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   SAMMY'S HOT SUMMER Chapter 4: After the Swim (m F cons busty)

   by TooMuchTime (TooMuchTime2002@hotmail.com)

   Copyright(c) 2002, 2003, TooMuchTime.  All rights reserved.

   I sat expectantly on the bed, waiting to hear the sound of Bethany
climbing the stairs.  Based on what she'd just told me down by the pool --
that she'd be up any minute to model lingerie for me and to give me my
first blowjob -- my dick was an understandable steel rod in my shorts.  Not
that it was a particularly big rod, of course.  After all, I was only 13,
and anything but tall for my age.  Yet so far, for whatever reason, my
quite tall and busty neighbor, who happened to be a web model, seemed to be
very interested in it ...  or in me ...  or both.

   As I waited, I wondered if I should just whip it out now, so that when
she finally did arrive, it would be all ready to go.  But before I had a
chance to really consider this, I heard the sliding door downstairs slide
open ...  then shut.  I heard the sound of heels clacking across the tile
floor in the kitchen, which then became muffled when they hit the carpeting
in the main hall.  Closer the sound drew, down the main hall, up the
stairs, another step, another step ...  and then there she was, standing in
the doorway.  As always, the sight of her took my breath away.

   Bethany made a point of stopping in the entrance to her own bedroom, as
if to pose.  I could see now that the white high heels whose progress my
ears had been following were in fact the ONLY piece of clothes she wore. 
The skimpy white dress that she'd stripped off before diving into the pool
hung from one hand, while with the other arm, she leaned sensuously against
the doorway, displaying the bright red fingernails I'd grown to love. 
Still wet from the swim, her long, firey red hair hung in loose curls that
fell halfway down her back.  Her long legs grew up out of the sexy white
heels like smooth ivory beanstalks, joining at her mostly-shaven pussy, the
hair of which was also a firey red.  Around this, her hips curved
healthily, especially in contrast to her very slim, very fit waist and
torso.  Like the hips, though, her chest was extremely healthy.  Once more,
I found myself transfixed by the sight of her massive 38DD breasts with
their wide, dark pink nipples, the tips of which were the size of marbles.

   "See something you like?" Bethany asked.  Only then did I pull my
attention away from her amazing tits long enough to look up at her face. 
On top of everything else, she was quite beautiful, with soft features and
vibrant green eyes that could launch far more than a thousand ships.  She
smirked seductively at me through bright red lipstick, and I felt my heart
skip a beat.  What had I done to deserve such a smile?

   "Do you even have to ask that any more?" I asked, half-blushing.

   "Oh, but it's so nice to hear the answer," Bethany said.  She reached
both hands up and braced them against the door jamb, supporting her weight
on them as she leaned forward slightly, and set her melon-sized boobs to
jiggling left and right.  "Now be a good boy ...  and answer me."

   "Y-yes," I said.  "I do."

   "Do what?" Back and forth her tits went, like perfect fleshy pendulums.

   "I do see something I like," I said.

   "Oh?  And what might that be?" She leaned back again, bringing her arms
down, and stood tall, dropping the white dress in her hand to the floor. 
Slowly, gracefully, she began to cross the room toward me.

   "You," I replied.  "I think ..." No, I thought -- keep it to yourself.

   Bethany stopped a few feet away from me.  "Yes?"

   "You'll think it's stupid if I say it."

   She smiled.  "But you'll never know for sure unless you do say it."

   "I think ...  I mean, I might be ...  in love with you."

   This brought a shine to Bethany's face that I hadn't seen before.  One
moment, it seemed as if she would smile, and the next, like she would cry.
In the end, though, she broke out into a wide smile.  "You are?"

   I just nodded, relieved that her reaction hadn't been to laugh.

   "Oh, Sammy.  That's ...  the sweetest thing I've heard in such a long
time.  Come give me a hug."

   As she held her arms open wide, I stood and went to her.  With the heels
on, our heights were different enough that her chest was more or less at my
face level, so as I approached, it was as if her tits were a tractor beam
pulling me in.  They pressed warmly against my face as we hugged, and as
Bethany ran her fingers through my short hair.  One of her hard nipples
kissed my cheek, and I wanted so badly to turn and put it in my mouth.

   "You can't imagine how happy you make me feel," she said.

   "Me too," I replied.  "I've never been this happy ...  ever."

   With this, Bethany pulled me just far enough away from her chest that
she could lean her head down to kiss me.  And kiss we did.  A long,
passionate, tongue-filled ecstasy, filled with more genuine feeling than a
thousand words could ever have expressed.  As we pulled our mouths apart
again, her eyes were so heavy-lidded that they almost made her look
half-asleep.  "You," she said, "are an outstanding kisser."

   "I am?" Considering that she was the first girl I'd ever kissed, this
was news to me.

   "Oh yes.  You seem to be a natural."

   "You too," I told her.

   Bethany laughed a bit at this, as she slowly eased her body a step away
from me.  "Yes ...  well.  I'd be lying if I said I hadn't heard that
before.  But then again, when you've got a body like mine, it's amazing how
low men's standards can be." She grabbed her boobs and gave them a squeeze.
"A nice set of tits really lowers the bar."

   "Well ...  I can't lie ...  you do have a nice set," I said, blushing
again.

   "I'm glad you approve." She smirked at me, then winked.  "And now, if
you don't mind, I need to jump in the shower.  The chlorine in that pool
will destroy my hair if I don't wash it out."

   "Oh.  Okay." This wasn't what I'd expected to hear, but I decided to
roll with the moment.

   Bethany kicked off her heels, then started toward the master bathroom on
the other side of the room.  I waited for her to invite me to join her ...
but no invitation came.  Still, she didn't shut the bathroom door behind
her either.  "I won't be more than a few minutes," she said, while reaching
in to turn on the water.  "I just need to rinse off." Then she slipped in
past the shower curtain and disappeared from sight.

   Somewhat disappointed that I wasn't in the shower with her, I stood
there, unsure of what to do with myself.  Glancing down at the floor, I saw
the white dress, and picked it up.  With a quick glance toward the
bathroom, I stepped out of line of sight of the shower, and brought the
dress to my face, inhaling deeply.  Just as I'd suspected, it was highly
concentrated with the scent of both Bethany and her perfume.  There'd been
nothing between it and her skin all day ...  and the day had certainly NOT
been a cool one.  For a moment, I fantasized about what it would be like to
be one of her dresses.

   Before I could put much thought into it, though, the shower went quiet.
I abruptly threw the dress onto the floor, before she could see that I was
sniffing it and conclude I was a freak or something.  I stepped back into
the middle of the room, just in time to see the shower curtain slide away
and a wet Bethany emerge from it.  "Sammy," she said.  "Will you be a
sweetie and get me a towel from the linen closet in the hall?"

   "Sure thing." I jogged out to the hall, and grabbed one of only a few
towels there.  Apparently, if she owned more than these, she hadn't had
time to unpack them yet.  Then I jogged back to the bathroom with it.  When
I got there, Bethany was busy running her fingers through her long wet
hair, shaking it around -- I assume to detangle it or something.  Whatever
the reason, though, it had the effect of shaking her tits around as well,
which needless to say made me and my erection very happy.

   "Thanks, baby." She smiled appreciatively.

   "You're welcome." I tried to hand the towel to her, but she didn't take
it.

   "You know," she said, "I thought maybe you could dry me off.

   "R-really?" I asked.

   "Of course.  Unless you mind --"

   "No.  I mean yes.  I mean I don't mind at all."

   Bethany giggled.  "Okay then.  It's settled." With this, she opened her
arms, and held them away from her body.  "Dry away whenever you're ready."

   "Um.  Okay." I stood there stupidly for a moment, with the towel in both
hands, unsure of where to start.  My first instinct was to go right for the
chest, and since she was facing me, this prospect was all the more
inviting. Instead, however, I aimed a bit lower, and began by rubbing the
dry towel on her dripping wet belly.  It was firm, betraying the exercise
she must do to keep it so flat.  As gently as I was rubbing the towel, it
still served to jar her body from side to side, with the yet-again enticing
result that her boobs jiggled before my eyes.  Of course, by this point,
there was no avoiding drying them as well.  So having played coy this far,
I just dove in.

   Even through the towel, her tits felt wonderful in my hands.  Soft and
inviting.  I spent as much time as I could justify on them, then moved up
to her shoulders and out to each of her arms.  Then she turned around, and
I rubbed the towel all the way down the smooth skin of her back, past her
firm round ass, and down her legs to her feet.  As I was drying her ankles
from behind, her legs slightly spread, I got an outstanding close-up view
of the mound of her barely furred pussy.  Then she turned around again, and
I worked my way up the legs from her feet back to her belly.  Along the
way, I got another close view of her pussy, this time from the front, and
began to feel light-headed.

   Taking a deep breath, I stood.  "All done."

   "Not quite," she said, grinning.  "You forgot the bits and pieces."

   "The what?" I asked.

   "Here.  I'll show you." Bethany took one of my hands in hers, then
directed it downward, between her legs.  Gently, she placed it on her
pussy. "Now rub the towel in," she said.

   I rubbed it lightly at first, as if petting it.

   "No no," she added.  "A bit harder than that.  Really dig your finger
into the groove."

   I did as I was told, and found the groove between her lips with my
middle finger, pressing the towel into it.

   Bethany moaned slightly.  "That's it.  Now rub it."

   Again, I did as she said, rubbing slowly, and the effect was
instantaneous.  She let out another moan, louder this time, as her hand
draped itself over my shoulder and dug its nails into my back.  "Yessss ...
like that." Then she pulled me forward while falling back at the same time,
and I before I knew it, she was pressed against the wall.  Her eyes were
closed, and the expression on her face was a bit dreamy.

   Assuming that Bethany would tell me to stop when she wanted me to, I
kept right on doing what I was doing.

   "Now ...  drop the towel," she said, breathlessly.  "Use just your
hand."

   "Um.  Okay." I dropped the wet towel on the floor.  Naive as I might
have been at that age, by this time, I realized full well that this was no
longer about getting her dry.  Little did I realize, though, that when my
hand found her pussy again, it would be quite so wet.  This was something I
didn't remember learning in sex ed.  Wet it was, though, and as a result,
my finger slid easily into the groove between her now-engorged lips.

   "Ohhh, god ...  yes," Bethany moaned.  "That's it, baby.  Find Mommy's
hole."

   Wincing some at the grip of her nails in my back, I probed further with
my hand, quickly found "the hole" she was referring to, and sunk my finger
into it.  Again, the effect was instantaneous.  Her pussy was oozing by
now, and a hunched-over Bethany was practically biting my back.

   "Now up," she said, "just a little.  Find the --"

   But I'd already found it myself, without quite realizing what I was
finding -- her clitoris -- which felt like nothing so much as a swollen and
slippery nub.  But as soon as my finger landed on it, I got my first lesson
in just what a powerful button it was to push.  In a split-second, her
moaning went right off the scale, and transformed into a high-pitched
"eeeeee" noise.  Her thighs closed in around my hand and her body started
to buck.  Following my instincts, I continued to rub her clit for as long
as I could until the grip of her thighs made it almost impossible.

   "St-stop," she said, through what almost sounded like a mix of laughter
and tears.  "Too much."

   "I'm sorry," I replied, quickly pulling my hand away.

   "No," Bethany said, pulling me into a tight hug.  "Please don't ever be
sorry for that.  It felt great.  It felt ...  incredible.  It was just ...
sensory overload.  I can only take so much." I thought back to the day
before, when I'd had much the same reaction to her handjob, and this
brought things into perspective for me.

   I smiled.  "Oh.  Okay, I get it.  Like me yesterday."

   "Yes.  Exactly." She grinned down at me.  "Like that."

   "It was good for you then?" I asked.

   She nodded in a somewhat exaggerated manner.  "Oh, yes.  Very good."

   "Good," I said.  "I want to make you feel as wonderful as you make me
feel."

   "Such a darling, you are," Bethany replied, taking my face in both of
her hands and kissing me hard.

   Once more, our tongues met, and intertwined.

   "Now," she said, "it's time for the lotion."

   "The lotion?"

   Bethany gestured around me, to the sink, where there was a huge bottle
of skin lotion -- the kind with a plunger on top that squirts it into your
hand.  "I buy it by the gallons," she joked.

   "Oh," I said.  "Where do you put it?  On your hands?"

   She nodded.  "My hands ...  and my arms ...  and my legs ...  and ... 
everywhere else I have skin."

   "Everywhere?" I asked.

   "Everywhere.  Why?  Did you want to help with that too?"

   Was this a trick question?  "Um.  Sure.  Of course."

   "Well then.  Grab the bottle." With this, she winked at me, and slinked
out into the bedroom.

   Holy shit, this is going to be good, I thought.

   It was going to be just like Jilly ...  only better.



   * * *



   The summer before, when my best friend Kevin and his family had still
been living in the house now owned by Bethany, a cousin of Kevin's named
Jilly had come to visit for a couple of weeks.  She was much older than us,
in her early twenties, and normally lived out in California.  She and
Kevin's mother had always been very close, though, and so she apparently
made at least one long trip East every year.  While Kev's parents were off
at work, she spent most of her time hanging out by the pool ...  and Kev
and I spent most of our time watching her.

   Jilly wasn't very tall, and not even especially pretty.  She had a nose
too big for her face, and often talked about how she planned to save enough
money to get it fixed.  While not what I'd call overweight, she also wasn't
exactly slim either -- kind of thick all over, but still with an hourglass
figure.  Fortunately, this included a big chest, which explained our
fascination with her ...  especially whenever she had a bikini on.  Many
were the hours that Kevin and I would peer down from his bedroom window
with binoculars or play Marco Polo over and over again in the pool while
she was sunbathing.  Afterward, I'd go home and jerk off, fantasizing about
what it would be like to see her naked.

   For his part, Kevin claimed that he did see her topless several times
during that couple of weeks.  Once, when he "accidentally" walked into the
bathroom after she'd stepped out of the shower, and twice more when he did
the same as she was changing clothes in the guest room.  He said he owed it
all to the fact that his parents for some reason didn't believe in having
locks on bedroom and bathroom doors -- in case there was ever a fire or
something.

   My own closest encounter with Jilly, however, came on a day when Kevin
wasn't home.  It was a few weeks before school started, and his mother had
taken the day off specifically so that she could cart him to some huge mall
an hour away to go clothes shopping.  He didn't know this until a few
minutes after he woke up, however, and therefore neither did I.  So when I
arrived at his house late that morning, and nobody answered the doorbell, I
didn't know what to think.  I did the first thing that came to mind, and
walked around to the back of the house.

   There, reclining in her usual lounge chair, was Jilly, wearing a
somewhat skimpy two-piece bikini with a tropical print.  She turned my way
when she heard the gate squeak.  "Hey, Sammy.  Kevin's not here."

   "Oh.  Where is he?"

   She explained, then said, "If you want to swim or something, go ahead.
It's no big deal to me."

   "Thanks." I considered this, but wondered if it would be as easy to
sneak peeks at her tits without the pretense of playing a pool game. 
Still, it was worth the try.  "I guess I will."

   As always, I already had my swim trunks on under my shorts, so it was
just a matter of stripping down before I was swim-ready.  Once I did, I
quickly jumped into the pool, before my rapidly growing erection had a
chance to betray me.  I swam a few laps up and down the pool, started to
get bored, and quickly realized that it was going to be tricky indeed to
make it look as if I was entertaining myself.

   While I gathered my thoughts for a new plan, I took a moment to rest,
and placed my arms on the side of the pool closest to Jilly's chair.  When
I noticed that this put me only a foot or so from the water jet, I slowly
moved myself to the left until I was directly in front of it.  As both
Kevin and I had done in the past -- although never with anybody sitting
there -- I let the water blast against my crotch.  It felt amazing on my
erection, and all the moreso because I was able to stare at Jilly's
bikini-clad tits.  Her eyes were closed as she lay there patiently tanning,
and I began to suspect that she might even be asleep.

   Several minutes passed, and I was on the verge of an orgasm when Jilly
suddenly opened her eyes.  Immediately, of course, I turned my own eyes
away, and acted as if I'd been staring off into the trees.  "Tired?" she
asked, "or bored?"

   "A little of both," I replied, smiling awkwardly.  My cock was nearly
humming in my shorts, yet through sheer force of will and by moving my hips
back a little, I was able to keep it from spewing.

   "Well, I have a project for you," she said.

   "You do?" I asked, perking up.

   "Yeah, I need some suntan lotion on my back.  Do you mind?"

   "Um.  Sure.  Okay."

   As Jilly began to roll over onto her stomach, I realized that she meant
for me to put lotion on her right now, and started to climb out of the
pool. As I did, though, I became increasingly aware of my raging erection,
and paused.  Oh well, I thought, she has her back to me -- it's not like
she'll see.  Then I climbed the rest of the way out, and approached the
lounge chair somewhat tentatively.  "The lotion is there on the table," she
said.

   Swallowing hard, I took the tube of lotion in hand, flipped the top, and
squirted some on her back.

   "Wait," Jilly said.  "Before you start, can you undo the string on my
top?"

   "Um.  Sure." Nervously, unable to believe my own luck, I reached down
and tugged on the bikini's tie string.  The knot gave way easily, and I
pushed each end of it off to one side.  Jilly then reached up and flattened
it the rest of the way down, revealing to me the bulging side of one
considerable breast.

   "Thanks.  You can go ahead now."

   "Okay." I placed my hand on the warm pool of lotion I'd squirted out,
and gently began to smooth it into the skin on her back.  It quickly soaked
in, however, and moments later, I found myself applying more.  I started at
her mid back, then worked my way down to her lower back, then up along her
spine to her shoulder blades and the backs of her shoulders.  All the
while, my throbbing dick continued to hum with excitement as I stared at
the portion of her boob that was revealed to me.  When she didn't tell me
to stop, I worked the lotion up to the back of her neck, then further up to
the tops of her shoulders.  When she still didn't tell me to stop, I
decided to press my luck and let my slippery hand wander down to her sides
-- further and further down.

   And then it happened.

   The anticipation and thrill of knowing that any second now -- unless she
stopped me -- I was going to touch something I'd never touched before
suddenly become more than my poor young dick could bear.  At the very
moment that my fingers brushed against the soft side of Jilly's left tit,
my cock exploded.  It was intense and awkward in a way that only an
un-manipulated orgasm can be.  For a few moments, I lost motor control, and
quickly pulled my hand away, while waves of pleasure coursed through my
groin and streams of cum emptied into my swim trunks.

   Still facing away from me, and seemingly unaware of what had just
happened, Jilly said, "Thanks, Sammy.  That's perfect."

   "You're very welcome," I replied.  And without pressing my luck any
further, I grabbed my clothes and scurried off for home.

   And up till now, that had been the best experience I'd ever had with
lotion.



   * * *



   "Are you coming or not?" Bethany called from the other room.

   I shook myself out of my reverie, and grabbed the huge bottle of lotion.
"Be right there."

   As I exited the bathroom, I saw Bethany sprawled on the bed sideways,
grinning, one leg bent, giving me a clear view of her glistening pudenda.
She patted the mattress with one hand.  "Come to Mommy, baby."

   Smiling, I did as I was told.  Before I could reach the bed, however,
she asked me to stop.

   "This isn't fair," Bethany said.  "You're wearing clothes and I'm not."

   "Oh.  Um.  Should I get undressed?"

   "Don't you want to?" she asked.

   "Sure.  Of course.  If you want me to."

   "Well, I want you to then.  I want to see my boy naked." Bethany smiled.
"Please?"

   "O-okay," I stammered, and set the lotion on the bed.

   Bethany leaned up, reclining on her elbows, and watched as I stripped
off first my shoes and socks, then my t-shirt, and finally my shorts and
underwear.  My erection twanged playfully in the breeze.  "Much better,"
she said, grinning wider than ever, and held out the bottle of lotion to
me. "Now ...  it's time to moisturize."

   I stepped forward and took the bottle from her.  As I squeezed some into
my hand, she teased at the underside of my balls with one of her
red-painted toes.  It felt great, but I didn't want to be distracted from
my task.  I grabbed the foot with one hand, and began to smooth lotion onto
it with the other.

   "Starting from the bottom up, are you?" Bethany said.

   My slick hands moved to the other foot.  "Is that okay?"

   "Oh, it's fine with me," she smiled, still reclining on her elbows,
watching me.

   I squeezed out more lotion, and started on her calves.

   "You've got gentle hands," Bethany said.  "Has anybody ever told you
that?" She spread her legs just a bit as I progressed to her knees, and she
seemed to shiver as I passed over the backs of them.

   "Not really." Arming myself with even more lotion, my hands found the
tops of Bethany's firm thighs.  By this point, I was leaning far enough
forward that my dick sometimes brushed against her shins, and each time it
did, a jolt of electricity went through me.  It seemed as if I'd been hard
for hours now.

   "Wait," she said, as I began to move higher.  She took a moment to
readjust herself on the bed properly, bringing her head to the pile of
pillows.  "There.  Now why not just straddle my legs," she suggested.

   I climbed up onto the mattress, and planted my knees to either side of
hers.  "Like this?" I asked.

   "Yes, like that," Bethany replied, grinning.  With her head inclined,
she could certainly see my throbbing erection now, and made no bones about
staring directly at it.  "A much better view," she said.

   I blushed, slicked up my hands again, and continued where I'd left off.
I rubbed lotion first on the outside of her upper thighs, then worked my
way inward to the creamy flesh between them.  I paused inches from her
pussy lips, then -- armed with my recent memories of drying her off -- let
my fingers plunge forward.

   "Oh, no no no," Bethany said, half giggling, closing her strong thighs
around my hand.  "If I let you start that again, we'll never get finished.
Later, though.  Definitely later."

   "Okay," I replied, and loosed my hand.  I squeezed out more lotion and
smoothed it onto her hips, then brought my hands together and rubbed them
over her firm belly, into her belly button, and downward far enough to make
her think I was going for her pussy again ...  then stopped.  I glanced up
at her face and smiled.  "Just kidding."

   While glancing up at her face, of course, I couldn't help but look at
her massive tits as well.  They were about as inviting as anything I'd ever
seen in my entire life.  I repositioned myself, so that I was now
straddling her hips instead of her knees, and after fueling myself with
more lotion, brought my hands to bear at the bottom of Bethany's rib cage.
This was it, I thought to myself -- the golden moment.  Upward, slowly,
each of my hands slid over one her fantastic breasts.  Up from the bottom,
over the sides, over her marble-sized nipples, then back down again,
between her cleavage.

   "Honey," Bethany said.  "I don't think you understand just how valuable
my boobs are to me.  They're a big part of my career, after all.  You
really need to make sure you moisturize them as MUCH as is humanly
possible." With this, she grabbed the bottle of lotion beside her, lifted
it, and proceeded to squirt it onto her chest, over and over again, until
it covered nearly half of the skin area.  "Now be a good boy and rub that
all in for me, would you?"

   "Y-yes, Mommy," I replied.  It was official.  I was truly in Heaven.

   I rubbed and fondled and squeezed Bethany sweet slippery tits for all
they were worth, as she moaned in delight and sometimes joined her hands
with mine.  It was almost surreal.  I knew I was really doing it, and I
could feel the realness of her soft, perfect boobs under my fingers, but I
didn't understand how this could possible be happening to me.  How many
times had I fantasized, how many times had I jerked off, thinking of a
moment like this?  Too many to count.

   Then, just as I began to believe the moment could get no more perfect,
Bethany reached down between my arms and gently grabbed my cock.  "Oh my,"
she said, teasingly.  "This looks very dry to me."

   I had to remind myself to take a breath.  "It ...  does?"

   "Definitely.  Maybe you could moisturize it with some of this extra
lotion on my chest?"

   "Um.  Sure." I scooped some of the lotion off of her tits, and began to
reach down.

   "No, silly," Bethany said.  "Not like that." Without warning, she
grabbed my arms, and pulled me forward, while at the same time wriggling
herself further down the bed.  Before I knew it, my cock was poised
directly between her amazing tits.  "This is more of what I had in mind,"
she said.

   "Oh." Holy shit, I thought.  "Um.  Now what?"

   "Now baby," she replied, "you do what every good little boy who sees me
on my website wants to do.  You put your big hard cock between my tits ...
and you fuck them.  Here, I'll help ..." Bethany reached up and wrapped her
soft breasts around my erection, her fingers digging into their flesh and
her long red nails stark against her skin.  "There," she said.  "Now, just
relax and do whatever feels natural to you."

   And I did.  Slowly at first, I began to slide my steel rod between her
slippery mounds.  If not for the fact that Sasha had given me a blowjob
earlier in the day, I'm sure I would have blown my load immediately. 
Still, though, even that didn't buy me much restraint.  In and out, up and
down, faster and faster, the sensation nothing short of incredible, I
lasted for all of three or four minutes before I began to feel that
familiar tingle.  Then, suddenly, my thrusting became erratic, as the
pressure built up in my balls.

   Before I even started to cum, though, Bethany released the grip on her
tits, and instead reached up to grab my cock.  Without missing a beat, she
found my rhythm, and began to stroke the shaft with one hand, while the
other cupped and fondled my balls.  The resulting explosion was tremendous.
Unable to control myself, and directed by Bethany's own hand, I blasted
huge wads of milky cum not only across her tits, but onto her neck and her
face as well.  It was truly a sight to behold.

   Over and over, I painted a smiling Bethany with my hot jism.  Like a
thirsty child with a spray bottle, she even aimed my cock at her open mouth
at one point and shot several jets of cum onto her inviting tongue, then
swallowed it.  Then she brought my tool back down again, and sprayed even
more of it onto her chest.  And just as I thought I was beginning to flag,
the hand that was fondling my balls expertly found what in later years I
would come to know was my prostate, and by applying pressure to it, seemed
to urge another thirty seconds worth of cum out of me.

   In the end, though, teenager or not, prostate or not, I finally gave
out.

   Once Bethany saw that I was spent, she loosed her hold on my cock. 
"Wow," she said.

   I took a moment to slide myself back, down her body, so that I could get
a good look at what I'd just done.  "Wow is right," I replied, almost
wanting to laugh at what I saw, but restraing myself at only a smile.

   Bethany laughed.  "I imagine I'm quite a sight," she said.  This, of
course, was an understatement.  There were gobs of my sticky cum everywhere
on her, from the chest up.

   "Sorry," I said.

   "Sorry for what?  That's the best cum shower I've had in a long time."
She glanced down at herself.  "Look at all this sweet baby boy juice on
me," she added, and used her hands to rub my slippery seed over her tits,
concentrating it on her sensitive nipples.  "I had no idea you could be so
...  prolific."

   "Well.  You kind of brought it out in me.  You --"

   Just then, the most annoying thing in the world happened.  The phone
rang.

   Bethany glanced over at the bedside table, at the cordless phone with
caller ID on the back of it.  The number she saw there brought an odd
expression to her face.  "Sorry, sweetie.  I have to get this one." Taking
a moment to wipe her hand on one of the pillows first, she reached out and
grabbed the phone.

   "Hello?" Pause.  "Yes, Mom, I know it's you. ...  Because your name
shows up." She looked at me, and rolled her eyes.  After another long
pause, she said, "What do you mean she's gone? ...  Well, maybe she just
went somewhere else.  Are you sure she didn't leave a note or something?
... I'm sure she's fine.  She's a big girl, she can take care of herself.
...  Look, I'd agree with you, if not for the fact that this isn't the
first time she's done this kind of thing.  She always pops up again. ...  I
understand, Mom. ...  Yes, I know. ...  I know. ...  Look, Mom, I'm kind of
in the middle of something here.  Can I call you back later on? ...  I
know. ...  Yes, I will. ...  I will, Mom.  I'm going now. ...  Okay. ... 
Okay. ...  Love you too."

   Shaking her head, Bethany hung up the phone.

   "Is everything all right?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  My daughter apparently isn't where she's supposed to be."

   "Oh?" I tried not to look guilty as sin as I climbed down off the bed.
Of course, I knew exactly where Sasha was -- or at least where she'd been a
few hours ago.  But I'd sworn myself to secrecy.  "Where is she?"

   Bethany shook her head.  "I'm sure I don't know.  She's always been kind
of a handful.  That's why I let her stay with my mother.  She seems to have
better luck at keeping control of her.  Usually."

   "Are you worried?" I asked, starting to put my clothes on.

   "Not really.  She'll show up.  She's probably just being dramatic. 
Staying at a friend's house or something.  Letting my mother get all
excited." While sitting on the edge of the bed, Bethany looked down at
herself ...  and laughed.  "Well.  I guess it's time to take another
shower," she said.

   Again, I said I was sorry, but only half meant it.  "Should I stay and
--"

   "No no no," she replied.  "Thanks for the gesture.  But you need to get
home for dinner.  Otherwise, your parents will be sending a search party
out for you soon too.  "And I need to do some work on my website."

   "Okay," I said, somewhat disappointed that our time had to end, but
feeling a bit relieved too.  It had, after all, been quite a busy day.  I
needed some down time to absorb it all.  And I was kind of starving. 
Still, I thought -- as I pulled on my sneakers and watched Bethany pad
around the room naked -- it was always tough to leave.

   "Wait, is tomorrow Thursday?" she asked, as if trying to plan things out
in her head.

   "Yeah, I think so."

   Bethany smiled.  "Good.  Be sure to stop by around noon then."

   "Sure.  Why?" I asked.

   "Wouldn't you like to know?" she teased, and started toward the shower.

   I smiled.  "That's not fair.  Tell me."

   "You'll see.  Just be sure and get plenty of sleep.  Take some Vitamin E
maybe." Bethany paused at the door to the bathroom and, smiling, waggled
her fingers at me as she pushed the door slowly shut behind her.  "Bye
now." I got one last glance at her cum-drenched face ...  and then she was
gone.

   Well, I thought.  Whatever she was planning, it had to be good, right?

   Still, the endless possibilities stampeded through my mind as I started
off toward home.


   (TO BE CONTINUED)