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PART I
Why did he do it? John couldnt easily say. But for two months he had paid a heavy price for his lust. Guilt hung over him like a heavy blanket he was unable to shake off. But soon, the waiting and the agony would be over. He disliked hospitals even smart private clinics like this one. Yet he was here out of choice. It was his decision and his alone: to be castrated as a punishment for what he had done and to stop him reoffending ever again. They werent ready for him yet and the delay was agonising. He flicked through the magazines but couldnt concentrate. He sat there motionless, staring fixedly at the wall, lost in thought, pondering his empty life. John was 30, single and unemployed. He lived by himself in a small, run-down bedsit on the outskirts of town. His grimy front window which he could never bother to clean looked out on to the street outside. Often he would fill the empty hours staring listlessly through the dirty glass from behind net curtains. It was usually fairly quiet. The occasional passer-by would stroll along and John would watch them absent mindedly. But one particular day, he took more notice. A girl was walking along. She was around 17 with long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She wore a white patterned dress with little pink sequins braided into it. She looked happy and as the sun caught her dress, the sequins twinkled. There was a twinkle in Johns eye too. The light white fabric was no match for strong summer sunshine which cut straight through it. John stared in fascination at those strong slim legs beneath her skirt. But looking at her wasnt enough for him. John was a flasher. Just one more time, he said to himself. He removed his jeans and underpants and grabbed his pair of running shorts which he put on, forcing his semi erect penis inside them. And then, he slipped out of the door, gently closing it behind him. The girl was approaching the end of the street. There were roads either side but straight ahead was a dead end, save for a sandy path which led to woodland. Please go in the wood, please, implored John as he silently ran after her. He was in luck. She did so and John, panting in anticipation, caught her up and ran straight past her. Sarah thought nothing of it. He was just another jogger; two had already huffed and puffed past her earlier on. As for her, she was in no hurry. She was off for a nice walk through the woods, all alone save for the birds, the butterflies and the trees. John had kept jogging for a good way until the path led into thick woodland. He looked around carefully. No-one was about. He stepped off the path behind a tree which still afforded him a view of the route the girl would take. John pulled down his shorts, almost ripping them as he struggled to push them off his shoes. He threw them to the floor. He took his now erect penis into his hand. He began to masturbate slowly and carefully, eyes fixed on the path. Suddenly Sarah appeared and began to walk along it. PART II John allowed her to get closer before making his move. She looked perfect with an innocence which all too many have lost by her age. She was about a minutes walk away from him now and he stepped out on to the path. He stopped masturbating, fearing the intense excitement would make him climax. Instead, he just stood there, cock erect and pointing towards the girl, waiting for her. Sarah trotted along, often glancing to her left and right into the dark woods. Then she saw John. She didnt notice his penis at first. It was just a man standing there. She saw his bare legs and subconsciously assumed he had shorts on. Sarah smiled in acknowledgement. She drew closer. Then she became aware the man wasnt moving. She looked up at his face, he wasnt smiling back. John was staring at her, through her. And then she saw his penis. Thick and erect, surrounded by jet black pubic hair pointing straight at her. She stopped dead in her tracks. Eyes wide, a look of shock filled her face. John reached down and took his penis in his hand. Slowly, calmly, he pulled the foreskin back and began to masturbate in front of her. Sarah was rooted to the spot, staring at him in horror. And then John began to walk towards her. Go away, she shouted, still unable to move. John came right up to her and as he did so, she crumbled to the ground. He stood over her, trembling. He had never done this before. All his previous flashes had been brief encounters a quick exposure and a wank in front of his victims, before scurrying off. But this time it was different. John looked around. There was nobody about save him and Sarah now sobbing in a heap on the forest floor. He didnt want it to happen but couldnt help himself. He dropped to his knees alongside her and began caressing her legs, those strong firm legs he had seen standing outside his dirty window. Still wanking with one hand, he pushed his other hand under her dress and pulled it up. His conscience was desperately trying to prick him. Dont, do anything, please dont do anything, ran that voice inside his mind. But he couldnt help himself. In a moment of madness, John was about to do something very wrong that he would always regret. TO BE CONTINUED
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