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.