Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Young Megan, Old George and Old George's Old Friends by Megan Matheson Copyright(C) 2021 by Megan Matheson Chapter 1: Old George Old George, who is naked and stroking his cock, is peeping on 14 year old Megan, an innocent schoolgirl, while she -(TM)s masturbating in her backyard. She discovers what he -(TM)s doing and this is what happened after that. Hi. My name is Megan. I live with my parents, who work crazy long hours, so I -(TM)m left alone a lot. We have a nice house in Coral Gables, which is in Florida. I -(TM)m 14 and I -(TM)m a senior at Our Sisters of Perpetual Orgasm Middle School. We have a neighbor named George. I think of him as Old George. Everyone keeps telling me I -(TM)m pretty but I don -(TM)t think so. I mean, my boobs are still kinda small (I barely fill out my b cup bras), my hips are still slim and my dark brown hair just hangs limp, so I wear it in a pony tail. I think my best feature are my dark eyes. They look mysterious ... ha, ha, ha. I play a lot of sports and that makes me think I look too athletic (got muscles?) but again, everyone keeps telling me I look great, so there -(TM)s that. I -(TM)m a virgin but I think a lot about sex and I masturbate ... a lot, he, he. And for some reason, when I -(TM)m touching myself, I like to think about old guys, like, you know, like my teachers or the old crossing guards or even the old guy who lives next door. Weird, right? I know, I -(TM)m perverted or something. Many of the houses in our neighborhood have a high fence around their back yards, including ours, and for the last couple of years, when my folks were working, I -(TM)ve been sunbathing with my top off by the pool. And masturbating, which is fun to do in the sunshine. I slip my hands inside my bathing suit bottoms and touch myself, you know ... there. (OK, the truth is, I take off the bottoms too, because I enjoy being naked ... I like the way it makes me feel, he, he. Or if it was after school and I was too lazy to change, I -(TM)d just pull up my pleated school skirt and put my hands inside my panties. I love feeling myself and putting my fingers into myself and it -(TM)s fun to imagine someone is watching me. I know, I -(TM)m bad, right? I -(TM)m such a naughty 14 year old girl ... ha, ha, ha. All this time I assumed no one could see me, so I felt, you know, very private when I was almost naked and masturbating, fantasizing (that -(TM)s a very grown up word) that someone could really see me, which was fun. Until just recently, when I found out that not only could someone really see me but that he -(TM)d been watching me for a couple a years. Or as long as I -(TM)d been touching myself in our backyard! What the fuck! I -(TM)d just gotten home from school ... my parents were working, of course ... and I was in the mood for touching myself in the backyard. (OK, so I usually feel like touching myself.) I laid down on my favorite lounge chair, facing the sun, which is also in the direction of one side of the fence. I lifted my knees up, which made my blue pleated skirt fall back, revealing my white cotton panties, like if anyone were watching. I put my fingers into the elastic and pulled them off my hips and down. I spread my legs wide. The sun feels so good on my naked vagina and I ran my fingers along the slit. I was doing this for a while and oomph, I was getting very turned on and I was about to have an amazing orgasm, when I heard a grunt and a sound like something falling, from the other side of the fence. Where old George lived. What was going on? George was a nice, friendly old man, kinda heavy, mostly bald, he was always smiling at me when we saw one another. My mom said he was 70 years old, which is older -(TM)n dirt. When I was a girl, I used to go over to his house and sit on his lap and he would rock me up and down, while we watched TV. I remember he sometimes made funny sounds when we did that and once, when I asked him, he said it was because I was such a nice little girl. We haven -(TM)t done that in a long time, since I started growing up and my mother told me it was probably better if I didn -(TM)t go over there any more. I never thought to ask her why. I pulled up my panties, grabbed a chair, brought it to the fence, climbed up and peered over. George was lying on the grass and next to him was a tipped over chair. And OMG, he was naked! -George! What are you doing? Are you alright? And WTF, you -(TM)re naked! Why are you naked in your backyard, George? - I couldn -(TM)t help it. I starred at his little, shriveled up penis. Except for the internet, I -(TM)d never actually seen a naked grownup, not with his thing hanging out. -Fuck -, I thought to myself. Had he been looking at me? And do all old guys have such small penises? (Yeah, I know they -(TM)re called cocks or dicks but a sweet, innocent, young schoolgirl like me doesn -(TM)t use that kind of language. Much.) -George. Are you OK? And why the fuck are you naked? - (OK, I guess I do use that kind of language.) He looked up at me and grunted with a pained look in his face but he didn -(TM)t say anything. He -(TM)s pretty big and I guess he fell off his chair and landed funny. But what was he doing sitting on a chair, naked, next to the fence that separates our houses? -I -(TM)m coming, George. Don -(TM)t worry, I -(TM)ll help you. - Ordinarily, George would have been delighted to be naked in front of his young neighbor but this wasn -(TM)t ordinarily. He was a big man and when he fell over, the wind had been knocked out of him, so he lay on his side, very embarrassed, not yet able to do anything but grunt. What happened? Oh, yes, he remembered. He -(TM)d been spying/peeping on her, jerking off, like he -(TM)d done so many times before but then the chair collapsed. Cheap shit. He looked up at his neighbor girl, who was climbing over the fence, over to his side. She moves so gracefully, he thought. When she hopped down, her skirt flew up and he was treated to a view of her white cotton panties underneath but at the moment he really couldn -(TM)t enjoy it. She landed just as gracefully. Must be all the sports she plays, he thought to himself. -Looks like you got the wind knocked out of you, George. Let -(TM)s see if you can sit up and as soon as you -(TM)re able, we -(TM)re going to talk about why you -(TM)re naked and what you were up to. - I noticed a bottle of water laying on the grass. Looks like he was here a while. WTF? As soon as he was able to sit up, I gave him the water. -I can see that one of the legs of your chair broke, so that explains why you fell over. But that doesn -(TM)t explain... - -Thank you for your help, Megan -, he cut in. -Whew. That -(TM)s better. I guess I owe you an explanation but I -(TM)d like to put some clothes on. They -(TM)re inside. Please help me in and I -(TM)ll tell you about it. - Curious as hell, I helped old George to his feet and followed him into his house, which was pretty weird, as he was still naked. That is one ugly ass, I thought. Kinda fat and flat. I -(TM)ve never seen a naked man before ... only on the internet but there were differences. For one thing, it seemed his balls were hanging pretty low and when he bent forward, unsteadily, I could see there was hair around his asshole. It -(TM)s funny but that didn -(TM)t gross me out at all. In fact, it made me really, really interested in knowing what was going on, although to be honest, I pretty much already knew he -(TM)d been peeping on me. Perving. I should -(TM)ve been upset but for some reason, I wasn -(TM)t and I didn -(TM)t bother to wonder why. We were in the living room and George told me to sit anywhere. I took a chair with arms, so I -(TM)d be comfortable. With his thing hanging between his legs, he went into his bedroom and after putting on some shorts and a t-shirt, he came back, sat down across from me and had some more sips from his water bottle. I noticed he was sweating. -First thing, Megan ... please don -(TM)t tell your folks or anyone else, for that matter. I could get in a lot of trouble and truly, while I am totally embarrassed, I mean no harm. - I didn -(TM)t know where to go with this. I had no experience with anything like it. Here was an old man who had been naked and perving on me and he -(TM)s a little panicky. At the same time, this was something outside of my frame of reference and was really interesting. Well, let -(TM)s just wing it (something I -(TM)m not used to doing, btw) and let -(TM)s see what he has to say. -Are you a dirty old man, George? - -I guess I am, Megan but honest, I mean no harm. But you are so young and so beautiful. Even more so than when you were a little girl and I used to bounce you on my knee. - That triggered some memories and now that I knew Old George was a perv, I had a couple of questions about that bouncing on his knee business but they would wait for later. -Why were you naked, George? Are you naked a lot? - I didn -(TM)t think about it at the time but looking back on it, I guess I was feeling kinda sexy talking about this stuff. It felt like sex talk, which feels sexy and sorta scary, except it was with Old George. Weird, right? -I enjoy being naked, Megan. It feels nice. It feels sexy and even an old guy like me can feel sexy. I -(TM)m naked around the house and I go to the naked beaches a lot, where I look at the naked women and the naked girls and some of them are younger than you. Yeah, I admit it ... I -(TM)m a dirty old man. - -You were looking at me, weren -(TM)t you, George. Looking at my body and watching me touch myself. - I was talking sex talk and it was turning me on. -Do you like touching yourself when you -(TM)re naked? - -You are so sexy, my dear. You have no idea. Just sitting here talking to you is ... I -(TM)m afraid to say it... - -Just say it, George. - -OK, yes, it -(TM)s turning me on and I want to take my clothes off. And when I watch you in the back yard, that turns me on even more and I touch my cock and my balls and I masturbate. I jerk off, Megan and sperm shoots out ... well, dribbles out. - -Jerking off? Ew! Like how? When I -(TM)m naked? When I ... uh, touch myself? When I, I, uhh ... masturbate? You -(TM)ve watched me masturbate, George? I mean, Jesus, man, I -(TM)m only 14. What are you, some kind of Peeping George or something? - By this time I was feeling a little flushed, except wasn -(TM)t that weird? I -(TM)ve never talked like this to one of my girlfriends, much less someone like Old George, my neighbor, who -(TM)s been peeping on me while I was taking my clothes off? And masturbating? I should be outraged but I wasn -(TM)t. -Yes, Megan ... when you -(TM)ve touched yourself. - This is getting really weirder, I was thinking. -OK, so I never saw you looking over the fence. How were you able to see me? - My sense of mild shock was wearing off, replaced by a very interested curiosity. And something else ... hmm. -There -(TM)s a crack; a hole in the fence. I -(TM)ve been looking through it for a couple of years. Since you were 12, I guess. I would get naked... - -Wait! You -(TM)ve been watching me since I was 12 years old? You -(TM)re a fat old man, sorry George, and our neighbor, and you -(TM)re jerking off while I undress and play around in between my legs? I barely had any hair down there when I was 12. And it -(TM)s not like I got a whole bush there now. I mean, what the fuck, George? - -Actually, Megan ... while I -(TM)ve been watching you since you were 12, you didn -(TM)t start masturbating till last year, when you were 13. - -What? Have you been keeping a fucking diary, for fuck sake? - All pretensions of virginal language were falling away. -Wait! A hole? In the fence? What hole? I never saw any hole. Show me this hole. Since I was 12? Jesus, George! - Lots of different feelings were going on inside me ... and in between my legs. -Come outside, Megan. I -(TM)ll show you. - We went outside to his backyard, to the fence, where the small chair still lay on its side. He bent over and sure enough, there it was. A hole. Just low enough that he could sit on his little chair and peep through. -Show me, George. - -Right here, right now? - -Yeah, I wanna see. - -Well, OK. Here goes. - At this point, the old perv had nothing to lose. He propped the leg back under the chair. He took off his t-shirt and his shorts. He was naked and to be honest, it wasn -(TM)t a pretty sight but for some reason, that didn -(TM)t seem to matter, because this whole situation was so ... uhh ... sexy? No, that can -(TM)t be right. He sat down carefully. But his thing was soft. I wanted to see it get hard. -It -(TM)s soft, George. I want to see it get hard. I -(TM)ve never seen a man with his thing hard. In fact, I never seen a ... penis. Touch it. I wanna watch. - -It -(TM)s called a cock, dear child. - -OK, I -(TM)ve never seen any cock, much less a hard one. Show me. And don -(TM)t dear child me, OK George? - He spread his legs and started stroking his cock, which was fascinating to my young mind (and my young pussy) but while it got a little bigger, it didn -(TM)t get real hard, you know, like in the pornos. -Why isn -(TM)t it getting hard? I wanna see it get hard. - -~She wants to see me stroking my hard-on? I don -(TM)t think she -(TM)s as innocent as she seems -(TM), thought Old George, as he continued to stroke himself in front of the teenager. -It needs some stimulation, Megan. When I do this I -(TM)m usually watching you undressing and touching yourself. If you lifted up your skirt and showed me your panties, that would help, OK? So if you would, please reach down and pull your skirt up to your waist. - He couldn -(TM)t believe how this was going. There -(TM)s a funny look in his face, I thought. Almost hungry but what the fuck. He -(TM)d seen everything else and not even thinking about what I was doing, I lifted my blue school skirt to my waist, showing my 70 year old neighbor my white panties. My long, naked legs were pressed together, forming a V at the crotch. He started pulling on himself a little harder. I felt a tingling in my vagina. This was really weird but I wanted to see what happened when he watched me, I told myself. -Do you like this, George? - I did a turn, showing him my tight cotton panties all around, from the side and from the back. -Oh, my, you sweet thing, yes. You have such beautiful legs, Megan but I need to see your panties closer, so please pull your skirt above your waist. Ohh, that -(TM)s beautiful. I don -(TM)t want you to be embarrassed, Megan but I can see a few of your pubic hairs sticking out. - Shouldn -(TM)t I be embarrassed about that?, I asked myself. Or any of this? -And I can also see the lips of your cunt clearly outlined through your panties. Oh, my -, he breathed and continued pulling on himself. -You know, -~cunt -(TM) is a very bad word, George but I guess is you -(TM)re looking at it it -(TM)s OK to call my vagina a cunt. - -But I -(TM)m afraid this chair is going to collapse. Would it be OK if we went inside? We can continue in there. - I should have said no. I should have been outraged. I should have threatened him with exposure. Instead, I said: -Sure, George. That would be better, I guess. - I mean, WTF was up with that?, I should have wondered. But I didn -(TM)t. I let the dress fall and we went back inside, George with his flabby behind and wobbly dick and me with all kinds of hormonal curiosity, although I couldn -(TM)t have said so at the time. George, who was still sweating (ew), plopped down in his couch and motioned for me to sit back in the soft easy chair with the soft arms, across from him. -So let me see what you do when you -(TM)re watching me in the backyard, George. Is this, like a fantasy? - He fondled himself as he looked at the virginal 14 year old girl sitting opposite him in her school clothes, who was looking back at him fondle himself. In all his life of peeping and being pervy, this was a highlight. He started getting hard. -You know, Megan, like outside, this will work better if you, uhh ... you know ... remove some of your clothes. - He was right of course. I had to do my share. But I wasn -(TM)t sure how to proceed. -What should I do, George? - -Why don -(TM)t you start by unbuttoning your blouse, my dear. And I -(TM)ll just continue to show you what I do when I -(TM)m watching you in the backyard. - George couldn -(TM)t believe his luck. He didn -(TM)t know what was going on with his young neighbor but he wasn -(TM)t going to say no to it. -OK - and I began unbuttoning my white school blouse. I didn -(TM)t know it but I was getting flushed. Then it occurred to me that this was a little like my fantasies about being looked at without any clothes on by old men but then I dismissed the thought. Naa. Couldn -(TM)t be like that. But then, what was I doing? I -(TM)m sitting in this old guy -(TM)s house and undressing while he -(TM)s jerking off. I undid all the buttons on my blouse. -Now what, George? Are you going to have an orgasm? Are you going to cum? - -Not yet, my dear. I need more, uhh ... stimulation. I like your regulation white school bra and I already know you -(TM)re wearing white panties. Why don -(TM)t you, uhh ... spread your legs and show them to me again? - I didn -(TM)t even realize how much part of me was enjoying this. I spread my legs and hiked up my skirt, so Old George could look at me underneath my skirt and see my panties. He whimpered and pulled on his cock harder. -Oh, my sweet girl ... you have no idea. Your white inner thighs are as smooth as glass. Your white panties are cotton, aren -(TM)t they? They look so good around your thighs and covering your, uhh ... vagina? - Pant, pant. -The grown up word for your vagina is your cunt, Megan. Cunt. 14 year old cunt. - Uh, uh. He decided to go for it. -Now pull your blouse out of the waistband of your skirt ... that -(TM)s a good girl ... so I can better see your bra ... and if we -(TM)re to make this realistic, I -(TM)ll need to watch you touching yourself, OK? So I want you to take your panties down and pull them to your ankles and then off. - I thought about this but I couldn -(TM)t argue with him on it, so I pulled my blouse out from my skirt, put my legs together, took my small white cotton panties by the white elastic waistband and slipped them down, leaving me completely exposed below waist. I took them off. Oh my, my err ... cunt was wet. This was exciting, showing Old George my body. My skirt was bunched around my waist. -Thank you for exposing your genitals, Megan. You have a nice growth of dark hair covering your pubes. Now put your legs over the arms of the chair, for me please, so your legs are spread far apart. So I can see your cunt in all it -(TM)s youthful glory. - -Is that what you want, George? For me to spread my legs, so you can see my vagina? My cunt? It -(TM)s wet, you know. I can feel moisture there. - I was jolted into complete awareness by his request and my reaction. I stared down at my exposed pubic mound below the gathered folds of my skirt. My cunt rose gracefully to the pubic hair at the union of my long, slim legs. I saw my naked hips and abdomen, framing my partially concealed, white vulva and finally realized that I was going to openly expose the most intimate, personal part of my body, for this man to enjoy, so I could watch him jerk off. It seemed like the right thing to do, I guess, although some part of me felt like such a slut. Except that, too, was turning me on. I gathered up all of my nerve and slowly began to spread apart my lean legs to reveal my genitals to this old man, who was seated just a few feet away from me. First I put my right leg over the soft right arm of the chair and then the left, forming a broad, open V with my thighs. A thrill ran though me unlike anything I -(TM)ve ever experienced, because only my gynecologist has ever seen me this spread open and exposed. George grunted and started pulling on himself furiously. -The hair covering you have between your legs isn -(TM)t so thick that it hides your outer lips, which are virginal pink, Megan. Magnificent. Puffy and smooth, like a 14 year old virgin should be. Now please pleasure yourself, as I watch and I -(TM)ll continue to show you what I do in my backyard while I watch you, because I know that -(TM)s what you -(TM)re curious about. - -~Whatever -(TM), he thought. He -(TM)d say anything to keep this going. Megan -(TM)s genitals were spread open completely and her anus came into the old perv -(TM)s view. As her outer lips widened, her inner lips finally pulled slowly apart and yawned open, free from each other. The pink wetness of her vulval interior glistened and her vaginal opening contracted involuntarily into a tight closure. Her clit came into view. -Do you like it, George? Do you like what you see? I -(TM)m a 14 year old virgin and I -(TM)ve got my blouse wide open and my legs spread apart, without my panties on and I -(TM)m masturbating ... just like in my dreams. - -Mumph. My dear, you have no idea how much I like what I -(TM)m seeing now. Bbbbllphmmfp. Uhh ... in your dreams, you say? - -I guess you like it because you -(TM)re pulling on yourself pretty hard, there, George. - -But what about you, Megan? Do you like watching me? Is that what your dreams are? - -Yes -, I muttered quietly; unsure of myself, as I continued to massage my little button in this old man -(TM)s view. -I have dreams about exposing myself to old men. - -I can -(TM)t hear you, sweet dove. What did you say? - -I said, Yes, George. Yes, I like showing you my cunt, with my legs spread open like this. And I can -(TM)t believe I -(TM)m saying this but I like that you -(TM)re watching me masturbate. - -Oh, my sweet girl. - -George ... while I -(TM)m touching myself, tell me about when you used to bounce me on your knee. - -Ahh, sex talk -(TM), he thought. This 14 year old is something. In spite of being a virginal, innocent Catholic school girl, she -(TM)s really getting off on it. He pulled on himself even harder, as memories of the knee-bouncing came flooding back to him. -How much of it do you remember, my dear? - -Not much. It was years ago. Mostly all I remember is that I used to come visit you and sit on your lap. - -Yes, you did. It started when you were around 6 or 7, as I recall and continued till you were around 9 or 10. I -(TM)m surprised you don -(TM)t remember. - -Tell me. I want to hear. While I -(TM)m spread open like this and we -(TM)re masturbating. Tell me. - -You used to come to my house in the afternoons, when your parents were still at work. You usually wore tank tops or t-shirts and shorts. I remember you had yellow ones and red ones and other colors. Are you sure you want to hear this, my dear? - -Yes, George, please. It feels good touching myself while you tell me. - -OK, then. You would come over to watch TV with me. I -(TM)d get naked and you would sit on my lap. I would get erections and rub my cock against you. - -Jeez, George, what a degenerate pervert pedophile you were. Except listening to you makes me hot and I don -(TM)t understand that. Look at me between my legs. I -(TM)m sticking my fingers into my cunt, while my legs are spread for you to see. Tell me more. Please, tell me more. - George continued: -I would touch you between your legs, along your smooth thighs. I would put my hands inside your shorts and your little girl panties and touch your little cunny. - -God, George, oh God! Fuck, That -(TM)s so fucking hot. Watch me. I -(TM)m going to cum. Watch me, watch me. OH FUCK! FUCK, NOW, NOW! - -Me, too, my child. I -(TM)m jerking off while you ... ah, ah, stroking my cock. AHH ... AAAAA - and cum actually shot out of the old man for the first time in years, while young Megan had the strongest orgasm of her young life. George slumped in his couch, cum dripping down from his rapidly shrinking cock, Megan -(TM)s legs slipped off the arms of the easy chair and lay splayed in front of her. They both calmed and caught their breath. -What the fuck was that, George? - I started pulling up my panties. Would you tell me, please? I -(TM)m a good girl. I don -(TM)t do things like that. - Still out of breath: -Well, I suppose, my child, that part of you isn -(TM)t quite the good girl you thought you were. - I buttoned my blouse and got up from the chair, feeling amazing but at the same time, very self conscious about what had just happened. He said to me: -Did you say you fantasized about old men, Megan? Men, like more than one? - -Yes, why? - -Because I have two very good friends who are about my age, who I -(TM)ve told about you and watching you. - -OK, so? - -So they both said they would love an opportunity to watch you. What do you think? - -I think I have to go home, George. I feel really weird about this and I have to think about it. By. - As I left, I looked at George and he was still sitting in his couch, looking exhausted, his sperm dribbling down from his shrunken cock. Really weird. Over the next few days, I agonized over what had happened. On the one hand, the experience electrified me and was crazy sexy and I masturbated while thinking about it (in my bed, thank you) and on the other hand, I felt like a sick, perverted slut. Imagine undressing and masturbating in front of my old neighbor while he jerked off? I could never tell anyone about it, I thought, as I massaged my clit to another explosive orgasm. Chapter 2: Old George's Old Friends It was about a week later. I was coming home from school in my usual uniform of a white, short sleeved, collared blouse with buttons down the front, a blue pleated skirt, white socks and tennies. And my usual white bra and white panties. I -(TM)m a young girl and I don -(TM)t date and I really don -(TM)t have need for anything fancier. As I walked past George -(TM)s house, I saw there were a couple a cars parked in front of it. George had guests. Were these the old guys he told me about? The ones who wanted to look at me? I felt a tingle between my legs, as I went inside my house. I put my books down and went to the fridge for a soda but there was a knock on the door. I turned around to answer it. -Hello Megan. I just noticed you walking home from school. How are you, dear? - -You just noticed me, George? What were you doing ... watching for me to come home? I -(TM)m fine, by the way. - -Yes, well I have some milk and fresh baked cookies and I -(TM)d love to share them with you. I remember when you were very young, how much you enjoyed that. - -Well, you know me, George. I love warm home-made cookies. But I see cars in front of your house. Do you have company, George? - -Why yes, my child. I have two friends that are visiting me; really fine gentlemen. The ones I told you about. Why don -(TM)t you stop by, have some milk and cookies and say hello? I know they -(TM)d love to meet you. - -Did you tell them about your peeping through the fence at me and about what we did the other day? - Something inside me was lighting up. -I might have mentioned it but my, you look lovely today, Megan, in your pretty school clothes. Let -(TM)s get you some of those cookies while they -(TM)re still warm. - -~Oo, warm cookies and milk -(TM), I thought. -~And a chance to meet new people. How nice. -(TM) We walked next door, to George -(TM)s house. I could smell fresh baked cookies as soon as he opened the door. Yummies. We went inside and there were two old guys and when they saw me, their eyes opened real wide, like they were startled or something. They got up when we entered the living room. -Megan, I -(TM)d like to introduce you to my very good friends, Mr. Dow and Mr. Jones. - -How do you do, sirs? My name is Megan. - -My God, she gorgeous -, Mr. Dow said as he seemed to be sucking in his breath, which I didn -(TM)t understand. -And so young. - -And she looks so innocent -, said Mr. Jones, also speaking very low. Don -(TM)t these guys know I can hear them? Mr. Jones asked: -George, how did you ever...? - -Gentlemen, please. I invited Megan over for some milk and cookies. Let -(TM)s give the young lady a chance. We can get acquainted while she -(TM)s enjoying her snack. Megan, I might have mentioned, lives right next door. She -(TM)s 14 years old and she just got home from school, as you can see from her school clothes. - -Of course. Very nice to meet you -, said Mr. Dow. -Yes, indeed -, said Mr. Jones. -Very nice to meet you. And I must say, you are lovely, my dear. - -Thank you, sir. Same here. Not lovely, I mean... - -No need, Megan. We know what you meant. - Mr. Dow looked a lot like George. Old, kinda overweight and kinda bald. But Mr. Jones was the most handsome old guy I -(TM)d ever seen. He was trim, he had a kindly face and he had all his hair, although it was all gray and white. And he dressed nice. -May I take a picture of you? - As Mr. Dow pulled out his phone. -Gentlemen, please! -, said George. I live right next door. We -(TM)ll have no picture-taking of a 14 year old girl. - -Of course. How stupid of me -, said Mr. Dow, looking a little unhappy. -Shame, though. - I listened to them with interest. I -(TM)ve had my picture taken before. It -(TM)s no biggie. But why was it a shame? Oh well. -Why don -(TM)t you sit down in the comfy chair, my dear. I -(TM)ll get the milk and cookies from the kitchen. - I plopped myself down in the chair, opposite the two men on the couch. It was the same one I was sitting in the other day when George and I uhhh... I didn -(TM)t know what to say, so I just sat there, feeling stupid, when I realized they were looking at my legs. No, that -(TM)s not right. They were looking in between my legs. Shit. When I sat down my skirt rode up on my thighs and my legs weren -(TM)t closed, which was very embarrassing and I pulled my skirt down primly and closed my knees. It didn -(TM)t immediately occur to me that I -(TM)d spread my legs obscenely in that very chair for George only a few days ago. Then it hit me and I didn -(TM)t know what to do, so for the time being, I kept my knees together and just smiled ... not sure what I was doing there. The two old guys had funny looks on their faces, like they were hungry, which made me feel uncomfortable. This was awkward. Thankfully, George came back with the milk and cookies and put them on an end table, near my chair and joined his two friends on the couch, opposite me. This was after school snack time and I dove into the warm cookies, which relaxed me. I didn -(TM)t realize it at the time but my legs had also relaxed and sorta opened themselves. -Megan goes to Our Sisters of Perpetual Orgasm Middle School, where, she tells me, she -(TM)s a very good student. She -(TM)s in the 8th grade. Is that correct, dear? - -Uh, huh. - Munch, munch. -Only 14 -, sighed Mr. Dow. -And only in the 8th grade -, sighed Mr. Jones. -Tell us, Megan ... It seems a little unusual that a girl as young as you would enjoy the company of old men, such as ourselves. - -Oh, I -(TM)m really OK, with it, sir. In fact, I kinda like it. Old guys, that is. - Feeling much more comfortable now, I smiled at George. He smiled back. -I have fantasies about old guys. Oops. Maybe I -(TM)m not supposed to say that. - -It -(TM)s quite alright, Megan -, said George. -I may have spoken to my friends a little about you. I hope you don -(TM)t mind. - -Well, umm ... like what, George? - Was it my imagination or did it suddenly get warmer in here. And are those guys leering at me? I may be young and naive but I know what -~leering -(TM) is when an old guy looks at you like that. -I -(TM)ve told them about my peeping on you. - -You have? - That you -(TM)ve been naked while watching me undress and masturbate in my backyard since I was 12? You told them that, you old perv? - -Since she was 12, George? - Mr. Dow asked. -My God! - And he rubbed himself through his pants. Was he jerking off inside his pants? -Yeah but I only started masturbating last year, so it -(TM)s not like I was doing it since I was 12. - Shit, now I -(TM)m telling them about my masturbations. What the fuck was wrong with me, here? -Yes -, said George. Quite right. I -(TM)ve watched Megan undress and spread her legs and finger herself since she was 12 but she didn -(TM)t have her first orgasm until she was 13. - -Jesus! - Said Mr. Jones and he also rubbed himself through his pants. -This is unbelievable. - I was feeling even warmer. This sex talk was making me feel kinda nice between my legs. Trying to be cool about it, I rubbed my thighs together slowly, part of me hoping they wouldn -(TM)t notice and part of me hoping they would. -Megan? I have to admit I told my friends about your fantasies and about last week. - Totally embarrassed: -You told them I took my clothes off and masturbated while you watched me and jerked off? Is that what you told these old men, George? I mean, Jesus, what they must think of me! - -Actually -, said Mr. Dow. -We think you are a very beautiful, very sexy young woman and looking at you sitting there, all innocent, with your short school skirt riding up your thighs, exposing your gorgeous legs, we can see why George is so fond of looking at you. I would be, as well and I think I can speak for Mr. Jones that he agrees. - -Quite -, Mr. Jones agreed. -And I think I can speak for Mr. Dow that it would be fantastic if we could get naked and watch you, also ... for your fantasies, that is - -Jeeze, I -(TM)m a house with a whole bunch of pervs, who just wanna watch me undress and stick my fingers in myself. I -(TM)m only 14, for fuck sake. - -Yes, we are pervs, Megan but would you like to tell my friends of your fantasies about being watched by perverted old men? - -~Jesus, their eyes just lit up and they -(TM)re rubbing themselves harder. -(TM) Well, it was fun. I mean, they -(TM)re only fantasies, right? And about last week with George? Also a fantasy. -Yes, Megan, - said Mr. Jones. -Please tell us about these fantasies of yours. About old men. - -Yes, please, dear child -, implored Mr. Dow. -Tell us of your 14 year old girl fantasies. - -Jeez, I dunno. - -George? - -Yes, dear? - -Maybe if you took your clothes off and got naked? - George lit up. -Why, that -(TM)s an excellent idea, Megan. How thoughtful of you to ask. - And he began to undress, loving being naked in front of this beautiful, innocent 14 year old 8th grader; showing her his old man -(TM)s cock and balls. -So what about your fantasies, little miss? - -Well, OK. I guess so. Except this is all very private and you know, kinda embarrassing. - I wasn -(TM)t even aware of it but my legs had spread apart and my blue pleated skirt rode up even higher on my thighs. The men looked in between my legs and rubbed the boners I could see in their pants. -Is this getting you excited, sweetie? - -Excited? Gee, I dunno, George. What does that mean? And it -(TM)s kinda warm in here, doncha think? - -Why don -(TM)t you tell us your fantasy, Megan? - -Well, OK. You see, I like old guys. And, I guess, pervy old guys, like you, I guess. In my fantasies, I take my clothes off in front of old men and I -(TM)m forced to masturbate, while showing off my body to them. Also, they take their clothes off, also and jerk off. It -(TM)s kinda like what me an George did last week, except I -(TM)m very embarrassed right now. - -Please, dear heart -, said Mr. Dow. -Don -(TM)t be embarrassed. Why don -(TM)t Mr. Jones and I remove our clothing to make you feel less embarrassed. - And without waiting for a reply, the two men joined old George in removing their clothing. I -(TM)d never seen anything like it. Not even in the pornos. Three old men were taking their clothes off right here, right now, in front of me. And one of them is gorgeous. There was no other way to look at it ... this was my fantasy and I was getting very hot. Wow. Just look at all these cocks and balls. And they -(TM)re getting hard. -Jeez, George, you -(TM)re taking your clothes off and now Mr. Dow and Mr. Jones are taking their clothes off and you all have boners and your cocks are really beautiful and ... Oh shit! Should I not have said that? - -It -(TM)s quite OK, dear girl. Showing you our cocks and our balls is our fantasy, like it is yours. - The three men were now naked and stroking their cocks. -Do you like what you see, little girl? Asked Mr. Dow. -Three old men stroking their hard cocks while you watch? - -Little girl -, said Mr. Jones. -Yes, I like that. It appeals to the perv in me. - Isn -(TM)t there something you -(TM)d like to do now, little girl? - -I -(TM)m not sure. - -George? You want me to open my blouse and show you my girlish white bra, while you and your friends watch me? I mean ... I -(TM)m only 14 and all of you are like, really old. What will your friends think, George? - -Well, my dear, I -(TM)ve already seen your bra and it is quite charming but as for my friends, here, I think they would be quite happy about it. - -Oh yes, Little Ms. -, said Mr. Dow. Please proceed. - -And if you wouldn -(TM)t mind, little girl, please stand up while you do this, so we can see you better for our fantasies of you. By the way ... you don -(TM)t mind that I call you little girl, do you? - I liked the idea of standing up while taking my clothes off and as I was getting out of my chair: -I think I like being called little girl by you, sir. I don -(TM)t know why but it makes me feel you know, kinda sexy. - I stood up and started unbuttoning my white, short sleeve blouse, revealing my white bra underneath, while the three old men stroked their cocks. Fully unbuttoned, I pulled it out of the waistband of my skirt and took it off, leaving only the flimsy material covering my small breasts. -Please turn around slowly, Megan -, asked Mr. Dow. Seeing a young girl, with her small breasts in her bra, while still wearing her school skirt is a special joy. Turn to the side and lift your arms, please. I want to see the side of your bra. That -(TM)s it. Now the back please. Oh yes, thank you. - -I see that your bra is a very thin material, with a little lace in the cups. Very sexy -, said Mr. Jones. -Are you a 34-B? - -Yes, I am but to be honest, I -(TM)m not a full B yet. I -(TM)m kind of a 34-A+ - -Megan? May I look a little closer? -, asked the handsome Mr. Jones. He got up, with his boner sticking up and came close to me. What a sight. -May I touch it, little girl? May I feel your breast through the soft material of your bra? - I hadn -(TM)t revealed to George that part of my fantasies about old men where I was being touched by them, so warming to the situation, I replied: -Yes sir. You can touch me there. - George -(TM)s eyes lit up. He didn -(TM)t know that I would allow to be touched. Neither did I but here it was. Mr. Jones stood in front of me and put his hand on my bra and squeezed gently, prodding my small breast through the soft material with his fingers. He felt the nipple, which was hard. I looked down and his other hand was jerking on his cock. I sighed. Then Mr. Dow got up, came over and put his hand on my other breast and fondled it. Two old men feeling me up at the same time. Wow. And then something I wasn -(TM)t expecting at all: both men put their lips and tongues at my nipples through the thin material, making little sucking sounds. -Oooo -, I sighed. -This feels so nice. - And then, completely surprising me by his gentlemanly request, Mr. Jones asked me if he could put his hand under my pleated school skirt, except before I could even consider it, he put his hand under my skirt and felt me on my thighs. I mean, like all over my thighs. Then he moved to the inside and felt the inside of my thighs. And then he touched me on my hip, through my panties and something inside me went a little sideways and then he rubbed my belly through my panties and then he cupped my vagina and pushed his finger into the crease and I stopped breathing. -I -(TM)m an old pervert and I -(TM)m feeling you through your cotton panties, little school girl. You -(TM)re wet between your thighs, did you know that? - Then he put his mouth back on my bra and started sucking at my nipple again. I couldn -(TM)t answer. I couldn -(TM)t speak. But I was making sounds that sounded like cooing. Then Mr. Jones put his hand under my skirt as well and felt my behind, then reached down further and moved his hand underneath, to that place between my vagina and my little hole. Two old men, both sucking my nipples and both with their hands on my most private places, touching me through my cotton panties and I felt like a complete slut and everything started feeling really intense. -Ahhh. AHH. AHHHH. Touching me. There. Ohhh. Old guys. Oh. Oh, my. Under my dress. Feeling me. OHHH ... and I fucking exploded. It took me a moment to get my senses. I guess I lost my balance and fell back into George -(TM)s easy chair. The three men were standing around me. They were still naked and their boners were sticking straight out. -Oh, my, God! What the fuck was that? - -That, dear child -, said George, -was the strongest orgasm I -(TM)ve ever seen anyone have. Here ... have some water. - I sipped. I looked down. My legs were spread apart and my blue skirt had ridden up to my waist when I fell into the chair. My white panties were in full view of the three old men but I was catching my breath, so it didn -(TM)t seem to matter. Reflexively, I started to pull my skirt down, when, -You -(TM)re amazing -, said Mr. Dow. -But we -(TM)re still naked and as you can see, still quite aroused. Please don -(TM)t pull your skirt down little girl. - -Yes -, said Mr. Jones. You are still very, very sexy, little Miss. May we continue? - Old George: -Yes, Megan. We haven -(TM)t finished. Could we continue? - -Yes, George. For sure -. I said. I was only 14 and even an orgasm that strong couldn -(TM)t totally dim my fantasies. I smiled at him. -Sweet child -, George continued. -You looked so sexy when your legs were splayed over the arms of the chair the other day. Could you show my friends what that looks like? - Still smiling, I draped my legs over the arms, opening my legs and exposing the reinforced crotch of my white panties for them to see. I looked down and the crotch was soaked, which was a little embarrassing but then so was my bra wet at both nipples. -God, I need to smell your cunt, little girl. - And Mr. Jones got on his knees, in between my legs. He put his hands on my thighs, leaned his face into my crotch and inhaled, which I thought was a little funny but I didn -(TM)t say anything, as he seemed to enjoy it. His boner was twitching and I was enjoying having the handsome Mr. Jones -(TM) head between my legs and I was getting turned on again. Oh, wow, this was better than my fantasies. Wait. Is that his tongue? He -(TM)s licking at my wetness with his tongue? -Christ! I have my face in the wet crotch of a school girl -(TM)s white cotton panties. And I -(TM)m naked and pulling on my cock. George, do you have some hand lotion? - -Right here. There you are. - What -(TM)s he gonna do with hand lotion?, I wondered. It didn -(TM)t take long to find out, as Mr. Jones stood up between my open legs and put lotion in his hand. What was coming next? -Can you see me, little girl? I -(TM)ve got lotion on my hard-on to make it feel like I -(TM)m fucking you in your young, wet cunt. I -(TM)m jerking off in front of you, pulling on the head of my cock. Now I -(TM)m tickling myself under my balls while I -(TM)m stroking myself. Look at my balls, baby girl. Be daddy -(TM)s good girl, sweetheart and put your hand inside your panties. Your little girl white cotton panties, with the white elastic around your waist and thighs. - I -(TM)d never heard anything like this ... even on the internet. I pulled the elastic aside and put my hand down the front of my panties. I was into it. -Like this daddy? Am I your good girl, daddy, with my hand inside my panties? Do you like watching me, daddy? - -Yes, baby. Oh, FUCK, FUCK, Daddy -(TM)s good girl. YEESSSS!! Watch me cum, sweetheart. - And Mr. Jones was making loud noises and was jerking off and a whole bunch of sperm came out of his cock and landed on my thighs and on the front of my cotton panties and he dropped to his knees, kinda out of breath, like I was before. Wow, what the fuck, like holy shit. Was this Mr. Jones -(TM) fantasy? It wasn -(TM)t mine but that doesn -(TM)t mean it couldn -(TM)t be. I mean, if I have my fantasies about old guys, shouldn -(TM)t it be OK for old guys to have their fantasies about young girls, like me? And the truth is, I was enjoying this. I was the center of attention here. But my world view (a term I learned in school) was changing in a hurry. I liked having such a wonderful orgasm and it turns me on knowing I had it in front of these three old pervs. It was so kinky. My skirt was still up to my waist. I wondered what was going to happen next, when Mr. Dow spoke up. -Jesus, this is fucking incredible -, he said. -It is delightful looking at your underwear, my dear but there -(TM)s something I -(TM)ve always wanted to do but I felt I couldn -(TM)t, except maybe now? - -Yes, sir? - -Megan, my dear, I wish to expose my most intimate place to you. Would that be OK? - -Well, Mr. Dow ... last week I exposed my most intimate place to George, when we were doing fantasies and we -(TM)re doing all our fantasies now, so sure. Show me. I wanna see. - So old Mr. Dow who was still quite naked, stood in between my legs and turned around, facing away from me, showing me his shriveled old ass. But before he could do anything, George got up out of the couch and stepped to my side. -Megan, my child ... please remove your skirt. - -Sure George. I -(TM)m getting kinda, you know, turned on again, so I -(TM)d like to, you know, show you my undies. - Mr. Dow turned around to see what was going on. I stood up, with both George and Mr. Dow standing right in front me. I unhooked my skirt, pulled down the zipper, dropped it to the floor and stepped out of it. You old perverts like looking at this young girl in her underwear? I did a slow turn and I sat back down and like I had for George last week, I draped my legs over the arms of the chair, spreading myself for them. -Stroking my cock in your face is such a turn on, little girl. Look at my old man -(TM)s cock as I stroke it. - Then Mr. Dow turned around, leaned over and with his left hand spread his behind apart, showing me his puckered asshole and with his right hand, he stroked his cock. -Look at my asshole, little girl. Can you see my balls hanging down in between my legs? - -Yes sir ... your private little place is so close to my face I could almost lick it, like they do in the videos. - -Oh, fuck, yes ... an 8th grader licking my butt hole. Shit, shit, SHIT! - Mr. Dow was jerking himself like crazy and grunting and then he yelled and sperm came out of his old cock and dribbled on the floor. I loved seeing this and I was rubbing myself through my panties. George was standing over me, watching and jerking himself. -Megan ... pull the elastic aside and show me your school girl cunt, while I jerk off -, which I thought was a great idea. I pushed the elastic around my thigh to the side, exposing my vagina. I touched myself and inserted a finger into it. -Look at me, George. Look at me finger myself while you -(TM)re jerking off. Come on, George. Let me see it. Let me see it nowwww. - My hips came up off the chair and pushed against my hand. George, pulling on himself and touching his balls underneath groaned and then sperm came out of him, like his friends. Both he and Mr. Dow headed for the couch to fall into it. Mr. Jones was on the floor, kind of propped up on hi elbow, watching what was going on. -Bravo! Bravo! - He yelled. It looks like everyone did the fantasy game and had an orgasm, except I had two orgasms. But then I was only 14 and I understood that. I leaned over to the end table and grabbed the milk and cookies. I was suddenly very hungry. -Wow, this was fun, guys. Do you know any other games? -