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Michelle – Jeff Plot 2 – Ch. 8

The Plot – Jeff – Part 2 – Chapter 8
My plot was, assuming Jeff came over, to be in the pool, wearing the same whispy white bra and panties that I had yesterday. I was sprawled out across an over sized inner tube, spread out, arms back over my head, legs dangling over the other side of the tube. I had propped one foot up on the deck, both to anchor my position, and to insure that my legs were spread as far apart as possible. I anchored the tube, and thus myself, so that my wide open legs were aimed right at the door he would be coming through. I had ducked in the pool to thoroughly wet my bra and panties, and double checked to make sure they were, again, completely see through. (Like clear plastic wrap.) I wanted to make sure as he came through the door, the first thing he would see was my wide open pussy. I must have dozed off.
The next thing I remember was the sound of the screen door opening. I opened my eyes and saw Jeff coming through the doorway. He froze the instant he saw me, splayed out, “spread eagle” on the oversized inner tube.
I watched him, my eyes hidden and secure behind the dark sunglasses, as he turned and very quietly closed the door.
Jeff is my nextdoor neighbor, the one for whom this “plot” had been laid. We had known each other forever, since we were quite small, and although he was a couple of years older than me, (he was entering his high school junior year, while I was just preparing to enter as a freshman), we had always been pretty close friends.
He’s a pretty decent looking guy, maybe six feet tall. He’s on the slim side, with a body that, although fit and muscualr, could best be described as “wiry”.
Yesterday had been an “almost” day, abruptly stopped by the return home of his parents. Jeff was again shirtless, wearing only a pair of gym shorts and his sneakers and socks. I wondered idly if he was wearing the same white briefs he had on yesterday, the kind that became almost transparent when wet. I feigned sleep as he tiptoed over toward me, stopping almost right above me. His eyes were glued to my lewdly displayed pussy, and I reveled in the fact that I could watch his every move with him having no idea that my eyes were even open, much less where they were looking.I lay motionless as his right hand reached down to his shorts. As he continued staring at my wanton display, he began fondling himself, rubbing, squeezing, stroking through his shorts. Watching him play with himself was really turning me on and my mind was racing, trying to figure out my next move.
Jeff made it for me.
Hooking his fingers in the eleastic waistband of his shorts, he gave them a quick tug down and let them fall to his feet.
My heart stopped beating.
Instead of the white briefs he had been wearing yesterday, today he was wearing…he was wearing…he was wearing…well…I guess, “pouch” for lack of a better word. The tiny white bag barely covered his penis and balls, with a thin string extending around both sides of his waist. I could actually kind of see through it, not just his shape and outline, but the actual flesh color where his penis pressed against the flimsy material.
I was instantly wet, this time from the inside.
His hand returned to his groin, and he again began fondling, squeezing, stroking himself. Under the thin material, I could see him growing bigger and harder.
GOD, I wanted to touch myself!
But I continued to fake dozing, wondering where this would go. I lay motionless for a few more minutes as he continued caressing himself, his penis growing larger every second. My heart was now racing, my pussy was dripping, and it became harder and harder to lay there motionless.
Jeff bent down and pulled his shorts off his feet, picking them up and turning.
This time I did gasp!
His “pouch” had no back to it, just a thin string running up between his cheeks!
He moved to the patio table, setting down his gym shorts, and then lifted one foot up onto one of the chairs. He bent over and began untying the laces of his sneaker. In this position, with his legs slightly parted, and the one foot up, the cheeks of his butt parted. I swear I could actually see his little hole, or at least most of it! The thin string running up to waist barely covered a fraction of the opening. His cheeks, tight and muscular, looked particularly “inviting”.
My mind flashed back to the movie last night, and all of the things people were doing with other people’s butt holes. I rmembered my session with the candle sliding in and out of my own little hole. I remembered the erotic sensations from my “accidental” enema.
Jeff finished removing his sneakers and socks, and turned, returning to the edge of the pool, and once again standing right above me while I faked sleeping. His hand moved back to his groin, and the fondling and squeezing started again. His penis was now so big and hard it appeared ready to burst right through the thin material of his “pouch”.
I was so wet! I was so turned on! I was so…something! I wasn’t even sure what! I just knew I wanted to do something…anything to make something more happen!
Didn’t have to…Jeff did it for me.
He dropped his hand from his groin and turned, moving toward the shallow end of the pool.
Without budging my head, I let my eyes follow until he was out of sight.
I waited breathlessly, wondering what was coming next.
With the radio playing right next to me, I didn’t hear him enter the pool, was unaware of him approaching me, until he reappeared in the corner of my eye. Keeping my head motionless, my eyes followed him as he moved past me and stood just on the far edge of the inner tube. His eyes were fixed on my lewdly open pussy, and I watched as his one hand disappeared down into the water. The tube was interfering with the view of what I really wanted to see, but I could see his upper arm moving. I knew inside that his hand was once again fondling his penis.
It was getting harder and harder to remain motionless, faking sleep, while I kept watching his arm movements. This “act” continued for a few more moments as my mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do next, without giving myself away.
I saw him briefly lower his other hand into the water, and could tell from his movements that he was sliding his “pouch” down off his hips. Sure enough, a moment later his arm took on that identifiable motion, telling me he was now actually stroking his hard penis.
I watched in absolute silence as his mouth opened slightly, his chest started heaving, his arm movements became faster and faster, all the time his eyes glued to the display between my wide spread legs.
An idea hit me. Without moving a muscle other than my lips, I purred in a sulky voice, “Starting without me, are you?”
He froze momentarily, his eyes moving from my panties to my face, where my open eyes were still hidden behind the dark glasses. I raised my left hand and removed my sunglasses, placing them on the deck next to the pool, while extending my right hand slowly and deliberately across my midriff and into my panties. I extended my middle finger and bagan caressing up and down my slit. His eyes followed my hand downward, becoming fixed on what I was doing between my legs, and in seconds his arm motion started up again.
I watched him watching me for a moment or two. His eyes appeared to be bulging, and the speed of his arm movements increased.
I ran my other hand down inside my panties, and, using two fingers, lewdly spread my lips. His breathing was becoming faster, his arm flying. I looked right at him as I slowly inserted one, then two fingers all the way up inside of me. “Slow down,” I cooed sexily, “You got a head start. Let me at least get caught up.”
I started pumping my two fingers in and out. He was panting now, but his arm movements did slow down considerably.
The warm rushes started to roll through me as my fingers contined tormenting my suddenly soaking wet channel, and with a sudden thought, I moved my right foot and pressed it gently against his hard penis, and the hand covering it. He immediately removed his hand and I beagn a slow, teasing up and down movement with my foot.
“Or perhaps,” I murmured, “you’d rather that I helped you take care of this thing.” I pressed my foot firmly against his throbbing penis for added emphasis.
“Oh God yes!” he blurted, almost pleading.
I removed my foot and rolled off the tube, moving and standing right in front of him. I took both his hands in mine, and placed them on my breasts. I ran one hand down the front of him, gently cupping his balls, but not yet touching his hard on.
“Since my hand is going to be kind of busy,” I whispered naughtily, “I thought you might like something to do with yours.”
He began squeezing. “Not so hard,” I said. “You have to be gentle.” He immediately loosened his grip and began squeezing in a gentle rythm. “That’s better,” I purred. I began very gently squeezing his balls in the same rythm he was squeezing my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks, standing stright up.
“Take my bra off,” I breathed, still gently squeezing his balls. Since it has a clasp in the front, it took him only seconds. He slid it off my shoulders and set it on the deck by the edge of the pool, his hands immediately returning to my breasts. This time, he started pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Not so rough,” I had to say again, “You HAVE to be gentle!”
He lightened up at once and began pinching and gently twisting my nipples in a way that was very quickly becoming very pleasant, and very erotic.
I removed my hand from his balls and curled a light fist around his rock hard penis. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing in my grip.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered throatily. He just groaned.
I gave his penis a gentle squeeze.
He jerked and squirted!
Just like that, it was over.
I was momentarily stunned, unsure what to do next. So fast? Within seconds I had convinced myself that it was me, I had some magical power over guys. That feeling gave me quite a rush, and my self confidence grew by leaps and bounds.
I kept my hand loosely wrapped around his penis, which was starting to soften. I started squeezing in a slow gentle rythm, while trying to figure out what to do next. I wasn’t ready for this little encounter to be over with.
I continued my rythmic squeezing while I looked down into the water. I could see where he had squirted. It looked like three small pieces of white string, floating, drifting aimlessly in the water. With a sudden thought, I cupped my left hand and scooped in the water, catching a couple of them. Bringing my hand up between our faces I pouted, “I was kinda hoping you were saving this for me.”
He froze, not saying anything, but I thought I felt a slight twitch in his penis. I continued my gentle squeezing, thinking what to do next. I rmembered the way his eyes had been devouring me, and had an idea.
Still holding his penis, I led him a few feet further toward the deep end, stopping when the water level reached his chest. At this depth, it put the level od the deck right at his chin. I turned him toward the edge of the pool, and, releasing his penis, took both his hands and placed them up on the deck, leaving them separated by a good two and a half feet.
“Wait right here,” I whispered throatily, “I’ll be right back.”
I scurried to the steps in the corner of the shallow end, and hurried up out of the pool. I walked back towards him, stopping right in front. I slowly and deliberately hooked my fingers in my panties and pushed them down off my hips, letting them fall to my feet. I stepped out of them and crouched down to pick them up, making sure to keep my knees well apart, my legs spread. I retrieved them and straightened. With my feet apart, I held the wet panties out over past his head., wringing them out and letting the excess water drip back into the pool. In this position, he was looking stright up into my pussy.
I turned and retreated a couple of steps, keeping my back to him. With my feet well apart, I bent over as far as I could, making a show of smoothing my panties and laying them out on the deck. I stalled in this position for a moment or two, making a show of fidgeting with them and making sure they were lying out flat in the sun. I knew from his position at the edge of the pool that this “pose” would offer him a perfect view of my lips, my slit, and even my little back hole. I fiddled with my panties for another moment or two, and then strightened up, turning and approaching him.
I reached the very edge of the pool and stopped, then squatted, and sat, right in front of him. I brought my knees up high and placed my feet on the edge of the deck, spreading them apart as far as I could so they were almost touching his outstretched hands.
This position was perfect. His face was at the exact level of my wide open pussy, his eyes but a mere foot from my lips. Without saying a word, I brought my right hand down between my legs, extending my middle finger. I began slowly teasing up and down the length of my slit. I still said nothing but continued gently stroking my lips.
His eyes were glued to my naughty display, and I thought they were going to pop out of his head when I pushed a finger up a little bit inside of me. I continued this lewd display for another minute or two, and then feigned a gasp as I pushed my finger all the way up inside of me. I held it there for a minute, wiggling the tip back and forth, caressing the inner walls of my channel.
His mouth was slightly open now, and I could sense his breathing becoming heavier.
Feeling daring, I pulled my finger out of my hole and joined it together with my index finger. Watching his eyes watching me, I slowly and deliberately inserted both fingers back between my lips, then made a show of slowly pushing them both all the way up inside me, groaning as I did.
I alternated between sliding my fingers in and out of me, and holding them all the way in, just wiggling the tips around and around. My pussy was quickly getting wetter and wetter as his eyes became glazed, staring hungrily at my wanton display. I continued this “show” for a minute or two, and then, convinced my fingers were now thoroughly soaked with my juices, withdrew them from my sopping hole.
I held them up under his nose and asked in my most innocent little girl voice, “Do you think I smell sexy?”
He didn’t move, didn’t say a word, but began rapidly and deeply breathing in my scent. Feeling bold, I pushed the tips of my fingers against his lips until they parted a bit. I slid them into his mouth and asked demurely, “Do I taste OK too?”
I could feel his tongue moving all over and around on my fingers. From this angle, I couldn’t see his penis down under the water, but fervently hoped it was getting hard again.
With a sudden inspiration, I withdrew my fingers from his mouth, him making a sucking sound as I pulled them away. I reinserted them into my now drenched pussy, pushing all the way in and again wiggling the tips around my inner channel.
He hadn’t moved one inch since I had “positioned” him for my “show”. Both his hands were still placed on the very edge of the deck.
I reached my left hand out and grasped his right wrist. I put his hand down in the water and then pushed downward on his arm. Wickedly, I purred, “I think you can find something more fun to do with that hand,” hoping he would get the hint.
Sure enough. Even though I still couldn’t see his penis down in the water, in a matter of seconds I could see his upper arm start moving back and forth.
I withdrew my fingers from my hole, dripping wet, and offered them again to his nose and now eagerly awaiting mouth.
When he was finished, I withdrew my fingers and reached down, grasping his left hand. I curled it into a loose fist, then extended his index and middle fingers.
“Now,” I whispered hoarsely, “Let’s find something fun to do with this hand…”
I looked him in the eyes as I brought my left hand down between my legs, using my fingertips to spread my lips wide. His gaze immediately went between my legs, and I slowly guided his hand until his outstretched fingers were just grazing the entrance to my wet hole.
I gave his hand a slight tug and felt his fingers start to enter me. “Now,” I hissed, “in and out.”
He immediately jammed his fingers all the way up inside of me. I quickly grabbed his wrist and admonished again, “Jeff, if you’re going to touch me you have GOT to be gentle!”
He looked somewhat sheepish as I released his wrist, but he started a very nice, slow, steady in and out rythm. I continued to hold my lips open as his eyes were glued to the sight of his fingers moving in and out my now very wet, now very hot, channel.
The rythm of his fingers moving in and out of me remained steady, but I could see the movements of his arm down in the water start to quicken. I didn’t want this to end like this, not again, and besides, I still couldn’t see what I really wanted to see.
With sudden inspiration, I grasped his wrist and pulled his fingers from my wet hole. Looking him in the eyes, I brought his hand up to my face, then passed his fingers under my nose, inhaling deeply.
I parted my lips slightly and stuck my tongue out. Slowly and seductively, I made a show of licking my juices from his fingers. When finished, I pushed his fingers into my mouth and began sucking gently.
“Mmmmm…” I purred, “I hope you like the way my honey tastes as much as I do.”
He just stood there, dumbfounded. But the movements of his arm quickened even more. I needed to something now, before it was too late…again…
I reached my arm down into the water and grasped his wrist. “Easy,” I cooed, “You’re supposed to be saving that for me, remember?”
He grinned sheepishly, but his arm movements slowed, and I decided it was time to move this further along. I slid off the edge and into the water, replacing his hand with my own. I led him, holding his penis, to the steps in the shallow end. Although I still couldn’t really see it, I could tell from the feel that it was again big and hard.
I led him up the steps and out of the water, starting over toward one of the patio tables under the overhang. He kept glancing around nervously.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered, “there’s no one around to see us.”
I led him to the table, and turned him to face me. I let go of his penis, and grasped both of his hands, placing them on the table behind him. I brought my hands to his chest and began lightly caressing his nipples. (My brother Ricky just loves it when I do that to him, so I figured, why not?
His nipples, although remaining small, immediately hardened. I moved one hand back below his waist and gripped his penis in a loose fist. I began a slow, deliberate stroking motion. Standing up on my toes, I whispered in his ear, “Do you like that? Does it feel good?”
His only response was a low groan.
I continued stroking him, breathing heavily in his ear. On sudden impulse, I stuck out my tongue and began lightly running it around the inside of his ear. I kept the rythm of stroking his rock hard penis, while panting in his ear, my tongue dancing lightly. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered huskily. His only response was the quick twitch of his penis.
I removed my hand from his nipple, and reaching over, grabbed one of the patio chairs, pulling it around so it was directly in front of him. Without missing a stroke, I sat down and settled myself.
This was perfect!
Sitting directly in front of him, his hard penis was right in front of my face. Inches away from my eyes…I could see everything. Inches away from my nose…I thought I could detect his manly scent. Inches away from my mouth……….
Half of me really wanted to just part my lips and take him inside my mouth. I debated and debated while I continued stroking him. I could see a small drop of fluid at the end of his tiny pee hole. I wondered what it tasted like. I thought back to the movie I had watched, with the guy’s penises in the girl’s mouths. I thought of the scene where you could actually see a guy’s penis squirting into a girl’s waiting, open mouth, and her swallowing greedily, or the scene where the guy had squirted all over the girl’s face, her then wiping it up with her fingertips and then sticking them in her mouth, sucking them clean.
I was tempted…so tempted. I continued stroking him while this debate raged inside my head. I finally decided not this time. I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I wanted to experience each one of these new erotic experiences one at a time.
I stared directly at his throbbing penis as his hips began gently rocking. I reached my other hand down and gently cupped his balls. I extended my middle finger and started teasing around his little back hole, finally making direct contact.
He gasped.
I looked up at his face as I continued my stroking rythm. His head was tilted back. His mouth was open…his eyes closed. I returned my gaze to his throbbing penis.
I pressed my fingertip against his anus more firmly, then tried pushing a bit. It didn’t budge. I pushed a little harder. Nothing.
I remembered my own private pleasure party with the movie, and the candle in my own little back hole, and had a sudden flash.
I removed my fingertip from his anus and my palm from his balls and dropped my hand between my legs. I pushed my middle finger all the way up inside of me and wiggled it around, thoroughly wetting it with my juices.
I removed my finger from my dripping pussy, and returning my hand to cup his balls, pressed the tip of of my wet middle finger against his tight opening. When I pushed this time, my finger, wet from my own juices, actually parted his tiny hole and went in a little bit.
He gasped again.
I left my finger with just the tip a little bit inside of him, and began wiggling it, then twisting it back and forth. His breathing became raspy, his chest heaving. His penis was throbbing, demanding, as his hips began rocking steadily.
I squeezed a bit harder on his penis, and increased the tempo of my stroking. He was hard as a rock. My stare returned to his penis, and the head looked like it was ready to explode. Big and bright red, it looked…it looked…it looked…well…delicious.
I told myself no again, and increased the rythm of my strokes, continuing to wiggle just the tip of my finger in his tight hole.
He was openly panting now, chest heaving, hips rocking.
His balls, so soft and fragile cupped loosely in the palm of my hand, were in stark contrast to the rigid throbbing penis inches in front of my eyes.
I increased both the pressure of my fist and the tempo of my stroking. Looking directly at his penis, it almost seemed to be talking to me…asking me…pleading with me…begging me. There was now a thin string of fluid dangling out of his tiny pee hole. One more time, I sped up the pace of my stroking.
My left hand, cupping his balls, actually knew when he was coming first. His balls tightened and contracted. His body started to jerk, his penis twitching and throbbing.
I knew it was time.
I stroked faster, and shoved my finger all the way up inside his tiny back hole, wiggling it furiously.
He grunted, mouth wide open.
His body jerked, then went rigidly still. I stared intently at his tiny pee hole as he squirted once…twice…a third time.
My chest was covered with his juices.
I continued stroking gently, slowly, as his penis rapidly softened. His breathing returned to normal, he lifted his head, and opened his eyes. I released his penis and brought both my hands to my chest, running my fingertips through the thick cream collecting between my breasts.
I was really, really turned on now, and hadn’t come yet, and was thinking about what to do next.
I thought about raising my fingertips to my mouth, and again had to tell myself no.
I massaged his cream into the sides of my breasts, still gazing into his eyes. His eyes were alternating between my fingers and my eyes. Neither of us spoke a word. I’m not sure either of us had any idea what to say.
I returned my fingertips to the middle of my chest, gathering more of his liquid. This time I started to massage it directly onto my nipples, which immediately became hard.
His eyes were glued to my fingertips.
We sat like this for a good minute or two, neither moving, neither speaking.
Our revelry was broken (again) by the sound of his parent’s car pulling into their driveway. He quickly straightened, retrieving and putting on his “pouch” and his shorts. He scrambled into his socks, and his sneakers, and then stood facing me.
This was really wierd.
Neither of us spoke…just looking at each other…not knowing what to say.
He finally stammered…”I think I gotta go…”
“Yeah you do,” I mumbled back…frustrated…again…
As he turned to leave, I grabbed his arm, spinning him back to face me.
“So tell me,” I purred, “Maybe another encore…?”

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Russian House

One of our friends is Russian and wanted to celebrate her birthday in the city at a Russian restaurant. If you’ve never been to a Russian party, you’re missing it, they know how to party. There is food, vodka and dancing all night long. The restaurant she picked had a motel across the parking lot from it and there was a group of eight couples, one couple lived in the city, that went down for the party and all of us out of towners got a room at the motel, which wasn’t fancy but clean. We arrived around 6:30 which allowed us time to check in and gave me sometime to get dressed and put on my face. I brought down a simple black dress with a halter top that scooped low in the back, it exposed most of my back down to my waste. Obviously, I couldn’t wear a bra with this but my husband didn’t seem to mind. The dress was short, probably six inches above the knees, I didn’t bother with nylons. I went for the vamp look in the make-up, darkening my eyebrows, dark eye-liner and shadow and deep red lipstick. My husband hates to be late, so at 8:00 on the dot, we started across the parking lot to the restaurant. It was chilly out and I had forgotten a coat, all I had was a shawl. My husband put his jacket around me and kept his arm around me as we walked. This was going to be a fun evening!
When we got there, a few of the couples were already there. The appetizers were on the tables as was the vodka and each couple had brought a bottle of fine wine. We started with the wine. The guest of honor was an hour late as was her m.o. She loved to make an entrance and this night was no exception. She had model looks, was tall with a killer body. She wore a black neck with a plunging neckline that had to go close to her navel. She and I had the same idea about the look that night, it was definitely a vamp night. By the time she arrived, I was already tipsy from the wine. The food kept flowing, the wine got drunk and we began to drink the vodka, Russian style, downing shots at a time after each toast.
The music started around 9:30 and all of us women loved to dance but only my husband and a few of the men joined in. We changed partners on the dance floor quite a bit and some of the men from other groups would ask us to dance as well. When there weren’t any men to dance, we ladies would dance by ourselves. This got a little risque as we would spread our legs and lift our dresses up a little higher while we straddled each others legs. One of the ladies slipped her arm around me and her hand creeped inside the back of my dress down to my butt. I looked into her eyes and put my arms around her neck and gave her a big kiss. There was hooting and hollering from the audience as I did. We broke our embrace, faced the crowd and gave a big bow.
When the band broke most of us ladies went out for a smoke. The others had brought coats but I only had my shawl. When we got there, there was a guy from the party already smoking. He saw me shivering and offered me his coat which I gladly accepted. Since I was wearing his coat, he and I started talking and before I knew it, the girls had gone back inside and we were the only ones left outside. As I was smoking one last cigarette, he stood behind me and started rubbing my arms and shoulders to keep me warm. As he did, his fingers would brush the sides of my breasts. This wasn’t making me warm, it was sending goose bumps up and down me. I leaned back against him and offered him a puff on my cigarette which he took. When it was done, I turned around, thanked him for the use of his jacket and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He gently grabbed my chin and returned the kiss, only on my lips. His hands found there way inside his jacket, to my sides and around to my back. One hand found the zipper back there and undid it, giving both of his hands room to cup the cheeks of my ass. I could feel his cock growing inside his pants and I loved the moment, but there was a party waiting and I broke our embrace, gave him back his jacket and went back inside.
Inside, I went straight to the restroom to fix my make up. The guest of honor was there and noticed that I was unzipped. She smiled and asked what I had been doing. When I told her, she stood close to me, and slowly moved her hand down my back to my butt. “You mean he did this?” as she played with my butt and let one finger probe my crack, almost to my pussy. I leaned on the sink and said yes, savoring her touch. She laughed, pulled her hand out and zipped me up, slapped me on the butt and went back to the party. I went back to the party found my husband and we started dancing together. He held me tight and explored my bare back with his hand but didn’t go lower like the last two people. It didn’t matter, I was getting very turned on. We took a break from dancing and were sitting and eating and drinking with our friends, when my outside friend came up to me and asked if I would like to dance. I looked at my husband and he nodded his approval so I went back out onto the floor. It was a slow dance and my stranger held me close with his head close to my mind. The dance floor was fairly crowded so we couldn’t be easily seen from our tables and he began whispering in my ear.
“You are the most beautiful, sexy woman here and my short touch of your beautiful rear was like paradise.” I knew it was a bullshit line but I liked it anyway. He pulled me as close as he could and his hand again reached my butt. He kneaded it and stuck his leg between mine. My pussy began rubbing against his upper thigh and I was getting soaked. “Let’s go out for another smoke” he suggested. I knew I should say no but told him “give me a minute and I’ll be out there.” I went back to the table, had another shot of vodka and told my husband I was going to have a smoke. He said OK, asked one of the other ladies to dance and he went his way and I went mine. I stopped at the restroom first and removed my panties and put them in my purse. When I got outside, I didn’t see my freind at first, he was standing in some shadows away from the door. He waved me over and when I got there, took me by the hand and led me to a nook that was completely dark and not visible from the area where the smokers stood. He put his jacket around me like before but this time gently pushed me against the wall and began kissing me gently on my lips. As I responded, his kisses became more forceful and his tongue parted my lips and probed my mouth. His hands began to explore my body, carressing and squeezing my breasts. As I moaned they moved down my sides to my hips. One hand then headed back to my ass as the other went for my pussy. My dress started inching higher and higher until both hands were touching bare flesh.
“You aren’t wearing panties” he said, “Is that normal or did you do that for me?” “I did it for you” I replied. This seemed to excite him as he began to kiss me deeper and with renewed vigor. His hand found its way inside my aching hole and began to move in and out. He went as deep as he could then slowly pulled it out. It went in and out very easily as I was soaked. He then began to gently rub his hands so that they were massaging my clit. “Yessss” I hissed and spread my legs wider to give him better access. As he bent down to begin doing with his tongue what he was doing with his hand and finger, I hear my name called out. We stopped and froze. I heard it again, straightened myself up and snuck out of this little nook, went around the building the other way and approached my friends who were calling me from the other side. They said that my husband was looking for me so I went back inside and found him. When I got inside, I greeted him with a hug around the neck and a kiss on the ear, “I understand you’re looking for me”. “Yes, this is the last dance and I wanted it with you” he replied. We went out to the dance floor lost ourselves in each others’ arms. He felt my butt and realized i didn’t have on any panties. “What’s this? Were you being naughty?” he asked. “Yes, I’ll tell you about it later”.
When the dance ended we all went to our respective rooms. It had to be close to 2 in the morning. Once inside he asked me about my evening adventure. I told him about my stranger and what we did and how horny I was. He smiled, walked over to me and asked “What exactly did he do? Was it this?” as he began to kiss my lips and his hands began to gently massage my breast and nipple. I said “Yes, then he moved his hands lower and pulled up my dress”. My husband sat down on the bed with me standing in front of him and moved both hands to the sides of my legs and slowly moved them up, lifting my dress up until my pussy was exposed to him. “Like this?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “My, my, weren’t you the little tramp tonight.” he went on. I said “Yes, you knew that when you married me.” “Yes, I did and it makes you all the hotter to me” he replied.
He began to kiss my exposed flesh as now my dress was up to my waist. The light in the room was still on and the drapes were only partially closed. “Honey, we need to close the drapes, people can see in.” “Let them, you like showing everyone what a slut you are, we’re leaving the light on and the drapes open”. With that he stood up, unhooked the top of my dress and unzipped the bottom and it fell to the floor. He then pushed me onto the bed and kneeled between my legs and began to lick and kiss and suck on my nether region. He put each leg over one of his shoulders and began to lick and gently suck on my clit. Both of his hands were massaging my breasts and squeezing and flicking each nipple. They were standing up like two tiny erect penises. His tongue altered between flicking fast and lightly over my clit and probing deep inside me cunt. With all the foreplay of the evening, I didn’t last long. I felt the wave coming from deep inside me, shoved my pussy hard against his face, locked my legs tightly around his head, arched my back and began gyrating up and down as I trembled and shook with a huge climax. My moan could be heard throughout the motel as I brought my husband’s face closer to my snatch. I urgently rubbed my pussy up and down on him and held him so closely that I almost suffocated him. Slowly I came down from this tremendous high and he got out from between my legs and walked into the bathroom to wipe his face. I just lay there naked with my legs spread, basking in the glow. I lazily looked at the window and could see a tiny red glow outside. Moving slowly up and down, occasionally getting brighter, someone was standing there smoking, not sure who but it was probably my stranger. My husband came back from the bathroom, undressed, turned out the light and closed the curtains, jumped into bed and we fell asleep in each others arms.
In the morning, as we left, I noticed five spent cigarettes outside our window and what looked like a smudge mark on the window, a little lower than waist high. I should have been creeped out, but I wasn’t. It made me feel sexy. The drive home was filled with me sleeping and reliving the events of the evening before.

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Michelle – The Pool – Ch 4

Hi, I’m back..This is Michelle. I really appreciate all the comments you have all sent. Many have asked for the story where I actually get laid. Well that’s coming, (pardon the pun), but not quite yet. The stories I’m telling you are true stories from my past, and I’m doing my best to try to keep them in the order in which I remember they actually happened. So…
Hi, I’m just getting ready to start my freshman year in high school, and will be turning fifteen shortly after that. I’m still a virgin, but have just recently discovered what a rush I get, turning a guy on just by letting him look at me. The sight of a hard penis really gets my juices flowing, particularly watching a guy stroke it, and I’m afraid I’m turning into a hopeless exhibitionist…so here we go…
P.S. – There’s going to be an adult (XXX) movie mentioned in this, and the next couple of chapters. I refer to it as a DVD, but I think that actually back then they were old VHS tapes.)
Chapter Four – The Pool
I grabbed my tee shirt off the floor and pulled in on over my head. I followed Ricky to his room and watched while he opened one of the drawers in his dresser. After rummaging through it for a moment, he turned, holding out a DVD.
“Here,” he said, offering it to me. “I think this is the one that was on that you saw a part of.”
“You think?” I asked, taking the disk, “How many different ones do you have?”
“Oh, six or eight I guess,” he replied nonchalantly.
I mentally filed that bit of information away for future reference, as well as the location of the drawer he kept them in.
I returned to my room, already anticipating what I was sure would be a wonderful masturbation session later that afternoon.
Ricky would be leaving shortly after lunch for his summer job at the local supermarket, and mom and dad wouldn’t be home until five thirty or six o’clock, which meant I would have the house all to myself most of the afternoon.
I retrieved my panties from the hamper, still wet from our earlier “session”, and dried my pussy again. I put them back in the hamper, and tried to sort out the rest of my day.
Well, not really the rest of my day, since I knew where the afternoon hours were going, but rather tried to figure out what to do for the next couple of hours until Ricky left for work.
I picked the sexy DVD up off my dresser, and looked at it, front and back. It didn’t look like anything too great, but I remembered the few minutes I had seen. On a whim I opened the case. The inner insert was full of pictures from the movie, sjpwing every body part and every act imaginable! One of the pictures showed a girl with a penis in her mouth! One showed a girl with a penis in her butt! One showed two girls licking each other’s pussies! I couldn’t wait for the next couple of hours to pass so I could watch the whole thing in private.
I decided I wasn’t going to spoil my later planned “private party” by peeking first, and reluctantly closed the case back up. I decided that since I had to “kill” a couple of hours anyhow, I might as well get a couple of my weekly chores done. (Vacuuming the pool and sweeping the deck around it are on my regular chore list.))
Time out. Shortly after we moved into this house, (years ago…I think I was five or six years old), mom and dad had a beautiful pool and deck added onto the back. The pool is in ground, good sized…maybe twenty feet across, thirty or forty feet long…(I never actually measured it)…three feet deep in the shallow end, seven feet deep in the deep end…which has both a diving board and a water slide.
They built a huge concrete deck around it, and built a roof over maybe the first ten or twelve feet out from the house, so we could use it even if it was raining. They had a huge enclosure built over the entire thing, completely screening it in, with several sliding glass doors into the house, one normal door into the garage, and two screen doors leading out into the yard.
So, I decided to get these chores done, (vacuuming and sweeping), and pulled off my tee shirt. My mind was still on the sexy movie, and what was coming later, and on the pictures I had seen on the inside of the case….a girl with a penis in her mouth…a girl with a penis in her butt…a girl licking a guy’s butt hole, a guy licking a girl’s butt hole, two girl’s licking each other’s pussies! Do people really do all this stuff???
My mind was anywhere but in the present as I opened my dresser drawer and pulled out a white “summertime” bra, and matching white panties. “Summertime” means they are ultra thin material, meant to be cool. Not exactly see through, but almost. The dark area around my nipples was pretty clearly visible, and although the few hairs surrounding my pussy were too light colored to show through, my slit was pretty clearly outlined.
I pulled on a light weight tee and a pair of nylon gym shorts and started down the stairs to get done what I had to do.
I was just sliding open the glass door leading to the pool area when I realized I was being a complete bubble brain. I always wear one of my swimsuits (bikini) when I work around the pool. I don’t know what I was thinking when I dressed in regular clothes. I paused and briefly debated going back upstairs and changing, but decided the hell with it and continued out back.
The sound of our next door neighbor’s lawn mower running registered vaguely in my mind as I hooked up the pool vacuum and got started. The pool, as usual, was a snap, and inside of fifteen minutes I was stowing the vacuum and getting ready to sweep the deck.
That turned out to be not much of a job either, and twenty minutes later I was picking up the last small pile of sweepings when I heard the screen door to the deck open behind me.
I turned and saw Jeff, out next door neighbor, walking through the door and onto the deck. Jeff and I have known each other forever. We’ve been next door neighbors since we were five or six years old, and I never thought of him as anything other than the boy next door.
However, with my “awakening” in the past day. I now saw him in an entirely different light. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts, shoes and socks. He actually was not a bad looking guy, and had a nice body. Maybe just under six feet tall, he was fairly slim, no fat what so ever. While not muscular as like the weightlifter type, he was non the less very fit. Perhaps “wiry” is the right word.
He was sweating very heavily as he approached me, and obviously had had quite a workout pushing the lawnmower around. As he grew closer, I started to REALLY admire his body, and found my eyes drawn to the bulge in his shorts. The familiar tingles started running through me.
“Damn!” I thought to myself. “Now I really wish I had worn one of my bikinis.”
He approached with a friendly smile and a wave. “Hey, Michelle,” he started, “I can’t believe the lawnmower ran out of gas and our can is empty. Do you by any chance have any I could borrow?”
He drew closer and I caught a whiff of his manly scent. “Damn, damn, damn,” I thought, silently cursing my choice of clothes.
“Might be some in the garage,” I answered lightly, “Hang on just a sec and I’ll check.”
My mind was racing furiously as I turned and walked toward the door to the garage. How could I get him to stay aroung? How could I see if I could get him interested…in me…in looking at me? How could I find out if I could get him turned on like had worked with my brother Ricky? I couldn’t very well change into a bikini while in the garage!
Disappointed, I located the gas can and returned to the deck. As I exited the door from the garage, I noticed him gazing at the pool, almost wistfully. I had a flash of inspiration and knew immediately what my plan was going to be.
I approached him and put the can at his feet, again catching his manly scent.
“I’m just getting ready to take a quick dip and cool off,” I said in as light and airy voice as I could muster. “You look like you could kind of use a break yourself to cool off. Want to join me?”
His gaze shifted from the pool to me. “I would really love to,” he said almost sadly. “But I have no idea where my swim suit is.”
BINGO!
“Don’t be silly,” I said, quickly grabbing my tee and pulling it up and off my head, dropping it nonchalantly to the deck.
“Go in in your underwear. I do it all the time.”
His eyes were fixed on my chest, staring holes right through my almost transparent bra. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my gym shorts, giving them a quick tug and letting them fall to my feet. “Besides,” I added, “underwear’s not really all that different than a swimsuit anyhow.”
His eyes were now fixed on my filmy panties, and I could feel myself starting to heat up. I stepped out of my gym shorts and turned around, making a show of bending over to pick up my shorts and tee shirt. I fumbled with them for a second or two, making sure my butt was pointing right at his face. I stood back up and turned around to face him, his eyes immediately flickering over my breasts.
“Well,” I asked, “are you going to stand there and burn up all day, or are you going to join me and cool off?”
“What the hell,” he said, and his hands moved to undo his shorts. I turned away as if disinterested and walked the few feet to put my shorts and tee shirt on one of the patio tables. When I turned back around, he had kicked off his shorts. My first surprise was that unlike my dad or brother Ricky, Jeff didn’t wear boxer shorts, but rather white briefs. As I casually sauntered back in his direction, he put one foot up on one of the deck chairs and began untying the laces of his sneaker.
In this position, with his foot up, and his legs spread, the sight of the sexy bulge between his legs was turning me on. I could clearly make out the outline of his penis, even the smooth shape of the head. My eyes were transfixed.
He quickly finished removing his sneakers and socks, and straightened, turning to face me. I quickly moved my gaze from his groin, hoping he hadn’t caught me staring. I gestured toward the pool and said, “After you. You’re the guest.”
He turned and walked to the edge of the pool. Right behind him, my eyes were automatically drawn to his firm, muscular butt, the white material of his briefs stretched tightly across his cheeks.
He reached the edge of the pool and paused. I stepped up beside him and quipped, “Last one in is a rotten egg!”
I didn’t hesitate, but dove in head first. The water felt fantastic, refreshing. Not so cold as to be uncomfortable, but cold enough so I felt my nipples instantly harden. I swam a few strokes under the water, and then stopped, putting my feet down and standing up.
The depth when I stood was such that the water level was just above my waist. Facing away from Jeff, I glanced down…and gasped!
My bra, originally semi see through, now wet, was completely transparent…almost invisible! It hid absolutely nothing! I might just as well not even be wearing it! I walked slowly toward the steps in the corner of the shallow end, my back still to Jeff.
My mind was racing. How was I going to handle this? I hadn’t even thought about the white material turning transparent when wet. At first flustered by this unexpected turn, it took a few seconds to realize that this could be a great chance to “play”. I reached the steps and reached for the handrail. As I climbed out of the pool I decided the best way to play on this perfect opportunity was to feign innocence, pretend that I wasn’t even aware that my bra now had all the covering up ability of a piece of clear plastic wrap.
I glanced back over my shoulder as I stepped up out of the water. Jeff was still standing at the edge of the pool, had not yet taken the plunge.
I turned and walked back toward him, my face a mask of pure innocence. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head as he stared at my breasts. When his eyes dropped down to my panties, I suddenly shivered. “Oh my God,” I thought, “Have my panties become just as transparent as my bra?”
I walked right up to him, continuing my innocent act. “Your turn,” I shouted and gave him a playful shove. It was enough to make him lose his balance and fall over into the water. In the couple seconds he was underneath, I quickly examined my panties. Same thing, completely see through, completely clear. I quickly jumped back in the water, flustered, my mind racing.
I moved slowly toward the shallow end, thinking furiously. What had at first had me somewhat flustered was now opening a whole range of possibilities. As long as I was playing innocent and naive, I could show off anything I wanted to, in any position I wanted to, because I “supposedly” didn’t know I was showing off anything…
My mind went into overdrive, examining possibilities. What could I do to get into sexy positions, showing Jeff everything, while still maintaining my act of innocence?
I swam lazily toward where Jeff was now standing. I stood next to him in water that was just above my waist, just below my breasts. His eyes were so busy staring at my now rock hard nipples that I’m sure he didn’t even notice me trying to get a clear view of his briefs, and hopefully the shape of his penis inside them.
And then I had a sudden, wild thought! Did his briefs turn as clear and transparent as my bra and panties had? Would I actually be able to SEE his penis, and not just the outline, not just the shape of the bulge?
I needed a ploy to get him out of the water where I could see…really see. In a matter of seconds, inspiration hit me. I turned away from him and started moving toward the steps in the corner. Looking back over my shoulder, I called out, “Come on, you can help me.”
With Jeff right behind me, I reached the steps. I stepped up on the first one, and then put my other foot up on the top one. Pausing, I bent way over, pretending to be picking at my toe.
Perfect. With my legs somewhat spread, and me bent way over with Jeff’s face just a foot or two away, I knew he had a perfect view of my pussy…my slit, my lips, maybe even the other little hole between my cheeks.
I heard an unmistakable gasp, and continued picking at my toe for a few more seconds before straightening up and continuing out of the water.
I walked over to the large chest/box thing where we store most of our pool toys, and lifted the top lid. Certain Jeff was right behind me, I again bent way over, keeping my legs somewhat spread, and began rummaging through the contents. I knew he again had a perfect view of my pussy, and swear I could actually feel his eyes staring at me, trying to look right up inside me.
I grabbed the floating basketball basket and one of the undersized balls that goes with it and straightened up.
“Here,” I said turning to face him.
My turn to gasp.
His briefs had indeed turned almost transparent. Not like the clear plastic wrap my bra and panties now resembled, but transparent enough so I could actually see the flesh of his penis where it lay against the wet material. I could clearly see the head, round and pink, and thought I could even make out the tiny pee hole at the end of it. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I thought it actually looked larger than before.
I handed him the net and ball, and turned back to the chest, bending over again and rummaging. I found a few more of the balls for the game, but stayed in my bent over position for a few more seconds, squeezing and comparing the balls. I wanted him to have a good long look at my pussy, but ran out of reasons to maintain my “pose”.
Selecting two of the balls, I straightened again, turned, and said, “O.K. Let’s go have some fun.”
As I walked past him, my eyes automatically looked down at his groin, and now there was no doubt. He was definitely getting bigger.
I threw the balls I was carrying into the pool and jumped in after them. I turned just in time to see Jeff toss the ball he was carrying into the water. I got a little closer to him as he bent over slightly and dropped the net into the water, close to the edge.
By the time he strightened back up, I was only a couple feet away, standing with my head at the perfect height to stare directly at his penis…his slowly growing penis.
We took turns trying to shoot the balls through the net from different angles and distances. Neither of us was overly good at it. I was trying to make sure the floating net stayed in the shallow end, so whenever I stood up my breasts would be up out of the water and in plain view.
We horsed around for a little while, missing on more baskets than we made, and I was retrieving one of the balls when I made an amazing discovery. To get this ball, I had to wade right in front of one of the return water jets from the filter pump, and in doing so felt the jet of water brushing the outside of my hip. I grabbed the ball and turned, and the cascade of water was hitting me right on my pussy! It felt wonderful…like a thousand tiny fingers all trying to caress me at the same time. I got instantly turned on and stalled for a moment, standing with the water directly on my pussy. It was wonderful! I tried moving a little closer and bending my legs a little so the water was aimed directly at my clit.
Heaven!
I knew in an instant I could come like this, and decided this was going to require further exploration. I threw the ball back to Jeff, and moved over to the steps up out of the shallow end. “I’m going to grab a soda,” I called out. “Want one?”
“Sure,” he replied eagerly. I wasn’t sure if the eagerness in his voice really came from wanting a soda, or if it was from another chance to stare at my pussy through my now “non existent” panties.
Either way, I decided to repeat my earlier show. As I reached the steps, Jeff was “conveniently” one step behind me. I moved on to the first step, then reached one foot up to the top step, bending over and picking at my toe. His view of my pussy, I knew, was perfect. I picked at my toe for a good minute…maybe two…making sure he had plenty of time to stare. When I straightened and turned around, I swear his hand was under the water, squeezing, if not rubbing, his penis.
I feigned nonchalance, climbed out of the water, and went to grab two soda out of the pool deck fridge.
I turned to return to the pool, Jeff’s eyes glued to me, or rather, my body. I handed him one of the cold cans, and opened mine, taking one sip, and then setting it down on the edge of the pool. I carefully placed it so it was right over the spot where the return water jet came out of the pool wall, knowing that any time I went to “innocently” take a sip of my soda, the water would be streaming directly at my pussy.
We played around with the balls and the basket for a few more minutes, me making sure my breasts stayed above water level and in plain view. I swear every few seconds Jeff would sneak a hand down into the water and squeeze his penis. That was really getting me turned on as I wondered if it was getting bigger, and maybe getting hard.
I was trying to figure out a way to get him out of the pool without being too obvious, so my view would be unobstructed, but my mind was coming up blank.
I moved back over to the side of the pool, reaching for my soda. I carefully positioned myself so that the stream of water was aimed directly at my slit. I sipped my soda, moving forward and backward a few inches until the cascading water felt just right.
What a rush!
I stayed in that position, “innocently” sipping at my soda, and began gently rocking my hips back and forth. The stream of water felt wonderful, and I could feel myself getting wet…from the inside.
The splashing sounds of Jeff shooting the basketballs stopped, and I wondered if he was looking at me…watching me. I wondered if he had any idea what I was doing. I felt his presence right behind me, and started rocking my hips a little harder.
I crouched slightly so the stream was now aimed directly at my clit. I left my hands perched in plain view on the side of the pool, and increased my rocking motion.
He was now so close behind me that I could hear his breathing. I bowed my head between my outstretched hands and let out a low moan, my hips rocking faster, my pussy getting wetter, my face getting flushed.
I still wondered if he knew what I was doing…and why I was doing it. The warmth was spreading through my entire body, and I knew my orgasm wasn’t far away.
I felt his hand on my shoulder as he asked in a concerned voice, “Michelle, are you OK?”
I turned to face him and answered, “Yes…I’m fine…wonderful…almost.”
He looked me in the eyes for a second and asked, “What are you doing?”
I was so close to coming, my reply was nothing more than a husky whisper, “What do you think I’m doing?” I rocked my hips in an even more exagerated fashion.
He blushed as it became more obvious. “Well…I’m…ah…um…not sure,” he finally stammered.
His right hand had disappeared below the water, but I could pretty much see him squeezing his penis through his briefs. I moved away from the jet, and taking his left hand, put it right in front of the cascading water.
“Can you feel that?” I asked huskily.
He just stood there frozen, except for his right hand, which looked to be getting much more active.
I removed his hand from the jet and repositioned myself, again beginning the rocking motion of my hips. The cascading water was doing wonderful things for me, I could feel my orgasm approaching. I looked over at Jeff.
“If you’re a girl, this feels wonderful,” I whispered. I continued in a low throaty voice, “And you don’t even have to do anything yourself…just stand here.”
I was panting now.
His jaw dropped, his mouth agape. His hand in the water had changed motions so that now even his upper arm was moving in a steady rhythmic motion.
He looked at me in awe. “You mean you’re………..?”
“Coming…or trying to,” I answered quickly.
“Here? In the pool? In front of me?” He was now blushing, although it didn’t seem to affect the movements of his arm or hand.
“Of course, silly.” I looked up into his eyes and whispered, “What’s the matter? Don’t you like to come?”
He blushed further as he stammered, “Well…sure…I mean…I do…but it’s usually by myself in private…or with somebody else touching me…I mean…you know…”
His blush deepened as he became more and more flustered.
I began rocking my hips more and more forcefully against my wonderful water lover, and watched as the movements of his hand and arm became faster and faster.
My breathing became harsher as I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. My pussy was dripping, and my clit felt so hard I thought it was going to burst.
I moved a tiny bit closer to the jet as I watched him rubbing himself faster and faster.
“Jeff,” I purred, “Why don’t you take it out and let me watch you stroke it?”
He looked at me in shock, and his blush got even deeper. He didn’t say a word, but his hand didn’t stop moving either.
“Come on,” I hissed, “It really turns me on to see a guy squirt.”
He remained speechless, his hand and arm still moving, and I returned my attention to my own pleasure. The feeling inside me was building, my insides were on fire, and I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching.
I increased the movement of my hips, my breathing now ragged, my chest heaving.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
“Jeff,” I growled, “I’m close…so close…getting closer. Oh God! Here it comes…Jeff…” I panted, my voice now nothing more than a whimper.
With a low groan I mumbled, “I’m gonna come…gonna come…coming…coming…OH GOD coming…Jeff…coming…coming…COMING!”
I gasped as my orgasm washed over me. It was a really nice come…not mind blowing or bone shattering like a couple I’d had in the last day or two, but a very nice, warm, delicious come, perhaps made even better by knowing that Jeff was standing right next to me, watching me in my most personal, intimate moment.
As my spasms subsided, I looked over at him, still standing in shock, his hand and arm still moving.
“Come on,” I asked huskily, ” I let you watch me…now let me watch you.”
I remembered what he said about him coming, “…in private or with someone else touching me…”
I brazenly reached out and put my hand over the hand he had gripping his penis. I looked him in the eyes as I asked ina sultry voice, “Does this mean you want me to…touch you?”
“Oh God yes!” he murmured.
Teasingly, I said, “Well then let’s move someplace a little more private.”
He was up and out of the pool in a flash, and although I had intended to lead him out and put on another show, he was in front of me. The only good part about that was that I got a great view of his butt in his now “see through” briefs as he scrambled out of the pool.
“Let’s move over under the roof part so nobody can see us,” I whispered suggestively.
He oved quickly under the roofed part of the deck, shielding us from anyone who might be trying to watch. He leaned back against the patio table as I approached him. His still wet briefs afforded me a wonderful view of his penis, big and hard, and now I could even see it throbbing.
“Finally,” I thought to myself, “I’m actually going to get to touch it and stroke a guy’s naked penis. I wonder if I can make it squirt?”
He was staring at me in anticipation, his hand now again covering and squeezing his penis through his briefs, as I approached.
I reached out and moved his hand, replacing it with my own.
“Isn’t it my turn now?” I purred.
I squeezed his penis through his briefs, feeling it twitch and throb. The thrills running through me were getting intense.
I squeezed his penis through his briefs and whispered, “I’ve never done this before…you’re going to have to show me what to do.”
“Just stroke it,” he barely managed to get out in a hoarse whisper.
I started a gently rubbing up and down, feeling him get fuller…bigger…harder…
I looked him in the eye as I whispered suggestively, “Well, then maybe you need to pull your shorts down first”
He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and tugged down. His penis came into full view, now big and hard…twitching…throbbing…
“Finally…” I thought to myself.
I was reaching to touch it, grip it, stroke it, when the sound of a car pulling in the next door driveway invaded our moment.
“Oh no,” I moaned to myself, “please…please…please…not now.”
Two quick honks of a car horn destroyed our revelry, and Jeff quickly paled.
“Damn it!” he swore. “That’s my mom and dad. I gotta get home like right now and finish my chores.”
I’m not sure who was more disappointed, him or me. He quickly tucked his now rock hard penis back into his briefs, scrambled to pull on his shorts, and yanked on his socks and shoes. Grabbing the gas can, he headed for the door. I stopped him.
Reaching up, I whispered in his ear…”Maybe you could stop over tomorrow…?”
To be continued…

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The Unexpected [Ch. 3] – Family.

This is the third installment of “The Unexpected” series. In this chapter, things between Billy and Kat change and it shifts towards family fun.
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Dad was angry, by the time I got down stairs he and granddad were already in a heated argument about paul.
It came out that granddad had figured out a while back that even though I was going to be someone that was willing to please, I was always going to do it on my terms and I was the one who would take control of the situation, which I reflected on and realised he was spot on, I was now 13 years old loved sex but under my own rules except granddad I was still his to control which made me smile.
I was snapped out of my little fantasy world when as dad was shouting at granddad that he was not going to allow this, granddad someone whom I had never even heard speak loudly erupted in a roar of foul language and stood his full 6ft 2” frame over my father and reminded him that he was incharge of the group and dad was to obey his decision or else.
Father backed away and quietly said that he was incharge of this family and granddad was to leave right now and never come back.
Grandad just smiled and asked him if he really had the balls to go against the group, I ran over to granddad and jumped into his arms telling him not to go dad didn’t mean it. Grandad turned to mum who was sat shaking at the table about to burst into tears, are you going to stay or come with me.
Mum stood on shakey legs and looked slowly at both of them, she then turned to my dad and begged him not to make her choose. I looked at dad and saw the colour drain from his face as he realised the hold granddad still had over mum.
If you walk out that door you will never return, you are nothing to me you can be someone else’s fuck toy little whore. Mum ran from the room bursting into tears. I turned to dad who was now red with rage, dad i…
Before I could finish my sentence dad told me to get away from my granddad and go to him. I held back my tears and in a calm but strong voice I said no I belong to granddad, im granddads little fuck toy whore and you are nothing to me not anymore. I climbed down from granddad and went to find mum, as I left I knew something bad was going to happen between dad and granddad.
As I comforted mum on her bed I heard the table and chairs in the kitchen go flying, just as it did paul came into the room asking if I was ok. I just looked at him and told him to go and defend my granddad.
There was a few minutes silence which felt defening then granddad walked into the bedroom and taking both our hands told us that he will order the tickets to spain but only if we were both agreed, I shot into his arms telling him I would follow him to the moon if he wanted. I then turned to mum who was quiet, she slowly sat up looked at my granddad and then me and said that granddad had always been her number one and if we were going to the moon then so was she, she then gave a weak smile and layed back down.
Paul entered the room and told granddad that dad was gone. The next few hours was a blur we packed a couple of travel cloths into small bags, then went to the airport. At the airport granddad told me that paul would pack up the house of all our personal items and send them over. But also he asked if I would like paul to come over to join us. I hadn’t given any thought until then but asked granddad innocently if he was willing to share me. He laughed and reminded me he was willing to share me with everyone but he knew that he was my number one and that would never change but he wanted me to have someone who could be there 24hrs a day to look after me and obey my commands as he wished to teach me how to dominate my own group one day.
I looked at him and pretending to be all shy and innocent said so you want me to grow up and have lots of little playthings of my very own. He smiled and nodded. I turned to paul who had waited quietly and considered what I had to say.
Looking straight at paul I told him to get on his knees, which he did. If you would like to join me you may but know this, if you do you will be 100% loyal to me and obey my every command do you understand. I held out my hand which he took into his and gently kissed it saying I am yours to command mistress. Feeling slightly flustered I told him to go and I would see him soon. He stood and left.
Wide eyed I turned to granddad and bounced into his open arms, wow that felt amazing like I had real power. He smiled and gave me a kiss which I tried to turn into more but he pulled back and said that there are times and places for discretion and times to show effection when in public, all of which he was going to teach me so I could start recruiting my own group.
We boarded the plane and I sat next to the window, granddad next to me and mum next to the corridor, within an hour the few people that were on the plane were asleep. I tried to sleep but couldn’t, then I had to adjust my cloths as they were irritating me as I was getting tired, but when I adjusted my panties I brushed against my pussy, big mistake, immediately I started playing with myself through my panties, they were wet already, I looked around and could not see anyone awake even checking on mum and granddad.
I pushed the material to the side and rubbed along the edges almost exploding just from that, I looked around again and saw no movement so I shifted in my seat and took my pants off replacing my fingers rubbing gently along the lips as I was concentrating on not letting out a gasp or moan I heard one from infront of me, I looked up to see a face disappear behind the chair infront of me, I pulled down my short skirt but couldn’t find my pants which had fallen on the floor.
Trouble was I had started something that I was going to have to finish so I looked around again then shut my eyes as if asleep but allowing enough of a slit that I could keep an eye on the seat infront. I put my finger back to my wet slit and was away in heaven when I saw movement again and slowly a small face came around the side looking first at my face then at my wet pussy then back to my face. Believing I was asleep the face came around a little more and I could see the face of a young girl no more than about 8 yrs old looking up and down at me playing with myself.
I moved my hand slowly and once again pulled my skirt up and spread my legs to give her a good view, I suppressed a smile as I saw her eyes widen and mouth open, as I was playing she kept looking up and down but when I used my fingers to open up my lips she never took her eyes from my lips, so I was able to open my eyes and look around then as I concentrated on this girls face I pushed 2 fingers in to me and rubbed my thumb over my clit, biting on to my other hand I was soon leaking juices and suppressing groans of my orgasm by biting harder on my hand.
As I came down I looked at the girl who was now looking at me, I smiled and she smiled back, leaning forward I placed my wet hand to her face smearing the juice across her cheek and rubbing the thumb across her lips then as her lips parted I pushed my juice covered thumb into her mouth and surprisingly she closed her lips and sucked on it.
We were both startled out of our game when her mum asked her to sit down properly. Thinking quickly I leant forward and said that I thought she needed the toilet, her mum let out a grown but before she could stir I told her to go back to sleep and I would take her. She would not have said thankyou if she knew what was on my mind.
As I stepped over granddad he opened his eyes and smiled and told me to use the toilets at the rear but to make sure I didn’t make too much noise. As I went to move away he pushed a finger into me and I did not move until he pulled out and told me to go. I helped the girl over the chair and kept her in my arms, I checked on her mum who was already asleep and as I walked to the rear of the plane I checked where the cabin crew were, all up the front good then on the passengers near the toilets asleep and most with headphones.
I checked the toilets and went into the rearmost disabled one, as soon as we were in I placed my little angel on the washbench infront of me and locked the door, turning I looked at her and giving her a kiss on the lips asked her name. Lucy then said that she did need the toilet and so I helped her down and pulled her knickers down and off then pulled her summer dress up and over her head and sat her down. I then removed my cloths and stood with my legs opened wide either side of her asking if she had liked what she had seen earlier.
As she let out some wee I asked if she would like to touch me down there, she looked a bit worried but I told her I would like her too.
I took her hand and guided it with little effort to my pussy, I leant to one side and lifted my leg onto the washbasin giving her a clearview of everything, I guided her fingers around telling her what felt good and she looked fascinated especially as I let her push her tiny fingers into my well lubricated hole first 2 then 3 went in, I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt until she got in with the fourth, my back arched and I went up on tip toe as I felt her palm pushing open my hole.
As my lips relaxed I lowered my cunt down onto those fingers holding her arm steady, realising my legs were weakening I rotated my body and leant with my body on the basin and my pussy in her face, her palm still inside me I rocked back and forward then felt her move her hand about and as she pushed forward I widened my legs realising she was putting her whole hand into me.
Thank god her hands were so tiny as my lips sucked in her hand I realised it was not much bigger than the width of granddads wonderful cock, she held her hand there so I started rocking again but slowly she started fucking me with her hand and I looked at my little angel and as I court her gaze I came.
When I came down I told her how amazing that was and her reply shocked me as she said her sister always said so to. It transpired her 16 year old sister also liked her to use her fist as well as other things too.
I asked if she wanted me to touch her but she was happy. We chatted and cleaned up and i told her to let her sister know about what we did but only after we had departed the airport, I also gave her my address to give to her, which readily agreed as when we were waiting for the plane her sister had told her that she liked me.
We went back to our seats after checking no one was looking at us and as I was helping her back in her sister opened her eyes and said with a smile ain’t my little sister great. I looked at her and smiled and asked her when I was going to find out what she was like aswell, she was shocked but I looked at lucy then back to her and gave her a kiss full on the lips and told her I wanted to be very good friends. I broke of the kiss and she just nodded, as I went I let my fingernails trail from her far shoulder down across her loose vest top over the top of her good sized breast down between the mounds and up over the other past the very hard nipple and back up over her other shoulder leaving a red mark all the way across.
I got back to my seat and someone had put a blanket on it, I opened it up and placed it over both me and granddad. As soon as I did his finger was along my slit I looked over with tired eyes and he told me to sleep and within minutes I was.
I woke to the sound of the captain telling the crew to places, the blanket was gone and my belt done up. Grandad was chatting away to the mum of my new friends about his holiday resort and I could hear both girls pleading with the mum to let them go.
I was quickly awake just as granddad said it was agreed then. I asked what and he told me it was a secret.
After the plane landed and we were getting off lucy and her sister Jessie were by my side. I put my arm around jessies waist as she was a good few inches taller and held lucys hand as we walked along.
At the first toilets Jessie pulled me in and straight to the end cubicle where she told me she had frigged 3 times during the flight just because of that kiss. Do you mean like this, I pulled her head down and kissed her again and cupped my finger under her skirt and on to pussy.
I broke off the kiss and walked to the basin and splashed my self with water and as I redid my make up I looked at them both and told them if they wanted to be my friends they would have to know I was in charge and what I said they did and if they wanted to start rigt now they had to remove there underwear.
A brief second later I said fine and went to leave when Jessie asked me to stop, I looked over my shoulder as she was pulling down her knickers but I told them they could show me outside.
They soon caught us up as we had carried on walking and when they did Jessie opened her bag to show their underwear but I just replied how do I know you haven’t put some more on.
As we reached an up escalator I told Jessie to go infront of me and as we were half way up I lifted up the back of her skirt and pushed my finger along her lips until we were at the top. I put my arm back round her and called her a good naughty girl which made her blush but she put her arm over my shoulder asking about my granddads place.
Grandad had persuaded the mum who had only booked a hotel for the first few days to stay with us after they had stayed in the city shopping for those few days, the clincher they could stay for free and the girls could share my room.
I stopped in my tracks wide eyed she just smiled and we kissed very passionately only breaking off when a group of young lads started whistling and calling out. I lifted jessies skirt to expose her naked rear which shut them up and we ran off to join the others and I could give granddad a big hug

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Wanting to fuck what you shouldn’t (as a girl that young)…

’d look at the old granddads and want to sit on their lap at the bus stop in my short school skirt; I’d want to wriggle my bum on their lap and try to make them hard underneath me. I was old enough to be aware I shouldn’t do these things as society frowned upon them, but it was such a thrill. ..