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My Story by Mary (g solo best gf gm incest fm oral first discovery)
By Lawrence David
The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person,
living or dead, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional.
There may be references to real people in a historical context but
they are not characters in this story and are not, in any way,
associated with the central events of this story.
WARNING:
This story contains material with explicit and sexual content that
some may find offensive and may be illegal in some regions.
You must STOP reading if:
1. your are underage (below 18 in all cases or 21 in some regions),
2. this type of material is illegal under any circumstances in your
region,
3. you are offended by explicit or graphic sexual content,
4. you are offended by profanity or graphic language,
5. you are offended by references to religous entities outside
of the context of religous worship,
6. you have no imagination.
Thank you and enjoy. LHD.
Chapter 1
I like sex. No, let me rephrase that, I LOVE sex. I have had wonderful
experiences, lovers, and teachers and I REALLY LOVE sex!
For you to really appreciate what I mean you need to hear my story. It
is tale of awakening, exploration, and thrilling love making. I don't
know if my experiences are unique, I hope not - I wish everybody could
enjoy sex this much, but all I know is that, so far, I have had a
marvelous time enjoying my body, others bodies, and giving joy in a way
that I can only describe as profound.
My story begins when I was 11 years old. Obviously there were some
aspects of my earlier life that contributed to where I was at 11 but I
can safely say it was at this point in my life that my awakening began.
At the time I lived in a small rural Ohio town. The town is not
important and I would prefer not to give out too much information to
protect the reputation of some of my lovers and friends who still live
there. Suffice it to say that this town had a small school and there
was lots of open and wooded space between homes. At the time I thought
this was a major shortcoming but, as it turned out, became a significant
advantage in my awakening.
My birthday is in May and it was shortly after my 11th birthday that my
mother decided her daughter needed to be told a few things about her
body and "the birds and the bees". My mother did not plan on telling me
about sex because this would have been too embarrassing for her (and me
as well). Also, at 11, I was about as interested in sex as learning how
to skin a cat. So imagine the scene where my mother, already
embarrassed out of her mind, suggests that we have a little "talk" and
me, who was more interested in playing with dolls, our dog Dutch, or
walking in the woods behind our house. I had no idea what she wanted to
talk about and for the first 10-15 minutes was still clueless as to what
she was talking about. It wasn't that I was completely ignorant, after
all, my school friends talked about sex (or what, in their limited
knowledge, thought was sex) but I had little interest in those
discussions because they were usually discussed from some pretty gross
perspectives. The real problem was that my mother just couldn't get on
track in this discussion. You know, she would say dumb things like
"Mary, you know that every living thing has babies right?"
"Uh, sure mom. Like didn't you have two or was I really adopted?"
This would set her back and she would giggle nervously. Man, I never
saw my mother act this way. So then she would say "Well babies are God's
gift to a husband and wife for living a good and wholesome life."
"But mom, our cat Sheila didn't have a husband or live a wholesome life"
(she always got into trouble) "and she had lots of babies!" and this
would set my mother off on a new topic. Looking back it was pretty damn
funny but at the time I was completely confused. Eventually, however,
she finally got to the point and it was clear that
1) she wanted to explain how my maturing body was changing and what to
expect.
2) she wanted to warn me about the risks of even thinking about sex so
that I didn't even consider sex until I was a 30 year old married woman.
Unfortunately for my mother I had too much curiosity to leave the
conversation to this fairly limited set of information. So I asked
questions and the more questions I asked the more my mother became
flustered, the more she kept bringing up the risks, and the more curious
I became.
It's not that this conversation was stirring up a burning wanton desire
in me, I think I may have been a bit too young for that but the more she
told me the more I tried to imagine how it all "worked". My mother was
pretty clinical about my body (at least how the ovaries had eggs, how
the baby would be born from these eggs and delivered through the birth
canal, and how and why the menstruation cycle happened). What she
didn't explain, at first, is how the eggs got fertilized so I asked.
"Well, Mary dear" my mother, turning pink, said "your loving husband
will comfort and care for you and you will have wonderful babies."
"But how? If the eggs are in my ovaries how do the eggs get
fertilized?"
"This is kind of complicated dear."
"Mom, I know that you need to have sex to have a baby. It's ok for you
to tell me about it."
"Ummm, well yes, you and your husband will make love. I prefer this
phrase to 'having sex' - that sounds so crude."
"Ok, so tell me about 'making love'." I couldn't help emphasizing
'making love' since my mother was making such a big deal about it.
Clearing her throat she finally said "well men and women are built
differently."
"Mother! I know that! I've seen male and female dogs and know there's
a difference!"
My mother was finally reaching the point where she wanted to get this
over with so she started getting more detailed.
"OK, I'm sorry, I just a bit embarrassed talking about this. This isn't
an easy subject to discuss."
"It's ok mom, I can handle it."
"Ok dear. Well, you know that males and females are different and I
explained how your body works so let me try to explain how male bodies
work.
"Since you have a vagina, males have a penis that enters the vagina when
making love and fertilizes the egg. That's pretty much it."
"But mom, how can a penis enter a woman's vagina if the vagina is so
small?"
Mom really started to turn red on this question.
"Well dear, when you, I mean, a woman is making love [she didn't want me
to imagine ME making love] the vagina enlarges and opens up a bit. This
makes it easier for a penis to enter."
"But how does the vagina 'know' when to do this?"
"Ummm, well... You see when the husband and wife are REALLLLY in love
and their bodies start changing to make it easier to make love."
Now we're getting somewhere! I'm thinking.
"Ok, so the vagina changes and opens up a bit. I still don't understand
how can the penis can enter."
"Mary do you have to ask all these questions?" My mother asked getting
very flustered now. "I guess you do but some things you will just have
to take my word for it and we can talk more when you get older ok."
"Sure mom, but I'm still confused."
"Ok, ahem... you now understand the vagina enlarges when making love?"
"Yeah mom, we just went over that - we're talking about the penis!"
"Ok ok, I'm getting to that. The penis also..." Mom coughs, clears her
throat, shifts in her seat, and says "well... also enlarges when the
husband makes love."
"Enlarges! Doesn't this make it even harder to make love?" I asked
really surprised and confused now.
"Well, umm, no. Not exactly." After Mom takes a deep breath she says
"It's funny you should use the word 'harder' because this is what
happens. The penis becomes stiffer so that it can stretch the vagina
and enter it."
"Oh, doesn't that hurt?" I thinking that this 'stretching' of my vagina
is not a good thing.
"Well, the first time a husband and wife make love it hurts the wife a
little bit because she has a protective piece of skin called the
'hymen'. This skin stretches and, well, breaks to allow the penis to
enter. It doesn't hurt much and it is only for a little while. After
that the vagina stretches fairly easily and the wife can be happy making
love to her husband."
"So the hymen breaking is where the woman loses her virginity?"
"Yes but it's ok since the woman is married to the man." My Mom tells me
continually driving home the point that being married is the only proper
time to be making love. In fact, if I take Mom's explanation literally,
you couldn't physically make love unless you were married. At the time
I'm hearing this, however, I'm thinking this is ok since Mom's
explanation isn't exactly making me want to do this. In fact, it's
making me wonder if I want to get married at all but my curiosity is
still unsatisfied about one thing.
"Mom, how can a penis fertilize an egg? Doesn't the man pee from his
penis?"
Mom was just starting to think we were done when I ask this so she
decided to ratttle off her answer quickly and then try to end the
conversation.
"Yes, Mary, the 'husband' [again the emphasis on being married] does pee
from his penis but when it becomes excited the penis can no longer pee
but produces sperm instead. The sperm is produced in a sac that is
below the penis and only comes out when the husband is making love. Now
dear, I have to finish some housework. I hope this has been helpful.
If you have any other questions you can ask me another time. I'll see
you later." and with that got up quickly and retreated to her bedroom.
So here I am, I just learned a lot - most of which I didn't want to hear
in the first place but it certainly had more information than I had
gotten from the school girl conversations - although they tended to be
much more graphic there was far too much inconsistency in the opinions
to trust the information from my 11 year old girl friends... One thing
that Mom said in her last statement caught my attention, however, and I
couldn't get it out of my mind. When she first explained about the
penis entering the vagina she said it became 'enlarged' but when she
blurted out the last explanation she used the word 'excited'. I thought
that was strange. The picture she was originally painting was one of a
loving couple blissfully hugging and then 'making love' to have a baby.
This is the first time she said something about excitement - curious. I
thought about it briefly but then put it in the back of my mind. I
wanted to get back to playing with my dolls, etc.
Later that night when I was taking my bath I thought about what my
mother had told me about my body. As I said I was 11 years old and
pretty much a stick figure at that point and was just starting to swell
at my breasts. I never really thought about my body and had not started
having my period yet (I hardly knew about this until today and, from
what my mother told me, I wasn't looking forward to it either - yuck!).
But some of the things Mom told me made me curious so I decided to "take
a look" at these 'new' parts of my body.
I found my mother's little makeup mirror in the vanity drawer and sat on
the edge of the tub. I spread my legs and held the mirror below my
vagina so I could see. At first I really couldn't see any detail, just
how my body curved from my belly down to the slit where I pee from and
continuing toward my butt. Since my mom described how my vagina opened
up a bit to 'make love' I decided to open up the slit with my fingers to
see what my vagina looked like. A couple of things occurred when I did
this. First, I got a much better understanding on how 'things' fit
together down there but, more interestingly, I realized that these parts
were much more sensitive than I thought. Of course, whenever I had
washed myself I noticed that my 'private parts' were sensitive but I
never really explored this because I just assumed that this sensitivity
was just a natural protection mechanism. But as I explored these regions
with new interest I found that certain areas I touched were far more
sensitive than others. As I was doing this the feeling I was getting
was very strange. Even areas that I had touched before and never really
seemed sensitive were now causing an odd stirring in me as I touched
myself. I opened up the slit to see the vagina but even as my other
fingers touched my thighs I was feeling a tingling I hadn't ever
experienced. The more I explored the more this feeling heightened
almost everywhere I touched. I started to notice that the coloring of
the whole lower abdomen started changing; first to pink then to a deeper
reddish color like my lower body was blushing heavily. Then I noticed
that I didn't need to hold the slit open as much as it seemed to open on
its own as my vulva and vagina 'lips' seemed to swell. This reminded me
of my mother's comments about the vagina openning up a bit to make love.
But I'm not making love. I don't have a loving husband who is making my
body change. I'm just looking and touching and my body's changing.
What's going on here?
Needless to say, this called for more exploration! Besides, this is
starting to feel kind of nice! So after noticing the swelling and my
vagina openning up a bit I looked closer and realized that this part
that I pee from has gotten much larger and was swelling like a large pea
(that's pea not pee!). I thought this was curious and as I put my finger
on the spot to move it slightly to take a closer look a bolt of
electricity ran through me and I literally jumped and almost dropped the
mirror. WHOA! Now this is getting REALLY interesting! I decided to sit
on the vanity so I can spread my legs further and place the mirror so I
could use both hands to explore but still watch. I zoomed in on my
'pea' and started to touch it in earnest. As I touched each side the
electricity kept increasing, my breathing started to become strained but
I didn't mind - this was something I had never felt before - I'm not
stopping now! As I touched myself with my right hand I was using my
left hand to hold open the slit but as my breathing became heavier and I
was feeling more and more out of it I had to lean back so I moved my
left hand to my belly. As I did this I felt like my hand was being
pulled by some invisible force closer and closer to my breasts. As I
touched my breast another jolt of electricity! God! What's happening
to me? And don't make it stop!
I was out of control now! The house could have fallen on me and I
wouldn't have stopped! I just had to continue to touch my spot and my
breasts and feel the excitement rise to where I was no longer breathing
- or maybe I was breathing too hard - I don't know because I was
completely gone to some new place and all of a sudden the whole world
exploded! Every muscle in my body did something - I don't know what -
expanded, contracted, both - I have no idea, it just happened and I must
have screamed because the next thing I know is that there was a heavy
knocking on the bathroom door.
"Mary! Are you all right? What happened? Please open the door!"
Oh shit! My mother heard me scream - I don't want her to know what I was
doing. I was completely breathless but had to keep her from coming in!
"Yes Mom. I'm Ok. I, uh, ummm, I just slipped in the tub and it
surprised me and I screamed. I'm sorry to scare you. I'm fine. I'll
be out in a few minutes."
"Ok dear, you really scared me."
Scared her! For crying out loud I scared the shit out of me! What
happened? What's this all about? Why did I feel these things and why
now when I'm not a 30 year old married woman? Hmmm, I'm beginning to
think there is more to this than what my mother told me and I'm also
beginning to think I'm going to like what I find out!
As I recovered my breathing I found that I was all sweaty - every part
of my body, every pore was sweating! I don't think I've ever had a
workout like this and it wasn't even work! As I bent back over to take a
look to see if I 'broke' something in my vagina I noticed that I had
REALLY sweated down there! There was a stream of fluid leaking out of
my vagina and down between my ass crack. This scared me. I hope I didn't
break anything! It didn't look like sweat because it was completely
clear. I touched the liquid and was amazed at how slippery it was. As
I touched my body through the liquid I started feeling new jolts of
electricity but this time it was even stronger since there was
absolutely no friction - there was only this heavenly silky feeling of
stimulation. God I wanted to play some more but the fright I got at
almost getting caught convinced me that I needed to find a place where I
could do my exploration safely. I cleaned up the counter and took a
quick dip in the tub to rinse off the sweat and the other liquid and
left to explore these new feelings another day.
Chapter 2.
A couple of days later my mother and I were shopping in a local
department store and in the makeup section I saw a small makeup mirror
similar to the one I had used a few days earlier (of course, my use of
it had absolutely nothing to do with makeup but that wasn't my concern).
This sparked an idea and I asked my mother if she would get it for me so
I could start to learn how to apply makeup. I think my mother was so
traumatized by our 'sex education' discussion she immediately said yes -
maybe relieved that I wasn't permanently scarred by her fumbled
conversation. Little did she know that I was far from scarred by the
conversation (or subsequent events) but, on the contrary, was a totally
new person as a result. The mirror I chose had a nice protective
carrying case that fit very nicely into my plans for this new
acquisition.
It was late when we got home from the store and dinner would be ready
soon so I was going to have to wait to try out my new 'toy' to its full
extent but I did use the mirror later that night to check 'things' out
as I had done a couple of days ago. I locked my bedroom door and got in
bed with only my nightgown on on. Usually I kept my panties on under my
nighgown but for what I had in mind I didn't want to bother with these
since they would be off soon enough anyway. I climbed into bed and
rather than putting my head near the pillow I sat facing the pillow, or
more precisely, facing the end table with my light. I lifted up my
nightgown and openned my legs so the light gave me a clear view of my
vagina and bottom. I got my new mirror and angled it so I had a good
view. I had to reposition myself so the mirror didn't block the light
so, once I had, the light lighting from a slight angle tended to add
contrast to my curves and actually accented the appearance.
After I had lost all control the other day I didn't dare touch myself
the same way as I had then but did explore a bit to examine my vagina
entrance a little closer. I wanted to figure out why that fluid had
appeared after my first exploration. As I looked and move things about
I started to feel that excitement I had felt before. I really wanted to
go on but didn't dare since I knew I would not be able to control myself
and I would end up getting caught. I wanted to do this on my own terms
and didn't want to do anything that would risk my exploration. I
resolved to stop tonight before I got out of control so moved my hand
away from my vagina. As I did and the lips closed I noticed a slight
glistening that looked like a bit of the fluid that I saw after my
previous exciting adventure. There wasn't as much as there was before
but it had the same slickness that it did before. Curious. I've never
seen this before but it seems to appear when I get excited. Hmmmm, more
to explore when I have my day 'out'.
The next two days were very frustrating because I had to help Mom with
chores around the house and couldn't get 'out'. Finally, on Saturday, I
didn't have any chores and was able to continue my explorations.
About two miles from our house is a pond that is in the woods and is a
natural spring fed pond. Being spring fed made the pond cold but kept
the water nice and clear. I think this used to be a quarry because it
was very deep and had a rock cliff rising above the water opposite a
grassy beach. The cliff seemed to be carved rather than natural. My
brother and I discovered this and we called it our swimming hole. We
would go to the pond with our swim suits and take quick dips and then
sunbathe on towels on the grassy beach. My brother would dive from the
cliffs. I tried jumping a couple of times but jumping in feet first
always forced my bathing suit up my crack and it didn't feel comfortable
and I was too scared to dive in. Eventually my brother stopped coming
to the pond because he called it 'kids stuff'. My brother is 3 years
older than me, so at 14, it wasn't any fun to come to the pond with his
kid sister. I think he occasionally came with some boys his age but,
with so much distance between houses in our area we generally did not
have a lot of time playing with other kids - my brother mostly hung out
in his room.
On this particular Saturday I grabbed a towel, my new mirror, some
snacks, drinking water and my swim suit. I really didn't have any
intention of using my swim suit but brought it along for appearances in
case my mother wondered where I was going with the towel. As I walked
through the woods I kept thinking about my first exploring experience
and became more and more excited thinking about doing this again. By
the time I reached the swimming hole I was almost breathless from
anticipation. I looked around and listened to make sure no one else was
around and then spread out my towel. Normally I put this near the
water's edge but because I felt like I wanted to be more secretive I
moved to a spot that is sheltered by some overhanging trees and really
can't be seen from overhead or anywhere else except in the quarry
itself. After satisfying myself that I was indeed alone, I started to
take off my clothes. This, in itself, made me feel weird. I've been
here before and gotten undressed to put on my swim suit but this time,
maybe because I knew I was going to stay naked and the fact that I was
already breathless from anticipation, I felt already tingly and excited
as I had gotten when playing with myself the other day. When I took off
my top I noticed my nipples were sticking out as if I had been in the
cold water. The air wasn't cold, in fact it was quite pleasant, but my
nipples were as extended as I had ever seen them. As I pulled off my
last article of clothing and stepped out of my panties I was feeling
ephoric and scared at the same time! I couldn't believe the feeling -
it was exhilarating! As much as I wanted to continue my exploration I
felt so giddy I danced and ran all around the grassy area basking in my
nakedness. I'm thinking - wow, I've never felt so excited before. This
is fun, I love the sun showering all of my body with warmth. I love
being exposed like this. This is clearly a new beginning for me!
While I enjoyed the dancing and prancing I really did want to get 'down
to business' and went over to my towel, got out my mirror, and sat on
the towel. As I spread my legs and aligned the mirror I was immediately
struck that my vagina was already puffy and open and glistening like
crazy. Wow! The first time I saw this liquid I was really scared that
I had 'broken' something but then I noticed it the other night when I
was excitedly examining myself. It must be that this liquid appears
when I get excited. When I touched the liquid I again noticed how
slippery it was. I started to think - if this liquid appears from my
vagina when I get excited and the penis has to stretch the vagina when
it enters it then the liquid must help the penis slip into the vagina.
Makes sense but it sure has nothing to do with being an old married
woman like my mother was trying to tell me and it sure seems to have a
LOT to do with being excited. I then thought back on the comment my
mother slipped out about the penis getting stiff when it is excited.
Wow - if the man feels anything like I do when I'm excited then this
'making love' stuff must sure be a hell of lot more than simply 'hugging
in a loving way' as my mother explained to me. I'm now thinking my
mother might have given me a bunch of facts but I sure have a whole lot
of addtional learning to do to really understand this sex stuff...
My immediate attention went to the spot that got me started the other
night. This time I did not have to open the lips to my vagina. The spot
was already pronounced and buldging from the folds. I set the mirror up
with a rock holding it up so I would have both hands free and touched my
spot with my right index finger. JOLTS of electricity as I touched it!
As I moved my finger MORE JOLTS! I moved my finger to the leaking
liquid that felt so slick and then moved it back to my spot and I COULD
DIE!!! God this felt good! I continued the motion moving more and more
liquid up to the spot angling my finger so more of its length was
touching me and the fire starting rising. I accidently brushed my thigh
and more sparks. I moved my left hand to my thigh and gently stroked
the inside of the thigh - I can't breath - this is too much. I was no
longer thinking of what I was doing. My hands had a mind of their own -
moved by an invisible force. It's for sure I couldn't have directed
them - my mind was totally gone. My breathing was so forced and heavy
the sound was echoing throughout the quarry. And then lightening
struck! I exploded, I convulsed, I died, I went to heaven, I was reborn,
I would never be the same. I heard the thunder and then realized it was
my groans and screams echoing off the walls. God how could this be so
good and I never knew! How can I ever stop this now that I do know?
Somewhere during all of this I must have laid back because I found
myself on my back drenched in sweat trying to gather my breath. Every
part of me was tingling - seriously - from my toes to the tips of my
hair. I had never felt anything like this and had to rest and
immediately dozed off. I woke up sometime later - not sure exactly how
long I was out but had such a glowing feeling I felt like I had slept a
thousand years! I discovered I still had my hand in my crotch and my
left hand was on my breasts. I wiggled my right finger and felt a twinge
but felt my spot was now relaxed and no longer protruding. I thought
this might be a good time to see (and not touch - at least, for the
moment) how I was 'put together' down there. I sat back up and
repositioned the mirror (that somehow had gotten knocked down). I
carefully openned the lips trying not to get things started again. I
was still wet with liquid but most of it had drained between my ass
crack onto the towel. I pulled the folds apart and was able to look
inside my vagina. By angling my body and mirror I was able to see a
restricted space where the skin narrowed down to a very small opening.
This must be the hymen I thought. It seems like it's in a ways, I
wonder what it feels like if I touch it. With this I took my finger and
gently got it slick with the remaining liquid and started to probe the
entrance and push my finger inside me. As I pushed my finger in I start
getting that tingly feeling again but it's not increasing as rapidly as
before. Clearly the 'spot' makes me get excited quickly but this
feeling is exciting also but in a totally different way. I'm getting a
feeling of daring for putting something inside me but also getting a
sense of filling up almost as if I was hungry in someway and I'm filling
my tummy. It really is uncanny how I'm enjoying this as I slowly work
my finger inside me. The invisible hands again guide me to slowly pull
my finger back out and then move it back in slightly deeper this time.
As I do this my finger become more lubricated by liquid and it looks
like I'm making more of it again. I'm no longer surprised by this. I'm
now convinced the liquid is a lubricant and is directly related to my
excitement level. By now I'm starting to get that all over feeling and
start rubbing my breasts with my left hand. I decide (or was it my
invisible guide?) to start moving my finger so that the base of the
finger rubs my 'spot' while the tip works its way inside me. Oh I'm
back in heaven - did you miss me? I'm so glad to be back - I can't tell
you - mostly because I can no longer breathe. I can no longer think -
all I can do is feel and I'm feeling thousands of lightening bolts
running through me. I'm on my back again - I writhing about on the
towel. I'm pushing my finger in me and have hit a stop so I just rub
from there to my spot - it feels SOOOOOOOO GOOOD! ARRGH, GOD, OH IT
FEELS SO GOOD! Once again - thunder, lightening, crashing, thrashing,
ecstasy! Lord, I'm out of breath. Every muscle feels weak. Every pore
is pouring sweat. Every cell feels at peace...
I just lay on the towel for what seemed like an eternity and finally got
up. Totally drained and, by now, so used to my nakedness that I just
nonchalantly walked to the water's edge and dove in. The feel of the
cold water against my sweaty skin felt amazingly refreshing and I was
able to stay in a lot longer than usual. It felt so good to just roll
around in the water completely free of any clothes and restrictions.
This experience alone would have been worth the trip to the swimming
hole. I really felt one with the world and wished everyone could feel
this free.
Eventually the cold was too much to bear and I got out of the water and
sort of drip dried while slowly walking around in the sun and, again,
enjoying my nakedness. This could become habit forming I thought. I
finally got dressed and went home satisfied that my exploration had
reaped many worthwhile benefits.
Over the summer, whenever I got the chance I would repeat this
experience but with increasing levels of exploration and curiosity.
After going to the pond just a couple of times I realized that it was
fairly easy to determine if the area was unoccupied or not and I moved
the towel out into the open closer to the water's edge. I was able to
determine that it was relatively easy for me to see all the places that
could look on the grassy beach area. I did this by bringing our dog
Dutch to the swimming hole. Dutch is a 3 year old Golden Retriever who
loves to explore. I brought him on a leash and then let him loose to
explore the area. I didn't 'do' anything this time but kept an eye on
Dutch and found that most of the time I could see him as he explored the
whole area. The few places where I couldn't see him I explored myself
and was satisfied that you really couldn't see the beach from those
areas either. After this I felt totally at ease to be able to do
whatever I want and be able to quickly hide and get dressed if someone
happened on the quarry. As I became more experienced at thrilling myself
with touches I started to think about the other part of the 'making
love' equation. How does the penis work? What does it really look
like? What does it feel like? If my touches to certain spots makes me
excited when I'm not married, what causes a man to become excited? I
expect that it's touches but where and how?
I didn't find any information that would help answer these questions. I
considered asking my mother some more questions but decided that I
probably wouldn't get what I wanted to know and would probably make my
mother suspicious if I asked questions that imply that I know more than
she's already told me. I just figured I find out eventually and enjoyed
myself in ways I already did know.
Chapter 3
With Fall and Winter arriving my trips to the swimming hole became
limited. If it was reasonably fair I would go and simply pull down my
pants and enjoy myself but I longed for the warm sunny days when I could
get totally naked again. Over the winter I started getting my period.
When my mother first told me about this I thought it would be totally
gross but now that I'm enjoying my body I guess I figured that this was
part of growing up and might make life a little more interesting. So I
welcomed the new stage in my life. Of course, it helped that my breasts
were starting to form into something that actually threw a shadow! I
started wearing real bras - earlier I had tried training bras but
thought these were pretty silly. There was nothing to support and why
bother feeling constrained when there's nothing to constrain?
With my breasts now forming and my hips widening I was finally starting
to look like a girl. I guess I still looked gawky - most of my friends
complained they felt that way but I felt so good about myself that I
didn't share the same sense of gawkiness that they complained about.
Looking back I think this did a couple of things for me. First, in their
effort to feel better about themselves my friends would do really dumb
things like hang out with creeps just because they would say they looked
beautiful. I didn't need to do this - I felt beautiful. And because I
felt beautiful I guess I had a confidence that showed in my appearance
and drew looks from older boys. Some of my so called friends accused me
of being stuck up but my good friends just said the others were jealous.
In any case I felt just fine about myself and didn't need to do anything
stupid to get someone's attention.
By the time summer rolled around I couldn't wait to begin my summer full
of unabashed fun at the swimming hole. I was 12 and with my nicer shape
found my first trip to the 'hole' a most satisfying experience. My
breasts were much more sensitive now that they were large enough to hold
on to. They were not big but they were mine and I enjoyed them! I
howled with that first lovely fully naked orgasm of summer. My next
phase of pleasure came quite unexpectedly.
A couple of weeks into the summer I was washing Dutch in the big washtub
we had outside and was surprised when I saw that his penis was extended
as he sat in the bath water. I'm not sure why but I guessed that I must
have rubbed him the wrong way (or the right way depending on your
perspective) when I was scrubbing him. When I saw the penis I flushed
and my breath became shortened. I thought this odd. I guess I was just
taken aback that I could excite Dutch. I was really curious now and
wanted to check this out more but knew this was not the right place to
do this. Fortunately, washing Dutch was the last chore of the day and I
had the afternoon free and had already planned to visit the 'hole'. I
decided I would bring Dutch with me and extend my learning experience a
bit more.
As I walked through the woods with Dutch I realized that this was just
like the first time I went to the 'hole' to experiment. I had a hard
time walking because I was completely out of breath. I was as excited
about this as I was exploring my own body. I looked down at Dutch and
said "I hope you enjoy this as much as I think I am." Dutch just looked
back at me but I think he smiled...
When we got to the swimming hole I spread my blanket (I switched from a
towel so I would have more space to spread out) and quickly undressed.
By now my heart is racing. What kind of weirdo was I being turned on by
a dog. Furthermore I really didn't know what I was going to do with
him. All I know is that I would get a chance to explore a real live
penis! I sat down on the blanket and brought Dutch over to the blanket
and got him to lie down on his side. This was easy to do, Dutch was
such a cooperative dog. We'll see just how cooperative he'll be. I
thought I'd rub his belly to make him feel relaxed and as soon as I
started rubbing he immediately rolled on his back and spread his legs.
Talk about relaxed - he was a hell of lot more relaxed than I was at
this point!
My first thought is that I want to see how he's 'put together'. I had
seen him like this before and touched him while washing but never really
focused on touching his penis or testicles (I learned this word by
trying to get more information on the 'sac below the penis' my mother
told me about). I gently reached out and touched the furry skin
covering his penis. I wasn't sure if he would object or even bite me so
I wanted to go slowly. He didn't seemed to mind as I touched him and I
became braver and explored a bit more. I leaned closer so I could have
a good look while I touched him. I reached behind his penis and touched
his testicle sac. I was surprised how firm the testicles were. I
didn't want to hurt him but was really interested in feeling how the
testicles felt so firm and seemed loosely placed within his sac. I
guess my explorations were having an effect on him because I noticed
some pink skin starting to extend from the skin covering his penis. My
heart was really racing now and I felt my ankle getting wet from the
drippings from my vagina. I moved my attentions back to Dutch's penis
and started to touch the furry skin again. Since it seemed that
stroking my sex parts made me excited I figured this might have the same
effect on Dutch. I started to gently rub the skin along the length of
his penis. Almost immediately his penis grew out of the furry covering
- it was fascinating to watch and exciting to know I was causing this.
I took my free hand and started to touch myself while I stroked Dutch's
penis. The penis became very large - much larger than I had expected
and I moved my hand to the bare skin. I think Dutch might have jumped a
little when I touched the bare skin but I know I felt what seemed like a
shock as I wrapped my fingers around my first penis. This is what I
thought at that moment. This is my penis. I am making it excited. I
am making it hard. I want to give this penis pleasure. I now stroked
the extended penis as Dutch's breathing became heavier. I knew I was
having the right effect and my other hand was having the right effect on
me. I decided to use some of my fluid to help lubricate my hand on
Dutch's penis so I grabbed a bunch from my bottom and swapped hands. As
I placed the silky liquid hand on Dutch's penis I'm sure I could
visualize Dutch's eyes rolling back into his head as he let out a long
sigh. I didn't see this happen - my eyes were glued on his penis. I
was now rubbing quicker as I was getting excited and rubbing myself
quicker. This lasted for just a little bit longer when all of a sudden
Dutch releases a big groan and a whole bunch of liquid comes shooting
out of his penis. It was amazing! It seemed to shoot out at a jet
force and covered his belly all the way up to his head and dribbled on
the blanket. I was closely watching and it almost hit me but I was off
to the side enough that it missed me. This was too much and I had an
orgasm just as I had realized what had happened. Dutch looked up as I
screamed but I could tell that he was too much in heaven to be too
concerned about me. I fell over him and just sort of bridged him with
my elbows on one side of him and my ass in the air and knees on the
other side of him. I stayed like this for a little while catching my
breath and while I recovered I noticed a strange bulge in his penis. I
don't know exactly when this appeared but became concerned that maybe I
broke something - why do I always feel this when I'm doing something
new? I guess I relaxed when I realized that Dutch did not seem too
concerned about the bulge. I finally sat back and continued to catch my
breath while Dutch decided his penis needed cleaning which he
accomplished with his tongue.
I leaned back and laid down on the blanket with my knees in the air and
my legs slightly spread enjoying the warm sun flowing down on my body.
Dutch had been licking himself clean and seemed especially interested in
the strange smell on his penis. I guess he didn't mind the taste
because he licked himself clean and, if his noises were any indication,
was enjoying the exercise. When he shifted his position I guessed that
he was done but I could still hear his nose sniffing away. I've heard
this before when he was on the hunt but wondered what he was hunting for
now? He got up on his feet and came over and sniffed my hand and
started licking it. It was the hand I had used to bring him to orgasm
so I guessed he was sniffing the smell of his penis and sperm on my
hand. He seemed to really enjoy licking my hand and stuck his tongue
between my fingers lapping along the length and into the narrow wedge
between two fingers. I was surprised to find that the feeling was very
nice and was even more surprised when I realized that the feeling was
actually turning me on. Dutch must have cleaned everything off my
fingers as he soon stopped the licking. I have to admit that I was
disappointed since I was really beginning to like it. Dutch, however,
was still on the hunt. Here he was sniffing away and walking away from
me. I guessed he must have smelled an animal and he would soon be lost
for the rest of the afternoon but was suddenly startled when he rubbed
his nose against my ankle and started licking it. While I was startled
at first I thought about how much I enjoyed having my finger licked so
relaxed and decided to enjoy Dutch's attentions to my ankle. I leaned
all the way back and just let the feelings flow. The feeling of licks
are probably disgusting if you think of it as a dog slobbering on you
but if you think of it as a sensation to be enjoyed the feeling is quite
sensual and having the feeling on my ankle was really quite arousing and
made me glad I decided to relax and enjoy it. I was again disappointed
when it seemed, all too soon, that Dutch must have completely cleaned my
ankle because he was off on the hunt again. Oh well, I enjoyed it while
it lasted...
No sooner had I thought this when I felt Dutch's fur on the inside of
both legs. It really tickled and a lifted my head up as a reaction to
the tickle. Just as I lifted my head up I realized that Dutch had one
more quarry in mind (or should I say nose?). Here was Dutch between my
legs heading right for my vagina with his nose going a mile a minute.
It was then that I realized what had attracted Dutch's attention. I
guess he really liked the taste of my fluid and with its strong smell he
would be able to find the source even if he were blind. I had a wave of
panic and quickly closed my legs so it forced Dutch back but he jumped
around my legs and put his nose right to my crotch. I pushed him off
but as I did I thought about what Dutch wanted to do. He wanted to lick
the taste off of me and when he licked my hand and my ankle both of
these were exciting. It boggled my mind to think how Dutch licking my
vagina would feel! I held Dutch off with his collar while I thought
about this and considered the situation. Dutch wanted to lick me, it
felt good when Dutch licked me elsewhere, dogs tongues are very clean
since they use these for cleaning themselves, and I couldn't think of
anything negative about it. I was scared but, as I've already found
out, doing something when you're scared allows you to learn new things
and the feelings seem to get amplified because of the mix of excitement
and fear. Ok, I'm going to do it - I can always push Dutch off if I
don't like it. So I leaned back a little, moved Dutch aside, spread my
legs, and then slowly lead Dutch toward my crotch. Since he was a
little confused why I was so rough with him he looked in my eyes for a
little bit but then his nose started twitching. I could see he was
forgetting his confusion and getting back into the hunt as his nose
began to twitch in earnest. He put his nose near my vagina and I could
feel the air coming from his nose. God did that feel good! I took a
deep breath and watched while Dutch tentatively stuck out his tongue.
It seemed like super slow motion as I saw his tongue extend and get
closer and closer to me. Then the touch! OH MY GOD! Electric sparks as
his tongue gently lapped me. A couple more laps and then Dutch clearly
wanted more. I wanted more! We both wanted more! His tongue was now
more forceful and started licking the full length of my slit and as it
touched my 'spot' (which was in full bloom by now) I just laid back and
pushed my vagina into his face. The more he lapped the more I wanted to
get closer to him. I finally couldn't take any more and exploded with a
scream and rolling around as I had my second orgasm of the day but my
first ever where it was not induced by me. I must have squeezed my legs
together because Dutch was no longer between them. It's probably just
as well since I would have been completely out of control if Dutch had
continued. Dutch must have thought I didn't like what he did because he
was sitting a few feet from me looking like he had done something bad.
"Dutch! Come here boy." I said trying to make him feel better. Dogs are
not the type to brood and he immediately bounced up and came over to
where I could hug him and pet him. "Good boy, Dutch! That was
wonderful! I think we're going to be very good friends this summer and
spend a lot of time together." And I'm thinking "and have a lot more
fun like this..."
I decided I better take a swim to get my smells off of me before Dutch
went on the 'hunt' again. I also brought Dutch into the pond to clean
him up as well. Once again the cold water was a refreshing contrast to
the heat I felt earlier and reminded me how wonderful it is to be alive.
Chapter 4
For a couple of weeks Dutch and I had a number of enjoyable trips to the
pond where I would rub Dutch's penis until he shot his sperm and then
let Dutch go on the 'hunt'. On the fourth trip to the pond I was
thinking about how much I liked having Dutch's tongue on me and wondered
if the tongue was more sensitive than the hand. It seemed like it was
since I could feel every little detail in my mouth but didn't seem to
have the same delicate tocuh with my hand. Then I thought, I like to
touch me and I like to touch Dutch's penis. Dutch likes to lick me, I
wonder what it would be like to lick me? I can't bend that far so I
guess I'll never find out but what is it like to lick Dutch's penis? My
first reaction to this thought was "ewww, gross!" But the more I
walked, and, as always, the more excited we both got as we got closer to
the pond the more I thought I should try it. I had heard the girls at
school talk about putting a penis in their mouths but everyone reacted
as if that's gross but the girl talking about it said it really excited
the boy. I wonder what it's like? I decided it was time for another
experiment.
When we arrived at the pond I spread out the blanket and I could see
Dutch was getting excited - he was bouncing all around and I could see
his penis was already partially extended. "We're going to try something
new this time boy." as Dutch cocked his head to figure out what I was
talking about. "But first we're going to give you a little cleaning.
I'm going to try something new but I'll feel a lot better if I know
you're clean."
I gathered my towel from my backpack and went to the pond and dropped a
corner into the water. I went back to the blanket and got Dutch to lie
down. This was pretty easy since Dutch was quite used to this routine
and didn't mind a bit. "This is going to be a bit cold but I think
you'll like what I'm going to do." With that I took the wet part of the
towel and started washing Dutch's penis. At first it was clear he
didn't like this new routine and tried to get away but I held on to him
and finished the cleaning.
"Ok, Dutch, let's see how good this tongue action is." I figured I had
to give this a try and if I didn't like it it certainly wouldn't be any
loss to go back to the 'old' routine. I took a deep breath and used my
hand to work Dutch's penis back out of its covering. I moved closer than
I had every had before and slowly stuck out my tongue. As I touched the
tip of his penis I felt strange but it wasn't objectionable. I was just
scared and my heart was racing. Since this always seemed to enhance my
experience in the past I decided to just continue on and brave it out. I
started to lick the sides of Dutch's penis and I guess this felt pretty
good to him based on his sighs and the increasing hardness of his penis.
As I licked the penis like a popsicle I thought about what the penis is
feeling. My tongue was feeling the sensations and the throbbing of his
penis but I thought a penis wants to be inside something - a vagina, a
hand wrapped fully around it, a mouth fully over it. It was then I
decided to take the penis into my mouth and have my lips fully around it
and my tongue washing over it - stimulating it and lubricating it.
Well, I must have guessed right because Dutch really seemed to like this
as he got harder than I had ever felt him. This response made me even
more excited as I just enjoyed giving Dutch the kind of thrills he had
given me. As this thought came into my mind I realized how sex can be
so pleasureable. It is both the receiving AND the giving of exciting
pleasures that makes it different. I wouldn't have enjoyed more than a
couple of times of going to the pond with Dutch if all we did was let
Dutch lick me to happiness. I found I could enjoy it most when I could
give as much pleasure as I got. All this came to me as I'm bent over
Dutch with his penis in my mouth. We must have looked pretty silly (or
worse) but I was really starting to enjoy as I began to suck Dutch's
penis in earnest and he got more and more excited. I knew what was going
to happen and it scared the shit out of me but I wasn't going to quit.
I was going to continue to the end and give Dutch his due. As I'm
sucking Dutch's penis I'm starting to enjoy the sensation of the penis
rubbing in my mouth going deeper and deeper - getting harder and harder
- and then, all of a sudden Dutch's penis swelled to incredible size and
I felt Dutch's liquid being shot down my throat! My first reaction was
a gag reflex but almost as quickly I heard Dutch's groans of pleasure
and the pulsing of his penis as he pumped his stuff into me and I
thought that it was another miracle. That we could both enjoy this so
much. I continued to suck on Dutch's penis until the pumping stopped
and as I pulled away from his penis I used my tongue to lick him clean.
I sat up and looked at Dutch. He had his head down on the blanket with
a look of incredible satisfaction and just followed me with his eye. I
almost felt him saying "Thank you, that was great!"
"You're quite welcome Dutch, I enjoyed every bit of it."
I hadn't taken my clothes off when I arrived because I didn't want Dutch
distracted while I experimented. Oddly I didn't feel like 'getting off'
any more today. I was quite content with my accomplishment and had
actually enjoyed the sensations in my mouth and the feelings of giving
pleasure. I laid down next to Dutch and gave him a hug. Dutch groaned.
After a while I got up and did take my clothes off for a quick swim but
only because this has become our closing ritual - the cold bath to bring
us down to earth and remind us of our pleasures.
On the walk home I thought about today's new discoveries. The feeling
of a penis in my mouth, the pleasure of giving pleasure, the sense of
satisfaction without a physical orgasm. I'm not sure I reached any
startling conclusions from these discoveries but was happy just to have
made them and think about them.
Chapter 5
We had had a bunch of rain storms and Dutch and I weren't able to take
any treks for about two weeks. I was feeling antsy and wanted to go
enjoy the pond. Actually, I wanted to enjoy my body and Dutch's body
and then enjoy the pond. I knew I couldn't go and I didn't dare have an
orgasm in the house because I haven't learned how to control my
screaming when I go over the edge. This is one bad thing about the pond.
I am completely free to be as loud and as open and as naked and as
uninhibited as I want. I think I'll find it hard if I ever have to
temper my exuberance.
I was feeling antsy and I thought maybe just lying around naked would
help my attitude. I went up to my bedroom, locked the door, and got
undressed. I felt much better with my clothes off and started dancing
around. I danced carefully because I didn't want to get my parents
wondering what was going on so I did just a slow graceful ballet with
all kinds of leg lifts and bends and twirls. I was doing this for about
a half hour when I noticed in my mirror a reflection of something moving
outside. I hadn't closed my drapes because it was pouring rain outside I
didn't feel I needed to protect my privacy. I moved to my bed which is
near the window but off to one side so whatever or whoever was outside
couldn't see me. I grabbed my makeup mirror and carefully reached
around the curtain and turned the mirror so that I could scan the
outside. I scanned once and didn't see anything but as I scanned back I
saw him. My 15 year old brother Tim was hiding behind Dad's truck, in
the pouring rain and looking directly into my window. Well I'll be
damned, my brother's a peeping Tim! I cracked up when I realized the
joke but then felt angry that I couldn't even dance naked on a rainy day
without getting caught!
As I was planning how I was going to get even without having to explain
to my parents why I was naked in the first place I began to realize that
Tim must be really desperate to look at me if he's willing to stand out
in the heavy rain just to get a fleeting glimpse of me. From where he's
standing he can't even see my lower body. He probably can't see below
my belly button but he's still willing to stand out in the rain to see
me. Geez, even if he is desparate the fact is that he IS enjoying
looking at me. I didn't have any delusions about being beautiful but I
thought I was OK for a 12 year old girl. I was filling an 'A' cup now
and starting to get some curve to my hips. Compared to older girls I
guess I still looked like a stick but I was ok. That Tim wanted to see
my naked body made me realize he thought I was ok also. This started to
make me feel tingly all over. I thought about my last experience at the
pond where I realized I didn't need to have an orgasm because I had
gotten enough satisfaction from giving Dutch his pleasure. I concluded
that if I could get pleasure from pleasing our dog then it might be even
more pleasurable to do something for my brother. If he wants to stand
out in the rain to look at me even partially naked then I'll see to it
that he enjoys himself. I lifted the hand mirror again to double check
he was still there and, yes, he looked like he was getting fidgety, but
he was still there.
I backed up, put down the mirror, and stood up and did my best pirouette
across the floor back into his view. I did some more twirls and did
some deep bows toward the window so he could get a better look at my
breasts. As I did some more moves I felt myself getting winded and then
felt some moisture dripping down my leg. My God, I'm getting so excited
showing off for my brother! The more I danced the more excited I got.
I realized that I was becoming disappointed that he couldn't see my
private parts and I felt like I wouldn't feel fulfilled until I gave him
the 'complete show'. I decided to stop the dancing and shift gears to a
more gymnastic style of movement. I started out slowly doing upright
twirls and dives where he couldn't see me but he would understand that
it part of the gymnastic routine. I thought this teasing would get him
even more excited. Finally, the coup de grace was when I went into a
handstand and marched back and forth across the room. I did this twice
just marching straight but then I did it with a slow, spinning turn,
opening and closing my legs while I did it. I could only do this once
as my arms were now tired and I was totally exhausted from the
excitement. I rolled to the floor, stood up, put on my bathrobe, and
turned off the light. Show over. I quickly went to the hallway with a
book and sat in the reading chair at the top of the landing because I
wanted to see Tim since he had to go by this spot to get to his room. A
couple of minutes later Tim comes in dripping wet. He had taken off
most of his clothes in the garage and had a towel around him. He looked
exhausted. Mom asked why he had taken so long getting his chores done
and he just mumbled something about it taking a long time in the "damn
rain". Mom just told him to go take a shower to warm up and she'll make
him a cup of cocoa.
As Tim came up the stairs he was startled when he saw me. "H Hey, M M
Mary. Whatcha up to?" Tim doesn't normally stutter but it sure seemed
like something was distracting him I gloated to myself.
"Nothin much. Just reading a book. Whatcha been doin?"
"Ummm, just doing some chores. Nothing really."
"Did you have a good time?"
"Huh? It was raining outside, h h how could I have a good time?"
"Oh I don't know. Sorry for the silly question." With that I got up
from my chair but let the bottom of my bathrobe open slightly. I don't
know if he saw anything because it happened so fast but I saw his eyes
zero in on my crotch. I pretended not to notice and went back to my
room. When I got back there the old feeling of not being able to
breathe hit me hard. God I hope I can go to the pond tomorrow! I can't
take much more of this. I got a thrill showing off for Tim but the way I
had to do it with all the gymnastics really tired me out. It would have
been more satisfying if I had been able to show off in a more controlled
way.
The next day it finally did clear off and I headed off to the pond. I
couldn't bring Dutch because Tim had taken him on some trek he was off
on. I didn't mind too much - I was so wound up from not being able to
come here for two weeks plus last night's excitement I just wanted to
get there, get myself excited and relax. I probably made it to the pond
in record time and, after a quick check around quickly had my blanket
laid out, me completely naked, and my wonderful hands once again
exploring my body. I had an orgasm quickly and it was good but I had
gotten so used to the exciting time with Dutch that I felt somewhat let
down. I didn't feel bad but the quick release simply got me out of my
funk and allowed me to lay back and relax in the sun. As I was relaxing
I thought about last night. Tim must really like to look at me. I
wished he could see me better without having to do the crazy handstands.
I really liked the idea of letting him see my crotch! God, I'm so bad!
I really would like to know if he was enjoying looking at me. This is
what I found most frustrating about last night. I didn't have any way
to tell what his reaction was. This got my thinking gears turning. How
can I set it up so Tim can look at me naked without both of us getting
caught and without risking grossing Tim out with a direct suggestion or
without things getting out of control.
This place is a good place to keep from getting caught I thought. This
place also has lots of good viewing spots so Tim is sure to see me well
enough to enjoy it. Also, from my original surveying of the spot I knew
that if Tim was here spying on me I would be able to see him. There
were two problems with this spot. The first was, what if I didn't want
to let him see me after the one time? Once he discovered how I used
this spot he would always try to follow me and maybe even tell some of
his friends. The second problem is how would I get him here in the
first place?
I didn't reach any answers and finally took my closing dip in the pond
before dressing and going home. I thought about my problems for two
days until the answers to both problems came in a single flash. I was
in my bedroom with my door open and I overheard my brother on the phone
talking to a friend. "Yeah, I got this new wildlife camera that takes
photos when the animals show up even if you're not there. All you do is
set it up on where you think the animals will be and it senses the
motion and automatically takes the picture. It's really cool!"
Wildlife camera. If I could borrow this and set it up so that it took
photos of Tim spying on me then I can use this as blackmail to keep him
from doing something stupid and ruining my 'special place'. The other
answer came as I realized that it was very hard to keep any normal
telephone conversation from carrying down the hallway. The phone was
set up at the landing where I had read my book and 'flashed' my brother
last night. My parents didn't want us running up big phone bills or
tying up the phone so they put in a phone we could use but one they
could monitor. We griped initially but given this or no phone we
begrudgingly accepted the hallway phone location. My inspiration was to
pretend to talk to a friend on the phone but let my brother overhear
that I'll be going to the pond to skinny dip and sun bathe. That should
get him there! I felt bad about using blackmail as a means to keep my
brother in line but I had no idea how he was going to react and I was
doing this partly for him anyway. Of course, the more I thought about
it the more I realized that I was also doing this for me because I
really did enjoy showing off for him.
The trick is to pick the right day. Since he just got the camera he was
going to use it for a while before I would get a chance to borrow it
without him noticing it missing. Fortunately he ended up taking about
ten rolls of Racoons wandering through his 'wild life' spot and he grew
tired of the camera within two weeks. That two weeks was hell for me
however because I was getting more and more excited about doing this.
Just to be on the safe side, however I ran an experiment and borrowed
the camera one day without making the pretend phone call. I went to the
pond and set up the camera in a place where I didn't think Tim would see
it but where it would 'see' him and snap his picture. I then moved to
spots that I thought were the best spy spots to see if the camera would
pick these up. When I got back to the camera I saw that the whole roll
had been taken so I was only hoping that the pictures were clear. I was
so excited about getting the photos developed I didn't spend too much
more time at the pond (although I did drop my shorts and play with
myself until orgasm).
When I got home I asked my Mom to bring me to town so I could get some
photos developed at the hour photo shop. "What pictures did you take
dear?"
"Oh you know, Dutch, some birds, a few flowers, that sort of thing."
"Why do you need to get them done tonight? Can't your pictures wait
until we're already going to town?"
"Ummm, no Mom, I tried to get a Baltimore Oriole but I'm not sure I got
it. You know how rare they are around here."
"Well I don't really know but why don't you ask Tim to ride his bike
into town and get them developed for you. He should be used to it by
now trying to get his wildlife photos done."
Shit! I didn't want that! Suppose he looks at the photos on the way
back and sees they're just me climbing all over the quarry. That will
blow my whole plan!
As I was about to come up with some lame reason why I didn't want Tim to
do it I heard Tim shout from the livingroom "I can't Ma, I'm staying at
Bill's tonight. I can drop them off but I can't pick them up." Whew!
This was ok, as long as he didn't see the developed pictures it was ok
with me.
"Ok dear," Mom said, "I'll pick them up when I do my shopping in the
morning." - Sometimes you just get lucky...
In the morning I decided to go shopping with Mom because I didn't want
her snooping at my photos. I didn't think she would but I didn't want
to have to explain why all my pictures were 'messed up'. Mom dropped me
off at the photo place and I got the photos while she did the shopping.
When I came out I quickly looked through the shots and was very happy
that all of them came out and were very clear. This plan would work
like a champ! Since I really didn't need these photos any more and I
didn't want my mom asking to see them I decided to dump the photos in
the garbage can - they've served their purpose. When Mom picked me up
she asked if I had 'captured' a Baltimore Oriole and I said "No, there
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