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The Playground
Day 1
It was a sunny day in the park. To be precise, it was the Arboretum in Walsall. It was almost the end of the school holidays, and I was making the most of each free day while it lasted. I'd just turned 13, and I was spending the day with my best friend Neil. We used to spend hours riding our bikes in the park, from one end to the other, around the lakes, all the way to the canal at the end of the park. The Aboretum was divided into two halves, the original park and an extension, which was added 45 years after the original founding of the park. Between the two parts there was a steep path, our favourite place to ride our bikes. We rode downhill from the Broadway towards Buchanan Road, as fast as we could. It was essentially a dare. Which one of us would ride the fastest without braking? Neil was almost a year older than me, and he always won.
There was a children's playground near the entrance to the extension. Officially the age limit for the playground was 12, but it was a popular hangout for older children. Sometimes I used the swings and the slides, but my biggest interest was the roundabout. We turned it as fast as possible to make ourselves dizzy. Smaller children stayed away from the roundabout while the big boys were playing.
The boys' and girls' toilets were at opposite sides of the playground. They were surprisingly artistic, considering their purpose. They were circular, like large mushrooms. The playground has been completely rebuilt since I was 13, but the mushrooms are still there. The mushroom for the girls' toilets was close to the roundabout, where I was playing with Neil on that day.
Two girls approached the roundabout. They were slightly older than me, maybe 14 or 15. One of them made the offer, "If you come in the toilets we'll show you our tits".
Neil and I looked at one another speechless. There were a few other boys with us, who also didn't know what to say. Eventually one boy said, "I want to see it all", to which the answer was, "No, just our tits".
It was an exciting moment for me. The only bare breasts I had seen were on Page 3 of "The Sun". Now I was being offered an opportunity to see the real thing close up. I wouldn't say the girls were exceptionally beautiful, but for me as a 13-year-old, still struggling with puberty, they were unattainable goddesses. I wanted to see their naked breasts more than anything else, but I felt too shy to say Yes.
Neil gave my answer for me. "Yes, we want to see your tits".
I hated the word "tits" that the children were throwing around as if it were natural. It sounded so uncouth and disrespectful. I only ever used the word "breasts", a much more dignified word.
The same girl answered who had done all the speaking until now. She was slightly taller than me and had long blonde hair. She wore skin tight blue jeans, but her blouse was loose fitting and gave little clue to how well developed she was. "Just one at a time", she replied.
Neil grabbed my arm and said, "You go first".
I really didn't want to be the first. I wanted to build up courage while the others took their turns. I turned to the other boys, none of whom I knew by name, and asked if anyone else wanted to go first. They shook their heads.
So I nervously followed the girls into the toilets. My heart was beating wildly. I knew that this would be one of the biggest experiences of my teenage years.
It was my first time in the girls' toilets. My first impression was surprise that they looked almost the same as the boys' toilets, apart from the lack of urinals.
I didn't have long to think. There were four other girls standing waiting for us. More naked breasts? This was even better than I had expected.
I stood waiting for the first girl to take off her top, but they had other plans. One of the girls stepped behind me and pulled my arms roughly behind my back. I might have been strong enough to escape her grip, but two other girls went to my side and gripped my arms. "What's happening?" I asked the blonde girl, who was still standing in front of me.
She gave no answer. She put her hands on my waist and undid my belt. She unzipped my trousers and yanked them down to my knees. Then she did the same with my underpants, leaving me half naked.
At this moment I began to struggle in panic. I wriggled from side to side, trying to free my arms. I might have been able to escape, but the blonde girl, obviously the ringleader, intervened. She slapped my face so hard that it stung. I stood quivering, staring up into her eyes.
"Keep still or we'll hurt you. Badly".
She had a voice that demanded obedience. I ceased my struggles. It couldn't possibly get any worse, could it?
She bent forward and grabbed my trousers, by now below my knees. She searched my pockets and pulled out my loose change, slightly more than one pound.
She stood up straight and held out the coins in front of me. "Is this all you've got? You need to pay more to see our tits".
"I thought... I thought... I thought it was free".
At that moment I lost control of myself. I felt a warm flush below my waist as the blood began to flow into my penis. Without looking down I could feel it growing longer and edging upwards. I was glad that the blonde girl was looking at my face. She wouldn't notice my predicament.
I was too naive. One of the other girls shouted, "Look, he's enjoying it. He's getting a boner".
The girls all looked down at my embarrassing erection. I looked down at it as well, wishing it would go away fast. The girls were all laughing loud. I hung my head in shame.
Another harsh slap brought me to my senses. The blonde girl had slapped my left cheek again, in exactly the same place. My penis was throbbing, excited by the helplessness of my situation. She put her right hand around my throat, tightly enough to hurt me.
"Come back tomorrow with more money if you want to see our tits".
I nodded weakly, unable to talk.
"One more thing", she continued, squeezing my neck harder. I felt an unbearable pressure building up in my penis. I didn't understand why this was exciting me so much.
"When you go outside tell the other boys that you saw our tits. Do you understand?"
I nodded again.
"If you tell them what really happened we'll hurt you. Do you understand?"
This time her grip grew even tighter. I felt light headed as if I would pass out. I nodded very slightly. It can't have been enough to be interpreted as an answer, because she repeated her question.
"Do you understand?"
I gurgled something unintelligible. She released me.
"Now put your clothes back on and send in the next boy".
The blonde released my neck, and the other girls released my arms. I quickly pulled up my underpants and trousers. I had difficulty zipping my trousers over my still throbbing erection, which the girls watched with amusement.
I politely said "Bye" as I walked away, which they seemed to find funny. When I went out of the toilets the boys were standing in a semi-circle waiting for me.
"What was it like?" one of them asked.
"Fantastic", I replied.
"Now it's my turn", said Neil, hurrying towards the entrance where the blonde girl was waiting.
I wanted to stand quietly, listening for signs of what was going on inside, but the other boys gave me no peace. They wanted to know what the girls' breasts looked like. I spoke as little as possible, keeping to one-word answers like "Good" and "Great". I still didn't know what breasts looked like close up.
Eventually Neil emerged. I could see that he had tears in his eyes. He spoke only to me. "Let's go now", he said, grabbing his bike.
We rode out of the playground, into the main part of the Arboretum. Then he stopped, and we both got off our bikes.
"It was a trick", he said.
I replied that I knew.
"They took my money. They hit me".
Neil didn't tell me anything about having his trousers pulled down, but I could tell by his reaction that it had happened. He was too ashamed to go into any details. He wanted me to speak first, and I wasn't prepared to do so.
"We should report them to the police", he said.
"How?" I asked. "We don't even know their names".
We got back on our bikes and rode away in silence. We never discussed the afternoon again.
Day 2
That was the end of the story for Neil, but not for me. I hardly slept that night, thinking about the offer of seeing the girls' breasts for more money. I just wished that I had asked how much more was needed. I didn't have much money in those days. My pocket money was only one pound a week, most of which I spent on sweets. I opened my savings tin and counted my money. I had just over six pounds in coins. I asked my parents to change the money, and I was given two bank notes, a five pound note and a one pound note. I felt so rich.
The next day I went to the Arboretum alone. It was a cloudy day, and hardly anyone was in the playground. I sat for three hours waiting for the girls to return. They didn't.
Day 3
The day after that was the last day of the school holidays. Once more I went to the Arboretum playground by myself. This time there were more children, some my age, some younger, so I didn't stay in one place. I walked in circles around the perimeter of the playground, waiting for any sign of the girls. They didn't come back.
After two hours I was about to return home, when I caught a glimpse of blonde hair in the distance. It was her! She was walking with another girl that I didn't recognise, not one of the original six. I hurried in her direction until I intercepted her. My penis was already erect by the time I spoke to her.
I greeted her with a shy "Hi".
"Hi", she replied. "What do you want?"
"I still want to see your breasts. I have more money".
The other girl obviously had no idea what was happening and just looked at me as if I was mad. The blonde kept her cool.
"How much do you have?" she asked.
"Five pounds", I replied.
"Show me".
I pulled the five pound note out of my pocket and held it out. The blonde girl noticed the bulge in my trousers and smirked. She stood staring at my crotch so intensely that I felt naked before her.
"Well?" I asked.
She finally looked up at the five pound note in my shaking hand. She pulled it from between my fingers and put it in her pocket.
"That's still not enough", she said. She turned her back and began to walk away, followed by the other girl. My eyes were drawn to her bottom as she walked, perfectly emphasised by the tight jeans. My penis was so hard that I could hardly think. I wanted her.
"Wait!" I called. "I have more".
This made the girls halt in their tracks. They turned to face me. I walked up to the girls and pulled the remaining one pound note out of my pocket. Without hesitation she pulled it out of my hand and stuffed it into her tight pocket. Then she just stood looking at me.
Finally she asked sternly, "Is that it?"
Nervously I put my hand back in my pocket and fished my last few coins out from the bottom. As I moved my hand I couldn't stop it rubbing against my penis, driving me even wilder with lust. I held out my hand with the last few coins, which she disdainfully took and put in her pocket.
"Come back when you have more money and I'll show you my tits".
"But I can't come back tomorrow", I protested. "I have school".
"So do I", she answered. "I'll be here on Saturday".
"But... but... I won't have any money on Saturday".
"Then stay away", she replied. "I don't want to see you again. Stay out of my park until you have money for me".
Once more the blonde girl turned and walked away. This time I let her go. I stood watching her until she and her friend disappeared in the distance.
This is an aerial photograph of the Arboretum playground as it is today, thanks to Google Maps. There's a fence around the playground that wasn't there when the story took place. The two round buildings are what I call the mushrooms. The mushroom at the top right is the girls' toilet. The rest of the playground has been completely rebuilt. There's no longer a roundabout next to the toilet.
It was a sunny day in the park. To be precise, it was the Arboretum in Walsall. It was almost the end of the school holidays, and I was making the most of each free day while it lasted. I'd just turned 13, and I was spending the day with my best friend Neil. We used to spend hours riding our bikes in the park, from one end to the other, around the lakes, all the way to the canal at the end of the park. The Aboretum was divided into two halves, the original park and an extension, which was added 45 years after the original founding of the park. Between the two parts there was a steep path, our favourite place to ride our bikes. We rode downhill from the Broadway towards Buchanan Road, as fast as we could. It was essentially a dare. Which one of us would ride the fastest without braking? Neil was almost a year older than me, and he always won.
There was a children's playground near the entrance to the extension. Officially the age limit for the playground was 12, but it was a popular hangout for older children. Sometimes I used the swings and the slides, but my biggest interest was the roundabout. We turned it as fast as possible to make ourselves dizzy. Smaller children stayed away from the roundabout while the big boys were playing.
The boys' and girls' toilets were at opposite sides of the playground. They were surprisingly artistic, considering their purpose. They were circular, like large mushrooms. The playground has been completely rebuilt since I was 13, but the mushrooms are still there. The mushroom for the girls' toilets was close to the roundabout, where I was playing with Neil on that day.
Two girls approached the roundabout. They were slightly older than me, maybe 14 or 15. One of them made the offer, "If you come in the toilets we'll show you our tits".
Neil and I looked at one another speechless. There were a few other boys with us, who also didn't know what to say. Eventually one boy said, "I want to see it all", to which the answer was, "No, just our tits".
It was an exciting moment for me. The only bare breasts I had seen were on Page 3 of "The Sun". Now I was being offered an opportunity to see the real thing close up. I wouldn't say the girls were exceptionally beautiful, but for me as a 13-year-old, still struggling with puberty, they were unattainable goddesses. I wanted to see their naked breasts more than anything else, but I felt too shy to say Yes.
Neil gave my answer for me. "Yes, we want to see your tits".
I hated the word "tits" that the children were throwing around as if it were natural. It sounded so uncouth and disrespectful. I only ever used the word "breasts", a much more dignified word.
The same girl answered who had done all the speaking until now. She was slightly taller than me and had long blonde hair. She wore skin tight blue jeans, but her blouse was loose fitting and gave little clue to how well developed she was. "Just one at a time", she replied.
Neil grabbed my arm and said, "You go first".
I really didn't want to be the first. I wanted to build up courage while the others took their turns. I turned to the other boys, none of whom I knew by name, and asked if anyone else wanted to go first. They shook their heads.
So I nervously followed the girls into the toilets. My heart was beating wildly. I knew that this would be one of the biggest experiences of my teenage years.
It was my first time in the girls' toilets. My first impression was surprise that they looked almost the same as the boys' toilets, apart from the lack of urinals.
I didn't have long to think. There were four other girls standing waiting for us. More naked breasts? This was even better than I had expected.
I stood waiting for the first girl to take off her top, but they had other plans. One of the girls stepped behind me and pulled my arms roughly behind my back. I might have been strong enough to escape her grip, but two other girls went to my side and gripped my arms. "What's happening?" I asked the blonde girl, who was still standing in front of me.
She gave no answer. She put her hands on my waist and undid my belt. She unzipped my trousers and yanked them down to my knees. Then she did the same with my underpants, leaving me half naked.
At this moment I began to struggle in panic. I wriggled from side to side, trying to free my arms. I might have been able to escape, but the blonde girl, obviously the ringleader, intervened. She slapped my face so hard that it stung. I stood quivering, staring up into her eyes.
"Keep still or we'll hurt you. Badly".
She had a voice that demanded obedience. I ceased my struggles. It couldn't possibly get any worse, could it?
She bent forward and grabbed my trousers, by now below my knees. She searched my pockets and pulled out my loose change, slightly more than one pound.
She stood up straight and held out the coins in front of me. "Is this all you've got? You need to pay more to see our tits".
"I thought... I thought... I thought it was free".
At that moment I lost control of myself. I felt a warm flush below my waist as the blood began to flow into my penis. Without looking down I could feel it growing longer and edging upwards. I was glad that the blonde girl was looking at my face. She wouldn't notice my predicament.
I was too naive. One of the other girls shouted, "Look, he's enjoying it. He's getting a boner".
The girls all looked down at my embarrassing erection. I looked down at it as well, wishing it would go away fast. The girls were all laughing loud. I hung my head in shame.
Another harsh slap brought me to my senses. The blonde girl had slapped my left cheek again, in exactly the same place. My penis was throbbing, excited by the helplessness of my situation. She put her right hand around my throat, tightly enough to hurt me.
"Come back tomorrow with more money if you want to see our tits".
I nodded weakly, unable to talk.
"One more thing", she continued, squeezing my neck harder. I felt an unbearable pressure building up in my penis. I didn't understand why this was exciting me so much.
"When you go outside tell the other boys that you saw our tits. Do you understand?"
I nodded again.
"If you tell them what really happened we'll hurt you. Do you understand?"
This time her grip grew even tighter. I felt light headed as if I would pass out. I nodded very slightly. It can't have been enough to be interpreted as an answer, because she repeated her question.
"Do you understand?"
I gurgled something unintelligible. She released me.
"Now put your clothes back on and send in the next boy".
The blonde released my neck, and the other girls released my arms. I quickly pulled up my underpants and trousers. I had difficulty zipping my trousers over my still throbbing erection, which the girls watched with amusement.
I politely said "Bye" as I walked away, which they seemed to find funny. When I went out of the toilets the boys were standing in a semi-circle waiting for me.
"What was it like?" one of them asked.
"Fantastic", I replied.
"Now it's my turn", said Neil, hurrying towards the entrance where the blonde girl was waiting.
I wanted to stand quietly, listening for signs of what was going on inside, but the other boys gave me no peace. They wanted to know what the girls' breasts looked like. I spoke as little as possible, keeping to one-word answers like "Good" and "Great". I still didn't know what breasts looked like close up.
Eventually Neil emerged. I could see that he had tears in his eyes. He spoke only to me. "Let's go now", he said, grabbing his bike.
We rode out of the playground, into the main part of the Arboretum. Then he stopped, and we both got off our bikes.
"It was a trick", he said.
I replied that I knew.
"They took my money. They hit me".
Neil didn't tell me anything about having his trousers pulled down, but I could tell by his reaction that it had happened. He was too ashamed to go into any details. He wanted me to speak first, and I wasn't prepared to do so.
"We should report them to the police", he said.
"How?" I asked. "We don't even know their names".
We got back on our bikes and rode away in silence. We never discussed the afternoon again.
Day 2
That was the end of the story for Neil, but not for me. I hardly slept that night, thinking about the offer of seeing the girls' breasts for more money. I just wished that I had asked how much more was needed. I didn't have much money in those days. My pocket money was only one pound a week, most of which I spent on sweets. I opened my savings tin and counted my money. I had just over six pounds in coins. I asked my parents to change the money, and I was given two bank notes, a five pound note and a one pound note. I felt so rich.
The next day I went to the Arboretum alone. It was a cloudy day, and hardly anyone was in the playground. I sat for three hours waiting for the girls to return. They didn't.
Day 3
The day after that was the last day of the school holidays. Once more I went to the Arboretum playground by myself. This time there were more children, some my age, some younger, so I didn't stay in one place. I walked in circles around the perimeter of the playground, waiting for any sign of the girls. They didn't come back.
After two hours I was about to return home, when I caught a glimpse of blonde hair in the distance. It was her! She was walking with another girl that I didn't recognise, not one of the original six. I hurried in her direction until I intercepted her. My penis was already erect by the time I spoke to her.
I greeted her with a shy "Hi".
"Hi", she replied. "What do you want?"
"I still want to see your breasts. I have more money".
The other girl obviously had no idea what was happening and just looked at me as if I was mad. The blonde kept her cool.
"How much do you have?" she asked.
"Five pounds", I replied.
"Show me".
I pulled the five pound note out of my pocket and held it out. The blonde girl noticed the bulge in my trousers and smirked. She stood staring at my crotch so intensely that I felt naked before her.
"Well?" I asked.
She finally looked up at the five pound note in my shaking hand. She pulled it from between my fingers and put it in her pocket.
"That's still not enough", she said. She turned her back and began to walk away, followed by the other girl. My eyes were drawn to her bottom as she walked, perfectly emphasised by the tight jeans. My penis was so hard that I could hardly think. I wanted her.
"Wait!" I called. "I have more".
This made the girls halt in their tracks. They turned to face me. I walked up to the girls and pulled the remaining one pound note out of my pocket. Without hesitation she pulled it out of my hand and stuffed it into her tight pocket. Then she just stood looking at me.
Finally she asked sternly, "Is that it?"
Nervously I put my hand back in my pocket and fished my last few coins out from the bottom. As I moved my hand I couldn't stop it rubbing against my penis, driving me even wilder with lust. I held out my hand with the last few coins, which she disdainfully took and put in her pocket.
"Come back when you have more money and I'll show you my tits".
"But I can't come back tomorrow", I protested. "I have school".
"So do I", she answered. "I'll be here on Saturday".
"But... but... I won't have any money on Saturday".
"Then stay away", she replied. "I don't want to see you again. Stay out of my park until you have money for me".
Once more the blonde girl turned and walked away. This time I let her go. I stood watching her until she and her friend disappeared in the distance.
This is an aerial photograph of the Arboretum playground as it is today, thanks to Google Maps. There's a fence around the playground that wasn't there when the story took place. The two round buildings are what I call the mushrooms. The mushroom at the top right is the girls' toilet. The rest of the playground has been completely rebuilt. There's no longer a roundabout next to the toilet.
Saturday, 12 August 2017
The Arrival
"Stay back", I ordered my men.
I was the leader of an elite team of secret agents entrusted with defending my country from foreign threats. I had received a tip off that foreign agents would arrive by boat, so we were waiting in the bushes by the shore in the middle of the night. We didn't have to wait for long. A small boat halted a few meters from the beach, and three figures in dark skin suits waded to the shore. Even in the dim moonlight I could make out that they were all women.
I knew from experience that the best time to approach them was when they were getting changed, when they didn't have their hands free to use a gun. As soon as I saw them begin to unzip their suits I stepped forward, followed by my men. I pointed my gun at the chest of the closest woman. None of them made any attempt to draw their weapons. They were outnumbered five to three. They didn't stand a chance and they knew it.
The woman in front of me put her hands on the back of her head. This had the effect of lifting her breasts, so I automatically looked down at them. Her top was only partially open, which meant that her nipples were still concealed, but I could look deep into her cleavage. I must have stared for a few seconds.
Finally she asked me, almost coquettishly, "What do you intend to do with me?"
I snapped out of my daydreams and remembered the official protocol for handling enemy agents who made no attempt to resist. I had a few options to choose from.
"We could easily have picked you off as you arrived", I began. "That wouldn't have been fair. We're not animals. You can either leave the country the way you came or remain here, but if you stay here we'll come for you tomorrow and we won't show mercy".
The woman looked directly into my eyes, as if trying to weigh me up. I finally had time to look at her face. She had short cut brown hair and lips that were caught in a perpetual pout.
"Thank you for your generosity", she replied. "We'll stay, but be warned. We're not easy targets. You're the ones who will be left dead on the ground".
Was she really threatening me while I was pointing a gun directly at her chest? Her self-confidence made me feel uneasy, but I lowered my gun and put it back in its holster. My men were observing me, their faces showing puzzlement at the light way I was handling the women, but they too lowered their guns.
The woman removed her hands from her head, but instead of lowering her arms she wrapped them around my neck and pulled me forward for a kiss. She pressed her body against me, her clothes still wet from the sea. Her tongue forced its way between my lips, thrusting in and out as I stood passively, not sure of what to do. Her hands caressed my back while she pressed her crotch against mine.
After what seemed like an eternity she leaned back and looked into my eyes. Her hands were cupping my face, gently, lovingly. All I could feel was the pressure of my penis hard against her belly. I wanted her. I smiled at her. She smiled back. Then she slowly dragged her nails down over my cheeks.
I gasped with pain. What was she doing? Was it a sign of her passion? If this was her idea of foreplay I had to accept it. But it hurt, it hurt so much. Her hands slowly ran down my arms, over my fingertips, to my hips. I put my right hand to my cheek and realised I was bleeding. I needed to check myself in a mirror to see how bad the scars were.
Her left hand gripped my crotch, her fingers squeezing my hard penis that was outlined by my jeans. I gasped again, this time with lust.
The woman spoke loudly, as much for the others as for me. "I've marked you. You're mine. Nobody else is allowed to kill you. You're mine".
I stared into her eyes in disbelief. What was happening? Her hand continued to squeeze my penis, tensing and relaxing rhythmically.
Then I felt something hard poking into my ribs. I looked down and saw she was holding a gun. My gun. When I looked back up she was smiling at me. I raised my hands up above my head in surrender.
She grinned and lowered the gun. "You spared us, so we'll spare you. Fair is fair. I just want you to know I can kill you any time I want to".
She handed me back my gun and I slipped it into my holster. Never for a moment did she remove her hand from my penis. It was throbbing so much that I thought I might cum.
"What's your name?" she asked.
I replied, "Mike".
"I have a notebook. I write about all the men I kill".
She squeezed my penis harder.
My heart was pounding. My voice dropped to little more than a whisper, and I asked her, "Will you... will you write a chapter about me?"
The woman laughed lightly. "You won't get a whole chapter. You won't live that long".
She stepped back, finally releasing my throbbing penis.
"It's time to go now, girls", she said.
She zipped up her skin suit again and picked up the bag that presumably contained her fresh clothes and other items.
"Wait", I called. "What's your name?"
She swung the bag over her shoulder. "Ask me again next time you see me. If you dare".
The three women walked away, their hips swinging seductively, emphasised by the tight skin suits. Neither I nor the other men dared follow them.
"Bye, Mike", the woman called without looking back.
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