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@(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
hoped for. If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).
Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, that is
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live. This
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. In other words: none of the
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath;
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after. Now, if you
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting
your time browsing through a.s.s. ? I doubt you're going to find much new
among the contributions. But on the other hand, if you're still searching for
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere
else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other
as such. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely
coincidental. And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other
entertainment. As always e-mail your comments to the usual.
*** PROLOGUE ***
I'm sure we all, regardless of our circumstances, had some great times
while we were growing up. These are the times that you'll always remember as
you travel farther and farther from your roots and make your own life in this
world. We can't always be happy with our present circumstances but can always
look back at the good times we had as children. This is just one of the great
times I wish I had enjoyed back when I was growing up in the ol' neighborhood.
Hope you enjoy it !!
The Shower
A Backyard Adventure
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
The guy who lived down the block had a sister. We weren't the closest of
friends but occasionally I would hang out with this kid. He was a little
younger than I was, a grade behind me. I was in the eighth; he was still in
the seventh grade. His sister was a junior in high school. She wasn't too
bad looking. A little acne, but ok - you know what I mean. She had big tits,
but then everyone has big tits when you're thirteen except for thirteen year
old girls that is. Every once and a while I would spend the night at this
guy's place and we would screw around until all hours of the morning. He
lived in this real old house right down the block from me. It was a two story
house and he had this great little room upstairs, off by himself. We had
spent most of the night out on his roof; smoking cigarettes and sippin' brews
that his sister's boyfriend had given us.
We had both fallen asleep in wee hours of the morning in his room - he on
the floor and me on the bed. He must have woke first because I was alone in
the room when I awoke. His bedroom was located in the rear corner of the
second story, right next to the bathroom. I could hear the shower running in
the bathroom next door. The walls upstairs were real thin, with no insulation
at all. After all this was the beach and the temperatures never varied much
from Summer to Winter. I was imagining that his sister was using the shower,
that I had found a hole in the wall and was watching her. My dick was getting
hard just thinking about it. I rolled over toward the wall and spied a knot
in one of the wood panels that appeared to have a small nail stuck in it. I
pulled gently on the nail and the knot came out of the wood.
I moved my head down toward the hole in the wall and no shit - now I could
see in the bathroom. My friend must have rigged this so he could spy on his
sister when she was taking a shower. My cock was throbbing, the shower was
still running. The water noise ended in three different stages and now there
was silence in the bathroom. I heard the shower curtain being pulled aside
and there she was in all her naked glory. Her hair was wet, a sun bleached
brown and all curly. She reached for the towel that hung from the towel rack
and began to rub the hair on her head. I could see her breasts bouncing as
she dried her hair. They looked huge. Definitely bigger than a hand full and
topped with real big crinkly brown nipples. The more she dried her hair the
more her tits bounced around on her chest.
I moved my head away from the hole and checked to see if the door to my
friend's room was open. It was. I crept across the room, my cock tenting my
boxer shorts. I looked into the hall, found it empty and quietly closed the
door. Before reaching the bed I had my cock out through the fly in my shorts
and was stroking it. I slowly got down on the bed and place my eye at the
hole. She was across the bathroom now with one foot up on the toilet drying
her ass and legs. I got a tremendous shot of her hairy twat when she bent to
dry her foot and ankle. Dark brown hair grew abundantly between her legs. I
was really stroking my cock now, really pumping it. Her other leg was up on
the toilet and now I lost my view of her bush but got a great view of one of
her tits hanging and bouncing around as she dried this foot and ankle.
She disappeared for a while and I slowed down my stroking. Jesus, did I
have a hardon. Here she was again. She had a hair dryer in her hand and was
beginning to comb and dry her hair. She was still naked and now facing
directly towards the hole I was looking through. Big tits, nipples now
relaxed a bit and not as crinkly and hairy pussy; all available to my gaze.
I'm stroking like crazy. Oh !! Shit, I'm gona cum. Squirt, squirt, squirt.
It's all over the wall. I'm still cuming, still pumping my cock. She is
still drying her hair, unaware of her silent, cuming admirer.
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Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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