if she didn’t want to talk, it was obvious that she had had some traumatic experience. I let her into her house as well. There was a security guard on duty there and he was most concerned, taking her straight towards the main house. I called goodbye to her but got no reply. I returned home by myself slowly, a long trip since Suzanna’s house was in completely the wrong direction for me, and my face and body were still aching. I turned over in my mind what I could say, but I was most afraid of what Ernst or the girls might say about me. Ernst might tell any story to get himself out of trouble or take revenge on me. And even if the girls did exonerate me, I was still part of that disastrous evening and had even encouraged the activities that went on there. Another awful thought struck me. Suzanna was the only girl there who was still wearing panties. If the other parents discovered that their girls were knickerless, it would be understandable if they wanted to find out why. It was almost an hour later when I finally let myself in through the small gate of my own home. I knew my face was swollen and I just hoped my parents would be so engrossed in watching television that they wouldn’t even turn round as I let myself in at the front door and said goodnight as I passed the doorway to the lounge. But there was no such luck. I entered the front door quietly, to find my father on the telephone and my mother highly agitated. My father was at that moment speaking to Tanya’s father. Only a few minutes later Saskia’s mother had phoned. Both were panicking big-time at the state their daughters were in and wanted information urgently – which my parents were quite unable to give them. My mother was flapping all over me, noticing my injuries straight away, when the alarm rang to tell us that somebody was requesting entry through the main gate. My father used the communications system to find out who it was, and it turned out to be Suzanna’s father. Never have I been so terrified. I just wanted to disappear. But this turned out to the best thing that had happened to me. My father opened the gate for him, he drove in and my father went to meet him at his car while my mother flapped all over me in agitation. A minute later a tall man with a light brown skin came through the front door with my father. “You are Roy?” asked the man, who was obviously in a very emotional state but I was unable to identify which emotion was dominant. I nodded dumbly. He turned to my parents. “Your son has just – saved my daughter from being most horribly raped,” he told them, and his shoulders heaved. I suddenly realised that he was on the verge of tears. My parents stared at him with their mouths open while he composed himself. “By that monster Ernst – I don’t know his surname,” he eventually continued. “Young man, I – I can’t thank you enough.” The worst was over. A minute later we were all sitting in the lounge and I was telling my story. I kept it as brief as possible. I told them that Ernst had produced some of his father’s champagne and, with the trauma of going away, had accidentally drunk too much. Yes, the rest of us drank some too, I confessed when asked, but Ernst had been the only one of us to cause problems. Problems was the operative word – Saskia’s response to champagne had been quite funny, when you thought about it from a neutral point of view, while if Kylie had been a problem, it was the sort of problem I would happily devote my life to solving. I did my best to absolve Ernst of too much blame. Then, I explained, I didn’t know what started Ernst off, but he started getting over-excited with Suzanna. She resisted him, but it seemed to get him angry and, I could not avoid saying so, tried to rape her. I tried to stop him, but he beat me up, and the only way I could think of to stop him was to kick him. Suzanna’s father asked where I kicked him, a locality I had failed to identify for him as it was clear from Suzanna that her family were rather old-fashioned in their ideas. He winced as I mentioned that embarrassing word `testicles’. After more fulsome praise, my parents joining in, Suzanna’s father borrowed our phone to let the other girls’ parents know what he had discovered, while my mother tried to patch me up. They all examined my wounds, the most painful one being a kick on the inside of my hip bone that made it increasingly difficult for me to walk. It was a brilliant purple colour, but its proximity to my genitals persuaded Suzanna’s father to turn the other way for a short while. My face was also badly swollen, with a big lump on my forehead, and my eye was turning black. Then, with the approval of my parents, Suzanna’s father took us all to the police station for me to make a statement. I expected a great deal more trouble after that, with court cases and so on, but in actual fact very little happened. As is the case still in some Mediterranean countries, the police were not interested in violence against females. They advised us to contact the child welfare people, who were a very disorganised bunch, and were not open on Saturday. We had to wait until Monday morning, when I also went to the doctor and it was found that I had a cracked rib. Ernst’s negligent parents, we heard via the grapevine, returned home late to find their son still lying in their back garden, temporarily crippled. I gather he spent the night in hospital and no doubt had to walk with a serious limp for a while. I wondered what the nurses made of his appendage. Perhaps they were the same ones who treated him after the incident of the stinging nettles. Later on, it made me chuckle, the thought that Ernst must have arrived at the hospital with his scrotum badly swollen, and what size would it be now? Amazingly, none of us ever heard anything from Ernst’s parents. I don’t know to this day if he managed to explain everything away, including the empty champagne bottles and three pairs of panties scattered around various parts of his back garden. It seems unlikely. My parents felt that, faced with possible charges of neglect and allowing a minor access to alcohol themselves, and drunkenness and attempted rape against their son, they were only too keen to forget what might have been termed assault charges against me. But while Suzanna’s father was trying to get the police or child welfare to do something and was consulting a lawyer, the family left the country. It seems that they were not even followed up, as I was only once again contacted to make a statement, and I never heard what happened. I never heard from, or anything about, Ernst again. There was never any trouble about the girls arriving home without their panties. Two sets of parents, it seems, never found out. Saskia said her parents never noticed. Kylie later told me that when she arrived at her own home, she told her parents that she had lost them at Tanya’s house. Tanya’s mother had asked Tanya where her panties were, Kylie went on to tell me, and Tanya told her that she was still wearing her swimming costume when they had to leave in a hurry and must have dropped her panties on the way. About three weeks later, our family was relaxing at home on a Saturday afternoon when we had surprise visitors. It was Suzanna’s family, and they had actually come to say goodbye. While our parents were chatting, I took Suzanna up to my room for a few minutes. I had also seen her again on the morning after the party, when she looked at me with liquid eyes full of admiration. Able to speak again, she could not say thank you often enough or be satisfied with telling me what a hero I was, even to the extent of saving her life. She was not a great talker, but a lovely quiet person, and I was now most disappointed to learn that she would soon be leaving. She told me her father was furious that the authorities in this country had taken so little interest in the case and had allowed Ernst and his family to slip out of the country. She herself did not want to return to the school after her humiliation at the party, and her father decided a fresh start would be best for all of them. He would follow up Ernst’s case with the British authorities. Suzanna studied by still swollen face lovingly. “How are all your bruises healing?” she asked. I lifted my shirt to show her that they were now a dull brown rather than a vivid purple colour. I even shifted my underpants to show her the big one on the inside of my hip, carelessly, and my penis accidentally popped out for a breather. I slipped it back inside, apologised, and she said, “That’s all right,” but still managed to look slightly embarrassed. Then she asked me shyly, “May I show you where Ernst hurt me?” I nodded, unaware that she had been physically hurt as well. Maybe she hadn’t. We were sitting side by side on my bed. She pulled up her skirt, pulled aside her panties and said, “There,” as she pointed to some invisible mark inside her groin. Her long, smooth, narrow vagina was fully exposed to my eyes. I realised immediately that she had deliberately given me the most previous gift she had. If she had been older it might have been sex – with some girls, anyway - but at our stage of life just the sight was the best she had for me. And it was certainly good enough. “I’m sorry,” I said in perhaps a slightly strangled voice. “I did my best for you.” She replaced her skirt and then looked into my eyes with a loving smile. I smiled back at her. I wanted to tell her that she was beautiful, that I was so grateful that she had trusted me with that part of her she had so desperately wanted to keep secret at the party, but I didn’t know how to at that age. I just smiled back and I hope my eyes said it all. Then she kissed me gently on the cheek, a gesture I returned with interest. Quickly and briefly we hugged each other, pressing our cheeks against each other. Her cheek was so smooth, soft and warm. When we released each other, there were tears in her eyes. “There’s only one bad thing about going,” she said quietly. “I wish you could come too.” When we went downstairs again, Suzanna’s father again treated me like a hero, and actually talked my parents into accepting on my behalf a large sum of money to be held in trust for me, which I would inherit when I was 18. His wife, slender and graceful like their daughter, was very kind to me and made a tremendous fuss of my wounds, which were by now largely healed. I had actually met her before, on the day after the incident, but I don’t want to bore readers with details of all that took place. I never saw Suzanna again, although she wrote to me immediately from her new country and we shared letters for a couple of years. But I learned quite a few lessons from my time with Ernst, and especially that last party. On the negative side, in Ernst’s company I learned to watch out for girls’ panties, a habit I have been unable to shake to this day. If a girl exposes her panties at all, I am instantly aware of it and it surprises me that others do not appear to notice at all most of the time. More positively, though, through Suzanna I learned to respect girls as people, not things or sex objects. Much as I can enjoy the sight of girls’ panties or vaginas, it is even more important to me that I respect a girl’s feelings and never say or do anything that would hurt her in any way. With Ernst, I thought that by spying or by teasing or by ridicule or sheer intimidation I could get a girl to do what I wanted. That method might work sometimes, but I have never been able to do it since that time because I know how it hurts the girl. I resolved from that time onwards that, if I wanted anything from a girl, I had to make her want it too. Some, like Tanya and Kylie, and even Saskia, want too much and are bad company. After that incident, I avoided their sort. I also learned that, if I behave in the right manner, it is usually none too difficult, although it may take time. Girls like Suzanna are often ready and willing, if they have the courage, to share their most intimate parts with boys they love, trust and respect. All I had to do was to win that love, trust and respect, and the world was my oyster. I cannot claim that I have always succeeded with every girl I have tried this on, but I have done with the vast majority. I don’t tell you about my failures, of course! I have learned to behave like a gentleman, to defend the girls against those who do not behave like gentlemen. This has won me the love and respect of a great many girls, and got to see and feel and enjoy infinitely more that any who tried Ernst’s methods. You may call it devious behaviour, but in the end I get far more out of my relationships this way. And so do the girls. The End ___________________________________________________________ WIN FREE WORLDWIDE FLIGHTS - nominate a cafe in the Yahoo! Mail Internet Cafe Awards www.yahoo.co.uk/internetcafes