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Wild Days
Chapter One
My parents handed me a twenty dollar bill when they left for the
cottage, and told me to stay out of trouble. This was the first time
they'd left me alone for an entire weekend and I was determined not to
disappoint them. Rather than go out with friends on Friday night, I
stayed home to watch TV, then early to bed with the alarm clock set
and up at the crack of dawn. I began mowing the lawn and was finished
well before ten o'clock. It felt good to be responsible. I took a
long, hot shower, paying particular attention to my eager young cock.
I didn't jerk off, but I wanted to.
The doorbell rang just as I stepped out of the bath tub. Everyone
in town seemed to know my parents and sister had gone to the beach,
and I assumed the visitor was one of my friends. I wrapped a casual
towel around my waist and walked to the front door.
Water was still running off of my chest as I pulled the door open
to find myself face to face with Susan. She was supposed to be with my
sister for the weekend, but her outfit exposed so much more flesh than
it covered that I didn't care. Her fifteen-year-old Teeny Bopper body
was clad in a skin tight halter and the most minuscule short-shorts
I've ever seen.
Susan is a tall slender blond with long luscious legs, a tight
sculptured ass, pear shaped breasts, hazel eyes and she's every bit as
beautiful as any model. For two years I'd watched her change from a
pretty girl-child into one of the sexiest girl-women on earth. Several
months ago she began to suntan with my sister on a regular basis and
watching her became an obsession. Until you've seen her bikini-clad
body glowing in the sun you haven't seen anything.
She usually untied her top to avoid tan lines, and often forgot (or
pretended to forget?) that the cloth was not fastened around her. On
more than one occasion she had shown her naked breasts in their
entirety. I'm not ashamed to admit the sight of her inspired me to
jerk-off. I'd rather jerk-off looking at her in a bikini than some
babe in a magazine. Yes, I've sent my jizz flying over many center-
folds whose subjects couldn't hold a candle to her. You can imagine my
delight at finding her on the front porch.
My sixteen-year-old, sex-starved penis reacted like a cobra prepar-
ing to strike, throbbing and quivering against the towel as it filled
with blood. First it tried to bound straight up but the weight of the
fabric was too great. It made a noticeable tent and Susan's eyes
widened when she noticed.
I was in pain, yet too embarrassed to reach down and adjust myself.
After several agonizing seconds my straining cock rolled to one side,
escaped the towel and sprang straight up. My seven inches must have
been more spectacular than I thought, because Susan gasped.
"Sorry, I thought you were Paul." The towel began to slip and I
reached down to hold it in place. It would have been pointless to try
to hide my erection behind my hands at that point, yet I didn't want
to lose the last remnant of modesty and rewrapped the towel tightly.
Susan looked into my eyes, her expression one of delicious amuse-
ment. She had me, and she knew it. "Is this how you greet my brother?"
"No! I mean- Yes. No. I just got out of the shower, damnit,
and....
Oh, never mind. What are you doing here anyway? You're supposed to be
at the beach with my sister!"
"Last night I decided not to go and called Mary. Didn't she tell
you?" Susan glanced down. Her eyes seemed to stare through the towel.
They lingered for a few moments, sizing me up before looking back up
to my eyes.
"No, she didn't. But why would she tell me that you weren't going
with her? What difference would it make to me?" A thousand wild
thoughts raced at a million miles an hour through my mind. Everything
this beautiful creature did was important to me, and only I knew it.
"Normally she probably wouldn't; but I asked her to tell you I was
coming over. I left my bikini here yesterday and I need it back. I
guess she forgot."
"I guess she did."
It seemed that my state was also effecting Susan. Her nipples were
large and swollen, straining like plump, ripe cherries under the
halter. I yearned for the moment when I could touch and indulge myself
in their excitement. Somehow, someday, I would overcome my apprehen-
sion. For now, the sight and my thoughts were enough.
My eyes boldly traced her chest, past the flat expanse of her
tummy, and came to a rest between her thighs. The fabric was stretched
taut; a faint crease limned the outline of her pussy lips.
It was clear that she wore no panties. The pulsing cock under my
towel wished it were the fabric wedged against her tender labia. I
wondered if she was as wet as I was horny.
"Well?"
"Well what?" I jumped and looked away from her crotch, feeling
ashamed of my thoughts.
"Well?" The music of her fragile voice brought me back from never-
never land. Susan giggled. The fact that I had been consuming her with
my eyes seemed not to bother her. "Can I come in and get my bikini?"
"Oh. Uh, sure." I stepped aside.
Susan's body followed her jiggling breasts as she stepped past me;
twitching buttocks rounded the back of her shorts. I closed the door
and turned to watch her walk across the living room, and whistled
under my breath when she turned the corner into the hall and disap-
peared towards Mary's room at the far end.
After a few moments I followed her, but paused half-way down the
unlit corridor. The door to my sister's room was open and Susan's
reflection was clear in the mirror. She reached into the dresser and
pull out a blue bikini, held the tiny cloths in front of her body and
admired herself in the mirror. Then something unexpected happened. She
set the bikini down and began to undress.
She removed her halter and I had a perfect view of her breasts. I
gasped when her hands rose to fondle them, pinching and squeezing the
swollen nipples until they were dark pink and seemed ready to explode.
She twisted and pulled with such force that I'd have thought she must
be hurting herself had I not seen the look of ecstasy on her face.
Finally she cupped the pointed mounds and admired her handiwork in the
mirror. Then her hands dropped below my line of sight.
She was taking off her shorts and it was agonizing not to be able
to see. After a few moments I realized that her hands were doing more
than removing clothes. It took every ounce of self-control to keep
from rushing in on her. Instead I let my towel fall to the floor and
began to jerk myself off. When Susan lifted one hand to her mouth and
licked her fingers, I nearly came on the carpet.
After licking the fingers of both hands Susan picked up the bottom
of her bikini and began to put it on. When she bent over to tie it,
the profile of her breasts revealed the size of her pink nipples.
Dangling out against the white backdrop of the wall, each swollen bud
was a dollar-sized table set with a thumb-sized protrusion a full
half-inch long. I nearly came again.
Her hands came up to her breasts once more. Her fingers pinched and
pulled out on her nipples and she closed her eyes from the pleasure
while she twirled them roughly. Her eyes were still closed when she
reached for the top of her bikini and settled it over her breasts. The
tiny triangles barely covered her areolae, and left most of the mounds
bare.
My hand was still wrapped around my cock and stroking furiously
when Susan suddenly opened her eyes. Peripheral vision told me she was
looking at me in the mirror, but like anyone caught in the act I
didn't want to believe it. I stopped stroking, but avoided direct eye
contact with a faint hope that she didn't see anything; that hope was
dashed when I felt the heat of stare on my manhood. Finally, I could
avoid it no longer and lifted my eyes; they met hers in the mirror.
It was a confusing moment. She must have wondered how long I had
been watching her, and I wondered how long she had been aware of me.
My heart raced. If I didn't make the first move I'd lose her. Her eyes
widened as my hand returned to its labor, but she continued to watch.
I stroked myself slowly wondering what to do next.
Susan must have read my mind; the hands fumbling behind her back
reversed their work and the bikini bra fell away. Her torso was now as
naked as my own. We watched each other; I stroked my cock faster and
she began to fondle her breasts. I stepped slowly toward my sister's
room and Susan looked at me with pleading eyes. Overcome by desire, I
misread her expression. The closer I got the more I wanted her, but I
failed to see her reaction. By the time I reached the doorway she was
trying frantically to replace her top. I froze in place.
"Please don't," I begged. "I promise not to come any closer and I
won't try anything. Just let me finish. If you don't, I think I'm
going to die."
"I've heard promises before." Susan was still facing the mirror.
She looked naked except for the strings around her back and waist and
the strip of cloth that disappeared between her luscious buttocks.
"If you didn't trust me you'd already have bolted." I began to
stroke my throbbing erection again. "Please turn around and let me see
your breasts."
Susan shrugged and turned around. "I must be crazy," she muttered,
then let her top fall to the floor. "You better not try anything."
"I'm the crazy one." I felt the first quakes of orgasm rake my
body. My knees weakened.
"Why?"
"For making that promise before I got a good look at you." I was in
such pleasure that my hips thrust uncontrollably into my pounding
hand. "You're twice as beautiful as I ever imagined and it looks like
your breasts need a pair of hot lips. Do you want those nipples
sucked? As much as I want to suck them?"
"Maybe..." Susan blushed, she touched her nipples and her eyes
stared into mine. "...I want to let you but it's best if I don't. At
least not yet."
"Why?" I stared back.
"Please." Her eyes fell to my cock. "You promised not to try
anything and I want to watch you."
"It doesn't matter, now. It's too late for me to try anything. I'm
going to come!"
My hand moved faster and faster, and my balls retracted in prepa-
ration for what was about to happen. I rose up on my toes. My hand
became a blur of motion on my cock and every muscle in my body
strained.
"Do you want to lie down or something?" Susan asked with concern in
her voice, and gestured toward the bed.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!" I chanted. I was pinned on the verge
of ecstacy for an eternity. The pleasure built and built, and I
expected the mother of all orgasms. I leaned against the door jamb for
support and my free hand moved to my aching testicles and milked them
gently trying, nursing my orgasm along.
"Let me see, Susan. Take off that G-string and show it to me."
"You promised!" Susan took a step back. Her eyes never left the
mass of my erection.
"Please. I'm gonna come any second. Just let me see it. Show me
your pussy."
"Damn!" Susan sounded angry, yet she reached for the knot on her G-
string. "I knew this would get out of hand."
"Yes. Please. Yes!" The first wave of orgasm rose monstrously and
the anticipation of seeing her pussy overwhelmed body and soul.
"Hurry! I have to see it before I come!"
Susan pulled the tiny triangle to one side. Golden pussy hair came
into view, and then her pink lips bulged out, moist and swollen.
Clawed fingers tugged the crotch of her G-string aside and she reached
down with her other hand. Middle and index fingers paralleled her
young slit, and she spread herself, revealing open, flowered inner
lips. She held them apart while her free hand came down to toy and rub
her clit. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her clit extended
from the knotted sheath of flesh like a sword. A finger disappeared
between slippery inner lips and reappeared covered with creamy excite-
ment. The fragrance of her sex hung in the air--honey-suckle on a
hot
summer day. She must have known I'd imagine it's flavor, for she
seductively lifted the glistening finger to her mouth. The playful
smile on her face became a rictus of release as she again reached for
her sex. Both hands pulled her pussy wide and I saw the secrets of her
tight, red hole. At that moment orgasm overcame my body and soul.
When the first shot flew eight feet across the room and landed on
the wall, Susan squealed with wonder. The second shot didn't fare so
well, but still travelled more than five feet to land on my sister's
bed. The next few were more like dribbling gushers than anything else.
Then I trembled and quaked and a massive stream shot out against the
wall again. Susan gasped and my cock exploded several more times as I
fell to the carpet, exhausted.
When I came to my senses I knew it had been no dream. I was naked
on the carpet in my sister's bedroom. There was come on the wall, on
Mary's bed, on the carpet and all over me. I sat up in a daze. Susan
must have left in a hurry; the come was still fresh and her shorts and
halter were on the floor. I picked up the shorts to hold them to my
face and even the recent orgasms couldn't keep my cock from responding
to their rich aroma. Thought of her young pussy had me hard again in
seconds, but I knew I'd have to wait. Jerking-off alone would never be
the same again.
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