[The next day, after my skinny dipping adventure .]
Today I mowed the lawn while Sylvia, Fran, and our moms were out shopping. When I was done, I went down by the lake to relax a bit. I had on my gray gym trunks and a sleeveless undershirt, but that's all. I was thinking back over the events of yesterday evening, when I heard a sound and turned to see Fran approaching. She was wearing a very skimpy bikini. Two small triangles of fabric, scarcely more than a two inches on a side, covered the nipples of her small breasts. Another, hardly any larger, covered her pubes, but I couldn't see any hair, despite its smallness. She had her book.
"Hi Fran," I called. "Come on down!"
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Not much, just chilling out," as replied, as she came up to me. "You look like your ready for a swim. Where's everyone else?"
"Headed to the mall now," she shrugged. "I'd had my fill of shopping, so I got them to drop me off so I could do some reading. But I decided it was so nice outside that I should get some sun. Do you mind some company?"
"Not at all!"
An understatement! She sat down on the grass beside me and we stared out across the lake. After a few minutes, Fran turned to me and said, "Uh, John, I wanted to apologize for what I said last night."
"What you said?" I was genuinely perplexed.
"About your penis. I mean, I called it... you know... gross."
"Oh, that," I laughed. "I guess a hard-on can be kind of intimidating, if you're not expecting it."
"Yeh," she said, looking away. "I've never seen one before. I mean, I've seen little boys' penises. I mean when I had to, when I've been baby-sitting!" she added quickly. "But I've never seen a grown-up one."
"Not even in pictures?" I asked.
"I don't look at that kind of picture!" she said with apparently genuine indignation. "Maybe I should look at those pictures," she added thoughtfully. "I certainly don't want to act like an idiot if I see a guy's penis."
"Well, I don't have any cock pictures," I said, "but I suppose I could let you see the real thing again. For educational purposes, of course!" I was only half joking.
"Maybe..." she said quietly, and I don't think she was joking either. We watched the water for a moment. I could feel the head of my cock starting to poke out of my gym shorts.
"It just was so much bigger than I expected," she seemed to say to herself. "And sticking out all thick and gnarly like that! There I go again!" she said suddenly and looked up into my eyes. "I'm so stupid!" she added mournfully.
"Don't worry about it," I laughed. "I don't have a big ego investment in a beautiful cock. It doesn't bother me."
"Well that's good," she said with some relief, as she looked back out at the water. "It was thoughtless, and I should have known better, especially since I'm self-conscious about my own body."
"About your body?" I turned to her in surprise. "You're very attractive. If anyone doesn't like your body, they're blind or stupid!" I was completely serious and, in fact, ogling her lithe, half-naked bod. "I can guarantee, you're quite fine to look at!"
"Yeh, if you don't mind using a microscope to see my tits." She peered down at them through her curled fingers.
"Don't worry," I tried to reassure her. "I think you still have some growing to do."
"Maybe," she said sadly, "but I think Sylvia inherited Mom's boobs; she got my share and I got cheated.
"Well, even if they don't grow much more," I said, taking a different tack, "you shouldn't worry about it. Small tits can be very sexy. I guarantee it!" I made a point of staring at her chest. I could see her nipples hard under her bikini top; the gentle mounds on her chest was nearly naked to my eyes.
Unconsciously I pumped my dick, and I felt the edge of the fabric slip off the edge of its head. I was pretty sure my whole head was exposed, but I didn't dare look to see. Fran was gazing at it wide-eyed, unaware, I think, of how obviously she was staring.
"Look at all the famous models," I said. "They all have small breasts."
"Yeh, yeh, I know," she said, "but I also saw the way you were watching Sylvia's boobs last night! Say what you like, boys like big boobs!"
I laughed. "Well, they are hard to miss, so they get our attention."
"Sylvia's bounce and jiggle even when she wears a bra. She attracts boys like flowers attract bees. I hate her! How can 'itty bitty titties' compete with that?"
"Well," I said thoughtfully, "big tits and little tits are sexy in different ways. You can do things with small breasts that Sylvia can't do with hers."
"Like what?"
"Like wearing that swim suit!"
"Exactly!" she said in triumph. "She would be falling out of it."
"So you can get away with more. Because you are not so, uh, large, you can be more daring."
"Only because I don't have anything to be daring with, and even if someone sees it, it's no more exciting than a boy's chest!"
"Ummm, not exactly," I cleared my throat. "Your chest does not affect me the same way as a guy's!"
She smiled. "Well, thanks for saying that, but I don't think they are very sexy."
"Let me give an example of what you can do. I was at a horse show last summer and there was this chick there; I would say college age. I first spotted her walking around, and later I managed to sit by her in the stands. Her tits were no bigger than yours, but she was wearing a loose, shear, white blouse. It wasn't transparent, or anything like that, but still I could see her small dark nipples through the fabric. But the best part was that she had it unbuttoned two-thirds of the way down her chest. From the side, especially when the wind blew, I could get a full view of her beautiful little tit."
"You lech!" Fran laughed.
"Guilty as charged!" I smiled.
"How long did you follow her around?"
"All day! And I wasn't the only one! There were probably a dozen guys with boners trying to keep an eye on her. But that's exactly my point. She was driving us all wild! I was on the verge of acting like an idiot. I didn't even try to hide the fact that I was staring into her blouse. I don't think she could have missed it; in fact I'm sure she knew it and was enjoying it. She had this sly smile, and she made no attempt to hide her tits or to get away. A girl with big tits couldn't have got away with that. She would have been arrested! But this one could do it."
"That's because she didn't have much to get arrested for!"
"Yeh, that's why a bunch of horny guys with major boners were following her like hungry dogs, right?"
"OK," she laughed, "point made. It does sound like fun," she mused. "I don't know if I would have the nerve for it. I've never thought of my breasts as something to show off."
"Your doing a pretty good job now," I said, indicating her swim suit.
"This?" she laughed. "What do you mean? I'm all covered; there's nothing to see but skin." She tugged on the corners of her bra, as though making sure her nipples were completely covered.
"Well," I said, getting hot and feeling my dick stir, "skin can be pretty exciting, depending on where it is."
"Really?" she said, looking at me mischievously. "Like where?"
I gulped. I wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but we were talking about her tits, after all.
"Like those soft mounds that your top doesn't cover. I mean, it's hardly more than your nipples that are covered. Let's face it Fran, your almost topless."
"You mean this skin?" she asked slyly, running her finger tips over the mound of her breasts, pressing so that the indentation was obvious.
I took a deep breath and tried to keep my cool. "Yeh, skin like that," I managed to say.
"But it's just plain skin," she shrugged, mocking innocence.
"Yeh, just plain skin," I echoed, staring hard.
"It's not like I'm really showing something," she whispered, gazing toward my dick, which must have been two inches out of my shorts. She spread her legs so that the narrow strip of fabric barely covered her crack. It seemed like it might disappear between the mounds of her clean-shaved lips at any moment.
"Just skin..." she whispered again.
"Just skin," I repeated, "like that's just skin," I added pointing to her crotch. My finger was just a couple inches from her pussy. I couldn't believe that I was sitting there, pointing at Fran's lips, almost touching them.
She glanced down at her pussy and closed her legs up, but that just made most of the fabric disappear up her crack.
"I do believe you like my swim suit," she laughed.
"I like you in your swim suit," I answered, trying to regain control.
"Really?" she said, standing up. "I like that. That does make me feel sexy."
She pranced around a bit like a fashion model, which was really doing a job on me. Unconsciously, I reached down and stroked my dick where it was still covered by my shorts.
She laughed and said, "You better watch what you're doing. You're showing more than skin there! You'd better put that thing away."
I looked down and saw that three inches of my boner were sticking out. I tried to push it up into my shorts and pull the fabric over its head, but it didn't really go. "That's the best I can do, and it's your fault anyway!"
"Really?" she said, stroking her inner thighs. "I'm glad that I can excite you. You seem to be 'escaping' again."
Indeed, I felt my head pop out again. "Sorry," I laughed, "you'll just have to get used to it. But I thought that's what you wanted to do anyway."
She laughed. "Yeh, I did say something like that I guess. So, are you going to show me everything?"
"That wouldn't be fair, would it?" I said. "We have to trade."
"OK, that's fair I guess," she laughed. "We've already seen each other naked, and I don't have anything to see anyway."
"OK, tops first," I said, standing up. I pulled off my undershirt. She unfastened her bra and tossed it to the side. She briefly crossed her hands over her chest, but then uncovered it. And there she stood, pert little nipples poking from the gentle swellings of her breasts.
"Big deal, huh?" she paid, pretending to cradle big boobs. "Even my nipples are small."
"Small," I said, staring down at them, "but very pretty." I was just two feet in front of her. "Ready for the pants?"
"I guess," she said, "but turn your back."
"Whatever," I shrugged and turned around. She did the same, and back to back we pulled down our pants and tossed them away. My dick bounced up.
"Ready?" I asked.
"OK," she said quietly.
My dick was pointing straight out as I turned around to her. A moment later she turned to me, with her hands over her pussy.
"Hey, no fair hiding!" I mocked her.
She hesitated a moment, then shrugged and defiantly put her hands behind her back. So there she was, stark naked in front of me. I saw that her pussy was shaved clean.
"Ah, excuse me for asking," I started tentatively, "but hasn't something disappeared since last night?"
She seemed embarrassed. "I was afraid you would notice."
"It's hard to miss," I laughed, "but I think it looks fine."
"I didn't plan to do it," she babbled nervously. "I was taking a bath last night, and I thought I should shave for my swim suit. But I didn't have it in the bathroom with me, and I wasn't sure how much to shave off, and thought it would look real bad if I didn't shave enough, so I thought it was better to do too much than too little. Anyway, by the time I was done, there was only a narrow strip of hair. So I shaved it off my lips, and then there was only this little tuft left. And I thought that looked silly, so I figured I might as well shave it all. It kind of just happened."
I didn't know whether to believe her or not, but I said, "Well, it looks super sexy. There's no need to apologize."
"It makes me feel like a whore!"
"But you know you're not a whore," I replied, "so you don't have to worry about feeling like one; you can enjoy it!"
"I do like the way it feels," she volunteered, and she stroked her hand down her tummy almost to her crack. I thought she might diddle herself, but she quickly moved her hand off to her thigh. I realized I was staring at the crack between her soft lips, but I made no attempt to look away.
"So," I began, "is my cock a little less scary now?"
"Oh, yeh," she laughed, turning her attention from her pussy to my dick. "It's not scary, just, you know, weird."
"Well, it doesn't seem weird to me," I laughed, "but I've been seeing it for a few years now. What's weird about it"
"Oh I don't know," she shrugged.
"Go ahead, take a close look" I prompted her. "I can take it," I laughed. I was getting a charge from her attention.
"Well first, I guess, I didn't expect it to be that long or thick. Are all penises that big?"
"They come in different sizes, just like boobs," I laughed. "I've seen some bigger than mine," I added with a shrug.
Her eyes got wide. "Oh my!" she said quietly.
"Go ahead and take a closer look," I tried to sound casual.
She kneeled down and stared at my dick from a foot away. Her crack spread when she squatted and I was able to see a little pink. "Also," she continued, "I didn't expect it to be so veiny I guess. Or so dark."
"That's because it's filled with blood," I explained. "That's what keeps it stiff."
"Oh," she said. "Can you make it, like, stand up? Is that what they call erect?"
"This is about as 'erect' as I get, I'm afraid." My dick was sticking out just slightly above the horizontal.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she started, blushing.
"It's OK," I interrupted her. "That's just the way it is. It's very hard, but I think it's too heavy to stick up."
She blushed again. "I thought I must not be exciting you very much."
"You have me very excited!" I said honestly. I couldn't believe that she was worried about not turning me on, as I looked at her lithe body squatting in front of my dick. "Let me assure you that you have me completely erect!"
She smiled at that and said brightly, "That's good!" Her hand was straying from her thigh back toward her pussy. "But..." she began, and hesitated.
"What? Go on, it's OK."
"Well, I was wondering," she said, "and this is probably really stupid, but doesn't it need to be standing up to have sex?"
"I certainly hope not! But I might need to use my hand." I lifted my cock up vertically.
"Is that the tube on the bottom of it?" She pointed, holding her finger just an inch from my dick.
"Yeh, that's where my jizm comes, or pee, of course."
"It looks like it's been stitched or something."
"Yeh, I see what you mean. Just the way it is."
"And there are your balls," she observed clinically. They were pulled up tight under my dick. "Funny looking, dark, wrinkled skin. Kind of like the inside of my pussy I guess."
To prove her point, she sat back on her butt, opened her thighs, and spread her inner lips with both hands. I had a clear view of her rosy cunt. Now it was my turn to stare slack jawed. She smiled at my stupefaction.
"Now, you want to talk about weird looking!" I managed to get out.
"This? Just a hole!" she laughed. "I think of it as my secret flower. I do like my pussy"
I thought it was actually kind of gross looking, but I still wished I could stick my cock in it. It was kind of hard for me to figure out what was what in there. After allowing me to stare a few moments more, which seemed to last forever, she said coyly, "That's enough!" and partially closed her thighs, but her inner lips were still poking out a bit between the outer ones! I would think it would have felt funny, but she didn't seem to notice, or maybe she didn't care. She got back into a stooping position with her face near my dick.
I let go of it, letting it bounce; then I pumped it a couple times.
"What was that?" she said in astonishment. "Can you move it?"
"Just a little," laughed. "Don't worry, I can't grab you with it."
She looked up at me wide eyed. "Now that is really weird."
"If you say so," I laughed again. "What else is weird?"
"Well, this mushroom thing on the end. It's, I don't know, more swollen looking than I expected. Is it sensitive?"
"You bet," I said. "It's like your clit I think."
"I guess, but it's so much bigger!" Her finger tips wandered unconsciously near the top of her crack. She spoke again. "So I guess you touch that when -- you know -- when you play with yourself."
"Yes, but my whole dick is sensitive." I touched my head lightly with my finger tips a couple times. Then I grasped the shaft loosely, and gave myself half a dozen strokes. I had to stop though, because I was so pumped up, that I could have cum in a second. I didn't know how Fran would have reacted to being sprayed with jizm!
Fran had her finger in her pussy now, and wasn't even trying to hide that she was diddling herself. With her other hand she squeezed her tit and rubbed her nipple. She was really kind of mashing her boob. Since she was doing that, I figured it was OK if I went back to stroking my dick and balls -- as long as I didn't go too far!
At one point, Fran mashed her boob upward and stretched her tongue toward it. She kind of growled, "I want to suck my tit!" Suddenly she stopped playing and looked up at me. "See?" she said. "You can't convince me that small breasts are as good as big ones. Big boobs would be much more fun, because I could suck on them! It must feel so good to have them sucked!" she said mournfully, as she pushed them up as far as they would go.
Well, the solution was obvious, but I didn't know how Fran would react.
"Uh, Fran," I began as delicately as I could. "Don't take this wrong, but if you really want to feel what it's like to have your breasts sucked, I can -- ah -- offer my services. I mean, in the interests of education, of course!"
She laughed. "You horn toad! But I guess that means you see something interesting about my boobs, which makes me very happy. So sure, why not? You won't get anything though!"
"Not a problem!" I laughed, not believing this was really happening.
"Enjoy!" she said, as she leaned back on the grass. I crawled up beside her right side so that my face was next to her breast; my hard dick grazed her thigh. She jumped, then relaxed. "You keep that thing away from my pussy!" she said, with just a hint of nervousness.
"I promise!" I said, and turned a bit on my back, so that my cock flopped up on my stomach. Then I took a deep breath, and reached my right hand to her left breast. I gently touched the soft mound, and she shuddered a little. She smiled slightly as I began to caress it. I got a little bolder and let my finger tips graze over her hard nipple, which was hardly larger than my own. I continued to fondle her while I got up the nerve to take the next step, but she didn't seem to be in any hurry.
I was getting really horny and very hungry for her tit, which was right in front of my nose, so I turned a little more towards her, and let my lips graze lightly over the soft skin of her breast. Her fragrance made me all the hungrier. As I moved closer, my cock fell across her thigh; I'm sure she felt it, but she didn't object.
I pressed my lips more firmly against her breast, feeling its soft fullness. I kissed all around her nipple, but didn't touch it yet. I continued to fondle her other breast too. She moaned softly, and I noticed that she was lightly stroking her pussy again.
"The time has come," I thought to myself, and I moved my lips to her nipple. I tickled it lightly, and she moaned more loudly. I could tell she was fingering herself more vigorously. In the process she brushed against my cock's head from time to time, which really turned me on, but she didn't seem to notice.
She shuddered as I used my tongue to play with her nipple. It was stiff and I took it between my lips. Now, I began to suck in earnest, and took some of her mound in my mouth.
She moaned and squirmed. I knew it was not just my sucking, because she was fingering herself too. I could feel her spreading her thighs. As she wiggled, her thigh moved under my cock. Every so often she pulled her hand out of her cunt, and stroked it over her tummy and thighs. More and more often she touched my cock and even stroked over it a few times. I realized that I was also thrusting along her thigh.
Suddenly, rubbing her cunt rapidly, she began to gasp and shiver, and I guessed she was having an orgasm. I didn't know what to do about it, but I was having plenty of fun sucking her tit.
After a few minutes her orgasm seemed to subside a bit, but she continued to writhe slowly. She pulled her hand out of her pussy and put it on my waist. I could feel her fingers wet with her cunt juice. She was moaning quietly now, and almost motionless, as she let her hand slip over my hips and along my cock. She left it resting on my cock, and I could not help my self from thrusting between her hand and thigh. She pulled her hand away, but I had reached the point of no return, and continued thrusting as I pumped out my cum on her thighs. I gasped and growled as I released the long pent up surge.
When my charge was spent, I slumped sweaty and exhausted along her side, my face on her chest.
After a few minutes Fran purred, "That was wonderful John. Thank you so much." She stroked her hand idly over her tummy and thighs.
Suddenly she jerked up, almost tossing me off her as she sat up. "What's this?" she said with alarm. She had wiped through the cum on her thigh and was staring at her fingers.
"Sorry," I said, surprised at her reaction. "I didn't mean to cum, but I couldn't help it."
"Get it off!" she said in a panic, and started wiping off her thighs.
"It won't hurt you." I was tempted to laugh, but realized that wouldn't be good idea.
"I don't want to get pregnant!" she almost cried.
"You won't," I tried to assure her. "It's not in your pussy." I started to help her wipe it off, but she wasn't getting any calmer.
"Come on," I said. "Let's get in the lake. That will wash it off."
So that's what we did. She seemed to calm down after she had cleaned off my cum. I felt really bad about scaring her so badly, and told her so.
"I'm the one who should apologize, John," she said. "I know better. It just surprised me. I didn't realize you had cum, and I've never seen semen before, let alone touched it, so it freaked me out."
We got out of the water and stretched out naked on the grass to dry in the sun.
"So," I said, "how was it? Did you like having your tits sucked?"
"That was wonderful John! I am so grateful to you!"
"Yeh, well, any time!" I laughed. "I hope that made up a little bit for not being able to suck yourself."
"It did John, but now I know what I've been missing...."
We let that float in the air between us for a few moments.
"Hey, can boys suck themselves?" she asked impishly.
"Well, I can. But I'm pretty long and have a flexible back. My guess is that a lot of guys can't reach. Even for me it's not real comfortable, so I don't do it too often."
"Well, would you like me to return the favor then?" she said quietly.
"To suck me, you mean?"
"Uh huh. Would that be nice?"
"Fran! That would be fabulous!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"OK, tell me what to do!" she said eagerly.
Ah, cruel fate! My dick was limp and rapidly shrinking. "Fran, I've already cum," I explained. "I probably won't be able to get hard again for a while." I picked it up and let it drop limply across my balls.
"Oh," she said, "I'm sorry. Forgive me asking, but are all guys like that?"
"Pretty much," I said. "That's why I try to hold off cumming as long as I can. It will take me a while to recharge now."
She stared unembarrassed at my dick. "That's amazing," she said, " I can see it shrink while I watch. How small will it get?"
I sadly glanced at it. "That's about it, I would say. You think I can have a rain check?"
"You bet!" she said, and -- would you believe it? -- she bent over me and planted a kiss right on my soft dick.
Suddenly we heard a car door slam up by the house. I lifted my head, peaked around the bushes, and saw Sylvia heading our way. "Shit!" I said. "Get dressed!"
We quickly pulled on our clothes, and were looking reasonably innocent by the time Sylvia caught sight of us. She looked at us curiously, especially at Fran, but didn't say much except that we would be eating soon.
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