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Tuesday AM, January 05, 1999

The Babysitter Cycle 

Written by silentkiller

This story is entirely fictional and should not be read by minors.


"We're going out," Jon's mom announced. "Rhonda is coming over to babysit you."
"No! What about Dave Burke?"
"Dave can't come over tonight. Rhonda was the only sitter we could get."
"Aw, man! She's mean!"
"No, she's not. Try to be nice, OK? She should be here soon."
Sure enough, within a few minutes the front doorbell rang, and Jon's mom let Rhonda in the door. Rhonda was an apple-cheeked, freckle-faced 17-year-old with frizzy red hair and an ample figure. Most people thought she was rather plain. If Jon had been honest with himself, though, he would have admitted that he was sexually attracted to Rhonda.
Jon was a normal 12-year-old boy. He was noticing girls and he had looked through the pictures in his dad's porno magazines. Even though he didn't like Rhonda's smart mouth and her dominant personality, he did enjoy staring at her large chest and ass. Rhonda usually wore tight jeans and a sweater, both of which helped to accentuate her round hourglass figure.
"Well, try to have fun tonight," said Jon's dad as they walked out the door. "Be nice to Rhonda."
Jon's mom added, "Rhonda, we'll be back around midnight. Feel free to have some food. Jon is supposed to be in bed by ten."
"I'll take care of everything. Have fun! See you around midnight!" Rhonda stood in the doorway and waved as Jon's parents pulled out of the driveway and down the street. Then she closed the door and turned around to face a pouting Jon who was sprawled across the living room couch.
"OK, sport. You're twelve now, right? I thought so. You're old enough that I don't need to constantly be on you, so just try to behave and everything will be cool, OK?"
Jon was surprised. Rhonda wasn't going to nag and harass him all night? Cool! Without saying a word, he jumped off the couch and went to the kitchen to get a snack.
Rhonda smiled and went downstairs to the playroom. She settled into the big, soft, threadbare couch in front of the big-screen TV and pulled one of her schoolbooks out of her backpack.
Jon went to his room and read comics while he nibbled some popcorn. He read all of his new comics and some of his older ones. The house was nearly silent for a full hour while Rhonda and Jon read on different floors. Finally, Jon grew restless and went to see what Rhonda was doing. He didn't realize it, but he liked verbally sparring with Rhonda and trying to get the best of her. In short, he liked the attention he got from the older girl. If she was going to leave him alone, then he would have to provoke her. Of course, he knew none of this consciously, but he went down into the den with a vague idea of trying to bug Rhonda.
"Whatcha reading?" he said as he thundered down the stairs.
"Gosh, you've been quiet for so long, and now here you are running down the stairs," Rhonda replied, smirking. She suspected that Jon enjoyed her attention, which was OK with her because she liked interacting with him.
"I was reading comics. What are you reading?"
"School books. Wanna see?"
Jon plopped down on the other side of the couch and Rhonda tossed her math book at him. He flipped through the pages of the advanced calculus text and then tossed it back at her head. She intercepted the heavy book before it reached its intended target, then sat upright, feigning indignace.
"Looks hard," he said before she could speak.
"Why'd you throw it at my head?" Rhonda could not stop herself from smiling a bit. She was supposed to be mad, but she could not suppress the anticipation of a mock conflict with Jon.
"Isn't that where math is supposed to go, to your head?" Jon was already raising his hands in self-defense as he spoke, but it was too late. Rhonda leaned over and gave him a sharp smack on his thigh.
"Oww, God!" Jon cried, smiling. "Child abuse! Child abuse!" He reached over and pinched Rhonda's thigh in return.
"I'll show you child abuse," Rhonda said, crawling over and grabbing Jon's arms.
They wrestled like they always did with the same outcome - Rhonda won. She ended up perched on top of Jon's narrow frame, her muscular legs pinning his spindly ones, her hands gripping Jon's forearms, and her face inches above Jon's. Her heavy breasts were pressed lightly against Jon's chest. Neither would have admitted it, but this was the part of wrestling that both enjoyed the most.
"Ow! Get off me!" Jon sneered, trying to writhe out from under Rhonda.
"Never! Apologize first!"
"I apologize!"
"Now say, 'Rhonda is superior to me.'"
"No!"
Rhonda squeezed his arms tighter.
"Ahh! OW! Rhonda is superior to me! Rhonda is superior to me!"
"Now say, 'I admire Rhonda and she is always right.'"
"I admire Rhonda and she is always a stupid dork."
She squeezed his arms again and also grinded her knee into his thigh.
"Ow! Ow ow! Rhonda is a stupid dork!" Jon was laughing while he struggled.
More squeezing and grinding.
"You better say 'I admire Rhonda and she is always right,' or I will do my worst," Rhonda threatened.
"OK, OK! I admire Rhonda, and she is always right," Jon said. As soon as she released her grip, he added, "Except when she is wrong and a big idiot!"
Rhonda grabbed his arms again. "Now you've asked for it," she said. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his cheek, then blew out with great force, creating a loud and obnoxious sound close to Jon's ear. Rhonda intended for the noise to be the painful part, but when Jon cried "No! No kissing!" she decided to cover his face with slobbery kisses.
"I said no kissing!" Jon yelled, trying to hide his smile and still wiggling under Rhonda while she gave him several wet kisses all over his face. He gave up trying to wriggle out from her grasp and instead concentrated on bucking her off of him. He tried to bounce his hips up to throw Rhonda off, but she easily outweighed him. The deep pillows on the couch further thwarted his efforts to build momentum.
Rhonda started kissing Jon on the lips over and over. "Ahh! No, no, no! Gross!" Jon would yell and buck his hips to throw her off.
At this point, something strange happened. Rhonda felt a warmth course through her torso and realized that what they were doing was very sexual. She was kissing this boy on the lips while he basically thrust his groin against hers. She wondered if he had a boner.
Jon did, but he was too caught up in his game of denial to acknowledge his state of arousal. He continued his demands for her to quit kissing him and get off of him.
Rhonda was really starting to enjoy this, but it was also starting to make her feel weird. She leaned over and dragged her tongue across Jon's face one last time, from his chin to his eyebrows, then got up from the couch and folded her arms, laughing at him.
"Ha ha, I win!" Jon said, bouncing up and scampering halfway up the stairs. "You didn't make me say it!"
"Oh, but I will now!" Rhonda threatened, taking two steps towards him. That was enough to make Jon run the rest of the way upstairs and flee into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Rhonda shook her head and sat back down on the couch. What a kid. He was still acting like he was eight years old instead of twelve, too. She crossed her legs and tried to read her math book, but ended up staring at the ceiling while flexing her thigh muscles, enjoying the tense feeling between her legs.
Around 10 o'clock, Rhonda was still feeling a bit tense and weird, but she knew she had to go put Jon to bed. She went upstairs and into the living room, where Jon was watching TV.
"Did you decide to quit hiding in your room?" she asked, smiling and folding her arms as she leaned against the wall.
"I wasn't hiding," he shot back without looking at her.
"Well, it's bedtime," she said. "Turn off the TV and go to bed."
Jon ignored her, so she turned off the TV herself and stood in front of it. "Come on, Jon. Don't make me abuse you some more."
"I admire Rhonda and she is always a stupid dork," Jon shrieked as he jumped up and ran to his room. Rhonda pursued him and tackled him on top of his bed. She tickled his ribs, which were Jon's weak point. He could do nothing but laugh hysterically and, between gasps, beg her to stop.
Rhonda ignored his pleas for mercy and kept tickling. Jon tried to tickle her back. Rhonda wasn't very ticklish, but that didn't stop Jon's hands from roaming all over her body: from her ribs to her waist to the sides of her breasts to her hips and thighs. As she kept tickling, she thought that Jon wasn't trying to tickle her back any more but was just enjoying a cheap feel. Mentally, she shrugged. This was fun!
Finally, after about half an hour of tickle torture, she relented and stood back as Jon gasped and coughed.
"You're evil," he managed to say.
"Get ready for bed," she replied, still smiling.
Jon just looked at her. "What, are you going to watch me?"
"Uh, it never stopped you before. Get ready for bed."
"Get out of my room!" Jon yelled, suddenly uncomfortable with the situation. Rhonda stepped out of reach and leaned against his door.
"I have to make sure you get ready for bed, and that's what I'm going to do." The smile vanished from her face. "Now get undressed, and then go brush your teeth and get ready."
"You can't tell me what to do!" Jon bellowed, sitting up in bed.
Rhonda went and sat next to him. Jon's hands came up in a defensive position, but Rhonda just looked at him.
"Jon, seriously, you need to go to bed. Your mom and dad said ten o'clock, and it's ten-thirty now. If you're not asleep when they get home, I'll get in trouble."
"I don't care," Jon said, looking at the wall.
"Well, suit yourself," said Rhonda. "It's tickle time again."
Her fingers danced across his ribs, causing the boy to fall over in spasms of laughter. "Stop, stop, it's not fair!" he yelled. "Not fair!"
"You wouldn't listen, so this is perfectly fair," Rhonda replied calmly.
"I'm gonna tickle you!" Jon threatened. He grabbed her ribs right under her breasts and dug his fingers in, desperately looking for her tickle spot. But she didn't have one. In reply, she rolled him over and yanked his shorts down, exposing his ass, and slapped it once, hard.
"Oww!" Jon yelped. But he quit moving. "Don't spank me!"
"OK, OK, then get ready for bed already," Rhonda said, standing up.
Jon stood up too and quickly shucked off his shorts and T-shirt but pulling up his underwear. Rhonda could plainly see his erection, despite his attempts to hide it. He dashed to the bathroom and closed the door.
She stood outside and waited, listening to the running water. "Hurry up in there! It doesn't take that long to brush your teeth!"
But Jon wasn't brushing his teeth: he was masturbating. It took him about twenty minutes to reach an orgasm and then clean up the drops of watery fluid that his penis produced. Then he quickly brushed his teeth, barged out of the bathroom past a surprised Rhonda, and leapt into bed.
"OK. That wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Rhonda. She looked at her watch. It was nearly 11 pm. "It's almost 11. I hope you're happy."
"Rhonda is a stupid dork," Jon taunted from beneath his blankets.
"Shut up or I'll give you a good night kiss," she replied.
"Rhonda is a stupid dork," Jon repeated loudly, this time sticking his face out from the blankets.
Rhonda ran over to the bed and started tickling Jon again, causing him to explode with giggles. This time her hands were dancing over his bare skin. She enjoyed feeling his lean, muscular body while tickling him, but she quit after a few minutes and Jon calmed down. She sat on the edge of his bed for a few minutes, just rubbing his chest and stomach, then she leaned over and kissed him on the lips for a full four seconds.
"OK. Good night, Jon."
"Good night, Rhonda."
She went back downstairs to the den. She tried crossing her legs and squeezing them together again, but it wasn't enough, so she threw a blanket over her legs and opened her jeans. She slid her cool hand down to touch her hairy, hot box, and shivered as her fingers found her clit. She stroked, rubbed and pulled at herself, opening her legs wide and sucking in her stomach to allow her hand freer access. While her index and middle fingers played with her clit, her ring and pinkie fingers pushed at her sopping hole. She fantasized about playing with Jon's erection, even sucking it, a fantasy that had never occurred to her before.
Ten minutes before Jon's parents were supposed to be home, she came strongly, stifling her groans by biting her lip. She sucked her fingers clean as she always did after masturbating, then went to the bathroom to wipe herself clean and piss. As she flushed, she heard Jon's parents pull up in the driveway.
"How was he?" they asked.
"Good. Pretty good," Rhonda replied.

Jon's parents didn't go out too often, but when they did they usually called old Mrs. Woodward from next door (who Jon hated). If she wasn't home, they'd call Dave Burke, who was the 24-year-old youth minister at their church, not to mention a video game fan and martial arts enthusiast (and Jon's favorite babysitter). And if they couldn't get Dave, they'd call Rhonda, who was the daughter of one of Jon's mom's friends. Rhonda was a last resort because she was a minor, and Jon's mom hated to have her friend's daughter out so late on weekend evenings.
"Rhonda should be dating, not babysitting," Jon's mom said to her husband one night while they were getting ready to leave. Rhonda was on her way over to babysit Jon.
"Who'd have her?" muttered Jon's dad. He didn't think Rhonda was attractive.
Not long after Jon's 13th birthday, Jon's parents called on Rhonda again. She agreed to watch Jon for most of Saturday while Jon's parents attended a seminar and party in another state.
Jon was glad to see Rhonda and was actually cordial to her while his parents were still home. Once they left, he announced that he was going out and put on his jacket.
"When will you be back?" Rhonda asked. She hadn't even had a chance to take off her own jacket.
Jon shrugged. "Around dinnertime. Are we having pizza? I heard them give you money."
"Yeah, sure. Or I can go get some Chinese, or whatever you want."
"OK. See you around seven." He went out back, grabbed his bike and was gone.
Rhonda watched TV and tried to study, but was too bored. She dug into her backpack and pulled out another book that she had been saving for when she had some privacy: Nancy Friday's My Secret Garden. She retreated to Jon's parents' bedroom, locked the door, and took off her pants, leaving her sweater and underwear on. Then she crawled under the covers and got comfortable. Opening her legs and the book, she started touching herself and reading the exciting book, turning the pages deftly with one hand.
Time passed quickly for Rhonda. She brought herself quickly to a short, strong orgasm, then enjoyed a few more leisurely, drawn-out orgasms. She completely lost track of time, drifting along in a sensual haze. She had taken off all of her clothes at one point so that she could stroke and caress herself in addition to masturbating.
When the back door slammed and Jon called her name, Rhonda snapped to attention. She was on the verge of another orgasm, but that died quickly as she panicked. She threw her sweater and pants on, stuffed her bra, panties and socks into her backpack along with My Secret Garden, and went out to meet Jon in the kitchen.
"We going to order pizza?" Jon asked. He was a sight: sweaty, shirtless, standing by the sink drinking a glass of water. The scent of boy sweat filled the kitchen.
"I was going to order it as soon as you got back. Why are you riding your bike around with no shirt on?"
Jon shrugged. "You get hot riding around all day."
"Well, put some clothes on."
"OK."
Rhonda called the pizza place while she watched Jon drink another glass of water. He was actually pretty cute. Look at those stomach muscles! And his pants are riding pretty low on his hips. Wow.
Noticing Jon's waist reminded Rhonda that she was wearing no underwear. She made a mental note to put her underwear back on at the first opportunity.
"When's it gonna get here?" Jon asked as soon as she hung up the phone.
"They said about 45 minutes."
"Great. Call me when it's here." Jon went to his room and closed the door.
Rhonda went down to the den to watch TV. She told herself again to put her underwear back on, but decided that she'd try to achieve orgasm again before getting herself properly dressed. She got under the blanket and sank into the soft old couch, shoving her hand into her pants and playing with herself until another gentle, hot wave washed over her body. She closed her eyes and tensed her body as the wave passed through her, then relaxed, pulling her hand out of her pants and sucking her fingers clean.
Rhonda lay there in a light daze, eyes half shut, not paying attention to whatever was on TV. Her pleasant postorgasmic reverie was broken by Jon yelling downstairs: "Aren't you gonna answer the door?"
She stood up, tossed the blanket aside and ran upstairs. After paying the pizza guy, she took the large double pepperoni pizza into the kitchen. Jon followed.
"What were you doing down there?"
"I fell asleep. Sorry I didn't hear the door."
"Well, I would have got it, but I didn't have any money."
"Sorry. You wanna eat downstairs with me?"
"Sure."
They took plates and drinks downstairs and watched TV while they ate. After flipping through quite a bit of bad sitcoms and lame dramas while they finished their meal, they gave up and watched MTV until they were done.
They sat back watching videos for a while until Rhonda muted the sound and said, "So, what do you want to do?"
Jon shrugged. "I dunno."
"Want to give me a back rub?" It came out of her mouth before she realized what she had said, and as soon as she said it, a sinking feeling seized her stomach and she blushed. She knew where it came from, too: she had read a hot fantasy in My Secret Garden about the wonderful things that back massages lead to.
"You give me one first." Jon said, finishing off his drink, not looking at her.
"OK. Lay down on the floor."
"Why can't I lay on the couch?"
"It's better when you're on a firm surface."
"OK."
Jon stripped off his shirt without being asked and laid on the floor. Rhonda straddled his hips and went to work on his taut muscles. Jon responded with loud moans and exclamations of encouragement: "Yeah. Right there. Ouch! Ow. No, that's a good 'ow.' More there. Now up to the shoulder. Yeah. Perfect."
After fifteen minutes of vigorous massage, Rhonda's hands got tired, so she just stroked and gently rubbed Jon's back instead. This still tired her hands and arms, so she finally laid face down on Jon's back and sighed. Both of them were strongly conscious of Rhonda's large breasts pressing into Jon's back.
Jon's body was tingling. He was more relaxed than he had been in a long time. That massage had really done the trick, and the stroking and caressing afterwards had turned him on quite a bit. So when Rhonda laid down next to him, and he climbed on top of her to massage her back, he was quite conscious of his erection pressing against Rhonda's ass.
At first he rubbed on top of her sweater, but Rhonda said, "Oh come on, Jon, I can't feel it through my sweater. Rub my back underneath."
He obeyed, sliding his hands up under the heavy fabric. He was surprised to find that she was wearing nothing underneath - his erection throbbed all the harder as his hands ran across that broad, bare back.
"Here, this might help," Rhonda said, lifting herself up and pulling her sweater up to her shoulders. When she laid back down, her breasts flattened out under her and were plainly visible at her sides.
Jon shook as he kept rubbing and massaging her back. He absolutely could not take his eyes off of those magnificent large breasts pressed out underneath him. Unconsciously, he started rubbing his erection against her ass.
Even though Jon wasn't aware of his hip movement, Rhonda was. She closed her eyes and relaxed completely, savoring the feeling of this young boy's strong hands on her back, his hips rhythmically pushing against her ample ass, his knees squeezing against her thighs. She knew he could see her breasts and it amplified her feelings.
"Mmm, that feels great, Jon," she purred. "Up a little bit. Up more. Right under my shoulders. That's it."
Jon obliged her, pressing his fingertips and knuckles into her back, trying to work the knots out of her muscles.
Feeling a bit mischievous, Rhonda instructed Jon to rub her shoulders, then the backs of her arms. At this point his hands were only a few inches from her bulging breasts.
"OK, now a little more forward. More. More. No, where my armpit is. The muscle in front. Yeah, right there."
Jon was rubbing the side of her pectoral muscle at the point where her arm met her shoulder, which meant that most of his hand was stroking along the length of her breast on each side. She clenched her buttocks and crossed her thighs, squeezing herself in an attempt to further stimulate her body.
It was a tense, electric, beautiful moment, but it didn't last long. When Jon noticed that she was flexing her buttocks and thighs, he also noticed that he was thrusting against her, and he became tremendously embarrassed. Certain that she had felt his boner pushing against her ass, he stood up and shook his hands around.
"My hands are tired. I gotta quit."
"Oh come on, just a little more," Rhonda asked, looking up at Jon.
"No, my hands are too tired."
"Oh, all right." Rhonda uncrossed her legs, raised herself up a bit and pulled her sweater down. Once she was decent, she sat upright and unmuted the TV. She was more than a little frustrated, and now she couldn't wait for Jon to go upstairs so she could bring herself to orgasm again.
Jon looked at the TV, but kept throwing furtive glances at Rhonda. She was sitting with her arms crossed underneath her breasts, which made them look even bigger. Her curly red hair was drooping down, framing her round face beautifully. She was visibly pouting.
Rhonda felt his glances and stared at him until he mumbled something about going to his room and went upstairs. Then she got back up on the couch, threw the blanket over herself, shoved both hands down her pants and frantically fingerfucked herself while masturbating. She felt better after two orgasms but didn't stop until she had given herself four and was completely exhausted. She fell asleep there on the couch, one hand still in her pants, the other draped across her chest and face.
Jon came back downstairs after a while and sat next to Rhonda on the couch. He could not see that her hand was in her pants at first, but when he adjusted the blanket so that it covered him too, he noticed. So Rhonda had been doing the same thing he did after their massage session.
He decided not to wake her up and watched TV quietly until 11:45 pm, when he slipped upstairs and into bed. Rhonda didn't wake up until she heard the front door slam around 12:30 in the morning when Jon's parents came home. She yanked her hand out of her pants and sat upright, rubbing her eyes, checking around her to make sure that there was nothing incriminating laying around. She put on her shoes and socks and drove herself home after collecting her babysitting fee.

Jon's parents went out a few weeks later and again called Rhonda as a last resort. Jon wasn't home when she arrived, so she sat on the couch in the living room and studied while waiting for him to arrive. This time she was wearing a loose, long-sleeved T-shirt with sweat pants along with her laciest bra and flimsiest pair of panties.
Jon finally bounded into the house around 8 pm. He was again shirtless and sweaty, but this time he was wearing very short cut-off jeans. He said hello to Rhonda as he passed through to get water in the kitchen.
Rhonda stood up and followed him. "Biking again?"
"Yep." He drank a whole glass of water, then refilled it.
"What do you wanna do tonight?"
"I dunno. Need another massage?" He smiled when he said it, but also blushed and looked away.
"Sure, we could do that."
"OK."
Jon finished his water and turned to her. "Do my legs this time, they need it more than my back."
"OK. You want to lay down here, or downstairs?"
"Let's go downstairs."
"OK."
They went downstairs. Jon kicked off his sneakers, laid face down on the floor and put his head in his hands. "Do my calves, they're really screaming."
"OK."
Rhonda knelt behind Jon and started vigorously kneading his calves. Jon gave her direction and encouragement, and she watched his thighs twitch and his toes curl when she hit a good spot.
"Man, that's great," Jon sighed. "Here, do my thighs now." He turned over and opened his legs so she could get between them. He threw one arm over his face, covering his eyes.
Rhonda moved up a bit and started rubbing his thighs, squeezing the muscles and digging her thumbs into the joints. Jon moaned with gratitude, but Rhonda was hardly paying attention. Her attention was focused on the modest but pleasing view of Jon's testicles and penis beneath the edge of his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear, probably on purpose. He's probably been planning for this like I have, she thought, holding her breath as she rubbed higher and higher on Jon's thighs. Her thumbs were brushing against the edge of his shorts when she decided to take a little risk.
She poked a finger up into his scrotum and Jon jumped and yelled "What are you doing!?"
"Forget your underwear?" she teased, sitting upright and taking her hands away from his legs.
"It's more comfortable that way," he said. Then a smile spread across his face. "You forgot your underwear last time you were here, remember?"
Rhonda was a bit surprised by his open acknowledgment of the previous situation, but she decided to go him one better. Lifting up her shirt and exposing her lacy, nearly transparent bra, she said, "See, I didn't forget this time."
Jon gawked, but caught himself and nodded as she dropped her shirt back down. "I can see that. Do you want me to go put some underwear on?"
Rhonda shot back, "No, do you want to take your pants off?"
"Only if you take your clothes off." There was a wicked gleam in Jon's eye. Gotcha! he was thinking.
Rhonda knew he had called her bluff. "No, I don't think so," she said. "I think you've seen enough already."
"Whatever," Jon said. He stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna jump in the shower. What's for dinner?"
"A bit late for dinner, isn't it?"
"I haven't eaten yet."
"Well, your parents didn't leave me any money, so you're on your own."
"Whatever," Jon said again, heading upstairs.
Rhonda sat on the ancient, deep couch and smiled to herself. That was some heavy-duty flirting she was doing with this 13-year-old boy, she thought. And her 18th birthday was only a few months away. Shameful but delightful.
She shut her eyes and recreated the situation in her mind. She thought she was going to get him by asking him to take his pants off, but he had gotten her right back with the same request. What would she have done if he had gotten naked? Rhonda had no idea. She did have a brainstorm about how to get the last laugh, though.
Rhonda crept upstairs and down the hall. The bathroom door was unlocked. She opened it slowly and quietly, listening to the sound of the shower and Jon's faint humming. She slipped inside and flushed the toilet, then waited.
Seconds later, Jon screamed, then leapt out of the shower. Rhonda couldn't help but laugh at the sight: drenched from head to toe, his hair matted in his eyes, his limp penis shrunken from the sudden blast of cold water caused by the flushing toilet.
"Oh, you are so dead. So dead!" Jon yelled, reaching in to turn off the water.
"Oh yeah, what are you gonna - Aaaahhh!!!!" Rhonda shrieked as the very wet Jon gave her a big bear hug. Even though he was completely naked, the hug wasn't sexually arousing at all, just shocking and freezing cold. She managed to wrestle him away from her and fled from the bathroom. Once again, Jon had the last laugh.
Or did he? Rhonda realized that she would have to dry her clothes now since her sweat pants and shirt were soaking wet and clinging to her ample curves. She went down to the den and into the basement, took off her outer clothing and tossed them in the dryer. Then she laid on the old couch in the den, pulled the blanket up to her chin, turned on the TV and waited for Jon to come downstairs to check on her.
He came downstairs in his robe with a towel around his neck and sat down next to her.
"Whatcha watching?" he said, looking at the TV and not at her.
"I dunno, just flipping channels. Thanks for getting my clothes all wet, by the way."
"They are not all wet," Jon said, glaring at her and smirking.
"What do you think is in the dryer?"
Jon grabbed the remote and hit the mute button, then listened. The sound of the dryer came through the basement door. With a sudden movement, he yanked the blanket off of the couch and exposed Rhonda's body, clad only in her sexiest underwear.
Instead of shrieking or grabbing for the blanket, Rhonda put her arms behind her head and smiled at Jon. "See? I told you they were in the dryer."
Jon stared at her for a few seconds, taking in the sight: her large, pale, freckled breasts, barely restrained by the lacy bra ... her soft belly curving down into tiny white panties which clung tightly to her rounded pubis ... tiny red hairs poking out of the edge of her panties ... her pale, muscular thighs leading to smooth hard calves and sweet feet. Like many redheads, Rhonda had a pale body which was sprinkled with freckles.
Jon blinked, then recovered with a taunt: "Well, ha ha ha. Too bad for you." He turned the sound back on the TV, but kept looking at her body.
"Do you like my underwear?" she said.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Then let me see yours." Quickly, she sat up and grabbed the edges of his robe, intended to expose his body. Instead of fighting, Jon sat back and put his arms behind his head in a reflection of her own earlier nonchalance. She looked at him, smiled, and opened his robe.
He was completely naked underneath. His cock was visibly twitching and growing. Rhonda stared at it, feeling a warm flow of lubricating liquid rush into her cunt.
This was it - the moment of truth. How was she going to react? Rhonda had a quick vision of herself sucking Jon's cock, then another vision of herself on top of him, straddling him, fucking him. The visions were so intense, so beautiful, so close to being real - she scared herself. Throwing the edges of his robe closed, she sat back and laughed.
"Now we're even," she said, grabbing the blanket and covering herself.
"No we are not. I didn't see you naked." Jon tried to grab the blanket back.
"And you never will, ha ha ha," Rhonda taunted him, keeping a very firm grip.
They struggled over the blanket for a while. The tug-of-war threatened to break out into wrestling a few times but the spark didn't ignite, and finally Jon gave up and just sat there watching TV with Rhonda. Soon, the dryer buzzed, and she stood up and went into the basement, feeling Jon's eyes on her ass the whole way. When she returned, she was completely dressed again and Jon had gone upstairs. She didn't see him again that night, and after she had collected her fee and gone home, she masturbated to orgasm twice, imagining what might have happened if she had just been a little braver.

After that, Rhonda was never called to babysit Jon again. It wasn't because of anything that had happened between them; it was just that Jon had made a convincing argument to his parents that he was now too old for a babysitter. She did still see him occasionally at events both of their parents attended. Once she even ran into him at the mall while he was with a bunch of his buddies, including a few girls, and she left that encounter with feelings of jealousy.
Near the end of summer that year, after Rhonda turned eighteen, Jon's parents had a big party and invited dozens of guests, including Rhonda and her parents. It was pretty much a party for adults, the kind where the men sat on the porch and drank and the women stayed in the living room and drank, so Rhonda and Jon ended up hanging around downstairs in the den, watching TV.
Both had been required by their parents to dress in semi-nice clothes. Jon was wearing slacks, loafers and a polo shirt; Rhonda was wearing a form-fitting cotton dress and heels. Despite their appearance, they were both slouched on the couch watching a movie. Jon was at one end with his feet on the floor and Rhonda was sprawled across the other end with her feet in Jon's lap. At one point, Jon took off her shoes and tried to tickle her feet.
"I told you I'm not ticklish," she said. "But you can rub them if you want. That would be great."
Jon obliged, giving each foot a very careful, tender massage. Rhonda thought it was heavenly and told Jon that he was doing a wonderful job.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"Sooo goooood," she moaned in parody of sexual ecstacy, which made them both chuckle.
A few minutes later, they heard the door to the den open. "Anyone down there?" Jon's dad's voice boomed. Jon was silent, figuring that his dad would ask him to clean up or go to bed or something. Rhonda didn't say anything either. After pausing for a few seconds, Jon's dad turned off the den light, and Rhonda and Jon ended up sitting in the darkness with the only illumination coming from the flickering TV.
"My turn to lay in your lap," Jon said suddenly. 
Rhonda sat up with her back against the arm of the couch and opened her legs. "Here, lay down here," she said, patting the couch between her knees. Jon scooted down and lay between her legs so that his head ended up pressed directly between her large breasts, which was exactly what both of them wanted. Jon rested his hands on her legs and she wrapped her arms around his torso.
They sat like that for a few minutes more, testing each other with this new step. Then Rhonda said, "If you want to rub my legs now, since you just rubbed my feet, that would be great."
Jon started squeezing and rubbing her thighs through the thin fabric of her dress, but Rhonda reached down and pulled at the hem of the dress. Jon raised himself up so that Rhonda could hike up her skirt almost to her waist, then he laid back down in exactly the same position he was in before. Now he could rub and caress her bare thighs and knees.
"That feels great," Rhonda said after a few minutes. She leaned over a bit and kissed the top of his head.
Jon was really enjoying himself. The soft pillows of her breasts felt amazing against the sides and back of his head. If he turned just a bit, he could see the outline of her erect nipple through her dress against the glow of the TV. He sighed and pushed his head back a bit, nestling in her bosom.
Rhonda pulled the bottom of Jon's shirt out of his pants so she could put her hands on his flat, hard belly. She stroked and rubbed the warm skin, feeling his ribs and bellybutton under her fingertips. She even dared to allow a few fingers to run just beneath his waistline. The electric feeling of sexual tension was worth it. She desperately wanted to reach all the way down into his pants and feel his hard thing - and make no mistake, it was plainly hard, visibly so - but some unknown fear stopped her. What if she was misinterpreting everything? What if he wasn't attracted to her? What if he thought she was fat? What if he told all of his buddies about what they did? Her fingers stayed on his belly and did not swoop below the waistline again.
They laid there like that in front of the TV for nearly an hour - Jon's head pressed against her chest, his hands rubbing her smooth, thick thighs, her hands stroking his belly and ribs. Then the den light clicked on suddenly and they scrambled to look presentable exactly like a teenage couple caught making out on their first date - Jon leapt up to tuck in his shirt and Rhonda threw her dress back down to her ankles and put on her high heels. Rhonda's mom called her name, Rhonda responded, and suddenly it was time to go.
"See you later," Rhonda said, walking past Jon.
"Yeah, see you," Jon replied, watching her walk up the stairs.
That night, each of them masturbated while fantasizing about the other one - imagining that their encounter that night had gone just a little further - Jon reaching back into Rhonda's crotch, nuzzling and nipping openly at her tits, with Rhonda shoving her hands down onto his hard dick, playing with him, both of them coming to orgasm.
Both of them slept very soundly with images of the other floating in their heads.

Rhonda went to college that fall. The next summer when she returned, she was 19. She had lost a little weight and tamed her wild, curly red hair, but had retained her curvaceous figure. She had been pursued by a few guys at school, but strangely they had no appeal for her, even though she was still a virgin and had never had a date. In fact, they somewhat intimidated her. However, every night she would curl up in her dorm room with one of her erotic books - Nancy Friday or Anne Rampling - and work herself into a minor frenzy, then turn out the light and masturbate herself to sleep. Her masturbatory visions nearly always included Jon and her brief vision of his young nude body. The day after her last final, Rhonda relaxed in bed for most of the morning hours, masturbating and cumming again and again, all over the idea of Jon, Jon, Jon. She made a pact with herself - if she was presented with an opportunity like she had last summer, she would take advantage of it and not chicken out.
Jon, for his part, had grown to nearly his full height and had filled out in his shoulders. He had joined the basketball team at school and went BMX racing with his friends on the weekends. As a healthy young 14-year-old, he masturbated daily, sometimes twice daily, and his fantasies, fueled by stolen copies of Playboy and Penthouse, were filled with images of Rhonda. His mind kept returning to the moment when he had yanked the blanket from her and seen her nearly-nude body ... and to the moment when she had opened his robe and seen his cock. He longed to flirt with her again, and maybe, just maybe, go a little farther.

One summer weekend, Jon's mom went to visit Rhonda's mom and brought Jon along. Both Jon and Rhonda were stunned at the changes each had undergone in the past twelve months.
"Man, you look hot!" Jon stammered in front of Rhonda and both of their moms. Everybody laughed and Jon blushed bright red. The two adults went off to gossip and drink, leaving a pleased Rhonda and embarrassed Jon to talk.
"I gotta go to my friend's house and pick up my bathing suit," Rhonda said, "but I'll be back in a while. You can hang out in my room if you want." She showed him to her small bedroom upstairs and then left.
Jon had never been in her bedroom before. It was cramped but neat, with stacks of records and videotapes surrounding the TV/stereo setup. Jon went through her records but couldn't find anything he wanted to hear, so he went through her videotapes.
He was amazed to find a clearly labeled porno video in the stack. He put it in her VCR and watched it with the sound off for a few minutes, then locked the door to her bedroom and took off his pants so he could beat his meat in private. He turned the sound up a little bit so he could hear the moans of the actors and actresses, laid back on Rhonda's soft quilted bedspread, and really started to stroke his cock.
He heard Rhonda slam the front door and he jumped off the bed and turned off the VCR. He stood there, still naked from the waist down, listening at the door. Rhonda was saying something to her mom about sunbathing in the backyard. Then Jon's mom said something about how nice she looked in her swimsuit. Jon heard a sliding glass door open, then close. He crossed Rhonda's room and peered out the back window - there was Rhonda, lying on a deck chair in the backyard wearing only sunglasses and her two-piece bathing suit.
She looked spectacular. Her full, heavy breasts were flattened against her broad chest, making them seem even wider than they were. The fabric clung tightly to each curve of her bosom, pushing the soft globes together to create a deep cleavage. Rhonda had lost some weight in her first year of college, defying the "freshman fifteen" that girls are supposed to gain during that time, so her formerly round, soft belly was now smoother and flatter. Jon figured that he would never see her in a two-piece, but now that she was a bit thinner, she was really hot. His cock popped back up to full erection and he stroked it slowly while he continued to check out Rhonda's body.
Her bottom piece was fairly modest, though it was tight enough to clearly outline her pubic area. He couldn't see any pubic hair around the edges of the suit, but that might be because he was up on the second floor. God, she was hot. Jon turned the porno movie back on and continued to beat off, fantasizing that Rhonda would do to him what they porno actresses were doing.
On the screen, a guy was getting his dick sucked by a large-chested woman with short blond hair. She was a very enthusiastic cocksucker, sucking with gusto on the man's oversized member. She was fiddling with his nuts and stroking his thighs while she sucked.
Jon felt his orgasm building and thought that it would be just like Rhonda to barge in right while he was cumming. Then he remembered that he had locked her door, so there was no chance of that.
Just as he relaxed and prepared for his orgasm, the door opened and in walked Rhonda in her two-piece. She closed the door behind her before realizing that Jon was in her room.
"What are you doing here?" Rhonda asked before realizing that Jon was in her bed half-naked with a boner. "Oh my god!" she shrieked, her hands flying up to her mouth. She spun around and stared at the porn video on her TV, then looked back at Jon and his hands wrapped around his beautiful dick.
Jon jumped up and grabbed his pants. "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" he yelled.
As he fumbled with his pants leg, he felt Rhonda's hand reach out and seize his hot hardness. Jon looked up just in time for Rhonda to lean over and kiss him, really kiss him, tongues and everything.
They fell back on the bed, embracing, Rhonda's hand still grasping his erection.
The older, larger girl felt transported by this moment. Her entire body was on fire as she hugged Jon fiercely, stroking his burning hot shaft and tasting the sweetness inside his lips. Jon, too, was completely bowled over by the intensity of this long-awaited intimacy. His hips were bucking rapidly in response to her soft grip on his cock.
Suddenly, Rhonda sat up and just stared at Jon for a minute without letting go of his cock. Jon stared back, then suddenly became fearful that it was all about to end. "What?" he said. "What?"
"Nothing," Rhonda replied, breaking out in a huge smile. She let go of his cock long enough to reach behind her with both hands and undo the clasp of her bathing suit top. When she brought her hands forward, her top came off and her beautiful breasts were released.
Jon could do nothing but stare at the twin spheres hanging before him. Rhonda's nipples were large, pale pink, and surrounded by even paler aureolae. There was a light scattering of freckles across the tops of her breasts.
"Jon," Rhonda said. He looked up, away from her breasts, into her eyes.
She smiled, then leaned over and took his penis into her mouth.
Jon gasped loudly, seizing Rhonda's hair with his hands. His whole body tensed up and nearly rose off of the bed. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched tight, as he was overwhelmed by the delicious sensations emanating from his genitals.
Rhonda shut her eyes too as she sucked her first cock. She had seen it done so many times in her porno videos and read so many vivid descriptions of the sex act that she thought she knew how to do it: up and down, no teeth, plenty of suction and swirling the tongue, and stroke the shaft with the hand. She also knew from her books that young boys tended not to last long ... and that they could usually cum again within minutes.
Jon raised his head and peered down at Rhonda. He could see her heavy breasts hanging down while she gave him his first blowjob. He stretched a bit with his arms and was able to cup both breasts in his hands. The nipples were hard and rough against his palms. He rubbed them and squeezed Rhonda's breasts lightly. This was too much ... he looked back up at the TV and saw that the male actor was cumming all over the actress's tits and face. This sight was enough to push him over the edge, and he felt the slow heat building in his nuts.
"Gonna cum, Rhonda," he whispered. Rhonda squeaked with anticipation, sucking with increased enthusiasm. Her anticipation of his ejaculation was incredibly sexy, Jon thought - and then he started cumming.
Rhonda inhaled sharply as each glob of cum spurted into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, noting the rather bland taste of Jon's sperm. Jon was almost hiccuping as he finished his orgasm - his breathing was coming in ragged gasps, and his body was jerking involuntarily with aftershocks of pure pleasure.
Rhonda took her mouth off of the softening rod and licked up the sperm as it oozed out. Finally, there seemed to be no more, and she crawled up to kiss Jon, who passionately returned the kiss.
"Why did you do that?" Jon was able to say at last.
Rhonda propped herself up on her elbow and stared at him. Finally, she said, "I've always wanted to."
"Oh."
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah. I mean, yes, a lot."
Rhonda reached down and played with Jon's now-limp cock. "You want to do it again?"
"When? Now?"
"If you can."
"I don't know."
"Want to fuck me?"
Jon stared at her. "Really?"
In reply, Rhonda reached down and untied the bottom half of her bathing suit, then peeled it off. Now she was fully naked.
Jon stared at her crotch. She only had a tiny strip of pubic hair left - the rest of her pussy was shaved clean. She looked just like the women in his porno mags. He felt his cock stirring in response.
"Take off your shirt," she breathed, "then get on top of me."
She laid on her back and the now fully-naked Jon climbed in between her legs. She reached down and held his penis: it was nearly ready.
"Fuck me, Jon," she breathed, shuddering, closing her eyes. A warm wetness rushed through her cunt in anticipation of this moment, the fulfillment of her most beloved fantasy.
Jon struggled with the initial penetration, but after Rhonda guided it in he had no problem. He buried his tool in her hot, gooey, smooth box then collapsed with pleasure on top of her. His face was buried in her breasts.
"Feels so good," he said.
"Fuck me, Jon. Fuck me," Rhonda whispered again, her eyes still closed. She was so happy that she could have cried.
Jon's hips starting thrusting, churning his cock within her. They both moaned loudly with pleasure, then, realizing that both of their mothers were still downstairs, they clamped their mouths shut and giggled. Jon licked playfully at her breast and continued his thrusting.
"You have to pull out before you finish," Rhonda reminded him. "OK?"
"OK," Jon panted, his pace increasing.
Rhonda was hoping that Jon would last longer now that he had cum once, but to no avail: suddenly the boy pulled out and sat upright, frantically jerking at his glistening cock, gasping that he was about to shoot. Rhonda sat up and tried to take his cock in her mouth, but before she got there he started cumming. Just like in the video, his sperm splattered across her freckled cheeks, her pale neck and her large, pendulous breasts. She giggled as he finished, then stood up from the bed and grabbed a towel to wipe herself off.
She sat back down next to Jon and kissed him deeply. They lay intertwined for several minutes.
"We really should get dressed," said Rhonda. "Your mom might call you."
"Yeah."
Neither one moved.
"You feel so good next to me like this," Jon whispered.
"So do you, Jon."
A long pause.
"Rhonda, will we do this again?"
Rhonda sighed. "When we can, Jon. It was probably a bad idea for us to do this now because we could have been caught. But don't worry, this was too wonderful for it not to happen again."
Jon hugged her tightly.
"Now get dressed, come on! Before your mom comes up here looking for you."
"No, I like it here ..." Jon started suckling her breast like a baby. Rhonda smiled and clasped his head to her bosom, enjoying the sensation.
One of Jon's hands crept down her torso and stroked her swollen labia. She smiled again, hissing through her teeth with pleasure, and opened her legs so that he could finger her if he wanted. She felt his cock growing against her thigh.
>From downstairs came a voice: "Jon? Honey? I'm ready to go!"
"Oh shit!" Rhonda and Jon both exclaimed at once. Jon was dressed in nothing flat. Rhonda was able to put on her bikini bottoms but had difficulty with the top. Jon tied it for her, then groped at her breasts and kissed her deeply. They smiled, sharing a moment of utmost understanding, and then Jon opened her door and fled.
Rhonda sat back on the bed. She realized that the porn video was still playing silently on her TV, so she clicked it off and crawled under her covers. That was fucking great, she thought to herself, but now it's time for me to cum.
Her fingers slid under the fabric of her bikini bottoms as she started to pleasure herself ...

Over the course of the summer, Rhonda and Jon saw each other almost every day. Whenever one of their houses was empty, they would fuck and suck as much as they could before a parent returned. On days when neither house was safe, they would have sex in Rhonda's car, or drive out to the woods and fuck on a blanket.
Rhonda taught Jon to eat her pussy and soon their favorite activity became the 69. Not long after that, she bought a new book of erotica that featured a number of stories about anal stimulation, and they started to include that in their games. In fact, Rhonda discovered that she preferred anal and oral sex to regular intercourse because then she did not have to worry about Jon getting her pregnant. By the end of the summer, their most frequent habits went something like this: first she would suck Jon's cock, then he would fuck her ass. After he came, he would go down on her until she had at least two orgasms.
As the summer drew to a close, Rhonda and Jon concocted a plan. Five days before Rhonda was due to go back to college, she told her mom that she would be spending the night at her friend Nicole's house, and Jon told his mom he would be sleeping over at Ray's house. Nicole and Ray happened to live on the same street, and Nicole and her family weren't going to be home all day Saturday morning.
Neither of them could sleep Friday night, so excited were they about their Saturday morning rendezvous. Rhonda followed Nicole around as soon as they both woke up, helping Nicole get dressed and generally rushing her and her family out the door. As soon as their car left the driveway, Rhonda called Ray's house and told Jon to hurry over.
Jon was at the back door in three minutes. They didn't even speak - they just embraced and kissed, then went to Nicole's room where they both undressed. Rhonda leaned over Nicole's bed and Jon slowly inserted his cock into her rectum, then gently fucked her ass while he stroked her back and buttocks. Rhonda grunted and groaned, enjoying this deep and slow penetration, and bit the blankets when Jon finally ejaculated into her warm bowels. When he pulled out, she surprised him by turning around and sucking his soiled penis clean until it was fully erect once again. Then she spread herself on the bed and held her labia open so Jon could suck her clit, which he did gladly, like a pro. After her fourth orgasm she was begging him to stop and keep going at the same time, giggling and gasping with the desperate passion. A blind rush of energy overcame her after every climax, followed by a dramatic drop where she could do nothing but lay there and whimper while Jon stimulated her yet again. Finally, after a sixth (almost painful) orgasm, she sat up and moved his head away from her crotch. Jon's face glistened with her juices and she laughed.
"I love to eat your pussy," he said, smiling.
"I can't take it any more. My fucking clit hurts! Come here and let me hold you."
They laid together in bed, the slim, hard body of Jon pressed tightly against the round, soft body of Rhonda.
They were in love.

Rhonda bid farewell to Jon five days later, trying to keep her emotions under control. Jon merely waved as she drove away, also struggling to restrain his feelings. Little did either of them know that the next year would wrench them apart.

They could not call each other because it would seem a bit suspicious to their parents, or so they believed, so they wrote each other letters. At first the letters were weekly, but as the semester wore on, Rhonda's letters trickled to a halt. Jon wrote three letters that received no reply, then decided to wait until Christmas vacation, when she would be back in town.
When he finally saw Rhonda, it was by accident. They were both at the grocery store - Rhonda by herself and Jon with his mother. Jon's mom made the usual social comments and then pushed the cart away, leaving Jon and Rhonda to stand silently in the aisle.
"Why aren't you answering my letters?" Jon asked quietly, staring at her.
Rhonda didn't look at him. "I'm dating someone else, Jon," she said. "I wanted to tell you in person. I'm sorry."
Jon stood there, shocked. He felt the color drain from his face and the life from his soul. His first love, this beautiful older woman, had betrayed him. His heart broke right there in the grocery store. He walked off without saying anything else, unseeing and unhearing. It seemed like hours later when his mom finally found him sitting on a bench near the store's entrance: "Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you! Are you OK?"
Jon nodded mutely.
But he wasn't OK. This rejection had deeply hurt him, and it took him nearly a year to recover. That next summer he saw nothing of Rhonda and he pretended not to care, though he would have given anything to have spent just one more hour in her arms making love.

Time heals all wounds, and so it was with Jon. A year and a half after Rhonda stopped seeing him, Jon started dating girls at his high school. He was a freshman, and given a bit of confidence by his sexual escapades with Rhonda, he was able to please all of his girlfriends and acquire a reputation as a ladies' man in high school. By the time he finished his freshman year, he was completely over Rhonda. He didn't even flinch when he heard that she was engaged to be married.

At the wedding, Jon hugged Rhonda and congratulated her. He shook the hand of the groom, a tall, serious guy named David. He smiled when they said "I do," and he stared at Rhonda's cute 15-year-old cousin who was acting as bridesmaid. He was definitely over Rhonda. Or so he thought.

During Jon's senior summer, when he was 18, Rhonda called him up one Friday night.
"Hey Jon. Are you doing anything tonight?"
"Nope. My big night is Saturday night."
"Want to babysit?"
Rhonda had given birth to a baby girl named Laurie about eight months after her wedding. Laurie was now two years old and quite a handful. Jon had seen Rhonda, David and Laurie together at a few get-togethers before.
"Sure. But you know, the rates have gone up since you used to babysit me."
They both laughed, but there was an uncomfortable silence as they briefly remembered their shared past.
"Well, we'll give you ten dollars to watch her all night. David and I are going out."
"OK. When do you want me to come over?"
"In about an hour."
Jon had no problems with Laurie. He developed a rapport with her quickly and was able to have her in bed by eight o'clock, long before Rhonda and David were due back. Jon decided to look through their video collection to see if Rhonda was still into porn.
They had a VCR and TV in their bedroom, so Jon figured that's where they kept their stash. He went through the drawers and soon hit the jackpot: the bottom drawer of David's dresser was filled with porno tapes, glossy magazines and ... what was this? A personal photo album of Polaroids. Most of them showed Rhonda in some kind of softcore pose, but quite a few of the photos were explicit XXX stuff: Rhonda sucking David's dick, Rhonda getting fucked, Rhonda masturbating with a vibrator.
Jon sat on the bed and jacked off while he looked through the photos, and when he was ready to cum, he opened up one of Rhonda's drawers and shot his wad across her panties and bras. Then he put the photos away and went into the living room to watch TV and chuckle to himself.

Jon ended up babysitting for Laurie a lot. He noticed that Rhonda and David would come home looking like they had just had an argument, and a couple of times they barged in the front door still arguing. After that, Jon wasn't asked to babysit too much any more.

On a Saturday afternoon a few weeks before he was supposed to start attending the local state college, Jon got a call.
"Jon? It's Rhonda. Are you busy? Can you come over?"
"What's up?"
"Nothing, uh ... Jon, I just needed to talk to you. Is that OK? Laurie's here, but David's not."
"What a surprise. OK, I'll come over."
When he arrived, Rhonda greeted him at the door. She had obviously been crying and she had obviously gained some weight, but to Jon she still had that soft beauty that he had always been attracted to.
"David and I just had a huge fight ... he threatened to leave me." The tears started flowing again and Jon hugged her. They went inside and sat on the couch in the living room. Laurie played quietly on the floor.
Rhonda explained that David had gotten worse over time. He drank a lot and was always out with his friends. They never seemed to see eye to eye on certain issues any more, and then there was something else.
"He thinks I'm a pervert, Jon. He's disgusted by me ..." This revelation provoked a fresh round of tears.
"Why does he think that?"
"It's not fair ... he likes porno but he thinks I'm sick because I like it more than he does ... he thinks I'm a dyke because I have a vibrator ... oh God dammit!" Rhonda broke down completely, weeping.
All Jon could do was hug her and rub her back until she recovered enough to keep talking.
"We haven't had sex in over a year, Jon," she managed to stutter, wiping her eyes and sniffling.
"I'm sorry, Rhonda," Jon said. "Why did you marry him?"
Despite her tears, Rhonda managed to smile. "I don't know, why does anybody marry anybody? I thought I was in love and so did he ... and Laurie, oh God, Laurie ..." More crying.
Jon leaned over and kissed the side of Rhonda's neck, then hugged her tightly. Both of them felt a warm rush of emotion at the kiss - the tide of memories released was almost overwhelming. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Their hands squeezed and rubbed and stroked as the hug was prolonged over many minutes.
"Mommy, I want to play outside," Laurie piped up.
Rhonda broke the embrace and without looking at Jon, stood up and took her daughter's hand. They went through the back door into the yard. Jon followed.
Laurie ran over to the sandbox and started to play with abandon. Rhonda and Jon sat on opposite sides of the picnic table. Rhonda fiddled with her hair and stared at the surface of the table.
"I love you, Rhonda," Jon said suddenly. He was as surprised by the words as Rhonda was.
She stared at him in shock for a moment, then her eyes and mouth started twitching again and the tears began to silently streak down her cheeks. "Jon, we were so good together," she whispered.
"It's too late for that."
"I know, but ... I just wish I had waited for you. If I had written you back and stayed away from David ..."
Jon felt a little bit of long-delayed satisfaction. "I always missed you," he lied, hoping to wring some kind of an apology out of her.
He didn't have to wait long. "I'm so sorry about that, Jon. I - I love you too. I wish I had stayed in touch. I'm so sorry."
"It's OK," Jon said, feeling magnanimous and vindicated.
Rhonda reached across and seized Jon's hands. She said nothing - she just stared into his eyes.
Jon held her gaze for a while, then looked down. "Rhonda ..." he whispered.
They sat there for a long time, holding each other's hands, whispering to each other, rekindling an old flame.
Their reverie was interrupted by Laurie again. "Mommy, come see what I made!"
Rhonda smiled, leaned across quickly and kissed Jon on the lips, then stood up and followed Laurie over to the sandbox. Jon heard Laurie say, "Why did you kiss Jon, Mommy?" but he didn't hear the answer.
A few minutes later, Rhonda, holding Laurie's hand, walked back to Jon. "Laurie needs a bath. I'm taking her inside."
Jon followed Rhonda and Laurie inside and upstairs to the big tub. He watched with some interest as Rhonda undressed her daughter and ran her bath. Jon felt his loins stir as he stared at the young, naked Laurie. That hairless cleft ... my God, thought Jon.
Rhonda plopped Laurie into the bathtub and handed her a washcloth. "Wash up, honey," she said, then turned to Jon and smiled. "Want to take a bath?"
Jon smiled back. "No, not right now."
"Your loss!"
"Hey, look at that ... like mother, like daughter."
Rhonda looked at her daughter. Laurie was tickling her little genitals with her fingers and rocking back and forth in the tub. Rhonda laughed, reached over and tousled her daughter's hair.
"Do you let her look at your porno?" Jon teased.
"No! Absolutely not, don't be stupid," Rhonda replied.
"Well, I'm going to go look at it. Be right back!"
"No! No! Jon, wait!" Rhonda jumped up and followed him as he ran back to her bedroom.
Jon just stood inside the bedroom, laughing as she ran in behind him. "I wasn't going to look through your porno," he said.
Rhonda smiled wickedly. "Why not? Want to see it?"
Jon shrugged. "Sure."
She pulled the drawer open and tossed a bunch of stuff onto her bed, including her vibrator. "See that? All that makes me a wicked, evil pervert," she said.
Jon noted that the photo album was missing, but he said nothing. He picked up the vibrator and waved it around dramatically. "Use this much?"
"Whenever David's gone."
"Hm, well, he's gone now, so ..." Jon teased, poking the vibrator at Rhonda.
"Good point," Rhonda said, assuming a matter-of-fact tone. She unbuttoned her jeans, shoved them down to her ankles along with her panties, and then spread herself on the bed.
Jon stared at her cleanly shaved pussy as she started to finger it. "Well, hand me the vibrator," she said.
He obeyed. "You shaved the rest of your hair off," he stuttered.
"Like it?"
"Yeah ... of course."
Rhonda activated the vibrator and rubbed it across her clit. She closed her eyes and her body shook. She stroked the wand across her labia a few times, then opened her eyes.
"Want to fuck?"
Jon said nothing, but opened his fly to reveal a huge erection. "Let's do it the last way we did it," he whispered.
Rhonda stood up next to Jon and kissed him deeply, then leaned over the bed and stuck her beautiful ass out at Jon. He got behind her and pressed his cock against her rectum, then eased the head in. Rhonda hissed and gasped with pleasure as he continued to ease his shaft into her hot hole, then relaxed herself as he pushed himself in to the hilt.
"That feels SO fucking GOOD!" Rhonda shouted. "Do you realize how long it's been?"
Jon said, "Way too long," then started to fuck her ass.
Their loud moaning attracted Laurie, who toddled into the bedroom soaking wet and completely naked.
"Mommy, I'm ready to dry off," Laurie announced, staring at the couple.
"Oh ... unhh ... go get the towel honey ..." said Rhonda through clenched teeth. "Go on, go get it."
Jon grunted as he felt himself approach the peak of his pleasure. "Does Laurie always watch?" he said between gasps.
"No," Rhonda sighed
Laurie came back in clutching a towel and climbed up on the bed. Rhonda hugged her nude little daughter and kissed her cheek just as Jon, sent over the edge by the sight of half-nude mother and fully nude daughter embracing, started to cum inside Rhonda's ass.
With each hot spurt, Rhonda kissed Laurie's cheeks, and as Jon finished cumming, she kissed her daughter fully on the lips and squeezed her tightly. Little Laurie seemed a bit surprised by the attention but pleased.
Rhonda sprawled on the bed, wrapping a towel around her daughter and cooing softly, while Jon searched for a towel to wash his cock. When he came back, Rhonda was rubbing Laurie's legs and stomach, and as he watched Rhonda ran her index finger over Laurie's tiny, hairless labia. Laurie giggled and squirmed.
"Like I said, like mother like daughter," Jon said, laying down on the bed. "So, when's David getting back?"
"I don't know," said Rhonda, suddenly sounding very weary. She lowered her voice and whispered in Jon's ear, "Never, I hope." Then she sat back and said aloud, "You better get going."
As Jon dressed, Rhonda spoke to Laurie. "Now Laurie, Mommy and Jon have a secret. What you saw was a secret, OK? You can't tell anybody. Not Daddy, not a teacher, not Gramma, not anybody. OK? You can't even tell them that you have a secret. OK?"
Laurie nodded.
"Anything that happens with you and me and Jon is our secret, OK?"
"OK, Mommy."
"If you tell then people will come and take you away from Mommy. Is that what you want?"
"You're scaring her," Jon murmured.
Laurie's eyes were wide. "No, Mommy, don't go away!"
"OK, then you won't tell your secret?"
"No!"
"And you won't tell anybody that you have a secret?"
"No! No, no, no!"
"Good girl." Rhonda kissed Laurie again and so did Jon. 
"Well, I got to get going ... call me, OK?" Jon asked Rhonda.
"Yeah. We will, don't worry," Rhonda said, smiling. She was still half-naked and she had resumed the gentle tickling of her daughter's genitals.
Jon felt his cock surge at the sight, but decided to leave. "You two better get dressed soon," he said before he left.

Jon didn't hear from Rhonda again until he had been in school for a couple of weeks. She called him up one morning and asked him if he wanted to go on a drive - "like we used to," she giggled. Jon immediately agreed and decided to make things a little easier for them.
When Rhonda pulled up in the driveway, Jon was wearing only jeans, sandals and a T-shirt - no socks, no underwear, nothing else. He got in the car and started to kiss her, but she said "Not here" and drove away. On the highway Jon opened his pants and she caressed his erection while she drove.
She turned down a dirt road and drove for a few bumpy miles before turning again into a small, gravel-covered area. They got out and Jon followed Rhonda to a bed of leaves nearby, just beyond the tree line. They quickly undressed and held each other, kissing passionately; then they reclined in the leafy bed and made love. 
Afterwards, Rhonda stroked the length of Jon's body while gazing into his eyes.
"I think I'm going to divorce David," she said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm worried about how it will affect Laurie."
Jon smiled. "I'd marry you if I thought our families wouldn't kill us."
"I don't think Laurie would understand either," replied Rhonda, laughing.
Jon shrugged a bit. "Well ... when you file the papers, we'll celebrate."
Rhonda leaned over and kissed him deeply.

It was close to Thanksgiving and Jon had been fantasizing about Rhonda for weeks. He decided that he had to go see her, David or no David, and so he parked his car down the block from her house one Saturday morning.
Around 11 am, David's car pulled out of the garage with David inside. Jon watched him leave, then he got out of his car and walked up the street to Rhonda's house.
Laurie answered the doorbell in her nightgown. "Hi Jon. Mommy's in her room."
"Thanks, Laurie."
When Laurie and Jon went in her room, Rhonda was masturbating under the covers. Her bare shoulders were framed by her long red hair as she tossed her head from side to side. There was a muted buzzing sound: the vibrator. Laurie announced Jon's presence and Rhonda flinched, then struggled to shut off the vibrator.
"Jon! David just left! He won't be back until Sunday! I was just about to call you."
In reply, Jon asked Laurie to leave the room, then he closed the door and took off his clothes. His penis was already standing firmly at attention, and the instant he crawled under the covers, Rhonda seized it with her hands and began to stroke it.
"I was outside, watching your house, hoping David would leave," Jon whispered, kissing his lover's face.
"He's gone ... went hunting with his buddies ... won't be back until Sunday," Rhonda whispered back between frantic kisses.
"Mommy, can I come in?" Laurie called from outside the door. "I know about the secret! I haven't told anyone!"
"Yes, come in Laurie!" Rhonda called, smiling wickedly to Jon. "Jon, I taught her something. Let me show you."
Rhonda kicked off the covers, revealing her magnificent nude body next to Jon's own chiseled form. "Come up here, Laurie," Rhonda said, patting the bed next to her. "I want you to massage Mommy like I showed you, OK?"
Laurie climbed up and seized the vibrator. Jon watched with awe as Laurie carefully turned the vibrator onto its lowest setting and stroked it against her mother's fat clit.
"My God, Rhonda!"
"Oh ... I know ... it's so wonderful, though ... while she does that, I can do this ..." Rhonda cupped her breasts and pushed them up to her face so she could lick her own nipples.
Overcome with lust, Jon raised himself up next to Rhonda. "Here's something else you can do," he breathed, pushing his head of his hard cock against her lips. She cooed and opened wide, allowing Jon to ease his tool into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, back and forth, swirling her tongue around the familiar, warm shaft, while Jon moaned and stroked her face and hair.
Laurie watched her mom suck Jon's cock. She was so fascinated by the sight that she lost her rhythm with the vibrator, and soon Rhonda noticed. "Keep stroking, Laurie honey ... rub it around down there, like I showed you ... that's right."
Jon noticed the girl's distraction and pulled his cock out of Rhonda's mouth. He scooted down on the bed until he was next to Laurie. "Try it, honey," he whispered.
Without losing her rhythm, little Laurie leaned over and managed to take the head of Jon's cock into her mouth. It was all she could fit, and she sucked on it as if it was a popsicle.
"Oh God, that's sexy," Rhonda groaned. "I'm gonna fucking cum!"
"Did I do it right, Mommy?" Laurie asked, taking her mouth away from Jon's penis.
But Rhonda couldn't answer. Her body was jerking and heaving as she silently ascended to orgasm. Laurie wasn't perturbed by her mother's condition, having seen her cum many times. For his part, Jon was furiously masturbating, waiting for Rhonda to finish cumming so he could fuck her.
He couldn't hold back, though, and started to cum right as Rhonda was finishing her orgasm. His first spurt shot across the bed and landed on the pillow next to Rhonda's head; after that, he tried to control his aim, drenching Rhonda's hairless cunt with spurt after spurt of semen. Laurie's hand, still holding a vibrator at her mother's clit, was also covered with Jon's cream. The girl raised her wet hand to her mouth and gave it a little lick with her tiny pink tongue; finding that she liked the taste, she slurped the rest of the mess off of her hand.
"Clean it off my pussy, honey," Rhonda managed to gasp as she was winding down.
Laurie obediently leaned over and licked Jon's cum off of Rhonda's swollen cunt. This drove Rhonda to further heights, and she was barely able to control her spasms of multiple orgasm as her daughter rolled her small tongue around her mother's clit and labia.
Jon just stared at the spectacle as it played itself out, then went to embrace Rhonda and kiss her passionately. Rhonda returned his passion with equal fervor.
"Tell me why this happened," Jon whispered.
Rhonda brought Laurie into their embrace and smiled, then explained that after their previous tryst, during which Laurie had watched them fuck, Rhonda had taken to giving the girl a number of lessons about sex and her body, including more than a few sessions of mutual masturbation.
"We also had a few 69s," Rhonda admitted, smiling and looking at her daughter. "Didn't we, honey?"
Laurie nodded. "I'm good at it!"
Jon reached down and squeezed his new erection. "I can't believe I'm hard again already," he said. "This is too fucking much."
"Stay where you are," Rhonda instructed. "I have an idea."
With Jon laying on his back, Rhonda squatted over his hard cock. She smeared her cunt juices across her asshole and eased a few fingers inside to prepare the way for Jon's dick. She pressed the crimson head against her pale pink flower, then slowly lowered herself, relaxing her rectal muscles, until Jon's penis was firmly planted in her bottom. Slowly, she leaned back until she was lying on top of Jon, still impaled upon his prick. She spread her legs wide and flexed her internal muscles a few times, causing Jon to groan.
"Laurie ... go ahead and lick Mommy some more. Watch Jon fuck Mommy, OK? See Jon's penis down there in Mommy's bottom? Feel it? Yes ... yes, that's it. Feel his sac. Is she feeling it?"
"God, yes," Jon gasped. He was hardly able to see what was happening because Rhonda's body was blocking his view, but he could certainly feel the cool, inquisitive fingers of Laurie on his scrotum.
"Now lick me, honey. Lick me while Jon fucks me there ... yes ... yeah! Put your fingers in me. Put the vibrator in me. Oh, turn it on first, Laurie. Yes. Yes. Ye-esss..."
Jon could feel the vibrator buried in Rhonda's pussy as he fucked her ass. The vibrations gave him extra sensations and the double penetration made Rhonda's ass that much tighter. He thought that he would last a while longer this time, but this extra stimulation promised to make his orgasm approach rapidly.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Rhonda cried out, bucking her hips. One hand was planted on the bed to keep her steady, the other was wrapped in her daughter's hair. "Laurie, that's so good! Yes! Yes!"
"Aw, God, I'm gonna fucking cum already!" Jon hissed between clenched teeth.
"Do it! Do it! Inside me! Yes!"
Jon did. He plunged deeply inside of Rhonda's rectum, burying himself in her bowels up to his balls, then felt the tremendous release of fluid as his scrotum unloaded. Spurt after spurt of hot semen washed across the narrow walls of Rhonda's rectal cavity and back down Jon's shaft to leak out of the rosy puckered hole, where a happy Laurie obediently licked them up.



EPILOGUE:

Rhonda divorced David and took Laurie to move in with her parents. As Jon got older, he began to see Rhonda more openly, until the gap between their ages wasn't so important any more. Finally, thirteen years after they first made love, Rhonda and Jon got married. Rhonda became pregnant with another child - a boy - soon after their wedding night, and both of them look forward happily to his birth.

THE END

There will be no sequels to this already far-too-long story.