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   Summary: A boy continues his sex education with his friends and the two
women living next door.  Second in a series.

   Discovery II (The Women Next Door) by MUSE

   (Fb, fb, bb, Ffb - oral, anal, mast, ws)

   The second summer of puberty at age 11 was not a continuation of the
previous year of boy/boy exploration to any great extent.  A new element
was introduced that further fueled my sexual appetite.  It came in the form
of an errand to a local store for the lady next door.

   Leaning over her second floor balcony, the middle-aged woman called out
to me as I was starting to walk up the street towards the overgrown lot
that held the secret hideaway for me and my friends.  "Can you run an
errand to the store for me," she said.  As her paperboy and neighbor, and
mindful of my mother's admonition to be good and helpful to everyone, I
nodded in the affirmative.

   "Come up the back stairs and I'll give you a note and the money."

   At the top of the stairs, a woman in a robe smiled and handed me ten
dollars and a note for the items she wanted including cigarettes.  Although
carding was to come much later in life, it was still acknowledged that a
note signed by an adult carried enough authority and promise that the items
were for them and not the minor running the errand.

   On my return, I delivered a bag of groceries and items to Betty, a 40
something factory worker whose husband was medically retired but who was
often gone on hunting and fishing trips.  I hadn't paid any particular
attention to her previously and up to this point hadn't connected women
with sex other than in magazines my friend had pilfered from his mom's
dresser.

   "Would you like a cup of coffee," she asked.  Growing up in our house,
coffee was what my grandmother gave you with one of those delicious cheese
Danish rolls when you reached 8th grade or 10 years old.

   "Sure," I said as I took a place at the kitchen table against the
window. That put Betty caddy corner from me at the closest chair when she
made two cups of instant coffee.  With my body facing out towards her and
hers facing in towards me, I was confronted with a cotton robe with a gap
below her neck and a set of bare legs sliding out from half way down the
length of the garment.

   With the first of the summer days, I usually wore cotton shorts and a
T-shirt with tennis shoes and no socks or underwear.  I'm sure that
contributed to her comments and my reactions as we sat at the table
enjoying coffee together and her casual morning cigarette.

   She noticed me eyeing her breasts which were peeking out from the open
"v" of her housecoat.  "I see you like my breasts," she said.

   "Uh," was about all I could get out of my mouth as she had caught me
apparently staring.

   "You're showing me that you do," said Betty, with a gentle laugh and
pointing to the tip of my pee pee edging out of one of my leg holes.  I was
blushing badly now and tried to put my stiffening pee pee back up my
shorts. "That's okay; it's normal for a young boy.  Do you like them more
now," she said as she held both of them out of her robe in her hands.

   There they were.  My first look at a woman's breasts.  Naked.  With the
nipples showing and everything.  My pee pee was aching and I moved my hand
to readjust it so it ran up towards the waistband of my shorts.

   "I'll bet you play with yourself," she said.

   "Uh, a little," came the reply, "sometimes with my friends." I wasn't
thinking how revealing that statement was to her.  It didn't dawn on me
that I was telling more than I probably should, but here was an older women
talking to me about - - sex!

   "What do you boys do," she asked.

   My pee pee was hard as a rock and must have taken over my brain.  "We
play with each other and pump it up and down.  Sometimes we see who can
squirt the farthest."

   "You mean pee?"

   "Sometimes," I said, "but we also shoot some great white stuff too!"
This told her we had reached puberty.

   "Anything else," she asked.

   I thought for a moment and then told her that we touched each other
while looking at some magazines and pictures.  I didn't let on that we
sucked each other or blew our loads in the other person's ass.  She
probably guessed as much looking back on things.

   "Just a minute," said Betty, and left the room.  She came back with a
small hand towel that she placed on the table next to her.  At the time I
didn't guess what it was for and let it pass.  "What kind of pictures,"
came her question?

   "You know, naked women," I said.  As she eyed me, I then added "and some
with men and women together."

   "What ones do you like?"

   "I like them all and I like the ones with women who are all naked," I
said.

   With that reply, she shifted in her chair and the bottom of her robe
opened to show more of her bare thighs.  My gaze went to that point and my
hand went to my ever stiff pee pee.  Betty kept watching me and moved her
legs apart.

   "Oh, wow," was all I could manage to say.  I could clearly see her pubic
hair and the fold of her vaginal lips.  I must have moaned softly and she
stretched her hand over to feel the bulge in my shorts at the same time.

   "oh, oh, oh, that makes me want to shoot," I said as I pulled my shorts
down, half standing, and tried to squeeze my pee pee to stop from cumming.
Betty gave that low laugh and held out the hand towel underneath my
throbbing penis.

   "Go ahead, I'll catch it in the towel," she said.

   I slowly released my grip so as not to shoot all over the place.  The
white sticky sperm flooded the towel in a big pool.  "Uuuuuuuuuh," I
groaned as my pee pee squirted again and again.  One spurt landed on her
bare breast near her nipple.

   Betty folded it over and then used a clean part of the towel to wrap and
milk the last of my cum out of my straining pee pee.  I was in heaven.  She
took her finger and rubbed her breast and nipple.  I noticed that she
didn't wipe it with the towel and her eyes were closed when she did it.

   Coming back from the laundry room, her robe was tied around her and my
semi-hard penis back in my shorts.  The rest of the time that morning was
spent with small talk about my experience, or lack of it, with dating;
kissing girls; and the need to be safe so as not to get a girl pregnant.

   Just as well, for about 15 minutes later, George came home and retired
to their front porch on the second floor of the double they lived in. 
George was medically retired and spent a lot of time gone hunting or
fishing or just sitting on the porch.  Betty was a factory worker locally
and probably was getting some on the side, although that wasn't evident nor
did it cross my mind at that age.  All I knew was that I had shared
something special that morning and would gladly run errands from Betty
anytime.

   - 2 There were, indeed, more errands for Betty but the rest of the day
was spent with my two pals at our fort in the woods.  I didn't tell them
about Betty but kept it to myself.  Not for fear of sharing, but just
because it felt like the thing to do.  We played with each other and
enjoyed our usual boy/boy sex.

   On the way home that afternoon, I ran into another boy, Bob, who lived a
few houses up from me.  We went to different schools and didn't have much
interaction save for the fact that he carried the morning newspaper and I
had the evening route in the area.

   "Whatcha doin," I asked.

   "Not much; just working on my model airplane," came the reply.

   "Really, is it plastic or a balsa model," I queried, having an interest
in flying models.

   "Balsa," he said.  "Want to see it?"

   We went in the back door to his house and down into the basement.  Bob
had a workbench and there were all sorts of plans, parts and assemblies in
various stages of construction spread over it.  We were both the same age
and obviously had many of the same interests.

   "Want to see something else really neat," he said in a sotto voice.

   With that tone, I was sure that it was something secret or the like. 
"Sure," I said.

   Bob went over to a cardboard box and pulled out several Playboy
magazines.  My eyes must have gone wide and he told me to be quiet as his
dad, confined to a wheelchair, was just upstairs.

   "Neat," I said.  "You ever see any girls for real?"

   "Naw," came the reply as we thumbed through several issues.  "I really
like this one," he said.

   "Yeah, me too." both of us were sporting hardons by this time and
noticed each other.  "You ever do anything with these," I asked.

   "If you mean pump off, yes," he said.

   "I like how it feels to shoot it," I said.

   "Me too," said Bob.  We must have aroused suspicion because Bob's dad
shouted from the head of the stairs asking if we were okay.  "We're just
fine'" he called back.  Then he told me that his dad was going to the
doctor's office tomorrow and that we could look at more of the magazines
while his mom took his dad to the appointment.  We agreed to meet at 9am
the next day.

   The next day, I got to Bob's as his parents were leaving.  We quickly
went to the basement and got out the Playboy magazines to look through. 
Modesty aside, I let my shorts drop and began stroking my hard pee pee; he
quickly took his off as well.

   "Wow, yours curves up kinda neat," I said as I reached over and put my
hand on it.

   "Ohhh, that feels good," he said, and put his hand around mine.  "Yours
is pretty thick."

   In what seemed slow motion like in the movies, we moved over to a pile
of throw rugs and lay facing away from each other and started sucking the
hard shaft in front of us.  "Mmmmmm.  Ohhhhhh.  Yeeesss," filled the air in
between slurps and other sounds.

   "I'm gonna cum," he said.

   "Me too," was my reply.

   The sweet nectar flowed from our stiff shafts and was greedily savored.
Some of it leaked and flowed down to coat our balls with a wonderful, warm
feeling.

   We both agreed that that was great.  Being young, we quickly recovered
our hardness.  I made the next move.  "You have any baby oil or Vaseline,"
I asked.

   "Sure; be right back," Bob said.  Coming back with a small jar of
Vaseline, he handed it to me.  I got a gob of it and reached back to
lubricate my ass.  "Oh, wow," he said as I took some more and rubbed it on
his hard shaft.

   "Go easy and stop when I tell you, " I said as I turned around and
guided his hard pee pee to my ass.  Not needing any instructions, he slowly
pushed in.  "Stop," I said.  Letting my anal ring relax, I told him to push
in slowly.  "Aaaahhh," was my delightful response when the base of his hard
shaft was as far as it can go.  "Pump it nice and slow for a bit, " I
encouraged.

   "Uuuhhh, uuuhhh, uuuhhh," was Bob's reply.  His upturned shaft was
rubbing my prostate with each stroke and causing me to match his groans and
grunts with each stroke.  "I'm gonna shoot," he said as his tempo
increased. His young balls were slapping against my ass.  "Here it comes,"
he said in an exhaled breath.  "Ooooohhhh.  Ooooohhh," came his voice with
each squirt of cum deep in my ass.  The warm, pulsing contractions felt
like a hose pissing deep inside me, much to my delight.  How I managed not
to cum at the same time is a mystery to me.

   When he had recovered, we reversed positions and I greased his anal
opening with my finger as he held his ass cheeks apart.  I slowly worked my
finger into his ass and he groaned with the pleasure it was giving him. 
Taking my hard pee pee, I placed it against his anal ring and tried to
slowly push it inside.  "Ow, ow , ow.  You're too big," he said.  My shaft
was thick but not long.  "Wipe yourself off and let me suck you.  I like
that anyway," said Bob.

   Doing as he asked, I laid back on the throw rugs and watched as he
devoured my pee pee, pumping up and down with his mouth and hand around it
to coax the delicious, white fluid out of my balls.  I closed my eyes and
imagined the lady next door doing the same thing to me.  It wasn't long
before I let Bob know he was reaching his goal.  "It's coming up my pee
pee," I said.  There it was; that delicious feeling of your body sending
waves of pleasure all over and your pee pee shooting and shooting its
contents with you wishing it wouldn't stop.  No wonder adults always
admonished you not to play with yourself.  They didn't want you to know how
great it felt.

   It was getting time for his parent to come back home, so we got dressed
and I let Bob know there were others who enjoyed sucking and cumming too. I
took him later that week to the fort in the woods in back of his house and
introduced him to the "club."

   We spent part of our summer enjoying boy/boy sex and discovery in all
its aspects.  Our favorite turned out to be Dave lying on his back; Bernie
sitting on his shaft; me straddling them so I could suck Bernie and Dave
under me could suck me; Bob rounded things out with his pee pee firmly in
my ass that Dave could watch from below.  We pumped a lot of cum that
summer in and on each other, laughing and looking at pictures.  Couples;
men and men; women and women; you name it and we reveled in it.  Of course,
we improvised games to see who could shoot the farthest; pee the farthest
and any other coupling or game we could think of that involved our hard
shafts and the squirting of that wonderful, sticky, white fluid which never
seemed to run out.

   -3

   My "education" with the lady next door continued on an irregular basis
that summer as well.  Due largely, in part, to George being home a lot, the
frequency wasn't as much as a young boy would have hoped for until a two
week fishing trip to Canada answered my prayers.

   I was enjoying running errands and having coffee because I knew that my
"reward" wasn't monetary but the opportunity to stroke my hard shaft for
the delight of my neighbor.  Every chance I got, I presented her tea towel
with a copious amount of fluid that we both seemed to enjoy.  There were
educational "talks" as well and some "demonstrations" that furthered my
education.  On a few occasions, Betty let me squirt directly on her
breasts. She then rubbed the sperm on them and her nipples.

   I learned about a woman's "period" and what it meant.  While George was
gone, it was one of those times.  Betty spread her legs and let me see what
a feminine napkin looked like and taught me that a "gentleman" treated a
lady with cuddling, tea, comfort, and respect until she had recovered. 
Toward the end was something called "spotting" explained to me and that
with a colored towel, gentle sex between individuals might be okay if the
woman was agreeable.  That was the only time I ever got to aim my shooting
pee pee at Betty's shaved vulva.  It looked so neat coating her body that I
wanted to kneel down and taste her.  Noticing me licking my lips, she told
me she had a surprise for me.  Wiping the sperm from her body with the
famous tea towel, she told me to be patient and that I would find out soon
enough.

   Curiosity had me stroking myself three or four times nearly every day. I
had to stop only when my shaft was a bit raw from the constant use.  Some
Vaseline and time healed my soreness, but inventive ways to watch the white
fluid shoot from the end of my shaft included soft cloth diapers, toilet
tissue tubes and anything else that would make me feel good.

   The surprise wasn't long in coming.  I was returning home from paper
collections (I had the evening route for one of the local newspapers) and
spotted the girl next door on the downstairs porch.  Her family owed me for
two weeks and I was glad for the opportunity to finish off my collections.
Little did I know I was being set up.  "Can I collect for the paper," I
asked.

   "Sure, what does my mom owe," came the question?  Barbara was a high
school senior whom I never paid attention to whenever she was around.  She
was always with girlfriends or a boyfriend and I never gave it any serious
thought.

   "Two weeks," I said.

   She came back out on the porch and sat on the glider.  I went over and
sat a cushion away as I collected the money and punched both her card and
mine to show that they had paid.  "Are you all done collecting," she asked?
Barb knew the answer before I could reply since, unknown to me; this was
all planned in advanced.

   "Betty tells me you run errands for her," she said.  The warning
antennas went partially up but the subtle little laugh seemed innocent
enough for me to drop my guard.  Surely Betty wouldn't tell her what we had
been sharing all these first summer weeks; would she?

   Barb patted the seat next to her as her way of saying to move closer as
she whispered, "she tells me you haven't kissed a girl yet." A million
thoughts and emotions were running through my mind.  Fear.  Flight.  The
delicious smell of perfume I just noticed.  The soft blonde hair.  Her full
breasts.  And that smile on those wonderful lips.

   "Uh," was all I could get out.  What do you say to that?

   "Would you like to kiss me," she asked?

   Holy cow!  I was getting dizzy from just being there much less from what
my body and mind were silently screaming at me.  Betty made the first move.
Before I knew it, I had to move closer as our arms wrapped around one
another.  She was really good.  Her tongue found its way into my mouth like
it was the most natural thing in the world.  To top it off, my pee pee
seemed to have a mind of its own and her hand found it through my shorts.

   Oh,wow," was all I could say.  That subtle laugh was there again and
another kiss found my mouth and tongue waiting for her.  This time, her
other hand guided mine to one of her breasts.  She wore no bra under her
T-shirt and it was soft and the nipple, hard.  Damn, my head was spinning
and explosions going off in my brain!

   "She told me you get really hard," Barb said.

   "It just does it on its own," I replied.

   Barb pushed her had down between my waistband and grasped my hard shaft
directly.  "Mmmm, that's really nice," she said.  I was hard putty in her
hands.  "Don't worry, my mom is hard of hearing and I'm listening for her."
The elastic of my shorts cupped my balls and gave her free access to my
hard pee pee.  I think I must have stopped breathing for several minutes.
"Do you have a handkerchief." She asked?

   "Yeah," came the reply.  My mom always made sure I had one in case I
sneezed or something.  Taking it from me, she covered my throbbing shaft
and began to stroke it up and down.  I was mesmerized and just kept looking
from her hand to her face.

   Barb leaned forward and we kissed long and lovingly as she pumped me up
and down.  I finally came up for air and whispered in her ear that I was
about to explode.  There was that subtle laugh again.  With that, she once
again pushed her tongue into my mouth and gripped me hard as the fountain
gushed its sweet nectar into her hand and the handkerchief that covered me.

   "Come and sit with me anytime I'm out here," she said.  "I'll wash this
out for you," indicating the handkerchief.  "I better get in now."

   I'm not sure how I made it off the porch; my legs were not functioning
and my brain wasn't helpful either.  When I got upstairs in our house next
door, my mother said I looked a bit flushed and asked if I was coming down
with something.  Years later I could have given a correct answer, but at
the moment, I could barely speak and my body was sending my brain a flurry
of messages I seemed to be having a hard time decoding at the same pace.

   -4

   The second day after my encounter with the girl next door.  Betty leaned
over the second floor balcony and asked me to come up.  I must have flown
up the back stairs.  She smiled and asked if I wanted coffee.  Then there
was that subtle laugh again.  "How did you like it," she asked?

   "Wow," I said.  There has to be other words to describe your feelings
when it comes to sex, but that one pretty much sums everything up well. 
"It was great." Betty smiled knowingly and I didn't feel the need to fill
her in on my activities with Barb; she probably already knew.

   I was right.  Half way through coffee, I heard a noise on the back
stairs and stiffened.  "Don't worry.  George is away for the day," said
Betty.  At that moment, Barb came into the kitchen.  There was that subtle
laugh again.  Pouring her a cup of coffee, Betty excused herself for a
moment and we sat sipping from cups in a bit of awkward silence.

   Something about women and just yourself with no one around makes you
squirm.  And you get a bit uncomfortable as your pee pee gets hard and
there is no room for it to expand in your shorts.  Betty, noticing this,
let her housecoat fall open.  Right in front of Barb!  Naked!

   I don't know what came over me.  I stood up and let my shorts drop to
the floor.  My hardening shaft stood out from my body and my hand
automatically started to pump it up and down.  Barb moved behind Betty and
lifted her breasts up, presenting them to me.  Betty's hand snaked down to
her labia and began stroking herself with her finger.  I was mesmerized. 
The sperm kept coming and coming all over Betty's breasts as Barb massaged
it into them and her nipples.  They were kissing!  Betty's finger buried
itself deep inside her and the moans from all three of us filled the
kitchen.

   I was lucky I didn't pass out.  Then it happened.  Betty, in the throws
of another orgasm, slid off the chair and knelt in front of me taking my
shaft in her mouth and sucking the last of the sperm from it.  She and Barb
kissed again, sharing the wonderful white nectar.  I had to pee and told
them so.  Going into the bathroom off the kitchen, I lifted the toilet seat
and was surprised when Barb came up behind me and reached around to hold my
shaft as I started peeing.  I noticed Betty standing next to her, watching
the golden stream shooting from the end of my pee pee.

   It was later that week I learned to call my member a "cock." It was
while jacking off for the women as I was reading a typed copy of "The Green
Door" that Barb had.  I also learned what a dildo was used for including
inserting it in my ass for their pleasure in watching.  Up until it was
time to go back to school, I frequently filled the handkerchief on Barb's
front porch glider and learned how to gently suck nipples.  Not as often as
I liked, but on occasion, I was able to coat Betty's body with that
wonderful sperm, sometimes with and sometimes without Barb being there.

   It would be years later that I got the chance to lick a delicious pussy,
and one filled with cum.  Until then, there was always boy cock to suck and
drain.  LOL!