By NAMB
Copyright 2026 by NAMB all rights reserved
[3,535 words]
* * * * *Rope Turn (A Chubby Girls’ Club Story)
Authors note: this
story is a bit autobiographical. In the neighborhood in which I grew
up, jumping rope was strictly a “girl thing.” Boys did not jump rope.
However, we were sometimes pressed into service turning the ropes so
all the girls could participate in the game. I will tell you this:
turning rope isn’t as easy as it seems. It requires matching time with
the rhyme, getting the right arc and woe be it to the boy who didn’t do
it to the girls’ satisfaction. A candy bar was the standard bribe for
the position.
This is a “continuation” of Chubby Girls’ Club
3. This story will make more sense if you read the series first. Lisa
and Amy met up with Ava and Terri and their kid sisters, Carol and
Judy, at the playground. The girls just jerked off Tom and Greg behind
the maintenance shed. We pick up the story from there.
-=o=-
As Amy and Lisa were getting ready to leave Ava asked them, “Do you
think you can let us … I mean Terri and me and our sisters, do them
again sometime?”
“I don’t know, girls. As we just saw, boys
only have so much cum. Charleen and Nancy will do them on school days
and Saturdays and Lisa and I are going to want to do them at other
times.
We just don’t have enough boy to go around. It sounds like you’re going to have to get a boy of your own.”
“How are we going to do that?” Ava asked. “We just can’t go up to some
boys and ask them to get naked for us. They’d think we’re crazy.”
“Well,” Lisa said pensively, “Charleen and Nancy tell us that they tricked the boys into doing it for them.”
Amy piped up. “That’s probably it. Boys are stupid and easy to trick. I’m sure your girls can think of something.”
“But we’re just little girls. We’re only going into the 5th grade. How are we going to trick older boys into getting naked for us?”
“You may be young, but you’re girls. That means that you are smarter than boys your age or even older.
I’ve been told that if you blow sunshine up a boy’s ass: flatter or challenge his ego, you can get him to do anything for you.”
The younger girls mulled that statement over.
-=o=-
It was the following Saturday, and the four girls were back in the
playground jumping rope. They would have liked to have the whole group
jump at once, but two of the girls had to turn the rope while the other
two jumped. It was nice when they could have a steady stream of girls
jumping in and out of the twirling rope or even have two girls or maybe
even three jumping at the same time.
“We have to find someone to turn the rope for us,” Ava mused. “If we could do that, then we could do a four-girl mega jump.”
Carol gasped. “All of us at once?!”
Judy bounced up and down with excitement so hard her glasses slipped down. “Like the big girls do?”
“Who can we get?” Terri replied. “There are no other girls here; just those two boys over there.”
Those two boys were Eddie and Frank. They just stood by the basketball court watching the girls play.
Ava pointed. “Them?”
Terri nodded. “They look rope-turning-capable.”
“Very rope-turning-capable,” Judy agreed seriously.
Carol whispered, “They look like they’re going to say no.”
“Then we don’t give them the option,” Ava said.
“How are we going to do that?” Terri asked.
“Follow my lead.”
The four girls marched over in determined formation like soldiers marching off to battle.
Eddie noticed first. “Why are they walking like that?”
Frank glanced up. “Oh no. They seem to be up to something. I got a bad feeling about this.”
Too late.
“Hi, Eddie,” Ava said sweetly.
“Hi, Frank,” Terri added, smiling way too big.
“Whatcha doin’?” Ava said sweetly
Frank responded, “Just hanging out. Hoping some more guys show up so we can play a game.”
“If you want to play a game. We have a game you can play.”
“What do you need us to do?” Eddie asked cautiously.
“We require your services,” Ava said.
Frank blinked. “Are we knights now?”
“You’re rope turners,” Judy said.
Carol held up the handles of the jump rope like an offering. “Please?” she added with little-girl sweetness.
Frank stepped back. “Nope. Hard pass. That’s little kid stuff. Worse than that, it’s girl stuff.”
Terri put her hands on her hips. “Oh really? Are you afraid of not being able to do it?”
“It’s not that,” Eddie protested. “It’s just— we don’t— we’re not—”
“I think you can’t do it properly,” Ava teased, remembering to challenge the boys’ egos like Lisa and Amy suggested.
“We totally can,” Frank said automatically.
“Prove it,” she said, adding another insult to their egos.
The trap snapped shut.
Before they knew it, both boys were holding the rope handles, looking deeply betrayed by their own pride.
“What do we do?” Eddie asked.
“Just turn it smooth,” Terri coached. “Like a big circle.”
“Don’t go fast,” Carol added.
“Or slow,” Judy added.
“Or weird,” Ava finished.
Frank stared. “Those instructions cancel each other out.”
“Just… normal!” all four girls said.
The boys started turning the rope.
Slap… slap… slap… went the rope against the pavement.
Ava and Terri coached the boys on how to use their wrists as well as
their arms to turn the rope and the two girls tapped on the ground with
their sneakers to pat out the rhythm.
The boys learned quickly. It only took a couple of minutes for them to get the rope circling properly.
Ava remembered, “blow sunshine.” She stated, “You’re doing great boys.
Wow. You’re really doing good. You guys learn quick! Keep doing it.
Thanks.”
In spite of feeling uncomfortable, the boys smiled.
The rope hit the ground clean and steadily. Slap… slap… slap… now with a very predictable rhythm.
Ava took command and gave the boys more instructions. “Here is how we are going to do it.
First, we’ll do it with one girl at a time. She will jump in, jump for
a while and then jump out and the next girl will jump in.
Then
when we get better, the second girl will jump in while the first girl
is still jumping. They will jump together for a couple of turns, and
the first girl will jump out. The new girl will jump for a while, and
another girl will jump in to take her place.
Then we will graduate to three girls and finally all four of us.
Got it?”
She got a nod from the boys.
“Now you boys have a very important role in this. We girls get our cues
to jump in and out based on the rhymes. We want you to recite the
rhymes while we girls jump.
“We can’t do that,” Eddie complained.
“Of course you can,” Ava responded. “You’ve been coming here since you
were little boys. You’ve heard girls chant them hundreds of times. You
know the rhymes as well as we do.”
“It’s just that … well … the rhymes are GIRL THINGS.”
“Oh come on; don’t be such sissies. It’s only a bunch of words. Who
could be afraid of that?” (challenge the boys’ egos) . “It’s part of
the game. You’re doing so well with it. I’m sure you are brave enough
to do it.” (blowing sunshine) “Don’t ruin it.” (add a little guilt).
“You can do it.” (more sunshine).
The boys reluctantly agreed.
“All right!” Terri yelled. “Turn the rope and start the rhyme! Let’s do
‘Teddy Bear’ to start. That’s a simple one to do and it will give
everyone a chance to warm up.”
The boys started out in a low voice and they weren’t coordinated.
“ENERGY!” Carol shouted.
Ava added, “You can do better than that, we know you can.”
Frank spoke out louder, “Teddy bear, teddy bear.” Ava jumped in.
Eddie joined in, “Turn around”. Ava twirled 180 degrees in mid jump.
“Teddy bear, teddy bear, touch the ground.”
Ava reached down and touched the pavement with her hand and bounced back up with perfect timing.
The boys were impressed with how skillful she was.
Now the boys were both chanting more confidently, getting better turn by turn, verse by verse.
The girls started clapping.
The boys got competitive with each other and their voices stronger.
They were even putting inflection in the right places. They didn’t seem
to care that they were beginning to sound sing-song. If it weren’t for
the lower register of their voices, it could just as well be two girls
singing the chant.
The girls made the boys go through several
chants: Cinderella Dressed in Yellow, Miss Mary Mack, Ice Cream Soda,
Engine Engine Number Nine, and several others.
It was when they got to Bubble Gum, Bubble Gum, that the boys got snarky. Eddie looked at Frank and Frank nodded back.
As they were counting up, Eddie announced, “FASTER!” to his fellow rope turner.
“NO!” all four girls screamed.
Too late.
The rope sped up.
The girls shrieked and laughed. Ava jumped out. A turn or two later, Terri jumped in.
“five, six, seven, eight …” Frank yelled.
He and Eddie turned the rope faster and faster. Terri pounded the pavement with her sneakers with the rapidity of a jackhammer.
The rope was now a blur; it whistled shrilly as it tore through the air with its speed.
The rest of the girls counted off excitedly, “Nine, ten, eleven … “ all
the way to 16 before Terri’s tired legs gave out. The rope caught her
leg and she stumbled out.
She took a deep breath and then
managed to pull herself up to her full 4-foot,10 inch stature, put her
hands on her hips and glared at the boys, “I suppose you think that was
funny?”
Frank shot back, “Well … YES!”
Ava actually
laughed, “Give them a break, Terri. They’re being good sports about
this,” she added. She knew some positive reinforcement (blowing
sunshine) would make the boys more pliable.
However, she did
know that she had to admonish the boys to keep them in their places.
“You boys did well, but there are rules, you know.” She felt proud of
herself as she lectured the boys, “Start off slow then keep the rope
turning moderately until we start counting. Then increase the speed
gradually: very gradually. Don’t go TOO fast. Give the poor girl a
chance to catch up.” She delivered these instructions like a teacher
telling a student how to do a task.
The boys went back to work, this time with a new rhyme. It was Judy’s turn and she jumped in.
The group kept at it for the rest of the afternoon. They barely made it
to a third girl jumping in and the extra girl jumping out before it was
lunch time and the girls had to go home.
The boys stopped and their arms lay limp at their side.
Frank wiped his forehead. “Why is this so exhausting?”
The girls burst out laughing. “All you boys did was stand there turning the rope. We girls did all the jumping.”
“You girls TOOK TURNS jumping,” Frank noted. “We boys turned the rope constantly.”
“That’s why we hired you,” Judy giggled.
Everyone sat down in a circle.
Ava rolled onto her back, grinning up at the sky. “Best round ever.”
Terri pointed at the boys. “You two are officially hired.”
“Hired?” Eddie said.
“Zero pay,” Judy added.
“Unlimited fun for us girls,” Carol said.
Frank groaned. “That’s the worst contract I’ve ever heard.”
“Come on boys, admit it; you had fun.
“It WAS more fun than just hanging around,” Frank admitted.
Ava said, “One more thing, boys. Meet us back here after lunch.”
“No way,” Eddie said. “We did enough.”
“Do you want the other boys to know how nicely you play with little girls and sing out the rhymes?”
“You’re not going tell anyone?” Frank asked.
“We don’t have to tell them anything. We can show them.”
“What do you mean?”
“This,” Ava said showing the boys the videos she took of them (when it
wasn’t her turn to jump) turning the rope and chanting the girlish
rhymes.
“Erase that!”
“I can but it’s already saved in the cloud. I also sent emails to the other girls.”
“What do you want?”
“Meet us here after lunch and we’ll tell you.”
The boys walked off in one direction. The girls walked away in another.
“Come on girls,” Ava said, “We got some serious planning to do over lunch.”
-=o=-
The girls made their plans over lunch.
“I wish Charleen and Nancy were here. I bet they could tell us how to get boys naked in an instant,” Ava regretted
“Well, they’re not. So, we’ll just have to go it alone,” Terri
responded. “I think we stick with the game plan. We challenge their
egos and reward them when they comply. We already tricked them into
turning the rope for us.
This will be like that, only the stakes are higher, and we do have the videos as leverage.”
The girls arrived at the playground early. Ava and Terri just hung
around, too nervous to play any games. Carol and Judy busied themselves
on the swings.
“I wish I could be as calm as they are,” Ava lamented.
“They’re just little girls. I don’t think they appreciate what we are trying to do here.”
“Maybe it’s getting old for them. They saw Tom’s and Greg’s penises and
those are huge. Anything we do from here on is probably going to be
downhill. I doubt that we will find any boys as big as what we’ve
already seen.”
“I don’t think the fascination will wear off that quickly. Penises aren’t something they see every day.”
“We don’t see them every day either,” Ava laughed. “But I see your
point, there is still enough curiosity over just what one … or in this
case … two, look like.
They probably like the idea of staying
dressed while the boys get naked, but they still don’t appreciate the
…” she trailed off.
Terri picked up the tread, “… sexual domination.”
“Yes, but I do think they appreciate the boy domination. It’s not just a matter of seeing penises.
Did you see how their faces lit up when we got the boys to agree to
turn the rope? I think they like the idea of girls telling boys what to
do and the boys have to do it.”
“I suppose you’re right. Eventually, when they get older they’ll appreciate what’s really going on.”
“That’s exactly it! We girls don’t have a penis, so we don’t have a
piece of flesh hanging out there in the open for everyone to see … and
play with … and be used to control the boy himself.”
“They are
still relatively new at this. Remember when we were their age and we
got Billy Green and Tommy Massey to show is theirs?”
“Yeah, we
thought we were such big girls then. Then when we started telling
everyone we found out that almost every other girl in the class had
also seen one.”
“I wish it were that easy now.”
Just then Carol came running over, “They’re coming,” she said excitedly.
“This is good news,” Ava said. “I was afraid they wouldn’t show.”
“Yup, it means they are taking our threats seriously.”
The boys arrived and said, “Hello, girls.”
The girls felt a bit funny by not being called “Miss” by boys. They had gotten used to that.
“Carol, go play with Judy. We have some things to discuss with the boys. We’ll call you over when we decide what to do.”
“Look, girls,” Eddie began, “It was fun playing with you girls. I’ll
admit it. But I think you’re taking this thing too far. We did a nice
thing for you and now you’re threatening to embarrass us over it.”
“We have reputations, you know,” Frank put in.
“Yes, we do know,” Ava replied, “And that is precisely why you don’t want those videos going out.”
“So, what do you want,” Eddie said. He seemed to be the spokesman for
the boys. “We can give you money, but we don’t have a lot.”
“We don’t want money.”
“What do you want?”
This was the moment Ava was waiting for, and now that it arrived, it gripped her throat with fear. She could barely speak.
“We want YOU. … We want to see you naked.”
“What? No way!”
“We girls have seen penises before.”
“Sure, on baby boys. That doesn’t count.”
“On boys older than you.”
“Who?”
“That’s for us girls to know. And yes, we’ve also seen our share of
cute little pee-pees on little boys. Is that what you are afraid of?
Are you smaller than, oh let’s say, a seven-year-old?”
“No,” Eddie said and then louder, “HELL NO.”
“Well, you’d have to prove it and there’s only one way to do that.”
Eddie tried to change the subject, “If you’ve seen boys bigger than us, then why do you want to see us?”
“Because you’re cute.”
The boys blushed and she went on, “and because we’ve seen enough
penises to know that they are not ‘If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them
all.’ Each boy is different. We would like to know what YOURS look
like. Are they as cute as the rest of you?”
“But it is such a private thing?”
Ava pushed on with her attack, “Do you boys jerk off?”
“You KNOW about that!”
“We girls know a lot of things. Yes, we know what jerking off is. We’ve
even watched other boys do it. We even did it to them. How good can you
cum? Do you shoot a lot? Do you shoot it far?
We’d like to know how much of a man each of you are.”
The boys were shocked into silence.
Ava went on, “Given all we know about boys, do you really think we’d hesitate to send out the videos?”
She let those words sink in as the boys remained speechless.
“It doesn’t have to be this way. We can do this the friendly way.
We know you boys jerk off. Every boy does it. That’s one of the funny
things about it. We girls probably talk about jerking off more among
ourselves than you boys do. It’s a topic at almost every sleepover. We
wonder who’s doing it and how they do it and how often.
So,
it’s simple. We go someplace private. You drop your pants and either
you jerk off while we watch or you let us jerk you off.
I
suggest the you let us jerk you off. We’re really good at doing it. The
last boys we did said that they really liked it and that it felt better
than when they did it themselves.
Have either of you boys ever had someone else jerk you off?”
They got a couple of very humble, “nos.”
“So, let’s stay friends and we keep everything just between us. Nobody else will ever know.”
“What about the other girls?” Frank said, pointing to Carol and Judy playing on the swings.
“They’re our sisters.”
“But they are just little girls.”
“They have seen boys, too. You can trust them. Terri and I have enough
incriminating evidence on them to keep them in line. So far, we’ve been
holding back since that’s what sisters do.”
The boys shook their heads but said, “OK.”
“Great!” Ava said clapping her hands.
Turning to the swings she said, “Come on girls, we’re going to play a private game with the boys.”
Judy asked, “Are we going to make them squirt?”
“I want to see that again,” Carol added.
Ava took Eddie’s hand. Terri took Frank’s hand. The girls led them to the bushes by the maintenance shed.
Epilog
The girls established a routine with the boys. They joined with
Charleen and Nancy and Amy and Lisa for Saturday morning get togethers
with all four boys where they experimented learning new games with the
boys.
They occasionally braved the alleyway behind the old
bakery for some naked boy jump rope. They even came up with their own
rhyme:
Eddie, Eddie are you ready
Frank, Frank do a prank
All us girls we know a trick
To see a boy and rub his dick
Rub it, rub it, rub his cock
Make it solid like a rock.
Make it big, make it hard
Make him do it in the yard
Make it hard make it big
Make him do a little jig
Dress him in a pretty skirt
Make it leak - make it squirt
Make him squirt his sticky mess.
Put him in a party dress.
How many squirts can we make him do?
Count with me, two by two
2, 4, 6, 8 …
The girls enjoyed watching their penises jiggle as their rope turners became naked jumpers.