DENNIS THE MENACE: THE SWIMMING HOLE


It was a very hot, dry summer’s day.  Dennis and his
three friends sat under a tree near Dennis’s house
looking tired and hot.

“I with we could swim in the paddling pool,” groaned
Joey, the youngest member of the group.

“Well, we can’t, thanks to Dennis,” grumbled Tommy.

“It was your magnifying glass, Tommy,” Dennis reminded
him.

“It’s too late to worry about that now,” put in Gina,
the tomboy and the only girl in the group.  “We need
some ideas, guys.”

The hot day was just right for a swim in the pool. 
Only the day before, they had been swimming together
in Dennis’s blow-up paddling pool.  Tommy had brought
his magnifying glass with him, and Dennis had wondered
if by focusing the rays of the sun he could make the
water warmer.

They had tried it on the surface of the water, but had
not noticed any difference.  Dennis had tried it on
Joey’s swimsuit, and stopped when, at the exact same
moment, a thin wisp of smoke arose from the material
and Joey screamed.  Then he tried it on the plastic
pool.  By the time he saw the thin wisp of smoke, it
was too late.  There was a loud hiss of escaping air,
the pool slowly collapsed and all the water drained
away.  That was the end of Dennis’s paddling pool, and
the end of Mrs Alice Mitchell’s patience.

So now they had no paddling pool and they were hot,
too hot to play.  They had been to Joey’s house and
tried to build their own shower using a hosepipe, but
were requested to leave by Joey’s mother when Dennis
dragged her hosepipe across a flowerbed, decapitating
her prized blossoms.  They had seen Mr and Mrs Wilson
go out in their car, so they could not even pay a
visit there.

As they grumbled to each other, four older boys walked
past them.  Their hair was wet, their walk was jaunty
and they looked fresh and cool.

“Hey, where you guys been?” Dennis asked them.

“Down to the old swimming hole at Caverty’s Creek,”
one of them replied as they passed.

“Swimming hole?”  The gang looked at each other.  Then
they remembered that there was indeed a swimming hole
only about half a mile away from them.  The only
problem was that they were not allowed to go there.

Dennis’s eyes had lit up already.  “Hey, guys, I vote
we go to that ole swimming hole,” he said.

Tommy and Gina agreed excitedly.  But Joey said,
“We’re not allowed to go to Caver – Cather - to the
creek.”

“Oh, Joey, that was last month,” snorted Dennis,
jumping to his feet.  “We were much younger then.  We
can go now as long as we’re together.  Come on, Joey. 
Don’t be a spoilsport.  It’ll be fun.”

“Oh, awright,” agreed Joey, as they all stood and
moved off down the road.

“Hey, where’s Ruff?” asked Dennis, looking round for
his dog.  But Ruff had got bored and gone off to visit
a lady friend.

“What about our swimsuits?” asked Joey.

“We won’t need swimsuits at a swimming hole,” Dennis
told him.  “But I don’t know if Gina wants to come.”

“Why not?” Gina wanted to know.

“Because we swim in our bare butts and you’re a girl,”
Dennis pointed out.

“I don’t mind,” said Gina.  “I can do anything you
guys can.”

Suddenly the thought of the swimming hole became very
exciting.

As they walked down the street, they saw Margaret in
front of them, with her pram of dolls.  She was
sitting under a tree, mopping her forehead.

“It’s so hot today,” she said.  “Where are you all
going in such a hurry?”

“We’re going to the ole swimming hole,” Dennis told
her without thinking.  “Come and join us.”

Margaret looked horrified.  “What, that swimming hole
in Caverty’s Creek?” she exclaimed.  “You’re not
allowed to go there!”

Dennis suddenly realised he had told her too much. 
“We’re not telling you where it is,” he replied.  “But
you can come and join us if you like.”

“No, I will not!” squeaked Margaret, looking outraged.
 “And if you go to Caverty’s Creek, I’ll have to
report you.”

“Margaret, you’re always such a spoilsport,” snorted
Dennis as they walked on.

“Dennis, she’s going to tell,” moaned Joey once they
were past Margaret.

“She won’t,” Dennis assured him.  “She’s all talk. 
Don’t listen to her.”

“Why did you invite her?” asked Tommy.  “She might
have come.  We don’t want her there.  She’s a girl.”

“So am I,” pointed out Gina.

“Well, you’re all right,” Tommy complimented her. 
“But Margaret will see our peenies if she comes
swimming with us.”

“I don’t mind,” said Dennis.  “She’s seen mine before.
 We used to have our baths together when we were
little kids.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want us to see her peeny,”
suggested Joey.

“Don’t be silly, Joey, girls don’t have peenies,”
Dennis told him.

“They don’t?  What do they have, then?” Joey wanted to
know.

“Well, they – they’re just different, that’s all,”
Dennis explained.  Joey looked puzzled.

They turned off the road and took a little lane
between two houses.  At the end was the countryside, a
patch of prairie grass, bushes and small trees. 
Dennis looked back.  Nobody could see them from the
road.  Before they had gone far, nobody would be able
to see them from the houses either.

Dennis knew the way.  He led the others along a rough
path, with bushes on either side.  After two or three
minutes they came to a little stream, winding its way
over rocks and over sand.

They looked around.  They were surrounded by bushes
and thick grass.  “It’s very lonely here,” whimpered
Joey.

“Don’t be a baby, Joey,” Dennis urged him.  “Follow
me.”

They walked upstream beside the river for two or three
minutes.  Then they reached the swimming hole.  Three
girls aged about ten were splashing around in it. 
They were wearing nothing except their skins.  As soon
as they saw Dennis, they screamed, grabbed their
clothes from the bank and ran away into the bushes,
still screaming.  Their bare bottoms shone in the sun
and one of them dropped her panties.

“Gee, that wasn’t very friendly,” observed Dennis in
surprise.

They stood on the bank and looked down in delight. 
About a yard below them was a clear pool of sparkling
water, about five yards wide.  At the top of it was a
little waterfall of water coming down from the
hillside, just enough of it to make a lovely shower. 
The water in the pool was almost still and it flowed
gently out again at the bottom.

Behind them was an open space, a patch of short grass
surrounded by bushes.  “Here’s our changing room,
guys,” pointed out Dennis, walking into it.

“What are we going to change into?” asked Joey.

“Our bare butts, of course,” Dennis told him. 
“Haven’t you ever swum naked before?  Just make sure
you don’t get your peeny sunburnt or it will fall
off.”  Joey looked alarmed.  He pulled his trousers
out at the waist and checked everything was still
there.

“It sounds so exciting,” exulted Gina, beaming and
clasping her hands together.

“Come on, guys, let’s get changed,” Dennis encouraged
them, sitting down and dragging off his shoes and
socks.  The others did the same.  Then Dennis stood
up, reaching for his buttons.  He pulled one button
off as he wriggled out of his trousers and then took
his shirt off.  He stood there in his white
underpants.

The others followed his lead.  Tommy threw off his
shirt and trousers, while Joey struggled with his. 
Gina took off her shirt and then slid down her jeans.

“Hey, look at Gina’s special underpants,” exclaimed
Tommy as she slipped her jeans over her bare feet. 
The others came to have a look.

The boys were wearing rather ordinary underpants, but
Gina’s panties looked very smooth, soft and silky. 
There was a little line of lace around her waist and
one more around each leg.  The material was a shiny
white and very smooth, stretching all the way down
from her elastic waist to disappear between her legs. 
While the boys’ underpants bulged a little down
between their legs, Gina’s panties were smooth and
rounded at the front.

The boys were fascinated.  They had never really
thought of Gina as a girl before.  They didn’t quite
know what to say.  “Hey, those are real neat, Gina,”
Dennis eventually said.

“Thank you, Dennis,” answered Gina, beaming happily.

“Come on now, guys, let’s go!” exclaimed Dennis,
ripping off his underpants.  He stood there naked, his
little curly white penis shining in the sunlight. 
“This is freedom, guys!” he beamed.

Tommy pulled down his underpants more slowly, his
penis bobbing out into the sunshine.  Gina already had
her panties off.  The boys could not help staring in
fascination at her smooth little vagina with its
hairless skin and plump lips.  “Ya look better than
Margaret,” was all Dennis could say.

“Hey, Dennis, my peeny’s bigger than yours,” boasted
Tommy, thrusting forward his penis, a pink tube with
his little foreskin hanging off the end.

“No, it isn’t,” denied Dennis, pulling at his little
penis by his foreskin.  He and Tommy put their penises
together to compare them.

“Hey, Gina, come and tell us whose is longer,” Tommy
asked, calling for a referee.

Gina came over, quite unconcerned about her own naked
body or the boys’ penises.  Dennis could see he was
about to lose, though.  “I can make mine longer,” he
boasted, pointing it towards Tommy, thrusting his hips
forward and shaking his little penis as he waggled it
up and down with his hands.

“So can I,” retorted Tommy, facing Dennis and shaking
his too.  As they kept shaking, they began to grow
stiff.

Gina stared in fascination.  “They’re going hard,” she
exclaimed, touching Dennis’s penis with her finger.

“Sure thing,” agreed Dennis, continuing to shake it as
his foreskin began to peel back, revealing a little
pink prepuce underneath.

“Mine’s still longer, though,” boasted Tommy, the
clear winner.

“What about Joey?” asked Dennis.  “Look at Joey’s
peeny.  He’s got the smallest one.”

Joey had by now managed to remove all his clothes and
was thrusting his hips forward in an effort to push
his tiny penis into the group.

“Hey, Joey’s is different,” said Dennis, noticing
something.  “Joey, you don’t have any skin over the
end of your peeny.”  Sure enough there was no foreskin
to cover the end of Joey’s tiny purple prepuce.

“What happened to it, Joey?” asked Tommy.

“I – I had a circum – a circum - stance when I was a
baby,” Joey tried to explain.

“What’s that mean?” asked Tommy.

“The doctor cut it off,” Joey explained.

“Why’d he do that?  Where is it now?” asked Dennis.

“I dunno,” answered Joey.

“Didn’t he let you keep it?” asked Dennis.

“Course not,” answered Tommy.  “It’d be much too
small.  It’d get lost.”

“Well, Mr Wilson had his gallstones out last year and
he kept them in a big bottle on his mantelpiece,”
Dennis told him.

“Gracious!  Are they still there?” asked Gina.

“No, the bottle broke,” Dennis explained.

“How’d that happen?” Tommy wanted to know.

“I was playing with one of Mr Wilson’s golf clubs,”
explained Dennis.  “An’ the stupid ole head came off
and broke the bottle.”

“What happened to the gall stones?” asked Gina.

“Ruff was there, and he ate them as soon as they hit
the carpet,” Dennis answered.  “Joey, you should have
kept yours in a bottle on your mantelpiece.”

“It’d be so small nobody would be able to see it,”
chuckled Tommy, looking again at Joey’s tiny white
penis.

“Joey only has a teeny peeny,” put in Dennis, and they
all laughed at his joke.

“What did Mr Wilson say when Ruff ate his gallstones?”
Gina was curious.

“I told him he could easy grow some more for next
year,” Dennis answered.  “And then he said something,
but Dad told me I must never repeat it to anybody
anytime, anyhow.”

Both boys’ penises had now returned to normal size,
and Tommy’s was still the longest.  “My peeny is
number one!” he gloated, jumping up and down and
dancing around, with his penis bobbing up and down, as
if he had won a boxing match.

“Mine’s number two, then,” said Dennis, admitting
defeat.

“Number three,” put in Joey, trying to push his tiny
penis forward again.

“Aw, I’m only number four,” said Gina, pretending to
look sad.

“Shucks, Gina, you don’t have one,” Dennis encouraged
her.  He stared at her little vagina, with its rounded
folds of skin.  “Isn’t there anything inside there?”

“No, I don’t think so,” answered Gina, spreading her
legs apart and using her hands to pull the lips of her
vagina apart.  The boys crowded round to look inside. 
Something white could be seen at the top and something
else a darker pink could just be seen inside.  “But I
don’t mind.”

“Let’s go in the pool now,” suggested Dennis.  Then he
stopped.  “Hey, Joey, don’t do a wee in this pool like
you did in mine last week.”

“I don’t trust him,” said Tommy.  “Joey, you’d better
have a wee before you go in.”

“Let’s all have a wee first,” suggested Dennis.  “I
bet I can wee longer and harder than anyone else.”  He
held his penis in his fingers, pointing upwards, ready
to start.

The four lined up facing the bushes, while Dennis
called out, “Ready, steady, go!”  Immediately three
streams of urine shot into the air and splashed down
into the bushes.  Gina put her legs apart, squatted,
and let loose her stream of urine on to the ground
below.

“Hey, Gina, can’t you stand up to wee like boys can?”
Tommy asked, still holding his penis thrust forward
and pushing hard.  Joey farted as he tried to urinate
harder, and they all giggled.

“I can, but I’ve got nothing to aim with like you
have,” replied Gina, whose stream of urine was
beginning to run dry.

“I’m winning!” crowed Dennis, his urine describing a
gentle curve up into the air and into the bushes. 
Neither Tommy nor Joey could produce anything as
powerful as that.  They began to dry up, and Dennis
was still spraying when all the others had finished.

“Okay, Tommy, that’s one each,” Dennis told him,
shaking the urine off his penis.  “You’ve got the
longest peeny, and I’ve got the strongest peeny.”

“I want to swim now,” said Gina.

“I don’t have my water wings,” protested Joey.

“Joey, don’t be such a baby,” Dennis told him. 
“You’ll be all right.  I’ll try out the water for
you.”

He jumped off the bank and landed with a splash in the
water.  It came up almost to his penis.  “See, Joey,
it’s quite safe,” he told him, as Tommy and Gina also
jumped in, squealing with delight.

“It’s deeper the other side,” said Joey, pointing.

“Well, stay this side then,” Dennis told him.  Joey
slid cautiously into the water as Dennis turned round
and began splashing water at Tommy and Gina.  They
squealed and began to splash back.

Soon all four were having a wonderful time.  All
except Joey ventured into the deeper side of the pool,
where the water came up almost to their necks.  They
were making so much noise that, a few minutes later,
they did not notice that they had a visitor.

Margaret could not help wanting to find out if Dennis
and his friends really were going to Caverty’s Creek,
where she knew they were not allowed to go.  So she
took her dollies home and set out to find them.  She
was not allowed to go to Caverty’s Creek either – but
it was all right for her this time as she was not
going to swim but merely to make sure that Dennis and
his friends were not being naughty.

She was not sure which way to go, but she heard the
others shouting and followed her ears.  She came to
the stream and followed it up the bank.

Soon she could see the tops of heads behind the bank
and see splashes of water flying in the air.  But what
really caught her eye was an open space that had
articles of clothing scattered untidily everywhere. 
She sighed and stood there with her hands on hips in
disgust.  She just could not believe the mess that met
her eye.  Not only were Dennis and his friends out of
bounds, but they had also created a terrible mess!

Sighing with exasperation, she went round picking up
every piece of clothing.  Then, holding them all in
her arms, she stepped over to the bank and looked at
the swimmers for the first time.

She saw four bare bottoms as they all had their backs
to her as they shouted and splashed, back in the
shallow end now.  “Dennis Mitchell!” she exclaimed in
high indignation.

At last they heard her and turned round.  “Hi,
Margaret,” Dennis greeted her, always friendly.  “Come
in and join us.”

“Dennis Mitchell, I am so shocked at you!  You are in
big, big trouble!” Margaret scolded.  “You know you
are not allowed at Caverty’s Creek.”

“Nor are you, Margaret,” Tommy reminded her.

“I have not come to swim,” Margaret informed him.  “I
certainly have not come to swim naked.  And the state
of your clothes is a disgrace!  They were just thrown
untidily all over the place.  You children must get
out this instant and get dressed, or I will send for
your parents.”

“Aw, Margaret, go away, you just want to cause
trouble!” Tommy shouted at her.

“C’mon, guys, weapons trained on the enemy!” shouted
Dennis.  “Prepare to fire!”

They stood in a line facing Margaret.  The three boys
had their penises trained on her, held pointing
forward with their fingers, and hips thrust forward. 
Gina adopted the same posture, only she had no weapon,
so she simply pointed her fingers from her groin at
Margaret and pretended.

“Dennis Mitchell, don’t you dare!” exclaimed Margaret,
horrified.

“Squad, open fire!” ordered Dennis.  But the children
were all out of ammunition, having emptied their
barrels into the bushes before they swam.  So all they
could do was to make machine-gun noises at Margaret.

“Aw, Margaret, don’t be such a spoilsport,” Dennis
accused her.  “This is swell fun.  Come in and join
us.”

“I will not,” said Margaret haughtily.  “Get out of
there this instant, all of you.”

“She doesn’t want us to see her peeny,” piped up Joey.

“Margaret, we can see your underpants,” Tommy informed
her.  They were standing just below the level of
Margaret’s knees, and could very easily see the gusset
of her frilly white panties up her little black skirt.

Just at that moment there was a rustling in the bushes
behind Margaret, and an excited bark.  “It’s Ruff!”
shouted Dennis, seeing his dog.  “He’s found us! 
Here, boy!”

Ruff came bounding towards them at full speed.  “Look
out, Margaret!” warned Tommy.

Margaret did try to get out of the way.  But she
couldn’t see properly behind her with her glasses on
and moved the wrong way.  She moved right into Ruff’s
path as he leapt for Dennis in the pool.  She
teetered, screamed and fell in with a splash.

“Margaret!” yelled the children in the pool, in great
dismay.  But they weren’t worried about her. 
“Margaret, those are our clothes!” wailed Gina.

Margaret pushed herself to the surface of the pool,
gasping for breath.  She let out a wail.  So did the
others.  They were looking at the numerous items of
their clothing floating around in the water.

“You stupid, Margaret, you’ve soaked all our clothes!”
roared Tommy.

Margaret staggered to her feet, pulling off her wet
glasses with her clothes streaming with water.  “It
was that stupid dog!  He knocked me in!” she wailed,
pointing at Ruff, who was romping all over Dennis.

“You got in his way,” Dennis accused her.  “Now you’ve
wet all our clothes!”  The four of them began
scrambling around in the water, finding all their
clothes.

“What about my clothes?” sobbed Margaret.  “I’m still
wearing mine.  My mommy says I’ll get sick if I wear
wet clothes.”

“Well, take them off, then, before you get sick,”
advised Gina.

Still sniffing, Margaret began to undo the buttons on
her blouse.  She dragged off the soaking wet garment
and then her skirt.  She stood there in her frilly
white vest and panties, holding herself tightly and
snivelling unhappily.

“Gee, Margaret, you’d better get your undies off
before you catch penny-monia,” Dennis advised her.

Reluctantly Margaret pulled off her vest, revealing a
flat bony chest covered in little freckles.  “I can’t
take my panties off,” she protested.

“Ya must,” Tommy told her.  “You’ll get sick.  And
you’ll get nappy rash if you wear wet underpants.”

“She doesn’t want us to see her peeny,” said Joey.

“Girls don’t have peenies,” Margaret told him
indignantly.

“Why are ya so shy, then?” Tommy wanted to know.

Shyly Margaret peeled off her wet panties.  She was
very white underneath, and her little freckled vagina
nestled between her legs at the bottom of her mound.

“I don’t see no peeny,” said Joey, investigating. 
Margaret immediately put her hands down and covered
her white groin.

“Margaret’s got no peeny,” Dennis began to chant. 
“Margaret’s got no peeny.  Margaret’s got . . .”

“She don’t have any boobies either,” added Tommy,
scrutinising her chest.

“You boys are going to get into such trouble about
this,” threatened Margaret.  “And you too, Gina.”

“So will you!” Dennis warned her.  “You’re not allowed
to swim at Caverty’s Creek, and you’re playing in the
water with us.”

“I didn’t mean to,” wailed Margaret.  The prospect of
being in trouble herself worried her even more. 
“Somebody give me a towel.”

“Heck, we don’t have no towels,” Dennis told her.  “We
didn’t know you was gonna come join us, Margaret.”

“I didn’t!” objected Margaret.  “Your stupid dog
pushed me in.  How can I get dry without a towel?  And
I’ve got nothing to wear!”

The others all looked at each other.  Their clothes
were all wet and they had nothing to wear either.

“Heck, we can’t go back home like this,” objected
Tommy.  “Not after that silly ole Margaret wet our
clothes.  Everyone’ll see our peenies.”

“They won’t see Margaret’s,” pointed out Joey.

“We must spread out our clothes in the sun,” Gina told
them, climbing out of the pool and doing that to her
garments.  “Then they’ll dry.”

“How long will it take?” Tommy wanted to know.

“It’ll take hours, even in this weather,” wailed
Margaret.  “What can we do till then?  You silly boys
should have brought towels.”

“Heck, we can go get some if you’re fussy,” said
Dennis.

“Where from?” asked Margaret anxiously.

“That ole path carries on just behind our house,”
Dennis told them.  “I’ll get some from home.  Just
wait for me.”

He set off down the path.  “I’m coming!” called Gina,
following him.

“Don’t leave me here!” wailed Joey, trotting after
them.

“Heck, I’m not staying here with ole Margaret,”
snorted Tommy.

“Margaret, you stay here and guard the clothes,”
Dennis told her.

“I’m not staying here without any clothes on,”
whimpered Margaret.  “I’m coming with you.”

They had an argument, but in the end decided they
would all have to go and get towels from Dennis’s
house.  They walked back along the path.  They had
just left the bank when Dennis crouched to the ground.

“They can see us from those houses here,” he told the
others.  “We’ll have to crawl.”  They dropped down to
all fours.

“Dennis, I feel so ashamed crawling along like this,”
wailed Margaret from the back.

“Heck, Margaret, you can stand up and walk if you want
to,” Dennis told her.  “The rest of us don’t want
anybody seeing us.”

They crawled along for a few yards.  Then Gina gave a
giggle.

“Whasso funny, Gina?” asked Dennis, who was crawling
in front of her.

“Sorry, Dennis, but you look so funny,” she told him. 
“You’ve got a little bag that’s dangling down under
your bottom when you crawl.  And then there’s your
peeny hanging down as well, and it all wobbles when
you crawl.”  She reached out and prodded his testicles
with her finger.

“Hey, that tickles,” giggled Dennis.

“Gina, you look even funnier,” Tommy called out from
behind her.  “I can see up the hole in your bottom. 
And your pussy comes between your legs and it looks
like the zip on my sweater.”

Gina giggled.  Margaret, at the back, moaned.  “Will
you hurry up, Dennis,” she called out.  “It’s horrible
being behind Joey.  He doesn’t wipe his bottom and he
makes windipops.”

Joey giggled, stuck his bottom out and tried to fart
again.  “Ya want me to make a doodoo as well?” he
asked.

“Certainly not!” retorted Margaret, scandalised.

“Ya can came in front of me if ya like,” Joey offered.

“No, thank you,” replied Margaret icily.  She
certainly did not want any of the others behind her,
looking up her bottom and between her legs.

“Look what I can do with my peeny, Margaret,” giggled
Joey, turning round, sitting down with his knees up
and legs apart, and reaching down for his penis.  He
held his little white penis between his fingers and
wiggled up and down, trying to make it stiff.

“Oh, Joey, don’t be so gross!” squealed Margaret,
turning her head away and closing her eyes in disgust.

Slowly they crawled along the path.  Crawling can be
fun for short distances, but this was too far.  Soon
they were all tired and sore.  Fortunately they did
not meet anyone else coming along the path.

It seemed an age before they finally reached Dennis’s
back fence.  Dennis peered over it very carefully. 
“My mom’s in the kitchen,” he told the others.

“Where are the towels?” Gina asked him.

Dennis suddenly gave a guilty start.  “They’re still
in the wash!” he remembered.  “Remember we used them
to clear up all that mud from the veranda yesterday
before Mom saw it?  When she found out she put them
all in the wash.”

“Well, Dennis Mitchell, just what do you expect us all
to do then now that we’re naked?” demanded Margaret,
somewhere close to both rage and tears.

“That’s easy,” smiled Dennis.  “We can get some from
Mr Wilson’s house instead.  They’ve even got a loose
plank in their back hedge.  I saw them both go out in
their car not long ago, an’ Mrs Wilson was all dressed
up like she was going somewhere special.  They won’t
be back for a long time.  I know how to get in their
kitchen window and I know where they keep their
towels.”

“Now yer talking, Dennis,” Tommy encouraged him.

Keeping their heads well down, they crawled further
along the back row of fences until they reached the
Wilsons’ property.  Dennis pulled back the loose plank
and they could see through to the Wilsons’ back yard.

“Look, Margaret,” grinned Joey, pumping his penis with
his fingers again, while she squealed and scolded him
as he knew she would.

“C’mon, you guys,” encouraged Dennis, squeezing
through under the plank.  The others followed him one
by one, with Margaret at the end.

Dennis was just opening the kitchen window when Tommy
hissed at him.  “Hey, Dennis!  The kitchen door’s
unlocked,” he announced.

“Gee, that’s careless of Mr Wilson,” said Dennis. 
“Just any ole body could walk into his house and he
wouldn’t know about it.”

They crawled in through the back door and then, once
they were inside, they stood up and breathed freely
again.  Nobody could see them now.

“Come, guys, let’s play in the lounge,” suggested
Dennis, running in and bouncing on the sofa.  It was
such a thrill to play on all the furniture naked for
the first time.

“Dennis, we shouldn’t be doing this,” protested
Margaret, trying to make herself heard above the
noise.  “We must just borrow the towels, that’s all.”

“Let’s enjoy ourselves first,” laughed Dennis, turning
a somersault on the sofa, his little penis hanging
upside down as he went over.  His feet knocked Mrs
Wilson’s reading lamp and it fell over.  Margaret ran
to put it upright again.

After a few minutes of fun, Dennis grew serious again.
 “Time to get those towels, guys,” he said, running
out of the door and up the stairs.

“Dennis Mitchell, you had better stay and clear up
this mess in the lounge first,” Margaret insisted.

“We can do that later,” Dennis assured her.  “Let’s
get those towels first.”  Margaret felt she ought to
stay and tidy up, but she was so anxious to cover
herself up that she followed the gang up the stairs,
in search of a towel.

“Where are the towels, Dennis?” asked Joey.

“On the shelf over the bath,” Dennis answered,
plunging into the bathroom.  “Mrs Wilson keeps all the
dry towels – hey!”

They had been making so much noise that they had not
heard a rumbling and wheezing noise coming from the
bathroom.  Dennis was completely taken by surprise as
he plunged into the bathroom, followed by the others.

Dennis had been right when he said Mr and Mrs Wilson
had gone out in the car.  But there were several other
things he did not know.  Mr Wilson was driving Mrs
Wilson off to a ladies’ meeting.  On his way home, he
dropped the car in at a garage to have the plugs
changed.  He walked the short distance back home, and
would go to collect the car and Mrs Wilson later on. 
In the meantime, he ran himself a large bath, settled
down in it and fell asleep.

The gang stopped in the bathroom, amazed to see the
snoring form of Mr Wilson lying in the bath.  His big
purple penis floated on the water, with a mass of grey
hair above it.  They all stared, speechless.

Then Joey said in awe, “Gee, Dennis, Mr Wilson has the
biggest, hairiest peeny I’ve ever seen!”

“Joey, don’t be so rude,” scolded Margaret.  “Dennis,
I think we ought to leave.”

“We need those towels first,” whispered Dennis.  He
pointed at a shelf above the bath.  Several neatly
folded towels were stacked on it.  “Help me up, guys.”

The shelf was directly over Mr Wilson’s body.  Dennis
balanced himself of the edge of the bath while Tommy
and Gina held his feet.  He placed one hand on the
wall and reached the other up to the towels.  His
little penis dangled down in front of him as he did
so.

He threw one down.  Joey reached for it but Margaret
grabbed it first.  Very quickly and neatly she wrapped
it around her body, under the arms and hanging down
almost to her knees.  At last she had something to
cover her shame.

Joey grabbed the next that came down.  Then Dennis
threw down two more, and reached for the final one. 
As he did so, Tommy and Gina grabbed for the towels
that he had just thrown down, letting go of Dennis’s
ankles.  The moment Dennis grasped his own towel, he
felt his feet slipping.

With a yell of surprise, he fell.  There was a sudden
fearsome roar from Mr Wilson as Dennis landed right on
top of him, towel and all.  Four other children
disappeared out of the bathroom door and down the
stairs as fast as their legs could carry them. 
Dennis, soaking wet, grabbed his wet towel, scrambled
off the heaving, bellowing mass that was Mr Wilson and
followed them.

Mr Wilson had a glimpse of a bare bottom disappearing
out of his bathroom door.  “Dennis!” he bellowed.  “Is
that you again!?”

Dennis did not stop for conversation.  He flew down
the stairs and out of the back door after the others,
heading for the loose plank in the back fence. 
Margaret was the last to escape.  She tried to keep
her dignity intact with her towel around her waist,
but she tripped over it and tumbled down the stairs,
landing on her back at the bottom with her legs
splayed apart.  Joey, who had been behind her, could
not resist the temptation to drop his hand down
between her legs as she lay there for an instant. 
Then he ran on and, quite humiliated, Margaret picked
herself up and followed them, still trying to cover
herself with the towel.

If any of them had looked back, they would have seen,
moments later, the furious figure of Mr Wilson racing
after them, reaching the back door, skidding to the
most sudden of sudden stops, and then running back
upstairs again to find some clothes.  Furious though
he was, Mr Wilson was not so angry as to chase naked
children without a stitch on his own body.

By the time Mr Wilson had found his clothes, Dennis
and his friends were back at the creek, towels
flapping around them.  “Now nobody can see our peenies
any more,” grinned Joey.

Tommy was sitting on the ground investigating his
testicles.  “These are sore, Dennis,” he complained. 
“I scratched them on that ole fence as we crawled
through.”

“We can’t go back and check if they’re still dangling
there,” laughed Dennis.  “Come on, gang!”  He threw
off his towel and stood there, his little penis
glinting in the sunshine.  Then he grabbed hold of
Gina and the two of them fell into the pool together,
laughing.

It had been a narrow escape.  Oblivious of the future,
they played and splashed happily in the swimming hole,
even Margaret, while their clothes dried, without
wondering what their parents would say when Mr Wilson
reported his mugging by a gang of ten (he had no idea
of the numbers) naked children . . .

The End.



	
	
		
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