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This work of fiction contains graphic depictions of a sexual encounter between heterosexual adults. If such material offends you, please skip to the next article. Copyright ©1996 by Michael Dagley. Permission is hereby granted to repost it electronically, provided that it is posted in its entirety. Any deletion or alteration without the express written permission of the

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A Rude Awakening

Michael Dagley

Chapter One (2/2)

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"I want you to --"

"To what?"

"I think you know."

"Are you horny?"

"My prick feels as hard as a steel pipe. My balls are aching."

"And what does it make you want to do?"

"To make love to you."

"Don't be so nice."

"To fuck you."

"Yes. You want to fuck me. You want to slip the throbbing head of your

cock into my tight wet slit."

"Yes."

"Say it. Talk dirty to me."

"OK, uh, here goes. I want to feel the hair of your cunt rub against my

belly while I stick my hard prick into your wet pussy."

"Very good!" she said. "I think you might pass."

They laughed.

She continued looking him straight in the eye as they spoke, slowly running the tips of her fingernails up and down the ridge of his bulge.

She pulled at the button and popped it loose.

"I feel embarrassed, Mrs. --"

She put her finger to his lip.

"It's Alice."

"I feel very embarrassed, Alice. No woman has ever seen my penis before. Well, my mother did when I was little, but no one's ever seen it when I had a boner."

"I'll be nicer than your mother was," she said as she teased with his zipper, slowly dragging it down, exposing the head, "because I can be very nasty."

"I didn't think you were wearing any underwear. Very sexy."

She left his cock exposed for a moment and told him to look. He could see the head, pulsing proud and purple, wet and shiny with its own ooze,

reflecting the light from the lamp.

"I want to ride your boner, make it my toy."

"Sure, Alice. Make it your own. Play with me."

"I shall. Now keep your pelvis forward. I want to watch you watching me." She tugged the zipper all the way down and then pulled open his fly, releasing Joey's tingling organ. She dragged his shorts to the ground and left them there. He started to step out of them, but she told him to remain just as he was.

She backed away, keeping her eyes pinned on his prick. She turned off the overhead lights and turned on track lighting that fell upon her from

behind. Joey noticed then that he could see through her dress, see the silhouette of her body through the thin fabric.

"Watch me," she said as she changed the record, putting on a slow blues grind with horns. "I always dreamed of being a stripper, but I never had the guts."

He watched as she danced, turning and twirling at moments so that he could see the cheeks of her ass, the auburn curls beneath her belly. She toyed with her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, then let one shoulder free and teased him, allowing him to see almost all her

breast, but not her nipples. She licked her lips, keeping her attention

on his cock, moaning when she saw it trembling and jerking in response to her moves.

"It turns me on to see you prick jumping with desire for me."

She turned her back and bent from the waist, reaching down to adjust the

strap of her shoe. She looked back at his prick though, and she could see it twitching, could see the rutting of his pelvis, almost controlled

but still moving, as lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her ass and her pussy, everything. She could see the longing in his eyes.

He couldn't believe what was happening. He felt exposed and completely vulnerable, but somehow this excited him all the more. Her legs were long and perfect, the muscles displayed as she bent forward, her ass looking white above the black nylon of her stockings, though he knew she

was getting more and more tanned there everyday. But what he found most

beautiful, most fascinating, was the hairy dell suspended below the cheeks of her plump fanny. He could see the shine of wetness where her juices had leaked down the side of her thighs. She waved her ass in the

air as he watched, and again he felt his prick springing forward. He wondered if he could come from so much stimulation. He could feel an incredible tingling, an almost painful ache within his hard rod. A touch or two would be all it would take.

She continued dancing, bending often to let him see, but never letting him see for long, slowly revealing her breasts, even the nipples, touching and pulling on them and then putting them away again. He longed to take her in his arms, to drop her to the couch and plunge into

her, but he feared breaking the spell. Finally he saw her raise her hands into the air behind her head. He could see the skirt rising up, could see the black lace bands at the top of her stockings, could almost

see the fuzz of her pussy. She seemed to be trying to unzip her dress, but couldn't get started. She turned and backed towards him. He watched, paralyzed with desire, as she pulled her skirt up and slowly rubbed the crack of her ass up and down against his hard prick.

"Oh, baby, you feel so good. Will you help me?" she asked, her voice thick with lust.

"How?" he asked.

"Unzip my dress."

"Untie my hands."

"Not yet."

"Then how--?"

"Use your teeth."

He leaned forward and took the zipper in his teeth. She pushed her ass back against his cock as she bent forward, and he couldn't help rutting against her. He leaned back, pushing his prick harder against her, and began pulling the long zipper down her back. It continued right to the crack of her ass. He couldn't resist letting the zipper drop and leaning forward to run his tongue along the crevice. She could hear him

moaning, leaning forward to drop the front of the dress into her hands.

She spread her legs and pushed herself against his face, so that he could run his tongue around the wet round rose of her asshole.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good," she moaned.

She then stood up, turned around and leaned towards him, letting the dress fall forward. She put the collar into his mouth and slowly backed

away. She let the dress fall over her arms, and he tugged on the dress with his teeth. As he did, the dress began falling away, slowly revealing her breasts, their perfect pear shapes, their dark brown nipples, proudly erect. He let the dress drop, and it floated to the floor, uncovering the rest of her long slender body, her sleek neck and small waist, her flat belly and wet pussy, made all the more sexy by being clad in nothing but stockings, garter belt and three inch heels. She took the dress from him and walked away with it, her ass swaying as seductively as anything her ever seen as she walked out of the room. He

longed to provide himself with some relief.

"Remember! That's my toy, my prick to play with."

"OK, but it's about to explode."

"I want to be there. Give me a minute."

He waited, his hands behind his back, his erection standing straight up in the air, his balls aching with juice. When she returned she was wearing a see-through chemise. She still wore her stockings, but she'd changed the stiletto heels for a pair of slinky sandals, showing off her

beautiful feet.

"I want to taste you."

"What do you mean?"

"Your spunk, your cum. I want to taste it."

"You mean?"

"Yes, I want to suck your cock."

He had heard that people did such things, but he didn't imagine he himself would experience it from any woman at any time ever. Yet she said she wanted to do it, wanted it now. She pushed him to the couch and adjusted the lights again, making it so he could see her face. She bent down and pushed his legs apart. She got onto her knees. He was mesmerized, watching her face, seeing the pink wetness of her tongue, watching as she licked all along the underside of his penis. He thought

he would explode, and he felt his muscles jerk involuntarily.

"Yes, you're so horny. You're about to explode." She was looking him straight in the eye as she wrapped her slender hand around the base of his penis and slowly moved it up and down, squeezing hard when she felt it quivering. He could see her eyes, their deep brown desire, looking at him as she began licking his juice from the swollen head of his cock.

She looked so sexy he could hardly stand it.

"I'll spurt any second. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You're going to come more than once tonight."

He couldn't believe his ears. Could he still be dreaming?

She reached around him with one hand and pulled the knot from the scarf.

"Put your hands behind your head."

He did just that, locking his eyes onto hers as he watched her rubbing the head of his penis against her face, her throat, and kissing it along

its underside, and hefting his scrotum and pulling at his balls -- how they ached! -- and then running her lips all along the most sensitive part of the shaft, finally taking the head of it into her mouth. She watched him as she slowly slid it in and out, massaging his balls with one hand and slowly moving up and down on his rod with the other. He could feel it building. She leaned back, continuing her stroking.

"I want you to come. I want you to spill this load into my mouth. I want to drink you cum."

"Oh my god!"

She again allowed the head to slip in and out of her mouth, taking it deeper and deeper, stroking at the same time with her hand. She backed off again.

"It won't take much. Fuck my mouth, gently."

"But I never --"

"Just slip you cock slowly in and out of my mouth, fuck my mouth with your hard prick, let me feel you begin to ooze, but be gentle, don't push too hard."

"I don't know --"

"Just do it."

"Well."

"Please, fuck my mouth, Joey. I want you to."

So he did, slowly pushing himself in and out, watching her face, feeling

the wondrous sensation of her warm tongue and wet mouth engulfing and releasing him. He could feel it building, could feel the warning tingle

in his balls. She was moaning encouragement and groaning with desire. She took her hand off his balls and began massaging her clit. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and squeezed hard on it at the base.

"Come now. Fill my mouth with your cum."

He reached forward and took her hair into his hands, pulling her forward

on either side. She put his cock back into her mouth, and within three strokes, he felt the delicious spurting, the pulsing of his semen from his balls through his tingling prick into her waiting mouth. He pumped and pumped and pumped semen into her mouth, and try as she did, she could not swallow it all, allowing some to dribble from her mouth onto her chin. He screamed as he came, and when he was nearly finished, she continued stroking him, sucking the last bits of semen from his cock. He could see her swallowing, licking her lips.

"God that was good," she said. "You came a bucket."

"I know."

Though he felt wonderful, happy that he'd finally done what he'd dreamed

of doing, feared he'd never have the nerve to do, he also felt a strange

sensation, a feeling of guilt. Part of him just wanted to get away, to apologize for using her. He couldn't help but wonder why his feeling of

pride and satisfaction should be tarnished by a feeling of guilt and regret. She seemed to sense that something was wrong. Still, she continued licking his cock, which was softened but still erect. At first it had been too sensitive, but now it felt wonderful to have her swirling her tongue across the plump head. He soon was as hard as ever.

She lifted her head, holding the hard pole in her hand, slowly stroking up and down. It was all wet now, as was her chin. He reached down and wiped his semen from her chin. She opened her mouth, and he put his finger in. Even her licking his finger felt good, making him long to come again.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. It was wonderful. It's just --"

"Yes?"

"Well, I didn't mean to do something like this. I didn't mean to take advantage of you."

"You're feeling guilty?"

"Yeah. This is against everything I've been taught. I know it's wicked."

"Yes, isn't it?"

"Maybe I should go?"

"You can't leave me like this. I'm on fire."

He looked into her eyes. He could see lust, desire, longing in her eyes. Never had he seen or imagined anything as sexy as her face, her mouth still hot and wet, her breath coming in jagged, passionate gasps.

She was right. He couldn't possibly leave her like that.

"God that was good," he said. "I've never felt anything like that before."

"Nor have I."

"But you had a husband."

"Not exactly. I had an abusive boyfriend who got out of hand. I got pregnant, and he got the hell out of Dodge. Haven't seen him since."

She stood up, pulling on his cock to get him to follow.

"Let's go to bed. It's only 1:30. You can stay the night, can't you? Sleep tomorrow when you get home?"

"I don't know --"

She turned to him and began kissing him, keeping her hand in motion on his cock. He ran his hands along her back, pushing her breasts into his

shirt.

"Touch me."

He slipped his hand beneath her chemise and let his finger slide into her wet slit.

"Oh my God, it feels so good," he said, speaking her thought as well as his.

She backed away slowly and then turned. As she walked down the hall to her bedroom, he was hypnotized by the movement of her hips, the teasing motion of the loose chemise as it swayed from side to side, giving him a

quick glimpse of her ass with each step. He was also excited by her long legs and their transparent covering of nylon, a long stripe up the back defining their sexy curves.

Her bedroom was just like the master bedroom in his house with a dressing room that led to the bathroom at the far end. She indicated that he could lie down on the bed, which he did, placing his hands behind the back of his head and letting his hard prick lie on his stomach. She leaned against her dresser, watching him.

"Tell me about yourself," she said as she turned and began brushing her hair.

How she loves to tease, he thought, as he watched her as brushing her hair, a movement that allowed him to see a quick flash of her ass with each stroke.

"There's not much to tell," he answered.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Sort of."

"Which means?"

"Which means I date a girl occasionally, but--"

"What's her name?"

"Jackie. Jackie Rhodes."

Alice turned to look at him for a moment. She leaned forward, showing him her breasts and smiling her cat's smile.

"Is she very pretty?"

He watched her breasts, longing to take them into his hands. One of the straps from her chemise fell from her shoulder, letting him see all of her right breast. She slowly pulled it up, but both straps fell as she leaned forward onto the bed, placing her hands on either side of his hips. The chemise fell completely free from her breasts, allowing both of them to hang inches above his cock.

"Is she?"

"Huh?" he answered.

"Pretty."

"Who?"

"Your girlfriend," Alice said, leaning a little further forward so that the nipple of her right breast made contact with his penis. She moved gently so that she seemed to be stroking him with her nipple. Then she leaned even closer and allowed her cleavage to engulf him, causing him to jerk his hips.

"My God, I can't believe this is happening," he said.

"Does that mean you won't be answering my question?"

"What question?"

"About your girlfriend."

"What about her?" he asked, barely able to talk while feeling the soft pressure of her breasts as she let them fall all over his cock and balls.

"Is she pretty?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"Describe her."

"Huh?"

"Tell me what she looks like."

"Well, she's blonde and blue-eyed."

"America's favorite look."

"Says who?"

"Just a comment. What about her body?"

"I don't know. I've never seen it."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I haven't really tried. I didn't want to be rude to her."

She stood up and pulled the straps of her chemise back to her shoulders.

He could still see her nipples peeking through the thin, almost transparent fabric, could see the shape of them poking against it.

"Be rude next time."

With that she leaned back against her dresser and began rearranging her stockings, pulling them taught, unsnapping and then carefully snapping them back into the snaps of her garter belt. She bent forward to do this, showing him her breasts again (why, he wondered, did they seem so much more exciting when they were almost covered?), letting him get quick flashes of her pussy (how he longed to push himself into her). When she'd finished, she leaned back again and slowly pulled her hands up her thighs, lifting her chemise until she was showing him her pussy with her legs spread wide. He found the wet brown hair and the pink lips intoxicating. He sat up, leaning forward to look more closely. The

lips were open below, revealing a pink wet interior. Above, he could see a swollen wet nub, her clitoris, its purple head proud and erect, almost like a small purple penis, glistening with the juice of her desire.

"So you're a virgin."

"Until tonight."

"And your girlfriend?"

"Sure."

"How do you know?"

He'd continued to lean forward, finally standing and coming closer. She

put her hands onto his head and pulled him closer. He fell to his knees.

"I don't."

"Lick me."

He pushed his nose into the kinky pubic hair. It was wet. He rubbed it about, pushing it into all the folds of her.

"Lick me like a dog licks."

He did.

"Oh, yes, baby, lick me, lick the juice from my slit."

He lapped at her, letting the flat of his tongue slide over the slick lips of her cunt and up to the hard satiny nub. Each time he did, he could feel her shiver. He put his hands around her and took her ass into his hands, pulling her forward. He turned her around and pushed her towards the bed. She fell back and let her legs rest on his shoulders. On his knees, he continued lapping at her pussy, long slow licks, touching all and delighting in the shiver produced when he let it

glide along her clit.

"Eat my clit, Joey, eat me."

He sucked her clit into his mouth and began to circle it slowly with his

tongue. He could feel the muscles in her leg begin to jerk.

"Yes, that's it. Don't stop!"

He increased his speed and pressure until he felt her grab his head and pull him hard against her. Her moans were loud, her legs taught, her cunt pushing against him. He could feel the spasmodic movements of her orgasm as she screamed, "Yes, yes, yes."

Suddenly she pushed his head away.

"I can't take any more."

He stayed, but quit licking for a moment. The jerking of her hips slowed, and just before they quit moving, he began licking again. In no

time he could feel her coming again. His chin was wet with her juice as

he pulled away.

"Fuck me."

He looked around for something to wipe his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm wet," he answered.

"Me, too. Does it bother you?"

"No."

"It doesn't bother me either."

He climbed onto the bed. Her legs were spread, and he couldn't help playing with her, rubbing the head of his cock around the lips of her pussy, pushing it against her clit. He took it into his hand and began moving it against her.

"Fuck me, Joey, fuck me now."

But he held off, teasing her.

"I'm so hot I can't stand it. Please put it in."

He slipped the head in and then withdrew, making her jerk against him.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you."

"You have me. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to put your cock into my cunt, slowly, all the way in. Then I want you to fuck me until I come again."

He slid the head in again and remained very still.

"God that feels so good," he said, letting it slip in another inch. She

spread her legs and pointed them at the ceiling. He ran his hands up and down them, thrilled by the feel of the nylon covered curves and muscles.

"Please, let me have all of it. Fuck me hard."

He let himself fall on her, let the full length slide in. She kissed his wet mouth, thrust her tongue against his. He jammed the full length

of his cock into her. He couldn't believe the sensation, the wetness, the tightness. He began rutting and soon could feel the jerking rhythm of her legs as he continued to stroke them. She was holding her legs high in the air, but she seemed comfortable as her head thrashed from side to side, as she continued repeating, "Oh yes, at last, oh yes," over and over again while he pumped into her.

His cock almost ached with its hardness and desire as he matched her rhythm.

"I'm going to come again, Joey. I want you to come at the same time."

He wouldn't have been able to hold back much longer anyway. When he felt her cunt begin to grab at him, clenching with her orgasm, he could hold back no longer and began slamming into her, squirting his semen into her.

"Yes, yes, oh yes, fuck yes."

He felt himself spurting again and again, his whole body jerking with each orgasmic thrust. He thought it would last forever -- time had stopped with his ecstasy -- but all too soon he felt the final jerks and

came to rest, his head cradled in the nook of her shoulder, her cunt grabbing at him and causing him to jerk long after he'd finished.

They fell asleep together, his cock still semi-hard within her. After they'd napped for maybe twenty minutes, he was awakened by her movements, and soon they started again. Once he was hard, she flipped over.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I want you from behind."

He pushed himself in, loving the feel of her buttocks against his stomach. She put her hands down between her legs and began slowly massaging her cunt, jamming her ass rudely against him.

"Be still, be hard, and when I come, see if it doesn't suck the spunk right out of you."

He did, pushing his aching prick deep into her, feeling his hard stomach

against the wet, soft cheeks of her ass. Soon he felt her cunt beginning to jerk, and sure enough, his own orgasm began to build.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me now. I'm coming!"

He did, coming along with her, collapsing against her and kissing her hair and her ears and her mouth as they finished.

When he awoke, he was alone. He could smell and hear bacon frying. He got up and pulled on a robe he found draped across the chair in the dressing room. He followed the smell of the bacon into the kitchen and found his lover dressed in her favorite cutoffs and white shirt, the tails tied together, showing off her flat belly and the shape of her breasts.

"I've made you some breakfast."

"Thanks," he said, still watching every move she made. She caught him, and when he raised his eyes to meet hers, she blushed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Have a seat. Eat."

He sat, but he was puzzled. He was sure something was wrong. She served him, leaning over him but definitely not teasing him with glimpses of her breasts. She sat down in front of a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. He ate in silence while she sipped at her orange juice. Finally he could take no more.

"Mrs. Kerning?"

"Yes?"

"Something's wrong."

"Why do you say so?"

"Last night you wouldn't let me call you Mrs. Kerning."

"Yes, but this morning I realize I was wrong to do what I did last night."

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I'm a teacher, you're a student. True, we're not in the same school, but I should never have let myself get out of control like that."

"But I don't mind. In fact, it's the best thing that ever happened --"

"Shhh --" she said, placing her index finger against his lips. He bit at her, taking the digit into his mouth and sucking on it. She pulled it away.

"No, baby, please don't make this any harder than it already is."

"What are you talking about?"

But she would say nothing more, leaving him no option but to eat. She took her coffee to the counter and watched him. When he stood to go, she turned and stared out the window. He came up behind her, putting his arms around her and pushing his morning hard-on into her ass. She squirmed out of his embrace.

"No baby, please don't."

"I don't understand!"

But she wouldn't explain. He tried several times to get her back into the mood of the night before, but nothing would work. Finally, he left her in the kitchen, retrieved his clothes from the floor, and began to get dressed. He let the robe fall away and caught his naked reflection in the glass of her bedroom mirror. For a moment he was surprised: who was this man in her room? Then he realized that he was the man.

"You should shower first," she said, catching him by surprise. She had come down the carpeted hall silently, and he could have sworn she was looking at him with the same lust he'd seen in her eyes the night before. But she soon turned and went to the linen closet to get him his

towel and wash cloth.

"Here."

He took them and went into the bathroom, bewildered by what was going on. When he'd finished showering, he pulled his clothing back on. He found her sitting in the living room.

"When will I see you again?"

"Maybe it would be better if you didn't."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?" he said, surprising himself with the vehemence of his question.

"Because you're a young man who deserves to find someone else. There's no future for us. I'm sorry for what I did last night."

"But I'm not!"

"You would be. Look, let's leave things simple. We had a great night.

Don't make it into anything more."

"But--"

"You're a child, still, in spite of your man's body. I'm a woman, at least eight years older than you are. Trust me. You should concentrate

your efforts on girls your own age. Jackie, for instance."

"I don't want Jackie. I don't want anyone but you."

"You say that now, but it wouldn't last. Now go on home."

"NO! You don't understand. I've been, that is, I . . ." But he realized he couldn't tell her how long he'd been watching her, secretly in love with her, dreaming of her. He couldn't let her know he'd been spying on her for months. He couldn't say anything.

"So can I at least come over again sometime?"

"Maybe."

"Depending on what?"

She thought for a long while, pushing her hands through her hair. Finally she turned to him and fixed his eye with hers.

"You can come over again, but only after . . ."

"After what?"

"After you've made it with someone your own age."

"But I don't want anyone my own age."

"What about Jackie?"

"But don't you see? I . . . I . . ."

"You can do it. Remember, you can be a little rude with her."

"But--"

"No buts. Just do it."

And with that she pushed him out the door.

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A Rude Awakening

Michael Dagley

Chapter Two

The next Friday night found Joey and Jackie at the high school dance, as usual. He'd begged his father for the car, and after he'd washed it, waxed it, and cleaned it out inside to his father's satisfaction, he was allowed to borrow it.

"Make sure you're home no later than 11:30," his father said as Joey was leaving.

"Sure, Dad." Why was his father still making him get in by a certain time? He was practically an adult, after all, and though he couldn't vote, he could join the army and go away to die in Viet Nam. It bugged Joey that he could die for his country if he joined the army, but he couldn't stay out past eleven-thirty if he lived at home. He vowed to work on his father. If he wouldn't agree to letting him stay out late, maybe he'd let him begin sleeping in the treehouse every night during the summer, something Joey had been urging for the past three summers.

He and Jackie had already been through the usual ritual of seeing all their friends, dancing fast dances with various partners, and now they'd found one another as the opening chords of a slow song began. Joey had carefully dressed for the occasion, wearing no underwear and the thinnest of pants. He was happy to notice that instead of her usual blue jersey and blue jeans, Jackie was wearing a combination in pink -- ribbed pullover (he loved the way it showed off her breasts, though it was obvious she was wearing a rather modestly cut bra) above the shortest skirt she'd be allowed to wear into the dance, showing about half her knees. Beneath the skirt she wore no stockings, just some pink socks and white tennis shoes. In the past, Joey always danced slow dances with Jackie in what he considered the "correct" manner, with his right arm about her waist and her right hand in his left. This time, however, he put his hands around her at the waist, and she responded by putting her arms around his neck. She looked up into his eyes.

"Nice," she said.

He'd half expected her to forbid him such a close dance, so that when he heard the word, it surged through his body as if it were a bolt of electricity, concentrating its effect in his groin. At first he gave into the urge to pull himself back, to keep her from feeling the growing hardness of his penis. He was uncomfortably hard, and his cock was trapped down his left pant leg. She moved forward suddenly and brushed against it, and he could feel it jerk in response. He waited for her to say something, to object, to put him into his place, but she only closed her eyes and put her head onto his shoulder.

Growing a little bolder, he danced forward a bit and rested his hard-on against her hip. He could feel the soft sensation of her dress, could feel the movement of her naked waist beneath her skirt. He pulled her closer and let his hands dip lower, touching the lower portion of her back, gently kneading the dimples above her fleshy fanny. Still no objection. He pushed himself a little more firmly against her, and she hugged him more tightly, keeping her eyes closed. He massaged her back with his hands, amazed to hear her sighs of contentment.

He felt great, astounded that he was getting away with something so rude, but there was still one problem: his cock was painfully trapped down his pant leg. On the one hand, he didn't want to risk making her mad, losing the progress he'd made so far, by adjusting himself. On the other hand, he was so hard that it hurt.

"Be rude!" he remembered Alice saying to him. Why not? he finally decided, especially since he was far more interested in Alice than he was in Jackie anyway. He carefully pulled his left hand away from her back, stuck it into his pants, and pulled himself upright. The relief was immediate. He put his arm back around her, placed his hands directly on her ass, and pulled her to him. He could feel the softness of her belly against the hardness of his cock, meaning she could feel him all too well. She opened her eyes and looked right at him. She opened her mouth, probably to tell him he'd already gone far enough. He covered her mouth with his. They kissed, her mouth still open. He let his tongue touch her lip, then slip inside. She kissed him back, teasing his tongue with hers, letting her hands slide down his back. He pulled her even closer, squeezing on her plump ass cheeks, almost rutting against her. She moaned softly beneath the kiss and moved against him, as if to get a better feel of the protrusion against her belly. He pulled away from her mouth, giving her a chance to say something.

She leaned straight back, trusting him to hold her. She let her head drop, spilling her long blond hair almost to the floor. The movement put her crotch right against his cock, and he imagined he could feel the furrow of her cunt enfolding itself about him. She straightened up, rubbing herself against him in the process. He let his hands play on her ass cheeks, feeling the light cotton of her skirt move against her panties, feeling the plump resilience of her cheeks.

"Oh, Joey, we'd better stop!"

"Nobody can see us in this darkness."

"Oh, it feel so -- No, we'd better --"

Before she could insist, however, he kissed her again. While kissing her, he took her hand in his and placed it right on his erection. She pulled away as if she'd touched a hot poker, but when he repeated the invitation, he felt her touch and measure and squeeze, examining his prick through his pants from tip to balls. She then pulled her hand away, looked around and put her hand back around his neck, running it lightly through his hair.

"Not here. Someone will see," she said.

"But it's so dark," he whispered into her ear before letting his lips brush against it. He then put his left hand on her right breast, cautiously caressing it and working his way towards the nipple. Her bra was thickly padded, but he could feel the swelling nipple. He tried to play with it, wishing he could get her to touch his cock again. He pulled away from her and looked into her face.

"Let's go," she said.

He needed no further invitation. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the pile of coats in the corner. They found their jackets and put them on, then slipped out a side door into the cool California night. When she shivered, he pulled her against him and kissed her. They abandoned themselves to the moment, pushing their crotches together and dry humping while standing against a bank of lockers. Joey tried to get his hand beneath her jacket and blouse, but she pulled away, laughing.

"Not yet, silly!" she said, turning and skipping away towards the parking lot. Joey ran after her, catching her from behind and letting his erection press itself into the haunches of her ass, feeling their round plumpness through the skirt and panties. She switched her hips against him and turned to give him a quick kiss.

"I'm so horny," he said.

"Joey! How you talk!"

She broke away and ran to the car, waiting on her side for him to unlock the door and hold it open for her. She eased herself back into the seat, letting her skirt fly up, revealing first her strong brown thighs and then a flash of white, the almost shear cotton of her panties. He thought he could see a spot of wetness before she whirled in her seat and leaned over to unlock his door. He circled the car and got in. She slid over next to him, and he slipped his right arm around her shoulders after starting the car.

"Can you drive with just one hand?" she asked?

"Of course," he answered, using his left hand to slip the card into reverse. He turned in his seat to look back over his shoulder, but he kissed her instead. He then let his foot off the brakes and backed out, taking a slow route towards Tapo Canyon Road, where he knew of a totally private place to park. As they drove, she played with his shirt, undoing a couple of the buttons and slipping her hands in to feel his chest. She let her fingertips investigate his muscles and then circle his nipples. He could hardly stand the sensation, though made his cock throb. She continued unbuttoning him and worked her way down until she had his chest completely revealed. He hoped she would begin to work on his pants, but she'd gone as far as she'd be going for the rest of the ride.

He soon found the place, put the emergency brake on and pushed the seat as far back as it would go. They were parked on an overlook that faced a wide valley filled with oil derricks that rocked back and forth like tireless grasshoppers. To Joey, the rhythm was suggestive. They cast long shadows in the brilliance of a full moon which filled the valley with silver light.

For a long while they kissed, licking one another's lips, nipping ear lobes and rubbing noses while their breath grew heavy. Her hands continued their play upon the naked flesh of his chest, occasionally dipping to play in the hair that grew from his crotch to his belly button. He played with her breasts through the double padding of blouse and bra for a while before slipping his hand under the blouse and touching her breasts through her bra. He waited fifteen minutes before he built up the nerve to attempt to unsnap it. She noticed him fumbling about with the snap and pulled away.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He blushed, though he doubted she could see it.

"Nothing," he answered.

"Oh. It felt to me as if you were trying to undo my bra."

"Yeah."

"Well?"

"Yes? Can I?"

"I don't know. Why do you want to?"

"I want to touch your breasts."

"Naked?"

"Yes."

"I don't know."

"Doesn't it excite you?"

"Yes."

"Don't you want me to kiss your nipples?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then . . ."

"I don't know."

"Let's just unsnap it for a moment."

"Well . . ."

"Please?"

"Well, I suppose."

She reached back and unsnapped her bra. She then closed her eyes.

"OK?" he asked.

"Yes."

He slipped his fingers beneath the blouse. They kissed. He first let his hand tease its way across both her breasts, feeling the excited nipples against his palm. Then he squeezed and playfully pinched her nipples, delighted to her the moans of desire coming from her throat.

"That feels so good, Joey."

He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it and circling it with his tongue, giving the other the attention of his other hand. He could feel her squirming in her seat. He kissed first one nipple, then the other, letting his head pivot from one to the other. Her breathing was excited, her hips rutting.

He pulled back for a moment and began attempting to remove the bra.

"Now what?"

"Wouldn't it be more comfortable if we took it off?" he answered. She responded by pulling the blouse over her head and letting him pull the bra away from her breasts. He found them terribly exciting, their pink nipples swollen and pointing straight out in different directions. He took her breasts in his hands and caressed them.

"You're so beautiful, Jackie."

She pulled away from him and pulled her blouse back on. Again they kissed, his hands freely touching her beneath her blouse. His cock was so hard it ached, so he finally put her hand on it again. At first she hesitated, but when he repeatedly encouraged her, she let her natural curiosity guide her. They kissed and hugged, he playing with her breasts, she with his bulge, lightly fingering it and squeezing it through his pants. Soon they were moaning and pushing against one another. He put his hand on her leg and felt her freeze for a moment. But she then resumed kissing him as he ran his hand up and down the flesh of her thigh and knee. He was patient, massaging her legs for at least fifteen minutes, slowly going higher and higher, pushing her skirt up with each pass until he was only inches from her crotch. Finally he touched her panties, excited to find them soaked through with her juices.

"Don't!" she said, pulling his hand away.

"Why not?"

"I'm all wet and yucky down there."

He put his fingers to his nose.

"Sexy, not yucky."

"It's so embarrassing. I don't know why this happens."

"You're horny."

"What?"

"Your body is ready."

"For what?"

How could he say it? He knew she must know, but her seeming innocence, her wide blue eyes staring at him with a mixture of fear and desire, her knowing and not knowing at once -- everything about her in that moment touched his heart. He wondered if he should say what was on his mind, thinking it terribly rude. But what would Alice have said? He blushed in shame at the thought. She would have had him be rude. So he would.

"Your cunt -- "

" -- Joey!"

"Your cunt, Jackie," he said, putting his hand under her skirt again and rubbing her thigh just beneath her panties, "your cunt is wet and ready for me."

"For what?"

"For my . . . for my cock. It's rock hard."

She gave him a squeeze.

"I know. Your . . ." She squeezed the hard poker through his pants. "You are ready."

"My cock is tingling, bursting with desire for you, Jackie, that's what it is."

"Joey!"

"And you're cunt is aching to be . . . to be . . ."

Boldly, he touched her slit through her panties. He traced the wet outline of her labia, slowly stroking the length of the moist, spreading lips, finally just barely touching her swollen clitoris

"Oh, Joey, I'm tingling so."

"You want to be . . ."

"To be what?"

"You know."

"What? Say it?"

"Your pussy is ready to be . . . fucked."

"Joey!"

"And you want to, don't you?"

"No!"

He let his fingers stroke her clitoris, slowly circling the tingling nub, delighting in her wetness.

"You don't?"

"No. I mean, yes."

"You do?"

"Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I don't know what I . . ."

But she couldn't go on, falling victim to the rhythm of his rude finger, barely able to lift her arm to push his hand away as she felt him slip his hand beneath her panties and put his wet finger right on her naked clit. He continued moving, noting the jerking of the muscles in her leg, feeling the desire coursing through her body. She kissed him passionately now, spreading her legs and giving way completely to the rich sensuous feelings spreading in waves through her thighs and abdomen.

"Don't stop!" she heard herself exclaim when he pulled his hand away, lifting her skirt and pulling at the waistband of the thin cotton.

"Help me strip these from you," he said.

"I don't know, Joey. What if -- "

But he kissed her, and while kissing her, he put his hands under her ass and lifted, delighted when he felt her support her own weight and let him pull the panties down to her thighs. She then leaned back against the door and put her feet in his lap. He pulled the panties down over her shoes and socks. He put her right leg on the floor and let himself take in her beauty. She lay with her eyes closed, desire a pale pink flush on her face, her right arm behind her head, her left touching her face. Her blouse was rumpled, pushed up on one side so that he could see part of her right breast. He legs were spread, and beneath the skirt he could barely see the blond curls of her bush where her legs came together.

While he watched her, he undid his pants and let his cock spring free.

"You're so beautiful," he said to her. "And sexy, with your hair shining in the moonlight, with your legs spread."

She opened her eyes at that, and the first thing they fell upon was his hard cock.

"My God, Joey, it's so . . ."

"So what?"

"Can I? Touch it? Please."

She tentatively reached out and circled it with her left hand.

"It's so hard."

"Aching," he answered, pulling her closer. She took him in her right hand, and he began playing with the wetness of her cunt with his left. They kissed and stroked and drifted dangerously near orgasm. He pushed his finger into her, covering it with the silky fluid, then let his finger stroke the head of her clitoris, bringing her closer and closer. She, meanwhile, let her hand slowly move up and down on his cock, pausing now and again to finger the head and play in the spill of juice at the tip. He pushed her blouse up so he could play with her breast with his right hand, pinching it as he felt the strength and frequency of the spasms in her legs and stomach increase.

"Oh, Joey, I don't know what's . . .I feel so . . .Oh, I'm melting, I'm . . . Oh, Joey, yes, yes, that's it, just like that, yes, don't stop . . ."

Joey didn't stop, not until she was pushing his hand away following her first orgasm. Soon Joey had his hand back on her crotch, holding it tight, his middle finger inserted part way. She squeezed and pulled on his cock, thrilled by its feel.

"Oh, Joey, that felt so . . . I've never felt anything quite so . . ."

But she couldn't say more as the spasms again began to build. This time she found herself trying to keep time with Joey, pumping his cock, excited at the way his hips suddenly began thrusting.

"Stop, Jackie, or I'll go off any second."

She gripped him tightly for a moment.

"You don't . . . don't want to . . .'go off'?"

"It might . . . be . . . messy."

They continued their stroking, and he felt himself on the edge.

"I'm going to come any minute."

She stopped and gripped him again. He stopped, too.

"Don't stop! Please!" she said, her hips moving against his hand. He moved again, starting slow, but soon finding her rhythm, sure of it when he heard her gasping, "Yes, yes, oh yes, Joey, that feels so good," all the while holding onto his cock like it was her lifeline, then actually screaming, "Yes, I'm coming, oh God how delicious!" This time when she finished he sensed it and stopped moving before she pushed his hands away.

"God, Joey, that was better than the first time."

He kissed her. She still had his cock in her hand, still squeezing. She started moving slowly. So did he. He was amazed when he could feel another orgasm building in her.

"Joey, sweet Joey, how you make me feel! I never imagined anything like this." He continued moving his fingers slowly around the slick swollen tip of flesh, measuring her response in the jerking of her hips.

Then she backed away and looked at his cock.

"May I kiss it?" she asked?

"Of course."

She put her legs beneath her and bent forward over his crotch. He couldn't reach her cunt in this position and contented himself by stroking her hair with his right hand and smelling the deep musk of the juice on his left. He felt her lips touch him, felt her tongue lick the underside, then felt himself gasp as she took him into her mouth. He noticed she'd put her right hand under her skirt. It was moving in quick jerks. His hips picked up the momentum, moving his cock in and out of her mouth. She stopped him, but she began pumping his cock with her hand while she licked its head. He could feel the tightness building in his balls.

"I'm going to come!" he warned, but she kept her sucking mouth on the head, kept jerking at him with her hand, kept stroking herself. Their breathing fell into synch, and he found himself about to explode.

"Here goes, Jackie!"

But she kept her head down, following some blind instinct that made her move her hand a little more slowly, keeping the edge on him until she could feel by his jerking hips that he would explode. She felt her own clit bursting with the onslaught of her own explosion and was soon melting with excitement, putting a vice-grip on his prick as she tensed with pleasure. She again began tugging on Joey's hard flesh, and soon he felt as if the end of his cock were about to dissolve into the warmth of her mouth and the sudden shooting of his sperm, but at the last moment she gripped him tightly, lifted her head and turned to the clock.

11:25. He followed her eyes, screaming when he noticed.

"Oh no! I'm supposed to be home by 11:30."

"We're both in it. I said I'd be back by 11:15."

She put her mouth back down and kissed the head of his cock.

"Sorry, Joey."

"Sorry?!?!"

"Well?"

She was putting her bra back on. He took her panties from her before she could put them back on.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you mind? I'd like to have them."

"What are you going to do?"

"I have to have some relief."

"So."

"So, when I get home . . ."

"What?"

"I'll get some relief."

"And my panties?"

"They're still wet, and they smell of you. They'll remind me of where I want to be, who I want to be with."

"And what will you do?"

He had the car going, but she continued slowly stroking him, keeping him on the edge until they got to her house. She put him away as if her were her personal property, tucking him into his pants and carefully pulling up the zipper. He walked her to her door, each step an agony. They kissed, almost chastely, standing in the light of the porch. He lifted her skirt and took her ass in his hands. She looked up into his eyes.

"You hurting?" she asked. How did she know about that, he wondered.

"About to explode with lust," he admitted.

"And what will you do?"

"What do you think?"

She peeked into the small window of her front door, noting that all was dark within.

"I think you're going to jack off."

"But first, I'm going to wrap your panties around my cock."

"Sounds sexy."

"But I have one favor to ask."

"Yes?"

"May I have a look at you."

"You can't see me?"

"Not your face."

"Oh. Right here in public?"

"There's no one watching. Your family is asleep, and no one else can see us here."

"Well."

But he was already lifting her skirt, not stopping until he had reached her waist.

"Hold it here," he said. She took it and held it up while he backed away. She modestly placed one knee forward, as if to shield herself, but it made her look even sexier, her plump perfect legs naked and curvy, her calves made to look stronger and more inviting by the little pink socks and white sneakers. She let one of her hands stray down to the silken blonde curls of her pubis, sliding in and out of the pink slit, then lifting her hand and letting him get a good look. She slowly turned around and showed him the full pulpy mass of her ass, the deep crease between.

"Bend forward," he said when she had her back fully to him. She did, looking at him over her shoulder. He could see the nest framed by the cheeks of her ass and the fullness of her thighs, could see the blond curls and the pink wet slit, its lips glistening and open still.

"You like?" she asked?

"I like," he answered.

"Is this what you'll be thinking about?"

"When?"

"When you jack off?"

"Yeah, except I'll be sticking my cock into you, fucking you."

Suddenly the light came on in the living room. Jackie stood up, brazenly showing herself still, and let him get a good look before she calmly let her skirt fall into place.

"Good night," she said.

"Good night."

The drive home was a nightmare of pain and desire. He could hardly believe what had happened, and all because he'd been taught the value of a little well-considered rudeness.

Once he got home, got past his father, apologized for being ten minutes late -- his father seemed more tired than concerned -- Joey explained that he'd be sleeping out in his tree house, which he did regularly, especially in the summertime. He could hardly wait to take care of his aching necessity.

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A Rude Awakening

Michael Dagley

Chapter Three

Joey was not alone in his feelings of frustration. Alice had, once again, spent the evening as chaperon to a carbon copy of the school dance Joey had attended, a cross-town event. How frustrating it had been to watch all the young lovers dancing, surreptitiously touching. As she did, she couldn't shake the image of Joey, asleep on her couch, his hard-on bulging through his thin shorts. It had acted as no previous event in her life, and much to her shame, she'd found herself giving in to a temptation that hadn't really bothered her in the two years since the brief and bitterly disappointing though quite productive fling with Elizabeth's father. "Once burned, twice shy," she reminded herself. After that, she'd lived a celibate life, vividly imagining the sex she desired but feared and bringing herself her own relief.

For a long while, her fantasy love life was enough. She loved playing out her fantasies, loved the sensuous touch of her silk lingerie, loved parading nearly naked through her back yard. It turned her on the think someone might be watching, and the languid warm feelings she felt between her legs once she was oiled and lying in the sun were as good as any lover's touch she'd ever had.

Until Joey. Now she couldn't stop thinking about him, about his shy good looks, his muscled chest, his hard, flat stomach and the hard thing proudly standing below. How it had jerked and jumped while she danced for him!

"But I must not dwell on that," she reminded herself as she approached the house. It was bad enough that it had happened, but a recurrence would be unforgivable. He was no different from any of her own students, she reminded herself, and it was therefore no more right for her to take advantage of him than it would have been to take advantage of one of them. Still, it had seemed so different, almost magical, almost a fantasy turned real, and now that she'd tasted it, she knew it would be hard to find satisfaction elsewhere.

She opened the door and found the baby-sitter asleep. Unlike before, however, this baby-sitter -- a junior high school girl who lived across the street -- aroused no interest in Alice. She paid the young girl and bid her goodnight as she closed and locked the door. She then made her way back to her bedroom.

Rather than putting on the overhead light, she entered the dark room and walked toward the bed, intending to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. The curtains were open, and she was surprised to see a light in the trees of the house in back. Joey's house. She put off turning on the light for a moment and peered intently out of the window. There seemed to be a light coming from a black mass she'd never noticed in the little pine tree forest behind the wall that separated the houses. She could make out the shape of a tree house, silhouetted against the street lights on the corner.

What could it mean? She could think of only one thing: Joey must have built himself a tree house, and he was there, in it at this very moment.

A moment's reflection brought the blood to her face with a sudden suspicion: could Joey have been spying on her from there? Could he have been watching her private afternoons? She had always liked thinking she might be putting on a show for someone, but now that she discovered evidence that the fantasy might actually have been real, she didn't know what to think. In some ways, she felt her privacy and trust had been violated. On the other hand, hadn't that very thought -- the image of a man watching her stretch and swim and rub oil all over her body and touch herself -- hadn't that very image been a big part of the excitement that led to her having steamy orgasms in the blazing sun? And had Joey been doing anything she wouldn't have done herself? Or if she, personally, hadn't been tempted, could she truly expect any man (she could not make herself think of him as just a boy) to have done any differently?

Turning away from the window, she suddenly felt very foolish. "Probably just my imagination," she thought. "That light's probably always been there, a security light. I've just never noticed it before. And the trees are just thick. There's no proof that a tree house exists there."

She turned and peered at it again, this time convincing herself that she must be mistaken. How could she find out for sure?

Then she got an idea. If someone -- Joey -- were there, he'd have to turn off his light if he wanted to watch her. As soon as she turned her light on, he would be bound to notice. If the light went off, she could assume he was there. If not, she could write the whole episode down as further evidence she was living in her fantasies a little too often.

She left the room again and entered, this time turning on the overhead light as she often did. Suddenly the window became a mirror, and she couldn't see the light at all, couldn't even see if it had been extinguished. She walked back into her dressing room, leaving its light out, closed the door, and peered through the window. Sure enough, the light was now off. He must be watching, she thought. At first she was angry, but that soon passed as she realized what an opportunity she had.

Here was her captive audience.

She went back into the bedroom and began her show by going to the dresser and removing her necklace. She'd play it as if she were just undressing for bed and then got a little aroused. She removed the jacket to the suit she was wearing, leaving her in a sleeveless, almost transparent white blouse (which is why she had to keep the jacket on during the dance). Underneath she was wearing a lacy red bra. She loved how sexy it looked, how brazen it made her feel. Watching herself in the mirror, she began touching her breasts, weighing them in each hand, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. At first she was only acting aroused, but soon she felt it.

She walked around her bed and sat facing the window. She lifted one leg, causing her skirt to fly up and reveal her red, French cut panties.

She carefully undid the strap of the shoe, making sure to take her time and reveal her long legs, red stockings and the growing wet spot in the middle of her panties. She stroked herself lightly, as if forgetting the shoe. Finally, she removed it and repeated the ritual with the other. Once finished, she slipped her thumbs through the waist band of her panties and began slipping them off, lying back and curling her legs back towards her chest so she could pull off the underwear. She then let her right leg dangle to the floor, keeping her left heel up on the bed and thus revealing everything. She could imagine him watching, his hard cock in his hand, her panties wrapped around it. She left the panties suspended from her left ankle and began touching herself.

Joey was watching indeed, watching with amazement and even greater pain.

He'd entered his tree house with the intentions of relieving his frustrations by wrapping Jackie's panties around his cock and reliving the evening, this time with his own climax mixed in. He'd spent a few moments spreading out his sleeping bag and getting undressed. Then he'd placed the still damp panties to his nose to smell, noticing that though the musk smell was arousing, it didn't fill him with the kind of excitement he'd felt while sharing the smell of Alice's panties with her. He couldn't help wondering whether she was still up, so he retrieved his binoculars and looked across the fence to see if her house was lighted. It was dark at the back, but he imagined he could see lights in the front part of the house, meaning that she was probably still awake. He wanted relief -- he was suffering an agonizing case of blue balls -- but he couldn't help but hope he'd see her return home and undress for bed. He'd just about given up on that possibility when suddenly he saw the light come on, saw her enter her bedroom, saw her begin preparing for bed and then becoming aroused. At first he just watched, but when she began touching herself, he began touching himself.

He had himself nearly to the point of orgasm when she suddenly got up and disappeared.

What now? Had she come? If so, it had been without the usual muscle spasms. No, here she was again, now laying out her bed clothes, a baby doll outfit consisting of a pastel pink translucent teddy and tiny matching panties. She disappeared for a moment and then returned, now swaying as if to music. She again was dancing for him, teasing him, slowly pulling off her blouse, toying with the straps of her brassiere, finally letting it fall in front of her. She began caressing her breasts, weighing them in her hand, slowly pulling at her nipples. Now she was bending down to retrieve the red bra, showing him her ass and the furry womb beneath. He could stand no more teasing, so he pulled his pants back up and quietly left his tree house, jumped the wall and made his way barefoot to her front door. Why should they settle for masturbation when they could be together?

He had to ring the bell three times before he could hear her moving through the house towards the front door. First the light came one, and he could feel her looking at him through the peephole. He smiled, feeling himself blush and half wishing he hadn't come over so impulsively. She made him wait another long three minutes before she opened the door. When she did, he could see she'd pulled on a long, silky sheer pink robe, transparent enough that he could see she'd pulled the teddy on before coming to the door.

"What do you want?" she asked, as if she hadn't just been wanting him. Hadn't she been teasing him on purpose? He didn't know what to say, but he knew he had to get in, had to touch her, had to have relief.

"I was hoping we could talk."

"I don't think we'd better, Joey. What happened last week was a mistake. I shouldn't have -- "

"It was the best thing that's ever happened to me, Mrs.-- Alice."

"I thought I told you -- "

"You did, you said I'd have to make it with a girl my own age before -- "

"And did you?"

"Almost."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I got to third base, as they say, but I came home in pain."

He saw her eyes drop to his crotch, where his rigid bulge ached and his balls throbbed in pain. He could see her considering, could see her fighting with herself over what to do. He sighed and turned to go.

"No. Wait."

"Yes?"

"Did she tease you?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"Come in and tell me about it."

He followed her in, followed her back to her bedroom, stood in the doorway as he watched her light a candle sitting on the night table. He watched her go to the window and close the drapes, watched her let the robe fall from her shoulders. She let it fall as far as her elbows, so that she exposed her breasts, nipples stiff and pushing against the almost transparent fabric of her teddy. She let him look for a moment and then removed it entirely. He couldn't help himself when he saw her long, perfect legs, almost completely naked beneath her short teddy. She was wearing a pair of pink house slippers with little heels that threw her calf muscles into relief and made her seductive walk even more sexy. Or so he thought as he watched her turn, saunter into the dressing room, and then return. She plopped down on the bed, leaning against the headboard and watching him.

He walked over towards the bed, eager to take her into his arms, but she held up her hands.

"Stay where you are. I want to hear about your evening first."

"But I'm in pain."

"OK, take off your pants."

He eagerly did so, stepping out of his pants, his erection springing up against his belly. He started to remove his T-shirt, but she asked him to leave it on.

"It's sexier that way," she said. "Now come here and tell me about it."

He walked over to the bed. She took his erection in her hand and slowly began stroking.

"I want to hear every detail."

He began explaining, leaving nothing to her imagination, describing how Jackie had dressed, how her legs had felt against his hard prick as they danced, how she'd touched him, how they'd left and kissed on the way, how he'd taken Alice's advice to be a little rude. While he was explaining, she slowly moved her hand up and down on his dribbling cock, stopping whenever she felt him nearing his inevitable explosion. While she stroked him, she began stroking herself through her panties. When he began describing how he'd removed Jackie's panties, she asked him to remove hers. He did, thrilled by their wetness and the warm musky smell of her. She kept her legs spread. He explained how beautiful Jackie had looked, her legs spread, her pink gash peeking at him from its nest of blond curls. When he did, she pulled one knee up against her chest and let the other leg dangle off the side of the bed.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, only different."

"How so?"

But he couldn't explain it. For some reason, he felt compelled by the sight and smell of Alice in a way that he didn't feel with Jackie. Sure, he got very hot for the young girl, but there was something so much more . . . interesting about Alice.

"Well?" Alice prompted, slowly stroking him.

"You have better legs, for one thing."

"Thank you."

"And you're just so much more . . ."

"More what?"

He looked at her, her breasts heaving beneath the short teddy, her cunt beckoning him, her long legs and beautiful face and lovely thick hair.

"More of a woman, I guess." He wanted to say he thought he was in love with Alice, but he knew that couldn't be, and if it were, there was no future in it, so he said nothing, turning his attention back to the story. He told her about touching Jackie's wet slit, of finding her swollen clit and running his finger over its slickness until he could feel the muscles in Jackie's legs beginning to jerk.

"You mean she came?"

"Yes, several times."

"And you?"

"Well, there wasn't time."

"You mean she timed it that way?"

"I don't know. She touched me, felt my balls and rubbed her hand gently in the juice I was leaking. She even put me into her mouth."

"And you didn't come?"

"Almost. She had me there, but then we noticed the time."

"And that was it?"

"No, when we got home . . . "

And he described what had happened then. By the time he explained having Jackie let him have a look to remember when he masturbated, Alice was soaking wet herself. He could see the fragrant juice glistening on her thighs. He tried to touch her, but she wouldn't let him.

"I don't think we should do any more than you did with her, Joey, because I don't want to be the old slut you come to for relief after you've been teased by the little girls in your class."

He wanted to tell her she'd never be any such thing in his mind, that she was his ideal woman, that he'd been dreaming of her ever since she'd moved in. On the other hand, what he liked most about her, sexually, was her enjoyment of playing the tease, of dancing for him, of her backyard episodes.

"So you're going to tease me, too?"

"Not exactly."

"Then what?"

"I want you to jerk off for me. Spill your spunk all over me, over my breasts."

She pulled the left strap of her teddy down so that her breast was freed. He watched as she played with her nipple before slowly removing the rest of the garment. She directed him to get onto the bed, on his knees between her spread legs. He could see her eyes on his cock, could see her hands lanquidly stroking her cunt lips, could see the wet pink flesh between her fingers.

"Do it, Joey. Do it for me."

So he did, though it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. Still, he needed to have relief soon, so he began stroking himself.

"I'll let you know when," Alice said, as she focused her stroking on clit, rotating her right index finger over its head. Joey could imagine nothing more beautiful than Alice's slender hands touching herself, her fingernails a bright red contrast to her light brown skin and the brown curls of her pussy. He could have come in a moment, but he moved slowly, waiting for her to say when. He got himself to the edge and then kept himself there with slow movements.

"Oh, yes, Joey, I'm just about there," Alice said, pulling her legs towards her chest.

"I want to feel that hot sperm on my breasts, on my skin. Spill it on me, Joey."

He watched her hand, a blur of movement between her legs. He knew it would be soon. He felt good, felt as if he'd drown her when he came. He'd wanted more, but somehow he could imagine almost nothing sexier than having this perfect woman naked on her back beneath him, her legs spread, her arousal obvious and strong, her hands, her sexy hands, moving her to orgasm. He knew it would be only a moment more, could tell it by the spasms in the muscles of her legs and stomach.

"Now!" she said, and he was as good as she'd hoped, exploding on her command. He'd been so horny for so long that the first spurt hit her on the face, landing in a thick ribbon of goo running from her forehead down to her chin. The next jumped but not as far, landing in a long string on her breasts and stomach. He continued pumping until he was dry but still tingling. And he could see that she had already had her first orgasm and was working on the next.

"Let me," he said, lowering himself to the bed and putting his face into her crotch. She resisted at first, but soon she let him pull her hands away and begin licking, taking his head in her hands. It wouldn't take much, he knew, she knew, and he licked her slowly, sucking on her lips and clit, loving the feel of her in his mouth.

"Oh, God yes, Joey, that's it, don't stop!"

He didn't, staying close as she lifted her ass off the bed in her excitement. When she'd finished, he was as hard and horny as he'd been at the beginning. He lay on top of her, excited by the feel of his own sticky sperm on her torso, and let the head of his cock poke the wet mouth of her cunt.

"No, Joey, please, not that, not tonight."

"But why? I'm aching."

"I'll eat you, but I won't fuck you until you've had someone your own age."

"Why?"

"Because that's the way I feel. Do you want me to eat you?"

He did and didn't all at once, but he was in no position to argue. She took him into his mouth and began stroking him with her hand while she licked him and sucked him.

Pulling away for a moment, she said, "Fuck my mouth, Joey." She got on her knees, leaning forward and taking his ass in her hands, encouraging him to rut against her. He began fucking her mouth, and she looked up at him. He caught her eye, saw the desire there, noticed that she'd begun masturbating again, and then exploded. She drank every drop, licked him clean, as she came herself.

"You'd better go," she said.

"But -- "

"Please, Joey. Don't make it any harder for me."

"When can I see you again?"

She was tempted to say he could see her any day just by looking at her from his tree house, but she didn't want to give away her knowledge of his tree house yet, so she said she'd see him after he'd finally made it with a girl his own age.

"Why don't you make it with someone your own age?" he asked, surprised by his own anger. He left before she could answer.

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A Rude Awakening

Michael Dagley

Chapter Four

But that was more easily said than done. Not that he didn't come close.

On the very next weekend, just one week before the senior prom, he and Jackie visited Jackie's best friend, Terri Claxton. Jackie was having dinner with the Claxtons, so she went ahead early, taking her family's car. Since Joey had to eat dinner with his family, he agreed to follow later. Besides, his family and the Claxtons lived in the same neighborhood, so he walked over. He found the two girls playing ping- pong in the den, but they quit when he arrived. He was a bit disappointed since he loved playing ping-pong and rarely got the chance, but the girls had already played all the ping-pong they could stand. He was happy to see that Jackie was dressed in a very thin sun dress, a floral print with blue flowers. He could see the outline of her bra and panties through it when she stood in the light. They kissed and held hands.

Terri's parents would be out until very late, so Terri invited Jackie and Joey upstairs to their bedroom to watch TV. They kept the color TV up there, and neither Joey nor Jackie had access to one, so it was a treat. Terri led the way up the stairs, Joey following and noticing that he could see the pale blue cotton of her panties under her white cotton skirt. He hadn't noticed Terri all that much before, keeping his attention on Jackie. Besides, Terri had always struck him as a stuck up, intellectual type, a girl who wore glasses and was always reading a book. As she mounted the steps in front of him, however, he saw her from a different point of view. He couldn't help but notice how sexy she was, how long her legs, how distracting the round peach shape of her bottom. She was wearing white tennis shoes and blue socks, and he loved the way her calf muscles flexed as she climbed the stairs.

Her parents had the color TV in one corner of their large bedroom with a sofa and love seat clustered around it. Jackie and Joey took the sofa, and Terri lounged across from them on the love seat. At first Joey sat watching TV while Jackie and Terri were talking, but then he felt the pressure of Jackie's leg against his and turned his attention back to the girls.

When he looked at Jackie, she cast her eyes to the side, indicating Terri. He turned to look at her and was amazed. She'd drawn up one of her legs, and he could clearly see her panties beneath her skirt. Terri appeared to be unconcerned, her attention focused on "The Man from U.N.C.L.E," but Joey's concern made itself known immediately. His cock literally crawled down his pants leg as he felt a jolt run through him at the unexpected sight of her long tanned legs and short little skirt, flipped back by her right leg, its muscles taut and elegant, her pale blue panties pulled tightly across the slight mound of her pussy. He tried to watch the program, but he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering back to the sight. He even thought he could see several strands of black hair peeping from one edge of her panties.

Suddenly she coughed. Joey looked up to see her looking him right in the eye. He blushed. She smiled.

"Excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom."

"Sure."

As soon as she'd gone, Jackie slid over closer to him and pulled his head around. They kissed.

"Did you see her?" she asked in between kisses.

"How could I help it?"

"You shouldn't have!" she said, pulling back.

"You pointed it out to me!"

"Well, I bet your mind was fully of nasty ideas."

"What makes you say that?"

She looked at the hard bulge in his shorts. She grabbed the hard rod and helped free it from the leg of Joey's pants. She then stroked its length with her fingertips. He moaned. She squeezed.

"A woman's intuition."

"Huh?"

"That's how I knew."

"Knew what?"

"Just kiss me, silly."

They kissed, and he put his arm around her, rubbing her back with his hand while he teased the tip of her tongue with his. He could hear her moan. She suddenly stopped and sat up.

"What were you thinking?" She put her hand into his shorts and took his cock in it, clasping it tightly in her fingers.

"When?" he gasped.

"You know when. When you were looking at her pussy."

"Nothing. I was just looking."

"No fantasies?"

"Not really. The sight alone was so . . ."

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes, I want to know how you feel, what it's like for you, what turns you on. We could have some fine times in the next week or so."

"Week or so?"

"Yeah. After that I have to go to Europe. We're leaving the evening after graduation."

"So you won't be going to the prom with me?"

She squeezed him hard.

"Guess not. But I'll be back."

"By then I'll be away at college."

"Let's not think about that. Tell me what turned you on so much. I saw the way it grew when you first looked at her."

"She has beautiful legs, for one thing. They're long and slender and tanned. Don't you think she has good legs?"

"I didn't think you had noticed."

"I didn't until tonight. Tonight she's . . . "

" . . .very sexy."

"Exactly. It just turned me on the way she seemed to be sitting there with no idea we were looking at her. It seemed forbidden, wicked. You know?"

"Yeah." They kissed. He began teasing her breasts through her flimsy sun dress. She alternately squeezed and loosened her grip on his cock, a slow undulation that had him aching but nowhere near orgasm. They heard a cough and turned. Terri was coming out of the bathroom. Joey felt Jackie give his prick one last hard squeeze before releasing it and composing herself.

Terri walked past them to the love seat and stretched out. They watched TV for a minute, but soon Joey was watching Terri again. She was sitting back on the love seat, both legs stretched along its length, absent-mindedly playing with her hair while watching TV, her hands stretched above her head. Joey noticed the way it pushed her breasts against the thin fabric of her blue pullover. The tiny garment only covered her breasts and upper belly, leaving her belly button bare, but it was clear as she leaned back that she was not wearing a bra. Joey couldn't remember whether she'd been wearing one before, but he was certain she wasn't wearing one now. He could see how the nipples pushed against the fabric, how full and firm her breasts looked beneath the cotton. He looked away at the TV, trying to make himself watch it steadily until the next commercial. He didn't make it.

Jackie pressed against him with her thigh. He looked again at Terri and noticed that her legs were parted just enough that he could see her upper thighs. He should have been able to see the pale blue of her panties, even in the shadow of her skirt, but he could see nothing, only black. He watched as furtively as he could, pretending to concentrate on Napoleon Solo's current plight on TV, but his eyes drifted back to Terri. She let her hand slip from her hair to her thigh, scratching it lightly. She then ran her hand up the top of her thigh, scratching absent-mindedly ever higher on her leg, slowly pulling up her dress. She continued until he was sure of what he'd only suspected at first: she'd removed her panties. That is, he thought he was sure. How else could it still appear so dark?

"Joey!"

Joey jumped and looked up to see Terri staring him straight in his hot red face.

"Yes?"

"Wouldn't you and Jackie like to make out a little."

He blushed furiously. He knew she was responding to his having stared so long and longingly at her legs, having tried so hard to see if she were wearing panties.

He said nothing.

"Don't mind me. I like to watch . . . "

"Watch?"

"Yeah, and not TV."

"Oh, I don't know." Joey looked at Jackie. She was smiling. Could she have been in on something he didn't know about?

"I thought you said he did some rude things with you last week, Jackie. Sounded hot to me."

"I was melting, Terri."

"He doesn't seem so hot now. He seems a little scared."

"I doubt he's scared."

"I'm just not used to having an audience," he said, his voice cracking, making him blush furiously.

"Believe me, he was hot."

"Did he tongue you?" Terri asked, rubbing both her hands along her inner thighs. Her skirt was barely, teasingly, covering her pussy.

"I told you what he did."

"But I don't remember."

"He just turned me on like you wouldn't believe."

"How?"

"I don't know. I guess it was . . . his kisses, his hands, his fingers, his . . . "

"Yes? His?" Terri was leaning backward. The thick triangle of black hair was clear to see now, her white thighs almost gleaming in the light of the TV.

"What was she about to say, Joey?" Terri asked. "Your hands, your fingers, your what?" She was smiling, almost laughing, at the embarrassment of her best friend's boyfriend.

"You know," Jackie said.

"I do?"

"I think so," Jackie said as she began stroking Joey's thigh lightly with the tips of her fingers, up and down, higher and higher, until she ran it slowly along the hard length of his cock, which was pointing straight at his belly button and easy to make out in his well-worn shorts.

"His cock?"

"Exactly. His cock. His prick. His dick. You name it."

"His 'ding-dong'?."

"It rang my bell."

The girls laughed.

"What does it look like? I've never seen one, you know."

"Really? It's beautiful. But it's especially nice to touch."

"I don't think I could ever do THAT!" She giggled. "But I would like to see it some time."

"How about now?"

"I don't know. What would he say?" She looked Joey straight in the eyes, her hands slowly moving up her thighs and converging at her pussy.

His eyes followed her fingers. "Would you show it to me now, Joey?"

"I don't know, I . . . "

"Let me get it prepared, Terri."

"What do you mean?" Joey asked, but he was answered by seeing Jackie stand.

"I'm in the mood to do a little dance. What do you say we turn off the TV, put on the stereo. Some slow songs."

Terri had just the thing and put it on. Jackie invited Joey up, so he joined her. She was wearing a summer dress and sandals with two-inch heels. She'd put on some sexy underwear (French cut panties and the flimsiest of bras -- she'd crossed her fingers in hopes that her mother wouldn't notice them missing). Joey was wearing loose shorts, a T- shirt. He stepped out of his sandals and stood barefoot to take Jackie into his arms. They danced as before, staring one another in the eye, the lengths of their bodies lightly touching. Joey tried to pull her a little closer, but she resisted, so he kept the contact easy, but he let his hands wander down her back. He feared she might protest, but she just smiled. He grew bolder and took the cheeks of her ass into his hands, lightly massaging it as they danced.

At all times, they kept eye contact. She could feel the hardness of his penis pressing against her belly, and she gently moved against it, causing him to catch his breath. She kept the contact delicate and constant, a steady stream of belly massages against the tingling length of his cock. Thus it seemed she was dancing chastely while she was actually rousing his lust even further.

As they danced, they heard a moan and looked over to see that Terri was watching them very carefully, her hand twitching at her pussy, her fingers glowing wet, her pink slit winking between her fingers. They began watching her but performing for her at the same time. Joey started massaging Jackie's breasts while she rubbed his cock through his cutoffs. They kissed, closing their eyes, only to open them and find that Terri had lifted her top above her bust and was gently squeezing the nipple of her left breast. Joey was surprised at how beautiful her breasts were, their nipples a dark red contrast to her very white skin. Her breasts were smaller than Jackie's, but their aureolae were larger, as big as silver dollars, punctuated with soft nipples standing proud.

Joey began pulling up Jackie's skirt, lifting it finally above her ass to expose the black lace panties, cut severely at the hips and back to reveal most of the buttocks. He held it up as he danced with Jackie, pulling her forward so that Terri could see her bent over from behind. Jackie played along, waving her ass lewdly at her friend's face.

Joey paused for a moment, holding Jackie down while he looked at Terri. She looked him straight in the eye, all the while lazily stroking the swollen lips peeking between the hairs of her snatch. She smiled at him and looked at Jackie as if to indicate she could see how sexy and beautiful Jackie was. He smiled at her, sheepishly, and pulled Jackie to her feet, continuing to lift her dress over her head.

"No, don't remove the dress!" Terri cried. "Just remove the panties. And her bra. I'll bet her breasts would look very sexy beneath that sun dress. You can almost see through it anyway."

Joey bent and removed the panties, slowly, taking advantage of it to look up at the blond hairs and pink lips of Jackie's vagina. He then went behind her and pressed his hard penis against the soft, yielding flesh of her ass -- it felt so delicious sliding naked beneath her dress. He began stroking her breasts. After feeling how hard the tips of her nipples were, he undid the buttons in the back of the dress, slipped it down over her shoulders, and undid the bra. Before she could get out of it, however, he reached around her and began stroking the naked flesh of her breasts, enjoying the sexy feel of her nipples against the palms of his hands. After a minute or so of this, he helped her ease the dress over her shoulders, then helped her out of her bra.

In a sudden inspiration, he held her arms behind her back and turned her so that Terri could see her naked breasts above her fallen dress, which was caught on her hands.

"Joey!" she yelped, surprised and embarrassed. She couldn't lift her arms to cover herself, and she looked deliciously exposed and sexy. He nipples jutted in two directions, the color a pink only a little darker than her flesh. Her tan lines framed her breasts and made them seem even more naked.

"Very nice, Joey. She's certainly exquisitely made. How pert her nipples are, how the proud flesh makes them stand out. And she seems almost shamed, even though she's looking me in the eye and licking her lips."

Joey turned her around and kissed her long and deep while feeling her breasts with his hands, pulling softly on her nipples. Finally, he bent and began kissing them. Jackie let her head fall back as she sighed with pleasure. Terri increased the tempo of her fingers as she watched.

"Quickly, get her back into the dress. I'm waiting to see you, you know. I've seen women before."

Joey quickly complied, removing the bra, buttoning her up and turning her round so that her back faced him. She rotated her ass against his cock, stroking it with the crack. He kissed her neck, felt her breasts and finally felt her reaching behind herself to squeeze his cock. He stepped to the right so Terri could see her doing this. He pulled her dress up to reveal her nakedness, watching her body as he let it fall, repeating the process several times until both he and Terri were further heated by the sight of Jackie's perfect body.

"OK, Terri, Joey. It's Show Time."

She fell to her knees in front of Joey, her dress flying up as she did, and looked up at him. She smiled and licked her lips. Then she pointed her ass at Terri, and laughing, pulled her dress up to expose her behind. Terri could see the firm white flesh of her ass surrounding the soft moss covering her slit. Terri could barely pull her eyes away from the sight, but she didn't want to miss the unveiling. She watched Jackie reach up and begin pulling his zipper down. His springy cock virtually burst from his jeans. He was wearing no underwear.

"That explains that," Terri said.

"What?" Joey asked.

"I was wondering why I could see the outline of your cock so clearly. Now I know."

"Isn't it beautiful?" Jackie asked as she took it into her fist and began slowly stroking up and down. "The head is purple. Come look."

"I don't know."

"It won't bite. Watch!" She bent and kissed the swollen head of his prick. She looked at Terri and winked before kissing it again and then letting it slide into her mouth. She pulled back and licked all around it, excited at how rigid the flesh could become.

"Come look, Terri."

"OK, but I won't touch it." Terri stood and stretched without pulling her shirt down. He breasts were soon inches from Joey's face, and he couldn't help but think about her being naked under her short skirt. She leaned forward and soon was only inches from his cock. She blew on the head, and Joey jumped.

"Ooh, it's so responsive!" she squealed.

"Watch this," Jackie said. She licked its length, from bottom to top. Joey shivered, and as she kissed it, the head of his penis jerked forwards, sliding into Jackie's mouth for a second and then withdrawing.

"What power you have, Jackie."

"I didn't even know it until the other day."

"So has he tongued your slit?"

"Terri!"

"Well, has he?"

"I told you he hadn't."

"Then don't you think it's time he started? I've heard it has a delightful effect."

"I don't know if he wants to."

"He wants to. Why do you think his prick is kicking in your hand while we talk about it."

Joey pulled Jackie to her feet and kissed her, letting his hands linger in the curls of her pussy while she stroked his cock. He led her to the couch, pushed her back on it, and spread her legs. She first hid her face and then peeked to see Joey smiling up at her.

"It's so disgusting!" she said.

"Hush, Jackie. Let him be the judge of that."

"You don't have to do this, Joey, not if you don't want to," Jacke said.

"I want to! It looks delicious to me!"

"It's been cooking in its own juices," Terri said. Indeed it had. They were running down her thighs. Joey could see the rare flesh between the garnish of blond, and he found its beauty compelling. He bent forward and began running his tongue lightly over the length of her lips, pausing just at her clitoris.

"Sweet, but not cloying," he said, causing both girls to burst into unexpected laughter. He stifled his own laughter and returned to licking Jackie's cunt. Again he licked it up and down, very lightly. After he'd assured himself that she was completely moist, right to the hair of her bush, her began licking against her clitoris with the flat of his tongue. Soon Jackie was moaning, her hips jerking. He could see Terri sitting on the couch near Jackie, her skirt and blouse pulled up, the fingers of her right hand moving madly against the mound of her sex, the fingers of her left hand playing with her breasts.

When Joey felt Jackie's hips begin their slow undulation, he sucked her clitoris into his mouth and licked it repeatedly, gently, trying to find her rhythm. When he found it, her hips began jerking even harder. He took her ass into his hands to keep her from slipping away. Then, as she lost herself in the screams and spasms of her orgasm, he looked Terri right in the eye. She was looking at him, stroking herself furiously, the muscles in her thighs and belly jerking. The two girls came together, screaming their pleasure, their bodies tightening and jumping wildly. Joey continued licking tenderly as Jackie's orgasm died down, never licking too hard, keeping with her. He wanted to make her come again, but Terri had other ideas.

"Have you ever seen him come?" she asked Jackie.

"No."

"Why don't you make him come now. Please? I want to watch. I'm sure he wants to come. He's burning with lust after watching us, aren't you Joey?"

In answer he stood and let the hard length of his cock brush against Terri's leg. He knelt over her and let his cock brush against her left foot. He took a step closer to her, looking her in the eye. She stared as if hypnotized at his cock. He came so close that she could have licked it had she felt the urge.

"He sure looks horny, Jackie."

He was. His balls were aching. He turned, and Jackie immediately took his cock into her hands. He sat, and she alternately kissed and stroked it. Terri masturbated, watching in fascination. Joey felt his orgasm building, felt the familiar tingle course through the inner shaft of his penis, felt the building pressure in his balls. He could see Jackie looking at his face, his eyes, and Terri looking at his cock.

But before he could come, they heard someone knocking at the door, calling Terri's name.

"Just a minute!" Terri answered. "It's my parents!"

The girls picked up their underwear and dropped their clothing into place, but Joey had to run in aching disbelief with his shorts and sandals to the bathroom.

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A Rude Awakening

Chapter Five

Just after Joey closed the bedroom door, he heard the voice of Terri's mother calling Terri for help getting her father to bed.

"He's tanked again, Mom?"

"Just help me get him into bed!"

Joey could easily imagine that Terri's mother, Mrs. Claxton, would soon be coming into the bathroom, so he looked for a place to hide. The linen closet offered too little room for him to enter and pull the door completely shut, so that wouldn't do. The shower had built-in doors of opaque glass, so he couldn't very well hide there either.

"Help me, darlin'," he heard Mrs. Claxton calling to her daughter. "I've got a burnin' need for the bathroom."

He'd never fit behind the toilet.

"The bathroom? Uh, Mom, shouldn't we get Dad undressed first?"

Should he crouch down in the bath tub?

"Let him sleep in his suit. Maybe it'll teach him a lesson. Now get to

bed. Good-night."

Too late. He opted for the closet.

"Good-night."

Joey pulled the door to the closet nearly shut just in time to see Terri's mother enter the bathroom. She'd only be able to see him if she

looked at the door from just the right angle, but Joey felt vulnerable to being caught. Still, he had a view of half the bathroom, including the sink and toilet, so he clearly saw Terri's mother as she hiked her skirt and sat. When he heard the rush of her stream splashing into the bowl, his aching penis throbbed painfully, making him curious to get a better look at Mrs. Claxton.

She was a brunette with brown eyes, and her shoulder-length hair had been given a permanent, causing it to be curly all over. Joey thought it made her look beautiful as she leaned forward with her eyes closed, her full breasts pressing against her pink taffeta dress. Joey was surprised at how good she looked. She seemed a generation older than Alice, yet he found himself aroused as he watched her pee. From what he

could see she had a great figure, her body slim and sexy. Too soon, she finished, wiped herself and returned to her place in front of the sink.

She reached behind her and unclasped her dress. She then zipped it about half way down, turning to unzip the rest of it from below. It fell forward, revealing her ample breasts confined in a pink bra. The dress dropped to her hips. She stretched and turned half towards Joey.

She was beautiful. He could see her nipples through the translucent lace of the bra.

She then eased the dress over her hips and let it drop to the floor, revealing pink panties of the same lace. Joey could plainly see the thick black hair, the pouting lips of her pussy through the skimpy pink garment. The whiteness of her legs above pink stockings made him want to touch her thighs, to feel for himself whether they were as soft as they looked. She stepped out of the dress, folded it and bent over to place it into a hamper. While bent over, she reached around behind her to unclasp her bra and let it drop into her hands. It, too, she put into the hamper. Joey watched all from behind her, mesmerized by the sight of her long legs, bare back and skimpy pink panties. They were spread across her pussy, and he could see the vertical line of her labia. She pulled out a nightgown and stood, extending her hands above her head and letting the gown fall down upon her body. It was made of a

black diaphanous material, and Joey could see Mrs. Claxton's long, lithe

body through it. She reached beneath it and pulled off her panties. She then slowly pulled down her left stocking, bending forward to remove

it from her foot. Joey could see her ass draped in lace as she bent forward, could see the dark hair and pink lips of her sex beneath the spread cheeks. She repeated the procedure with the other stocking. She

then stood and turned. Joey got a quick glimpse of her body completely naked beneath the nightgown before she flipped off the light and left the bathroom.

Joey deliberately counted to one thousand in the dark of the linen closet, trying to get the image of Mrs. Claxton's body out of his mind.

He realized with surprise that she had become sexier as she covered her body completely with the black transparent material. Shouldn't she be sexier naked? He tried to erase the memory, to let his erection subside. His balls were throbbing with pain, as if he'd been kicked. He had to get some relief, and that meant he had to get out of this closet and then out of the house. He quietly pushed the linen closet door forward and crept into the bathroom, half lit by the light coming through the open door from the bedroom. He tip-toed towards the door.

Suddenly he heard something. He stopped and listened. The sound was muffled, but it seemed to be some kind of movement. Then he heard nothing. He waited, breathing as quietly as he possibly could. He sneaked forward to the door and stopped. He could hear something moving, a regular movement, but he couldn't place it. Then he heard a moan. A woman's moan. Then nothing. Could she be moving and talking in her sleep?

He got down on his knees and put his head out the door so he could see the room. There was a dim lamp on by the bed. In its light, Joey saw Mr. Claxton lying on his back, dressed in a suit. Mrs. Claxton, lay perpendicular to his body and had his fly open, his penis out and in her

mouth. He could see her head bobbing, then pausing, the half-hard penis

in her hand. She licked it up and down, brushed it against her lips, took it into her mouth. She pushed it against her cheeks. She kissed it. But Joey could see she was getting no real response. The penis remained only half hard, and the man was completely asleep. Joey couldn't imagine sleeping through such a performance. He wished he could trade places with the man.

Mrs. Claxton moved around to the foot of the bed and climbed on it to attack the problem from a new angle. This afforded Joey a view of her backside, still draped in the black lace. As he watched, he determined that she was fingering herself as she licked the penis. Her hips were moving in time to her hands. The gown slowly worked its way up her legs

until it fell forward onto her back, exposing her utterly to Joey's horny eyes. Her legs were spread, and Joey could see that Mrs. Claxton had a beautiful wet pussy, lips parted to reveal a thin line of pink flesh. He even imagined he could see her clit, a slimy knob about the size of a pencil's eraser, as her fingers slid back and forth across it.

Her ass was delicately undulating.

Suddenly she stopped and crawled up onto the bed, straddling the man's body. Joey watched as she reached his head. She bent close to the man's face, but she spoke loudly.

"I'm horny, Honey. Do you care? Or do you think we should let sleeping

dogs lie? If I did this to you, you'd call me a bitch, so I guess that makes you a dog. Anyway, why should I waste my time trying to raise the

dead? Don't you agree, honey?" There was no answer, of course. "You can't even wake up for this," she said, evidently indicating something she was doing with her fingers as she bent forward. Perhaps she was letting the man smell the muskiness of her fingers? No matter, he didn't awaken.

Joey knew she could return to the bathroom, so he scampered back to the linen closet.

Just in time. Suddenly his eyes hurt as the light of the bathroom was turned on. When his eyes got used to it, he saw Mrs. Claxton sitting on

the toilet, her legs spread, her fingers sliding against the lips of her

clitoris, her hips already jerking with the first twitching of an orgasm. Joey's prick was aching, so slipped his shorts down and grabbed

it. He slowly began jerking himself off, captivated by the sight of Mrs. Claxton's fingers lightly tracing the slick wet furrow in the midst

of her shiny black pubic hair, her head thrown back, her left hand casually pulling on her left nipple through the thin material of her gown. He could feel his orgasm rising, so he tried to aim it into his shorts, but when he pulled at the elastic, he lost his balance, the door

flew open, and he fell forward. Now he stood two feet from Mrs. Claxton, his hand strongly squeezing his penis, already quivering with the arising of his orgasm, trying not shoot to into Mrs. Claxton's face.

Mrs. Claxton seemed oblivious, though her eyes were half-open and focused right on the shiny purple head of his prick. Her hips were jerking sharply now, and she couldn't, wouldn't, stop herself. Her right hand moved ever more slowly against her clitoris, but she was obviously about to come. Joey heard her moan. He tried to hold back, but he could control himself no better than she could. She grunted and her body went stiff as her fingers moved and her hips jerked and she moaned and groaned. Her body arched stiffly again and again. It was too much for Joey. Suddenly a long stream of semen burst from his penis, hitting Mrs. Claxton in the side of her face.

"Oh!" she sighed. She opened her eyes and looked clearly at Joey's cock

as it spewed forth a second load of gray matter, hitting Mrs. Claxton's right shoulder and breast. She continued to stroke herself, moaning as she watched the penis squirt a third time.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! I'm going to come again!" she whispered to him.

Joey couldn't stop himself. He stepped forward, still stroking himself,

feeling another spasm coming. He reached her face, she opened her mouth, the wet purple head of his prick slipped in. He groaned as he sprayed her mouth with an intense discharge. She sucked on him for a moment as she slowly quieted her fingers, licking and sucking him in time to her slowing strokes. She held his penis in her mouth and looked

up at him. He was still jerking in the last throws of his orgasm. Finally he finished and opened his eyes, looking straight into hers. She let his penis slowly slip from her mouth, kissing it as he stepped back.

"What were you doing?" she asked. "Were you watching me?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean, I didn't mean to be. It's hard to explain."

"How do you happen to be coming out of my linen closet at midnight?" She

smiled, "Are you a spy?"

"I wasn't spying on you, Mrs. Claxton, honest I wasn't. I was just, that is, I had to use the bathroom and you came home and I was embarrassed and --"

"My name is Ramona. I know you weren't spying on me. Joey? Isn't that

your name?" She took some toilet paper and began daubing the semen from

her face and gown and hair.

"Yeah. Joey Adler."

"What were you doing tonight. I want the truth."

"Nothing. Watching TV."

"Don't try to fool me."

"I'm not. We were watching TV. I had to go to the bathroom. Then you came home, but I couldn't, that is, I was --"

"-- too aroused to appear in front of me?"

"Well . . . Jackie and I were kissing. You know."

"And kissing arouses you?" Ramona stood and faced Joey. They were within inches of one another, he with his penis half-hard and pressing against the lacy material covering her belly, she with a strange smile on her lips.

"What do you think? Of course it does."

She pushed herself closer to him. He could feel the pressure of her breasts against his chest, the pressure of life returning to his cock, inching it forward.

"Is that all?"

"All what?"

"All it takes?"

"For what?"

"For you to get hard."

He was hard now, the head of his penis caught against her. She was a tall woman, tall enough that he could kiss her forehead without bending,

and his penis pressed against her lower belly. She wriggled her hips, letting the penis go free and stand straight up. She stepped into him.

"Is that really all you did with Jackie? I mean, surely you'd lose your

arousal if all you'd been doing was kissing."

She reached down and took his penis into her hand.

"Wouldn't you?"

She began slowly stroking it as she looked him straight in the eye. Joey could see what he'd never noticed before when he had visited Terri,

that she was a beautiful woman. He loved her smile, thinking it a sardonic smile, even if he wasn't totally sure what the word meant.

And though he didn't know it, the word was apt. She was thirty-six years old and felt confined by her life. She'd always kept herself in shape, and lately she'd been hornier than ever before in her life. Her husband was completely unreliable, and even when he did rise to the occasion, he was slurred by alcohol. That's how she thought of his sexual prowess: slurred by alcohol. Perhaps she was so horny now because sex was something she couldn't have. Perhaps it was because she

could see her daughter reaching sexual maturity and becoming more and more curious. She couldn't help but be reminded of her own first forays

into foreplay in the back seat of a car. She had often fantasized about

being young again, or at least being with a young man, someone with some

spunk in him, someone who found her sexy, who got turned on by her body.

Someone who became aroused by kissing. Whatever the cause, she had been

an inferno of late, dying to have something hard and long and slow, something just like what she was hoping to have right then. She came closer, close enough to stroke his nose with hers, still kneading his cock, feeling the hard desire in him, seeing it in his eyes.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?" he gasped, his lips brushing hers.

"Is kissing all you and Jackie did?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Why don't you?"

"Because you just sprayed me with two gallons of come, you horny bastard." She squeezed his penis, and he rutted against her without meaning to. She kissed him. He kissed her back and took her into his arms. He pressed her to him, exploring her body with his hands, gently pinching at her nipples through her nighty, stroking her back, massaging

her ass. He pulled her gown up from behind and took her bottom into his

hands.

"Tell me, Joey. I want to hear. All the details."

"But it's about your daughter."

"I know," she said. She kissed him, reaching down to tug on his balls as she did. He fingered her bottom, got his hands wet in the juice leaking from her pussy, let his fingertips slide against the nub of her clitoris. She sighed and kissed him with greater hunger.

"So tell me," she said. "Please?" She dropped to her knees and put her

face against his penis. She looked into his eyes, and he was moved by the beauty and sensuality of the sight. She licked the head of his penis and slipped it into her mouth. She brushed the head against her lips and looked up at him.

"Tell me all the details while I suck your cock, OK?"

"What about you're husband?"

"He might as well be dead. There's no way he'll wake up again."

"I wouldn't feel safe, Mrs. --"

"-- Ramona, OK?"

"OK."

"We could go down to the den. Would that be far enough away?"

She stood after giving his cock one last lick and a kiss on the head. He followed her past the sleeping form of her husband -- he was snoring loudly now -- to the top of the stairs, down them, through the living room and into the den. There she sat him onto the couch. She knelt in front of him and helped him remove his shorts. She took his penis into her mouth. It had remained hard the whole time, thanks to the sight of her naked hips swaying before him through the sheer lace of the nighty.

He was aching and hard now. She kissed it, licked it, rubbed it against

her lips and across her face and watched him.

"Now tell me." She began to suck him, her head slowly bobbing up and down between his legs. He wanted to begin, but he saw something that almost made his penis spurt into Ramona's mouth: Terri had followed them. She was behind her mother and looking Joey right in the eye. She

was wearing a baby doll chemise and matching panties, a real child's outfit that barely fit her. Her breasts spilled out of the bottom of the chemise, giving Joey occasional glimpses of her nipples. Her panties were nothing, a teasing strip of fabric dividing the black hair of her damp bush. She sat down on a sofa in front of an ottoman and watched her mother suck Joey's cock. She could see her mother's bush and slit, her mother's wet fingers dancing on the proud pink cleft. She

pulled aside the fabric of her own panties and began fingering herself.

When Joey mouthed a question -- "What are you doing here?" -- she waved at him to continue. She herself continued, slipping off her panties and

letting them fall down around one of her ankles and slicking her finger with her pussy for the moment and then running it along the length of her gash to her clitoris, lifting her left hand to her breasts and palming them gently, stopping to pinch each nipple. She was the echo of

her mother, Joey thought, frigging herself in exactly the same way. It made her look sexier to Joey somehow, the image of Mrs. Claxton masturbating still in his mind.

Ramona stopped and looked into Joey's eyes. He kept his on hers so she wouldn't guess they weren't alone. She kissed his penis.

"Tell me. All the details."

"Well, Jackie was wearing a thin summer dress. We were sitting on the sofa."

"Where was Terri."

"Terri?"

Ramona lightly bit on his penis.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry. Where was Terri sitting?"

"Oh, on the love seat."

"So she could see you?"

"Yeah."

"Did she?"

"Yeah, of course."

"And what did she see?"

"Well, we were watching TV at first. Then Terri went to the bathroom, so Jackie and I kissed each other. I was terrifically aroused." The memory of Terri showing him her pussy while they watched TV still burned

in his memory, blending with the image he knew he would see if he lifted

his eyes.

"Why were you so aroused?" Ramona asked, taking him in her mouth. When he began explaining, she began languidly forcing him all the way into the back of her throat, causing him almost unbearable pleasure. He couldn't help watching Terri, who was looking him right in the eyes, as he related the events of the night.

"I'd been seeing something. I don't know if I should tell you, but --" Terri nodded her head to Joey to let him know he could tell it "-- well,

Terri had removed her panties, and the way she was sitting, I could see her, you know --"

"-- Her pussy?"

"Yeah, her pussy. And it was incredibly arousing."

"Describe it," she said, taking him from her mouth only long enough to say it, not even looking up.

"Well, to begin with, she's always seemed like a bit of a snob to me. I'm just trying to be honest Mrs. Claxton --" she paused an instant "-- I mean, Ramona, you know, an intellectual snob who thinks she's better than everybody else. So I'd never really looked at her in that way, you

know, like you look at a pretty girl. Anyway, I noticed what long legs she has for the first time, very nice legs, like yours. Of course they would be like yours; she's your daughter. Anyway, the way her legs looked as she slowly spread them, the way the hair of her sex was so black, the way I could barely see it at first, then the way I could see it clearly as she put her left leg up on the love seat. I could see the

lips peeking through the fur, and it looked so sexy I could hardly stand

it. My penis was aching.

"So when she went to the bathroom, Jackie wanted to know why I was so hard. I reached under her dress and pushed aside her panties and found her gushing so I asked her why she was so wet. She told me I make her wet, but I think the sexiness of the moment made her horny, too."

"Terri's a little minx, then?" Ramona asked, pausing to stroke him slowly and look into his eyes. He smiled. She took him back into her mouth. His eyes rose to see Terri sitting in the position she had used while watching TV. She was raising her arms above her head, stretching,

exposing her swollen nipples, her left leg up on the chair, her right leg extended, her pussy aimed right at Joey.

"Yeah, I guess that's a good word for her. A little minx."

Terri stuck her tongue out at Joey.

"Anyway, she came back and asked Jackie about our sex life, how far we had gone, that kind of thing. Jackie started bragging about what happened one night when we parked, bragging about having seen my ding dong -- she called it a 'ding dong' -- and even saying she had kissed it. Terri couldn't get enough of Jackie's talk," Joey and Terri were looking one another in the eye, "and she was masturbating the whole time, I mean slowly rubbing her fingers against her vagina. It was incredibly sexy and arousing." Mrs. Claxton squeezed him, letting him know he should go on. "Then she asked if she could see us, so we began kissing." Another squeeze prompted him. "And touching one another through our clothes. And then Terri wanted to see my peter for herself -- she called it my 'peter' -- so Jackie started bragging about how hard

it felt right then and she stroked it through my shorts to make it so Terri could see its shape." Frantic squeezes. "So Jackie took it out, and Terri was fascinated. But she wouldn't touch it. All she wanted to

do was look."

Ramona took Joey's penis from her mouth and looked him in the eye.

"Are you saying she seemed afraid of your penis?"

"Yeah. She was emphatic about it."

"I've been worried about her," Ramona said, unconsciously frigging Joey as she talked. "She's never had a boyfriend that I know of. Until tonight, I was worried that she didn't have any interest in sex at all."

"I think she's pretty interested in sex," Joey said, throwing his head back, with a moan as Ramona took him back into her mouth for a moment. He looked at Terri and smiled. She smiled back. "I think she's utterly

fascinated by it, in fact."

"But do you think she likes boys? I mean, do you think she's going to be a lesbian? Not that I'd disapprove, mind you." She took Joey into her mouth for a moment. Joey looked to Terri, whose eyes dropped from his to her lap. "I mean, I'm sure anything would be an improvement over

her father." Again she took him into her mouth. Again he looked Terri in the eye and smiled. She smiled back.

"I doubt if she's made up her mind." Ramona squeezed his penis again, so Joey continued explaining the events of the night, right up to the dual orgasms of the girls. Terri came as he did so, an exquisite silent

arching of her body, almost causing Joey to spurt himself, though Ramona

wasn't about to allow that. When she'd finished her orgasm, Terri slipped away. Joey watched her lovely form retreat through the living room.

Ramona, meanwhile, stood and lifted her night gown to her waist, baring her pussy and leaning forward. Joey tilted his head up and let the flat

of his tongue lap at the lips of her cunt for several moments before he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. She took his head into her hands and suddenly began coming, humping herself against his mouth, her body arched, her knees against the couch. It was the quickest orgasm Joey had ever witnessed. Soon she was pushing him away.

"Fuck me, Joey," she whispered, lying on her back, her legs spread. "Please slip that hard cock into me."

Joey let the head of his penis trace the long line from her taint to her

clit, wetting itself in the mixture of her juices and his saliva.

"Please put it in me. Please!"

He toyed with her, slipping in a bit of the head and then tracing the wetness of her cunt and ass, then slipping in a bit more, then rubbing the head of his penis against her clit, causing a sexy undulation of her

hips.

"Please, Joey, fuck me. Please stick it all the way in and fuck me hard. Please!"

But still Joey played, noting the increasing urgency in the heaving of her hips as he rubbed the head of his penis against her clit, waiting by

instinct at the last moment, slipping a bit of his cock in, teasing again, slipping another bit in, teasing and touching and rubbing, placing his body so that only his penis made any contact with her, pushing her towards orgasm, timing the jerking of her hips until finally

he plunged himself into her to the balls, causing her to come with a scream that would have awakened anyone but her husband.

"Ooh, God, yes, thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh yes, fuck me, Joey,

fuck me." Her head was back, her legs wide. Joey fucked her slowly, holding himself over her on his arms, looking down at the glorious abandon on her face as she indulged herself in the feelings of her body.

He measured the length of his penis against her cunt slowly from different angles, over and over again, and he could see that she couldn't get enough.

Suddenly he realized he was not alone with Mrs. Claxton. Terri was sitting on the floor in the doorway just a few feet away, now wearing only a thin white T-shirt and pale blue knee socks, her exquisite long legs spread, her wet fingers twitching at her lovely slit, a look of the

same abandon on her face that Joey had just seen on Ramona.

He was jolted by the sensuality of the sight.

"I'm going to come," he announced, not sure what Ramona would want or allow. He also remembered that Terri had said she wanted to "see it spurt," so he decided that unless Ramona held him in, he would pull out.

He fucked her a short while longer, then pulled himself out, sat up, made certain that Terri could have a good view. The first stream splattered Ramona from her face to her belly, the second her face and by

the third, Ramona had risen and taken him into her mouth. She drained him and licked him clean. Terri watched to the last minute, first fascinated by the penis, then looking Joey in the eyes and licking her lips. When Ramona removed Joey's penis from his mouth, Terri disappeared.

"Oh Joey!" Ramona said as they cuddled together on the couch. "That was

delicious."

"Mmm," Joey replied. He was drifting.

"But you'll have to go now."

"I know, but I'm in ecstasy."

She kissed him.

"So am I, Sweets." She kissed him deeply, then pulled him up to take his penis into her mouth again. It became hard before she'd sucked it a

minute.

"Oh God, this is so good," she said. "Can I see you again?"

"I don't know. It doesn't seem right."

"Then let's be wrong."

He got up and began dressing.

"Look at me," she cried.

He had his shorts on already, and he was looking down at her. Her gown was bunched at her waist, and she was naked below. Her face was still splattered with his spunk. She was idly fingering herself, a powerful look of sensuality on her face. She gathered his semen into her hands.

"Call me," she said as she licked her fingers clean. "I need another taste of you."

Joey walked home slowly, his cock aching with the afterglow of wonderful

sex, his head wondering what he should do about it.

Joey's father had earlier agreed -- finally -- that Joey could begin sleeping every night in his tree house, knowing his son would be coming in late during the final week of classes. Joey was happy to receive his

father's consent to do as he'd been begging to do every summer for the past three years. He viewed it rightly as a tacit admission that he was

grown up enough to keep his own hours. His father was tired of waiting up anyway, so it was best for all.

He returned from the Claxtons late, nearly 2:00 AM, so he didn't expect to find any lights on in the neighboring house, but he checked anyway. After all, it was a Friday night, and she was as likely as he to be out late. Alice's place was dark, however, which he considered just as well

since he was so tired. He rolled himself into his sleeping bag and was asleep before he could count to ten.

He was awakened in what seemed like a moment. What awoke him was a sound to which he'd already trained his ears to be carefully attuned: the scrape of the pool brush against the side of the pool. It had been going on for some time, leading him to dream about his neighbor. In his

dream she was wearing a translucent white teddy through which he could clearly see her beautiful breasts, her dark auburn bush, the exact shape

of her ass. He could see her bending forward to run the broom across the bottom of the pool. He focused his attention on the lips of her pussy which he could clearly see beneath her ass as she bent forward. As he did, the dream changed, and he suddenly found himself licking the lips of her pussy in time to the scraping of the broom. As he leaned forward to get closer, he awoke with a raging hard-on. It took him a minute to orient himself. He was in his tree house, and the dream was nearly true. He could still hear the gentle scraping of the broom.

Taking his position at the tiny window, he saw who was doing the work, shocked to spot a man in a flat top haircut wearing Alice's sheer black baby doll and panty set doing the work. What could this be? He found his heart pounding. He felt uneasy. He felt nervous. He was downright

upset. How could Alice have got herself another man? What else could explain the bizarre scene?

Suddenly he felt himself blush, felt the nerves in his belly clutch, as he remembered what he'd said to Alice about getting herself a man her own age. He looked again and could see that the man was somewhat older than he, maybe as old as thirty-five. He was in good shape, his muscles

bulging beneath the nighty as he worked. Joey looked a bit more closely

and saw that the man had a full hard on, his cock sticking rudely above the transparent fabric of the skimpy panties. He felt himself becoming angry. How could she do this? And worse, why had he opened his big mouth and told her to do it?

Then he remembered the night before, especially the sight of Mrs. Claxton masturbating as he fell out of the linen closet, the arch of her

long lean body, the wet nakedness of her pussy, the squishing of her fingers across her clit, her hungry predatory gaze, the look of sweet surrender on her face as she opened her lips to let his shooting prick slip in. He could remember the look of ecstasy on her face as she sucked him, the glow in her eyes when she occasionally looked him straight in the eye. There was nothing for him to say.

Even so, he could not make himself accept what he was watching, and though it hurt, he could not make himself look away. He trained his binoculars on the man again. The man barely fit the skimpy outfit. He turned, the breeze lifting his top, and Joey could see the upper half of

his prick exposed above the garment. Joey blushed and looked away. When he did, he saw the cause of the man's turgid condition: Alice.

Somehow Joey hadn't noticed her at first. Perhaps she'd been standing so still? Perhaps he hadn't fully awakened yet. Now he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was bent forward over the picnic table near the house. She was wearing a man's T-shirt, a white mini-skirt so short it failed to reach the tops of her black thigh high stockings and a pair of

black pumps with short white lace socks. As Joey watched, he could see she was moving, albeit very slowly, rotating her ass, aiming it at her guest. She placed her hands on her fanny and began scratching, as if absent-mindedly. Joey noticed her skirt rising until it showed the white tan line of her ass. She paused for three long seconds, moving her hips in a sexy circle, then continued, pulling the thin fabric up to

reveal that she wore no panties. She arched her back and leaned forward, jutting her rear in the air and waving it at the man, actually flashing herself at him and slowly undulating, idly rotating her ass to show him her cunt from every angle. Joey wondered how the man could resist taking her. Surely she was ready?

Joey trained his glasses on her ass and then the slit. Now he could see

the middle finger of her right hand circling her clitoris. God, she was

asking for it, but the man did nothing. At the thought of the man, Joey

noticed that the scraping of the pool had come to a stop.

He removed the binoculars and saw Alice turn to the man, dropping her skirt to say something. He couldn't hear what she said, but he could tell she was being curt with the man, who immediately resumed cleaning the pool. With that, she turned back to her paper, pulled up her dress,

bent again, and, arching her back, slowly wagged her hind end at him again. Joey couldn't believe his eyes. She was so damned sexy, in heat, a cat with her tail in the air, crying for any prick in ear shot to take her. What could be going on?

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A Rude Awakening

Chapter Six

What was going on was that Alice was getting her revenge on an arrogant man, the math teacher at her high school. She'd long had an adversarial relationship with him. He was a chauvinist and proud of it, advisor to the chess and math clubs, and a bigot for science who liked to bait her with questions about how you could pin down any worthwhile truth with a novel. She had sometimes let herself be dragged into battle with him, which she always won (so she thought, anyway), pointing out for instance that a novel stands forever as written while a science book goes out of date in a year or two. Which source of knowledge was more lasting? Then she'd hate herself for stooping to his level.

Even after she'd won, as far as she could tell, he would not admit defeat. In fact, he thought it was he who gave her the last word by his alleging that history had proved -- "irrefutably!" -- that females were inferior to males.

"If that weren't the case," he would contend, as if he were head of the debate club as well, "why did males dominate everything?" He noted that females had "complete control over all children during early childhood, the most impressionable period of life. If females as a gender had any sense, wouldn't they teach their children something other than to let males have preeminence in everything that counted?" Worst of all, he preached the same line of thinking to the impressionable young men who flocked to the math and chess clubs.

She couldn't deny that he was a handsome ass. He wore his hair in a flat top and made a point of keeping himself in shape. He was a sharp intellect, which she'd always found attractive. But he'd always attacked her and her discipline and her gender from day one, and she found him irritating more than anything else. Eventually it came to a climax, so to speak. He'd been teaching for ten years, so he knew the ropes around the school, and with enough rope, he managed to hang himself, at least as far as Alice was concerned.

Knowing the ropes meant knowing every crack and crevice in every one of the faculty offices. He had the office next door to hers, so the partition that served as a wall was all that separated them. Almost as soon as Alice was hired, he'd noticed and enhanced a thin crack in the hinge of the partition, just enough, using what he knew of optics, to open a line of sight on her chair and desk at about the level of her waist. At first he just watched to see her. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen "live and in person," and he was too tongue-tied with her to say anything real. Instead, he just jousted with her. But he secretly had a huge crush on her, which he interpreted as mere sexual attraction. He'd never been so attracted to anyone this way, and he didn't know what to do about it. So he didn't start out meaning to do anything wrong. How could he have imagined where it would lead?

For Alice, the situation was different. He was just an arrogant asshole who'd been peeping on her at work. Granted, she'd given him something to peep at, but she still had a right to her privacy in her office during her lunch hour. Not long after she began having Joey baby-sit for her, she found her imagination going wild. She couldn't stop thinking about his body, the way he was hard while he slept, the way he looked at her when she awakened him. She thought about it so much that she had to have some relief.

Thus, she'd gotten into the habit of masturbating in her office during her lunch hour. (That and a fifteen minute nap revived her completely for her afternoon classes.) She would remove her panties in the ladies room and then get comfortable in her chair. She enjoyed all the sensual potential of the moment, realizing that part of what turned her one was the fact that she was at work, that just on the other side of the door were her colleagues and students, that she could be caught doing something so wicked.

She began by posing, imagining she were being photographed for Playboy magazine. First she loosened her blouse, smiling at a poster of William Shakespeare on the partition as if it were the photographer. Flash. Then she leaned forward and gripped her bra. Flash. Undid the clasp in front and let the bra fall forward, casually displaying her right breast to the nipple, left breast nearly as much. Smile. Flash. She pulled her blouse completely open and stretched, yawning, fully exposing both her breasts. Smile. Flash. She leaned forward again and straightened left her stocking. Winked at the camera. Flash. Pulled up her skirt. Flash. Showed the tops of her stockings. Flash. Spread her legs. Flash. Leaned back, put one leg up on the desk, showed herself fully to the camera. Smile. Flash. Touched herself. Flash. Wet her finger in her mouth. Flash. Touched herself. Flash. Stretched her legs wide in the air. Flash. There was something about exposing herself more than necessary that turned her on. She blushed to think that someone might call her an exhibitionist. But it was only since that night with Joey. Since then, the thought of showing herself made her ache with desire.

Little did she realize that she was making Mr. Arnold Masters, the math teacher, ache as well. He was watching her through his crack in the partition. He was panting with desire. She was so damned hot, so beautiful. He'd been watching every day, and he still couldn't believe his luck. Of course he was masturbating, watching Alice and trying to time his orgasm to hers. He'd been doing it for the past few weeks, just as long as Alice had been. He'd actually given up watching her through the crack since it only frustrated him, but then he'd noticed Alice masturbating, largely because she was making much more noise than she realized as she neared her climax. He couldn't resist finding the source of the moans.

Alice wasn't the only person making noise. One day she heard a strange echo to her breathing. At first she'd taken it for just that, an echo, but now and then it appeared to get out of synch. Once she stopped breathing suddenly and clearly heard not only someone breathing but something thumping as well. She reddened immediately and pulled her skirt down. The thumping stopped, but the breathing grew more intense. Then she noticed a small crack beneath the bard's poster. To confirm her suspicions, she got up and walked to her neighbor's office. She knocked and waited. He finally appeared.

"Did you hear something?"

"No," he said, as demure as a school girl.

"I thought I heard something thumping."

His sudden deep red blush told her everything she needed to know. His stammering inability to say anything added further confirmation. From there it was an easy matter to trap him. First she reestablished her habit of masturbating, making sure that he was still joining in. On Friday, she brought along two props -- a squirt gun filled with purple water color and a camera. When lunch time came, she put the squirt gun right next to the crack and the camera near the door. Then she started her best show ever. She'd worn garter, black stockings, and a nearly transparent white teddy beneath her chaste looking white blouse and gray skirt. She kicked off her loafers and put on a pair of bright red four- inch heels.

She started the show by slowly posing as a chaste teacher. Then she began raising her skirt. First she allowed the voyeur to get a good look at her legs as she straightened and restraightened her stockings. Then she pulled her skirt up above the tops, where she carefully made sure they were well attached to the garter belt. Then she pulled it all the way up to reveal the nearly transparent white cloth of the teddy. She was already wet, which made the material even less an obstacle to the eye. She ran the middle fingers on her right hand along the notch of her sex, delighting in the smooth sexy feel of her lips, the fat slick lump of her clit. She pulled at the teddy, pulling it away from her cunt as if to give it air. She tugged it tighter, and one of the buttons gave way. She let her fingers stray beneath it for a quick wet stroke. Then she yanked it completely apart, lifting her leg and catching its heel on the seat, leaning into the chair, arching her back.

She could feel the lips of her sex opening, and she couldn't help the slow undulation of her hips that started as she began fingering herself in earnest, driving herself towards an orgasm. Actually, she only meant to drive herself towards a fake orgasm. She began moaning, began clinching her thighs, noticed that she really was going to come. She let it happen, letting herself make more noise than usual, but keeping herself ready through an enormous force of will. She stopped herself suddenly, dropped her skirt, squirted a healthy stream of purple water color through the crack, grabbed her camera, and went next door.

She caught the math teacher just as he was going off, so she began clicking away, flashing for real, catching a shot of his startled face with its purple eyes and the nearly purple head of his penis, gripped tightly in his jerking hand. Though Mr. Masters realized immediately what had happened at the first flash, he couldn't stop himself. He was in the grip of one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Alice was actually pleased at the performance, noting that the man had prepared by grabbing a tissue first, but noting also that he was overfilling it so that the sperm was dripping from his hand. When he finally finished, he fell to his knees and began begging Alice not to turn him in. She calmly rewound the film.

"This is the very first time I've ever done this, I swear. I've just been so, that is, I mean, you must understand the effect you have on us.

Men that is. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, any of us has ever seen, that is. Could you have resisted? Maybe you wouldn't watch me, I mean, you know, men are supposedly more visual and all that, but you might be tempted. Maybe by a student? Obviously something's turning you on. Excuse me for saying that. It was inappropriate. The whole thing was . . . that is, I . . . uh, look, I'm sorry. Please have mercy. I just couldn't resist. Please have pity on me."

Alice was stung by his reference to being tempted by a student. Did he know she was fantasizing about her neighbor, Joey? She gently removed the film from the canister and placed it into its small plastic case.

She looked down at the math teacher. He'd been so arrogant before, so confident. Now his juice was spilled, and he was completely submissive.

Alice couldn't resist the temptation to take advantage of the situation.

"I'll give you these pictures under one condition."

"Name it," the desperate math teacher begged.

"For one day you shall be my slave."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you will do absolutely everything I say for one day, Saturday, from sunrise to sunset. I have plenty of work I need to have done around my house, so you can show up at exactly sunrise. Agreed?"

"You leave me no choice in the matter."

"Remember that. And don't you dare be late."

She left him standing on his knees.

Again, she'd prepared well. She left her child with her mother for the weekend. Got the house cleaned. Got herself groomed -- she wanted to be make him so hot he would be in pain. Also, she wanted to make the punishment fit the crime, so she decided he'd be able to peep at her all day. He'd be able to see everything, but he wouldn't be able to touch. At least, not unless and until she ordered it.

When he arrived, exactly as the sun broke across the eastern hills, she was waiting, wearing frilly lace robe over a black transparent baby doll and panty set. On her feet, she wore a pair of high-heeled house slippers. Before he could say anything, she greeted him with a friendly kiss to throw him off guard and led him through the house back to her bedroom.

She explained that she only wanted to give him a fair punishment for his crime.

"Crime?"

"Peeping. You're a Peeping Tom. A peeper. So for your punishment, you will finish several regular household chores. That's all."

She went on to explain that for this day he must acknowledge what had always been the truth, that she was his Superior. Absolutely. He was to address her with those exact words, as his Superior.

"Say them," she demanded.

He was confused.

"You don't understand, do you? I just told you, I am your Superior. Do you understand that?" She untied her robe.

He nodded.

"Good. Now address me appropriately."

"My Superior."

"You shall be Tommy. Peeping Tommy. Do you understand?" She opened her robe and pulled it partially back, exposing her breasts through the sheer lingerie. She saw his eyes go to her chest.

"Yes, My Superior," he said, suddenly thinking that this whole thing might not be punishing after all. He was already becoming hard.

She continued detailing the rules. He would do everything he was told to do. He would not speak without being requested to speak. He would not touch himself at all unless she instructed him to do so. He would not touch her unless she asked him to touch her. As long as he continued working, he could watch anything he liked.

She opened her robe completely and dropped it to the floor. Instinctively, he bent down to retrieve it.

"In the closet. And remove your clothing."

"But."

"Are you going to obey the rules, or do I show the PTA the pictures?"

He had no answer.

"Now, Peeping Tommy would be wise to remove his clothing," she said, as if speaking to a baby.

He could see she was not joking. After hanging up the robe, he began undressing, quickly at first, then stopping when he reached his underwear.

"I've already seen twelve pictures of it," she said.

Still, he hesitated, and she could see why. He was strongly aroused, hard as a rock beneath the white cotton jockeys. She could clearly see the outline of it, the lip around the head, the wet cotton spot near the tip. She was surprised to notice how the sight of it aroused her. She was intoxicated by the power she had over him.

"Move it!" He pulled them off, standing before her with his penis waving in front of him.

"Now, undress me, but do not touch me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Superior."

He cautiously picked up the hem of her baby doll. She put her hands above her head, and he pulled it up and off. She left her hands in the air, flashing her breasts at him. How weak he was! She knew he'd do anything just for a chance to touch her breasts.

"Put it on the bed," she said, happy to see him jump to comply. Returning, he bent down and carefully touched the tiny strip of elastic that held her panties up. He slipped his fingers beneath and got a grip, slowly easing them down. She leaned forward and let her right nipple graze his head. He continued removing the panties and stood, the head of his prick taut and purple with his arousal. He picked up the baby doll and turned to her with a question in his eyes.

"Put it on."

His hands were actually shaking as he pulled the panties up. His hard cock would not fit inside, but she told him it was all right, that he could expose himself if he couldn't keep his arousal under control. She noted that she'd have expected more of a superior being. She felt like laughing. He was so serious. She was finding how deliciously exciting it was to dominate a man, to tease him, to make his balls ache with the fullness of desire and then to refuse him any relief until and unless she decides he should have it. Then to prescribe the method.

"Now you will bath me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Superior," he answered, his voice hoarse.

"Draw my bath. Place those bath oil beads there in it. I like the water hot." She handed him a glove of terry cloth. "You can wash me using this. Do not attempt to touch my sex. Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Superior."

The bath was delectable. She had him thoroughly soap the cloth and then slowly wash her feet, work his way up her legs. She stood for him to wash her thighs and ass.

"I want my anus clean, but do not touch my sex."

She could hardly stifle her urge to giggle. He soaped her ass, grabbing it. She knew what he was doing, but she didn't mind it. She felt so good. She bent forward to give him access to her anus, spreading her cheeks, knowing he had to be watching the moist lips of her dripping sex. She rotated her bottom lewdly. He let his the soapy cloth cover one of his fingers, and this he slipped along the crack of her ass, finally stopping to clean the rosebud, slowly circling the digit around its edge, not quite inserting it, cleaning it thoroughly.

She turned around and had him clean her belly button and her hands and her arms. She put her hands behind her back and thrust her chest forwards.

"Clean these with your bare hands, if you don't mind."

"Yes, My Superior, yes!"

He soaped his hands and carefully squeezed and wiped and held and pinched at her breasts and her nipples. She felt so vulnerable and so turned on. He pinched at her teats but couldn't keep his grip with the slick soap covering them. It felt so nice that her knees trembled, and she felt the tingle, the melting flow of her cunt as he pulled on her nipples. She touched herself and closed her eyes. She could make herself come so easily, but she stopped.

"Now I need a shampoo," she said, pushing his hands away. She sat back down in the tub, had him wet her hair with the shower's flexible, hand- held nozzle, and let him lather her scalp. She made him continue massage her head, which she found surprisingly arousing, for a full half hour. Finally, she rinsed herself off and stood.

"Dry me, please. And do not attempt to touch my sex. Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Superior."

He held out the towel, and she put one of her legs into it. She lifted it high, knowing she'd be exposing herself more completely that way. He dried it carefully up to the top of the thigh. There he carefully finished her buttocks without touching her sex. He repeated the process with the other leg. She took the towel, spread it on the floor, stepped out of the tub onto it. He got a second towel dried her arms and back and breasts. She handed him a soft silken cloth, and put her hands behind her head.

"I think my breasts need something more. Gently," she said.

He began and the sensation was divine. She allowed him to take his time, let him stroke and pinch and pull on them through the sexy silk. Then she told him to dress her.

She first had him place the thin man's T-shirt over her head. She knew her breasts were clearly visible through it, that their contour and swollen nipples could fondled by the casual glance. She had cut it in half, so it didn't reach her belly button. She sat down and had him put on her sexy house slippers. She put one of her bare feet into his lap, brushing against his rubbery hard on. He put on one of the slippers, all the while watching her moistening sex. After he got the two-inch slippers on her, she pranced around, wearing nothing else but the slippers and the half shirt, bending down to look into drawers, reaching on tip toe for something in the closet, teasing him, even once bending over so that his silk covered penis brushed against her ass. When it did, she jumped as if he'd stung her.

"I told you not to touch me!"

"I'm sorry, My Superior. It was an accident."

"Be more careful."

Finally she decided to put on a tight white mini skirt over a pair of stockings and crotchless panties. She had him begin by putting on her stockings. She sat at her dressing table and gave him her left foot. He could barely keep from trembling as he pulled the nylon up her leg and pulled it snug against her upper thigh. She purposely sat so that the lips of her sex were entirely visible to him as she put her right foot into his hand. She leaned back and stretched her legs, as if yawning. She could see his penis throbbing as she did so. She felt so wicked, so sexy. She reached out with her stocking covered foot and stroked his penis, giggling when he gasped.

When he'd finished the second stocking, she had him put on the panties, again warning him not to touch her sex. This he managed by pulling the teasing tatter up by the hip straps. She knew he was watching as she arranged it to show her pussy to best advantage. She even arranged her glistening cunt lips so that they were slightly parted, pouting below her shiny pink clit.

She then had him put on a pair of short white lace socks. She noticed that he loved handling her feet, so she made him straighten the socks several times. She drew this out by fondling him without warning for an instant or two with one or both of her feet as he negotiated putting on the little socks. She played as if she were being tickled, and this led to the "accidental" contact. He was panting before she finally allowed him to slip on her three-inch, shiny black leather heels.

She then walked around a bit, as if deciding whether to buy the shoes. She used this device to keep her teasing as intense as possible. He was certainly getting an eyeful. She leaned up against her dresser and lifted her left leg so she could straighten her little lace sock herself. This caused her crotchless panties to fall open, exposing her pussy to him again, making his penis bounce in his panties. She noted that it jumped each time she was unexpectedly revealed to him, so she continued covering and then exhibiting herself to him, always as if by being a bit absent minded.

She finally had him put the mini skirt on her. She still wasn't satisfied. She had him remove her panties, replace them, and finally remove them for good as she attempted to make up her mind.

"I wouldn't want to ruin my panties. I mean, I'm so wet for some reason. Dry my thighs, please." She handed the silk cloth, and he used it to stroke her thighs above the tops of her stockings.

"And my ass." She pulled the mini-skirt up above it.

He ran his silk-covered hands over the fleshy pear halves of her derriere, even becoming bold enough to slide one gossamer finger along her crack. She gasped and spread her legs. Now she was completely exposed, vulnerable. He slowly ran his hand up her thigh, headed again for her fleshy tail. Suddenly she straightened up and told him to make her bed and clean the room while she put on her makeup. He groaned, but she silenced him with a glance.

To put on her makeup, she stationed herself in her dressing room, in front of her mirror. She could see him in the mirror, watching her. She pulled up her skirt just enough that could see her the bottoms of her ass cheeks but little more. He worked, making the bed and collecting the laundry, but he watched her steadily. She put on her lipstick, thick and red, put on more rouge than usual, made herself up as if she were a cheap whore, all the while leaning forward, letting the mini skirt slowly move up her ass, showing him more and more of her cunt. She knew that the more she covered it and then showed it, the more he hurt and wished for relief.

She teased him this way all through the laundry, making him sit still with his hands at his sides while they waited for the wash cycle to finish. She arranged his penis so that it pointed straight up, earning another muffled groan of ecstasy from her victim when she took it into her slender fingers. She even gave it a teasing kiss, licking all the pre come from it, then sat across from him and did her nails, fingers and toes. As she did her hands, she'd slowly let her skirt rise until he could see her bush, but she'd recover herself and pull it back down. Doing her toes, however, meant exposing her cunt to him for five minutes at a stretch. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and the wash cycle seemed to finish in no time. She knew he hated having to leave the show she was putting on for him when the wash cycle ended. She still had one foot to go.

She put her foot into his hand, stretching her toes to touch, barely to touch, his boner.

"Would you like me to finish this foot after you've put the wash in to dry?"

"Oh, yes, My Superior." By the time she was finished, so much pre-come had oozed from her victim's penis that the baby doll was in danger of being stained.

"I see you're destroying my lingerie."

He bent his head in shame.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Your loveliness inspires me, My Superior. Just as true north pulls the compass home, so your pure beauty pulls the juice from my manhood. My Superior." He bowed to her.

"Your metaphor is imperfect."

"Yes, My Superior, but this tongue," he pointed at his penis, "speaks without error." He pushed his hips forward, exposing the hard wet length of his tingling prick in its insubstantial covering. She felt herself blush suddenly, but she covered it quickly with a giggle.

"Mind your manners, Peeping Tommy." He bent his head.

She led him to the back yard, where she continued teasing him all morning as he trimmed the lawn, weeded the flower bed, scrubbed the asphalt around the pool (it hadn't been done in years). She would hover about him all the while, asking how he was coming along, revealing herself to him repeatedly. When it got very hot, she had him slowly pour a glass of water over her T-shirt, making it become transparent, making the nipples on her breasts stand out even more. She occasionally brushed herself against his hard on, even grasped it with her hand to straighten it now and then, smiling when she heard him gasp. She sometimes bent forward and pushed her ass against his prick, allowing him the instinctive rutting that began each time she thrust herself against him. Then she was jumping away, covering herself, dropping her skirt, whatever. She never imagined how arousing, how intoxicating, such power could be. She'd been soaking wet with it all morning. Reading the paper had been a delectable exercise in flashing at him. She would flaunt herself until she heard him quit working to stare and then chastise him for being lazy. It had stimulated her beyond anything she'd ever done before.

Now he was nearly finishing the final task, cleaning the pool. Then she had a brainstorm. First, she absent-mindedly pulled up her skirt. Then she walked to the pool, bent over it right in front of him, as if inspecting something. She knew he would stand still for her as she backed slowly into him. She loved the feel of the hard shaft of his gauze covered penis against her naked rear. It was so sexy that she just had to rut against it a bit. He pushed back, as she knew he would, and she allowed it until he began to drive harder. At that, she jumped headlong into the pool, pretending he'd shoved her. There she flailed and called for help. He instantly jumped in after her, pulling her from the deep end to the shallow end and then carrying her to the chaise lounge.

"Get me out of these clothes!" she shouted. Her pulled off her mini- skirt. The T-shirt was now transparent, her nipples harder than ever. She lifted her hands above her head, and he pulled the T-shirt over it. Now he pulled at the stocking on her right leg with quivering hands, rolling it down her leg and pulling it off. She spread her legs and suddenly noticed that her shoes were gone.

"My shoes! They must be under the water. Get them for me."

He jumped back into the water and dove several times before locating and retrieving the shoes. This was great. He would do absolutely anything for her.

She could only think of one thing that would make it better: if Joey were watching. She wondered how she could find out. She sat back on the chaise lounge, placing her feet just beneath her rear, clearly exposing, spreading, her furry cleft, making sure that Joey could see her clearly, assuming he were watching. She rubbed herself for a while, training her eyes on the clump of pines across the pink brick wall, listening to the math teacher repeatedly jumping into the pool.

In the bright sunlight, the treehouse was just a dark portion in the mass of pine. She could see nothing to tell her whether there even was a tree house there. Then she saw something. A glint of light. There it was again. She felt sure she knew what it was: the reflection of Joey's binoculars. He must have them, to be watching her at all. She felt a thrill. So he was watching. So she decided to give him a show.

First she stripped off the last stocking. She got up and arranged a towel on the picnic table. She knew Joey would be able to see her well from there, all of the left side of her body as she lay in the sun. She finished covering it with towels and lay on her back in the sun.

"Tommy? Oh, Peeping Tommy? Come here."

"Yes, My Superior," Arnold said, rushing to her side with the shoes in his hand.

"Please remove your clothing. It's bound be ruined if you continure wearing it now that it's wet."

He removed it and offered it to her.

"You keep it."

He smiled. She noticed that his hard penis stood almost straight up, bearing a bit to the left, standing out of his hairy belly and hairier crotch. His chest was also covered in hair, and he had a great tan. He was obviously a lot vainer than she had imagined. He had to have spent considerable time working on that tan and that chest.

"I need you to put some lotion on me." She could have sworn he was drooling, he was so excited.

"Yes, My Superior."

He began with her feet, working his way up. When he reached her thighs, he veered away from her crotch. He covered her belly and arms and shoulders, avoiding her sex and her breasts.

"Don't forget my tits, Tommy."

He squirted a yellow line of lotion across them, linking the two erect nipples, and began rubbing it in, making certain it got well worked into her aureoles, squeezing them, even pinching.

"Stand above me, please." She indicated the head of the table. He took his place, his cock now just inches away from her face.

"Please put lotion on my sex."

"Oh, God."

"I didn't say you could speak."

"I'm sorry, My Superior."

"Now do it. My cunt is itching," she said, looking up to see the shaft descend towards her face as he leaned forward. "And be gentle." He leaned further forward. She licked the underside of his penis, then licked the head. He could barely stifle his moans, and she could tell that he was close to spewing himself all over her. He poured the hot coconut oil on her belly and her auburn pubic hair. He then poured some on his hand, reached down with his middle finger, and let the slippery digit trace a path across her clitoris down to her cunt and inside. She groaned her approval, and he began finger fucking her, slowly, gently, always coming all the way back to her clit. She continued licking as he found her sweet spot with his slick fingers. Her hips began to move, she felt a moan in her throat, she tongued him again and again, concentrating on the undershaft and then the head of his penis. With no more warning than a loud grunt, he began shooting, covering the front of her body with the slick gray cream. He reached for himself, hoping to have an actual orgasm rather than just an ejaculation, but she froze him.

"Don't you dare touch yourself." He spurted again, weakly. "Now rub your cream into my sex." He was literally whimpering, but he'd only ejaculated without coming, which did nothing to relieve either his aching desire or his hard on.

"Did you hear me? I said to rub your cum into me."

He did, first rubbing it into her chest and stomach, then into the rich musk wetness of her sex. She moaned as he did so, began moving her hips, finally began coming, all the while licking the head of his penis, licking the last drops of come from it. He was as hard as ever, tingling even. She could feel him, the heat of his cock, could feel him rutting against her as she licked his length. She rolled over.

"Now my back please."

Again he started at her feet and worked his way up, spending a lot of time and extra lotion on her white ass. She made him do her ass twice and then told him to stand at the head of the table again. By lifting her head, she could see the dripping swollen head of his cock pointing right at her. He began massaging her back. She imagined how it must look to Joey, the muscled man kneading her back, her legs spread and half pointed at him. She wriggled her ass, as if to wave. She could also imagine how sexy the man's throbbing penis looked as it kept bumping against her face. She occasionally let it hit her lips and even let it into her mouth once. She was relishing the tease.

"Make sure you put some more on my ass, please."

"Yes, My Superior," he said, leaning forward and squirting a puddle of the coconut oil straight onto her rosebud. She lifted her head as he did so and let his cock play against her lips, licking it, rubbing her lips on it, licking her lips and again licking the rubbery knob as it pushed against her. She felt deliciously wicked as she lapped at the slick smooth head and rubbed its gristly length all over her face.

Finally, she just had to taste his sperm, just had to take the show to its climax. Arnold deserved it, she thought, and she wanted it to be good for him. But she was doing it for herself as well -- she was on fire, very near another tingling melting explosion -- but most of all, she was performing for Joey. She began letting the fat head slip through her lips, letting it slither out, letting him aim it again, then letting him slide it back in. She put her hands beneath her and began fingering herself. She took him in and sucked hard, not letting him out. Soon, he was fucking her mouth as she lay open to him. She could feel him building and raced to keep up. Then she sucked as hard as she could, triggering his orgasm, swallowing again and again as he kept coming and kept her coming, sticking his oily finger right into her ass as she began to come. She was in heaven, quaking with her climax as he fucked her mouth with his prick and her ass with his finger. Finally she felt the waves of orgasm beginning to ebb, felt the man's cock begin to shrink. She let it fall from her mouth. His chest was heaving. They laughed together, long and fully.

She had him dry her and dress her again. Both the t-shirt and the mini- skirt had dried in the hot California sun. She had him carry her to the chaise lounge, and once seated, her legs open, she fished something out of a canvas bag sitting on the small table next to the chaise. She offered him the film.

"Do you really think I've been punished sufficiently?" he asked, a huge grin splitting his face. She laughed and told him to call her some time when he's really been a bad boy and needs a spanking. She kept the pictures.

And Joey had seen it all, had even come with her, spilling his spunk into her panties as she was quivering in the sun, sobbing into his elbow as he came and watched her sucking the stranger's hard prong.

The rest of the weekend passed slowly, and Joey spent most of the time sleeping. He was incredibly tired. Besides, Jackie's family was out of town, and he didn't see any sign of Alice again. He hoped she was visiting her mother.

What had made him tell Alice to find a man her own age?

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A Rude Awakening

Chapter Seven

All of the seniors in Joey's high school were delighted by the light schedule of the final week of classes. They weren't actually required to do much of anything other than get their checklists signed, practice for the graduation ceremony, and sign one another's yearbooks. They wouldn't even have to attend the entire day on either Wednesday or Thursday, and Friday would be reserved only for the afternoon graduation. Saturday night was the prom.

This meant that many parties were scheduled, with the kids taking advantage of what would be virtually the last chance they'd ever have to spend social time together. They didn't realize how completely asunder they'd soon be thrown, that it would be only a high school reunion that would ever cause many of them ever to see one another again. They believed they'd always be friends, always be in touch, always be young, slim in body and sharp in mind. They couldn't foresee the ruin that would be brought upon many of them by alcohol, drugs, bad relationships, bad jobs, or bad luck, couldn't see the almost sadder ruin that would be brought to others of them by too-easy success and wealth. In short, it was the perfect interlude in their lives, a time of experimentation and enjoyment and freedom from worry such as they would rarely, if ever, see again.

For Joey and Jackie, this meant even more. She seemed to be intoxicated with the newly realized power she had over him. Once she'd revealed that she was wearing no panties, for instance, a simple flash of her legs would make him hard as a rock. She enjoyed finding a place to sit in math class or in the cafeteria or on the school lawn where she could bare herself to him without anyone else seeing. And he wasn't complaining. Granted, he was a walking erection, with the aching balls to match, but he was also getting to touch her surreptitiously as they kissed, once even making so bold as to put his hand up her dress to confirm that she wore no panties (her wetness made him catch his breath, while his touches made her moan). No, he wasn't complaining. On the contrary, he wanted to find an opportunity to finish what he'd started, to "make it" with her, to get his revenge. He hated to admit it to himself, but he wanted was not really fulfillment with Jackie -- though he longed for that as well -- but revenge on Alice, and doing as she'd demanded, making it with a girl his age, was just the ticket.

The problem was Terri, who seemed to follow them everywhere, showing up just when things were getting interesting. When he finally got the nerve to touch the moist cleft between Jackie's legs, for instance, Terri showed up in time to hear Jackie moaning.

"What's going on here?" she asked, finding them in a corner locked in a kiss with Jackie pushed up against her locker, her skirt bunched against his forearm, his middle finger slowly polishing her sticky slit.

"Where did you come from?" Jackie answered, jumping away from Joey and pushing her skirt back into place.

"I was waiting for you."

Jackie turned to Joey and kissed him again, pushing herself against him enough to find his penis still hard.

"Joey's horny," she said.

"Can you blame him? You've been flashing yourself at him all morning."

"He's not complaining."

"Is that so, Joey?"

He answered with a smile.

"Then let's go over to my place. I know a very sexy game we can play. No one's home."

Joey had hoped to spend time alone with his girlfriend, but Jackie was enthusiastic in her response. Besides, what sexy game did Terri have in mind?

"I love games, and Joey's alredy horny, so great. What time?"

"Say, um, three o'clock?"

"I can't make it then," Jackie said. "I have to attend a cheerleader meeting. We're choosing next year's team."

"We'll wait," Terri said, giving Joey a look that warned him not to disagree with her.

"Just don't get started without me. I don't want to catch you in her room, Joey Adler," Jackie said, her sarcasm thick.

"Then don't be late," he answered, kissing her.

Joey was not late. The walk to the Claxton's was nothing more than a short walk up the hill on which the tract of houses was built. Punctuality was not the problem. In fact, he got home in time to change into a pair of baggy shorts, a muscle T-shirt, and a pair of leather sandals. He wore no underwear, excited by the prospect of Jackie's easy access to his penis, which was semi-hard at the thought. He also knew that he could "accidentally" reveal himself to Terri while sitting with Jackie, and for some reason, that thought made him as hard as a rock. He adjusted himself so that he wouldn't fall out of the left leg of his shorts as he rang the bell at Terri's house.

He hadn't expected Mrs. Claxton to answer the door. Hadn't Terri said something about having the house to themselves, something about Mrs. Claxton's playing tennis that afternoon? Yet there she was, wearing a short white tennis skirt with a white halter top and pink sweater.

"Joey!" she said, opening the door and inviting him in with a wave of her arm. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Terri invited me," he said, afraid she would think he was visiting on the chance of catching her alone.

"Hmm. She's not home yet. I think she's with Jackie, something about cheerleader tryouts. Won't you come in?"

He hesitated.

"Don't worry. I won't bite you."

"I, uh, that is, I feel --"

"My husband is traveling, so I won't see him until Friday night. I'm flying out to spend the weekend with him after graduation."

Had he mentioned her husband? Granted, it had been a concern, but how could she know that?

"Well? Are you coming with me or not? We could sit out by the pool and have some iced tea while we wait for the girls to get home."

"Well . . . Why not?"

He entered, following her through the house. He couldn't help but notice what a sexy walk she had. She led him to the back yard and their pool. There she directed him to one of a couple of lounge chairs that faced one another

"I'll be right back with some tea. Make yourself comfortable."

He did, taking the seat nearest the pool. As he watched her saunter away, he felt his penis becoming firm. There was something about the way she moved he found enormously arousing, something he'd never noticed before their fated Friday night, when he began seeing her as a sexual and very sexy woman. He wanted to adjust himself so that his penis would be pointing at his belly-button rather than peeking out of his pant leg, but she returned before he could finish the task. Instead, he pulled the pant leg of his shorts down as far as it would go to cover himself.

She noted the movement and took the chaise to his left; she had a good view up the left leg of his shorts, should she look, and she would. He'd hoped to have this setup for Terri, all right, but now it was proving to be a problem.

He didn't know what to say about what had happened the other night, and Mrs. Claxton didn't seem interested in discussing it. Instead, she asked him about school, which led to a discussion of English, his favorite subject. It turned out to be her favorite subject as well, so they worked their way over the familiar ground of English and American novels, a little Shakespeare, a little poetry. She was quick and knowledgeable, and he was delighted at how she caught every academic joke he tried, added to them, punned on last names, you name it. Often she smiled at him, as if surprised by something he said, and he felt his heart glow.

He found himself intoxicated by her personality, and with that he noticed an odd thing. He no longer had a hard on. He didn't feel bad, in fact, felt great, but he'd lost his hard on. She was as sexy as ever. She'd removed her sweater, underneath which she wore a sleeveless halter top that showed off her breasts and their perfect nipples. He'd occasionally feel something stirring, but for the most part, he just wasn't hard. It perplexed him.

"What's wrong," she asked, perceptively getting to the subject he least wanted to discuss.

"It's hard to say."

"Hard?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. She looked at his crotch and licked her lips.

"Yeah. Uh, no." He looked at her and saw her eyes looking up his shorts. He felt a twinge. "Hey!"

"Is this the problem?" she said, touching on the knee but indicating his crotch. "Doesn't look so hard to me." Actually, it was growing harder by the instant, and she watched the slow swelling.

"That's just it. I'm having a great time with you, Mrs. Claxton --"

"Ramona! Call me Ramona. I don't feel old, and I hate to be treated that way. So what is it?"

"I'm enjoying your company, Ramona."

"I don't see anything wrong with that."

"That's not it. But see, after the other night . . . "

"Yes," she answered, stretching, extending her arms above her head, the movement emphasizing her breasts more than ever beneath the thin cotton of the halter. Joey could see she wore no bra (he hadn't actually noticed before), and the sight jolted him right in the crotch. Something about her doing something forbidden, something unexpected, something so sexy -- Joey could not pinpoint what it was about this woman, about women in general -- moved him so.

"I'm waiting," she prompted.

"It's just that, I was having such a good time, but I lost my, uh, you know . . . "

"You think I would know?"

"Yes. I think you knew all about it before I even got here. I never even noticed you before the other night, and suddenly you explode into my life. Every time I think of you I get hard."

"Ooh!" she said playfully, though it touched her heart and actually made her feel warm and special.

"You were so sexy, I couldn't believe my eyes. And when I think of you, I only have memories of a very sexy woman.

"Now, as we sit here, I find myself excited to be with you even though I'm not the least bit aroused. I mean, I wasn't, for most of the discussion I'm sitting here with no . . . arousal . . . or anything, yet I'm enjoying your company more than ever. It doesn't make sense."

"You beautiful boy. It makes perfect sense. And as for whether your tool is hard, it just takes a kiss, remember?"

He laughed. She leaned forward.

"Kiss me."

His heart fluttered, making him swallow dryly.

"Kiss me, Joey."

He leaned closer to her face and let his lips slowly brush across hers. His semi hard cock was now adamantine. He opened his mouth, licked her lips, and pushed his face against hers. Her lips were cool, her tongue quickly slipping into his mouth, her teeth nibbling at his lip. She slid her hand up his left leg and grabbed his cock. She broke the kiss and looked him straight in the eye.

"Rock hard," she said, pulling his cock as if milking it, letting him slip from her hand, lightly kneading him, squeezing him, finally even shaking him, saying, "A Shaken-speare, sir." She looked up at him, licking her lips. "I could do with a taste."

Suddenly she cocked her head to the side.

"Damn! Terri's home," she said, turning back to him, sliding her hand completely up into his shorts and grabbing his tingling tumescence, pumping him slowly in her fist, putting her face against his, her nose alongside his nose, whispering, her voice a low thick rasp. "But I mean it. I could do with a taste, any time, any way. You name it. Anything you want, baby. I mean it. I could be your slut," she kissed him, "Your nurse," and kissed him, "Your teacher," and kissed him, "Your maid, your whore, anything, understand?" she pulled her skirt up and showed him her soaked panties. "See? I'm melting for you.." She squeezed him hard, her eyes closed, her moans soft, eloquent, sexy.

"God you turn me on so," he said.

"See me before you leave," she said, getting up and dropping her skirt back into place.

His penis grew even more rock solid, rudely poking the front of his shorts, regardless of what position he assumed. He feared Terri's arrival, almost as if it were doom descending, while Ramona calmly replaced her sweater and picked up the glasses.

"He's out here, Terri," she called as she walked back into the house. Soon Terri emerged, looking clean scrubbed and studious behind her glasses, her hair pinned back, a pencil above her ear. She was wearing the same pastel pink summer dress she'd been wearing at school. It had an old fashioned look to it, featuring a high white lace collar, long sleeves, a full ankle length skirt. As she crossed in front of the sun, Joey could see right through it, see Terri's long slender legs, the pouting curves of her ass, her tiny waist. His eyes followed her legs down to her feet, loving the look of her white lace socks and black patent leather shoes, schoolgirl shoes with flat heels. He was a raging sea of hormones, he thought, surrounded by irresistible feminine beauty.

Terri took the seat her mother had just vacated, her left leg still on the patio. She adjusted her dress, pulling it above her knees, her foot bouncing in time to beat only she could hear. She smiled at Joey, almost laughing, and then let her eyes drop straight to the tent Joey's cock made of the left leg of his shorts.

"Happy to see me?" she asked as if amazed at the thought. "Or have you been playing with my mother again."

He blushed so furiously that he couldn't even breathe, much less speak. He had dreaded this moment almost as much as he'd looked forward to it. Eventually he and Terri would have to discuss the night they'd shared as he'd ravished her mother. Oddly, he came away from the evening feeling closer to Terri than he had to Ramona, as he made himself think of Mrs. Claxton, and much closer than he'd ever felt to Jackie. In planning for this moment, he had prepared several remarks, but nothing came out of his mouth for a moment.

"I'll take that as a 'yes.' Did she put your penis into her mouth?"

He coughed, regaining his voice. "Are you sorry you weren't watching?"

"Of course. I love to watch. You'd be amazed at what all I've witnessed."

For some reason the comment made his heart stop. Was she referring to her mother? He was amazed to note that he was already feeling a little jealous of Ramona's affection. It didn't make any sense.

"Always your mother?"

"Oh God, no. I had no idea. The other night was a revelation, I tell you, as precious and exciting as finding gold right in your own backyard." She bowed her head. "I'd never seen a man so close before."

That made him wonder if Terri might mean she'd been watching Jackie, so he asked about her.

"No, you misunderstand me totally. You, well you and Jackie, are the only people I've ever witnessed who knew I was watching."

"Huh?"

"My bedroom's in the attic, and I have a very powerful telescope. This hill provides a great vantage point for nearly a hundred homes and back yards all over Snob Hill."

All the kids referred to the tract of houses as Snob Hill.

"Really?" He wanted to be alarmed, to ask her how she could do something so intrusive, so wrong -- spying on people! -- but what could he say? Hadn't he been spying on Alice, both when she was masturbating alone and when she was teasing the flat-topped man? For that matter, he'd inadvertently spied on Terri's mother already, he remembered, both when she was trying to suck some life into her husband and when she was masturbating.

"Really. Want to see some time?" Terri had pulled her dress halfway up her thighs.

"Huh?" For a second he thought she was referring to her sex. Then he remembered what she'd asked. Did he want to see her telescope? That led to his trying to calculate the angles between this house and his, or rather, Alice's, wondering if perhaps she'd been watching Alice.

"I mean it. Want to come up and watch?"

His instincts told him to stay away from the Claxtons, regardless of their charms . . . or because of their charms. Especially Terri. He was both afraid of her and intoxicated by her. He was amazed as he thought about it. Just two weeks ago he'd thought of her as a stuffy straight A student, little miss prim and proper, a prude if anything. Now he was aware that the "old maid" exterior was only camouflage, that underneath she was as wicked and wonderful as anyone he'd ever met, ever imagined. So he wanted to visit her, but felt he should avoid it at all costs. On the other hand, if he were to accept the invitation, he would be able to see for himself whether or not Terri had been spying on Alice. And who knows what else he would see?

"Sure. When?"

"Well, Friday's a good night, say around 9:30? I'll sneak you in." He wondered at the remark: hadn't Ramona just told him she was flying out of LA to meet her husband on Friday evening? Terri, meanwhile, noticed that he'd lost his erection, so she just had to play with him.

"Can you climb the wall?" she asked. She pulled her dress up to her waist, and he instantly dropped his eyes down to her white cotton panties.

"What do you think?" he answered, staring at the thin cotton covering Terri's plump pussy lips. He could clearly see their outline. "I could walk along the tops of the walls from my house to yours if I wanted to," he said, returning his eyes to hers.

"You're such a man," she said, , sitting up and leaning closer to his lap. She grabbed his left knee and began massaging his thigh, moving slowly up his leg. Within seconds, she could see his bulge growing again.

"And you're such a woman, I suppose, since you can tease me?" he said, opening his legs to make his penis even more accessible. He pushed himself closer to her hand.

"What do you mean?" she asked, all innocence, sliding her hand closer and closer to his penis.

"I dare you to touch it."

"Touch what?"

"My cock."

"Oh, you vulgar boy."

She scratched him lightly along the insides of his left thigh.

"No thanks," she said, removing her hand suddenly. "Besides, Jackie will be here any minute." She stood suddenly, dropping her skirt over his head. He grabbed her ass and gently bit into her belly, tickling her. She jumped away.

"Sir! Remember your manners!"

"I think you'd like me to be even ruder." The touch of her ass had fired his imagination, stoked his desire for her.

"That's for me to know --"

"-- and me to find out!" he completed the phrase. "Shall I take that as a dare?"

"Don't you dare," she said, and they both laughed at the word play. "Besides, Jackie will be here any minute, and I have an idea. Come on, let's go to my room."

He watched her ass rotate as she walked ahead of him. Her hips were as sexy as her mother's though a bit narrower. She turned to make sure he was following. He licked his lips. He couldn't get over how much he liked her wearing glasses, being the school's brain, having such a clean cut reputation. He knew better. He also realized, as he was following her up to her room, that she was much more interesting than Jackie would ever be. How true that was became apparent as Terri outlined her plan.

"I think we could convince Jackie to let us remove strategic bits of her clothing. And tie her up. And tease her."

"What? Tie her up? Tease her? You mean, force her? No way."

They entered the room. It was long and narrow with a picture window, before which a white telescope was mounted on a tripod. She jumped onto the bed, a wooden four poster with a canopy, all done in frilly pink. Terri pointed out how easily one could attach silk cloths to tie someone down. She spread out, her arms and legs pointing at the posts of the bed, acting as if she were being pulled in four different directions.

"Where do you get such an idea?" Joey asked. "I don't think she'd like that for a second, and I won't do it."

Terri squirmed, acting as if she were pulling against four invisible restraints.

"But if you thought she wanted it, wouldn't you do it?"

"I'd have to know she wanted it. I couldn't just think so." He found her form enormously sexy as she writhed on the bed, contorting her body in four directions against the imaginary ties, her body looking remarkably sexy underneath the flimsy material of the dress as she twisted and rolled. She smiled at him.

"How could you ever be sure? I mean, if you were ninety-nine percent certain she wanted it, wouldn't you do it? Sometimes you have to take risks."

"I'd have to talk to her first."

"Talk to her? That would ruin it. You'd have to do it, just do it, as if it were real, both of you knowing you'd never cause any real harm, maybe just a bit of pain. You'd have to know without her knowing ahead of time. That's what makes it so dangerous and exciting. What's important is that you never cause any unwanted pain."

"Then I'd be justified to use force as long as I do it gently?"

"Did you say, 'qualified'?"

"You heard me."

She twisted further, thrusting her breasts at him.

"No, I meant qualified. I mean, if you were nearly sure, would you have the courage to act? Would you be qualified? Would you force your way through?" She looked him in the eye, her head lifted as if she couldn't get closer due to being tied. On impulse, he tickled her ribs, causing her hands to spring forward protectively, pulling him into her. They hugged as he tickled her and she giggled. Finally she broke away.

"I take that as a 'yes,'" she said. "You would tie her down and tantalize her. And I think I hear Jackie mounting the steps."

"Mounting?" he mouthed.

She winked at him and jumped up.

Jackie burst into the room, a vision of purple and gold school colors. She sported the full cheerleading regalia still, complete with the purple sneakers and gold and purple knee socks, the flirty little skirt and the school logo covering the chest.

"Hi, Terri," she said, kicking off her shoes. "Wait till I tell you who we picked -- Joey? You're here already?"

"Yeah."

"How long has he been here," Jackie asked, moving towards Terri, her irritation obvious.

"We just arrived. I was giving him the grand tour."

"She was telling me about her telescope. We just got here, Jackie." He moved to her, tried to take her into his arms.

"Wait a minute, buster. I find it very suspicious that you are up here.
What's going on, Terri?"

"Well, I thought, you know, maybe you and Joey might want the comfort of a bed, you know, and --"

"I'm touched. And you'd be watching?"

"You know it turns you on to be watched."

"How dare you say that?"

"It's true. You know it is."

"That doesn't mean I like you saying it OR being up here alone with him."

"You know I'm not interested."

"I think you're very interested. You just need someone to break through your reserve --"

"--Force his way in?" Terri asked, winking at Joey from behind Jackie.

Joey took Jackie into his arms. "C'mon, Baby. Let's just relax, maybe play some cards or something. What do you say, Terri?"

"OK. I have a great game."

"Yeah," Jackie said, "What is it?"

"It's an adult game: Dare."

"Great. Bring it on," Joey said, hoping to break the tension.

For a while, Jackie and Joey rolled on the bed, truly loving the luxury of the space. They kissed deeply. He tried to touch her breasts, prompting her to remove the school sweater and leave only a flimsy gold sleeveless t-shirt covering her breasts. The school's logo spanned her braless tits. He played with them, lightly pinching their turgid nipples. She, meanwhile, found out how accessible he was, taking him in her hand and slowly frigging him as they kissed.

Terri coughed loudly to indicate the game was to begin. They arranged themselves on the bed, Terri at the head with her knees in the air, her dress falling down between and beside her legs. She sat pigeon toed, and the lace socks made her legs looked delicious. Jackie sat in a similar position with her back to the post nearest the edge at the foot of bed. It was almost impossible for her to sit without exposing her gold panties, and she didn't seem to mind much. They were totally opaque. Joey lay on his side with his back to the wall, his head propped on his hand, his feet near Jackie, his head inches from Terri's right knee.

"It's about giving and taking dares. Say I give you a dare. If you can't or won't take the dare, you must give up one item of clothing. When you have no clothing, or little enough -- I think people are sexier with clothing than without, myself -- anyway, when you are stripped enough, you have to take the dare."

"Wait a minute, Terri Claxton," Jackie said. "Are we all going to play this? Or are you going give the dares and watch what happens?"

"Oh, I'm going to watch, of course. This is a great game for lovers."

"No way. You want us to play, you have to play with us."

"I'm with her," Joey said.

"Well, in that case, let's do something else --"

"No, Terri," Joey said, raising his voice a bit, "Let's play this. You were so ready to watch us play, why don't you have a little courage and join us?"

"Yeah, Terri. If it's OK for us to play, it should be OK for you to play."

"Well."

"It isn't dangerous, is it?" Joey asked.

"All right, but I'm going last."

"That all right with you, Jackie?"

"Yeah. I'll go first."

"OK, Jackie, try this. Describe your hottest fantasy as vividly as possible."

Jackie looked around at the two expectant faces. Terri had pulled her dress above her knees, and she was scratching her thigh absent-mindedly.
The swelling bulge of Joey's cock was visible, almost poking from the pant leg, and Terri could barely keep her eyes off it.

"I don't know about this," Jackie said, pulling on her thick blond hair.
"I've never told my hottest fantasy to anyone, not even the two of you."

"You can always remove an article of clothing if you prefer," Terri offered.

"Your panties, for instance," Joey said "They're guarding the sexiest thing in the room." They giggled.

"Good idea. I don't want to get them stained, and if I told this story, I would surely get them wet." She peeled the gold cotton from between her legs and lifted her ass, pointing herself at Joey.

"Give me a hand, stud."

Joey pulled off her shorts and sniffed them.

"Interesting."

"Provocative?" Jackie asked.

"Well seasoned!" he answered.

Together they finished the jingle:

"The only question is, 'Are you grown up enough for Granny Goose?'" They all laughed.

Jackie leaned back against the post and tried to pull her skirt skirt down over her sex. It barely covered it, and whenever she moved, it was pulled up, exposing her blond pubes, her pink lips. From the waist up, she looked innocent and childlike in her sleeveless cheerleaders T-shirt, but the look was incongruous with the rest of the picture: her knees against her chest, the golden knee socks framing her golden pussy. Neither Joey nor Terri could look away.

"Not fair," Terri and Joey said in unison, laughing at the coincidence in their reaction.

"OK, I'll tell." She was already squirming. "But it must remain our secret. You promise?"

"We promise," they said in unison, laughing again.

"OK. It's about Mr. Jacobs, the history teacher. I know he looks old and frail, but there's something about him that makes me itch. So I like to imagine teasing him. See, in my fantasy, I'll sit in the front where only he can see me and then show him my pussy, watch him sweat. I'm merciless. When I go up to sharpen my pencil, I always drop it and bend over so he -- and he alone -- can see everything, and I do mean everything. I might even stay bent over and fiddle with my shoe, just to give him a longer show.

"I'm not attracted to him or anything, after all, he's an old man, but it's just something about how prim and proper he always tries to be that gets me. Like somebody's grandfather or something.

"Anyway, I have imagined that one day he just gets completely fed up with it and tells me to stay after class. When I do, he takes me into his office and locks the door. He tells me he's disgusted with my lewd behavior, that I've been acting like a whore, that I'm likely to end up in the gutter if I keep on like that, I mean he really dresses me down. It turns me on terrifically, especially the way he makes me feel so shamelessly evil, so wicked and depraved.

"He says he's going to punish me and orders me to lie across his lap. I realize he's going to spank me, and I am nervous and scared all of a sudden, but I know I have to obey, so I do.

"'I'm going to have to raise your skirt as well, young lady,' he says. 'Too bad you didn't wear any undergarments today.' He pulls my skirt up and drops it over my back, baring me completely. I can feel myself getting wet now," Jackie said, dipping her fingers into the pool of her mushy sex. "Just thinking about being in such a position, so humiliated and exposed, makes me gush.

"Then he spanks me as hard as he can with his hand. At first I say nothing, but the pain grows more intense as he covers the same places on my ass and thighs. I grab all around and chance upon his penis. He stops for a moment, and suddenly releases me. I stand, my skirt still hanging off my back. He opens his pants, and I see his thing. It's enormous, hard and veiny.

"'You wicked child, look what you have done,' he says, pointing to his boner. "I want you to do something about it, but not until I've finished spanking you. Do you understand?'

"I nod my head, and he stands and keeps me standing. He orders me to grip his hard thing with my left hand and bend over. He begins spanking me again, but this time he doesn't stop until I'm begging for mercy. When he stops, I am soaking wet. He rubs has hand across my ass, meaning to comfort me, but when he feels how wet I am, he grows angry.

"'On your knees, girl,' he says, and I obey." Jackie pauses suddenly

"God this is making me hot. Forgive me, but I've got to touch myself." She puts the middle finger of her right hand into her mouth, wetting it, and then begins rubbing the lips of her sex. Terri cranes her neck to get a good look, almost leaning into Joey in the process.

"He pushes the rubbery head of his cock against my lips. I keep my mouth shut, though I want to open it. He continues pushing it at me. 'Do you need another spanking?' he asks. I shake my head and let just the tip of my tongue peek through my lips. He brushes the supple flesh against it, I lick him, and then he pushes it right in. I begin licking and sucking immediately as he instructs me sternly. 'You will suck the seed from my evil root, you wicked slut,' he says, jerking it from my mouth. He slaps my face with it until I catch it in my mouth again and begin sucking. Soon I can feel his climax building, feel his thighs trembling, and I begin sucking the jism from him, his seed, swallowing almost all of it. It turns me on to imagine letting a bit of it dribble down my chin. I hear him moan when he sees me look up at him as innocently as I can.

"I turn to him, suddenly his master. I lift my skirt and pull him closer, forcing his face between my legs. He can't look away. I shove his face against my sex, and he thrusts his tongue into me, tweaking my clit with his lips. I see the angelic expression on his face, feel the shame and humiliation of the punishment melting into the warm security of knowing it's all over, of knowing I am now in control, that I am rubbing my cunt on his upturned, worshipping face. He is fucking me with his tongue and nose and chin, tweaking my clit, and I just melt into the most intense orgasm. Sometimes I can come more than once just thinking about this." She continued slowly stroking the wet lips of her unt, still lost in her fantasy. Terri winked at Joey. They watched her slowly fingering herself, pulling far enough out to stroke her clit and then dipping back into her wet cunt.

"That's very interesting, Jackie. Don't you think, Joey?" Terri looked at his bulge, noted that it again was hard, easy to spot in his loose shorts. "I see it scored well on the peter meter."

"Terri!" Jackie said. Then she reached across to Joey and slid her hand up his leg. "But you're right. He's so hard it must hurt."

"It's tingling," Joey said.

"Your turn, Joey," Terri said. "You give him the dare, Jackie."

"Describe the first time you had sex, Joey."

Joey laughed nervously and said, "The first time?"

He was ready to panic. The last thing he wanted to say was that Jackie -- what little they'd done -- hadn't been his first experience. If he told the truth, it might even make Terri angry for her mother. "I don't know what to say. I guess I'll have to take the punishment."

"Why?" Jackie asked.

"How can he describe something that's never happened, Jackie? He must be a virgin. Duh?!?" Terri said, coming to Joey's aid. She winked at him when Jackie looked away.

"Then you have to remove something, Joey," Jackie said, "but not your shirt. It's sexier on."

"That leaves nothing but my shorts."

"Exactly," the girls said together, laughing. He sat up and removed his shorts, revealing a hard shaft that stuck straight up. Jackie licked her lips, and Terri gaped at it, swallowing. He took his place back on the bed. He loved seeing the look on Terri's face as she gawked, literally gawked, at his swollen cock. She'd never seen it in the light before.

"Your turn, Terri," she said. Terri swallowed. "I suppose Joey has to give you the dare?"

"That's right."

"If you've ever seen anyone have sex, describe it."

"I guess you lose, Terri," Jackie said, laughing.

"Not so fast. Turns out I have seen it."

"The other night does NOT count, Terri. I'm still a virgin."

"I know. It's not that. I just happen to have witnessed someone having sex."

"Then tell us," Jackie said, lying back, her left leg perched on Joey's hip, her right leg bent, her knee nearly touching her chest. Her blond quim peeked at Joey and Terri beneath the short skirt of her cheerleader's uniform. Both Joey and Terri were fascinated by her golden pubes, the pink, puckered lips of her sex. Joey stroked her left leg, working his way to her sex and slipping his finger in. Jackie removed Joey's hand as the story began. Not long after Terri began describing the lubricious events she'd witnessed, however, Jackie had replaced Joey's hand with her own.

"I have a telescope, see, and I've been watching a few couples for a while. There's one house in particular that has been good. I have a clear view of their backyard, pool, and the picture window they have in their bedroom. The man is an aging athlete, and he still looks very good. Blond hair, blue eyes, great build. I'll call him Blondie.

"His wife is a tall slender redhead with brown eyes and dark brown skin.
I'll call her Red. She sunbathes without a stitch on, and some days she'll masturbate with a bright white dildo. I've seen them doing it on many occasions, not that there's much you can see when they're in their bedroom.

"One afternoon, though, they had another young couple over for a barbecue and swim, and this party got very interesting. Their visitors were also young and sexy, the man with long black hair -- like a Beatle or something. I'll call him Hippy. He had a good build and very dark brown skin. Maybe he's a surfer or something. His wife was a petite little oriental with a very tight body. I'll call her Tart."

Joey and Jackie laughed.

"Well, that's what she reminds me of. The ladies were wearing tiny bikinis and the men the skimpiest of trunks, and they played by the side of the pool and in the water, throwing one another in and splashing each other. Nothing out of hand, though, until after dinner.

"By then, they'd changed into dry clothing. The men wore crew shirts and tailored shorts. The ladies were dressed to impress. Red wore a light summer dress, pastel green, and a pair of slinky sandals with high heels, maybe three inches. The tart wore a nearly transparent body-suit and white pumps. The two ladies looked like sex on a stick, especially the Tart, if you know what I mean."

"You always seem to notice the girls, Terri," Jackie said.

"Shush you! I trained my telescope on them. The Tart wore nothing underneath her thin body suit. I could see her nipples, could see they way they poked at the mesh fabric. It was very sexy. She lay on her back on the lounge, her legs spread. I could see the very lips of her sex. I think she was purposely flashing herself at Blondie. The other couple gathered the dishes and went inside while Blondie made a couple of drinks, handing one to the Tart."

"Tart?" Joey asked, still bothered by her use of it.

"I like the word. It fits her. She looked like a sexy little tart. Nicely shaped pointy little breasts, perfect butt. She lay back sipping her drink, her cunt pointed right at the blond man, who sat with his back to me. I wish I could have heard what they were saying. She was twisting and turning, probably to keep his eyes glued to her moistening sex. Eventually he convinced her to pull apart some clasps at the crotch of the suit. She did, exposing her shiny black bush to him. He insisted on getting down to look at it, and before you know it, he's eating her, making it impossible to see. She won't let him do it for long, though, pulling him up and snaking his penis out of his pants. She grips it in her left hand begins sucking on it while rubbing her pussy with her right hand.

"Before long, he's rutting against her, when the light of the back door flashes, and the other two come out. Blondie and the Tart don't even notice, but the emerging couple stops, as if afraid to disturb the two lovers. Then they furtively come forward for a better look, and finally, she turns to him and puts her arms around him. He kisses her, and from chaste kisses they soon get to putting their hands all over each other. Soon his shorts are in a heap at his feet, and her dress is pulled up. He finishes unbuttoning it and has her remove it altogether. She's wearing a slip underneath, but he doesn't bother to remove that. He turns her around, pushing his penis against her naked butt, reaching down between her legs to finger her. I wish you could have seen the look of sexual abandon on her face. It was as sexy as anything I ever saw. I could almost feel her moans as she pushed herself back against his hard poker and let him finger her.

"I trained my scope on the other couple and found the man lying on his back on the chaise lounge. The Tart was standing over him, lowering herself onto his hard cock. He held it straight up for her, and she sat right down on it, taking the huge thing all the way into her tiny little body. I could hardly believe she could take the whole thing, but it put her into ecstasy, if her face was any indication. She impaled herself on him, twisting and turning, riding the horn of his saddle. He then lifted her up and down on himself. The two couples fucked furiously for about five or ten minutes, I couldn't tell, and suddenly I saw Red jump off the prick she'd been riding and drop to her knees, barely in time to put her open mouth in front of the spewing cock of the man. She caught some of it, but most of the gray liquid ended up all over her face and upper torso. The man then rubbed his penis in the goo, and this seemed to turn her on. She fingered herself rapidly while he did it, clenching with orgasm within another ten seconds.

"I then turned my attention to the other couple, and watched the little Tart lie flat on the man, rubbing her clit against him till she came, her hips rotating in total hedonistic abandon. She was wild. Then she got off and began frigging him, jerking his big penis in her tiny hand, finally putting just the head of the cock into her mouth and drinking every drop. I could see him coming, I could see her swallowing, I could see the other two fingering themselves as they watched. When the man was finished, all four of them went inside. Unfortunately, they left the curtains to the bedroom closed."

The room became silent as Terri finished her tale. The head of Joey's penis gleamed with the wetness of the pre-come he was oozing. He was slowly pumping it. Jackie casually rubbed her fingers along her cunt, not exactly masturbating but keeping the tingles alive. Terri looked at the hard oozing penis and laughed.

"Looks like the peter meter has reached a new high," she said. "It's oozing."

"I want to lick it," Jackie said. She bent forward and put the head into her mouth, licking it and looking at her boyfriend with a mischievous smile in her eyes.

"Not yet," Terri demanded. "You're next. Ready?"

Jackie gave the head one last suck, kissed it, and sat up again, hugging her legs to her.

"I dare you to act out just a bit of your fantasy."

"No, I couldn't."

"You know you want to."

"To be spanked? I don't think so. It's just something I think about. Besides, it needs to be by someone in authority, someone very disapproving. I guess I'll have to take something else off. How about my socks."

"I think your socks look sexy," Terri said. "How about your skirt?"

"OK."

"You could always let me spank you while you suck his cock," Terri offered. Jackie blushed. Both Terri and Joey could see the idea moved her strongly, but neither pushed the issue. Jackie could certainly tell a good fantasy, but she wasn't quite ready yet to enact one. Instead, she removed her skirt, leaving her wearing nothing more than a pair of socks and the thin sleeveless t-shirt that barely came down to her navel.

She rolled over to Joey, and the two of them began kissing, tangling their legs together. He put the slippery head of his penis right onto her naked clitoris, slowly rubbing her with it, lubricated by his own fluid. She groaned in ecstasy and rolled over on her back. He was above her in an instant, the head of his cock poised at the oily lips of her sex, her legs spread, her clit throbbing. He put the tip of the tingling tool to her cunt, slowly insinuating its pulsing head into the slick hungry hole. Her cuntlips gripped him and seemed to pull him further. He could feel the lip beneath the head of his penis about to penetrate when Jackie suddenly pushed him off her.

"No, please, not yet."

She and Joey were panting with excitement. He gripped himself, holding tightly to keep from coming. She rubbed her palm against her sex, as if to calm it.

"I don't know what I was about to do," she said. "Oh, Joey, you are a stud, you sexy thing, I can't think of anything more delicious than to let you fuck me, but I don't want to pop my cherry just yet."

"I'm sure you two can find other ways to relieve your desires," Terri said, acting bored, though her panties were soaked.

"What would you recommend?" Jackie asked Terri, her meaning cruel and clear.

"I recommend you use your imagination. It always works for me," Terri answered, as nonplused as she could be. "Shall we continue playing? You get to give Joey a dare, Jackie."

"Fine. Allow the person to your left to touch your prick with her hand.
If that person refuses, she must discard two pieces of clothing."

"Hmm," he said, turning to Terri. "The person to my left would be you. I guess you get to touch me. Or remove two pieces of clothing, but not your socks."

"That's right," Jackie said, sitting up to watch Terri more closely. Terri leaned forward and looked at Joey's penis. It was purple and shiny and obviously engorged to bursting with his desire. She reached out, trembling, but she couldn't make herself touch it.

"All right, I'll take off my dress."

"What else?" Jackie asked once Terri's dress was over her head, leaving her clad only in socks, a skimpy pink bra, and her drenched pink panties."

"Terri! You seem to have wet your panties. That will never do, girl. Take them off. I know you love to flash your bush at Joey. He likes to watch it, too, don't you Joey?"

Terro pulled them off and sat with her legs spread. Joey looked from one to the other. Each was beautiful, the lips parted and wet, the clits swollen. Jackie's bush was blond, her cunt lips plump and pink, Terri's black, her lips long and slender.

"Who wouldn't want to watch this?" he asked.

"Are you saying she's sexier than I am?" Jackie demanded, teasing both her boyfriend and Terri.

"That's a hard thing to judge. Both of you have sexy bodies."

"But whose is sexier," Terri asked.

"I don't know. I'd have to examine them a little more closely to decide."

"I'm game," Jackie said.

"What do you mean?" Terri asked.

"Well," Joey answered, "To judge fairly, I'll have to be able to examine each of the bodies closely, the legs, the asses, the tits, and especially, the pussies."

"Sounds delicious," Jackie said. "You think you can take it, Terri?"

"OK," Terri said, reluctant either to lose control or to thought a coward.

"Great, then," Joey said. "How about we start by having the two of you stand side by side so I can examine your legs."

The girls jumped off the bed and walked over to the desk, leaning forward against it. Joey came from behind and began examining their legs, running one hand up the leg of one girl, the other up the leg of the other girl. Terri was the taller, her legs therefore longer and leaner.
Jackie was shorter, her legs plumper. They had a great shape to them, but he preferred Terri's. He already knew, however, that he'd have to make all his judgments as diplomatically as possible.

"I'd have to say the legs are a toss up," he lied. "Let's see what kind of asses they make of themselves. Lean forward."

The girls leaned forward. He pushed their legs apart.

"I have to have a clear view." He feel the heat from the two naked fannies, could see the sexy fuzz covering them, each with its secret garden of hair and labia and clitoris. Terri's was darker, nearly purple, the long lips more pronounced. She had a long elegant cunt. Jackie's was blond, which made it truly adorable. It was plump, very pink, the lips of her sex offering little contrast to the rest of her pussy. The lips of her cunt were open and glistening with her lubrication. He couldn't resist running his finger along their length, coaxing a low growl from Jackie, who began rotating herself around his finger almost immediately.

"Now let me conduct a close inspection with a special instrument."

Joey stood first behind Jackie, bending his knees and letting his penis nestle in the crack of her ass. She was so wet that his slick spike immediately began a sensuous slithering up and down the groove of it.

"Ohh, baby, that rubbery thingg feels so hot, it makes me gush, Joey. Don't stop." She was exaggerating, of course, but not by much.

Joey then stepped behind Terri. He could feel her stiffen. Since she was taller, he could stand straight up and still press his flesh against hers, but he didn't, moving so that he was less than an inch from her. He put his arms around her, pinning her arms, and then let his rigid poker touch her yielding flesh. She moved immediately, but he kept after her, the movement making the friction between their genitals even more arousing. Joey held her tighter, letting her feel his hardness as it slid along the groove of her ass. He reached down, intending to touch her sex, but she suddenly pushed him away.

"Please, Joey, I can't stand it. Phew!" She was truly agitated, trying to calm herself down.

"Let the examination continue," Jackie said, "assuming everyone's tough enough." Terri resumed her position.

Joey ran his had across the asses of the two girls, squeezing and pinching. He let his fingers stray below and dip into their honey pots, finding each of them wet. Terri stirred and pulled away when he brushed her clit, but Jackie just let her hips begin that slow undulation he'd already learned to associate with her coming orgasm. He stopped for a moment.

"Jackie wins on attitude, but each ass is the perfect complement to its bearer."

"Bare? We're both bare, so how can you call us barer?" Terri and Joey laughed.

"What's so funny?" Jackie asked.

"No these are some fine asses," Joey continued, ignoring Jackie. "Wouldn't do to swap them. Now for your breasts."

He turned the two girls around and began by feeling Jackie's tits through the thin material of her outfit, but soon he had his hand underneath, squeezing the mounds of beautiful flesh, pulling on the nipples, even reaching down with his mouth and sucking Jackie's left nipple inside. Jackie took his penis in her hand, and the two of them began making out.
But Joey stopped suddenly, noting that duty demanded diligence, so he turned to Terri, pushing aside the flimsy material of her bra and bending to lick the bared nipple. Terri wouldn't allow it, though she did allow him to remove the bra altogether and heft her breasts in his two hands. Again, perhaps a bit diplomatically, Joey had to admit that each girl had beautiful breasts.

"So you can't pick a winner, huh?" Jackie said.

"Forgive me. You are both so beautiful. Look at the peter meter."

It was standing tall, its head wet again.

"Couldn't you do something for me?" he asked Jackie.

"You mean, bring you off?" Terri answered.

"Yeah."

"Sure. I'd love to have you back in my mouth." She lay back on the bed and gestured for him to come to her. He slid his throbbing prick right into her mouth, and she began licking and sucking and frigging him all at once. Terri had given up all pretense of not watching and had found herself a seat on the bed where she could watch while fingering her own pussy. Joey was in heaven, watching the face of his girlfriend sucking on his penis, watching the sexy minx Terri as she masturbated besides them.

Suddenly Terri jumped up.

"Mom's coming."

Her steps could be heard as she climbed the stairs.

"Telephone, Terri," her mother called. "It's for Jackie."

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