Having got that far, I asked her young friend to open his trousers so she was able to see his immature penis, which was quite flaccid. I reached over and gently started to rub it and made grow a little larger.
I explained that it was smaller and only grew a little bit because he was a lot younger than I was.
I then asked her to remove her panties but she suddenly went shy and didn't want to. I started to gently cajole her, saying, “It was not very fair as we had both showed her our penises but she would not show us her slit.”
After about 15 minutes of careful persuasion, she finally agreed to the flip of a coin. Heads: she would do it and tails: we would leave. I had suggested this as a last resort and promised to abide by what happened.
With much trepidation I flipped the coin and can I remember that I was shaking so much that I dropped it and had to try again. To my enormous relief it came up heads, but even after this she was still very reluctant, so I tried to think of a way to make it easier for her. I suggested that she remove her panties but leave her dress down so we could see nothing until she was ready.
She was very hesitant but in the end did so and pulled her panties completely off while keeping her dress covering her genitals.
Once we got that far, I suggested that she lift her dress up and down very quickly. She did this once, and we had a tantalizing glimpse of her pretty young genitals. I said, “it was easy wasn't it” and praised her.
With a little more prompting, she was persuaded her to do it again and again, each time holding her dress up a little longer. After a few minutes of this, she held her dress fully up for us to both to look.
Wanting to go further, I said, “She was kneeling so we were unable to see her slit properly.”
As I had a long overcoat with me, I suggested that she lie down on that so we could look at her better. I placed the coat on the ground and, with a little encouragement; she lay down and parted her legs. I suspect she thought we were just going to look, but I immediately reached out, pulled her knees apart and touched her slit. This made her start and she immediately sat up and closed her legs. I persuaded her that I was not going to hurt her and eventually she relented and lay down again, and after a few minutes of very gentle fondling, seemed to quite enjoy the sensations and spread her legs even further to allow better access.
I asked the younger boy if he wanted to touch her but he said that he would just watch so my delightful game went on for about 15 or 20 minutes. By then I was getting very uncomfortable so I mentioned that I could make some “white stuff” come out of my penis and “did they want to see this happen”. They both seemed interested and I masturbated into my hand. By this stage I was aware that I could get girls pregnant, and as the intense sexual urges had now subsided, I suggested that we should stop and leave. Surprisingly she said she did not want to, and asked me to tickle her genitals again. I was not prepared to risk touching her in case I still had semen in my fingers, so I suggested that we meet again the following week, to which she agreed.
We dressed and after making sure no cars were coming, I helped them out of the ditch and we left and made our own way home. On the way back, I realized that I did not even know her name The following Saturday I was full of excitement and rode to that park as soon as I could get away from my chores. After looking for about 40 minutes, and thinking she was not coming, I found her walking with a pram. To this day I can still remember my incredibly intense feelings of disappointment. She told me that she was babysitting her new sister and her mother had told her to take her baby sister for a walk in the park. All we were able to do was to sit on the original picnic seat to talk and with her agreement, I was able to put my hand under her dress and briefly touch her genitals through her panties.
She said she had to return home and after she had gone I realized that I still didn't know her name and despite searching the park all summer, I never saw her again. I often wondered where she is now.
Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
My “Thingy”
When I think back on those years, I am constantly amazed at the chances I took and how often my activities could have turned into a disaster. That they didn't, I put down to enormous luck. All I every asked the girls was something like: “You won't tell anyone about our little secret, will you?” Apart from the one time, they never did. I also now realize how amazingly naive I was, and to illustrate, here are a couple of examples.
At about that time a popular type of girls swimsuit was made of a red knit material. Perhaps a manufacturer had purchased a bulk line. As most of the girls that I had success with recently had been wearing this type of swimsuit, I formed the silly theory that the two went 'hand in hand'. I reasoned that if a girl wore that type of swimsuit, she would be easy. One day I saw a girl dressed like this and started following her around, looking for an opportunity to talk to her. Suddenly she stopped and yelled at me that if I didn't stop following her, she would tell her parents. I can tell you that this destroyed my fancy theory very quickly.
On another occasion, I used to meet another boy (lets call him “D') at the park to play. We had done this for many weeks and it was perfectly normal teenage tomfoolery. One day he turned up with his sister (“E') who was probably a year younger. She was an absolute “stunner” and was just starting to develop tiny breasts.
In those days we were able to hire crude heavy two seat boats to use on the stream. I won't dignify them by calling them canoes, as they were horribly heavy things made of sheet metal covering a wooden frame. I had just hired one when “D” and “E” arrived, so I offered to take them with me one at a time. Of course I took “E” first. The stream was very busy and there were a lot of people around, so there was nothing I could do just there. As I paddled, I just casually mentioned that her dress was very pretty and at the same time moved in my seat and parted my legs so that it became obvious that I had a large and very prominent bulge in my swimming trunks.
I could see her taking sideways looks at it and so I hesitantly asked what color panties she was wearing. She looked at me and after a second, said “white” then she said, “would you like to see them?” I couldn't believe my ears and my heart pounded and of course I said “yes”. She slightly lifted and parted her legs and I had a lovely view of an attractive crotch with a tiny pair of panties showing the outline of her slit very clearly. I then suggested that perhaps we could meet without her brother the following day and she agreed to do so.
I returned to shore concealing my erection with great difficulty and then took her brother out in the boat. To this day I don't know why, but I told him that I had arranged to meet his sister to play the next day. On the Sunday I arrived but to my intense disappointment, she never turned up. Later in the day I was speaking to some friends and casually mentioned I wonder where “E” was. I was told that she had got into some trouble with a boy and was not allowed to come to the park to play. I presume that “D” told his parents for which I never forgave him. I only ever saw him once after that. We never spoke and I never saw “E” again.
Having described how naive I was, I should also say that some parents were as well. I was frequently able to gain access to young girls with the parent's full permission and even sometimes in the house when they were there. I don't know if I just looked trustworthy, but take this example.
Time had passed and I had now started work and had saved enough money for an old car. We lived in a block of flats and now we had new neighbors with three daughters.
At this stage I was about 17 or 18 and I think that the two older girls were 11 and 12 while the younger was about six.
Summer came, and one Saturday morning I told their mother that I was going to a local river for a swim and “would the girls like to come?” Mrs. X said “Y” (the youngest) was too young but the two older ones could go if they wished. They jumped at the chance so away we drove off and had a very pleasant morning. I was very cautious and attempted nothing for several weeks and repeated this trip to the river each Saturday for the next six or seven weekends while all the time I was trying to engineer a situation.
One Saturday, to see what the reaction would be, I had prearranged my underwear so my penis hung down the leg of the shorts that I was wearing. Of course when I got into my car, I sat so the leg of my shorts pushed up and allowed the head of my penis to protruded slightly.
After a few minutes they noticed it and giggling, said that my “THINGY” was showing. I apologized and said that I must have a hole in my underpants. They seemed to find this very funny and spent the rest of the 40-minute trip to the river talking and giggling quietly to each other. I took this to be a good sign and I frantically wracked my brains for a suitable way to get myself or the girls undressed by accident. I was a bit older now and more cautious of the brazen approach that I had used when I was younger. I was 17 and didn't think “playing Mothers and Fathers” was quite suitable.
Shortly after we arrived that day, I dived in and almost lost my swimming trunks, which immediately gave me an idea.
Hiding under the water, I loosened the ties and slid them off and, while keeping under water I hid them in the
