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At last ... the long-overdue Chapter 4 of "Sammy's Hot Summer".
I can only hope you all think it was worth the wait. Enjoy!
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The following is probably a work of FICTION. It was sent back in
time in a quantum bottle. So who really knows for sure? ...
Feel free to reprint or take credit for it (as if I could stop
you), but please don't make any changes, or I won't write the
next chapter!
If you haven't already, you really should read Chapters 1, 2 & 3
first ... http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/TooMuchTime/www/
SAMMY'S HOT SUMMER Chapter 4: After the Swim (m F cons busty)
by TooMuchTime (TooMuchTime2002@hotmail.com)
Copyright(c) 2002, 2003, TooMuchTime. All rights reserved.
I sat expectantly on the bed, waiting to hear the sound of
Bethany climbing the stairs. Based on what she'd just told me
down by the pool -- that she'd be up any minute to model lingerie
for me and to give me my first blowjob -- my dick was an
understandable steel rod in my shorts. Not that it was a
particularly big rod, of course. After all, I was only 13, and
anything but tall for my age. Yet so far, for whatever reason,
my quite tall and busty neighbor, who happened to be a web model,
seemed to be very interested in it ... or in me ... or both.
As I waited, I wondered if I should just whip it out now, so
that when she finally did arrive, it would be all ready to go.
But before I had a chance to really consider this, I heard the
sliding door downstairs slide open ... then shut. I heard the
sound of heels clacking across the tile floor in the kitchen,
which then became muffled when they hit the carpeting in the main
hall. Closer the sound drew, down the main hall, up the stairs,
another step, another step ... and then there she was, standing
in the doorway. As always, the sight of her took my breathaway.
Bethany made a point of stopping in the entrance to her own
bedroom, as if to pose. I could see now that the white high
heels whose progress my ears had been following were in fact the
ONLY piece of clothes she wore. The skimpy white dress that
she'd stripped off before diving into the pool hung from one
hand, while with the other arm, she leaned sensuously against the
doorway, displaying the bright red fingernails I'd grown to love.
Still wet from the swim, her long, firey red hair hung in loose
curls that fell halfway down her back. Her long legs grew up out
of the sexy white heels like smooth ivory beanstalks, joining at
her mostly-shaven pussy, the hair of which was also a firey red.
Around this, her hips curved healthily, especially in contrast to
her very slim, very fit waist and torso. Like the hips, though,
her chest was extremely healthy. Once more, I found myself
transfixed by the sight of her massive 38DD breasts with their
wide, dark pink nipples, the tips of which were the size of
marbles.
"See something you like?" Bethany asked. Only then did I pull
my attention away from her amazing tits long enough to look up at
her face. On top of everything else, she was quite beautiful,
with soft features and vibrant green eyes that could launch far
more than a thousand ships. She smirked seductively at me
through bright red lipstick, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
What had I done to deserve such a smile?
"Do you even have to ask that any more?" I asked,
half-blushing.
"Oh, but it's so nice to hear the answer," Bethany said. She
reached both hands up and braced them against the door jamb,
supporting her weight on them as she leaned forward slightly, and
set her melon-sized boobs to jiggling left and right. "Now be a
good boy ... and answer me."
"Y-yes," I said. "I do."
"Do what?" Back and forth her tits went, like perfect fleshy
pendulums.
"I do see something I like," I said.
"Oh? And what might that be?" She leaned back again, bringing
her arms down, and stood tall, dropping the white dress in her
hand to the floor. Slowly, gracefully, she began to cross the
room toward me.
"You," I replied. "I think ..." No, I thought -- keep it to
yourself.
Bethany stopped a few feet away from me. "Yes?"
"You'll think it's stupid if I say it."
She smiled. "But you'll never know for sure unless you do say
it."
"I think ... I mean, I might be ... in love with you."
This brought a shine to Bethany's face that I hadn't seen
before. One moment, it seemed as if she would smile, and the
next, like she would cry. In the end, though, she broke out into
a wide smile. "You are?"
I just nodded, relieved that her reaction hadn't been tolaugh.
"Oh, Sammy. That's ... the sweetest thing I've heard in such a
long time. Come give me a hug."
As she held her arms open wide, I stood and went to her. With
the heels on, our heights were different enough that her chest
was more or less at my face level, so as I approached, it was as
if her tits were a tractor beam pulling me in. They pressed
warmly against my face as we hugged, and as Bethany ran her
fingers through my short hair. One of her hard nipples kissed my
cheek, and I wanted so badly to turn and put it in my mouth.
"You can't imagine how happy you make me feel," she said.
"Me too," I replied. "I've never been this happy ... ever."
With this, Bethany pulled me just far enough away from her
chest that she could lean her head down to kiss me. And kiss we
did. A long, passionate, tongue-filled ecstasy, filled with more
genuine feeling than a thousand words could ever have expressed.
As we pulled our mouths apart again, her eyes were so
heavy-lidded that they almost made her look half-asleep. "You,"
she said, "are an outstanding kisser."
"I am?" Considering that she was the first girl I'd ever
kissed, this was news to me.
"Oh yes. You seem to be a natural."
"You too," I told her.
Bethany laughed a bit at this, as she slowly eased her body a
step away from me. "Yes ... well. I'd be lying if I said I
hadn't heard that before. But then again, when you've got a
body like mine, it's amazing how low men's standards can be."
She grabbed her boobs and gave them a squeeze. "A nice set of
tits really lowers the bar."
"Well ... I can't lie ... you do have a nice set," I said,
blushing again.
"I'm glad you approve." She smirked at me, then winked. "And
now, if you don't mind, I need to jump in the shower. The
chlorine in that pool will destroy my hair if I don't wash it
out."
"Oh. Okay." This wasn't what I'd expected to hear, but I
decided to roll with the moment.
Bethany kicked off her heels, then started toward the master
bathroom on the other side of the room. I waited for her to
invite me to join her ... but no invitation came. Still, she
didn't shut the bathroom door behind her either. "I won't be
more than a few minutes," she said, while reaching in to turn on
the water. "I just need to rinse off." Then she slipped in past
the shower curtain and disappeared from sight.
Somewhat disappointed that I wasn't in the shower with her, I
stood there, unsure of what to do with myself. Glancing down at
the floor, I saw the white dress, and picked it up. With a quick
glance toward the bathroom, I stepped out of line of sight of the
shower, and brought the dress to my face, inhaling deeply. Just
as I'd suspected, it was highly concentrated with the scent of
both Bethany and her perfume. There'd been nothing between it
and her skin all day ... and the day had certainly NOT been a
cool one. For a moment, I fantasized about what it would be like
to be one of her dresses.
Before I could put much thought into it, though, the shower
went quiet. I abruptly threw the dress onto the floor, before
she could see that I was sniffing it and conclude I was a freak
or something. I stepped back into the middle of the room, just
in time to see the shower curtain slide away and a wet Bethany
emerge from it. "Sammy," she said. "Will you be a sweetie and
get me a towel from the linen closet in the hall?"
"Sure thing." I jogged out to the hall, and grabbed one of
only a few towels there. Apparently, if she owned more than
these, she hadn't had time to unpack them yet. Then I jogged
back to the bathroom with it. When I got there, Bethany was busy
running her fingers through her long wet hair, shaking it around
-- I assume to detangle it or something. Whatever the reason,
though, it had the effect of shaking her tits around as well,
which needless to say made me and my erection very happy.
"Thanks, baby." She smiled appreciatively.
"You're welcome." I tried to hand the towel to her, but she
didn't take it.
"You know," she said, "I thought maybe you could dry me off.
"R-really?" I asked.
"Of course. Unless you mind --"
"No. I mean yes. I mean I don't mind at all."
Bethany giggled. "Okay then. It's settled." With this, she
opened her arms, and held them away from her body. "Dry away
whenever you're ready."
"Um. Okay." I stood there stupidly for a moment, with the
towel in both hands, unsure of where to start. My first instinct
was to go right for the chest, and since she was facing me, this
prospect was all the more inviting. Instead, however, I aimed a
bit lower, and began by rubbing the dry towel on her dripping wet
belly. It was firm, betraying the exercise she must do to keep
it so flat. As gently as I was rubbing the towel, it still
served to jar her body from side to side, with the yet-again
enticing result that her boobs jiggled before my eyes. Of
course, by this point, there was no avoiding drying them as well.
So having played coy this far, I just dove in.
Even through the towel, her tits felt wonderful in my hands.
Soft and inviting. I spent as much time as I could justify on
them, then moved up to her shoulders and out to each of her arms.
Then she turned around, and I rubbed the towel all the way down
the smooth skin of her back, past her firm round ass, and down
her legs to her feet. As I was drying her ankles from behind,
her legs slightly spread, I got an outstanding close-up view of
the mound of her barely furred pussy. Then she turned around
again, and I worked my way up the legs from her feet back to her
belly. Along the way, I got another close view of her pussy,
this time from the front, and began to feel light-headed.
Taking a deep breath, I stood. "All done."
"Not quite," she said, grinning. "You forgot the bits and
pieces."
"The what?" I asked.
"Here. I'll show you." Bethany took one of my hands in hers,
then directed it downward, between her legs. Gently, she placed
it on her pussy. "Now rub the towel in," she said.
I rubbed it lightly at first, as if petting it.
"No no," she added. "A bit harder than that. Really dig your
finger into the groove."
I did as I was told, and found the groove between her lips with
my middle finger, pressing the towel into it.
Bethany moaned slightly. "That's it. Now rub it."
Again, I did as she said, rubbing slowly, and the effect was
instantaneous. She let out another moan, louder this time, as
her hand draped itself over my shoulder and dug its nails into my
back. "Yessss ... like that." Then she pulled me forward while
falling back at the same time, and I before I knew it, she was
pressed against the wall. Her eyes were closed, and the
expression on her face was a bit dreamy.
Assuming that Bethany would tell me to stop when she wanted me
to, I kept right on doing what I was doing.
"Now ... drop the towel," she said, breathlessly. "Use just
your hand."
"Um. Okay." I dropped the wet towel on the floor. Naive as I
might have been at that age, by this time, I realized full well
that this was no longer about getting her dry. Little did I
realize, though, that when my hand found her pussy again, it
would be quite so wet. This was something I didn't remember
learning in sex ed. Wet it was, though, and as a result, my
finger slid easily into the groove between her now-engorgedlips.
"Ohhh, god ... yes," Bethany moaned. "That's it, baby. Find
Mommy's hole."
Wincing some at the grip of her nails in my back, I probed
further with my hand, quickly found "the hole" she was referring
to, and sunk my finger into it. Again, the effect was
instantaneous. Her pussy was oozing by now, and a hunched-over
Bethany was practically biting my back.
"Now up," she said, "just a little. Find the --"
But I'd already found it myself, without quite realizing what I
was finding -- her clitoris -- which felt like nothing so much as
a swollen and slippery nub. But as soon as my finger landed on
it, I got my first lesson in just what a powerful button it was
to push. In a split-second, her moaning went right off the
scale, and transformed into a high-pitched "eeeeee" noise. Her
thighs closed in around my hand and her body started to buck.
Following my instincts, I continued to rub her clit for as long
as I could until the grip of her thighs made it almost
impossible.
"St-stop," she said, through what almost sounded like a mix of
laughter and tears. "Too much."
"I'm sorry," I replied, quickly pulling my hand away.
"No," Bethany said, pulling me into a tight hug. "Please don't
ever be sorry for that. It felt great. It felt ... incredible.
It was just ... sensory overload. I can only take so much." I
thought back to the day before, when I'd had much the same
reaction to her handjob, and this brought things into perspective
for me.
I smiled. "Oh. Okay, I get it. Like me yesterday."
"Yes. Exactly." She grinned down at me. "Like that."
"It was good for you then?" I asked.
She nodded in a somewhat exaggerated manner. "Oh, yes. Very
good."
"Good," I said. "I want to make you feel as wonderful as you
make me feel."
"Such a darling, you are," Bethany replied, taking my face in
both of her hands and kissing me hard.
Once more, our tongues met, and intertwined.
"Now," she said, "it's time for the lotion."
"The lotion?"
Bethany gestured around me, to the sink, where there was a huge
bottle of skin lotion -- the kind with a plunger on top that
squirts it into your hand. "I buy it by the gallons," shejoked.
"Oh," I said. "Where do you put it? On your hands?"
She nodded. "My hands ... and my arms ... and my legs ... and
... everywhere else I have skin."
"Everywhere?" I asked.
"Everywhere. Why? Did you want to help with that too?"
Was this a trick question? "Um. Sure. Of course."
"Well then. Grab the bottle." With this, she winked at me,
and slinked out into the bedroom.
Holy shit, this is going to be good, I thought.
It was going to be just like Jilly ... only better.
* * *
The summer before, when my best friend Kevin and his family had
still been living in the house now owned by Bethany, a cousin of
Kevin's named Jilly had come to visit for a couple of weeks. She
was much older than us, in her early twenties, and normally lived
out in California. She and Kevin's mother had always been very
close, though, and so she apparently made at least one long trip
East every year. While Kev's parents were off at work, she spent
most of her time hanging out by the pool ... and Kev and I spent
most of our time watching her.
Jilly wasn't very tall, and not even especially pretty. She
had a nose too big for her face, and often talked about how she
planned to save enough money to get it fixed. While not what I'd
call overweight, she also wasn't exactly slim either -- kind of
thick all over, but still with an hourglass figure. Fortunately,
this included a big chest, which explained our fascination with
her ... especially whenever she had a bikini on. Many were the
hours that Kevin and I would peer down from his bedroom window
with binoculars or play Marco Polo over and over again in the
pool while she was sunbathing. Afterward, I'd go home and jerk
off, fantasizing about what it would be like to see her naked.
For his part, Kevin claimed that he did see her topless several
times during that couple of weeks. Once, when he "accidentally"
walked into the bathroom after she'd stepped out of the shower,
and twice more when he did the same as she was changing clothes
in the guest room. He said he owed it all to the fact that his
parents for some reason didn't believe in having locks on bedroom
and bathroom doors -- in case there was ever a fire orsomething.
My own closest encounter with Jilly, however, came on a day
when Kevin wasn't home. It was a few weeks before school
started, and his mother had taken the day off specifically so
that she could cart him to some huge mall an hour away to go
clothes shopping. He didn't know this until a few minutes after
he woke up, however, and therefore neither did I. So when I
arrived at his house late that morning, and nobody answered the
doorbell, I didn't know what to think. I did the first thing
that came to mind, and walked around to the back of the house.
There, reclining in her usual lounge chair, was Jilly, wearing
a somewhat skimpy two-piece bikini with a tropical print. She
turned my way when she heard the gate squeak. "Hey, Sammy.
Kevin's not here."
"Oh. Where is he?"
She explained, then said, "If you want to swim or something, go
ahead. It's no big deal to me."
"Thanks." I considered this, but wondered if it would be as
easy to sneak peeks at her tits without the pretense of playing a
pool game. Still, it was worth the try. "I guess I will."
As always, I already had my swim trunks on under my shorts, so
it was just a matter of stripping down before I was swim-ready.
Once I did, I quickly jumped into the pool, before my rapidly
growing erection had a chance to betray me. I swam a few laps up
and down the pool, started to get bored, and quickly realized
that it was going to be tricky indeed to make it look as if I was
entertaining myself.
While I gathered my thoughts for a new plan, I took a moment to
rest, and placed my arms on the side of the pool closest to
Jilly's chair. When I noticed that this put me only a foot or so
from the water jet, I slowly moved myself to the left until I was
directly in front of it. As both Kevin and I had done in the
past -- although never with anybody sitting there -- I let the
water blast against my crotch. It felt amazing on my erection,
and all the moreso because I was able to stare at Jilly's
bikini-clad tits. Her eyes were closed as she lay there
patiently tanning, and I began to suspect that she might even be
asleep.
Several minutes passed, and I was on the verge of an orgasm
when Jilly suddenly opened her eyes. Immediately, of course, I
turned my own eyes away, and acted as if I'd been staring off
into the trees. "Tired?" she asked, "or bored?"
"A little of both," I replied, smiling awkwardly. My cock was
nearly humming in my shorts, yet through sheer force of will and
by moving my hips back a little, I was able to keep it from
spewing.
"Well, I have a project for you," she said.
"You do?" I asked, perking up.
"Yeah, I need some suntan lotion on my back. Do you mind?"
"Um. Sure. Okay."
As Jilly began to roll over onto her stomach, I realized that
she meant for me to put lotion on her right now, and started to
climb out of the pool. As I did, though, I became increasingly
aware of my raging erection, and paused. Oh well, I thought, she
has her back to me -- it's not like she'll see. Then I climbed
the rest of the way out, and approached the lounge chair somewhat
tentatively. "The lotion is there on the table," she said.
Swallowing hard, I took the tube of lotion in hand, flipped the
top, and squirted some on her back.
"Wait," Jilly said. "Before you start, can you undo the string
on my top?"
"Um. Sure." Nervously, unable to believe my own luck, I
reached down and tugged on the bikini's tie string. The knot
gave way easily, and I pushed each end of it off to one side.
Jilly then reached up and flattened it the rest of the way down,
revealing to me the bulging side of one considerable breast.
"Thanks. You can go ahead now."
"Okay." I placed my hand on the warm pool of lotion I'd
squirted out, and gently began to smooth it into the skin on her
back. It quickly soaked in, however, and moments later, I found
myself applying more. I started at her mid back, then worked my
way down to her lower back, then up along her spine to her
shoulder blades and the backs of her shoulders. All the while,
my throbbing dick continued to hum with excitement as I stared at
the portion of her boob that was revealed to me. When she didn't
tell me to stop, I worked the lotion up to the back of her neck,
then further up to the tops of her shoulders. When she still
didn't tell me to stop, I decided to press my luck and let my
slippery hand wander down to her sides -- further and further
down.
And then it happened.
The anticipation and thrill of knowing that any second now --
unless she stopped me -- I was going to touch something I'd never
touched before suddenly become more than my poor young dick could
bear. At the very moment that my fingers brushed against the
soft side of Jilly's left tit, my cock exploded. It was intense
and awkward in a way that only an un-manipulated orgasm can be.
For a few moments, I lost motor control, and quickly pulled my
hand away, while waves of pleasure coursed through my groin and
streams of cum emptied into my swim trunks.
Still facing away from me, and seemingly unaware of what had
just happened, Jilly said, "Thanks, Sammy. That's perfect."
"You're very welcome," I replied. And without pressing my luck
any further, I grabbed my clothes and scurried off for home.
And up till now, that had been the best experience I'd ever had
with lotion.
* * *
"Are you coming or not?" Bethany called from the other room.
I shook myself out of my reverie, and grabbed the huge bottle
of lotion. "Be right there."
As I exited the bathroom, I saw Bethany sprawled on the bed
sideways, grinning, one leg bent, giving me a clear view of her
glistening pudenda. She patted the mattress with one hand.
"Come to Mommy, baby."
Smiling, I did as I was told. Before I could reach the bed,
however, she asked me to stop.
"This isn't fair," Bethany said. "You're wearing clothes and
I'm not."
"Oh. Um. Should I get undressed?"
"Don't you want to?" she asked.
"Sure. Of course. If you want me to."
"Well, I want you to then. I want to see my boy naked."
Bethany smiled. "Please?"
"O-okay," I stammered, and set the lotion on the bed.
Bethany leaned up, reclining on her elbows, and watched as I
stripped off first my shoes and socks, then my t-shirt, and
finally my shorts and underwear. My erection twanged playfully
in the breeze. "Much better," she said, grinning wider than
ever, and held out the bottle of lotion to me. "Now ... it's
time to moisturize."
I stepped forward and took the bottle from her. As I squeezed
some into my hand, she teased at the underside of my balls with
one of her red-painted toes. It felt great, but I didn't want to
be distracted from my task. I grabbed the foot with one hand,
and began to smooth lotion onto it with the other.
"Starting from the bottom up, are you?" Bethany said.
My slick hands moved to the other foot. "Is that okay?"
"Oh, it's fine with me," she smiled, still reclining on her
elbows, watching me.
I squeezed out more lotion, and started on her calves.
"You've got gentle hands," Bethany said. "Has anybody ever
told you that?" She spread her legs just a bit as I progressed
to her knees, and she seemed to shiver as I passed over the backs
of them.
"Not really." Arming myself with even more lotion, my hands
found the tops of Bethany's firm thighs. By this point, I was
leaning far enough forward that my dick sometimes brushed against
her shins, and each time it did, a jolt of electricity went
through me. It seemed as if I'd been hard for hours now.
"Wait," she said, as I began to move higher. She took a moment
to readjust herself on the bed properly, bringing her head to the
pile of pillows. "There. Now why not just straddle my legs,"
she suggested.
I climbed up onto the mattress, and planted my knees to either
side of hers. "Like this?" I asked.
"Yes, like that," Bethany replied, grinning. With her head
inclined, she could certainly see my throbbing erection now, and
made no bones about staring directly at it. "A much better
view," she said.
I blushed, slicked up my hands again, and continued where I'd
left off. I rubbed lotion first on the outside of her upper
thighs, then worked my way inward to the creamy flesh between
them. I paused inches from her pussy lips, then -- armed with my
recent memories of drying her off -- let my fingers plunge
forward.
"Oh, no no no," Bethany said, half giggling, closing her strong
thighs around my hand. "If I let you start that again, we'll
never get finished. Later, though. Definitely later."
"Okay," I replied, and loosed my hand. I squeezed out more
lotion and smoothed it onto her hips, then brought my hands
together and rubbed them over her firm belly, into her belly
button, and downward far enough to make her think I was going for
her pussy again ... then stopped. I glanced up at her face and
smiled. "Just kidding."
While glancing up at her face, of course, I couldn't help but
look at her massive tits as well. They were about as inviting as
anything I'd ever seen in my entire life. I repositioned myself,
so that I was now straddling her hips instead of her knees, and
after fueling myself with more lotion, brought my hands to bear
at the bottom of Bethany's rib cage. This was it, I thought to
myself -- the golden moment. Upward, slowly, each of my hands
slid over one her fantastic breasts. Up from the bottom, over
the sides, over her marble-sized nipples, then back down again,
between her cleavage.
"Honey," Bethany said. "I don't think you understand just how
valuable my boobs are to me. They're a big part of my career,
after all. You really need to make sure you moisturize them as
MUCH as is humanly possible." With this, she grabbed the bottle
of lotion beside her, lifted it, and proceeded to squirt it onto
her chest, over and over again, until it covered nearly half of
the skin area. "Now be a good boy and rub that all in for me,
would you?"
"Y-yes, Mommy," I replied. It was official. I was truly in
Heaven.
I rubbed and fondled and squeezed Bethany sweet slippery tits
for all they were worth, as she moaned in delight and sometimes
joined her hands with mine. It was almost surreal. I knew I was
really doing it, and I could feel the realness of her soft,
perfect boobs under my fingers, but I didn't understand how this
could possible be happening to me. How many times had I
fantasized, how many times had I jerked off, thinking of a moment
like this? Too many to count.
Then, just as I began to believe the moment could get no more
perfect, Bethany reached down between my arms and gently grabbed
my cock. "Oh my," she said, teasingly. "This looks very dry to
me."
I had to remind myself to take a breath. "It ... does?"
"Definitely. Maybe you could moisturize it with some of this
extra lotion on my chest?"
"Um. Sure." I scooped some of the lotion off of her tits, and
began to reach down.
"No, silly," Bethany said. "Not like that." Without warning,
she grabbed my arms, and pulled me forward, while at the same
time wriggling herself further down the bed. Before I knew it,
my cock was poised directly between her amazing tits. "This is
more of what I had in mind," she said.
"Oh." Holy shit, I thought. "Um. Now what?"
"Now baby," she replied, "you do what every good little boy who
sees me on my website wants to do. You put your big hard cock
between my tits ... and you fuck them. Here, I'll help ..."
Bethany reached up and wrapped her soft breasts around my
erection, her fingers digging into their flesh and her long red
nails stark against her skin. "There," she said. "Now, just
relax and do whatever feels natural to you."
And I did. Slowly at first, I began to slide my steel rod
between her slippery mounds. If not for the fact that Sasha had
given me a blowjob earlier in the day, I'm sure I would have
blown my load immediately. Still, though, even that didn't buy
me much restraint. In and out, up and down, faster and faster,
the sensation nothing short of incredible, I lasted for all of
three or four minutes before I began to feel that familiar
tingle. Then, suddenly, my thrusting became erratic, as the
pressure built up in my balls.
Before I even started to cum, though, Bethany released the grip
on her tits, and instead reached up to grab my cock. Without
missing a beat, she found my rhythm, and began to stroke the
shaft with one hand, while the other cupped and fondled my balls.
The resulting explosion was tremendous. Unable to control
myself, and directed by Bethany's own hand, I blasted huge wads
of milky cum not only across her tits, but onto her neck and her
face as well. It was truly a sight to behold.
Over and over, I painted a smiling Bethany with my hot jism.
Like a thirsty child with a spray bottle, she even aimed my cock
at her open mouth at one point and shot several jets of cum onto
her inviting tongue, then swallowed it. Then she brought my tool
back down again, and sprayed even more of it onto her chest. And
just as I thought I was beginning to flag, the hand that was
fondling my balls expertly found what in later years I would come
to know was my prostate, and by applying pressure to it, seemed
to urge another thirty seconds worth of cum out of me.
In the end, though, teenager or not, prostate or not, I finally
gave out.
Once Bethany saw that I was spent, she loosed her hold on my
cock. "Wow," she said.
I took a moment to slide myself back, down her body, so that I
could get a good look at what I'd just done. "Wow is right," I
replied, almost wanting to laugh at what I saw, but restraing
myself at only a smile.
Bethany laughed. "I imagine I'm quite a sight," she said.
This, of course, was an understatement. There were gobs of my
sticky cum everywhere on her, from the chest up.
"Sorry," I said.
"Sorry for what? That's the best cum shower I've had in a long
time." She glanced down at herself. "Look at all this sweet
baby boy juice on me," she added, and used her hands to rub my
slippery seed over her tits, concentrating it on her sensitive
nipples. "I had no idea you could be so ... prolific."
"Well. You kind of brought it out in me. You --"
Just then, the most annoying thing in the world happened. The
phone rang.
Bethany glanced over at the bedside table, at the cordless
phone with caller ID on the back of it. The number she saw there
brought an odd expression to her face. "Sorry, sweetie. I have
to get this one." Taking a moment to wipe her hand on one of the
pillows first, she reached out and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" Pause. "Yes, Mom, I know it's you. ... Because your
name shows up." She looked at me, and rolled her eyes. After
another long pause, she said, "What do you mean she's gone? ...
Well, maybe she just went somewhere else. Are you sure she
didn't leave a note or something? ... I'm sure she's fine. She's
a big girl, she can take care of herself. ... Look, I'd agree
with you, if not for the fact that this isn't the first time
she's done this kind of thing. She always pops up again. ... I
understand, Mom. ... Yes, I know. ... I know. ... Look, Mom, I'm
kind of in the middle of something here. Can I call you back
later on? ... I know. ... Yes, I will. ... I will, Mom. I'm
going now. ... Okay. ... Okay. ... Love you too."
Shaking her head, Bethany hung up the phone.
"Is everything all right?" I asked.
"Yeah. My daughter apparently isn't where she's supposed to
be."
"Oh?" I tried not to look guilty as sin as I climbed down off
the bed. Of course, I knew exactly where Sasha was -- or at
least where she'd been a few hours ago. But I'd sworn myself to
secrecy. "Where is she?"
Bethany shook her head. "I'm sure I don't know. She's always
been kind of a handful. That's why I let her stay with my
mother. She seems to have better luck at keeping control of her.
Usually."
"Are you worried?" I asked, starting to put my clothes on.
"Not really. She'll show up. She's probably just being
dramatic. Staying at a friend's house or something. Letting my
mother get all excited." While sitting on the edge of the bed,
Bethany looked down at herself ... and laughed. "Well. I guess
it's time to take another shower," she said.
Again, I said I was sorry, but only half meant it. "Should I
stay and --"
"No no no," she replied. "Thanks for the gesture. But you
need to get home for dinner. Otherwise, your parents will be
sending a search party out for you soon too. "And I need to do
some work on my website."
"Okay," I said, somewhat disappointed that our time had to end,
but feeling a bit relieved too. It had, after all, been quite a
busy day. I needed some down time to absorb it all. And I was
kind of starving. Still, I thought -- as I pulled on my sneakers
and watched Bethany pad around the room naked -- it was always
tough to leave.
"Wait, is tomorrow Thursday?" she asked, as if trying to plan
things out in her head.
"Yeah, I think so."
Bethany smiled. "Good. Be sure to stop by around noon then."
"Sure. Why?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she teased, and started toward the
shower.
I smiled. "That's not fair. Tell me."
"You'll see. Just be sure and get plenty of sleep. Take some
Vitamin E maybe." Bethany paused at the door to the bathroom
and, smiling, waggled her fingers at me as she pushed the door
slowly shut behind her. "Bye now." I got one last glance at
her cum-drenched face ... and then she was gone.
Well, I thought. Whatever she was planning, it had to be good,
right?
Still, the endless possibilities stampeded through my mind as I
started off toward home.
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