From cmndr@mailmasher.com.NOSPAM Thu Apr 03 18:53:28 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!news.alt.net!newspost1.alt.net!usenet From: cmndr@mailmasher.com.NOSPAM (Commander Jameson) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost: How I spent Summer vacation Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: Thu, 03 Apr 1997 23:53:28 GMT Organization: Reposting, Inc. Lines: 1155 Message-ID: <33443cf3.17800941@207.14.113.2> References: <Peter_Anderson-020497155920@mlib215-mac.csuchico.edu> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.0/32.390 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.incest Subject: How I spent Summer vacation I didn't write this story so please don't email me. How I spent Summer vacation This is a semi-true fantasy that features consentual sex amongst virgin teenagers. The names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent. Nothing unusual, but may be offensive to some. If you have a problem with the content of this story, don't read it. It's that simple. ------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 - The Beginning Life for me was pretty good as a teenager. I lived in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood that was just outside the city, where we knew all the neighbors and seldom locked our doors at night. Summertimes were spent mowing yards, working part time in the evenings in an ice cream parlor, playing baseball, riding my bicycle, and swimming in our backyard pool. My folks worked a lot to make the money to support our quality of life and I was often home alone all day long. I guess my folks figured I could take care of myself and the house without a baby-sitter once I got into high school. You could say that I was pretty mature for my age, though probably a little sheltered. My family was friendly with all the other families in our small, close-knit neighborhood, but we were especially friendly with our next-door-neighbors, the Kirby's, because they had a son and daughter my age. Actually, the daughter, Karen, was a year younger, but who's counting. Being close in age, and in classes together in school, we often did things together and were completely at ease just walking into each others' houses during the summer when our folks were off at work. More often than not, we'd spend a couple hours in the afternoons swimming and splashing around in our in-ground pool. The Kirby's didn't have a pool so it was just natural that we shared ours. It was big enough and had a small diving board and slide in the deep end and a good sized concrete deck with a privacy fence for good sunning and tanning. When the summer really started heating up, we'd sometimes spend all day, morning 'till night, in our swimming suits, only occasionally toweling off to come inside to eat and go to the bathroom, which was just inside the big glass patio door in the back of our house. Sometimes we'd have pool parties and invite some of the neighborhood over for a Sunday afternoon and evening. We'd have a barbecue and have sodas. Someone would always bring some beer and sometimes, the adults got loose and noisy; lots of story telling about work, politics - the usual. By the time Joe Kirby and I turned 16, we both were looking for gainful employment to make some money so we could afford to take out an occasional date to the local movie theater, or to a concert when we could get someone's older brother or sister to take us on a double date. This didn't happen too often because we didn't make a whole lot of money and, as one would imagine, not too many older brothers or sisters were too thrilled about 16 year old "tag-alongs". However, this particular summer, Joe ended up working 6 days a week for a local carpenter and I, as I said, did odd jobs and worked the ice cream parlor a few evenings a week. My social life was OK, but it could always have been better. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a social outcast or anything like that, but I wasn't the "class clown" or team captain type. I was a little quieter. I never really stuck out that much. I was pretty average. I had a good circle of friends, but my sense of humor sometimes wasn't understood by my peers. For whatever reason, I always seemed to get along better with people older than I was. Since Joe Kirby was off working all day now, I was hired by the Kirby's to mow their lawn for them. They had a big yard and it took me better than an hour to get it all done with the push mower I had. The Kirby's liked me to mow on Saturday's so that Mrs. Kirby could have me do whatever other yard work that needed doing as well. That was fine with me because it meant more time working for them and that meant more money. It also meant more contact with Mrs. Kirby, and I definitely looked forward to that. She was a looker. Even in her mid-thirties and after 2 children, she maintained a great figure and loved to get tanned in the Summer. As a consequence, she tried to spend a great deal of the weekends outside in as little clothing as possible to soak up as much sun as possible. Working with her was sometimes difficult because my young mind imagined all kinds of situations where I might get to see more of that fine body that always seemed so out of reach. I was always careful to wear loose-fitting shorts just in case I got a hard-on while I was mowing or something so it wouldn't show as much. I would have been tremendously embarrassed if she ever knew what I was thinking about her. Sometimes, Mrs. Kirby would come out and hang laundry after I mowed near their clothesline, but before I finished the backyard. She always wore the same outfit for doing laundry. I guess it was her hot, summertime, housework "outfit". It consisted of a bikini top under an old worn-out cut-off cotton T-shirt, and loose fitting short cut-off jeans. That was the stuff for fantasies. I had to be careful not to mow over the flower beds while my mind raced. This was the perfect outfit for Mrs. Kirby because she had wonderfully long muscular legs, a firm butt, and solid breasts. I'd say she was somewhere between a B- and a C-cup. I knew from some of our pool parties that she had nice nipples too, because the brisk night air sometimes made her shiver and her nipples would show through her bikini quite nicely. Whenever that happened, I'd always have to jump in the pool again so I could hide my growing hard-on. Like I said, life was pretty good for me as a teenager. One weekday afternoon, I was bored because I didn't have any work to do and I was looking forward to spending the remainder of the afternoon quietly sunning by the pool. So I set myself up with a nice cool glass of iced tea, grabbed my boom box, and headed out to the chaise lounge with my suntan oil. Within minutes, I was off in dreamland while I basked in the warm glow of the Sun and listened to some good music in the background. No sooner did I get deeply comfortable than I was abruptly startled by the sound of the gate opening from the side yard to the pool. I opened my eyes to see who was there, hoping to see some famous super model like Christy Brinkley, but was greeted by Karen Kirby and her friend Bobbi from the other side of town. They had never attracted my attention before and they said they just wanted to jump in the pool to cool off for a few minutes, so I just closed my eyes again and hurried back to dreamland where I was sure my 16 year old mind could conjure up some more fantastic situation again. In no time at all, I had forgotten all about the 15 year olds that were now playfully splashing around in the water. Some time later, I'm not sure how long, I awakened to the sounds of restrained giggling. The girls. What were they up to now? No good, I was sure, but I opened my eyes to see what the fuss was about, hoping to get back quickly to my dreaming. Well it turned out that they were looking at me! I quickly looked down and realized that I had a fairly obvious bulge in my trunks. I guess I had been working up a pretty good dream and got carried away with the girls there. Well, needless to say, I was embarrassed and immediately got up and jumped in the pool as was customary for me to try to hide a growing hard-on. Well, this only confirmed what the girls had been speculating about and they broke into full-fledged laughter. "What's so funny?", I asked. "It's your face.", Karen said. "You should have seen your face. You're so cute when you're embarrassed. I've never seen a guy with that kind of a bulge in his shorts before. What were you thinking about?" "Nothing", I lied, "I was just relaxing. You don't have to make such a big deal about it." At this point Bobbi spoke up. "We weren't going to say anything at all, but the way you jumped up and hopped into the water, was just too funny. So what WERE you thinking about?" "Nothing", I emphasized, "I told you, I was just relaxing. Can't we just forget about it and dive for marbles or something?" We always liked to dive for marbles to see who could collect the most in one dive. I kept 10 of my best marbles in a cup at the pool for this. They were some of the best "shooters" and "mashies" I had and they showed up nicely against the light-blue vinyl pool lining. Since Karen was already out of the pool, she got my cup and threw the marbles into the water -- scattering marbles all over the bottom of the pool. I went first and only retrieved 3 before I came up for air. Not a good dive. I guess I was still a little short of breath from my sudden awakening and immediate jump into the pool. Bobbi was next, and then Karen, and then me again. And so it went for about 15 minutes. I was getting my rhythm down and looking to collect all 10 marbles when I noticed that one was missing. "Who's still got one of my marbles?", I wanted know when I came up for air this time. Karen wasted no time with her reply (she was very quick witted). "Don't YOU have all your marbles?", she asked sarcastically. "No", I replied, missing the humor, "one of my shooters is missing. Are you sure you're not hanging on to it?" This time Bobbi got in on the act. "I don't HAVE any shooters, but you can search me, I've got nothing to hide." With that, she stood up and spun around. It was abundantly clear, that there was no room in her small bikini for any of my marbles, although I DID begin to notice that she had a few mounds of her own. I'd never noticed before, but she was really beginning to flesh out and that twirling motion had sent my mind quickly spinning. Not to be outdone, Karen stood up on the edge of the deck and innocently pressed her chest forward to stretch the fabric of her bikini top across her budding breasts so as to display the fact that she was hiding no small marble-sized objects there. Then she did the most incredible thing (up to that point in my life anyway) with her legs and butt. She was trying to show that nothing was in her bikini bottom either, but actually managed to get the crotch of her bikini to drop down away from her body for a brief moment. From the position below her in the water that I was in, I was treated to a quick view of her peachy fuzz. I knew what THAT was. THAT was a twat! And Karen had just inadvertently shown hers to me. Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. Immediately she jumped in the pool to try to hide her embarrassment, not unlike my own reaction just a short while before. Well, Bobbi and I just laughed. When she came up for air her face was beet red; I'm not sure if it was from lack of air, or just pure embarrassment, but she had one funny look on her face. At least she had found my marble though -- it had been in one of the corners of the deep end and she had seen in just before she jumped in so she pointed it out to me and I dove for it. When I came up again, Karen was getting out of the pool and Bobbi was drying off. They had had enough for the day and they were going to watch the late afternoon soaps on TV. I wasn't too disappointed about that because I was working up a major hard-on thinking about all that had just happened. First, I'm dreaming of some famous sex Goddess and I wake up to realize that I'm sporting a near full erection in front of two girls, then Bobbi displays her growing body to me, and then the topper, Karen's peachy slit, is bared right before my eyes, albeit for a brief moment. That didn't matter though because my mind could handle the rest. I was looking to get toweled off myself and head inside to masturbate while thinking about how I could get a longer and closer look at Karen's budding body. ------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 - The Next Step For the next couple days, whenever I was not thinking of something else, I was thinking about how I could get to see more of Karen. And maybe to touch her too. I was working on all sorts of scenarios. None of which was even close to happening. They usually involved her just coming upon me while I was lying down somewhere and simply lowering herself down in a squat onto my standing hard-on and beginning to fuck me. My fantasies don't fool around with much foreplay. Just get right to the dirty deed. Get right to the good part. No sense in worrying about her, afterall these were MY fantasies. As far as my brain was concerned, she was always ready for me. How strange because only a few days before, I had never even given her a second look. I was always more interested in the older girls and Mrs. Kirby. Never had I realized that right next door was a girl my own age who was very pretty herself and probably just as curious about me as I was about her. Well, needless to say, my fantasies were not in any danger of coming true. Still, I had to do something to try to further this event from a couple days before. Unfortunately for me, it was Saturday and the chances of being alone with Karen, even for a little while, were pretty remote. At least for couple more days anyhow. Being Saturday, it was time to mow the Kirby's yard and do whatever odd jobs Mrs. Kirby had for me today. Oddly, I didn't seem to notice her as much as I usually did because my mind was still in playback mode with that little incident at the pool a couple days earlier where I got a peak at her daughter's young slit. I finished the mowing in a bit of a haze and vaguely heard Mrs. Kirby ask me if I could give her a quick hand in the kitchen. Mr. Kirby was out golfing with my Dad and Mrs. Kirby was just back from the grocery store. When I walked into the kitchen of their house, she was finishing with the groceries as was just about to replace one of the bulbs in the ceiling fixture. She asked me to steady the ladder for her while she replaced the blown bulb. Still in a haze thinking about Karen, I casually walked over and held the step-ladder steady as she climbed up to the ceiling. She was wearing her usual Saturday attire; something I barely noticed as she went by my face. When she got the old bulb out, she spoke again. "Be a dear Tom, and take this bulb from me so I don't drop it accidentally." With that I looked up just as she brought one foot down one rung on the ladder. That's when I got the surprise of my life. She didn't wear any panties with her house cleaning "outfit"! With one foot on a lower rung of the ladder and those loose fitting cut-off shorts, nearly all of her crotch was exposed to me. Not only that, but as I looked up toward her eyes to avoid staring up her snatch, I couldn't help but look right up under her T-shirt as well. There I could see the full form of her tits encased in her halter top! What a view this was! The pussies of both mother and daughter had been exposed to my wild eyes in only a matter of a couple days and this view was still lingering! I reached up to take the old light bulb from her. As I did so, I felt my shorts shift a little bit with a new growth. My immediate desire was to be sure to conceal my erection and in my haste, I managed to forget all about the light bulb which promptly dropped from my hand and broke on the floor. What a downer. I quickly looked up again to apologize to Mrs. Kirby for being such a klutz, but couldn't help taking another lingering gander at her still bare crotch and firmly projecting tits. Unfortunately for Mrs. Kirby, her feet were bare and she was stuck on the ladder until I got the glass on the floor cleaned up. For the next 10 minutes or so, I alternately swept up glass and soaked in occasional visions of more of Mrs. Kirby than I ever thought I'd see. Sure I'd seen her in a bikini before and saw her nipples poking out, but this was a a sight to behold. There was her bare pussy only a foot or so away from my wandering eyes. It wasn't exactly what I had been expecting either. I had always thought of Mrs. Kirby as fairly blonde, but around the sides of her pussy were faint hints of darker hair; almost black. I couldn't see all of it, so I couldn't tell how much she had, but what I could see was definitely darker than the hair on her head. I don't know if Mrs. Kirby was aware of the show she had given me, because she didn't say anything to me and never seemed to worry about my presence beneath her like that. Before long though, it was all over as I had cleaned up the glass, she came down off the ladder and we went about the remainder of our chores. For the rest of the day, I couldn't even think straight. I worked that night at the ice cream counter and several times had to ask customers to repeat their orders because I just couldn't remember what they had asked for. Visions of pussy were dancing in my head and clouding my thinking. Soon enough it was Monday again, and again I found myself by myself at the pool getting some more sun in the afternoon. I was all oiled up and dreaming blissfully again when again I was awakened by the pool gate opening. Only this time it was Karen by herself who was stepping over for a dip. Well, you guessed it, I was sporting a "bulge" again and I quickly jumped into the pool. Karen didn't laugh as much this time. This time it was more of a smirk. I guess she wasn't as boisterous without her friend Bobbi there. "Why are you so jumpy?", she asked. "Well, the same reason you were last week. Why were YOU so jumpy?" "I've never been naked in front of a guy before", she stated, "and I wasn't expecting to be then." "You weren't naked in front of me THEN.", I countered. I was beginning to realize that I had quickly turned the tables on her and this might be the chance I had been looking for. "To be naked, you'd have to have taken off your bathing suit completely. You only let a little bit of it slip." "I was too naked.", she pouted. "Naked enough for me." "Was it all that bad?", I prodded. "Did you survive?" "I guess so. I guess it really didn't hurt anything. I guess I was just more surprised than anything else. I STILL don't know how that happened." I saw an opportunity to push the conversation further so I got a little bolder and suggested she could try it again and see if the same thing happened. I assured her that I would stay in the pool while she could stay on the deck. No one was home at either of our houses so there was no possibility that anyone would else would see. Besides, I assured her, she'd already been naked in front of me once according to her, this would be no different. I was hoping that it WOULD be different. I wanted to get her to take off the bikini completely before I was done. She slowly started to move her hips and legs in a gyrating motion to see if she could get the crotch of her bottoms to drop away again, but they seemed determined to stay tight against her young body as it moved around. After a few more revolutions, I suggested that perhaps she needed to be wet first. With that she jumped into the pool and quickly got back out to try again. By this time it appeared that she was just as into this little act as I was. Back to the gyrating she went, but still no bare pussy. Finally she got frustrated and grabbed the small patch of material away from her body and held it there for a few seconds, fully exposing her entire crotch for my viewing pleasure. "There", she exclaimed, "it just needs to be stretched first. Now I can try this again." She let go of the cloth and went back to gyrating. Sure enough, on the second revolution, the crotch of her bikini dropped away from her body and I was again ogling her bare peachy slit. By this time I was fully erect in my trunks and uncomfortably trying to adjust myself to a more convenient position. "I showed you mine, now you show me yours.", Karen demanded. "No way", I replied, "you weren't really naked. You still have all your bikini on. Why don't you just finish the job and take everything off. What difference could it make. You just showed me your, your, your ... self anyway. If you take your swim suit off, I'll take mine off and I'll get out of the water too." That seemed to take a while to sink in, but Karen slowly began to strip off her bikini and drop it on the deck next to her. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her. There she was. Really quite a picture. She had little rosy nipples on smallish tits that were surely just miniature versions of her mothers'. And the peach fuzz around her crotch was a little thicker and darker in front than right around the lips of her passion at the junction of her long teen legs. I was in heaven. Not one to welch on my word, I stepped out of the pool on the far side from her and quickly dropped my trunks down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Finally my boner was free and it immediately sprang up at attention to get it's own look at the object of it's immediate desire just across the pool and fully exposed. We both just kind of stood there and looked at each other for a few minutes before either of use spoke. "Does that hurt? It looks so big.", Karen commented as she gestured toward my raging prick. "No", I said, "in fact, it feels pretty good. Especially now that it's able to swing free like this. This breeze feels pretty good on it as a change from being all bunched up in my pants all the time. You look a little different without your suit on too. I can see your slit between your legs. How do you go to the bathroom?" I felt kind of dumb for asking the question because I knew girls didn't stand up when they peed, but I was looking for anything to get us to go inside and the only thing I could think of was the bathroom just inside the sliding glass doors. "I've actually got to go right now. Do you want to see for yourself?" Boy did I. We both walked uneasily into the house and to the bathroom where Karen took her seat on the toilet and spread her legs so I could see what would be happening. But nothing happened. "I feel like I have to go pee.", she said. "But seeing you has me feeling sexy too, and I can't pee. It feels pretty good like this. I'm getting wet down there like I do when Bobbi and I watch the soaps on TV. Seeing all those guys always makes my pussy run a little. But seeing your boner for real has me even more excited. Can I touch it?" I was more than willing to have my hard-on touched. I had wanted to do it myself, but was afraid to do so in front of Karen. So I stepped closer and offered my boner to her while keeping my eyes on the fuzzy pussy that was gaping open between her spread legs. Karen's timid touch was like magic and sent a shock through my entire body. My hard-on immediately twitched out of her hand and she jumped. "Oh.", she exclaimed. "Did I hurt you?" "No. It's just that the tip is very sensitive when I'm hard like this and your touch sent a wave a pleasure through me. Don't be afraid to take a firmer grip and feel it some more." Again she reached out and touched my prick, only this time she gripped it further down the shaft. With her other hand she cupped my balls and ran her fingers through the little bit of hair I was growing down there. Waves of excitement were coursing through my nerves. The pretty, naked girl was actually touching and rubbing me where no-one else but me ever had. It felt great and I didn't want her to stop. "Do you want to fee mine too?", Karen asked. "You bet. It's only fair." With that I stepped another step closer so I could bend over a little bit and reach down to her crotch that was still widely spread as she straddled the toilet bowl. Just as I had, she jumped a little at my first touch. But I was not deterred, I went on gingerly exploring her young pussy. It seemed pretty slick with juice, much like my cock did when I smeared my pre-cum over it when I masturbated. Karen explained to me, while I kept up my fingering, that her outer lips became puffy whenever she got excited and they automatically opened up some to expose her inner lips and clit. I didn't know what a clit was, but Karen pointed it out to me as I rubbed over it. She said that was the most pleasurable spot on her body and that when she rubbed it, she could make herself cum. This was always preceded by her pussy getting very wet though, just like it was now. "Are you going to cum now?", I asked in a surprised voice. "Not yet, but if you keep up with what you're doing I will. Holding your hard-on like this has me really excited. It probably wouldn't take long." That was all I needed to hear. I went back to my ministrations and exploration of her virgin twat and began alternately rubbing her little clitty and sliding my fingers to the entrance of her pussy, which I had found to be the source of these slippery fluids. This seemed to really make her feel good because she started to breathe more heavily and her nipples started stiffening all by themselves. "I thought you nipples only got stiff when you got cold. It's far from cold in here." "My nipples get hard when I play with myself too. I guess they get hard just thinking about sex." Karen explained how she would caress her boobs and lightly pinch her nipples when she masturbated, but she couldn't do that now because both of her hands were still busy feeling my hard-on. I obliged her veiled request and with my free hand, began to rub her left tit and nipple. As I did so, the nipple grew even harder in the palm of my hand. Her breathing was faster now and I could feel her clit getting bigger. I kept up my rubbing and plunging to the opening of her pussy with renewed vigor. By now, she had stopped moving on my prick, but I barely noticed because she was virtually dripping from her pussy. One more stroke of her pussy and she heaved into a wrenching orgasm. "Don't stop!", she screamed. Not completely sure of what was going on, I pulled my hands away for a moment. She immediately let go of my engorged member and started rubbing her own crotch in earnest as she literally bounced up and down over the toilet. Her face looked wonderful as she sucked in more air and grimaced with extreme pleasure. This lasted for a few more seconds and I began to realize what was going on. I had made her cum! And she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. "Are you alright?", I asked. "You startled me there for a second." "I'm fine.", she assured me. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had. I guess holding your boner in my hands and having you play with my clit was more exciting than doing it myself or with Bobbi." "With Bobbi?" I hadn't thought about that, but now the thought was very enticing indeed. I began to wonder about the possibilities of seeing BOTH of these girls naked at the same time. Bobbi, I had finally noticed, had more developed tits and perfectly shaped legs. She was a little taller too. "Yeah. Bobbi and I sometimes get pretty worked up watching some of the soaps on TV and we'll play with ourselves while we watch. One night when she slept over we even played with each other under the covers. But your boner is what really got me going. Can I play with it some more? Do you have orgasms like we do?" Boy, was SHE in for a treat. I stepped close again so she could easily reach my cock and explained to her that boys DO have orgasms, much like I had just witnessed with her, but that our come would shoot out the tip in white gobs of liquid. "Can I see?", she asked with a playful look in her eye. "Sure, I'll show you." I showed her how to rub my hard-on like I do when I masturbate. She was a quick learner and soon had me moaning myself. I stepped even closer and accidentally touched her face with my prick. The skin was soft and smooth against my cockhead. She thought it was funny and proceeded to kiss the tip of the head. She hadn't realized there was a drop of pre-cum just beginning to ooze out and she ended up with that on her lips in a long string back to my bobbing cock as she continued to rub it. Licking the slippery fluid off her lips, she voiced her pleasure with its flavor. "That tastes good.", she said. "Can you do that again?" "Why don't you just put the whole thing in your mouth and suck it out along with my cum. That feels so good I'm about to cum." Without wasting a stroke, she placed just the cockhead in her mouth and sucked and tongued the tip while she kept up the stroking with her hand. This felt better than anything I'd ever felt before and soon exploded with the most intense orgasm of my young sex life. The first spurt surprised her and she pulled her head back. The cum was dripping from her mouth and the rest splashed against her face and flowed down her neck and over her titties. I thought the torrent would never stop and finally stepped back to support myself against the vanity behind me. I felt momentarily exhausted. "Wow!", Karen finally said. "That was neat! All that cum came out of you. And it really tastes pretty good." She was licking her lips of the cum that was still there and rubbing the rest of it into her boobs and stiff nipples. Suddenly, we both started to feel a little nervous about what had just happened. I just stayed frozen against the vanity and Karen got up and left. I couldn't believe that this beautiful next-door neighbor of mine had just given me my first blow job and I had fingered her to cum as well. I was on Cloud Nine. I quickly got over my nervousness, cleaned up and went outside to get my swimming trunks. Karen was nowhere to be seen. Oh well, I thought, it was getting late in the afternoon and I had to work at the ice cream parlor that night. I'd better start getting ready, but all I could think about was the sight of my cum dripping out of Karen's lips and being rubbed into those wonderful little rosy nipples. ------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 - Afterwards The ice cream place where I worked was always busy in the Summertime. Especially at night. It was kept pretty cool indoors so it was a pretty good job. However, all I could think about was the event with Karen in our bathroom earlier in the day. I began noticing more stiff nipples on the girls that came in for ice cream. Since Karen had showed me, and I had felt, how stiff they get when they get excited, I could only think about sex whenever a pair of protruding nipples looked back at me from the other side of the counter. Truthfully it was probably just the cool air in the air-conditioned ice cream parlor, but I could always imagine otherwise. It promised to be an exciting night of nipple watching. A couple hours after dinner time, when it was the busiest, I saw the Kirby's come in. The whole family was there. I guessed from the way everyone was dressed that they had just gone out to dinner. Mrs. Kirby had on a light summer dress with a spaghetti strap top that showed off her tanned shoulders and chest well. Karen was wearing a nice mini-dress while Mr. Kirby and Joe both had on the standard T-shirt and jeans. Joe said 'hi' and I started asking him how his job was going. We hadn't seen too much of each other this summer. But as hard as I tried to pay attention to conversation, I couldn't help constantly looking over to Karen and Mrs. Kirby. Karen seemed a little more shy than usual and usually looked down when I looked her way, but Mrs. Kirby just smiled. I had all kinds of thoughts racing through me head. One second it was the sight of Mrs. Kirby's pantyless crotch that I had seen through the leg-hole of her shorts over the weekend, and the next it was seeing Karen's face contort so nicely as she came all over her hands in the bathroom earlier that day. And I could swear that while I got their order, Mrs. Kirby's, and Karen's nipples stood out more and more. What a sight. Lucky for me I was behind the counter and with an apron on because I was beginning to sport a tremendous woody! I couldn't wait for my break to come around so I could go to the back room and masturbate to relieve this tension that was building up again. Before they left, Mr. Kirby told me that he and Joe were going to take a long weekend and go fishing this coming weekend and wanted to know if I wanted to join them. "Oh darn,", Mrs. Kirby pouted, "I was hoping he could help me re-arrange the attic this weekend while you guys were gone. I won't be able to move some of that big stuff by myself." "Don't worry Mrs. Kirby", I said, "I've got to work both Friday and Monday nights so I won't be able to go for a long weekend. I'd be glad to help you right after I get done mowing your yard." This was too much to ask for! An entire weekend of opportunities to see if Mrs. Kirby regularly went without underwear. My boner seemed to get even bigger and my break couldn't get here soon enough! Finally the Kirby's left and I headed for the back room, leaving Nancy alone behind the counter for a few minutes. Nancy was a pretty nice looking girl, but I didn't know her too well because she had a boyfriend and went to a different school than the one I attended. We got along well though and I was at ease working with her. Since it was only the two of us and someone had to wait on the customers, there was no chance she could catch me with my hard-on out in the back room. Off I went to relieve the massive pressure that had built up while Mrs. Kirby and Karen had been here. It felt good to cum and now I had something new to think about -- working with Mrs. Kirby up in their attic for a few hours on Saturday afternoon. It was only Monday, and I had to wait all week. Lucky for me I had alot of work to do for the rest of the week and that might keep my mind occupied a little bit. On Wednesday evening I was again working with Nancy, but business was dead. We were getting one of those Summer storms and the pounding rain was keeping everybody at home for the time being. Nancy and I began to make small talk. She started talking about her boyfriend and asked if she could ask a couple of personal questions. "Sure. What can I help you with?" "Well, when my boyfriend and I have sex, he says that it feels better when I suck his cock with my mouth than with my pussy. Is that true? Does it feel better in someone's mouth than in a pussy where it belongs? I was shocked by the suddenness of such a question and for a moment I just gulped in disbelief. Finally, not wanting to look like the virgin that I was, I answered, "Sometimes. It depends on the girl and what she does." "Which do YOU like better?", Nancy quizzed. As if I knew! But having gotten this deep and sensing that I knew the answer she was looking for, I said "I like it in a pussy better." This seemed to satisfy her. Just then a customer came in and we had to stop the conversation right there. But that was all it had taken. I couldn't help wondering why Nancy was asking such a question of me. Was I supposed to interpret that as an invitation to push things further and ask her to demonstrate the differences for me? That way I could judge HER performance myself. Or was I just supposed to take it at face value. Either way, I was intrigued. Nancy was a fairly small girl and played sports. That much I knew. I didn't know much else though. For the remainder of the evening we managed short questions and answers here and there as the customers began pouring in after the rain stopped pouring down. "So you like it better in a pussy, huh", she'd say. "Why is that?" It would often be several minutes before I could answer and I'd be forced to say something equally provocative like, "because it's so warm and slick." That much I KNEW was true from my encounter with Karen a couple days before. Her pussy had been very warm and wet on my fingers and I could only imagine how it would feel against the head of my cock. On the other hand, she had put only a little bit of my cockhead in her mouth and briefly licked it. It had felt good, but the prospect of that wet pussy seemed better. "Maybe you should get a good blow job some time", Nancy stated another time. What could I say. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife by the end of the night and all I could think about was masturbating as soon as I could. There was no sense in trying to get together with Nancy. Her boyfriend always came by to pick her up after closing and there was a lot to do once we closed the doors for the night. While Nancy sat and counted the money in the register for the nightly deposit, I went to the back room to get more supplies for the front counter. Here's my chance I thought, I'll just work out my tensions right now while I've got the chance. In no time I had my raging hard-on in my hand and began pumping away, prepared to catch the cum in a paper-towel. My mind raced around with visions of putting my cock in Karen's pussy and into her mouth again. I envisioned Mrs. Kirby's beautiful slit and wondered what it would be like to feel that on my cock. Nancy's questions had gotten me worked up and I was meaning to work it out. I didn't hear the door open. "Oh, My!", were the first words I heard. Nancy had come back to see what I was up to because she had finished with the money and wondered if she could help with whatever I was doing. I suppose she couldn't have guessed just HOW she could help. "That's a mighty nice looking piece of manhood you have there, Tom", she said. "Do you mind if I do that for you?" Would I MIND? What kind of a silly question was that! Of course I didn't mind. Before I knew what was happening Nancy had my entire cock in her mouth and was bobbing up and down on it like a one of those dogs you put in the back window of your car. She had obviously done this before. She was a couple years older than I was and probably had done this with more than one boyfriend. Right now though, all I was thinking about was that wonderfully hot and wet sensation that was bobbing up and down on my woody. She was wonderful and in less than a minute she took me over the top for the most powerful orgasm of my life (I sensed a pattern beginning here in that with each new sexual experience, my orgasms got better and better -- how far could it go?!). To my amazement, she drank down every last drop and didn't allow even one drop to escape the confines of that hungry mouth. I couldn't believe it as she licked and sucked me dry and proceeded to completely clean my now softening cock. "Do I get to compare that with your pussy now?" I asked, new life springing into my cock once again as I remembered our running conversation of the night. "Oh, I don't think so. I'm a pretty small girl and that's a pretty big cock you have there. I don't think you'd ever get it in there." With that she turned and went back out front to finish the closing chores. I stood there stunned for a few moments as my pecker subsided once again and I was able to get it back into my pants and get started on my closing chores as well. It struck me then that I had just had the best sex of my young life and hadn't even seen the other person naked! In fact, the only part of me that was exposed had been my boner. Wow, what a concept! By the time I got back out front, Nancy was ready to go and was waiting for me. Her boyfriend was outside in his car waiting for her so there was no chance for a repeat performance that night. I told her that her boyfriend might have a point about her blow jobs being better. The one she had just delivered to me was mind boggling, but I still needed something to compare it with. She just smiled, winked, and said "we'll see" as we went out and locked the door behind us. I couldn't help wondering if she'd be thinking of me the rest of the night with her boyfriend. Afterall, she had my cum in her stomach and had said that I had a pretty big cock. I decided that she would be thinking of me and that made me smile. Like I said, life didn't suck for me as a teenager (but I had just found out that Nancy did). ------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4 - Growing up The rest of the week went pretty slow for me. I was pre-occupied with the events of the past week. Who could blame me? I was still a virgin, but things were looking up. First there's the innocent peep show at the pool with Karen and Bobbi, then the lingering peep show in Mrs. Kirby's kitchen. This was, of course, topped off with a little "you show me yours, I'll show you mine" exchange with Karen in the bathroom where I first touched a real pussy and a girl first touched my pecker. And then just a couple days ago, Nancy gets me going with the questions about sex and that marvelous blow job in the back room after closing! What a week! Now it was Saturday morning and that meant that later today I would be helping Mrs. Kirby in her attic. All I could think about was finding out if she still wasn't wearing any panties. I could only hope. I got an early start on the Kirby's mowing because it promised to be a hot and humid day. While I was working back and forth across the back yard, Mrs. Kirby came out to sit at the patio table and read her paper. My fantasies began in earnest now because, as expected, she wore her normal Saturday outfit. There were those long tanned legs that went all the way up and made an ass out of themselves under the loose-fitting cut-offs. The bare belly and the old, worn, cut-off T-shirt covering a halter top. She smiled at me as I looked her way again, then went back to reading the paper. Each time I passed in front of her I snuck a peek her way to see if she had uncrossed her legs yet. I was hoping to get a head start on the peep show. I could imagine looking over into the darker recesses of her nether regions with her legs slightly spread and seeing the promised land once again. Again, I was glad for the loose sweat shorts I was wearing that camouflaged my budding erection. Alas it was not to be, because when I had finished with the mowing, she still had not uncrossed those magnificent legs. After putting the mower away I walked back over to the patio where Mrs. Kirby was sitting. "Good morning, Mrs. Kirby", I said. "Good morning, Tom", she said, smiling. "Looks like it has all the makings of being a hot one today. What do you say we get started in the attic?" "Sounds good to me", I replied, really looking forward to 'getting started' on the 'makings of a hot one'. Did she realize where my mind was and how I was interpreting everything she said? We went inside and upstairs to the second floor. The door to the attic was inside the master bedroom and opened to another set of stairs leading up. The attic itself was unfinished, but, under the steep slope of the roof, was quite roomy. With a little work, this would make an excellent room, especially in the warm Spring and Fall. Right now though, it was pretty hot and the open windows didn't help a great deal. This was going to be almost as sweaty as working outside. There was a great deal of boxes and old furniture stored here. It was scattered throughout the attic in no particular organization. Mrs. Kirby informed me that she wanted to clean this space up so she could use the old furniture and turn this into a nice private sitting room where she could "get away from it all". Our task today was to rearrange all the stuff and scrub the floor before uncovering the sofa and lounger that was there, but covered with sheets. She needed me to occasionally help to move the big stuff so she could get to the entire floor. This was fine with me because it meant that I would get plenty of time to watch her work and maybe see that sexy crotch of hers again. Mrs. Kirby went back downstairs get a bucket water and Murphy's Oil Soap and a scrub brush to start the cleaning and I began moving things from one side of the attic to the other so as to clear some floor space for her to work. Within a couple moments she was back and I was already beginning to sweat again (even without a shirt on) from the work of moving the first few heavy boxes. Mrs. Kirby got down on her hands and knees and began scrubbing. As I was walking back and forth moving boxes, I was able to spend some "quality time" behind her and began to get glimpses of her crotch inside her shorts. As she scrubbed, she was rocking her whole body and this caused her shorts to begin riding up and reveal more of the lower part of her ass and tops of her legs. The material that ran between her legs was well worn and fairly thin. What a view, and my pecker began to swell in my shorts. She WAS wearing underwear today. She had on nice white panties that covered her pussy completely, but seemed to disappear quickly up the crack of her ass like some of those thong bikinis I'd seen some girls wear. This was going to be a good day. I just hoped I could keep my hard-on from being too obvious. I sat down to let Mrs. Kirby catch up with the space I had cleared. She was still facing away from me and I was getting a good eyeful of her smooth ass and barely covered pussy. I wondered it would feel the same as her daughter's. As I thought of Karen, my dick got even harder and shifted in my shorts because of my seated position. I was going to have to adjust myself before I stood up again so as not to look like a horny dog with an obvious lump in my pants. It had been embarrassing to me when Karen and Bobbi caught me with a hard-on and I didn't want to think of how I would feel if Mrs. Kirby saw it. I was worried that she might get mad and that would put an immediate end to any more peeping at her almost bare ass and pussy. Quickly, while she was looking the other way, I reached into my shorts and repositioned myself to a less obvious position. Thank God for these loose fitting shorts. This would have been impossible in jeans or my swim suit. We continued to work like this for about an hour. I would keep moving stuff to clear more floor space to clean and she just stayed on her hands and knees and kept scrubbing. I was being treated to the best show of my life. Her half shirt hung down and when she turned just right, I could see her encased tits underneath. She began sweating and her skin began to shine with the moisture and I could see wet spots on the bottom of the halter top she wore to support her nice breasts. I doubted she needed much support because she didn't have big tits, they were just the perfect size. I was in heaven and I could feel the pressure building again in my balls as I wanted badly to go somewhere private where I could masturbate and release the cum. As we worked, my mind raced with all kinds of pictures of Mrs. Kirby. I thought back to the other day when I had seen her bare pussy and imagined that sight again with her on all fours and rocking back and forth. I remembered Karen's small tits and rosy nipples and I imagined what her mother's tits might look like if I could see them now. I remembered Nancy's great blow job and how it might look for my cock to be in Mrs. Kirby's mouth with her bare body rocking away. Finally I couldn't stand it any more and excused myself to go to the bathroom. As soon as I got to the bathroom I released my boner and began pulling on it to bring it to it's full proportion. It felt great to have it released from the confines of my underwear. As I stroked away in bliss I wondered where Karen was today. Since it was Saturday and I hadn't seen her, I assumed she was probably over at Bobbi's house. I wondered if she and Bobbi were playing with each other today and if Karen would tell Bobbi what she and I had done the previous Monday. I imagined that it was Karen who was stroking my cock while I envisioned Mrs. Kirby's ass and panty covered crotch rocking away on the floor above me. It didn't take too long with this fantasizing to bring my balls to a boil and cum with great force into the sink where the clean up would be easy. Large streams of cum were shooting from my prick and it felt great to feel my entire crotch area pulsing with pleasure as it rhythmically pumped more cum from my balls. At last my orgasm subsided and I just stood there for a couple minutes while I came back down to Earth. I would need to relax a bit before I would be able to get dick back in my shorts and get back up to the attic to finish my work. I tried to think of boring things like school and cleaning my room to try and get my mind off the beautiful sights of Mrs. Kirby in those cut-off shorts and T-shirt. Boy, did she look sexy though as she worked and sweated. It took another few minutes to calm down enough to get back upstairs. What I saw when I got there made my mouth water and my eyes pop out of my head. While I was gone, Mrs. Kirby had removed the halter top from under her T-Shirt and it was lying on the floor at the top of the stairs! I almost fell over trying not to step on it in my surprise. She looked back over her shoulder at at the noise. "Are you all right, Tom? You were gone for quite a while there that I was beginning to think you had abandoned me. I guess I wouldn't have blamed you though, it's hotter'n the blazes up here isn't it?" "You can say that again. Actually, I was just cooling down for a few minutes before I came back up again." I wasn't actually lieing about that! But I had forgotten all about the heat while I was checking out every nook and cranny of her almost fully exposed seat. Now I couldn't wait to see her tits which were surely to be completely bared now that she had removed her halter. I guess she was just trying to keep cool, but she wasn't doing me any good in that department. I quickly began moving more stuff to hide my renewed boner. I kept moving to try to get the right angle to see up under her shirt as she kept rocking and cleaning on all fours. Finally I found it. Wow! There they were! In all their glory, her bare tits hung slightly from her bent over position and I could see everything. I saw the white milky skin of the undersides of her breasts that weren't tanned all the way to the pink nipples that were now jutting downward like little nubs. They seemed to be just begging for attention and actually looked a little stiff. Since it was far from the coolness of the ice cream parlor or the night air of our pool parties, could it be that Mrs. Kirby was thinking about sex too? Why else would her beautiful nipples appear to be stiffening? I just about came in my shorts right there at the thoughts that roamed through my mind. I wanted to go over and cup her titties in the palms of my hands and feel her nipples as the grew harder with my attention to them just as her daughter's had. I could hardly contain myself. She was still wearing her panties, but for the next hour as we finished the moving and cleaning, I had a difficult time not staring at all there was to see of Mrs. Kirby as she moved and cleaned and rocked and sweated. Once, she stood up to stretch and her sweaty body caused her shirt to stick to her tits and became almost transparent for a very brief moment as she turned away from me before bending back down to continue scrubbing. I couldn't believe my good fortune and was actually becoming somewhat jealous of Mr. Kirby. How could he EVER go away for a weekend and leave this awesome body alone. When we finally finished and were heading back downstairs Mrs. Kirby asked me if I could come over again next Saturday to help uncover the furniture and rearrange things for the sitting room. She thought there might be a couple other things to move too, but that depended on what she bought during the week for up there. "Won't Mr. Kirby or Joe be home next weekend either?", I asked. Not that I didn't want to help, I was more curious if no one would be around again. "No. Joe will be working to make up for this weekend and Mr. Kirby is planning on playing golf next weekend with your father. Besides, since you were so helpful today, I figure it's only fair for you to see it when we get it finished next weekend." "Okay. Next Saturday it is then, right after I finish your mowing." I couldn't wait for next weekend and I began imagining all kinds of things. Had Mrs. Kirby been having as much fun as I did? Was she aware of the effect she was having on me? Had I been careful enough to hide my constant erection? Maybe she DID do all that and maybe next weekend I'd get to see her completely naked like I had Karen. Maybe she'd even touch me or suck my cock. Hmmmm, I wonder which is better with her; her mouth, or her pussy? Now THERE was something that should probably be researched some more and I felt that I was just the man for the job. I really hoped I was right, but all I could do was wait. I couldn't even imagine what Mrs. Kirby and my folks would say if I was wrong and had tried to touch her anyway, but the suspense was killing me. I woke up Sunday morning with a twitching hard-on that tented the sheets. I had been dreaming all night of the various sexual episodes of the previous couple weeks. If this was any indication of how I would spend the rest of my life, I couldn't wait to get started. Absently, I reached down and began stroking my cock as I thought about what might happen next. My parents were planning a pool party for that afternoon and evening and Mrs. Kirby and Karen were sure to be there, but with all the others around, I doubted anything would happen. I looked forward to seeing both of them in their bikinis, and even dreamed up a scenario or two as to how I might escalate things, but these were far-fetched ideas that would be too obvious and risky. I'd just have to be patient. For most of the day, my folks had me doing house chores to get ready for the party. I had to clean out the flower beds around the pool deck and clean all the patio furniture. I hosed down the patio itself and cleaned and vacuumed the pool. It was hot and sunny, but I was actually glad for the work because it kept my mind somewhat occupied in something other than girls and tits and blow jobs. Not that girls and tits and blow jobs were bad, it was just that my pecker was having all it could handle for the time being. Our fiends and neighbors started showing up around 3:00 o'clock in the afternoon. There were a number of kids in the neighborhood and we all headed for the pool. There was about 5 of us and we played games; diving for marbles, tag, races, etc. Standard fare for kids stuff. I kept watching Karen in her bikini for she was by far the most attractive girl there. This was probably as a direct result of the fact that I had seen her naked and touched her juicy pussy and had her suck my cock. Oh, how that had seemed so long ago now though it had not yet even been a week. Karen was still growing up and it showed because the string bikini she was wearing was already a little bit small for her and was tight on her young body and accentuated the fact that her budding breasts were well on there way to becoming meaty tits. About three hours later the barbecue was going and dinner was ready. We had hot dogs and hamburgers, chips, and sodas for the kids; beer for the adults. Mrs. Kirby seemed to be enjoying herself almost a little too much as she drinking a fair amount. She looked great though. She hadn't brought any other clothes with her and was still walking around in her bikini. I had been secretly watching Mrs. Kirby most of dinner time and I was getting pretty worked up. As dusk began to fall, and a cool breeze started up, I couldn't help but notice her erect nipples poking through her top like two beacons in the night. My mouth actually watered as I studied them from afar. I couldn't wait for next Saturday to come so I could get my own private showing again. I remembered how her sweaty body had shown through her thin T-shirt the day before after she had removed her halter top and I began working on ways I might get to see more of them again. I remembered how nice and pink her nipples were and how my hands tingled with excitement at the thought of caressing them. I turned away for a moment and noticed Karen looking at me with a smile on her face. So she wasn't embarrassed about our previous encounter afterall. I hadn't been so sure when she was less than social with me later that night in the ice cream parlor. However, as I kept returning her gaze, I realized she wasn't looking at my face - she was looking lower. I must have gotten a little carried away with my fantasies of her mother because I was semi-hard sitting there in my wet swim suit. I felt a little embarrassed and tried in vain to hide my bulge without being too obvious. Luckily, where I was sitting, no one other than Karen could see me below my waist. However, I nonetheless waited for an opportunity and jumped back into the pool where it was easier to hide my growing boner in the distorted views under the surface of the water. This wasn't going to work very well though because I still couldn't keep my eyes from wandering over Mrs. Kirby's body over and over again. I scrutinized her half exposed tits and erect nipples from the pool and watched her getting more and more drunk. She really looked like she was enjoying herself. By later in the evening, some of the families had left and so had most of the other kids. The grown-ups, including Mrs. Kirby, were all sitting around one table talking about local politics or some such nonsense. Karen had gone home to watch TV and I was still swimming around in the pool with a great big boner in my trunks that I wished would go away because I was getting a little cold. Finally I got up enough nerve to just jump out of the pool and grab my towel to wrap around myself and headed inside to the bathroom where I could get some privacy to masturbate and relieve the pressure that had built up in my groin. I quickly dropped my swim suit and stepped out of it as I was bring my pecker to full attention. I fantasized about working with Nancy later in the week and hoped that I would be able to convince her to let me compare the actions of her mouth to the actions of her pussy. I also wondered what Karen would be doing this week as it seemed as though she was interested in seeing more of my exposed manhood. I was very interested in exposing it for her and actually relished the thought of teasing her with my hard-on. I was really into when and about to cum when the bathroom door suddenly opened and in came Mrs. Kirby of all people. I froze. "Oh, Tom. I ... I ... I didn't know you were in here." She looked a little tipsy. "Excuse me. Uh ... uh, I'll just wait out here 'till you're done. I've really got to pee from all that beer", she said as she quickly left and closed the door behind her. I couldn't believe it. I hadn't thought to lock the door and now I had been caught, literally with my dick in my hands. I was dumbstruck. I had been just about to cum, but now my once hard member was quickly wilting into nothingness. I was completely humiliated. And on top of it all, Mrs. Kirby had said she'd wait outside the door until I was done! I was going to have to face her again. I was finished. I didn't know how to handle this. I just wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and die. .. . . to be updated and continued . . . -- CJ To reply, delete the .NOSPAM in the address. No files by e-mail! I didn't write any of the stories I'm reposting.