HOUSE ARREST

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It was only a few weeks since ten year old Randy first jacked off.� His friend showed him how to whack his Willie and thereby have this incredible sensation, his friend having himself just learned the trick from his older brother.� The very first time that feeling swept over him, it frightened Randy, thinking that he was about to go blind or even die or something.� But he didn't die, he just felt... well,� incredible.�

When he realized that he hadn't died, gone blind, and that nothing terrible had happened, he naturally wanted to do it again, and each time he did it, his desire to do it grew stronger and stronger.� Now, in just a few weeks, it seemed that every chance he had he was doing it, especially at night in bed, locked away in the bathroom, or hidden away in some secret place.� He was now always looking for opportunities to whip it and have that good feeling sweep over him.� He simply couldn't get enough of it; in fact he wished he could figure out how to keep that feeling going for longer than it did, like for hours.� He didn't understand that men and boys weren't capable of that, but he was determined to figure it out.

One warm Saturday, he was out playing in the park near his home.� The park was one of his favorite places, but it offered little in the way of private places to safely beat off without getting caught.� At the far edge of the park was a fence that separated it from private property that was well marked with signs reading, "Posted, No Trespassing, Private Property, Violators will be prosecuted."� He knew what those signs meant, as his father had explained it to him.� Naturally he didn't want to be arrested and sent to jail, so he always stayed on the park side of the fence.� But, he knew of a place where the fence crossed a gully and where he could crawl under... if he wanted. The gully cut into a hillside on the other side.� He could see a little ways up the gully, but then the gully turned and disappeared.� It had always intrigued him.�

Now as he stood looking across the fence at the gully, he realized that it was the perfect place to satisfy his urges.� All he had to do was sneak in without getting caught. He never saw anyone on the other side, so he looked to his left, to his right and then behind him... no one was in sight.� He looked again, just to be sure, crawled under the fence and crouching low, scampered into the rocky gully. As soon as he turned into the bend of the gully, he knew he'd found the perfect place to do it, a secret place that no one else knew about, but him. Of course lots of boys knew about the place and through the years, dozens had used it just like he was planning to do.

Just to be doubly sure that he was safe, he climbed the far wall of the gully and keeping his head down,� looked over the side.� Off about a hundred yards away, he could just barely make out the roof line of a large house that was otherwise obscured by brush and trees.� Other than that, the coast was clear.� Satisfied that he'd wouldn't be discovered, he slipped back down to the floor of the gully. As the park was just a hundred feet or so away, he wasn't at all concerned about the other side of the gully, after all, there wouldn't be anyone there unless they were trespassing too.

Standing upon a big flat rock, he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked off his shoes.� Then after taking one last look around, down went his shorts and underwear. Randy felt a rush of exhilaration as he stood completely naked in the bright sunshine and just a hundred feet or so from all the people in the park. His hand settled where it often settled these past few weeks and he began fondling himself.�

Rita Wilson was out on her property with camera in hand, looking for birds to photograph.� For the most part, she and her husband kept the large tract of land wild so as to attract birds and critters.� Actually her husband didn't give a hoot for the birds or critters, but he did like the privacy the dense foliage provided, but Rita cared.� Photography was her passion and she thrilled to photograph a relatively rare species who might happen to stray upon her land.� Today she had set herself up in a blind on the far edge of the gully and was watching for a woodpecker to emerge from a hollow tree where it was building a nest.� She had her back to the gully, but then she heard something behind her. Turning she saw a boy scaling the far wall of the gully.�

"The little shit," she sneered to herself.� "He's going to ruin everything."� She knew that the woodpecker would never make an appearance with the intruding boy so close by.� She considered yelling at him and chasing the kid off, but if she did that the woodpecker might abandon the nest altogether.� Just as the boy approached the top, she pulled out her cell phone and prepared to call the police to remove him.� Before she could get the call off, the boy slid back down the embankment.� She waited and watched to see what he would do next. She didn't have long to wait before he stripped off his shirt.

"Is he going to... ? Oh, this may be my lucky day," she said to herself with a grin, the woodpecker all but forgotten.

She carefully moved the tripod mounted with her Nikon camera, trained the high resolution telephoto lens on the boy and sharpened the focus.� With the camera already set up to snap a photo every ten seconds, she pressed the shutter button and the camera began clicking away. With her binoculars, she now watched as the boy finished stripping off his clothes until he was totally nude.

As he fondled his immature dick to a good boner, Randy looked about nervously.� Certain of his privacy and with his dick good and hard, he sat down on the large flat rock, lay back and began jacking his dick like he'd been doing every night these few past weeks.

Pinching a nipple, Rita said to herself, "Oh, this is too good!� That's it, kid, beat that meat for Miss Rita!"

As good as the show was down below her, Rita knew something about boys and how quickly they came off.� Putting down her binoculars, she picked up another camera and eased out of the blind. Quietly she hurried down the far slope to the fence line and then entered the mouth of the gully, cutting off the boy's escape route. Silently she followed the bend in the ravine and there he was, still lying nude on the rock, his hand moving up and down on his young dick in the age-old fashion of men and boys.�

Drawing near, she noticed that he had his eyes tightly shut, either from self-pleasure or from the glare of the sun, maybe both.� She was able to get right next to the rock he was lying upon, close enough that she could hear the "Phat, phat, phat," as he stroked up and down.� It was enough to make her pussy gush. Soon he was squirming about on the rock in a most lurid manner, his young smooth body trembling as he came off.� It was a dry cum, as his nuts hadn't ripened yet, but it was nonetheless extremely pleasurable for the boy.

Rita was quite familiar with boys masturbating, as she'd watched her own son and his two cousins do it countless times while they were growing up.� She had always loved to watch them gratify themselves, but now that they were all off at college, she hadn't had that pleasure since the last time her son, Robert, was home for the weekend.

Now that the trespassing boy had had his cum, she expected him to stop, lie about for a few minutes basking in the afterglow and endorphin high, then get up, get dressed and sneak off.� But the boy didn't do that exactly. He slowed down for a minute, but was then back to flogging it, even though he was again soft.

'My, aren't we the horny little bastard,' she thought as the boy� resumed masturbating.

Randy's most recent attempt for an unending orgasm was abruptly halted when he heard a female voice say, "Are you enjoying yourself?"� His hand abruptly stopped and his eyes flew open, and despite the sun's glare, he could see the outline of a person standing near his feet. He was busted!� Busted big time.

A pitiful, "Ohhhhhh!" escaped from his lips and he bolted to a sitting position.� With the hand he'd been abusing himself with now covering his reddened genitals, he reached with the other for his clothes, but came up empty handed.

"Looking for these?" Rita asked while stifling a laugh.� In dismay, Randy watched his shorts and underwear fall from the woman's hand onto the ground beside the rock.

"Well, young man, what do have to say for yourself?" she asked sternly.

Randy wanted to crawl under the big rock he was perched upon to escape the withering stare of the woman.� As a keen observer of his mother, he knew that look on the woman's face and it wasn't good.� How could it be good?� He'd been caught red handed, and red dicked, being nasty and disgusting.

"You're trespassing," Rita informed him.� "I know you saw the signs.� You couldn't possibly miss them.� Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"

Randy knew that tone of voice too. He filled with panic.� He wanted to run, but how could he run away naked.� Where would he go?� He couldn't run to the park, as everyone would see him.� He could run the other way, up the gully, but what good would that do him?

"Does your mother know that you play with yourself like that?"

What to do?� What to do?� He was doomed.� Doomed!� Once his mother got through with him, he knew his father would take the skin off his butt with his belt.

"I ought to call the police and have you arrested," she said evenly.

'Arrested!� Oh, my god!' Randy thought. 'Mom and Dad are really gonna kill me now!'

"Come on.� Stand up and come with me!" she demanded.

Randy stood, careful to conceal his pecker with his hand.

"Now, get down off my rock!" she demanded.

Under Rita's watchful eye, the boy scrambled down off the rock.� He reached down to pick up his shorts, but the woman put her foot on it.

"You'll come just as you are! I want your parents to see what a bad boy you are when they pick you up from jail!"

Randy felt faint.� The fear and humiliation was almost too much for the boy to bear, and he knew it was only going to get worse... much worse. He felt the hand on his bare shoulder turning him in the direction she wanted him to go, up the gully and to certain doom.� She nudged him to get moving.� Automatically, in the manner of a doomed prisoner, he stepped forward with his head hanging low to begin his march of shame.� Never before in his life had he felt so naked, so vulnerable, so deep in trouble.

During his seemingly long march, he knew he needed to come up with a brilliant plan and make good his escape, like a comic book superhero, but nothing practical came to mind. It was only a minute or so before they were out of the gully and up on top of the hill, following a path through the dense brush and trees.� Suddenly the house came into view.� This was it! He stopped and broke down sobbing.

Rita, who had been enjoying the unobstructed view of the kid's well-formed bubble-butt, also stopped and let the boy cry.� After a few moments she thought to herself, 'He's mine now.� Time to take possession of my new toy.' Turning the naked boy to her, she wrapped her arms about him and hugged him tight.

"Now, now, don't cry, baby.� Don't cry."

"I don't want to go to jail!" he wailed into her pillowy breasts.

"You're not going to jail."

"Please, don't send me to jail!"

"I won't, baby.� I won't.� I promise," she soothed.

Tearfully he looked up into now kind eyes and asked, "You're not?"

"No.� You're much too cute to go to jail."

"Are you going to call the police?"

"Not unless you want a ride home."

"Then... then I'm not in trouble?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh, you're still in trouble, big trouble.� But, I'm not calling the police. I was thinking more along the lines of a house arrest."

"A house arrest?"

"You were trespassing.� I can't let that go unpunished or else my property would be overrun with juvenile delinquents."

"You're going to call my mom?"

"Not unless you want me too."� Rita pulled her cell phone from her pocket and asked, "Do you want me to call her?� What's her number? I'm sure she'll come pick you up."

"No!!!� Please don't call her!"

"In that case, my only option is house arrest.� It's my house and I'm arresting you.� As for your punishment, you'll have to stay with me all afternoon, do chores and keep me company. Does that sound okay with you?"

Randy didn't know what to think.� Adults could be so confusing!� Suddenly he was once again aware of his nudity. "Uh... I don't have any clothes."

"Yes, you do," she answered with a smile.� "They're down in the ravine where you left them.� You can go get them when it's time for you to leave and go home."

"You mean... I have stay naked?"

"Would you like that?� Seems to me that you enjoy being nude. Doesn't your mother let you go about nude?"

"Gosh, no!� She'd spank me!"

"That's her loss," she replied rather cryptically.�

"Now, I bet you're thirsty," she said changing the subject.� "How would you like a glass of cold lemonade?"

"Yes, Ma'am and thank you."

"No, thank you."

Randy scrunched up his eyebrows.� "Thank me for what?"

"For brightening my day!"

"You're not mad at me for..."

"For being naked?� Heavens, no! If you weren't naked, I'd probably would call the police, but you are and truth be told, I rather enjoy having a naked boy around. I bet you enjoy running about nude.� It's fun, isn't it?"

"What about... the other?" he asked not knowing how to phrase it.

"Masturbating?'� He looked at her clearly not understanding the word. "Beating off?"� The embarrassed grin on his face showed that he now understood.

"You're a boy," she continued.� "A very cute boy and all boys masturbate. It's in their nature."

"Really?"

"Yes, really.

"Now, how about that lemonade?"

"Yeah!!" the boy shouted, the heavy burden having been completely lifted from his shoulders.� Just minutes before he was mortified, now he was elated. He took Rita's hand and with his little dick swinging free, she led him the remaining distance to the house.

As soon as they walked onto the pool deck, Randy's eye's grew wide.� Up to that moment, he'd only seen rectangular pools with a minimum of landscaping.� Here was a large free-form pool, beautifully and lushly landscaped and with a waterfall.� It was something out of a magazine, and indeed, Rita's pool had been featured prominently in a prestigious architectural-design magazine.

"Wow!" the boy exclaimed.� "Can I go swimming?"

"Do you know how to swim?"

"Yeah!� I can go underwater across the city pool!"

"Well, let me get your lemonade first, and then we'll see about swimming."

After she'd taken her shoes off at the door, Randy followed the woman into the house.� The house was quite unlike his own house.� Not only was he taken by the size and luxurious furnishings, but by the soaring ceilings and generous use of native stone, polished wood and glass in the exquisite and very modern home.

In the kitchen he patiently waited while Rita filled a glass with ice and lemonade.� With a friendly smile she started to hand the glass to the boy, but pulled back.� She put on a pensive look and said, "Here you are, naked in my kitchen and I don't even know your name."

"Randy," he replied, "Randy Johnson."

"Well, Randy Johnson.� It's a pleasure to meet you," she said handing him the lemonade.� "I'm Miss Rita."

"Gosh, Miss Rita, you sure have a pretty home.� I bet it cost a zillion dollars!"

"Not quite a zillion, but close," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.� "I'm glad you like it, after all, you're under house arrest, so you might as well like it."

"Oh, I do like it!"

"My house or being under house arrest?"

"Both," he sniggered honestly. "But how long am I going to be under house arrest?"

"What time do you have to be home?"

"Around five o'clock."

"Then you'll be under house arrest until just before five. I don't want you getting into any more trouble than you are now."

"And I'm gonna be nekked the whole time?"

"Of course!� You're so cute naked and I like you naked.� Boys like you should be kept naked. Besides, I think you especially enjoy running around naked."

He'd never met anyone like Miss Rita before. She was nothing like his mom! She was older than his mom he figured, but she wasn't uptight about every little thing.� She was fun! Still, he wasn't prepared for what she said next.

"If you want to play with your penis, go right ahead."� Randy knew that penis was another word for dick, and he wasn't sure if he should touch it or not. "I know you want to touch yourself, baby.� All boys do.� It's perfectly alright, if you do.� I don't mind...� Really, I don't.� So, go ahead, touch yourself."

With his free hand, Randy reached down and tentatively touched himself.

"Oh, you can do better than that," Rita laughed.

This time, with a huge grin, he took it and shook it.

"There.� That's better," she said laughing.� "Anytime you want to touch yourself, honey, you go right ahead."� Miss Rita was certainly nothing like his own mother!

With his lemonade finished, Miss Rita led him back outside and to a semi secluded place behind the waterfall.� "Now, I want my pool to stay clean, and you're borderline filthy dirty.� So, before you get into my nice clean pool, you have to shower and get all the dirt off." Reaching over, she turned a knob.� A cascade of water fell in an adjacent alcove, like it was raining.

Randy could hardly believe his eyes."Wow!� This is really cool!" he gushed.

"Well, go on and get in, honey."

Randy stepped into the spray.� The water was tepid, but still a shock to boy's skin. "It's cold!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," she chided. "It's the same temperature as the pool water."

Randy stood in the cool spray gritting his teeth and with his fists clinched to his chest.� He turned to face Miss Rita and couldn't believe what she was doing. Just as he looked, she dropped the bikini top she'd been wearing. .� She was getting naked!� He'd never seen bare naked tits before, except in pictures that his friend's older brother had, and her tits were big full tits to boot! Then she shimmed out of her shorts.� She hadn't been wearing panties, but that detail was completely missed by the gawking boy.

With two in small shower alcove, it was a tight fit, requiring a lot of skin-to-skin contact, but Rita's naked body rubbing against him wasn't what had his full attention, it was her hands.� Her hands were all over him, washing him with a liquid biodegradable soap, rubbing and washing� his dick and rubbing and washing deep in his ass crack while her big wet tits rubbed across his face and head.� But, whereas Miss Rita was taking liberties with him, he steadfastly kept his hands to himself, afraid to do otherwise and possibly anger her. He needn't have worried.

With her new toy squeaky clean, Rita stepped from the shower and turned it off.� Dripping wet, she led him to the deep side of the pool and then dove in. Randy dove in after her. Leaving the boy alone for a while, she swam about, churning up the water and getting in some exercise.

Randy proved that he was indeed a strong swimmer, as he easily kept up with her.� Once she stopped sprinting and floated about, Randy swam around and under her for a few moments, then he pushed against her declaring, "You're it!" before swimming away.� Laughing, Rita joined into the game catching and tagging the boy on his bare butt.�

Randy soon struck back, tagging Rita on the shoulder.� As he darted away, she called out, "No, no, no!� That's not how we play the game.� You have to tag me on the butt.� Now, come back here and do it right!"

Randy came back and with a amused grin on his face, tagged Rita's butt, but before he could get away, she tagged him back, only this time by grabbing his penis.� "You're it!" she laughed.

"No fair!" randy protested.

"Fair's fair," Rita replied.� "Remember, I make all the rules."

Randy lunged at her.� Rita made a lame attempt to get away and he got a handful of tit.� But she was surprisingly quick. Just as he turned away, she grabbed his ass and goosed him good.� The game continued for some time with both Randy and Rita growing bolder by the minute until Randy was regularly and confidently grabbing Rita's pussy, tits and ass before gleefully darting away.

Letting the boy get the last lick in, Rita finally called an end to game.� "Let's take a little break," she told him as she hoisted herself out of the water.� She lay back in a double chase lounger and called him to her.�

Randy was in awe as he settled in next to the shapely nude woman.� In the water he had touched her body with impunity, but only caught glimpses of her body.� Now she was on full display to him and he liked what he saw.

"Do you remember when you were a baby and you sucked on your mother's tits?" she asked the startled boy.

"Of course you don't remember.� You were too young. But you did suckle at your mother's breasts.� Does she let you suckle her now?"

"No!"

"Would you like to suckle on me?"

"I, I don't know."

"Well, why don't you give it a try?� I love having a man or a boy suck on my nipples."

Randy moved his face closer to her full tit and studied the dusty-red quarter-sized areola, surrounded by a crenulated ring and with a plump turgid nipple at the center.� He ventured to lick her nipple directly, feeling the bumps of her crinkly areola against his tongue.� Rapidly engorging with blood, the nipple stood erect, begging to be taken between his lips. He heard the older woman moan as his lips surrounded the projecting nub of flesh. Caressing it with his tongue, he began to gently suck on her teat. Nature took charge and no further coaxing of the boy was necessary.� From the get-go he was sucking tit like a pro, much to Rita's delight.

The boy found it very pleasurable to be doing this, though he wasn't at all sure why.� Then he thought about his mother... did he really suck her tits like he was doing now?� Try as he might, he just couldn't imagine his mother allowing such a thing. But she had, or at least Miss Rita said she did. Then he decided that it really didn't matter much what he'd done as a baby, as he couldn't remember any of it. Instead he concentrated upon the pleasures at hand, of his lips gently sucking on a woman's soft tit while she in turn caressed his head with one hand and caressed his rigid pecker with the other.

He lavished attention on both tits for good long while.� Eventually she had to push his head away.� "My, my, you're quite the titty sucker, young man," she liltingly laughed. "But enough of that for now. I've just got to taste that yummy dick of yours."

Randy had no idea what she was talking about and was more or less passive while she maneuvered into position. Then she did it.� Gently caressing his balls, she slid his dick between her lips!� He was shocked. Never had he imagined anyone doing anything this dirty, but she was.� The shock soon wore off as he realized how wonderful and how great it felt. But, he had little time to relax and enjoy the feelings as another feeling, a very intense feeling, welled up and temporarily rendered him blind. He knew that feeling and wasn't alarmed by it, as he sought that feeling often these days. But the feeling this time was so much better, so much more intense than when he whacked off at night in bed or in the tool shed. But like always, it was soon over, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

His eyes fluttered open and he saw her just inches away, grinning at him.� "How was that?" she asked.

Catching his breath he exclaimed, "Wow!� That was... really great!� Can you do that to me again?" he answered.

"I'd love to suck your dick again, sweetheart, and I will.� But... now you have to do me a favor."

"What's that?� I'll do anything for you, Miss Rita," he earnestly proclaimed.

"I want you to crawl between my legs and lick my pussy," she answered while running her hand between her legs for emphasis.

Randy scrunched up his eyes, unsure he'd heard her correctly.� "You mean you want me to... to lick you down there?"

"Precisely, my dear boy.� Women enjoy oral sex as much as boys and men do."

Rita pushed his head down towards her crotch. "Now, be a good boy and eat me."

The first thing he had to get over was her springy pubic hair.� It was neatly trimmed, but he'd never encountered anything like it before.� She spread her legs apart and Randy got his first close view of a pussy, a carefully shaved pussy and rather meaty one at that, as it seemed to have several layers.

With her fingers she spread her labia apart.� "See this bump," she said as she diddled herself with a finger. "That's my clit.� It's as sensitive and tasty as your dick is.

"Now, I want you to concentrate on licking that bump with your tongue.� You can also touch it with your fingers."

More than anything, he wanted to please her and moved in close enough to get a whiff of her funky female odor. Closing his eyes, he stuck his face between her spread lips, burying his nose up against her clit and licked, his tongue finding the entrance to her vagina. To his surprise it wasn't an unpleasant taste at all and he began licking in earnest.

"A little higher, darling," he heard her say and moved away from the mysterious hole and up to the prominent bump.�

As he began orally lashing at her clit, he remembered that she said he could use his fingers too and plunged a finger up her cunt hole.� It was all so new, so totally beyond his experience that he didn't know what to concentrate on first, exploring the deep ribbed hole with his fingers or exploring her clit with his tongue.� Happily for Rita, he managed to do both at the same time.� Still it was confusing to the young boy when she continuously called for him to "lick harder here or rub harder there," as he wasn't sure where here and there were.

His tongue, however, soon began to give out. Then her legs snapped tightly about his head and she began to twist about.� Even with his ears muffled by her thighs he could hear her crying out.� Had he done something wrong?� Is that why she was trying to smother him now?� Then the grip on his head was released and he was able to come up for air and when he did, she twisted to one side, ejecting him from between her legs.� Worried that he was in big trouble, he waited afraid to move, his entire face wet with pussy juice.

"Oh, that was wonderful!" he heard her say.� "Mmmmmm, you're a fast learner, baby."� Then she rose and dove into the pool, leaving him stranded on the chase.

Naive as he was, he wasn't stupid and figured that she wasn't mad at him after all, so he quickly joined her into the water, following her around like a puppy.� Neither said very much for quite some time, but soon they were playing again with him swimming between her legs and she getting quick underwater sucks on his dick.� Eventually that died down too.

Randy hoisted himself from the water and sat on the edge with his feet in the water.� Rita swam up to him between his legs.� She talked softly to him, telling him how much she liked him and how much she enjoyed being with him while rubbing her hands up and down his thighs, reaching deep into his crotch and brushing his genitals with her thumbs with predictable results. Rita marveled at the resilience of boys.�

She'd had her mouth over his dick any number of times that day, yet it was still a surprise to him when she leaned forwarded and began orally massaging his dick, not that he minded.� Indeed, he found he rather liked having his dick sucked, even if it was by a woman older than his own mother.� Leaning back on his hands, he relished what she was doing.� This was so much better than beating off and the end results were perhaps even better.���

As for Rita, she couldn't get enough of having his cute pecker in her mouth.� She loved performing fellatio and wasn't too particular about who she performed it on. Men were easy and eager, older boys were easy, young boys were easy too, but young boys, like this one, were surprisingly hard to come by. And young boys were so cute in their innocence, innocence that she relished corrupting. She imagined him to be her own son, long before he matured and went off to college, when she would do to him what she was doing now as Randy sat naked on the edge of the pool.� And not just her son, but her hedonistic friend's two sons too, suck them while being plowed from behind by a big cocked man or men.� And like all men and boys, she knew she had to pace herself with them, lest she wear them out too quickly.��

It was nearing four thirty when waterlogged and with wrinkly fingers and toes, they finished swimming and playing for the day.� "You need to be going home, baby," she told the boy.� "You have served your sentence with good behavior, so you are now released from house arrest.� I just hope you learned your lesson."

"Oh, yes, Ma'am!� I had fun being under arrest."

"That's good, as I wouldn't want you to go home traumatized from your punishment."

"I want to be punished by you again!"he earnestly exclaimed.

"Well, if ever catch you trespassing and running around naked on my property again I'll have to put you under house arrest once more."

"Really? You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it!" she laughed. "Now, let me take you back to where I found you being such a naughty boy to begin with."

"Can I come tomorrow?"

"My, aren't you the eager one.

"Just remember, baby, I make all the rules."

"Yes, Ma'am! I'll remember. Promise!"

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