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War Games
by Estragon (rgt@well.com)

***

A girl writes a letter to her best friend who moved 
away about a day during the summer where she got to 
demonstrate girl superiorness when she and her 
girlfriends met up with a bunch of the neighborhood 
boys playing war. (g+/b+, youths, femdom, 1st, mast, 
exh, mc)

***

Dear Caroline, 

We miss you here a lot. It'll be funny going back to 
school without you. I mean, you were still here a year 
ago and then you were gone. Thank you for your letter. 
I'm glad you like where you're living. 

I have to tell you something incredible, but you have 
to promise to believe me. It's all true, okay? Then 
when you're done reading this you'd better throw this 
letter away. Tear it up first though. Here goes. 

Well, you know how boring things get by the end of the 
summer and you have to admit that you'll be glad when 
school starts? So I'm bored like that last week, and 
it's really hot out and the pool is closed because of 
the filters and I think I'm going to jump out of my 
skin I'm so bummed. I'm sitting in front of the a.c. 
flipping through my mom's Vogue Magazine and just 
looking at the pictures of the models and daydreaming, 
thinking it must be nice to be a beautiful grown-up 
like them. 

I mean a woman. You know.

And I'm saying the word, woman, over and over again in 
my mind and saying, Rachel the Woman, I'm Rachel the 
Woman, and it sounds good to me. It sounds right. Just 
hold on, Rache, I tell myself, and you'll get there. 
Suddenly my mom says, "Golly Rache, why don't you go 
out or something? I bet you're sorry you didn't go to 
summer camp after all."

I didn't even answer her but I'm not sorry I didn't go 
to camp. I'd rather be bummed right here. All I said 
was, "Mom, did you really say Golly?" 

Okay, I'm getting to it. So I called up Darcy Bloom and 
she and I and this girl Melanie who started in fifth 
just after you moved and who's a lot like you too, same 
blonde hair, we decide to go down to the park. We 
walked over to the dog-run except there were no dogs 
there. It was too hot. There was virtually nobody 
there. So we sat under a tree and talked about what to 
do. 

You remember there's like a wall of trees there at the 
side of the pond area?

So from the other side of the wall we hear voices, boy 
voices, and I'm pretty sure one of them is Bobby Brooks 
who's already twelve, you have to know him. That's when 
I said, "Let's look and see." Darcy and Melanie didn't 
want to, but they followed me through the trees and 
yes, there was Bobby and four other boys pretending to 
be shooting at one another with invisible guns.

There's Mike Kelley and Jeffrey sometimes call Jeffie 
because he hates it, and a kid named Paul and another 
boy I didn't really know his name. 

"Shit," Bobby said when he saw us. "No girls, thank 
you." 

"We want to play too," I said in my whiniest girl 
voice, just to give him a little trouble. He's a couple 
years older than us and the other boys and he liked to 
show what a tough guy he was. 

"You can't fucking play with us," he said loudly. 
"We're playing war. Girls can't play fucking war." 

"Oh, they're playing war! Pardon me, fucking war. Wow." 
Like, I really want to play war with them and their 
invisible guns. But I felt really teed off that they 
won't let us, so I said, "Yes we can."

Darcy said, "Come on Rachel, we don't care." Melanie 
didn't say anything because she still feels like the 
new girl. But I decided I wanted to win this one even 
if I didn't really want to play, so I made myself real 
girl-like. 

"Please, Bobby," I said and wiggled my body around a 
bit. "Please can we play war with you?" 

"No fucking way," he said. 

I wanted to tell him to wash his mouth out, but I just 
wiggled some more and said, "We can be nurses, if you 
get wounded." I'm thinking, right, those invisible guns 
are going to do a lot of harm. But I didn't say it. I 
wanted to win, so I didn't make fun of them. 

"Shit Bobby, let them be nurses," Jeffie said. 

So Bobby agreed. He told us that the hospital would be 
under one of the trees and he told us to wait there. So 
Darcy and I and Melanie went and sat under the tree and 
the boys went on fighting their war, jumping out at one 
another from behind trees and bushes, and we girls just 
sat there waiting, watching their stupid war. 

"This is really boring," Melanie said. 

"Really!" Darcy said. 

"Bobby," I whined, "this is really boring." 

"Fucking shit," he said. He gave me a furious look that 
actually made me a little scared. He started to come 
towards me and I didn't know what he was planning to 
do. So I kind of backed up and I tripped on Darcy and 
fell sort of into her lap. And Bobby started laughing, 
so then the other boys did too. 

"Okay," Bobby said, like an announcement. "Okay men," 
he said, "somebody has to get wounded." 

"Fuck that," Mike Kelley said. 

Bobby glared at him. "Fuck that!? he shouts, like a 
question. He tried to say Insubordination and made a 
mess of it. "Instub-hord and ation," he said, or 
something like that, and he tried to sound tough like a 
captain but his voice was breaking because he was only 
twelve. So he turned red instead, really and truly 
turns red, and then he said, "Fuck it, I'll get wounded 
myself. Just give me a minute." 

"Sure," I said. "The nurses are waiting though," and I 
flash him a smile for some reason. He went back to his 
war. He forgot to get wounded. 

"This sucks," Darcy says. So I called out his name, 
just once, sort of sing it out, "Bob-b-b-y!" 

"Oh, yeah," he sais and then says to the other boys. 
"Okay men, I'm wounded. But I'll be back. Keep up the 
good work, men." And he comes toward the trees. "I'm 
wounded," he told us. "Help."

"We get it," Darcy said. 

I told Bobby that I was the head nurse. He nodded. 
"Cool with me," he said.

I told him to come with me and we go a little way into 
the grove where nobody could see us except Darcy and 
Melanie who were near and I told him to lie down. "You 
COULD act like you're wounded," I said. He groans as if 
he's wounded. I look at the girls and wink as if to 
say, I'm winning. 

Bobby lies down on the grass and I ask him where he's 
wounded. "You're the fucking nurse," he said. 

"Come on, Bobby," I replied, "just tell me." 

He pointed to somewhere on his stomach. I began to 
examine him. I pressed on his stomach. "Here?" I asked. 

"Sure," he said, "why not?" 

He was starting to tee me off again so I said, "No, I 
don't think so," and I moved my hand a little lower. I 
saw that I was tickling him. "Am I getting warmer?" I 
asked. And I moved my hand a little lower again. Bobby 
just lay there making little noises because I was 
tickling him. But he just lay there and didn't really 
move. 

Now, Carrie, I went and I did something I still can't 
believe. Bobby's tee shirt was tucked into his jeans, 
you know, and suddenly I just tugged it out and there 
was his naked belly button. For a second I was afraid 
he'd be mad and I just stayed still. But he didn't do 
much of anything. Squirmed maybe but that's all. 

So I start pressing his stomach again but lower down 
and now on his bare skin this time. Pressing just with 
a couple of fingers. And then I pressed a little harder 
and I let my fingers slip a little lower until they 
were right at the top of his pants. I'm making myself a 
little nervous doing this, you know, but I look up at 
Bobby's face and, Carrie, his eyes were closed and he 
had a fun expression on his face, sort of pained but 
happy too. I don't know. Some kind of funny expression. 
So I just keep going. 

I didn't let his pants stop me. I pushed his jeans down 
a little. Just a little. It was fascinating. Darcy and 
Melanie moved closer and they were watching what I was 
doing without a peep out of them. I was really just 
staring at Bobby's belly and seeing my fingers pressing 
it and I almost didn't remember that they were mine. I 
was staring and was like another girl was doing this. 
Bobby had a little line of hair going down from his 
belly button. I saw my fingers running up and down this 
line. 

"Hey, Bobby!" one of the boys yells over, "when are you 
getting out of the hospital?"

Bobby jumped like he's been asleep. He sort of barks 
back, "Soon, getting out soon."

I leaned my whole hand on his stomach and said like a 
nurse, "Not so soon, young fellow, you have a lot of 
recovering to do."

Bobby said, I swear Carrie, Bobby said, "I know I do, 
it's okay."

"There, there," I said, and I put my hand on his 
forehead and pushed down and closed his eyes for him. 
Then I went back to his belly. 

Oh god, Carrie. I looked down there and I saw like his 
pup, that's what my brother calls his thing, his pup 
pushing up inside his pants. For a minute I couldn't 
think of what to do. I really wanted to touch it but I 
was too scared. Finally I said, "Bobby, we're going to 
have to get you out of this shirt."

I asked Darcy to help me. Bobby let us do it. He lifted 
himself up on his elbows and then he lifted one arm and 
then the other and Darcy had his shirt pulled off. Then 
she said, "Why isn't anyone else getting wounded?"

Melanie said, "Yeah, why?"

And what do you know, Jeffie suddenly yelled, "I'm hit, 
oh god, I'm hit, help me." Darcy went running and 
brought him back with his arm right across her shoulder 
like in a movie. And then Mikey bit the dust and 
Melanie had to go get him. Things are really changing 
fast. Lots of casualties. The tide was turning, 
whatever that means. 

I wanted to put my fingers a little way further, just a 
little way, into Bobby's pants but I was really afraid. 
So I asked him if it would be okay. I mean I'm still 
playing the game, right, so I said, "I'm afraid the 
injury is lower down Bobby."

"Whatever," he said, in a really hoarse voice. 

He was lying there and his shirt was lying there next 
to him and I saw that he was sweating, so I wiped his 
forehead with his shirt and then kind of left it there 
on his head covering his eyes. Then I just casually let 
my hand slide down his body over one of his nipples and 
down his belly and I took my time and made him squirm a 
bit. And when my hand got to his pants this time I just 
forced it on under. But it didn't get very far. His 
pants were too tight and he was wearing a belt. 

What do I do, Carrie? I really wish I had you there to 
tell me. I looked around for Darcy and Melanie but each 
had a boy on the ground too and they were pretty much 
imitating me with Bobby but not quite as far as I'd 
gone. Darcy had Jeffie's shirt pulled up and she was 
pretending to do some operation on him down near his 
belly-button. He looked smooth as a baby. He's our age. 
He didn't have that line of hair Bobby had. Melanie had 
Mikey's shirt off too but she had her hand right where 
his penis was, Carrie, right there, I mean where it 
would be if he didn't have his blue jeans on. 

I heard Mikey whisper to her, "Don't let Bobby see, 
don't let Jeffie." 

"Bobby has a bandage over his eyes stupid," Melanie 
said, "and Jeffie is having an operation," and she 
laughed at her own joke. 

We girls looked at one another. The other two boys, 
Paulie and I think his name was Kevin, kept looking 
over our way, craning their necks, but go on playing 
their dumb war game which looked really stupid now that 
there are only two guys fighting the war. Seeing them 
look so stupid out there made me feel I'm smarter and 
stronger than them and all of a sudden I had no more 
fear. I mean maybe a little. But not enough to keep me 
from unbuckling Bobby's belt and opening the button on 
his pants. 

Then I took a deep breath and shoved my hand right down 
into them. But like how could I forget that boys wear 
underpants too? So my hand went on top of Bobby's 
shorts and that still made him groan or something. Very 
slowly I moved down until there's no mistaking that I 
was in his pants and just a couple of fractions of an 
inch away from his penis. 

I couldn't believe I was doing it but with my other 
hand I unzipped Bobby's pants and let my hand that was 
already in them just slide right over his penis. Bobby 
tried to say something but he sounded like he was 
choking. I think he said Yes or something, but I just 
thought it was funny that all I had to do was move my 
hand a little and he wouldn't even be able to talk, and 
I was still on top of his shorts. 

"Bobby, let's pull these down," I said and gave him a 
tap on the hip to get him to lift himself up so I could 
pull down his jeans. Bobby lifted up his behind right 
away, like he didn't even think about it. This was 
making me so excited, Caroline, I can't even tell you. 
I pulled his pants down and then he was there in his 
shorts which are those white kind that fit tightly with 
a fly and a place for him to bulge. And he was bulging 
all right.

I had to just stare at him for a while. His underpants 
were really stretched out and they looked kind of like 
a woman's blouse if you know what I mean. I stared and 
stared because I'd never really seen a boy, you know, 
like that before. 

Finally I put my hand right on Bobby's bulge. I pushed 
down on the spot and, god, the thing was totally stiff 
and big. It was soft and stiff at the same time, sort 
of like hard rubber. 

Bobby didn't complain one bit. Carrie, he was so into 
it, it was starting to make me worried. I'd be pressing 
his stiff penis down and he'd start to push back at me. 
He'd be lifting his butt and really push against my 
hand as if I wasn't doing it hard enough for him. 

"Okay Bobby," I said, "I'm going to move to a different 
position now. You just stay like you are and I'm going 
to sit on your legs so I can see things better."

So I sat on his legs facing him. I didn't even think 
about being too heavy. I didn't even care at this 
point. Bobby still had his shirt over his eyes so he 
couldn't see how I was smiling. I was just feeling 
incredibly excited, Carrie. I did all kinds of things 
to Bobby and he just let me.

I tickled him on the stomach and sides, I pressed down 
really hard with my fingers right into the place that 
was sticking up on his shorts. I pulled out a few of 
those hairs of his. He said Ow but he didn't budge.

Then, wanting to get a real reaction from him I started 
in on his penis. I bent it every which way. It was such 
a funny feeling thing, it was hard and not hard,  
springy and sort of... weird. It just didn't feel like 
anything else that I'd ever touched before, that's all.

I wanted Darcy and Melanie to feel it too but was 
afraid to ask them. I mean, I guess Jeffie and Mikey 
were okay but they're a lot younger than Bobby and so 
wouldn't be as big down there. Or have any hair. 

I looked over and Darcy had Jeffie's pants pulled down 
a little way and Melanie was still there with Mikey. I 
waved and the girls waved back sort of a "Right On," go 
for it sign. 

I looked back down at Bobby, then said, "Now Bobby," I 
said, "there's something I have to do. You have to lay 
perfectly still no matter what, okay?"

Bobby sort of moaned.

"Okay," I said, "I'm going to start to do it now."

He tried to lift his head and it looked like he might 
be reaching for the shirt over his eyes, so I slapped 
his hand and said, "Oh no, young man, none of that. Do 
you understand? Just lie completely still, got it?"

Bobby nodded. 

Wow, Carrie. 

"Here goes, Bobby," I said, "work with me."

Then, believe it or not, I started to pull Bobby's 
underpants down. I did it a little at a time in case he 
freaked out. But he not only didn't freak out, he 
cooperated. Like he lifted himself and helped me when I 
needed it. I went slowly anyhow.

Bobby had hair growing above where his penis stuck out. 
I pulled some it tentatively and then I really gave it 
a yank. What I really wanted to do was to lift him up 
by his hairs. Somehow I got that across to him and 
then, like his hairs where a handle, I pulled straight 
up and Bobby played along and shoved his behind up and 
it was like I was lifting him. I could tell it hurt him 
to have his hairs pulled like that but he went along 
with me anyway. 

"Bobby, are you ready now?" I asked. 

He knew what I meant. Do you know what I mean, Carrie? 
I mean here I was, I was going to pull down Bobby's 
underpants all the way. I played with them a while. I 
pulled up the elastic waist and let it snap back at 
Bobby. I did it harder and harder and the elastic made 
a smacking sound and Bobby jumped a little. "Good boy," 
I told him. 

What a good boy Bobby was. He actually smiled like he 
was a little boy and I'm the teacher and praising him. 
"Okay, Bobby, it's time," I said and just like that I 
pulled his underpants down and his penis was out there 
in the open and his little balls in their bags. I left 
his shorts right under his nuts because I liked the way 
they made them stand out like little golf balls. 

To tell you the truth, Carrie, I'm glad I'm not a boy. 
I really felt sorry for Bobby with those funny looking 
things attached to him that he couldn't hide. His penis 
was kind of big and it twitched around. I kept poking 
it and it bounced here and there and then came back 
where I could poke it again. It's such a stupid looking 
thing really. 

My touches were doing wild things to Bobby. Like he was 
a wreck from it. I was just playing around and he was a 
nervous wreck. He was making noises I can't even 
describe and he was squirming all around. It didn't 
take much to guess that I was in control. So that's why 
I'm glad that I'm a girl and not a boy. But I really 
learned things doing those things. It's what my mom 
calls a Learning Experience. I had one. And I think 
Bobby may have had one too. 

All I wanted to do was to poke around on Bobby and see 
how his thing worked. I kind of scooped his nuts up in 
my hand and rolled them around with my fingers and dug 
my fingernails into them. They felt totally strange, 
hard and bouncy, like tiny squishy balls. I guess 
there's a reason they're called balls. They don't 
really feel like nuts, you know. Bad choice of words I 
guess. Groan. And inside and all around them there's 
this stuff, just this lumpy stuff sticking out and you 
can move absolutely everything around in there. They 
look like big pink prunes.

It's so weird, Carrie, and I'm so glad I don't have 
balls and you don't either so I can tell you about 
them. 

Then I squeezed his balls tight in my fist and they 
start to bulge around my fingers, and I don't think 
Bobby liked that so much, so I made a deep voice and 
said, "Lie still Bobby, and take it like a soldier." I 
looked over and Darcy and Melanie are breaking up 
laughing. Darcy had Jeffie's penis out through the fly 
in his underpants and she was wagging it around. But I 
could hardly see it because her hand was hiding it and 
it wasn't all that big, I mean Jeffie's penis, not 
Darcy's hand, but Darcy didn't seem to mind. 

Bobby tried to lie still so that I would continue 
playing with him. I was getting into making him hard. I 
squeezed his little sacks tight and his nuts or balls 
or whatever they're called stood out and then I kind of 
snapped my fingers against them. Bobby let out such a 
yowl it made me jump. 

"Ow! Shit!" he yelled. Everybody stops what they're 
doing. I think I've broken the moment and there was 
still more I wanted to do. I was also afraid he was mad 
and was going to be the tough boy again. 

Then something clicks in my brain and suddenly I'm 
fine, I'm not afraid. "Be strong Bobby," I said. "Be 
tough." And I just snapped my fingers the same way 
again and he did jump a little and let out a squeal but 
that was all. He was really trying to be tough, but for 
me it was funny how easily I could control him.

I started to say, "Good boy," then I thought No, say 
Good man, then I thought No again, say Good boy. So I 
said, "Good boy Bobby. My good little boy," and I 
wrapped my fingers around his penis and squeezed him, 
and I could tell by the fact that he closed his eyes 
and smiled that Bobby loved that. 

I wanted to get a really good look at Bobby's pup so I 
bent over and brought my eyes close and held it between 
my fingers, tweaking it. I wished I had a magnifying 
glass. But here is my best description of what it 
looked like. There was a long part that was really 
smooth and velvety and it had a darker border on the 
top. Then there was some lighter skin that's less soft 
and more wrinkly. And this wrinkled skin has a tiny 
flap sort of, that connects to a big reddish rim that 
looks like what happens when you roll up a sweater 
sleeve. It was kind of rolled up, I mean it looked that 
way. 

Then there's the tip, which is round and has a tiny 
slit on the very top. The whole penis looks totally 
like a fire-hydrant with that cap on top. But I don't 
think that's how it's supposed to look. I mean, I think 
they do something to it when boys are still babies to 
give it that look. 

Wait here, Carrie. 

Okay, I'm back. I just ran out to ask my mom what that 
thing they do to boys is. She said she didn't know what 
I meant. "Oh, come on, mom," I said, "I have to finish 
my letter to Carrie."

"You're writing about circumcision to Carrie?" she 
asked. 

I shocked her into saying it. Circumcision. 

"Why are you writing about that to Carrie?" mom asked 
again. 

I told her I was just joking. "But what is that thing 
anyhow?" I asked.

"Well honey," mom said, "when a boy is a very tiny baby 
they take a little bit of skin from his, ah..." Mom 
wasn't sure what to call it. She was trying to sound 
like that Becoming A Woman book. Oh right girls, 
there's nothing wrong with it, it's really beautiful, 
wait till you get your monthlies kind of stuff. 

Mom was struggling to say Penis. I try to be helpful. 
"Pup?" I say, like my kid brother. 

"Penis," mom finally says. "They cut off a very tiny 
piece of skin from his penis," she says. 

"Why on earth?" I asked her. 

"It helps him keep it clean when he grows up," mom 
says, "and some people, Jews and Moslems, do it for 
religious reasons. 

For religion? I couldn't believe that. And mom couldn't 
explain it either. I mean, if God wanted boys' penises 
to look like fire-hydrants couldn't he have made them 
that way? 

Then mom said, "Anyhow, honey, it looks better." Then 
she realizes that's a weird thing to say to a ten year 
old girl. 

"What's it look like without the skin cut off mom," I 
asked.

"Well," she said, "you'd have to know what it looked 
like circumcised.:

Oh god Carrie, what do I do? "Just for instance? I 
asked.

Mom said, "It looks like a hose sort of."

I want to say, "You mean instead of like a hydrant?" 
but I don't. I said instead, "That doesn't sound very 
pretty. I mean a hose coming out of a man's body." Then 
I get a wicked thought and I say, "You know mom, I'd 
rather have the hydrant than the hose."

Mom gives me a funny look. "Someday," she starts to 
say. But I say, "It's okay mom, I can wait." 

So now you know all about boys being circumcised. I'm 
really interested in that. Imagine, you're walking down 
the street or you're in the school-yard and all the 
boys are there playing tough and you and I know that 
each and every one of them has something cut off of his 
penis. Don't they think we know? Who are they fooling? 

Anyway, I started to run my finger around and around 
the rim where Bobby was circumcised. I just kept on 
doing it and he was squirming and making squeaking 
noises as if he was helpless. He got this look on his 
face like he was in another world. 

I wish I knew how to tell you about this Carrie, but 
I'm still sort of trying to understand what was 
happening to Bobby. He was in another world as if he 
was offering up his body and his mind was somewhere 
else. 

He was in my world, he was Rachel's boy with a penis 
now, just there for me to play with, helpless. I felt 
this total power over him. 

Just then the other two boys came into the grove where 
we were and saw what was going on. Paulie said, "Hey, 
I'm wounded too."

"Right," Darcy said sarcastically.

"Me too!" Kevin chimes in, and he groans like he's in 
pain and starts to open his pants. 

Mikey was looking at Bobby lying beside me and blurted 
out, "Bobby, you have such a big dick. Look," he said, 
and looked around at everyone even though everyone was 
already looking. I was a little nervous because I 
didn't think Bobby's would like people watching us, 
especially other boys. 

Then I had one of those thoughts again; Who cares what 
he likes and I go on circling his rim and thumping his 
squashy balls and every so often I smack his penis too.

Now that everyone was watching us I really put it on. I 
would snap my finger into Bobby's nuts and look up at 
the boys and they'd standing there with their mouths 
open and when I let my fingers fly they all kind of 
cringed. Like they knew what it felt like. 

I kept doing it and they kept cringing. But Bobby kept 
lying there, letting me use him any way I wanted to. 
Then I bent to take a closer look at Bobby's penis and 
there was some wet stuff at the slit, like a dew drop, 
crystal clear.

I reached over and pulled the shirt off of Bobby's 
eyes. "Open your eyes Bobby," I said. 

Bobby opened his eyes wide and suddenly saw that 
everybody, the other boys too, were just standing 
around him and I staring at what I was doing to him. I 
kept my fingers going around the rim of his penis head 
because I thought that would keep him sort of 
hypnotized, but at the same time I got really rough 
with him with my other hand and squeezed his balls. I 
could tell how he was doing by how much Jeffie and 
Mikey and the other boys cringed. They cringed a lot, 
believe me, Carrie, but Bobby just lay there and took 
it. 

"You're such a good boy Bobby," I said while everybody 
watched. "Isn't he, everyone?"

"Oh yes," the girls said in unison. The boys just stood 
around looking confused. But they were all into what I 
was doing to Bobby. I think they were kind of jealous 
and they were impressed with how big Bobby's penis was.

That's what it was all t Carrie. It was his penis, but 
it was really mine or, I mean, it really belonged to us 
girls because we made it big and hard the boy can't 
help himself

Everybody just stood there watching and Bobby didn't 
seem to mind, he just wanted me to keep doing what I 
was doing. I mean, it must be bad enough for him to be 
'that way' for a girl without having the other boys 
seeing it too. But he just let me go right on with what 
I was doing.

I kept running my fingers around his rim, over and over 
and over again, really slowly and he was so hypnotized 
by what I was doing it was ridiculous. He really was in 
a mysterious trance. He kept making little noises, 
sometimes squeaking, sometimes groaning, and he 
squirmed all around. But he just kept lying there naked 
on the grass with that wet dew drop on the end of his 
penis tip and letting me do what I wanted and even the 
boys are watching every move I was making with their 
mouths hanging open. 

Jeffie stood there with his pants still down around his 
ankles and when I looked up there was Darcy running her 
fingers up and down penis, and it was like she didn't 
even know she was doing it while she watched Bobby and 
me. Everybody was sort of in a trance I think. Not me 
though, I knew what I was doing. I was dominating 
Bobby, making him do what I wanted. 

Or maybe not. 

All of a sudden we heard voices from the other side of 
the trees and everybody froze. Like we forgot we were 
even in the park, you know? 

Jeffie quickly pulled his pants up. Everybody kind of 
pulled themselves together except Bobby and me. I 
decided to scare Bobby a little, let him think 
strangers were coming into the grove and would see us. 
But he didn't seem care about it. 

It was unbelievable, Carrie. I mean, as long as I kept 
playing with his penis he wasn't going to move no 
matter what. He was like my slave. He just wanted me to 
do what I wanted to him and he didn't care who saw us. 
Or maybe he cared somewhere in his brain but couldn't 
do anything about it. Like he was divided in two. He 
would have run away except he couldn't move kind of 
thing. It all made me feel like a magician. 

"Rache, you better stop," Darcy said.

I knew she was right so I said, "I guess so," but then 
what? 

Then Paulie said, "Kevin and me didn't get a our turn."

"Well there's only three of us," Darcy said firmly.

"We could do more than one at a time," I said, "but 
where can we go?"

"There's no one home at my house," Melanie said. "My 
mom works in the afternoons."

So we decide we'd all go to Melanie's. Bobby got up and 
put his clothes back on but he still was kind of dazed. 
When we start to leave the park I took his hand to 
guide him. Then I grabbed Kevin's hand too with my 
other one and Darcy took Jeffie's hand and Melanie took 
Mikey's, and then she grabbed Paulie's with her other 
hand. And we all marched out of the park except the 
boys didn't seem so much like soldiers anymore. They 
were sort of, I don't know, sort of sullen or maybe 
subdued. 

**

We're waiting out by the street to cross at the light 
and Gina, the sister of Pam Nardi who they used to call 
Nerdy, came along with another girl. They are thirteen 
and look like real women with lipstick and bosoms and 
short skirts and those sneakers with heels. 

"Hi, Rache, whatcha up to?" Gina asked.

"Hi, Gina," I say, "we're just going over to Melanie's 
house and these boys are going to take off their 
clothes for us. I squeezed Bobby's hand and looked his 
way to see his red face and he staring down at his 
shoes. I loved it, Carrie. I don't know what made me 
blurt that out but I loved Bobby's reaction. 

The funny thing is that Gina and her friend aren't 
shocked at all. "That sounds cool," Gina's friend said. 

"Would you like to come with us and watch?" I asked 
them. "I'm sure these boys would like to have some 
girls with bosoms around. 

"Rain-check," Gina said. She's so cool. She just says 
Rain-check. Then she leans over and whispers in my ear, 
"Let 'em keep their socks on doll, it'll really make 
them know whose in charge.

I nodded okay, even though I didn't know what she was 
talking about.

Then she said, "Oh yeah, and don't let them cream too 
soon."

I sort of got what she meant by that. Sort of. But 
maybe not. But the way she just whispered these things 
to me made me feel like I'm a genuine woman too. Like 
it didn't matter how old you are. If you can do this 
kind of stuff to boys you're up there with the women. 
Still, it would be good to have a bosom, don't you 
think? Maybe not so good to have some things though. 
We'll see, right? 

We still had a couple blocks to Melanie's. And the boys 
are really subdued now, slowing down and stuff, and I 
was afraid they wouldn't want to go along with our plan 
anymore. We were all still holding hands but I could 
feel Bobby pulling a back a little. I had to kind of 
drag him.

All I could think of was 'if I don't get him to 
Melanie's fast and put him under my power again right 
away he'll just pretend it never happened.' And if 
Bobby took off, and this time I didn't mean his 
clothes, then the other boys would too. 

I whispered to Darcy these things I was thinking. She 
whispered back, "Keep cool Rache, I have an idea." Then 
she said out loud, "Wow Bobby, you sure had Rache 
working hard back there."

Bobby sort of grunts, "Oh, yeah, did I?"

"Yea, you sure did," Darcy says. You looked like a real 
man with that big old dick waving in the air and Rache 
working it over." 

I was shocked by the way Darcy was talking.

Bobby shrugs his shoulders but makes a little smile, 
like he's pleased that he made me work hard and that 
Darcy thing's he looked like a man.

I don't know what Darcy thinks she's doing with this. 
Like I really wore myself out running my finger around 
Bobby's penis. Phew, I'm so exhausted. So I'm getting 
teed at Bobby and I'm about to at Darcy too, but then 
she says, "You really owe Rachel, you know, Bobby." 

Then, and this is incredible, Carrie, Bobby said, 
"Okay, like what?" And he starts to cheer up a little 
and he said, "Maybe I do."

God Carrie. I thought, 'Is this is a joke, right?' But 
only for a minute because then he said, like not to me 
but to Darcy, "So what do I do about it?"

And Darcy replies, "You do something really nice for 
Rache, maybe like carry her the rest of the way to 
Melanie's. I mean, you're strong enough to carry little 
Rachel."

I start to say, Wait a minute, but I got what Darcy was 
doing so I said, "Good idea Darcy." And then to Bobby, 
"You're a big boy, you know." And that made everybody 
laugh, because I'm so not a giant they all think. What 
boy isn't big to you, Rache? I admit.

"Okay Bobby," Darcy said, "get down on your knees and 
let Rachel climb on board."

Bobby looks around. His friends are grinning. "This'll 
be good," Mikey said.

Kevin is really into it because he just wants to get 
going because he hasn't even shown anyone his penis 
yet. I think he probably felt like he's been cheated or 
something. So he starts in praising Bobby, like he's 
completely on our side and I know it's because he wants 
us to do things to him too. 

But he still wants to sound like a boy too, so he says, 
"Shit Bobby." Like you can say anything if you say Shit 
first. "Shit Bobby, you're really strong."

"Yeah, and you have the biggest dick," Mikey said.

"You can shut up about my dick already," Bobby replied.

"Well it's bigger than mine anyhow," Mikey said.

"Bigger than mine too," Darcy said, which was funny, 
"so why don't you all shut up and let Bobby do his 
job."

"Dude," Paulie said. He's sort of an idiot. 

So I'm getting ready to climb up on Bobby's back and 
he's kind of crouching and kneeling there and I'm 
nervous about it but I see its having a good effect on 
him and all the boys and the girls too for that matter. 
So I wanted to do it. I'd just feel a lot better if I 
understood exactly what was with the boys, like how 
they go from No girls, fucking thank you - to - We just 
want to take our clothes off and be your slaves. Like 
we've got some kind of power but we don't know why 
exactly. 

I mean sure, it has to do with the fact that they have 
penises and we don't and I'm really totally glad I 
don't, but is that all there is to it? It's like 
penises make boys do stupid things maybe they don't 
want to. Like penises control the boys and girls 
control the penises so girls control the boys. 

It must just be how everybody is made. But it's weird 
that boys can do things and they don't know why. It's a 
little scary at first because you don't know how far 
you can go with the boy. But it's fun too just pushing 
him and pushing him. 

I kept thinking about this, Carrie, and it isn't like I 
can ask my mom about it even if she is a woman and 
probably knows. Sometimes I stop and think, God, my dad 
and mom and everybody else's dad and mom, the same 
thing must be happening all over the world. Dads being 
slaves to moms. Do you think? Maybe they keep it secret 
from us kids but we should just keep looking for clues. 

Anyway I'm about to climb onto Bobby, and I really 
don't want to but I also do want to see about this 
power I'm telling you about. I'm trying to figure out 
how to climb him, and I also just want to push him 
anyway so I said, "Take off your shirt first Bobby."

"Why?" he asked.

"Boys don't ask why," I replied, "they just do it."

So he did it, Carrie, that's what I mean. He didn't 
even want to but he did it. Darcy took his shirt from 
him. Learn a lesson from this if you haven't learned it 
already out there in Seattle. If you just expect it, 
boys just do it. That was the big Learning Experience I 
was having. Boys are like nothing. They're like optical 
illusions, you know? They might look big, but they're 
actually only a few inches tall, if you get what I 
mean. WE scare THEM, Carrie. 

I was starting to see how that is so true. Because when 
I finally got up on Bobby's shoulders and he started to 
stand up I had to tell him to hold on to my legs so I 
wouldn't fall. I was wearing shorts and I could just 
feel how afraid Bobby was to hold on to my legs. Like 
he wouldn't get a grip and this wasn't funny because 
he's a pretty tall kid and anyway it seemed high up to 
me. 

"Bobby, you have to hold on to me you know," I said.

He tries to hold me as far down my legs as he can, like 
at my ankles. Great, I feel really safe. "Higher," I 
said, "what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid," he replied, and moved his hands up to 
my shins. But I could feel how he was afraid and 
wouldn't just hold on. He was afraid Carrie, just to 
touch a girl's les. Do you see? Like it's too much for 
him. I know that was what was going on in his brain. Oh 
god, he was thinking, there's this girl and she's 
actually sitting piggy-back on my shoulders and I have 
to put my hands on her bare girl legs. I'm sure he was 
thinking, Girl legs, girl legs, oh my god. It was 
making him crazy and I could feel it and I could feel 
him shaking a little while I road him. 

It wouldn't matter if I had him totally naked. My legs 
which I wasn't hiding anyway scared the hell out of 
him. I know I keep saying it, but I can't help it, it 
was so unbelievable to realize that boys are just plain 
afraid of girls. This is so great to know. 

So anyway, I was riding piggy-back on Bobby and he was 
doing okay with it and I felt him rolling along under 
me and I think it was like being on a camel or horse. 
Then I thought, No, it's like being on a boy, that's 
all. I kept thinking about it, Carrie, since that day. 
Underneath it all there was just the fact that he was a 
boy and I was a girl and that's why I was up on his 
shoulders and he was trotting down the street like a 
rickshaw man. 

If I asked Bobby if he was having a good time, I don't 
even think he could say one way or the other. I mean 
can you ever imagine it being the other way around, 
where the girl has to do whatever the boy wants just 
because he touches her in a certain place and that 
makes her go into a trance? Boys can scare girls, yes, 
but they can't hypnotize them. That's a gigantic 
difference. I think I'm right about this. 

Bobby worked up a sweat going the few blocks to 
Melanie's house. I didn't like the way he was getting 
to smell so I thought, maybe when we got to Melanie's 
we should wash him. I asked Mel if her parents had a 
garden hose and she said, "Sure, why?"

"Time to answer that later," I said. 

"Het Bobby," Jeffie chuckled. "I think you're in for 
it."

"Maybe you're all in for it," Darcy said.

"That's my house there," Melanie sais pointing. 

Bobby trotted right up to the front door and then just 
stood there with me on his shoulders. I was happy to 
see that the Chapmans' had a nice tall fence all around 
their property. "Let's go around back, can we, Mel?" I 
asked. 

She said sure. So we all went and I was still on 
Bobby's shoulders. 

"What's up Rache?" Darcy asked.

"I like it up here," I said, "but my poor camel is hot 
and sweaty from carrying me, right camel?" I asked and 
kind of kicked Bobby's side so he'd answer. 

Bobby jumped a bit and said, "Yes." Not 'Yeah,' Carrie, 
the way boys do, but Yes, the way boys do in school. 
Neat huh? 

"So I need somebody to take Bobby's pants off, any 
volunteers?" I asked.

"Me!" Kevin yells right away. 

"I was thinking a girl," I said. "How about it, Darcy? 
Mel, how about undressing Bobby for me? I'd do it 
myself, but I'm not into coming down just yet, okay?"

Darcy said, "It'll take all three of us unless Bobby 
puts you down."

"Cool," I said, "all three is fine."

So Darcy told Kevin to take off Bobby's shoes while 
they held him and me steady. "But leave the socks," I 
said, just remembering what I was told.

The girls gave me a funny look. "That way he'll know," 
I told them. 

"Know what?" Darcy asked.

C'mon Darce, just undress him already," I said.

Bobby isn't sure he wants this and Kevin has to force 
him to lift his foot so he can get his sneaker off. 
Darcy and Melanie are holding him around the middle and 
Darcy just brushes her hand on the front of his pants 
where his penis is and says like she's giving me a 
report, "Mmm hard, Rache, real hard. Do you want me to 
pull down his pants?"

I was about to say Sure when I get this evil idea. 
"No," I said, "I want Kevin to do it."

"No way!" Kevin said, "I mean I'm, like, a boy."

"Not a lot like a boy," Darcy said, "if you can't even 
pull down Bobby's pants." 

So Kevin reluctantly starts to open up Bobby's jeans 
and says, "Don't be pissed at me Bobby, come on."

Bobby didn't say anything, but Melanie said, "Bobby has 
his eyes closed, Rachel."

"Not allowed!" I said authoritatively. I reached over 
Bobby's head and force his eyes open with my fingers 
and just keep them that way. But I was feeling a little 
sorry for Bobby because he doesn't want this to happen 
and he doesn't want it to stop either and he's afraid 
of how he's going to feel later and all his friends 
know about it too. So I whisper in his ear, "Oh Bobby, 
remember how nice you felt in the park? I'm going to 
let you feel nice again, okay?"

Bobby just nods like he's just seeing the bright side 
of things. Kevin is taking forever getting Bobby's 
pants undone. I mean he's a boy too, you'd think he'd 
know how to take off another boy's pants. So I look 
down to see what's taking so long and I see that Kevin 
is trying to pull down Bobby's zipper without somehow 
touching his underpants. So I said, "Kevin, don't you 
know what a penis feels like? I mean, you should know 
more about it than I do."

But it's... it's his penis and he's got a hard-on," 
Kevin whined. 

I can feel Bobby wanting to close his eyes but I don't 
let him. His cheeks are wet too, but maybe from sweat 
and not crying. I kind of hope it's from crying, to be 
honest. 

Finally the girls have to take over undressing him and 
they're pretty fast at it. There I am looking straight 
down Bobby Brooks' body from high up on his shoulders 
and he's totally naked. I'm the only thing he's wearing 
except for his socks. 

"Bobby," I said, "run around the yard, will you?" 

"What?" he said in surprise.

"Just trot around the yard and work up a sweat carrying 
me," I said.

He does it, Carrie. I mean, he doesn't say, Oh, cool, I 
was afraid you wouldn't ask, or anything. But he 
doesn't say No. Bobby is kind of confused but as long 
as he obeys me what do I care? I'm trying to figure out 
what he's feeling, what I'd be feeling. But then I 
remember, Oops, GIRL, Rache. No penis, no trance, can't 
be done. So I stop trying to feel it his way. 

I heard Darcy say to Mel, "Hey look at his thing, it's 
flopping all over the place. Heh, Rache, your camel's 
dick is getting bigger again." Both girls squealed in 
delight.

After Bobby runs around a few times I figured I better 
not push it to much more so I told him it was time to 
put me down. "Mel, hook up the hose," I said. 

Bobby had to lower himself very slowly. He got into a 
crouch and I told him to kneel and when he did I jumped 
off. Mel gave me the hose and everybody stood back. 

"On your feet soldier," I said. And poor naked Bobby 
stood up straight. Mel's parents have a wooden bench 
out there and I told Bobby to get up on it. 

"Attention!" I shouted and I opened the hose and 
started spraying Bobby's naked body. It was a strong 
blast of water and I aimed it at Bobby's face and then 
at his penis and when I did that he doubled over. "No 
way Bobby!" I shouted and I drop the hose and walked 
right up to him and gave his penis which was right at 
my eye level a good slap. 

It was not totally hard but you could hear my hand 
smack across it and the wetness made it sound pretty 
loud. Bobby yelled, "Hey!" or something. 

"Bad boy! I said. Bad boy!" and I slapped his penis 
again and this time Bobby looked like he was going to 
cry. 

"Okay, I need two boys to volunteer to hold Bobby while 
I wash him and you get to take your clothes off too so 
they won't get wet."

Kevin and Paulie jumped up and down and yelling, "Me! 
Me, I want to, me."

Jeffie looked on and grumbled, "No fair!"

I ignore Jeffie and tell Kevin and Paulie to take off 
all their clothes except their socks and put them in 
the pile with Bobby's. 

They're hurrying to strip off like it's the best thing 
that ever happened to them. Meanwhile Bobby is just 
standing on the bench looking confused and maybe sad 
but his penis is also sticking up a bit. So I think I 
should make him feel better so I said, "Come on Bobby, 
just relax. Remember what I promised you." 

Kevin and Paulie are naked now. Paulie has a bigger 
penis than any of the boys except Bobby. He's more 
developed even though he's their age. He has some hair 
around it too, not a lot, but some. Nobody's even 
touched him yet but he's still big and hard just from 
being naked in front of all of us. He looked happy 
about it, and he kind of strutted around sticking his 
belly out in front of every girl, especially Melanie. 

"Cut that out," she said 

Paulie laughs, "You like it, don't you?" he said. 

"Like what, for God's sake?" Melanie replied. "It's 
just another silly dick, they're a dime a dozen you 
know."

I can't believe it's Melanie saying this. It must be 
because we're at her house. Darcy who's so good in 
arithmetic says, "So that means we have like four and 
one sixth cents worth of dicks here with us today."

"That sounds about right. Given the 'inflation' rate," 
I said. 

The girls all laughed it up and Paulie stood there 
grinning like he was enjoying it too but you could see 
on his face that he didn't know what Darcy was talking 
about. But he's just as big and hard as ever and just 
as proud about it. 

"Wipe that stupid grin off your face," Melanie said and 
slapped his penis the way she had seen me slap Bobby's. 
A real hard slap. 

"Oh god! Oh god!" Paulie starts in, "that's so great, 
that's so cool. Oh god, please do it again."

Melanie can't believe her ears. "Are you crazy?" she 
asked. "Like I just slapped you so totally hard."

"Yeah," Paulie replied. "I've never felt anything like 
it. It was so great. Oh, please, Mel, do it again," he 
begged her. 

I was wondering if this was some dumb trick Paulie was 
playing. Like in the tar-baby story. "What are you 
doing Paulie?" I asked a bit peeved. 

"Come on Rachel, come on Darcy. I've never felt 
anything so good in all my life. Tell her to do it 
again." He was jumping around now, his stiff penis 
flopping around in front of him.

I'm getting really teed at Paulie for this stupid scene 
he was making. It made me uncomfortable because I 
couldn't understand why he wanted us to hit him there 
where it was obviously so sensitive.

Meanwhile Bobby is standing up on the bench dripping 
water and looking like he wasn't going to wait much 
longer. I think, Melanie probably didn't really give it 
to Paulie hard enough so I walked up to him and give 
his rubbery penis the biggest slap I could muster.

OH YES! Oh god yes! Thank you, Rachel. More please! He 
moaned.

This was so crazy, Carrie. 

"Stop it Paulie!" I demanded.

"No, I mean it," he said, "I'll do anything, I beg you. 
Please girls, just hit me some more. 

He was hysterical I thought.

Darcy stepped up to the naked boy with the raging boner 
and swatted him and he goes into fits of ecstasy over 
that, so then Melanie took a turn and then I did too. 
We girls looked at each other and didn't say anything 
but silently we're saying, Can you believe this? 

This went on for few minutes. I kept looking over at 
Bobby. He was still on the bench kind of shifting from 
foot to foot with his hands cupping his crotch and 
trying to see what we're doing because Paulie's back is 
turned to him. I got the idea Bobby didn't like it that 
Paulie had a developed penis too. This made me feel 
good because I didn't mind making Bobby jealous.

I give Paulie another swat and the other girls did too, 
and we did it a few more times each for good measure 
then all of a sudden Paulie screamed, "Oh god!" And 
suddenly stuff comes shooting out of his big stiff 
penis. 

Darcy and Melanie and I have to jump out of the way. 

Paulie just stands there with his eyes closed and his 
face all scrunched up and keeps spurting his stuff. The 
first spurt must have gone 10 feet, and then each one 
after that was a few feet less until it stopped. Some 
of it landed the flagstone path and I could see it was 
pearly white and looked gooey. 

Sperm, Carrie. Little dumb Paulie's little dumb nuts 
made a whole bunch of sperm. It was unbelievable. And 
Paulie was so happy about it. 

"Whew!" he said when he was done squirting. "That was 
so great girls, thank you, you were really nice to do 
that for me."

He was just plain grateful, Carrie. Even now, when he 
was through he was still grateful to us for hitting 
him. It made me kind of like him. 

"It's okay Paulie," I said. "Glad we could be of help."

"You were so great," he said again. 

I heard Bobby say something. He said, "Hey!" He looked 
like he was going to jump down from the bench. 

"Boys don't shout Hey," I said. I grabbed up the hose 
and ran over to him and turned it on full blast. "Stay 
up there Bobby," I said. And I just stood there 
watching him dance under the hose pressure. 

I move in really close and aimed the water full blast 
up at his penis and it's knocking it all over the 
place, it's like a surfboard the way it's bouncing 
around, and his squashy balls were jiggling but kind of 
small and tight too. That looked interested. Before 
they'd been droopy and hangy.

All the other kids were watching Bobby jumping around 
saying the water was like needles, and making other 
noises or saying things I couldn't understand. "You 
have to be quiet now Bobby," I said for no good reason 
whatsoever, just to boss him around a little. Actually 
I liked him making noises. It made him seem like a 
squealing helpless child. But I said, "Total silence 
now Bobby. Do you understand?"

I wouldn't have been surprised if he just said, Fuck 
you, Rachel. I mean, I could just tell he was having to 
fight inside himself about this. But what he said was, 
"Okay, Rachel."

"I'm the boss, right Bobby?" I said. 

"I guess," he said. I stopped the hose for a second and 
Bobby's penis was sticking straight out, so I said, "I 
don't think it's a matter of guessing, do you Bobby?" 

I was giving Bobby a really hard time. It's hard to 
explain, Carrie, because I was feeling sorry for him 
too. He had to be embarrassed in front of his friends 
as well as us girls. I guess I was divided inside. I 
wanted to make Bobby feel better, but I also wanted to 
make him feel worse. I wanted him to like what was 
going on, but I also wanted him to feel like my 
prisoner. I wanted him to feel he had no way out and no 
excuse later for what everybody saw. He liked to be so 
tough and nasty and now I wanted him to remember that 
everybody saw what any girl whatsoever could do to him. 

Sometimes Bobby looked so upset I couldn't tell whether 
he was going to stay put or jump off the bench and run 
for his clothes and bring the whole day to an end. I 
don't really think Bobby could tell either. I mean from 
one second to the next he was looking happy and mad. 
Part of him liked being naked in front of girls and 
having us play with him and even having me run the hose 
all over him like that. And part of him didn't think it 
was something he should like because it made him feel 
like I was controlling him and a girl shouldn't be 
controlling a boy. 

But I was, Carrie, I was controlling him. I felt myself 
doing it and I liked the feeling too. And let's not 
forget, the hose was kind of hurting him too. But the 
part that's hard to understand isn't the part about me 
liking it and feeling great that I'm a girl. It was 
Bobby liking it, and Paulie and Jeffie and all the boys 
liking it even when a girl makes them do stupid things 
or hurts them a little. I mean can you imagine, Carrie, 
having a piece of you slapped around the way Darcy and 
Melanie and I were slapping Paulie's penis and saying 
it was the greatest thing you ever felt and begging for 
more and thanking the people who slapped you for it? 

Carrie, penises make boys weird. That's all I know 
about it. I don't think we girls really get what the 
story is with them. I mean, wouldn't we be weird too if 
we had things just hanging there for all to see and 
touch, not bosoms I mean, not nice round things we 
could be proud of, but little things that got hard and 
made our clothes stick out whenever a boy touched us or 
even walked by us, and other little things that just 
dangled there in a silly little bag that just said to 
boys, Squeeze me please? Wouldn't we, Carrie? 

It's hard to imagine being made like that. I mean, in a 
way where you liked something to happen and didn't like 
it at the same time or didn't think you should like it 
because, Oh, wow, you're a BOY and she's just a 
helpless little girl with long hair who wears a dress, 
Ugh. Where you couldn't like something, you know, like 
having your penis touched by a girl, without thinking, 
Oh my God, she has me in her magical power, what do I 
do now? Know what I mean? 

I bet you don't, Carrie, because I don't even know what 
I mean. That's what I mean (Ha, ha), that we just won't 
ever get it. But it's definitely because they have 
penises that we can see and touch and get hard and 
little squash balls that we can really and truly 
squash. And the thing is that they want us to even if 
they also don't want us to. 

Their penis is like a bad friend who goes and joins the 
other side the minute he gets a chance. Like it's 
saying, 'I'm Bobby's penis, yeah, but I'm really with 
you and I can tell you how to get to him so he'll have 
to do whatever you say.' Then he goes back and tells 
Bobby, 'I thought I was doing you a favor, sorry.' And 
Bobby says, That's okay, I forgive you, we're still 
friends, even if afterwards he's thinking, 'Why did I 
make up with him?'

But a boy can't even think, 'why did I make up?' 
because the friend is attached to his body in the first 
place. Maybe the boy is thinking, 'He's not a great 
friend, but I need him for when I have to pee.' 

Paulie was still getting over his Great Experience with 
being slapped and shooting his semen. He's an idiot, 
but you had to love him for being so grateful. That's 
how boys should be. 

Paulie was kind of marching all around the yard like he 
was saying, "Look at me, did you see what I did?"

"Ground control to Paulie!" Darcy said. "Come in 
Paulie, come in Paulie."

"What?" Paulie said. 

"Like weren't you supposed to be helping Rachel take 
care of Bobby? Weren't you, and you too, Kevin?"

So the boys say, "Sure, what do you want us to do, 
Rache?" They didn't even care what Bobby thought about 
it anymore. 

"Okay, come over and each you grab one of Bobby's legs 
and just pull them apart," I said. "Just stretch his 
legs out for me so I can get the hose nozzle up under 
him."

Paulie and Kevin come right over and grabbed Bobby's 
legs above the knees. They grabbed him like they were 
holding on to big pillars and they tugged Bobby's legs 
apart.

He gives them some trouble about it, I mean didn't just 
move the way they're trying to make him what to rebel? 
Like wow, he's taking a stand all of sudden, like this 
is really the time to put up a fight when he standing 
naked in front of everybody and doesn't even have boys 
on his side anymore. 

"Okay Mikey, okay, Jeffie," I called out, because I 
don't want Bobby to think he has any soldiers left 
under his command. "Get over here right now and get 
naked before you do. Put your clothes in the boy 
clothes pile."

God, Carrie, they just do it like I'm the principal or 
something. Out of the corner of my eye I could see 
Darcy jumbling up the pile of clothes. It's just a big 
mess of blue jeans and tee shirts and underpants.

Mikey and Jeffie ran over to me and they were totally 
naked and Jeffie's little penis was hard and sticking 
straight up. "Is this okay, Rachel?"

I looked down at his stiff penis and said, "I guess," I 
said, "but did I say you could have your penis hard?"

"Come on!" Jeffie said, "I can't help it, you know 
that. It just happens."

"Would you like us to make it un-happen?" I said 
threateningly and I raise my free hand as if I was 
going to slap him there. 

"Let her Jeffie! Let her," Paulie started in, "it's the 
greatest feeling if you just let them do it."

"Yeah, but I don't, you know, I don't squirt stuff, 
Jeffie said, a little embarrassed. "Not yet."

"I don't either," Mikey chimed in, I wish I did, but 
anyhow I don't."

"So what happens when you keep playing with it?" Paulie 
asked. 

"Boys," I say, "if you don't mind, I believe you have 
orders to follow."

"Sure, sure," Paulie said. 

"Mikey and Jeffie, help out here," I demanded. "Get up 
on the table behind Bobby and kind of pull him back, 
bend him backwards. So they climbed up on the picnic 
table and Mikey put his arms under Bobby's armpits and 
wrapped them around his chest and Jeffie took hold of 
Bobby's dangling arms and pulled them behind Bobby's 
back. 

There was just a tangle of naked boys, just a bunch of 
naked boys totally twisted around one another and you 
couldn't be really sure who was who or whose arm you 
were looking at and you didn't really care. I was just 
going to hose them all down. 

But Jeffie and Mikey and Paulie went on talking. Even 
though it wasn't that easy to hold on to Bobby and bend 
him backwards the way I wanted, and they were panting 
from it, they went on talking and it was so funny I 
didn't even want to stop them. Melanie and Darcy were 
breaking up over the dumb boy talk all about whether 
their penises squirted stuff yet or not. 

"So you're saying nothing comes out when you play with 
yourself for a long time?" Paulie asked again. And then 
to be, like, mischievous he said, "Did you hear that 
Bobby?" And he actually reached up and gave Bobby's 
penis a little slap. 

Bobby tried to pull away but all those boys had the 
better of him. I decided to give them all a warning so 
I let a real burst of water go on Paulie and Kevin and 
all of them. They just hooted and howled about it and 
started laughing. 

"So does, like, anything happen when you do it?" Paulie 
asked again. 

"What do you mean, anything?" Mikey responded. "I mean, 
sure, I get that tickle, you know."

"Yeah, but do you get an orgasm?" Darcy asked in this 
sort of annoyed tone, like dummy don't you get?

I looked at Darcy wide-eyed, I couldn't believe she had 
just said that. 

"Um, I guess," Mikey sais. "Sure I do."

"Like do you jump around and stuff? Paulie asked.

"Oh, sure, a lot, I jump around a lot."

While they were going on like this, I was hosing away. 
They were holding Bobby still and they had his legs as 
wide as they would go, incredibly wide, and I just took 
the hose and stuck it right behind his balls and 
sprayed them from behind and then up his crack and then 
brought it around and spray right on top of his penis 
which was totally hard and big and then right up into 
his face. All the while Bobby was wriggling like crazy 
but he couldn't get away. 

Then Darcy said, "I'm sorry, Mikey, but I don't believe 
you." And then she said she thought that I had gotten 
the boys clean enough. "Why don't we turn off the hose 
and play a bit with them."

So I did and they all stood there dripping and I told 
them they could let Bobby go. When they did, poor Bobby 
was so dizzy that he fell off the bench, but before he 
could get up I told him to stay down and lie on his 
back for me.

I walked over to him and put my foot on him, I planted 
my sneaker just in the hair over his penis. I did it 
lightly at first and then I realized he was groaning 
and in that trance way again, so I put more weight on 
it and then still more. Then I slid my foot lower and 
lower until it was right over his penis and I pressed 
his penis into his nuts, kind of hard.

Carrie, good old Bobby just kept on groaning in his 
hypnotic trance. I mean, that had to hurt. But Bobby 
was helpless again. 

"Say you're my slave Bobby," I said, "really yell it."

He did, he yelled out, "I'm your slave Rachel!"

So to reward him I slid my foot over his penis once or 
twice and he squirmed and squeaked. I make him say that 
he was Darcy's slave and Melanie's too. And each time 
he did, I slid my foot over his penis. His penis was 
hard to keep in place so I told Mikey to get down next 
to Bobby and hold Bobby's penis still for me while I 
scraped my shoe over it. Bobby was so hard and no 
matter how hard I scrape him, he just stayed that way 
and maybe even got bigger. 

Then I said, while Mikey's was still down there holding 
Bobby for me, "Okay, Bobby, I'm going to do... oh, 
fifteen more of these and then, whatever, that's the 
end, and I want you to count them off. 

So I started slowly brushing the bottom of my sneaker 
over Bobby's penis and he counted each time. I looked 
down at his naked prone body he was shivering and his 
toes are clinching.

Mikey was holding his penis with just two fingers. I 
could never imagine anyone touching a private place on 
me with a shoe that's been everywhere. I was thinking 
how pitiful a boy like Bobby really was and all the 
time I was feeling less and less pity for him. He was 
counting out like twelve, thirteen, fourteen and at 
fifteen and I was scraping really hard and I had just 
let all my weight down on Bobby's penis and squashed 
his balls when he finally shouts at the top of his 
voice.

At first I thought he was in pain but no, he was 
spurting his stuff out all over his chest. The first 
blast of his sperm even slapped against my led, how 
gross.

When he'd finished spurting, he mumbled, "Thank you 
Rachel," in a really quiet little voice, and then he 
looked as if he was trying to find a way to roll over 
and hide his body, but what could he do? He couldn't 
get comfortable down there on the ground in Melanie's 
backyard. So he just closed his eyes and kind of curled 
up. 

See, Carrie, I get the feeling all boys feel funny 
about what has happened, after they sperm like that. I 
mean especially if they've gone ahead and said the 
things I made them say and let me step all over them 
too. They start to feel sorry about it afterwards and 
they don't know what went wrong to make them give in to 
you like that. I mean, maybe Paulie didn't get that 
way, buy Bobby sure did and I think most boys do, most 
of them, even if I can't prove it. 

When I was all finished with Bobby and he was lying on 
the grass like a lump trying to hide from everybody, 
Darcy kind of challenged Mikey to prove that he really 
did have those orgasms (see, now I can use the word 
too) that he said he did. 

She ended up making him lie down right on the picnic 
table, which was a great idea, and just do things to 
himself. He got hard all right but not very big and it 
wasn't so interesting to watch him. Not after what we 
saw happen to Paulie and Bobby. But Darcy wanted to 
give him some trouble. So she had Mikey rub himself and 
twist his penis around a lot, and finally he says, 
"Okay, I can't, okay?"

"Didn't think so," Darcy said, knowingly. 

"Anyone else?" Darcy asked. 

"Me!" Jeffie piped up, "but only if you'll do it to me 
Darcy."

Darcy thought about it. "Do you shoot?" she asked. 

"I think I can, a little," Jeffie said. "Sometimes 
anyway."

Darcy thought some more. She couldn't seem to decide. 
Suddenly Melanie jumps up, "Oh my god, it's so late. I 
mean my mom'll be home soon."

"Shit!" Kevin said. And Bobby sais, "Shit!" too even 
though he was still kind of huddled up on the ground. 
He started moving around but he was really a wreck. 

"I mean, like in half an hour," Melanie said. 

"Shit Bobby, we'd better get dressed, huh?" Paulie 
said, as if he still wasn't sure whether he had to and 
wanted somebody else's opinion about it. Like maybe 
Melanie's mom really wouldn't mind finding a bunch of 
naked boys with hard little penises running about in 
her yard. 

"Did you say half an hour?" Darcy asked.

"Just about," Melanie said, "maybe a little longer if 
she stops at the store."

"Okay boys," Darcy said. "We have a lot of stuff to 
finish up and we can't do it today because Melanie's 
mom is coming, so we'll have to take a rain-check." I 
guess she picked up that word from Gina Nardi. "So 
here's my plan," Darcy continued, and then she asked 
Melanie if there was a really dark roller ball pen in 
her house. 

Melanie said, "Of course," and Darcy replied, "Go get 
it, girlfriend," like she's all of a sudden on a 
sitcom. 

I was getting an idea of what Darcy had in mind and it 
was wicked, Carrie. Darcy is so wicked. So Melanie was 
back right away and Darcy took the pen and she said, 
"Boys, Rachel and Melanie and me, we want you to 
remember the nice time you had with us today and we 
don't want to waste anytime next time we see you 
arguing about who gets to play. WE GIRLS get to play 
with you, right?"

The boys nodded or grunted or mumbled, or whatever. 
Bobby was still down there on the ground but sitting up 
at least, and he nodded or grunted too. "You're totally 
our toys now, boys," Darcy said. "I don't think I have 
to spell this out, do I boys?" 

I could hear how Darcy was just fooling around doing an 
imitation of Mrs. Lansing the assistant principal, you 
remember her, Carrie, the one who always says, I don't 
think I have to spell this out? 

"God Darcy, hurry," Melanie said. "I mean they don't 
even have their clothes on yet and my mom and all."

"Yes, okay, so, young men, we're going to give you a 
great honor by putting our precious autographs on you 
and that way you'll remember every time you look at 
your penises how you spent the day playing war, ha, 
ha."

"Wow," Paulie said, "that's so cool, wow."

Then Darcy told all the boys to get up on the picnic 
table right next to one another and just sit there. 
Even Bobby climbed up and he did it without 
complaining. Carrie, this was so incredible, I so wish 
you could have been part of it and I hope something 
like this'll happen to you in Seattle unless it already 
has. Would you tell me? 

So Darcy called me and Melanie to come closer and we 
had to write our names on the boys' penises. "Try to 
make yourselves big and hard, that way there'll be more 
surface area to write on," Darcy told the boys. 

We girls huddled about; Like do we write just first 
names? Or full names, or first names and last initials, 
or what? I mean Rachel Hammerstein's a long name if you 
have to put two others on a ten-year-old's penis, no 
matter how stiff it is. So finally we decide on first 
names and initials, two names on the top of the penis, 
one on the underneath. 

"Okay boys," Darcy said, "get ready." Some of the boys 
were hard and some were not. 

"It'll be fun next time," Darcy told them, "to see our 
names stretch out when you get big for us, like a 
rubber band with writing on it." Then she wrote Darcy 
B. on all five penises. 

"It's like having your cast signed when you break your 
arm," Paulie chuckled.

And of course he thinks what we were doing was just the 
greatest thing. The writing tickled some of the boys 
and they squirmed a bit and Darcy had to give them a 
slap or two. "Don't you want it to be in beautiful 
penmanship?" she asked them, "so stay still."

Then it was my turn and then Melanie's, and the boys 
really looked totally hilarious when it was all over 
and we made them stand there and there were these 
girls' names in big black letters on their penises. And 
we made them hold their penises out and show the 
underneath part and all five of them said Melanie C. in 
truly beautiful lettering and Melanie drew a little 
smiling face that looked like her next to her name. She 
took the time even though she was getting scared about 
her mother coming home. She's the artistic one among us 
girls. 

But then Mel she was done she started hurrying us up 
again. "C'mon guys, get dressed, for god's sake boys," 
she said. 

Darcy and I were having a ball, Carrie, because all 
their clothes were in one messy pile, and at sometime 
during all our antics they had become soaked and you 
know what boys wear, I mean they all wear the same 
things sort of so there's this pile of wet clothing 
that all looks the same and the boys had a hard time 
picking out their own clothes. 

They kept putting on the wrong things, like the wrong 
underpants, like it makes a big difference. But they 
could tell, and they kept struggling to pull on wet 
clothes and tripping and arguing and the whole time 
their behinds are sticking out because they were 
bending over the pile of clothes. Melanie was starting 
to lose it and kept saying, "Oh god, hurry, hurry, 
please!" And now there was just one big pile made up of 
boys and clothes together. 

But it turned out okay. It took them a pretty long 
time, but the boys sorted out their clothes and got 
into them before Mel's mom pulled in. They were still 
tying their sneakers when she appeared, but it didn't 
look like she saw anything funny about it. "Hi kids," 
Mrs. Chapman said. 

Everyone said Hi and then Melanie said, "Okay boys, 
good-bye. It was really fun playing war with you, 
okay?"

The boys said, "Sure, right, okay," and stuff like that 
and then took off. I mean, they kind of ran away. 

Mrs. Chapman looked after the fleeing boys and sad, 
"Why are all those boys all wet?"

Thankfully Mel piped up, "We were playing war mom. We 
used the garden hose as a cannon. And we won."

"War?" Mrs. Chapman said. "What kind of game is that 
for girls to play?" 

And that's the news, Caroline, and this is probably the 
longest letter anybody ever wrote. 

Love, 
Rachel 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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