[I grew up with Karen, my age, who lived two doors away. Later her family moved away, but they visited my family regularly.]
Late this afternoon I walked way down to the bottom of the yard and sat thinking, tossing pebbles in the stream. I heard a rustle behind me and saw Karen coming. She asked if she could sit with me, so I said "Sure," and we talked about nothing much for a while. We did trade some sexual innuendo, like we usually do, but it was all just fun.
After we had sat quiet for a little bit, she said, "You know, John, our parents are never going to tell us about sex. And since we are both only-children, we're not going to be able to learn anything from older brothers or sisters."
I said, "Yeh, I guess so," but I didn't know where she was going with it.
"Well you know," she went on, "we're almost like sister and brother. I mean, our moms say they put us in the bath together when we were babies. We've always been pretty frank with each other, like sister and brother."
I agreed and started laughing, and she asked why.
"Well, I just remembered that time when we were playing house in the closet at your house, and you said to me, all of a sudden, 'You know those bumps your mommy has? I'm getting them.' I think I had hardly paid any attention to 'those bumps' by then."
She laughed and said, "Yeh, I remember that! We must have been like six or seven. I thought my nipples were boobs, since I sure didn't have any real boobs then!" Then she smiled and added, "Now I am getting 'those bumps'."
I cleared my throat and said, "Uh, yeh, I noticed." I tried not to stare at her fine tits (always a problem when she's around), but she seemed to kind of stick them out at me.
Then she asked, "You remember that time when I called you into the bathroom when I was peeing?"
"Yeh," I answered, "you couldn't reach the TP and wanted me to get it for you. That was the first time I had seen a ... you know, pussy. I had heard about it of course, so I wasn't too surprised, but it was still weird to see."
"Yeh," she laughed, " I remember you staring at it the whole time you were getting the toilet paper and then when I was wiping myself. I remember kind of wondering what was so interesting about it."
"Yeh, but you did the same thing," I reminded her. "Do you remember that time you walked in when I was taking a leak?"
"Yeh yeh! I was really curious how guys peed standing up, so I walked right in to have a look. What a kick!"
"Yeh, if I hadn't been in the middle of a major leak, I probably would have shoved it back in my pants, but as it was, I figured 'What the hell?' and finished what I had to do. You did some staring too, you know."
"Well it was an anatomy lesson!" she joked. "I can still see you holding that funny little thing!"
I blushed and said, "Uh, yeh, well, it's a little bigger now..."
She laughed and patted me on the head. "I have no doubt! My 'bumps' weren't very big either."
I said, "Yeh, we've both changed a bit."
Then she smiled and stared at me for a moment before she said, "Yes we have. So can I see it again?"
"Huh?" I said. I really didn't get what she was asking.
"I want to see your big grownup dick. And," she added in a sing-song, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Then seriously, "We did it before."
"Ahhh, I don't know, Karen." I was pretty nervous. "We were just little kids then. That was different."
"What's the difference?" she asked earnestly (but with a touch of a smile). "Like I said before, nobody else is going to teach us. It's in the interests of science! And we are like family! For God's sake, I want to know what a cock is like before I get married, or laid the first time! Don't you want to know what a pussy is really like?"
I had to admit, the thought of an "anatomy lesson" with Karen was starting to sound intriguing!
"So, what do you say?" she asked, with a wink.
"What the hell," I said, trying to sound casual, "Why not?"
She said, "OK, the rules are: looking is OK, but no touching. Pants first. Take 'em off!"
She unzipped her jeans and slid out of them; I dropped mine to the ground too. Next thing I knew she had pulled down her panties and I was staring at her pussy. It had a nice patch of hair on it, but I could still see her crack.
"OK, your turn," she said.
She was staring at a major hard-on that was filling my undershorts, and I was embarrassed to pull them down, but by then there was no way to avoid it. So I slowly pulled them down until my boner bounced out in front of me.
"Holy shit!" she said. "I guess that is what they call a boner! I didn't think I would get to see one right away! It's, ahhh, more than I expected."
"Sorry, couldn't help it," I mumbled, as I stood there with it sticking out like a flagpole in front of me."
"Quite all right!" She giggled. "Let me take a good look."
She moved to within six inches of my dick and carefully inspected it from all sides.
"Wow, look at those big veins," she mused. "It's so knotty with them! I expected it to be smooth, I guess."
I didn't know what to say. She was also staring at my nuts. "I didn't know your balls would be so wrinkled; they're like raisins. And it looks like they're almost attached to the bottom of your dick. I thought they would hang more from your bottom."
I said, "Well, if I didn't have a hard-on they might be hanging lower and be less wrinkled."
"Really?" Then she added, "Thanks for holding your dick out where I can see it. Is it hard to keep it out like that?" she asked.
At first I was confused by her question, and then I realized she thought I was holding it up some how. "No," I said, "it just sticks out there by itself. In fact I couldn't make it go down if I wanted to."
"Really?" she asked. "You mean like it's stuck there?"
"Yeh," I said, "it's stiff." I pushed my dick down even with my thighs and let it go so it bounced up again.
She laughed and said, "Wild! So guys really can't help it when they get hard?"
"No, it can be pretty embarrassing sometimes."
"Yeh, I guess," she said. "Like when my nipples get hard and show, but your thing is so much bigger! So you can't move it at all?"
"Just a little," I said. "I can pump it." I pumped it for her a few times and got it bouncing, and she giggled again and said, "Neat!"
Then she said, "Your dick is not pointing straight forward. It seems to be curving around toward your left. Are you doing that?"
I blushed and said, "Uh, no, it just goes like that when it gets hard. I don't think there is much wrong with it though. I mean I think I can ... uh ... put it in OK."
"Oh, yeh, I don't think you should worry," she said. "My boobs aren't the same size. My bra mostly hides it, but I worry sometimes that people can tell. I guess you will see when we get to my boobs." Hmmm, that was an intriguing thought!
She kept looking at my cock from all different angles. Finally she said, "I never expected it to be so big. Are all guys that big?"
"Well, maybe I'm a little bigger than average," I answered doubtfully. Although I haven't seen that many cocks, I do worry sometimes that I'm freakishly large. That's why I don't like to be seen in the Locker Room I guess. Also why I hate getting boners in public.
She said quietly, half to herself, "It's so big, I wonder if, you know, in sex, it would hurt. Maybe I'm too small...."
Well, I had no idea whether I was too big or she was too small. Hell I hadn't seen her pussy yet, and I have no idea what size an average pussy is anyway. All I could think to say was, "Well, I guess it stretches a lot, you know, like to have a baby."
"I guess..." she said, but she seemed doubtful. Then, "Hey, you want to see it?"
My heart was pounding and I was starting to sweat, but I tried to sound nonchalant when I said, "Sure."
She smiled, and said, "OK. I can't stick it out, so you will have to look close."
She leaned back on the grass and spread her legs wide. I kneeled down, pretty much between her legs. Her cunt lips were spread apart and I could see pink inside. I was surprised at how close her cunt was to her asshole -- kind of gross.
Then she said, "Here, let me spread my outer lips," and she pulled them wide.
I didn't really know what I was looking at, so I said, "Where do you pee?" And she laughed, and showed me.
Then she added, "And this of course is my vagina, where the cock goes in and the baby comes out!" I couldn't believe I was sitting there staring in her cunt hole!
"Now I'll show you something special," she whispered, and started fooling with the skin at the top of her crack. "This is my clitoris. If you want to make your honey happy, don't ever forget where it is!"
In spite of her having everything spread open, I really couldn't see very much, but it was all too mind-boggling anyway.
"I get a lot of pleasure out of my clitty!" she added with a wink, "Like guys do jerking off, I guess."
I didn't know whether to agree or not, but I was already thinking about her tits when I heard my father calling us for dinner.
"Holy shit!" I said and stood up and started pulling up my pants. My dick was still hard as a rock, so I had to bend it over to fit it in my jockey shorts. And the first time I tried it came out the pants leg. It took me like three tries to get it in! I pulled up my jeans, but then I couldn't zip my fly over my cock until I pushed it down between my legs. Karen had been watching all this, very amused. I wasn't.
She quickly pulled up her panties and jeans and said, "I'll go first. You come on in a couple minutes after you, uh..., relax!"
She winked and headed back to the house while I concentrated on losing my erection, which I finally did. I got back just in time to eat. I don't think our folks suspected anything; they didn't even realize we had been talking.
[The events of the following evening ...]
Last night, just after I had gone to bed, I heard a gentle tap on my door. When I opened it, Karen was there in a plaid flannel nightie! We had been sent to bed while our folks stayed up playing bridge.
I asked her, "What's up?" and she said, "How about some more self-education?"
"Are you crazy?" I whispered. "Our folks are downstairs!"
"What's the problem?" she shrugged, as she closed the door behind her. "You know they won't come to bed for hours."
"Aww, man, I don't know," I said.
But then she yanked down my pajama bottoms and said, "Lesson Two!"
Because she surprised me and I guess because I was worried about our folks finding us, I was pretty unturned on, so my dick was limp and it stayed that way for a while.
"This is interesting!" she said. "Your dick is shorter but your balls are longer! Is that the way it works?"
"Well, no, not exactly," I said, resigned to the "lesson." "Even if I don't have a boner, sometime my balls draw up tight, like when I'm cold."
"But I mean," she went on, "yesterday your balls were this tight little package up under your dick. Now they are hanging down in a loose sack, way down below your dick."
It was true, my balls were real relaxed just then. And although my cock wasn't shrunk up like it gets in the cold, it was hanging real loose and limp. My balls felt fat between my thighs.
She kept looking at them. "They seem really stretched out. Do they feel heavy? They look that way." I said that they did feel a bit heavy just then.
"It looks like there is so much hanging by so little. They really dangle, don't they?" she remarked. I was standing with my legs slightly spread, so she could see clearly. They were swinging a bit.
"And it looks like your left one hangs a lot lower than the other," she said, half to herself. "I figured they would be the same." SHe looked up and asked, "Are all guys like that?"
I got very embarrassed, and said, "Uh, I don't really know. I've heard that other guys have one that hangs low, but I don't really know if everyone's that way. Maybe something is wrong with it, but it doesn't hurt or anything."
All she said was, "Oh I see."
Suddenly she said, "Hey John, you didn't get to look at my boobs last time. Want to see them?"
I said "Sure!" and she pulled her nightie off over her head. She was stark naked, no panties or bra!
"Why don't you take off your shirt too," she said, "so we will both be completely naked."
Under the circumstances I didn't see any point in keeping my pajama shirt on, so I pulled it off over my head, and stepped out of my pants, which were still around my ankles.
She said, "OK, look all you want and ask whatever you want."
We stood there naked facing each other and it was nice to have permission to stare, because that's what I wanted to do! Her tits are nice and round, about the size of oranges, and hang a little bit on her chest. Her nipples are quite a bit bigger than mine.
I noticed that, as she said yesterday, her tits are not the same. Her left one seems bigger or at least it sags a little more on her chest; it is flatter and the other is rounder. Its nipple also seems a bit bigger. I didn't mention that I noticed.
"Your breasts are really beautiful," I said honestly; I was itching to get my hands on them, but she had said "no touching."
"You mean 'big'," she laughed.
I blushed and said, "Well they are a nice size."
"Yeh, I think I look pretty good in a sweater," she volunteered. "The problem is, they already sag against my chest." She kind of lifted them off her chest, so I could see the soft pink skin in the crease, and then dropped them down again. "By the time I'm 30 they will probably sag way down!"
"Naw, I don't think so," I said, since she seemed a bit sad.
"You see what I mean about my boobs being different? My left one is droopier; it hangs lower, like your left ball. Hey! We have something in common!"
I laughed. "Yeh, I think I see what you mean, but it's not very noticeable," I lied.
"You're kind, John," she sighed. "My bra holds them up so they look pretty much the same, but I still worry that people will be able to tell."
"I never noticed before," I said honestly, "and I pay a lot of attention to tits!"
We both laughed and she stuck out her chest and said, "Well, look all you want, that's what we're here for!"
Needless to say, all this looking at her tits was giving me a hard-on, in spite of my worry. As my dick started to lengthen and fatten she said, "This is interesting! What's going on here?"
"Uh, sorry, I can't help it" I apologized. "Your breasts are turning me on."
"That's quite all right," she smiled, "I'll take it as a compliment! And I'm enjoying watching this magical process. Your dick's stretching out, and some of those wrinkles are going. But your balls are shrinking up. And now your dick is getting thicker, especially its funny-looking head. It's slowly starting to stick out more too. All that wrinkled skin around its, like, neck is stretched out. Wild!"
Well, her close attention got me totally turned on, and my dick quickly hardened up and stretched out to its full length. It was hot and throbbing.
"Hey, we're back to the monster cock, like yesterday," she laughed. She was rubbing her pussy hair with her hand and it seemed like her finger was going in her crack a bit.
Suddenly she pointed at my dick and said, "Hey, is that cum or is pee leaking out?"
I grabbed my cock and pointed it up and saw there was a big drop of pre-cum oozing out of the tip and starting to run down its head.
"No," I said, "that's pre-cum; at least that's what I call it. Some of it comes out when I get excited."
She said, "OK, I understand. That's like the juice I get when I diddle myself. See?" She held up her fingers and I could see that they were wet.
"Yeh," I said, "looks like the same stuff. Cum is not like that. It's thicker and milkier."
"Can I see some?" she asked.
"Huh?" I said; I wasn't sure I had heard right.
"This is my education, sir, so I would like to see cum, if you don't mind, sir!" She said this with a touch of humor. "Please squirt some out so I can see it!"
I laughed and said, "It doesn't work like that, Karen. I can't just squirt some out any time I want. I have to, you know, stimulate myself, like I'm having sex, and then when I've done it enough, it just comes."
"That's why it's called 'cum' I bet!" she offered. "So how about it, John?"
"How about what?" I asked; I still didn't quite get it.
"Doing what you said and getting some cum to show me!" she said with mock exasperation.
"You want me to jerk off with you watching? I don't know if that will work."
"Aww come on, you can do it. It's in the interests of science!" she laughed.
So I started squeezing my balls, which were sucked up tight by then, and began to stroke my cock, which was already hard and throbbing. While I did so, Karen started rubbing her pussy more vigorously and stuck her fingers deeper in her crack. She was squeezing her droopy tit with her other hand.
It was kind of weird having someone watch me jerk off, but watching her play with herself made it easier and pretty soon I was getting into it. I was groaning a little.
"I bet that feels really good," she half gasped, "like when I do myself."
"Yeh, real good," I managed to get out.
"There's more of that stuff coming out," she said. In fact the head of my cock was almost covered with pre-cum; it was glistening in the dim light. As I jerked off more vigorously, switching hands from time to time, some drops of it were getting flung off. Since we were still standing face to face, a couple drops had even landed on her thigh, but she hadn't seemed to notice.
"Does that stuff mean you will be squirt your cum soon?" she asked. "I didn't know it took so much work. How long does it take?"
"Hard to say," I gasped, "but I'm getting there. When I start there will be no stopping it."
She looked at me wide eyed, while she continued her own job.
I could feel the pressure building. My cock was getting sticky with its own kind of sweat. My balls were tight up against my cock and almost squeezed down to nothing. I kept rubbing them with my free hand.
"Are you squeezing it out of your balls?" she asked.
"No ... don't think so," I gasped, "just feels good."
A few minutes later I managed, "Ahhh yeh ... soon now ... I'm getting close ... I'm going to cum real soon." I was probably making too much noise, but at that stage I was beyond caring. I was jerking faster and faster.
I hadn't even thought about where I was going to cum; I guess I would have just squirted it up in the air, but Karen was ahead of me.
"Put it in something," she said quickly, "so I can see it."
"On dresser," I managed to get out.
She grabbed a water glass, dumped the water into a plant, and stood in front of me with it, not knowing what to do.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming. Here, hold it here!" I gasped and pointed my cock down. She seemed reluctant to get that close to my cock, so I grabbed her wrist (with my sticky hand) and pulled it close so that my cock was aimed in the glass.
I could feel that tell-tale throbbing and soon I was at the point of no return
"Oh fuck I'm cumming," I grunted as I pumped it into the glass. I continued jerking fast, pumping it out in squirts, until I started to feel like I was done, and I went slower. I squeezed out the last few squirts and drops, then wiped the tip of my cock on the edge of the glass.
I sat exhausted on the edge of my bed, with my cock, long and thick but now soft, hanging down between my legs, which were spread to get the cool air.
Karen was still holding the glass, staring down into it, while she played idly with herself. "Looks kind of like skim milk," she said. She sniffed it and wrinkled her nose. "Smells like dead fish! Is that all there is? After all that work, I expected more," she said.
I was kind of surprised at her remark, and said, "Yeh, that's about how much I usually do. I don't think it takes a whole lot," I added ironically, "to make a baby or two."
She ignored the irony and pointed to my cock. "Looks like it's relaxing now!"
I said, "Yeh, that's pretty much it. It won't be much good for fun for a while."
"It looks like it's dripping," she added.
"Oh yeh, it does that," I said, and grabbed a tissue to wipe it off.
She put down the glass and grabbed her nightie, pulling it on over her head. "I'm going to my bed, where I can finish up some business," she said with a wink, as she stroked her pussy through her nightie. "Thanks for a really great lesson," she added.
Then she picked up the glass of cum and turned to the door.
"Where are you going with that?" I asked.
"More scientific investigation," she said seriously. "Why?" She held it out to me. "You want it?"
"No," I laughed, "just make sure no one finds it, or we'll have some serious explaining to do!"
She gave me a mock salute and slipped quietly out of my door. I sighed, pulled my PJs back on, and collapsed on my bed. I still can't quite believe it all happened! Too bad Karen and her folks are going home tomorrow, but maybe it's just as well, since I'm not sure I'm ready yet for another lesson!
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