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



	
	
		
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