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This is fiction and for adults only.  Those of you under 18, what are you
doing here?  Thank you.

   Chapter One: The Surprise Part 1 (mf)

   Hi, I'm Bill Carson.  Before I start my story, perhaps I should tell you
about myself.  I'm 16 years old.  I live with my Mom, Janet Carson, 35
years old, my sisters, Susan, 10 years old, and Karen, 8 years old.  We're
pretty close.  Dad was killed in a car accident four years ago and we all
miss him.  All of us - Mom, Sue, Karen and I, have blond hair and blue eyes
- and I'm the shyest of all.  My sisters will talk to anyone, whether they
know them or not.  I have trouble talking to those people I know, never
mind strangers, girls especially, so I've never had a girlfriend, and sex?
Forget it.  I'd discovered jerking off about two years ago and that kept me
from going crazy from not getting any sex.

   I figured the summer would stretch on until September and school would
start again.  I would occupy myself helping around the house and reading or
going to the library.  I didn't like crowds so I kept pretty much to
myself. Needless to say, I figured that it would be a long summer.

   When I got home from school that day, the last day for the year and a
half-day, I came into the house and called out.  No answer, strange.  My
Mom should have been home.  I shrugged, went upstairs to my room and
changed my clothes from my school clothes to shorts and a t-shirt with
sandals.

   I sighed and left my bedroom to go downstairs.  I guess I didn't notice
that the door to my Mom's bedroom was open but it was closed when I went
into my room.  I sat on the couch and picked up a magazine and tried to get
interested in it but there was something wrong.  Something I just couldn't
place.  I tried again to read an article.  I was looking the page over when
I heard my sister Susan say from next to the couch where I was sitting,
"Hi, Bill, ready for summer?"

   "I guess so," I said without looking up.

   "Bill?" This time I heard Karen.  I sighed.  I get no peace in this
house.  I looked up and my eyes bugged out.  "What?" I cried as I looked at
my two naked sisters.  Their two slim naked bodies shown in the sunlight
streaming in through the windows.  They moved further into the room and
stood right in front of me.  If I had wanted to, and I did, believe me, I
could have reached out and touched them.

   "Well?" Sue said, smiling at me.  "What do you think?"

   "Put some clothes on before Mom sees you," I cried.  I couldn't help it,
I looked.  I was ashamed of myself, but there they were, the first two real
live naked girls I had ever seen.  My Mom had been careful to not let me
see the girls naked when we were younger.  I stared, that's all.  I just
stared until they started giggling and pointing at my crotch.  I looked at
where they were looking and I blushed.  The way I had been sitting,
slouched slightly, they could see the bulge in my pants.  Before I could do
anything however, Mom came in.  "Hi, Bill, all done with school?"

   I looked at her and gasped.  She was naked, too.  I jumped up and tried
to leave the room, but she was blocking the door.  This was too much for
me. I needed relief.  "What's going on?" I cried.  I could barely speak.

   "Nothing, honey.  The girls and I decided we'd make this our summer
outfit this season.  So, what do you think?  You like?" She grinned at me.
She knew very well I liked.

   I blushed and turned my head.  The way she raised me, I wasn't supposed
to see them unclothed, but I couldn't stop myself.  I instantly realized
that Mom had no pubic hair.  She was as bald as my sisters.  "Uh, nice.  Do
you expect me to dress like that?" I gasped.  My cock was starting to hurt
in my pants.

   "Only if you want to.  And we won't be alone.  The Smiths next door and
the Allens across the street are doing it, too." We live on a cul-desac,
with only three houses on it, ours being the furthest in on the
turn-around. "Since we're the only ones on our street, we decided to make
it a block party.  You're coming, aren't you?"

   When I heard her ask that, I said, "Not yet, but if I don't get out of
here I'm going to." As soon as I said that, I realized the connotation of
the word coming as used in each sentence.  I blushed at my meaning.

   That's when she surprised me by putting an arm around me and saying, "I
understand, honey, you don't need to be embarrassed.  I'm sorry we sprung
this on you so suddenly.  You go to your room and take care of yourself. 
Then, afterward, you can join us.  We're having a picnic in the backyard.
Everyone will be here.  Sort of a 'start-of-summer' party." She gently
nudged me from the room to the stairs, smiling.

   I went back to my room and nearly shredded my pants getting at my cock.
I never even noticed the footsteps coming behind me.  When I had my pants
and briefs off, I flung myself onto my bed and grabbed my cock.  With my
eyes closed, picturing Sue and Karen, as well as Mom, standing there naked,
and seeing their pussies and Mom's tits, I groaned and came in no time.  I
was so horny, I just laid there clutching my spurting cock.  I laid there,
eyes closed in rapture, breathing heavily and my heart racing.  That is,
until I heard a giggle and my eyes shot open to see the three of them
standing there, smiling, and all of them rubbing their pussies.  I groaned
and turned red all over.

   "Feeling better now?" Mom asked as I rolled over in complete
embarrassment, crying.  How could she do this to me?

   "Bill, don't cry," she said, coming to my bed and pulling me into her
arms.  She hadn't held me like that since I was seven when I fell off my
bike.

   "Why not?" I sobbed.  I was embarrassed by my sisters as well as her
seeing me nearly naked.  I had forgotten the fact that they were even more
so naked than I.  I had my t-shirt on, at least.

   "Because, this summer our three families are trying an experiment.  You
see, with our limited area and closed road, we were able to get permission
from the local government to have sort of a small nudist colony in our area
as long as we don't push it beyond our street.  We're keeping it twenty
feet from the end of the street with a wall to be erected across the street
to block out on-lookers.  We'll all be naked this summer." She held me
close as she explained this.  I was dazed at the thought of going naked
around girls and women.  I didn't even like wearing bathing suits to the
pool with my chest bare.  I told you before that I was shy.  That was an
understatement.

   "I can't do that," I muttered.

   "Of course you can, dear," she said, brushing her fingers through my
hair.  "I saw how you looked at us.  You don't need to be ashamed of your
reactions.  Think about Claire," she told me.  Claire Smith lived next
door. She's my age and a babe.  I never really hoped to see her naked and
we hardly ever spoke.  My fault.  I must have sighed when I thought of her
and I heard giggles from behind me.

   Mom looked at me as I sat up and she saw that I was hard again, just at
the thought of Claire.  "See?  You can do it.  Take the shirt off." I did
it without thinking.  I looked at Mom and the girls and told mom, "I can't
go out there like this.  I'll die," I cried, looking down at my hard cock.

   "No you won't.  You may be shy at first, but when you see that everyone
accepts you just as you are, you'll loosen up.  Besides, think of the
girls, and you won't be the only boy there.  Donald and Jeffrey will be
there, too."

   Jeffrey is Clair's 8 year old brother and Donald is the Allen's ten year
old son, and his 12 year old sister is Alisha, the prettiest little girl
you've ever seen, a pedophile's dream.  Was I a pedophile?  Was that what I
was afraid of?  I didn't know.

   Sue came over and sat next to me.  I thought she wanted to say something
but instead she reached over and gently squeezed my cock.  I fell back,
lifeless and still as she stroked me.

   "Gee, Mom, it's so warm and hard.  Will he squirt again.  I want to see
him do it."

   Getting up from the bed, Mom told her, "Yes, dear, he'll squirt again,
but now, why don't you let your sister have a turn.  You'll have plenty of
time to play with it later." What did she mean by that, I wondered?

   Karen came over and sat on my opposite side.  She reached out and felt
my balls.  Those two little hands touching me were more than enough.  I
rose up on my elbows and watched as they rubbed me.  The sight was
beautiful.  I groaned and shot off again, covering the girls' hands and my
stomach with more cum.  I fell back again, dazed.  Maybe I was a pedophile.
I started to cry.  I was so ashamed of what I was thinking right then.

   "Come on, girls, let's let him rest a while.  We need to start setting
up the picnic table out back." They left me alone with my thoughts.  I must
have dozed because when I awoke, it was almost an hour later and I heard
voices downstairs.

   "Is he coming?" one female said.

   Another voice, Mom's, said, "I think so, but he won't enjoy it right
away.  You know that he is extremely shy and going nude among girls is
going to stress him to the max.  We'll all have to watch him closely.  I
love him, he's my son, and I don't want any emotional problems."

   "We'll watch him," said another woman.  "Beside, Claire is anxious to
see him." I heard that and sat up straight.  Claire was going to be there
and she wanted to see me?  Wow.

   I got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.  Starting the
shower, I waited until it was warm enough, then I got in.  I washed off all
the dried cum and scrubbed myself.  I wanted to be clean when they saw me.
If I had to do this, I wanted to be as clean as possible.

   to be continued
   

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