I seem to remember that I was about 14 and it was the following summer when I felt it safe to return to the park, but no opportunities presented themselves for quite a number of weeks. The next occasion also occurred at the park and was memorable because it was the only time I got involved with a boy and girl together and if I remember correctly, the first time I masturbated in front of a girl.
One day I was near the paddling pool and saw a girl and boy sitting in one of the many picnic seat seats that were scattered around. These were made of cast concrete with room for two to sit and had a small table in front to eat from. In fact, they looked not unlike old- fashioned school desks. The table had a modesty skirt down the front, which I always regretted as it concealed any chance of looking up girl's dresses. As they appeared to be very close and looked as if they were touching each other, I wandered over and after talking to them for a few minutes, I asked if they were playing “mothers and fathers”. They said, “No, we aren't", and although I was a bit disappointed, I continued to chat about school and anything I could think of. I soon found that the boy was not her brother, but was a friend from next door. I suppose she may have been about 12 and he could have been a year or two younger. With my heart beating furiously, after talking to them a few minutes, I asked if they were interested playing my game of “mothers amp; fathers”. They looked at each other, hesitated for a few seconds and then said yes.
I can still remember my heart felt as if it had jumped into my throat.
Back in those days, the park was on the outskirts of our small town and because it was very busy that day, I had no idea where to go, so I led them to the most remote Chapter of the park and a small rear exit. We rode on our bicycles away from the town where I hoped to find a secluded spot outside the park. On the road away from the town were some old fashioned very large, deep drains that were surrounded by weeds. This gave me an idea and, as one Chapter of the drain looked dry and accessible I jumped in to have a look. Deciding that it was suitable, I lifted my bike into the ditch, followed by theirs, and then helped them down. The drain was five feet deep at that point, and as high weeds surrounded it, cars could pass only 6 feet away and not see a thing.
This was the first time I had attempted this sort of activity with a boy present so I was a little cautious. First I said, “Be sure they knew what we were there for, I would show them inside my trousers.” I pulled the top open and my underpants down and they both looked, but of course my genitals were only partially visible. I asked if they still wanted me to remove my trousers. They both agreed, so I pulled then and underpants down.
Of course by then I had a full erection and the look on the young girl's face is one I have never forgotten. It was absolute amazement and I suspect almost a little terror, as her eyes nearly seemed to pop out. She had obviously never seen an erect penis before and she could not seem to take her eyes off it.
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.