Well, here I am again, posting on this web site. I thought the last entry entitled "author's wife responds" would be the last one by Davey, my husband's account. After taking over his account, I meant to just let it sit there and die, letting his little weekly readership count dwindle to nothing, knowing that it would be torture for him. But recounting that story seems to have rekindled some old feelings in me that really aren't very proper. Nonetheless, they're there, embedded inside me, I guess, and I screwed up again. 

I wouldn't even be telling you this if David hadn't gone and pissed me off again. In case you don't know, I learned of his authorship on this site when he mistakenly left open a secret email account that he used to handle his matters here. After the initial shock, I was so angry that I changed passwords and took over his account, and submitted an entry detailing my discovery, along with the story of how I had memorable sexual intercourse with a 13-year-old boy about seven years ago. 

David took it hard. At first I thought he was upset that I had discovered him, and then I thought he was upset that I had engaged in sex with a boy while we were engaged, but now I think he was just simply upset that I had taken over his account. I'll tell you why, if you'll bear with me, and judging by the story views from my first entry (which beat the count of any by David, by the way), you will. You won't be disappointed. This story is full of plenty of lurid details you'll find quite enjoyable. But first some background.  

It was therapeutic for me to post "author's wife responds." It felt good to take out my anger in that way - in any way, really. The rage against David had been building for so long but I didn't really have an excuse to release it until I came across his stories, where he turned several details of our lives into twisted sexual fantasies, or created events that never even happened. One story was about me having sex with a dog, if you can believe. For the record, I never did. 

After I took over his account and made my post, I felt liberated. I felt like all my ties with David were severed, and they were, except for the marriage, which was completely empty. So I felt free to act upon some old desires I'd been keeping in check. I'm on faculty at a university - like I'd tell you where - and there's a sociology professor who's been making hints at me. I've always pretended not to notice, out of respect for David, but needless to say that inhibition went out the window. So me and the sociology professor went out a couple of times. 

It was shortly before our scheduled third date that I brought up the subject with my husband. We had just sat down to eat. I waited until David had taken a couple bites, and then I dropped the bomb - or what I thought was the bomb. 

"David," I said. "I'm dating another man."  

He looked at me and blinked hard. "Who?" He croaked. 

"Just someone I met," I said, feeling some satisfaction at what I thought was real hurt. "I've taken a real liking to him." 

"Really?" He said.  

"Yes," I said. "We really hit it off. We haven't done anything yet, like go to bed together, but I think it'll happen before long. I just thought I should tell you." 

Of course, I didn't really feel any obligation to tell David anything about my budding relationship. I just wanted to see him squirm. Call it doubling the fun. Instead of squirming, however, he looked at me with this excited look in his eye, I swear. At first I couldn't even grasp the full depravity of my husband. But then he said, "I want to watch." 

After a moment of stunned shock, I blew up. "What?" I cried. "I tell you I want to have sex with another man and you say you want to WATCH? You creep! What the hell is wrong with you? You certainly may NOT!" 

He set down his fork real slow. "Either you let me watch, or you can't do it." 

Now my blood was really boiling. "I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want," I said. "You're not the only one who can have fun in his spare time!" 

"Listen to me," he said. "You can go ahead and fuck whoever you want, but you'll not only give me grounds for divorce, but you'll get a horrible settlement in court. Cheaters never win. Not in a divorce." 

I slammed my fork down so hard that it broke the plate. But through my anger I knew he was right. I knew that screwing the sociology professor was impossible. My husband has a friend who's a private investigator, and I swear that bloodhound could trace a bee in a bee hive. A couple professors having an affair was nothing to him. Besides, even if I did pull it off in secret, I'd be robbed of the satisfaction of making David hurt. I guess that was my motive for screwing the sociology professor as much as the thrill of sex was. 

"Nevermind, then," I said. "You can't watch because I won't do it. I won't give you the satisfaction, you asshole. You can hire your slimeball friend to track me if you want, but he won't find anything because I'm breaking up with him." 

"Damn," David mumbled. I left the table. I have to admit it. I cried that night. I thought my feelings for David were totally null and void, but when he said "Damn," I realized what a creep he'd really become. He used to be so nice, really, and caring. I wondered if I was the one who made him into this monster, who had not a trace of feeling for me other than as a sex object. 

For a few weeks David's creep friend did follow me. I've got my wits about me and I could tell he was. But I was a good girl. I broke it off with the sociology professor and kept my legs crossed. One night at the dinner table David looked up at me and said the first words spoken between us in weeks. 

"You really mean it, don't you," he said. "You really broke it off with that guy." 

I smiled frostily at him. "Sorry." 

But I know how David works. He wanted me to think he was letting his guard down. So I continued playing the role of good girl, and the creep investigator kept following me. A couple more weeks passed. Then one day he was gone. I guess David's money ran out or something. The only signal that David gave that the investigation was over was he was a little more sullen than usual. He didn't even masturbate next to me in bed for a couple of nights. 

Free of the investigator, I finally could focus on what had been burning fires deep in my mind for a while, ever since I took over David's ASSTR account. I guess it was the description of that 13-year-old's skin that did it. There's a middle school not far from my office. One day I impulsively called the office there and asked them when school got out. I didn't know. I was told 2:20. At 2:15 I drove over there, parked in the parking lot, and watched the kids leaving. It's true. I looked at the boys, all lean, all full of erupting energy, just starting to realize what it is to be a man. After everyone had left, I went into the school and looked at bulletin boards to see what kind of activities were going on. One caught my eye. Swim practice. 

If I were a man I'd never get away with what I did. If a single man, a stranger, sat in the bleachers during swim practice and watched the kids, you can count on one hand how many minutes would pass before he was strong-armed out of there. His face would show up in the paper the next day describing why he's being held without bail. But me, a young, attractive, Asian woman, nobody suspected anything. I sat there with my notes, just to be safe, pretending like I was picking somebody up and just biding my time until practice was over. Nobody said a word to me. Some assistant coach kept making eyes at me, but he wasn't the one I was looking at. 

I'm ashamed to say that it was quite a thrill to see those middle school boys in their swim trunks. I know we women are supposed to be attracted to big glistening muscles and broad shoulders, but call me weird, I just can't get enough of their skin. And their energetic, slim frames. So full of life and energy they were. And hormones, yes. The amount of attention paid to the opposite sex by middle schoolers is astounding. They just generally are too uncertain how to go about exactly satisfying what their body is starting to scream for. That innocence attracted me, too. 

As I left I looked at another bulletin board for the swimmer's parents and saw that there was a swim meet in a week. My nerves tingled at the thought of seeing even more swimmers, and without the worry of being discovered. That night when I got home David said something about smelling chlorine. "Get your nose checked," I said, and left him alone. 

A week passed and I went back to the pool. This time the natatorium was packed with spectators and swimmers. The air was sultry and hot, and I unbuttoned the top of my blouse. I found a seat in the corner and took out my binoculars, just like scores of parents were doing. To my pleasant surprise, swimmers dress differently for races. Instead of big baggy trunks, the boys wear tight little speedos that show little bumps where their penises are. Some bumps are bigger than others, of course. 

I was scanning the boys when someone's hand rested on my shoulder. I yelped and nearly dropped my binoculars. To my horror, there was my older friend, Sungkyung (as if that's her real name, though she is Korean, like me). 

"Eunju-ah!" She cried (as if that's my real name). "I'm so sorry!" 

"That's okay," I said, lucky that I was already flush from the heat, because I was red with shock at seeing her, where I thought I was totally anonymous. "You just startled me, that's all!" 

"What are you doing here?" She said. 

"What are YOU doing here?" I said, stalling for an answer. 

"Well, I'm here to watch Jim swim, that's what," she said. Then I remembered. Her 13-year-old adopted son (not really named Jim, by the way) was on the swim team for another school, and obviously his team was here today. 

I laughed, and lied. "What a coincidence! Well, my office isn't far from here, and I used to swim, so I just thought I'd come check it out! It's fun!"  

"Aaah," she said. "Reliving the old days, huh? Well, I'm glad you came!" The awkward moment past, we chatted happily and I tried to keep myself from glancing at the pool's occupants. It was hard. I must say I was surprised by the response this whole thing was drawing out of me. I could feel my underwear damp in my crotch, if that gives you an idea. I kept looking at the little packages in front of the boys' speedos, and then the tight little butts in the back, and feeling this continuous fuel of hormones. Through some odd combination of the heat, and the youthful energy around me, I felt like a teenager again. 

"Okay," Sungkyung said, "Jim is up next. Cheer for him!" 

"What's the event?" I asked. 

"The breast stroke," she said. "He's really good at it." 

"Oh!" I said, with a laugh. "I'll be the girls like that!" 

She glared at me. "Sorry," I said. "Bad joke." 

We watched as Jim emerged from the waiting room, dressed in a robe with one of those funny little green swim caps on his head. He's white, by the way. I mentioned he was adopted. It was an unusual situation, Korean mother adopting a white child. But I say that only for the sake of visualizing. He was white with this creamy skin, dark, bushy hair, and contrasting blue eyes. Anyway, just before his event, I could see him looking to the stands for his mother. She waved, he saw, and waved back. I waved too. 

He dropped his robe and I lifted my binoculars, feeling it was safe to do so. I let out a little gasp, and then cleared my throat to cover up. 

"Are you okay?" Sungkyung said. 

"Oh, yes," I said. "My throat is just dry." 

Jim was slender and wiry just like all the other 13-year-olds, fantastic skin, but the thing that had made me gasp was the lump in front of his speedos. It was big. In fact it was the largest I'd seen all day. 

"Go Jim!" I yelled, loudly. 

He got up on the starting blocks, that big lump bobbing around. Then the gun went off and I watched every yard of his race through the binoculars, watching his sleek little body churn and thrust through the water. My panties were soaking by the time he finished, first. His mother leaped up to cheer, and I followed, though for different reason. 

"That was wonderful!" I cried. "He's great!" 

"Isn't he?" His mother said. 

"Bigger than most 13-year-olds," I added. She nodded, unsuspectingly. 

A few minutes later, Jim came up and found us in the bleachers, all covered modestly in his robe again. But when he sat down, and we said our hellos, his robe opened a slit and I could see that the bulge in his speedos was no optical illusion. I had the sudden, wild vision of reaching out, parting his robes, pulling him toward me and grinding that big lump against my crotch. Of course I just smiled and looked flushed. Later, taking my panties off was like peeling off a swimsuit. 

The encounter burned in my mind for the next few days until I couldn't hardly take it anymore. I called Sungkyung up one day. "You know," I said, "I had such fun the other day at the swim meet. Can I come with you to another?" 

"You had fun?" Sungkyung said. "Most people think those meets are boring as hell unless their kid is involved. It's hot and sticky and loud--" 

"Well, you and I had a good talk, didn't we?" I said. 

"Well, sure we did," she said, sounding pleased. "Okay, fine, it's over in Homer (as if that was the real town). I'll pick you up." 

We got there early and chatted, pausing only to watch Jim's races. I watched raptly through my binoculars. There was a pack of junior high girls a couple rows behind us, and after Jim won his 100-meter breast stroke one of them distinctly said, "Must be hard to swim with all that draaaagggg," followed by a chorus of annoying giggles. Sungkyung turned and silenced them with a glare. I pretended not to hear. 

In a few minutes the girls got up to leave. Once they were gone, Sungkyung looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Jim is really sensitive about that," she said. 

"About what?" I said. 

Sungkyung sighed. "I'm talking about his... size. He had a gland issue when he was a baby and he's bigger than most everyone down... there," she said. "He's pretty sensitive about it." 

"Someday he'll be showing it off," I said, and we laughed. 

On the way home I turned to Jim as he sat in the back. "You swim really really well, Jim," I said. "Must take a lot of practice, huh?" 

"Yeah, Ms. Lee," he said, shyly (as if that's my real last name). 

"Speak up, Jim," his mother said. "Nobody can hear you when you talk like that." 

"Sorry," he said, a little more loudly. "Thank you, Ms. Lee. Yes, it takes a lot of practice." 

`What do you like about the breast stroke?" I asked. I couldn't help myself. 

"I dunno," he said. "I'm just good at it, I guess. A natural." 

"I'll bet! I haven't seen you lose yet!" 

"Don't put a curse on me, Ms. Lee," he said, smiling. 

`Oh, sorry," I said. "I've only seen a couple races, after all." 

"Well you'll have to come see more," he said. 

I laughed. "Well I will. Your mother and I have a good time at these things." 

`Good." 

His next meet was in town a week later. This time, however, his mother called me on short notice. "Can you give Jim a ride home after the meet?" She said. "I have to pick up Soo-Jung (her daughter, as if that's her real name) and I don't have time to wait for him to shower and everything. He takes forever because he's all sensitive about, well, you know." 

`Sure," I said. "I've got some time so I can give him a ride. No problem." 

"Oh thank you," she said. There was a pause. "Just don't let him embarrass you." 

"Embarrass me?" I said. "What are you talking about?" 

"Oh you know teenage boys," she said. "All hormones. Apparently a couple of them spotted you in the bleachers and think you're quite the number."

"Shah," I said, suddenly flush. "I'm old enough to be their mother." 

She laughed. "I suppose. Anyway, just pretend you don't hear stuff." 

"Sure thing. Just like when we were in middle school." 

I met her at the meet again and we watched Jim go through his events again. I have to say that this time I watched even more closely, watched how his body arched and slid through the water, looked to see if his penis really did cause drag. He did backstroke for the first time, meaning his lump was pointed upward. Oh what a sight. I saw the girl pack, this time in a different part of the bleachers, all giggling and whispering to each other. 

After his last event Sungkyung dashed out. I waited until the meet was done, and eventually Jim came out of the lockerroom. I visited the bathroom before he did and applied just a faint hint of perfume. 

"Nice meet, Jim," I said, purposely casting aside my aunt-like tone that I used around his mother. "I still haven't seen you lose." 

"Aw, I swim good when you're here," he said, smiling, in a voice I could barely hear. 

"Oh, that's sweet," I said. "Ready to go?" 

We went out into the brisk parking lot - I don't know why swim season is held in the winter - and got in the car. 

"It's really fun watching you swim, Jim," I said. 

"Nobody thinks swimming is fun to watch," he said. 

"Are you kidding? Look at all the people who watched Michael Phelps last summer. You should definitely keep the speedos." 

He laughed. "They're embarrassing." 

"Aw, they're cute!" I said. "That's the word in the stands, anyway." 

He was quiet for a minute as he mulled that one over. "Do you sit near any girls up there?" 

"Yes, they're all over," I said. 

"Do they ever talk about boys?" He said. 

"Only all the time," I said. 

"Oh," he said. I smiled.

"I heard a couple talking about you." 

He smiled. "Aw, so what." 

"Oh, look at you," I said, and reached over and patted his leg gently. "So modest. Yes, they talk about you. Of course they do." 

He bit his lip. "Is one of them a girl named Lisa?" 

"Lisa? I don't know," I said. 

"Well, she's Asian," he said. 

"Ohhh," I said. "Well, maybe. I saw a couple Asian girls." 

"Lisa and Elaine?" He said, his eyes wide. "Wow. Wow!" 

"You like them?" 

"They're okay." 

`What are they, Korean?" I said. 

"Yeah," he said. "Lisa and Elaine are their English names. They speak English pretty well." I nodded. I knew Sungkyung wasn't teaching him much Korean. 

"Want to impress them?" I said. 

"How?" 

"Say something to them in Korean," I said. "What do you want to say?" 

He thought for a moment. "How about your eyes are pretty?" 

"Noon-ip-ah," I said. He nodded and repeated it. I corrected him, and he repeated it a few times. When we got to his house I pulled into the driveway. 

"Well, it's been fun, Jim," I said. "See you again?" 

"I hope so," he said, shyly. He looked over at me. "Noon-ip-ah," he said. 

"What?" I said, startled. 

"Nothing," he said, blushing, opening the door. 

"Did you just say noon-ip-ah?" I said, smiling. 

"Bye, Miss Lee," he said. 

"You're sweet," I said. He smiled and slammed the door shut. Then he opened it again and shut it, more softly this time. I laughed and watched him bound up the steps. I drove home with a smile on my face, and I had to change my underwear. 

A woman can only take so much desire, I guess. Call me unstable, but I had caught the whiff of Jim and I couldn't get him out of my head. I was lucky, then, when, on a day I was off from work anyway, Sungkyung called me up. "Can you pick up Jim from swim practice today?" She said. "I have to get Soo-Jung." 

"Sure," I said, my stomach flipping.

I went there early and watched Jim practice, pretending to be reviewing work materials. Afterward, Jim was one of the first out of the lockerroom. He smiled when he saw me. I smiled back. "We meet again, Jim!" I said. 

"Can you give me a ride every day?" He said. "I swim better when you're around!" 

"I'd love to," I said. We laughed together. 

As we drove home I turned to him. "So did you tell Lisa and Elaine their eyes were pretty? In Korean?" I said. 

"No, not yet," he said. "As soon as I build up the guts." 

"What? You already told ME that! You have to have the guts to tell those girls!" 

"Yeah, I know," he said. "It's just..." 

I waited. Nothing more came from him.  "So what do you like about Lisa and Elaine?" I said. 

"Oh, they're different," he said. "Being Asian and all. I dreamed I had an Asian girlfriend." 

"Oh really?" I said. "Well, I think Asian girls would have a thing for you. You've got a look that Asian girls like." 

He tried to take that nonchalantly. "A look that Asian girls like?" He said. "What do you mean?" 

"It's intangible," I said. "Do you know what that means? It means it's not a thing specifically. It's something hard to define. You've just got it. That's all." I was partly lying. I was thinking about that big bulge in front of his speedos the whole time I said it. 

"Aw, you're just trying to encourage me," he said. 

"It's true," I said. "I'm an Asian girl. I know these things!" 

"Aw, Miss Lee," he said. `You're just being nice." 

"Am I?" I said that before I even realized it. He looked at me. 

"If you were, I mean, if you were my age--" 

"Hell yes," I said. "I'd date you in a minute." 

He looked out the window, trying to cover up his big grin. My heart was beating a little faster and I decided that pushing the envelope was the only way to possibly soothe my tortured and frustrated soul. "You need to start recognizing hints, Jim, if you ever want to get laid," I said.  

I could see his jaw drop out from the corner of my eye. "Oh," he mumbled, and shifted in his seat. 

"Don't be shy about it," I said. "This is important stuff. Getting laid is a natural milestone in life. There's no guarantee it'll happen, you know. It's a very complicated matter. Plenty of people NEVER get laid, if you can believe it. They'll never admit it of course. But there's more of them out there than you'd believe. And you know what their problem was? They were too shy. They thought it would come to them. Guess what? It doesn't." 

"The 40-year-old virgin," he said. 

"Yes," I said, with a laugh. "Just like the movie. There are plenty of them." 

He was quiet. "But I wanna get laid," he protested. 

"Of course you do," I said. "But you have to go after it." 

"My mom says I should wait until I'm married," he said. 

"Of course she does," I said. "Mothers all want their kids to wait as long as they can. It's just being a parent. They worry too much sometimes. But do you want to wait that long? Until you're 32 years old? Wouldn't that be frustrating? Do you want to look back on your life with regret? Regret that you had opportunity you never took hold of?" 

"No," he said. 

"I'll tell you something," I said, letting my voice drop conspiratorily. "You could get laid soon. Very soon." 

He looked at me. "How?" 

I stared straight ahead. "Maybe I shouldn't say," I said. "Maybe I'm going too far." 

"What? Tell me!" He insisted.

"Well, you have to promise not to tell your mother that I said this," I said. 

"Okay," he agreed, eagerly. 

"You can't tell her ANYTHING," I said. "Not even that we even talked about sex." 

He bit his lip, as if the word sex added some gravity, and he had stepped into the great unknown. "Okay, Miss Lee," he said, with a nod. "I won't say anything." 

"Welllll..." I said, "you've got an attribute that girls notice." 

"A what?" 

"You notice it when you're in your speedo," I said. "Catch my drift?" 

I couldn't actually see him go pink, but I knew he did from how the temperature in the car went up. Steam formed on the cold windows. "Huh?" 

"Calm down," I said. "If you want to get laid you have to be able to talk about this stuff, for pete's sake. Okay?" 

He nodded. 

"Okay," I said. "You've got a big penis. You know this. What's more important, others know it, the girls notice, and they like it. You can tell from the front of your speedos. It's large." 

"Girls LIKE it?" He said. "They giggle at it!" 

`Silly," I said. "Girls LIKE big penises. Of course they giggle at it. It makes them smile!" 

"Really?" He said. "Why would they like it?" 

I looked at him. "Do you even know what's involved in getting laid?"

He frowned. "I think so," he said. "Doesn't the boy kinda just lay on top of the girl and rub his... thing on her belly?" 

"Oh come on," I said. "Doesn't your father teach you anything? Well, you're right in only the most general sense, because you know that you're supposed to lay on top of the girl. There are other ways--well, nevermind that for now. Have you heard of a vagina?" 

He snorted and laughed into his hand. 

"Don't laugh," I said. "That's what a girl has sex with. Do you think she'd like to see you snickering at it? Do you think that would make her want to take her clothes off for you?" 

"No," he said, sobered. 

"You're right," I said. "You might have a big penis, but it could be a mile long and girls still won't touch you if you act like a zoo monkey, like most 13-year-old boys are prone to do." 

"Sorry," he said. 

"Nevermind," I cooed. "I didn't mean to scold you. So as I was saying, the girl's vagina. You don't rub her belly with your penis, at least not when you're down to business. You put it INSIDE her vagina." 

"Inside?" He said. "Where is it?" 

"Between her legs," I said. "You can't see it from the front. It's kind of tucked under. Right here." 

I really didn't expect myself to do it, but impulsively, almost without thinking, I put my hand on my vagina as we drove. I could feel dampness through the pants. He looked at me, his head cocked. 

"Right here," I said. "Take a look. Lean over." 

He leaned over and looked. I bit my lip. "Do you want to feel?" 

"Miss Lee!" 

"OH, sorry," I said. "Geez, sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said--don't tell anyone, okay? It was just a slip." 

He was quiet for a moment. As we neared his home, he looked at me. "Miss Lee," he said, pleadingly. I looked, and gasped. The front of his pants was bulging. He looked like he was in pain. 

"Oh, goodness," I said. "I can't drop you off like this. Your mother will flip her lid. Let's drive around a few minutes until that thing calms down. What happened? Why are you like that?" 

"Unnhhh... You touched yourself... I don't know," he said, shifting his pants to accommodate his erect penis. "It just happened...." 

It was dark, fortunately. I saw an empty, unlit parking lot near a cemetery. I pulled off and put the car in park. "You're dying down there," I said. "Really. Let it out. Give it some air." 

"Huh?" 

"Come on," I said. "I'm just your mother's friend. You have to accommodate that thing. Keeping it stuffed in those tightie whities when it's erect isn't good for it. Like I said, it chokes off oxygen and after a while it won't function right. So let it out. You'll hurt yourself. Go on." 

He grappled silently with the question. I knew it was best to let him resolve it internally. With that big erection of his I knew that hormones were pumping through his system like   crazy, and the odds were tipped slightly in my favor. And then he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. 

"Good boy," I said, my heart fluttering. 

He unzipped his pants, his hands shaking. "No need to be nervous," I said. 

Jim arched his hips and pulled his pants down to his thighs. His tightie whities were stretched almost to the breaking point. 

"Come on," I breathed. "The underwear too." I could feel my face was flush and my nipples were swelling against my bra. A little gasp escaped my throat as he arched his hips again and pulled down his underwear.  A thick, hairless penis popped out and immediately pointed toward the roof. It swayed in the dim light.

"There," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just let it run its course now." 

Jim leaned his head back slowly. I looked straight ahead but couldn't help myself and kept sneaking peaks. It just sat there, like a little skyscraper, reflecting the light dimly.  

"Oh, Jim," I breathed. "Some girl is gonna LOVE that." He grunted. 

"What?" I said. 

"Good," he said. 

He caught me looking at it. Then, instead of calming down, it just grew and stiffened. "Jim," I said, and without another word, I took my right hand off the gear shift, reached over, and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He moaned in surprise, and grabbed my hand, but I put my left hand to his lips. 

"Shhhh," I said, starting to stroke his smooth, hard rod. It felt like silk in my hands. "It'll feel good, believe me. Oh, Jim, it's so big and hard... I just need to see something... something really quick... just need to see if it works... I know you want me to touch you here... just relax..." 

His hand relaxed, though he kept it on mine, not to push me away but to hold my hand in place. Little moans came from his throat. "Has a girl ever touched you?" I said, switching to my left hand and resuming. He shook his head. His eyes were pressed shut. 

"Good," I said. "Then I'm the first. I'll teach you, honey. Just let it happen." 

"Let what happen?" He squeaked. 

I said nothing but kept stroking. His penis filled my hand. I switched hands, again, spat on the palm, and his shaft glistened in the dark. His grip tightened on my hand. His moan intensified and he thrust his hips up. 

"Let it go," I whispered. "Relax. Just relax." My hand made a slapping sound as it went up and down his shaft. My forearm was getting tired but I knew he was close, so I kept going, hormones compelling me. He started to cry out, and then started to shout so loud that I looked around to make sure no one could hear us. I saw rain hitting the front windshield, and I realized it wasn't rain but his sperm. I could vaguely see long spurts of cum erupting from his penis, splashing across the dashboard and windshield. 

"Oh, honey, nice, so nice," I said, slowing my strokes and cradling his throbbing penis in my palm. "Oh, so beautiful, so nice... goodness, you're big... Some girl is going to be very happy with this thing between her legs. You like that? Keep going, honey, keep going."

To my amazement, he did. His penis just kept erupting. Finally it stopped squirting, and I finished him off by pulling hard on his shaft, coaxing the last of his semen out. It dribbled out.  

His chest heaved with his breath. The inside of the car was steamed. I started to worry that a police officer would come along, and it would be all over for me. Talk about jail time. Just then Jim's cell phone rang, and we both jumped.
 
"It's my mom!" He said. 

"Well, answer it!" I said. "Don't let her to suspect anything!"

"What do I say?" he said, his voice rising. 

"Tell her I ran out of gas," I said. "Blame it on me."  

He flipped open the phone. "Hi Mom," he said. I was nervous. I had no idea how he handled lying to his mother, if she could tell, or anything like it. I suppose I should have considered it before I jerked him off, but I was so overtaken by hormones that details got shoved to the back of my mind. 

Jim at least kept his voice steady, or as steady as a 13-year-old can keep it. Still, I wondered if she could detect something. "Yeah... yeah..." he was saying. "She ran out of gas... I don't know. She had to... walk... Sure, here." To my surprise he handed me the phone. 

"Sungkyung-ah!" I said, in my chipper voice. 

"Where's my son?" She said, feigning outrage. She didn't suspect anything. "Where have you taken him?" 

"Oh, we're just having a good time," I said, laughing. "No, really, silly me, I thought I had more gas than I did. Fortunately the engine died close to a gas station. It still took some time though. We were down on Williams. We're almost there." 

"Okay," she said. "Well hurry up! His dinner is waiting!" 

"I know," I said. She said goodbye with a laugh and we hung up. 

We hung up and I put the car in reverse and pulled from the parking lot. "Quick," I said, "use these tissues and clean yourself off first. Use some water from this water bottle. Don't leave a trace, do you hear? Worry about yourself. I'll do the car later." 

Jim wiped himself off and finished just as we pulled in. The front porch light flipped on. Jim looked at me. "Go," I said. "And don't say ANYTHING to ANYBODY, or it's jail for both of us." He nodded and got out, shut the door. He ran up the steps and his mother poked her head out the door. I waved at her, and she waved back. It was funny. Her face was obscured by sperm on the windshield. 

On the way home I stopped at a gas station and cleaned out the car. I got home and walked past David without saying a word. I smelled my hand and smelled Jim's sweet smelling sperm. Then I washed them, reluctantly. That night I hardly slept at all. I kept thinking about his penis. Fortunately I didn't have to work the next day, and when I finally fell asleep, near dawn, I slept through most the morning. David had to work and I got up and walked around the house naked, and thought about Jim. I found a cucumber in the fridge and went to town. The next day David had to work all day, and evening, so as soon as he left I called in sick to work. Then I spruced up the bedroom, and washed up. 

I called Jim's cell phone. His mother had given me his number for the day I picked him up, in case we missed each other. I made up an excuse in case his mother answered it. I was going to say that he forgot his swim goggles in the car and I was going to drop them off at school. But the phone rang once and Jim picked it up. 

"Jim," I said. There was a moment of silence on the other end, and I felt a flash of real fear, that his mother had found out, and I just didn't know it yet. 

"Miss Lee," he said, and the way he said it, I smiled. I could hear the smile in his voice. 

"Keep your voice down," I said. "Have you ever seen the movie Ferris Bueller's Day Off?" 

"Who hasn't?" 

"Well, I'm going to take a day off with you. You want to?" 

"Well, yeah," he said, and giggled a little. 

"Okay," I said. "You take the bus in the morning?" 

"Yeah." 

"Good. Let's arrange a pickup point. You go there instead of the bus stop and I'll pick you up. Okay?" 

"Yeah!" He said, without a moment's hesitation. 

"Jim," I said. "It's important NOBODY finds out about this. Do you understand? We could both get in HUGE trouble. Already we could. And we're not even done yet." 

"Okay," he said. We arranged a pickup spot and hung up. A half hour later, I pulled up to a street corner well away from Jim's house. At first I thought he had chickened out, and then from behind a fence he emerged, backpack slung across his shoulder, looking nervous. He bounded to the car and hopped in. 

"Good to see you," I said, and pulled away. "Better keep your head down." As we drove out of the neighborhood I saw his big yellow school bus trundling about. We got out on a busy four lane, then the freeway, each minute getting more and more anonymous. We talked about stuff, school, mainly. Girls. He put his hand tentatively on my thigh. 

"Go ahead," I said. He smiled at me. 

As we got into my neighborhood we had to be careful again. He kept his head down. I pulled into our driveway and opened the garage door, pulled straight in, and shut it behind me. We got out and went inside, and I locked the doors behind me. David wouldn't be home for hours. We had the whole day. 

"Miss Lee," Jim said. "What'll we do when the school calls home looking for me?" 

"I took care of it already," I said. "I called the school and pretended I was your mother. I said you were sick today."

"And you fooled them?" He said. 

"Of course," I said. "To them one Asian woman sounds just like the other." 

"What about swimming practice?" 

"I asked them to inform your coach." 

"But my mom is picking me up." 

"We'll get you to the school... later. You can call her and say you skipped practice because you had some school work to ask about, and ask her to pick you up at school. Not only won't she suspect anything, but she'll be happy you chose studying over swimming when you had to." 

Jim stood there in the kitchen, mulling it over. "So I guess we're okay, then?" 

"We're in the clear," I said, smiling. 

"Well," he said. 

"Well," I said. 

`What do you wanna do?" 

I chuckled. "You're lucky you're cute and your questions don't matter so much." 

"Huh?" 

"What do you think I want to do?" I said. 

He smiled and blushed deep red. "I--um--well--" 

"Come upstairs," I said. I took his hand and led him upstairs. He followed obediently. We went into the master bedroom. I motioned to the closet. "Go in there and get into your swimsuit," I said. 

"My swimsuit?" 

"Yes," I said. "Don't worry. It's just to get my hormones perculating. You won't be wearing them for long." 
 
His eyes went wide and he ducked into the closet. I went to the bathroom, shed my clothes except for my bra and panties, flounced my hair, and went to the bed. In a moment Jim emerged from the closet in nothing but his speedo. He saw me laying there, bare shoulders, and I saw a shift in his crotch. I laughed. 

"Beautiful, just beautiful," I said, getting out of bed. I walked over to him, letting his eyes feast on my curves. His eyes were about as big as goggles. I came over to him and ran my hands along his muscles, standing close to him so my smell could enter his nose. 

"Oh Jim," I murmured. "You have such a nice little body." 

He was about the same height as me and we looked into each other's eyes. Then I pulled him close and kissed him. He was an awkward kisser, of course, but his breath was nice - he'd eaten about 50 mints on the way over - and in a few moments he was able to return the kiss. 

"Quick learner," I said, with a smile. I pulled my body close to his, so our skin was touching. I purred like a cat and rubbed up against him. I couldn't help myself. Feeling his smooth boy's skin against me turned me on like a switch. I felt his penis twinge against my midsection. I put my thumbs in the strap of my panties, and then pushed them to the floor. Jim's eyes were huge. I unsnapped my bra. And then I was naked. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close, shifting my weight so we pressed together. 

"Jim," I said. "Try to think clearly about this. Do you want to come to bed with me?" 

He swallowed hard. "I think so," he said. 

"Are you sure? This is very, very naughty stuff," I said. I kissed his neck and jaw. "Are you ready to be a man?" 

"Yes," he squeaked. 

"Are you sure? There's no turning back." 

"Yes, Miss Lee," he said. 

"Alright," I said. I turned and walked to the bed, and climbed in. He stood there looking. His speedos were all distorted from his swelling penis. 

"Changed your mind?" I said. 

"No," he said, and walked to the bedside. 

"Come on," I said. "Get in." 

He shifted his feet, then finally pulled the blanket back and got in, pulling the blanket back over him. I chuckled and slid under the blankets to him, embracing him. My mouth found his. This time he eagerly returned my kisses. I found his neck. I hooked my legs around his knees. His chest was heaving with excitement. I put my hand on his chest and could feel his strong young heart pounding. 

"Calm down," I said. "Shhh..." 

I reached down and pressed my palm against the front of his speedos. I could feel his penis swollen on the other side of the cloth. "Mmmm," I said, and put my hand on his ass, and pulled him close, so our crotches were pressed together. I began to grind my hips against his penis. 

"Kiss my breasts," I told him, as we both began breathing heavier. I cradled his shaggy head in my arms as he found my breasts with his mouth. At first he was awkward of course, but then he started employing his tongue, and I cried out in passion as pleasant waves of sensation lit my spine on fire. I was so wet by now that my vagina was lubricating my inner thighs. As we were side by side I rested one leg on his thighs and pressed my crotch close to his, so I could feel his penis rubbing directly on my vagina through his speedos. 

"Oh Jim," I moaned. "I like it..." 

"Miss Lee..." he said. "I want to do something... I don't know what..." 

"Like you wanna get really close to me?" I said. 

"Yeah..." 

"Really, really close?" 

"Yeah..." 

I found the string and untied his speedo. "We have to take this off," I said. I pulled at his waist strap and he arched his hips, and together we peeled the swimsuit off his hips, down his thighs, and he pulled up his feet and kicked them off. 

"Let's get close, so close," I murmured, thrusting my crotch at him as our bodies came together. For the first time I felt the hot skin of his penis brush the opening of my vagina and I cried out, loud. 

"What was that?" He said. 

"That's my vagina, honey," I breathed. "Oh honey, that was it... that was it..." 

"That's it? The wet spot?" He said. 

"Yes, baby, yes," I said. "Get close to me... just relax, get close, come on honey..." 

I grabbed his penis and pulled it to me, and together we ground it against my crotch. In a moment his penis was wet with the secretions from my vagina, though we hadn't penetrated yet. "Ohhh, ohh, ohhh," he was saying. 

I fell onto my back. "Lay on top of me," I said. "Put your penis right where it was before." 

He rolled over on top of me, and I guided him to the slot of space between my knees. His penis was as ready as it ever would be, stiff as a board. "Oh Jesus," I said, flicking it with my hand. It bobbed to attention. "Oh, baby, this is gonna be so nice..." 

It didn't take long. I guided him with my hand, positioned the head of his penis below my pubic bone, and then instructed him. "Push, honey, just gentle, just push..." 

I was so wet that my vagina gave way easily to his shaft. We both cried out as his big bare penis slipped out of its foreskin and into me. "Oh Miss Lee!" Jim moaned, half in pleasure, half in fright. "Oh Miss Lee!" 

I kept my hand there to keep him guided inside me. His thin body was quaking. "Relax, relax," I told him. "This is what's supposed to happen... Just start moving it inside me." 

Tentatively he thrust his penis deeper into my vagina. I cried out in passion and he stopped. 

"Don't stop," I hissed, and he pushed deeper. "Oh God, don't stop," I repeated. 

I felt his testicles press up against my ass, signaling his shaft was fully inserted. I was about to give him directions but then he began swirling his penis around inside my vagina. I moaned happily and wrapped my arms under his armpits and pulled him close, so our chests rubbed together. Our mouths came together and we kissed as we made love, and I wrapped my calves around his hamstrings. I could feel his young firm muscles flexing all along his back, buttocks and legs, and he began driving his smooth penis deep into me again and again. Apparently it was instinctive for him or else he had been doing some reading. But that was beyond the point at the time. As we moaned in absolute ecstasy together, he started doing this thing. 

Later I'd find out that he got it from swimming. If you've heard of the dolphin kick you'll know what I'm talking about. It's where you kick both your legs together. They practice it a lot, even holding a flotation board - or kick board - out in front of them while they move themselves along with just their kicks. But it's not just their feet that do the work. Their whole bodies start undulating with the motion, so it's kind of like a flag flapping in the wind. Their little butts rise and fall with the motion. It's really pretty sexual. Anyway, I didn't know what it was when Jim started doing it on top of me in bed, but I knew it was absolute heaven. 

His whole body began doing a wave-like motion on top of me, and of course his rod slid up and down inside my vagina like a piston. I hit my peak in an instant, and wave after wave of orgasm rushed through my body. I vaguely recall crying out his name, and other stuff in Korean, the language I always use when I lose myself in bed. It's embarrassing. But Jesus, you had to feel this to know what I'm talking about. I spread my legs as far as they could go - spread them so far I was trying to split myself for him - and angled my hips to accommodate him, and enjoyed the ride. The bed was shaking and bouncing like a carnival ride. 

"Jim! Jim! Oh, Jim!" I cried, among other incoherent things. "Oh, God, Jim, I--I--I--" 

"Oh Miss Lee!" He moaned. "I feel this itch! I feel something! Oh Miss Lee!" 

I saw that he was going to come. I grabbed his hips and pulled him close, grinding my crotch into his penis, feeling myself stretch. I didn't give a damn about anything but making love to him. I suppose I should have considered my natural ovulation cycle, but once we had gotten started, the idea of him coming inside me without a condom was just about the only thing in the world I wanted. 

"Come, baby, come like you did in the car! Oh, baby come, COME!" I cried. "Do it to your Asian girlfriend! DO it!"  

And he did, of course. He wedged his penis so deep inside me that his testicles were rammed up against my anus. I could feel his testicles tighten, and suddenly there was this new wave of heat inside me, and spreading on my ass, and I could hear a slurping sound, and I knew he was coming inside my vagina. 

"OH GOD!" He yelled. "OH MISS LEE OH GOD!" 

The nerve of this boy screwing another man's wife, and then coming inside her vagina! In orgiastic heat I pushed him away because I wanted to see his penis, and his big, bare, purple shaft popped out of me, spewing semen like a water sprinkler. It was huge, bigger than in the car. 

"Holy SHIT," I said, "get that thing back in there!" 

I pulled him to me and he thrust it in again, burying it deep. I came in an instant, yelling my damn head off, and I felt him coming some more. We cried out and then muffled each other with kisses. It went that way for a long time. After the initial orgasm it took his penis something like 15 minutes to subside. 

Usually after sex I clean up, but now I just lay there with him, feeling his semen seep slowly out of me and over my skin, onto the sheets. We lay there in the morning light and fell asleep. I woke up around 11, and felt his hard penis pressing against my thigh. "Jim..." I said, smiling. I saw he was still half asleep, and he just had a case of morning wood. I began to stroke him nonetheless, and he woke up with a smile. In a moment he mounted me again, and thrust his raging cock deep inside me. 

"Come into my oval office," I moaned, seized by orgasm, feeling my vagina stretching deep. Again he came in long, strong bursts, right inside my unprotected vagina. 

Afterward, he dozed off again and I meandered downstairs, naked, and put together some food. I brought it up and we ate in bed. It wasn't much. Just enough to keep us going. We watched a little TV, and then I noticed a tent in the blanket where his crotch was. I saw him eyeing my legs. This time I showed him a new position, doggy style. He was good at it. Too strong for me. He drove me down into the mattress and slipped it in deep as ever, and he came once again as he laid kissed the back of my neck madly. Again we dozed. At about 2:30 I woke him up by straddling him. He was hard in an instant, and I slipped it back inside me. My vagina was sore but I didn't care. The little marathon boy just kept coming. 

We showered quickly after the last time, and afterward, I dropped him off at school. We didn't risk anything; I dropped him off a couple blocks away and we parted neutrally. But my vagina paid for it. The next day I felt as if I had just been thrown from a cliff. I had something like phantom limb, except I felt like his penis was still inside me. That went for days.

That was a few weeks ago. I am extremely nervous now because I missed my period. It's definitely Jim's baby, because I won't touch David with a 10-foot pole. I called the abortion clinic and David found out. Now he's threatening to trash me in court unless I let him watch next time. I told him he could. Making love to Jim is worth it. 







  
















