Author: Alexander
Title: Cynthia's Education
Part: 4
Summary: Cynthia gets naked again in the park, this time with a
classmate of Nathan's watching.  The classmate, Julie, makes Nathan
masturbate onto Cynthia's face again, so she can watch.
Keywords: mg, mfg, ped, exhib, public, oral, masturbation, pre-teen,
voyeur

   Saturday, May 12, 1984.

   The next week was excruciating as the hours and days crawled by.  I
could not leave my house without glancing up at the window of Cynthia's
room, wondering if she was there, if she was naked.  I imagined her in
class at school, imagined her thinking about me, about my cock and my come,
about being naked on the jungle gym in the park while she played with her
friends on the jungle gym at school.  Would she be able to keep our secret?
Would she be able to keep her clothes on during recess?  Did she have any
desire to be naked at school, or was it only with me?  That was an
interesting question.  I fantasized about hiding in the closet of her
classroom so I could watch as she stripped in front of her classmates. 
Logistically, that one might be difficult to realize.

   7PM sharp my already raging hard-on and I climbed the Blossoms' front
steps as Cynthia burst out of the screen door to greet me.  She hugged me,
felt my erection, looked down at my bulging crotch, then up at my face and
grinned.  "Let's go," she said, pulling me toward my car parked across the
street.  "Wait, I should say hi to your mom first." Mrs.  Blossom appeared
at the screen door then and I saw her glance down at my crotch and her eyes
grow wide at my bulging crotch hovering inches from her daughter's face. 
My hands jerked in front of my pants to hide the bulge, which was of course
exactly the wrong thing to do, broadcasting my guilt, and my face turned
beet red, until to my disbelief she smiled at me and said, "It's all right.
I remember when Mr.  Blossom was your age, that thing popped up at the most
inappropriate times." The mind's ability to create a reasonable explanation
for something when the obvious explanation is too difficult to confront is
endless, and I thanked the stars for it.  At least, I thought, I think that
is what happened.  What did she mean by inappropriate?  That her daughter
was there, or that she had seen me?

   I smiled back at her gratefully, and then ridiculously, my eyes fell to
her large breasts straining against the tank top she was wearing.  She
grinned even wider and said, "Have fun, you two." "Come on!" Cynthia said
and tugged on my hand.

   Both our hearts sank when we saw another car parked in the park's
parking lot.  I glanced over at Cynthia, who was peering over the
dashboard, trying to see who had invaded our space.  "It looks like we're
out of luck today," I said.  "No!" she whined, and kicked the dashboard. 
"I know, Cynthia; but it's not my fault.  We'll just have to come back
another time." Then she actually started sobbing as I pulled in next to the
other car.  "Hey, it's okay!" I said, trying to sound bright to cheer her
up.  "Listen, let's get out and see what is going on.  Maybe there will be
someone there to play with.  Do you want to?" She settled down and nodded.
"Okay, good, let's go see," I said, and wiped the tears from her cheeks
with my thumbs.  Man, the emotions of a nine year old girl were precarious.

   As we climbed out of the car and head for the jungle gym, we could see
that it was a little boy playing on the slide, and a girl about my age
sitting on my bench.  Cynthia seemed to cheer up, and broke free from my
hand and ran toward the equipment.  The girl on the bench was actually a
couple years older than me, probably a senior, and way out of my league. 
She was wearing a short black denim skirt, a big belt, and a t-shirt with a
wide neck down over one deeply tan shoulder with no hint of a tan line, far
too tan for the middle of May, I thought.  She was slouched on the bench,
her butt hanging off the edge, her long smooth shiny brown legs sprawled
out over the wood chips, and her pretty feet with their flip-flops flapping
against her soles as she curled and uncurled her long toes with perfectly
polished red nails.  My mind was engulfed in static as I imagined what
might lurk in the dark shadow of the triangle created by the curves of her
thighs and the skirt stretched between them.  Panties?  No panties?  Hair?
Could she be shaved?

   "Hi," I croaked as I sat down next to her.  She straightened up on the
bench and pressed her knees together and tried, not entirely successfully,
to show me a friendly smile.  "Hi," she said.  "Are you baby-sitting?" I
asked her.  "Yup." This was not going well.  "Me too." Our awkward
conversation continued sporadically for the next few minutes.  I did manage
to get out of her that we went to the same school (which it made her very
uncomfortable to admit--I could see her imagining me chasing her down the
halls next Monday to say hi to my new friend), her name was Julie, she was
indeed a senior, and she and the boy Jeffrey lived on the other side of the
park from Cynthia and me, so the boy and Cynthia went to different grade
schools.

   Suddenly she said, "whoops!" and laughed and nodded toward the monkey
bars.  There dangled Cynthia, stark naked, her legs spread open toward us.
"Cynthia!" I exclaimed.  Then it dawned on me that Julie had laughed, and I
decided to try something.  I shook my head and said, "tsk, she does stuff
like this all the time," and leaned back, making no move to cover Cynthia.
It turned me on to ogle Cynthia's smooth little pussy while sitting next to
this sexy girl to my left.  I looked out of the corner of my eye at her
while she also looked at Cynthia swinging naked on the bars in front of us.
The little girl turned and began swinging herself back and forth across the
bars.  "Uh, well, aren't you going to tell her to put her clothes back on?"
I shrugged.  "You saw; she'll just take them off again." I glanced behind
us.  "There's no one around; she's not hurting anything." I fired a test
shot.  "You're sure getting an eyeful." I missed my mark; she didn't blush,
or even blink.  "Whatever, I'm sure you get off looking at naked little
girls.  You probably like it." She, unfortunately, [i]did[/i] hit her mark,
and I felt myself blush.  She saw that and laughed at me.  "Ha ha, I'm
right!  That turns you on, doesn't it!" "No.  Whatever.  I think you're
hot." That was incredibly lame.

   Julie leaned forward and called to Cynthia.  "Cynthia, come here a
minute." I noticed that unlike me, she wasn't the least bit shy about this
naked girl parading around in the middle of a park.  Cynthia dropped down
and walked up to Julie, her chest out, strutting her nudity proudly.  She
glanced at me to see if I was watching.  This was all, of course, for my
benefit, and by now my cock was straining against my pants.  Jeffrey seemed
to be unconcerned by what was going on, and had settled himself into the
dirt under the slide to play with some twigs.  Cynthia came to Julie's
other side from me and put her hands on Julie's smooth thigh, leaning
forward and pressing her pale abdomen against Julie's brown skin.  Julie
leaned forward and cupped her hands around Cynthia's ear.  This made me
very uncomfortable but excited, and I pressed on my cock through my jeans
as Julie whispered.  Cynthia nodded, agreeing completely with whatever
Julie had said.  Julie whispered something else, then Cynthia whispered
back to Julie, looking at me over Julie's nose.

   "Really!" Julie said aloud, putting her hand on Cynthia's naked back. 
"Well well well." She looked at me.  "I asked Cynthia if your penis is hard
when you are around her, and she said not only that, you rubbed it and shot
white stuff on her!" I glared at Cynthia with my mouth hanging open,
shocked at her betrayal.  She looked back at me defiantly, challenging me
to respond.  In for a penny, I thought.  "Yeah, she caught me and wanted to
know what I was doing." "So you showed her?  You really are a perv!" My
mind was saying run but my cock wanted to stay.  "Tell me what you did,
exactly." I hesitated.  "Hm, Jeffrey and I probably should be going now--"
"Okay!" I told her how she asked me to explain the Vaseline, and how I
found her naked in her bed, and that she asked me to show her what I was
talking about.  I tried to tell the story quickly but as I told her about
taking off my clothes I noticed how intently she was listening, then how
her fingers were running lightly up and down Cynthia's naked spine.  "My
cock was so hard I couldn't believe it.  It was huge, and so hard I could
not bend it at all." "So what did you do?" she asked quietly, engrossed.  I
told her how I straddled Cynthia's naked body, and every detail of what I
said to her as I rubbed my cock.  I looked right at Julie as I repeated
what I had said to Cynthia.  Julie's hand cupped Cynthia's bare bottom as I
described shooting my come all over Cynthia's chest.

   "Did he really do that to you?" Julie asked Cynthia.  "Yes!" she
replied. "Did you like it?" "I loved it.  I want to see it again." "You
want him to do it now?" "Yes!" "I do too." Then to me, "We want to see you
do it again." Describing myself rubbing my cock to this sexy high school
senior had made me so excited I didn't even want to protest.  She had just
asked to see my cock.  I stood up and unbuckled my pants, then looked all
around the park.  The sun was starting to go down, and no one was in sight.
I stood and placed my knees between Julie's outstretched legs and nudged
them open.  The hem of her skirt stretched and slid up her thighs until I
could actually see her sheer white panties, transparent enough that I could
make out her large inner labia smushed against the material, her ample
black pubic hair curling around the edges.  She looked up at me as I looked
down at her pussy, then her eyes lowered to the bulge hovering inches from
her face.  Over her head, past the parking lot and across the street was a
row of houses with their picture windows lit as families finished dinner
and turned on the television.  I hoped my cock would be hidden by Julie and
Cynthia's faces, and I unzipped my pants and stretched the elastic band of
my boxers down under my balls.  Julie sucked in her breath in appreciation
of my cock now bobbing in front of her face, which gave me a shot of
confidence regarding women that would last the rest of my life.

   I kept the back of my pants up over my butt, and glanced over my
shoulder to make sure Jeffrey was still keeping himself occupied.  "We
don't have any Vaseline here, Cynthia; you and Julie will have to spit on
it." "Come on, Cynthia, help me," Julie said, and spit onto the head of my
cock.  She looked over at Cynthia, "Come on," she encouraged, and Cynthia
leaned over Julie's thigh and spit also.  Both girls spit repeatedly on my
cock as I rubbed it until it was slick with their saliva.  "Okay, that's
good," I whispered, stroking myself in front of them.  I looked at both of
their upturned faces, at Julie's hand now firmly pressed against Cynthia's
butt, and almost immediately I felt my orgasm approach.  "Do you want me to
come on you again, Cynthia?" She nodded.  "It's okay, you can say it out
loud if you want." "Yes, I want it." "Say come on me, please, Nathan."
"Come on me, please, Nathan." "What about you?  You want to see me come on
this little girl?" "Oh god yes," Julie whispered.  I put my hand on the
back of Cynthia's head and stroked her soft blond curls.  "Here I come,
baby.  Oh, I'm going to come all over your face this time.  Your sexy
little face." I tilted her head back and pulled her toward my cock.  "Here
I come, baby," and my cock jolted, over and over, pumping come all over her
nose and cheeks and lips and hair.  I covered her with my come, even her
eyes.  "Keep your eyes closed, baby," Julie said, and leaned forward and
licked my come off of Cynthia's eyelids.

   As I pulled away, the last big white drop splashed onto Julie's brown
thigh.  I reached down and scraped it off of her smooth skin and pushed my
finger into her mouth, which she licked clean.  Then I scraped the come off
of one of Cynthia's cheeks and pushed my fingers into her mouth, which she
licked clean as well.  I cleaned off some more and fed it to her, then
pulled my boxers up over my cock and buttoned my pants.  "I guess it's
getting late," I said to Julie.  "Yeah," Julie responded.  I walked over to
the fort and gathered Cynthia's clothes and called to Jeffrey, "come on,
buddy, it's time to go home." When I returned to the bench Cynthia was
standing between Julie's legs and Julie was talking quietly to her. 
"Cynthia?  Come on," I said, and she broke away from Julie and through her
arms around me, some of the come still on her face rubbing off on my pants.

   Julie and I stared at each other.  "I guess I'll see you later," I said,
and walked off with my arm around Cynthia before she had a chance to
respond.  We were both in a daze and hardly thinking about the fact that
Cynthia was still completely naked in the middle of this park.

   By the time we pulled into the Blossoms' driveway it had grown dark.  "I
don't want to put on my clothes," Cynthia said.  I looked around.  "I think
that's probably okay.  Just go inside quickly, okay?" She climbed out of
the car and hurried up the stairs and inside the front door, now for almost
two hours without a stitch of clothing.

   "Is Julie our new friend?" Cynthia asked when I came inside.  She was
standing on a chair to get some cookies down from the cupboard, still
naked, and right in front of the well-lighted and unshaded kitchen window.
I quickly reached past her to close the shades and said, "I don't know. 
It's hard to say.  What did she say to you?" I grabbed the cookies, helped
her down, and handed them to her.  "She asked if I liked you." "What did
you say?" "I said I love you." "Is that true?  I love you too, Cynthia."
She sat down on the chair, propped the package of cookies on her bare lap
and started munching.  "What else did she say?" "She asked me if I liked
being naked, and I said duh, yes." "Anything else?" She hesitated.  "Um,
no, that was all." Her head was buried in her cookies, chocolate crumbs now
stuck to her lips, the last drops of come drying on her cheeks.  "You like
having my come on you, don't you." "Yes I love it.  It reminds me of you.
Can you do it again when I go to bed?" My cock had been hard again already
for several minutes as I watched her eat the cookies.  "Sure.  You're sure
Julie didn't say anything else?" "No, that was all."

   "Okay, go get ready for bed.  Make sure you brush your teeth so all
those cookies don't rot your teeth." She giggled and said, "I know!" and
bounced up the stairs.

   I followed her up a few minutes later and found her naked in her narrow
bed, her arms at her side and her legs slightly spread, her desk lamp
glowing behind her head.  I grabbed the Vaseline from the back bathroom
then stripped off my clothes as I looked down at her naked body and she
stared back up at me.  "You want me to come all over you?" She nodded.  I
straddled her again and spread the jelly over my rigid cock.  "Did you like
having me masturbate on you in the park?" "Oh yes!" she said, "I loved it."
"Okay, watch me, baby, watch my cock, I'm going to come all over your
beautiful little nipples and your sexy little breasts.  You are such a sexy
little whore.  Here it comes, baby." Even though I had just come a couple
hours ago, I covered her chest with my sperm.  I rubbed it into one of her
nipples with the head of my penis and was pleased to see it grow a little
under the pressure from my cock.  "Does that feel good, sweetie?" She
nodded.  "Yeah, it feels tingly." I rubbed her other nipple and it stood at
tiny attention as well.  "That's so sexy, baby," I whispered to her,
knowing she would not know what I meant.  "Okay, you want to leave my come
to dry on your chest while you sleep?" She nodded again.  "All right,
Cynthia, good night.  I will see you next week, okay?" "Good night,
Nathan." I hugged her good night, gathered my clothes, and walked still
naked down to the family room.  I lounged naked on the sofa, watching some
R-rated movie on Cinemax, and languidly stroking my cock, bringing myself
off one more time, until I heard the garage door opener start.  I scrambled
into my clothes and raced upstairs to replace the jar of Vaseline and check
that Cynthia was fully covered then hopped down the stairs to the family
room as Mrs.  Blossom came in from the garage.  She glanced at the
television, where a naked co-ed was taking a shower, and said in a mock
accusing tone, "what are you watching, Nathan?" After my amazing evening
with Cynthia and Julie, I was brimming with confidence, and I responded,
"It looks like a naked college girl in the shower playing with her big
breasts.  Oh, and her pussy too."

   Mr.  Blossom stumbled in, and Mrs.  Blossom tripped over the coffee
table to turn off the television before he saw what we had been watching
together.  Mr.  Blossom took fifty dollars out of his wallet, which really
wasn't necessary, and grabbing the bills, I bid them good night and hurried
out the front door and across the street to my house.