Author: Alexander
Title: Cynthia's Education
Part: 5
Summary: Nathan's sister Angie walks in on him, then Cynthia gets naked
in Wal-Mart and Nathan comes all over her
Keywords: mg, mf, ped, exhib, public, oral, masturbation, pre-teen, incest, voyeur

   Saturday, May 19, 1984.

   Of course I kept an eye out for Julie in the halls the next week.  I
only saw her one time, and she was as popular as I had predicted, hanging
out with a cool group of kids outside the gym after lunch.  Our eyes met
over the shoulders of her crowd as I walked by, and neither of us made any
gesture of acknowledgment.  I was very pleased with that.  She might have
ridiculed me, which would have been mortifying, or she might have tried to
say hi casually, which would have meant she wanted to forget the whole
thing.  This locked silence across the hall said she was thinking about
what happened, and was not comfortable telling anyone else.  We had a
secret.

   My thoughts were an unbearable jumble all week, Julie's pussy lips
mashed against her sheer panties, me jerking off in a public park, the two
girls spitting on my cock, Julie licking my come off Cynthia's eyelids,
Cynthia's little nipples stiffening under the tip of my cock, and then on
top of that, Mrs.  Blossom flirting with me when they got home that night.
It was all entirely too much for my young brain to handle.  Even my sister
Angie, a year younger than me, who normally refused to acknowledge my
existence, noticed that something was going on.  My family lives like four
strangers, we each do our own thing, hardly speaking to each other.  I was
so confident of my family members' self-absorption that I did not even lock
my door before masturbating, certain that no one would ever come into the
room while I was there.  It wasn't that we had rules to respect each
others' privacy, it was that none of us were interested enough in the
others to make such rules necessary.

   So when the unusual circumstance did arise that my walking around all
week dazed and erect happened to pique my sister's curiosity, she had no
reason to consider knocking before bursting into my room and catching me
standing in front of my window stark naked, the jar of Vaseline lying open
on my desk to my right, sliding my fist up and down over my cock as I gazed
across the street at the wide and narrow asses of Mrs.  Blossom and Cynthia
bent over their flower bed pulling weeds.  Mrs.  Blossom was wearing her
short shorts, which were so tight the seam worked between her ass cheeks as
she dug; and Cynthia was wearing a very short frilly skirt, which rode up
over her hips as she worked, exposing her narrow little butt clothed in
some floral print cotton panties.  Did either one of them know I was up
here, naked, jerking off as I watched?  Was this show for my benefit?  Were
they in on it together, or were they oblivious to my presence?

   Angie gasped as her eyes fell to my glistening, engorged cock.  I think
the events of the past couple weeks did something to me, because I did not
even flinch.  I just turned toward her, cock still in hand--it was too late
to try to hide.  Her gaze shifted from my cock to the window, and when she
saw the two Blossom asses pointing toward me she said, "ooohhhh.  I see. 
That explains everything." Everything?  "Which one are you looking at?"
"I'm not sure; both?" I said.  "Interesting.  Well, don't let me interrupt
you." As she closed the door behind her my cock jerked and Cynthia and her
mother blurred behind the globs of come that splashed on the window,
momentarily blotting them from view.  In timing that seemed too meaningful
to be coincidental, the female Blossoms stood up as the fresh come slid
down the pane, and glancing up toward me they marched down the small
incline and into the garage's gloom, Cynthia trying to mimic the pronounced
sway of her mother's ample hips.

   That was Friday afternoon, and Saturday at 7PM sharp I bounded up the
Blossom's front steps.  To my surprise no one was waiting for me at the
door.  "Hello?" I called through the screen.  Hearing no answer, I pulled
open the door and stepped inside.  At the top of the stairs, frozen like
the frame of a movie before someone hits the play button, stood Mrs. 
Blossom, nude except for a short satin robe which she held wide open with
each hand.  Her body was fantastic, large breasts that were very heavy but
very firm, large tawny nipples, a flat stomach, narrow waist, and wide
womanly hips with just a narrow strip of trimmed hair above the visibly
prominent shaft of her clitoris.  Her breasts and her crotch were both a
milky white against her tan.  Whether it was an optical illusion, or
whether she had been standing that way at the top of the stairs waiting for
me to come in, a moment after I drank her in, the play button was hit and
she came down the stairs tying her robe closed around her.  The satin was
thin and I could see her nipples sticking out at me.

   "Sorry, we got started a little late today.  Cynthia is still taking her
bath." At that Cynthia called from the front bathroom, "Nathan, come here
and say hi!" Mrs.  Blossom stood there at the bottom of the steps, her arms
folded under her breasts, pushing them up toward me through the satin robe.
How does a fifteen-year-old make a move on a 25-year-old woman, even one
standing almost naked in front of him?  A misstep might jeopardize his
baby-sitting gig.  Despite my new-found confidence this was more than I
could handle.  "That's okay, Mrs.  Blossom," I said brightly, channeling
Eddie Haskel.  "Nathan!" Cynthia called again.  I glanced at Mrs.  Blossom
uncomfortably, who said, "Don't be shy, she's just a little girl.  Why
don't you go up and help her dry off while we finish getting ready?"

   She started up the stairs, swaying those hips, and I started after her,
ass to eye.  I had a sudden inspiration.  "You have really nice tan lines,
Mrs.  Blossom," I said to her softly.  "What's it look like from behind?"
and I placed both hands on her thighs and slid them up over her ass,
pushing the robe up to her waist and exposing her round firm ass to me.  I
traced my thumbs quickly but deliberately down the sides of the white
triangle from the dimples at the top of her ass down until they met at her
crack, and pushed outward slightly, exposing her puckered brown hole for
just a moment before I dropped my hands, letting the robe fall back into
place.  She stopped while my hands caressed her, and remained still, then
continued as my hands fell away.  "Mmm, yes, very nice, Catherine," I said.
Perfect, I congratulated myself.  Bold, but just innocent enough that she
could not feign outrage.

   Cynthia's face brightened above the edge of the tub as I entered the
bathroom, and she stood up, revealing her rosy, gleaming body.  "Are we
going to the park today?" she whispered conspiratorially.  "Of course," I
whispered back.  I drained the tub and wrapped her in a large fluffy towel
and rubbed her dry, delicately pushing the towel into the crack of her
butt, and pressing it gently between her legs.  She took off, naked, for
her bedroom.  "Come on, Nathan!  Help me find something to wear!" As I
walked by their bedroom Mr.  Blossom looked at me as he was tying his
shoes, and I felt something that I have felt often since then, a discomfort
around men, a vague sense of territory, these were his women and yet I felt
he was intruding on my domain.  Mrs.  Blossom was in the back bathroom
getting dressed, and here amongst his naked women he was not so friendly
with me either.  "Come on, Nathan!" Cynthia called again, and I broke our
stare and continued into Cynthia's bedroom.

   "Should I wear a skirt, or a dress, or shorts?" she asked.  "Wear a
dress," I said.  She picked out a simple red frock.  It had six large white
buttons down the front in addition to two more, one at each shoulder, that
fastened the shoulder straps.  "Should I wear a white t-shirt?" "No, just
the dress," I said, knowing that Mr.  Blossom could hear but desiring
recklessly to mark my territory.  She pulled the dress over her head and it
fell to her sides.  The dress was straight and somewhat stiff, like a girl
scout jumper, and short.  She grabbed a pair of panties out of her top
drawer, and I grabbed them from her and shook my head.  She grinned and
nodded.  "Want to go barefoot?" I asked her.  "Yeah!" Then she called out,
"Mom, we're going!" "Okay, have fun, you two!" Mrs.  Blossom called from
her bathroom.  Cynthia marched up the hallway and down the stairs, calling,
"Bye dad!" over her shoulder.  "Bye, Mr.  Blossom," I echoed, not daring to
look back.

   And that was it.  A moment later the screen door slammed shut behind us,
and I was walking across the street to my car with my little Cynthia, who
was dressed in a short little skirt and absolutely nothing else.

   For the first time, the park was actually crowded.  There were at least
five children playing on the jungle gym, and adults sat on the grass;
three, including Julie, sat on the bench.  "Oh, there's a lot of people
there today, Cynthia." "I don't care!" I pulled over to the curb.  "It's
too dangerous." A tantrum started to build again.  "No, listen, you can
decide.  Do you want to stay here at this park and play with these
children," (in your short dress and no panties, I thought), "or should we
drive around and find some place fun to get naked?" She gazed out the
window toward the kids.  I prayed she wouldn't notice Julie sitting on the
bench.  I knew that she didn't take me seriously when I told her not to get
naked, what she was calculating was for herself, whether she was brave
enough to get naked in front of all those adults and children. 
Fortunately, this time, we were on the same wavelength.  "Let's go
somewhere else."

   We ended up driving around for over an hour as one park after another
was filled with children and their guardians.  Spring fever seemed to have
broken.  It was after nine o'clock and I was about to give up when we drove
by the Wal-mart.  "Let's go in here," I said.  "Noooo, I hate Wal-mart!"
she whined.  "Come on, just for a few minutes."

   She was still barefoot.  I hadn't anticipated having to walk across an
asphalt parking lot.  "Here, let me carry you," I said, and she held up her
hands toward my neck.  I grabbed her under her arms and swept her up, so
she came to rest on my hip, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms
wrapped around my neck.  The hem of the dress was just long enough to cover
her nakedness, and I reached my right arm down under her butt placing my
hand on her bare thigh, and nestling my forearm into the crack of her ass,
until I could feel the heat of her little butthole against my skin.  As we
walked toward the entrance she bounced lightly against my arm.  I took my
other hand and with the pretext of shifting her weight, slid it up her
thigh, under her dress, and around her hip, until the fingers of my left
hand cupped her ass and brushed the outer edges of her butthole, while she
continued to rub her bare pussy against my hairy forearm.  The automatic
doors swung open in front of us and we were hit by a blast of arctic air. I
let her slide down my leg till her bare feet touched the cool white
linoleum, and the hem of her dress momentarily slid up over her hips
exposing her naked ass.  The greeter lady in the blue vest glared at us,
but she wasn't quite sure she had seen what she thought she had seen.  In
the cold air a spot on my forearm felt a chill, and examining my arm under
the harsh light I saw a drop of moisture suspended in the hair of my arm.
Cynthia's pussy had been just a little bit wet.

   As we made a circuit up past the automotive items, back past the
televisions, and over past the tents and sporting goods, I envied Cynthia
walking barefoot a few steps in front of me, all but naked, her bare feet
slapping on the tiles, her pussy bare to the air-conditioned breezes.  It
turned me on.

   As we approached the girls' clothes, Cynthia ran ahead of me and
disappeared among the racks.  When I found her she was at a display of
little two-piece bathing suits.  She had unbuttoned her dress completely,
and grinned at me as she shrugged off her shoulders and it fell to the
floor.  "Cynthia!" I exclaimed.  She stood there in the garish light, in
the arctic air, on the icy floor.  Her nipples seemed to be changing week
by week, and were now little erect pink puffy mounds on her chest.  I
grabbed her jumper from the floor and ushered her into a rack of longer
dresses that afforded her a little more protection.  "What do you think
you're doing?" I asked, smiling.  "I just wanted to try on that bathing
suit," she said innocently.  "Okay, but hang on a second, let me make sure
the coast is clear." I stood up, keeping one hand on her shoulder, and
looked around the girls' department.  At the moment the coast was clear. 
"Okay," I whispered down to her, "go ahead, the coast is clear." I draped
her dress over the rack nearest me and followed her back to the bikinis.

   Being a lookout proved to be a difficult job, because half of me was so
turned on watching her traipse through the store naked, while half wanted
to look out.  She walked back to the bikini and pulled it off the rack.  A
weird-looking guy in a blue vest walked by the main aisle and I moved to
shield her but he did not look our direction.  Then I heard, "Over here,
honey," as a young woman approached the bathing suits from the opposite
side.  Cynthia was just pulling the top down over her chest, and still
naked from the waist down, when the woman arrived at the rack.  I had no
chance of shielding her or covering her up.  The woman was momentarily
shocked, but then apparently decided it was just bad judgment or laziness
on my part.  "You know there are fitting rooms right over there," she told
me.  "Yeah I know but no one was around," I replied, shrugging.  The
woman's young daughter showed up and stared wide-eyed at Cynthia pulling
the bikini bottoms up over her bare pussy.  "What do you think?" I asked
the woman.  I knelt down and turned Cynthia away from me, pulled the bikini
snug against her butt, then smoothed the material down over her buttocks
and ran my finger down her crack.  The woman stared again, then swallowed
and said, "I think it is fine." "Can I try one, mommy?" the little girl
said.  Mommy looked around to verify, as I had, that no one was around. 
"Okay, go ahead," she said, and the girl sat down to pull off her shoes and
socks.  By the time the little girl was naked, Cynthia had peeled off her
bikini as well, so both the children stood naked in the middle of the
girls' department of Wal-mart.  There was no comparison.  The girl was six
or seven, around the age Cynthia had been when she had burst into the
Christmas party that time.  In contrast to the little girl, it was apparent
that Cynthia's body was really starting to change.  In addition to her
puffy nipples, her ass was rounder, not as flat as the little girl's.  Most
significantly, Cynthia's pussy was somehow more defined.  The little girl
had just the slightest slit between her legs, hardly discernible.  Cynthia
also had just a slit, but it was more pronounced, her pussy lips were
slightly puffier.

   We stood there watching the little girl as she tried on her bikini,
Cynthia still naked, holding her bikini.  "Do you want to try on anything
else, honey?" I asked Cynthia.  "Those dresses over there," she replied,
gesturing vaguely.  "Well, nice to meet you," I said to the woman, and
followed my naked ward around a rack of dresses and out of sight.  When two
racks were between us and the young mother I pulled Cynthia into a rack and
whispered down for her to wait a moment.  We were now dangerously close to
the main aisle, and I stood with my chest against the bar of the clothes
rack to shield Cynthia from view until the young mother and her daughter
finished with the bikinis.  As I watched the woman I felt Cynthia's small
hands feel the front of my pants, looking to see if I was hard.  That was a
first, and my cock strained against the denim.  She found the bulge and ran
her hands along it, measuring how far it went in my pants.  Finally the
little girl was dressed again.  The young mother looked up and I smiled and
waved, they started off in the other direction out of the department.

   "Okay," I said, "coast is clear." I stepped back, and motioned for her
to stay put a moment as I looked up and down the main aisle.  The store was
fairly deserted, but not completely.  In the distance to my left I could
see a couple workers milling around the customer service counter, and one
to the right at the very end disappeared around the corner.  Directly
across were toys.  "Okay, come here, Cynthia." I knelt down just off the
main aisle so she was standing between my bent knees, my face next to hers.
"You see the camping equipment way back there on the left?  You think you
can make it back there naked?  Don't let anyone see you!" She looked over
my shoulder to the left, then back to the right.  Her lips were parted as
she breathed heavily.  "How do you feel?" "All tingly, like I want to fall
down." "It feels good though, right?" She nodded yes.  "More than good. 
The best feeling ever."

   Without warning she took off running.  I had intended us to go slowly,
one aisle at a time, hiding from people as they came by, but she just took
off, bare-ass naked running down the middle of the main aisle!  I looked to
my left and mercifully the workers there were engrossed in their
conversation.  She was in plain view but they didn't see her.  No one else
was in view.  Suddenly she leaped into an aisle to the left, next to the
tower of those colorful air-filled plastic balls a split second before a
woman pushing a shopping cart rounded the corner at the end of the big
aisle.  I took off after my naked Cynthia.  The shelf on the aisle she had
entered was bare, apparently awaiting a new display, and she was standing
on the shelf, her back against the tower of balls to shield her from the
main aisle, her eyes wide with fear but grinning from ear to ear.  I stood
there in the middle of the aisle looking at her as the woman with the
shopping cart rambled by, glancing at me but unable to see the naked
nine-year-old girl five feet to her right.  I realized then that I had left
Cynthia's dress in the clothing department, so we were two dozen yards from
anything with which to cover her.

   I went to the end of the aisle.  The coast was clear, and as long as no
one was lurking in one of the aisles off the main aisle, Cynthia had a
clear shot all the way back to the corner of the store.  By walking behind
her I thought I could shield her from view, and if we were lucky no one
would be wandering around the camping section this time of night.

   I gestured for Cynthia to come over, and pointed the way up the narrow
aisle.  She seemed to be less nervous in this more isolated spot, or was
she learning to savor the danger?  Confident that no one behind me would be
able to see the naked little girl in front of me, I followed her a few
steps behind, ogling the sight of her naked body in the middle of this
giant store, her bare feet on the tiles, her perfectly smooth skin, her
narrow shoulders and thin back and beautiful, slightly curvy ass.  I
watched with delight as she had the presence of mind to try to swing her
hips as her mom does, showing me that she was aware I was watching her ass.
And it worked, my cock was straining to get free from the confines of my
jeans.

   We reached the camping equipment without further incident.  In this area
several tents were erected, which were tall enough to shield Cynthia
completely from the view of shoppers passing by.  I knelt down in front of
my little girl and hugged her tight.  "Wow, you are amazing, Cynthia, how
do you feel?  That excited me so much to watch you!" "I'm so tingly. 
Nathan, I want you to come on me." That had been in the back of my mind the
whole evening as I stared at her naked body.  I had lost all reason by this
point, and knowing I would come in a matter of moments, I did not think
twice.  I stood and unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my boxers below my
cock and balls.  "No, Nathan, I want you naked like me.  It's not fair I am
naked and you have your clothes on." I was beyond caring about
consequences. The tent Cynthia was standing behind came up to my chest; I
could duck quickly if I had to.  I kicked off my shoes, held up my feet for
Cynthia to pull off my socks, then pushed my pants and underwear to the
ground and stepped out of them.  My cock stood away from my chest, hovering
a few inches from Cynthia's pretty face.  With one more careful look down
the aisles, and seeing no one, I pulled my shirt off and dropped to the
ground, and there I stood, as naked in the middle of a Wal-mart as Cynthia,
the cold tiles against my feet, the arctic air tightening my nipples and
caressing my balls.  My cock felt enormous, standing on its own in the
middle of the store.

   I looked down at Cynthia, looking up at me with her innocent blue eyes
over my throbbing cock.  She remembered what to do of her own volition,
making my cock throb that much harder.  Tilting her head, she spit on the
end.  "Oh baby," I whispered.  "More." I started to rub my cock as she
continued to spit on it.  "That's enough, baby." "I want you to come on me,
baby," she said to me.  That turned me on so much, what a quick study she
was!  "Oh my god, Cynthia, you are so sexy." I rubbed faster, feeling my
orgasm gathering in my legs.  "Oh Nathan I want you to come all over me. 
Come all over my face and my chest and my nipples." That put me over the
top.  My cock jolted and began to pump my come.  The first spurt sailed
over her head and landed on the nylon tent.  The second was caught in her
hair.  Then I grabbed her head and tilted it back and covered her sweet
little face with my come, her cheeks, her eyes, and her little cupid's bow
lips.  She closed her eyes just in time, and reached up to scoop it away
from her eyelids and sucked it off her fingers.  I stepped back and she
straightened up and the remaining come began to drip down off her chin onto
her chest and nipples.

   "You're so sexy, Cynthia.  Thank you for that." "Thank you for coming on
me, Nathan.  I love it.  I love how it feels, and I love when you show me
how much you care about me." "We should go now, sweetie, before they throw
us in jail." I pulled on my clothes and we quickly snuck back to the girls'
department, this time one aisle at a time, with Cynthia right in front of
me so I could quickly block her from any direction.  We scurried across the
main aisle and found her dress right where we had left it.  I saw my come
still dripping from her face, onto her chest, running over her stomach and
toward her crotch.  I draped the dress over her shoulders and lifted her
again into my arms, the dress still wide open so that her bare chest rubbed
against me, smearing my come onto my shirt but I didn't care.  From behind
it looked like she was fully clothed.  She rode my arm again, bouncing her
asshole and cunt lips against my wrist as we walked out of the store, a
nine-year-old almost naked, come-drenched little girl and her
fifteen-year-old paramour.  As soon as we were out the doors I pulled her
dress off and let her be carried the rest of the way to the car completely
naked.  I saw the young mother two aisles over getting into her car and she
stared in shock, then looked around for someone to tell.  Then she realized
we would be long gone before she got anything reported, and so gave up and
got into her car.

   At home Cynthia ran in still naked, no longer needing to ask me if it
was okay.  It was 9:30, not yet time for bed but we didn't wait.  She lay
back on the sofa in the television room and I straddled her, resting my
balls on her abdomen.  Even though the jar of Vaseline was right upstairs,
Cynthia just lifted her head up and let her saliva dribble onto the end of
my cock until it was slick and glistening.  I masturbated while I whispered
sweet nothings to her until I shot my load all over her chest and face.  I
rubbed the come into her puffy young nipples with the head of my cock and
marveled as they stiffened.  She closed her eyes and moaned lightly.  "That
feels good, doesn't it," I whispered.  "Yes, so good.  I love it," she
replied.  "Nathan, it is so much fun being naked with you." "It's too bad
you have to go to bed so early, we could go for a naked drive." "I can
sneak out of the house." "You're crazy!  A nine-year-old girl can't sneak
out of the house!  Your parents would go ballistic." "They sleep really
deeply.  They would never wake up." "I think that's a bad idea," I said
without conviction.