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Archive name: moving.txt
Authors name: Jenny Wanshel (chilly2@biosys.net)
Story title : A Moving Experience

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A Moving Experience
by Jenny Wanshel (chilly2@biosys.net)

***

An acomplished young woman brings home a boy-toy who
has obvious assets. (MF, affair)

***

He had balls like a couple of tangerines. I could see 
them under the tight crotch of his cutoff jeans, two 
big plump testicles like the balls of a horse. 

He would bend over to pick up a box, or a piece of 
furniture, and the cutoffs would stretch taut over his 
delicious firm ass, and when he stood up his balls were 
outlined under the snug-fitting denim.

I had picked him up at my garage sale. I needed a 
couple of guys to help me move, and he was a big, 
strong hunk of a boy. I was wearing jeans and a man's 
shirt, with my hair tied back in a ponytail, and I 
leaned way over right in front of him so he could see 
down my shirt and see my big black bra and my tits 
spilling out of it. 

I hooked him, easy. He started talking to me and I 
asked him if he'd be available to help me move, and I 
offered to pay him, and he agreed.

Well, that was one less thing to worry about. I got 
another guy and they came over and helped me load the 
truck -- fortunately, I travel light and I didn't have 
all that much stuff to move -- and they unloaded the 
truck for me. The other boy had to leave and left me 
alone with Will, the boy I had recruited by flashing my 
cleavage. 

There was still work to be done. We had to screw 
together the bed frame and assemble my bed, and so on. 
Otherwise I'd be sleeping with my mattress on the 
floor. 

Will was moving things around as I directed him, and he 
was sneaking little peeks at me, checking me out, at 
the same time I was studying his studly form. Will was 
18, a high school senior, just about to graduate. He 
had sandy, tousled hair and an ingratiating smile. It 
was nice of him to volunteer to help an old woman in 
her thirties.

It was a hot summer day, and Will's t-shirt was 
plastered to his chest. I could see his nipples and his 
hard pecs through the damp cotton. The way his muscles 
rippled when he lifted something heavy was delightful 
to see. I made him pick up a few things that didn't 
even need to be moved, just to watch him.

I don't remember ever enjoying watching boys this much 
when I was a girl. 

I knew that Will would expect to get another look down 
my shirt when he came over to work for me and I had 
dressed so I could give him his reward. A tight, ribbed 
tank top, cut low with a neckline that scooped down to 
there, and a big flannel work shirt over it that I 
could open up and take off as the day got hotter. 

Sweat was pouring down all of us by the time we had the 
truck loaded, and I served a pitcher of lemonade (not 
beer? these were high school seniors, I didn't think 
their parents would approve).  It was nice feeling the 
breeze through the open windows of the truck as we 
drove across town. The other boy drove and Will and I 
crammed into the front seat, squeezed tight next to 
each other, so I could feel his hot, sweaty body jammed 
against mine.

I let my hand lay on his thigh as we jolted across 
town. We were pressed tightly together and I had to put 
it somewhere. My fingertips brushed his leg very 
gently, so casually he couldn't have thought for a 
moment it was deliberate.

Man, those tight cutoffs. He had a nice bulge between 
his thighs, so that he could hardly put his legs 
together. When I spotted those balls bulging in his 
jeans I thought for a moment he had brought along a 
couple of tennis balls or something. Oh...those are his 
testicles, I realized. Well, if he gets fresh with me I 
know where to hit him -- what a fat target!

Not that I would have minded him getting a little fresh 
with me. He was a young guy, and he was working for me, 
and when you're the boss lady it can be a little 
intimidating to a young male. I didn't think he was 
going to get fresh with me at all, more's the pity.

"Nice house," Will commented, as we pulled into the 
driveway of my new home.

"Isn't it? It's a duplex, but the people who live on 
the other side aren't around much. This is their second 
home, and they come out on weekends and in the summer."

There -- smooth move, Jenny. You've just told a couple 
of irresponsible teenage boys where they can break in 
and rob the liquor cabinet because the owner's never 
around. Idiot! 

"Man, this is nice with the woods and all in the back 
yard."

"Those woods extend for half a mile over to the 
highway. I saw a quail in there, not 100 yards from the 
house, and they have deer," I told him.

And if you crossed the highway and climbed up the 
ravine and went about half a mile uphill, into the 
rocks, there was a lovely, crystal pool perfect for 
skinny-dipping. 

Will continued to enthuse about what a great place it 
was as I gave them a quick tour of the apartment and 
showed them where I wanted the furniture to go. I was 
pretty enthusiastic about it myself. Hardwood floors, 
high ceilings, a working fireplace...hmm, I was going 
to need someone to keep me supplied with wood for the 
fire. There was a rick in the back, and once cold 
weather started coming on, maybe one of the boys...? I 
had their phone numbers and maybe after the leaves fell 
I'd give one of them a call. Except they were going off 
to college in the fall, so they wouldn't be around. Too 
bad.

"Let's get the sectional sofa in here first. Can you 
get it through that door?" We went to work getting 
stuff in, and it was hours before we had everything off 
the truck. I wanted to get it back to the rental place 
before they closed so I paid the other boy and he drove 
it back.

I had been sweating like a pig in that hot flannel 
shirt all afternoon. 

Now that the other boy was gone I felt free to take it 
off.

"Aren't you hot?" I said, peeling the sopping wet shirt 
off. "You can take your shirt off if you like." 

Underneath the shirt my t-shirt was plastered to my 
body. You could count every stitch in my bra, and I had 
cleavage spilling out of the low neckline. This was 
Will's reward: he liked looking down my shirt, and I 
was going to let him look all he wanted, as a little 
extra bonus for all the hard work he was doing.

Will peeled out of his t-shirt as soon as I suggested 
it and there we were, chest to chest, he with his young 
muscular brawn and me with my 36D Grade A sweater meat. 

I looked down at myself and saw dewy beads of 
perspiration running into the cleft between my soft 
creamy jugs. I remembered asking my mother once why I 
was growing these big things on my chest, and her 
telling me "It's nature's way of saying "Calling All 
Boys!"" 

Will was looking at them, too. I looked up at his eyes 
and he was looking at my set.

It was four in the afternoon on a summer day, and sweat 
was rolling in little rivulets down his bare torso, and 
sliding under the waist of his cutoffs, much as my 
soft, exploring hand would like to. He had smooth skin, 
and the droplets pouring down his chest reminded me of 
a nice cold Coke bottle on a hot day.

"Would you like a Coke?" I asked, since he had put me 
in mind of it.

"Boy, a nice cold drink would be great. I'm 
sweltering."

I went to the kitchen and got a couple of bottles out 
of the freezer where I had put them to cool quickly. I 
tugged the t-shirt away from my body, once I was out of 
the room, so it wouldn't be so obscenely, transparently 
plastered to my body. I didn't want him to be able to 
see my nipples. At least, not that visibly. There's a 
difference between a nice little tease and making a 
pornographic display of your self, as my mother used to 
point out to me at really inopportune times. (As in: 
"You're wearing THAT to the prom?" as I was heading out 
the door with my date. It wasn't cut that low...)

Will, of course, not being a girl, was oblivious to the 
fact that he was making a pornographic display of 
himself. He was sitting on my couch, a towel spread 
under him to protect the upholstery from his 
perspiration. He was leaning back with his legs spread. 
And even though I had just seen him take his shirt off 
at my invitation, I was stunned, on reentering the 
room, to see a nearly naked man wearing nothing but a 
tight pair of cutoffs. And my lord, you could see up 
the leg of his cutoffs and that white cotton flash must 
be his underwear. (At least he was wearing underwear).

For a moment I forgot where I was. I hadn't expected to 
see a nearly naked man sprawled on my couch, and it 
took me a moment to recall that he had taken his shirt 
off at my invitation.

"Here's your Coke," I gargled in a slightly choked 
voice. 

"Thank you, ma'am." (Ma'am? I'm not that old!) He 
tilted it back and poured it down his throat, his 
adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. The sunlight 
coming in through the big picture window (where were 
those drapes, anyway?) caught the highlights of his 
bronzed skin. His muscular torso gleamed. 

He was sure a good looking boy. I had to remind myself 
that he was there to work, and he was supposed to be 
staring lustfully at me.  Wasn't that on the agenda for 
this afternoon's morale booster? I almost regretted 
that I had pulled my t-shirt away from my skin, but 
since it was still hot it was starting to replaster 
itself. 

"Hmm, what's this?" I asked rhetorically as an excuse 
to lean way over in front of him and dig around in the 
box at his feet. My tits spilled forward nicely and 
swayed in front of him, right at eye level. He could 
hardly fail to notice my big udders hanging down right 
in his face.

"Are you enjoying the view?" I asked, puckishly. He was 
sitting right in front of the picture window, after 
all. 

He shot me a guilt-stricken glance. "Ah, no, er, I 
mean, I wasn't really paying much attention, but the 
view here is great -- you can see the woods and all. I 
bet you can see deer here in the morning sometimes. 
They'll probably come to raid your garbage can if you 
don't keep it locked."

Silly boy, I was letting him look. A man would have 
known to come right back at me with a double-entendre 
of his own, like "Why, yes, I didn't know you could see 
the mountains from here." But they hardly ever do, of 
course. I've been waiting all my life to meet a man who 
could come back at me like that, like Humphrey Bogart 
and Lauren Bacall in "To Have and Have Not". I would 
have given any man my cherry in a second if he had 
talked to me that way, when I still had it. 

I straightened up after letting him look down my 
neckline for about 30 seconds, which is about as long 
as I can go without getting muscle spasms with those 
big heavy things pulling me off balance.

After I stood up I noticed gratifyingly that next to 
those big heavy balls there was a nice stiff erection 
starting to sprout, tenting out his shorts a little. If 
you didn't know you'd think he had stuck the handle of 
his tennis racket in next to those two fuzzy tennis 
balls he was carrying in his pockets.

"You must be glad you're almost done with school, Will. 
It's quite hard, isn't it? -- being a high school 
senior, I mean. How old did you say you were?"

"Eighteen." Just checking. They have laws in this 
state. 

"It's very hot in here. Would you help me open these 
windows?"

We already had most of the other windows open. For some 
reason I was starting to feel warmer.

"Man, that breeze feels good," Will said. It did, too. 
A nice fresh breeze bringing in all the scents of the 
summer woods. 

"At-choo!" Will's sneeze blasted like a crack of 
thunder. I think he got a few little specks of snot on 
my t-shirt. 

"Oh dear, are you allergic? There's probably a lot of 
pollen in the air."

"I'll be fine. Just getting a nice cool blast like that 
when you're overheated makes me sneeze sometimes."

I drank my Coke, and enjoyed the view up his shorts 
from my seat across the room. I cooled off and started 
to get my strength back.  By this time I was extremely 
bushed, although Will was still going strong.

"I think," I said musingly, "we should get some of this 
stuff up into the attic, while I still have you here."

"You have an attic?"

"Uh-huh, and it's a pretty decent size, although I 
don't think you could stand up straight in it. I can 
stand up in it, but I'm about 6 inches shorter than 
you."

"That much? You look taller than that."

"Come stand here next to me and I'll show you."

We stood back to back while we compared heights, which 
allowed his firm ass to rub against mine. Oh, my. 
Delightful.

"I can't see how much taller you are this way. Turn 
around." This was unnecessary but it allowed me to 
stand toe to toe with him. My t-shirt, with its two big 
hemispherical outthrusts, was pressed into his chest.

"You're only about 4 inches smaller than me. Maybe I 
can stand up in the attic too," he said, as my damp t-
shirt pushed against him. I could feel the warmth of 
his chest and my chest getting warmer in response.

I was looking up into his eyes and breathing hard. I 
could feel my nipples stiffening and poking into his 
chest.

"No, I still don't think you can. I should probably go 
up there and you can bring stuff up to me."

"It's going to be as hot as blazes up there."

"I know."

I showed him where the attic entrance was and we pulled 
the ladder down and climbed up to have a look. 

"It's like a freakin' oven up here!" 

"Isn't it? I'm burning up," I said.

"You must be hotter than I am, in that shirt."

"I sure am. I can't stand this. Would you mind if I 
take my t-shirt off? You won't be offended, will you?"

"Uh, no." Of course not. My only reason for going up 
there at all was to have an excuse for shedding some 
more clothes. I had started thinking about the fact 
that he was 18, so he wasn't jailbait, and he was going 
away to college soon anyway, so I wouldn't have any 
trouble getting rid of him. He sure looked mouth-
wateringly good in his near naked state, the sweat 
running down his firm muscular body. His masculine 
scent was driving me crazy.

So I decided to up the ante a little, and see if he 
just liked admiring the view down my shirt or if he 
really meant business. 

"You won't tell anyone, will you? This is kind of 
embarrassing, but it is just so hot. This is like a 
sauna up here."

"No, I wouldn't tell anyone. But why wouldn't you want 
me to tell them?"

"Cause I'm a schoolteacher, and you're just a boy, 
and...well, you know.

People might think things."

"I won't embarrass you, Miz Wanshel. Pinkie swear."

"Pinkie swear." We made the sign, and I turned my back 
on him and peeled my t-shirt off. 

"Now don't look."

I didn't care if he looked or not but a girl must 
always say "Don't look" on these occasions.

I picked up a box and held it in front of my chest and 
turned around. 

I was probably blushing beet red.

"Okay," I said. I clutched the box to my chest to cover 
my breasts up.

He couldn't see anything but my bra straps over the top 
of the box.

"Now go get those three book boxes marked "School" and 
bring them up.

You can just hand them up to me."

I felt flustered seeing the bright look in his eyes. My 
taking my t-shirt off had hit him like a shot of 
amphetamine. 

"You can just hand it up to me," I said when he came 
back with the box.  I hung back from the edge of the 
ladder so he couldn't see me as he pushed the box up. 

He got another box and pushed it up the same way, 
unable to see me in my semi-nude state. I was wearing 
nothing but a bra and cutoffs.

"Damn," he blurted sharply as he descended the ladder 
with a thud. 

"Did you hurt yourself?" I went to the edge and leaned 
over, and as he looked up at me I knew he could see me 
in nothing but my bra as I looked down at him, although 
I must have been somewhat shadowy blocking the light 
from the attic as I was.

"Uh, no, I'm okay. I just slipped there, but nothing 
wrong."

"You sure? I could come down and take a look at it." 

"No, that's all right." 

He went away and came back with another box, and now 
that we had broken the ice and I had let him see me in 
my bra, I let him bring the box all the way up and join 
me in the attic. 

He couldn't stand up straight under the low rafters and 
had to stoop over.

I stood next to him and pretended to be having 
difficulty deciding what my next move was, while he 
sneaked peeks at my full bra. My tits were spilling 
over the tops of my lacy, low-cut cups. It wasn't the 
most comfortable bra for this kind of work and I 
seriously considered taking it off. If I had been alone 
I would have.

"Do you think that old love-seat would fit over there 
where the roof slopes down?"

"If we move some of that stuff, yeah." My landlords 
left a lot of their own stuff up there in the attic and 
it was somewhat crowded.

"Okay, why don't we move it over there, and make room. 
I'll get in there and hand stuff to you."

This took a while, and involved a great deal of me 
bending over and leaning forward so he could see down 
my cleavage and into my bra, and see my swaying chest 
hanging down as I bent over. 

Every time he crouched down to take something from me 
he stretched the crotch of his cutoffs taut, and I 
could see the big round contours his balls made under 
his cutoffs. I sure wanted to get a feel of those round 
things if I could. He had an erection most of the time. 
At first he pretended he wasn't really looking me in 
the chest and then I gave him a little half smile to 
kind of say "I don't mind", and he started looking more 
boldly and frankly staring. My nips were hard like 
little pebbles.

I could see his underwear peeking out now and then. 
Briefs, not boxers.  Nice and tight. His dick must have 
been uncomfortably hard because he had to 
surreptitiously adjust its position a couple of times, 
to make more room for it. 

"Jesus, this is hot up here. I don't think I can take 
much more of this." That was me talking. I was sweating 
so hard -- it must have been over 120 degrees in that 
attic, maybe more -- that my bra was soaked through. My 
soaked cups were semi-transparent and he could see the 
dark circles around my nipples, and my hard, swollen 
areolae standing out. I looked like I need to be 
milked. 

"I don't mind if you want to work some more." 
Indefatigable youth.

"I've had it. Let's go down and get out of this 
furnace."

He went down first, and I took my time coming down the 
ladder so he could check out my legs as I descended. My 
cutoff briefs were pasted against my skin. They looked 
sprayed on, and I do have nice legs. 

I stood next to him in the hallway and looked gently 
into his big soft eyes.

"Wouldn't you like to take a nice cold shower after 
that? I'm drenched."

"Uh, yeah, I could sure use it."

"We'll take turns. I'll go first, I'll be just a 
minute."

I ran into the bathroom, stripped out of my soggy 
clothes, and then leaned out of the bathroom door, 
standing naked behind the door, and called Will.

"Would you throw these in the washing machine for me? 
You don't have to turn it on, just toss them in for 
me." I handed him my damp bra, panties, and cutoffs. He 
looked mildly surprised to have a grown woman handing 
him her underwear.

I turned on the shower and quickly rinsed off, and man, 
it was heavenly to stand under those cold jets and soap 
up and get all squeaky clean.  I made as quick a job of 
it as I could.

"Your turn," I called. I came out of the bathroom 
wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my middle, 
barely covering my tits and ass.

"That was quick," Will commented as he squeezed by me 
in the hall.

"I don't take as long as most women." Will's eyes 
travelled up and down my form appreciatively, enjoying 
the view of pink skin just out of the shower.

Will went in the bathroom and a minute later I heard 
the shower start.  I opened the bathroom door a crack, 
leaned in, and said "Will, I'm going to take your 
clothes and toss them in the wash with mine. They must 
be filthy." 

"What?" He couldn't hear me with the water running.

"I SAID I'M GOING TO THROW YOUR CLOTHES IN THE WASH, 
OKAY?"

"Okay."

I opened the door and went in and got his clothes. They 
were grimy and soaked with sweat. They smelled like a 
locker room, but I mean that in a nice way.

I turned on the cold water in the sink and then flushed 
the toilet.  Will shrieked as the cold water ran out 
and the shower suddenly turned hot.

Well, naturally feeling concerned for his safety I 
forgot myself for a moment and peeked in the shower to 
make sure he was okay. Wouldn't you?

He was too busy fumbling the faucets to turn the hot 
water down and the cold up, to see me peeking in at the 
other end of the shower. 

My, what a nice, manly ass. His buns were perfectly 
ripe. It was like seeing two full moons (now I know 
where that expression comes from). 

I closed the shower curtain and left the room, humming 
a little tune to myself. On the way to the pantry I had 
a look at his briefs. 34 inch waist, no cup size. Too 
bad. When will Calvin Klein realize how much amusement 
this would give the women who do men's laundry? I don't 
think men would buy ill-fitting underwear just to boast 
a bigger cup size any more than women do with bras, 
once they got used to the idea.

I tossed our clothes in the wash and then went to the 
kitchen to rustle us up a little snack. It wasn't 
really popcorn weather but it was all I had, so I made 
popcorn. I had used up most of my groceries in order to 
make the move easier.

Outside, the sun was just starting to go down. You 
could see a perfectly lovely view of the sunset from 
the picture window, too. 

"Will, come see the sunset!" I called.

"I don't have any clothes!"

"Well, just wrap a towel around yourself. Here --" I 
rummaged in a box I hadn't opened yet, found a towel 
just barely big enough to cover him, and passed it 
through the bathroom door. I tried to see the 
reflection of his nude body in the bathroom mirror, 
through the crack in the door, but the mirror was all 
steamed up. 

He came out of the bathroom bashfully, clumsily trying 
to keep the towel from slipping off, and I took him 
into the living room and showed him the sunset. 

"Isn't that a beautiful view?" I said proudly. 

"Man, it's gorgeous. That is one freakin' beeyootiful 
sunset."

You get a lot of shit in the air out that way, from the 
chemical plants, so the sunsets here are gorgeous -- 
purple and red and gold with colorful streamers. And in 
the leaf season, when the trees are all blazing, it's 
even better. Sometimes you have to pinch yourself to 
make sure you're not on drugs.

I took the liberty of putting my arm around his waist.

"I just love my new home. Isn't this great, Will?"

"Yeah. You are really lucky to have this place. I'd 
like to have a place like this when I get set up."

Oh, a conversation! Goodie. "When you get out of 
college, you mean?"

"Yes." 

"What are you planning to do when you get out?" 
Experimentally, I rubbed the side of my breast against 
his arm, very gently. Dunno if he could feel anything 
through the thick terry cloth.

"Shit, I don't know. I don't even know what I'm going 
to major in."

With that cute face and that big rangy body I had a 
feeling he was going to be majoring in girls, or maybe 
girls would be majoring in him.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Will?"

"Nah. I had one, we broke up. That was a while back."

"Well, that makes it a lot easier. Going off to 
college, I mean, if you don't have to break up or try 
to maintain a long distance romance.  You can just make 
a fresh start at your new school."

"Yeah. I hope I meet someone at school. I've been kinda 
lonely since I broke up with Tess."

"What's Tess like?" 

"Oh, she's really bright. She had like a 3.8 grade-
point. She's going to be a pre-med at Stanford."

"That's wonderful. But you should stay away from 
medical students, they won't have any time for 
relationships."

"Yeah, I guess. Tess was really, really neurotic and 
she was so wound up all the time, so there was no way 
it could last."

"Pretty?"

"Oh, she's gorgeous."

"I can just see her. A perky little blonde, with big 
tits."

"Nah. She's a redhead, and they're not all that big."

"Oh....? I thought you were a real chest man, from the 
way you were..."

"Ah, gee, I wasn't-- I didn't mean to offend you." He 
had a mortified expression on his face.

"Oh, you didn't." I smiled at him gently. "I wouldn't 
have let you see me like that if it was a big deal. I 
figured, what the hell, if you can take your shirt off, 
why can't I? Besides, I had my bra on so you couldn't 
really see much."

"No, I couldn't," he lied. 

"Not any more than you could see at the beach," I said.

He bit his lower lip and looked at me.

"Oh, I forgot all about the popcorn!" I dashed into the 
kitchen and got it and we munched for a while and 
sipped our sodas. I sat next to him on the couch. 

We talked about college, and about movies, and this and 
that, and I slipped my arm around his shoulders and he 
didn't move away.

"Will," I said tremblingly, with a quaver in my voice, 
"I'd like you to do something for me."

"Hmm?"

"My back is really throbbing from all that lifting. 
Could you rub some Ben-Gay in for me?"

"Well, sure."

I went to the box with my medicine cabinet stuff in it 
and pretended to rummage around. I didn't want to put 
any of that stuff on my back, really, it smells.

"Well, I can't find it. Could you just rub my back for 
me please?"

I went in the bedroom and lay down on the bed, after 
hastily throwing on some sheets, and then I carefully 
unwrapped the towel and lowered it until it just barely 
covered my ass.

"Just rub hard," I said. "Take your time, no rush."

He rubbed my back very nicely, which was a pleasant 
surprise, and it felt really good. After a time I felt 
his hands wandering cautiously lower down my back, 
closer and closer to my ass.

"You can go lower, if you want," I said in a quavering 
voice. "That feels good."

His hands probed just barely onto the edge of my 
bottom.

"Oh yes, that feels really good. You can go lower."

His hand slid right down onto my gluteus maximus and 
stroked me gently. Then his other hand came down and 
did my other buttock. He was copping a feel. I have a 
nice big ass, if you like big asses.  It embarrasses me 
most of the time.

"That feels nice, Will. You have good hands."

"Thank you," he said in a tense, eager voice. "You have 
a nice body, Miz Wanshel." I looked at him and I could 
see that he had a big hardon under his towel.

"Why, Will, thank you. What do you like about it?"

"Well, um, so--, so, you know, well-shaped, I 
mean....." He was fumbling awkwardly. He couldn't even 
think up a decent compliment, after an opening like 
that.

I rolled over and looked at him. Because this exposed 
my breasts I brought my arm down and folded it across 
my breasts to cover them. 

"Dammit Will, are you going to fuck me or not!"

He looked dumbfounded. He was frozen with shock.

"Will, I watched you waving that big erection in my 
face all afternoon as you ogled my tits. Well, here 
they are. If you like them, tell me I have nice 
breasts. Just say it, that's all you have to do."

"You have...n-n-nice breasts. Miz Wanshel." He was 
blushing furiously and stammering.

"Please call me Jenny. What's nice about them?"

"Well, they're so big, and round..."

"And what do you want to do when you see a big pair of 
breasts?"

"I want to touch them."

"What else?"

"And...suck on them." His voice was practically a 
whisper.

"Speak up, Will."

"Suck on them."

"Would you like to suck on mine?"

"Yes."

"Well, then ask me."

"Uh, um, I guess...Miz Wanshel, can I...suck on your 
breasts?"

"May I, Will. Say may I, it's better grammar. I know 
you can, since you have a mouth. Whether you may is up 
to me."

"May I suck on your breasts, please?"

"Why?"

"Why, because, I... oh the hell with it!"

He lunged across the bed, grabbed me, and forced me 
down. He flung the towel off me and wrestled me down 
and pulled my arms off my chest, exposing my breasts, 
and then his head came down and he took one big hard 
nipple in his mouth and started sucking it, hard. 

Wow! Having him lunge on me like that like a hungry 
barracuda was a thrill. I was swept away. He was so 
much bigger and stronger than I was. And he was in a 
frenzy. 

"Oh, god, Will, yes. Are you hard?" I pulled away the 
towel that was wrapped around him and snaked my hand 
down there and felt him, and he was like six inches of 
rock. 

Then I slid my hand lower and felt his balls. They felt 
big and smooth and round, tucked in tight under his 
cock. They felt like they were just bursting with semen 
and testosterone.

"Oh god, yes. I'm wet, Will. I've been wet for the last 
half hour. Just put it in and do me."

Will was chewing my breasts so hard it hurt, and I 
wiggled my ass around until my pussy was right under 
his dick and started guiding him in. 

I was wide open down there, but it was so rigid I 
couldn't bend it and I had to force him into a better 
position before it started to go in.  And in it went.

"Ow, ow ow! Jesus, that hurts. Stop biting my tits so 
hard!"

He finally noticed that I had his cock in me and he 
started to move, hard. I wasn't wet and open enough 
inside and it hurt, so I had to try to push him off. He 
was trying to rape me, pretty much.  He was going to 
put it in with or without my cooperation, and I was 
trying to cooperate.

His hard penis continued driving into me like it was a 
railroad spike and he was John Henry, the Steel-Drivin' 
Man.

"Will, please! Take your time, slow down, you're 
hurting me. Will, please."

He stopped chewing on my breasts and said "Do you want 
me to screw you, Miz Wanshel? Is this what you want?" 

"Yes, Will, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck 
me good. I want you to fuck my ass off, like the horny 
young stallion you are, and I want you to make me come. 
I'll let you screw me, Will. I just want you to slow 
down and let my pussy get lubricated before you tear 
something down there. Please just back out and then put 
it in slow. Please?"

"I can't help myself. I've just got to screw you or 
I'll go crazy."

"I know, Will. I've been teasing you all afternoon."

"God, Jenny, I want you so badly. Your tits are so 
fucking tremendous.

I wanted you the first minute I saw you."

"When I was bending over in that low cut shirt, you 
mean, at the garage sale? I knew you wanted me, Will, 
when I saw you looking at them. I was showing them to 
you on purpose. That's why I wore that lacy black bra, 
and that's why I picked you to bend over in front of. I 
wanted you and I got you. So now I'm all yours. Fuck 
me, you son of a bitch. Just be gentle.

"And I want you to use a condom."

"Ah, shit."

"Please, Will."

"It's already in."

"That doesn't matter. I've got condoms in my purse over 
there. Just go get one and put it on, and then I won't 
have to worry and I can relax and enjoy myself."

"Ah, okay," he grumbled. He went on put one on and his 
erection did not diminish one iota while he was 
fumbling with the package and getting it on. 

I spread my legs invitingly.

"You could lick me down there a little, if you want to. 
That would help me get wetter."

He looked dubious.

"Did you ever do this with your girlfriend?" I had 
already forgotten her name.

"No."

"Here, it's easy. Each woman is different so you should 
try to get each one to show you how she likes it. Here, 
just stick your tongue up my hole, and try to keep my 
pubic hairs from getting stuck in your teeth."

He put his face against my pussy and I felt his hot 
breath on my crotch and then his tongue wiggled into my 
hole.

"That's very good. Now slide it out of my hole and 
slide it up about two inches until you find my clit. 
No, that's my urethra, keep going.  You feel that 
little bump -- yes, right there, that's it -- sticking 
out about half an inch like a little tiny penis? It's 
erect now, and don't bash it so hard the erection goes 
down. It's very tender and sensitive and wilts if you 
abuse it. 

"You want to lick it oh so gently, like an ice cream 
cone, and keep the erection hard. As long as there's 
blood in it making it stiff you're doing the right 
thing. Make it harder, like you want it to burst, but 
you have to lick it gently with just the tip of your 
tongue....oh, like THAT, yes. Lick me just like that. 
Are you okay down there? Can you breathe? I want you to 
just keep doing that, that's the right pace, don't 
speed it up...oh, yes, yes, yes..." 

He was pretty good at it, actually. It wasn't the first 
time he had done it; a girl had taught him to eat her 
pussy in the 9th grade.  (I remembered her, too. Who 
would have thought prim little Melinda Olcott, 
straight-A student, with her tight blonde braids and 
Peter Pan collars, was teaching boys cunnilingus?)

He got my cunt boiling hot, licking me like that, and 
when I felt sure I was as slippery as an eel inside I 
told him he could try to put his dick in again.

"It would have gone in easier the first time if it 
wasn't so thick," I said. "And so hard! You could hurt 
a girl with that thing." I thought he could use a 
little flattery. And he done such a nice job of sucking 
my clit.

It slid in a lot easier this time. I felt his bigness 
spreading my vaginal muscles wide, like opening an 
oyster. I could smell the inside of my cunt; my 
secretions were pungent and slick.

Slowly he pushed himself into me. His dick was sliding 
in and in and in. And my flower opened up to receive 
him. 

"Will, have you ever fucked a teacher before -- umf! 
That feels good, yeah."

"No, never."

"Did you ever want to?"

"Oh sure, lots of times."

"Oh GOD! I felt that in my teeth! Have you got another 
inch of that thing you can slide up me, sailor? If you 
do I think I'll die."

"I think there's another inch there, yeah. How's this -
-"

And he slid the last inch up me and bang, our groins 
were locked together tight. It had been a while since I 
had felt anything that nice inside of me.

"Oh, god, yes, Will. Do you think you can slide about 5 
and a half inches out now, and just tease the vestibule 
with that big knob on the head of your dick? Yeah, oh 
yeah, like that..."

"How's this?" he said, sawing away.

"Good, good. So Will, since you never got to screw a 
teacher before -- this is your graduation present. 
Tonight you get to screw the teacher."

"Yeah, I've wanted to screw you for years. This is like 
--"

"What??"

"I had a crush on you for years, all the time I was at 
Andrew Jackson..."

"Oh. My. God. Are you an ex-student of mine?"

"No. I went to Andrew Jackson but I never had you in a 
class. But I would see you in the hall, and in the 
cafeteria and so on, and I really had a crush on you. I 
must have jacked off fantasizing about you a hundred 
times."

(Only a hundred?)

"My God, I didn't realize. I didn't recognize you."

"Well, you wouldn't, I never had a class with you. But 
all the boys in the school knew who you were."

"Are you one of those boys who wrote things about 
"Watermelons Wanshel" on the bathroom wall?"

Will laughed. "No, were you sensitive about that? I 
heard about that, I'm sorry. They shouldn't call you 
things like that."

He was screwing me harder and deeper now, and my hips 
were pounding into the bedsprings. 

"No, they shouldn't. But I'm used to it. Boys have been 
making fun of them ever since these melons were little 
cherries." 

"They are gorgeous." My boobs like it when you worship 
them. I could feel them swelling up and getting harder 
and more sensitive.

"So. Will...would you like to suck on my...watermelons, 
while you screw me? Good. Roll over and I'll get on top 
of you."

Will rolled over and I mounted myself on his dick. I 
lay on top of him and lowered my breasts toward his 
mouth so he could suck me while we fucked.

"Oh, god, suck them Will. Can you suck both at once?" 
He could. He got both of my engorged nipples into his 
mouth and gave them a brisk, sloppy tongue whipping, 
while we continued to fuck hard, my crotch slobbering 
down onto his as he humped up at me. 

I looked down at my tits and they had swollen up as big 
as they ever get, a half-inch or so bigger than normal. 
Sometimes they get like that, if I've put on a little 
weight or I'm retaining water, and then I can barely 
get my bra on and still breathe. One day I'll get 
pregnant and they'll stay like that, and I'll be Jenny 
Double-D Cup.

"What do you think all the boys back at Andrew Jackson 
would say, if they knew you finally got to suck Miss 
Wanshel's watermelons?"

"I think they'd kill me. I think if they had ever 
thought some kid had gotten a piece of you they'd have 
waited for him after school and killed him."

"Men. Is killing your answer to everything?"

"I think you're going to kill me if you keep fucking me 
like this.

My dick feels huge."

"Yeah? Do you feel like you're going to explode if I 
keep this up?"

"Yes!"

"Well, good. I am going to make you come now, Will, you 
know why?  Because the sooner you blow this load in 
me...the sooner you will get hard and we will do this 
again!"

"Oh God, Jenny....Miz Wanshel..."

I bounced up and down on his dick, hard and fast, 
fucking him like he was a dildo. His sucking was 
driving my nipples wild.  I was breathing hard and 
sweating, my ponytail whipping me in the face, as I 
plunged down onto him again and again. My secretions 
coated his dick and the rich musky scent of our rutting 
perfumed the air.

My breath was coming in short panting gasps.

"So you like my breasts, Will? Call me Miss 
Watermelons, like you boys used to in the 9th grade."

"Oh god, Miss Watermelons, thank you. I've been wanting 
to see what you had under your sweater for so long. I 
wanted to put my hands on them and feel them. I knew 
you would have the most beautiful breasts I've ever 
seen. They are so, so fine! You're huge...you're 
stacked like a brick shithouse. That's what all the 
boys think. Your nipples taste so sweet. You've got the 
biggest, hardest, sexiest nipples I've ever sucked!  
They're as thick as one of my fingers. They taste so 
good. Thank you for letting me suck them. Oh, please 
Miss Watermelons, don't make me come yet, please, I'm 
going to come, stop...ahhh! Oh God!"

"I can feel you coming inside me Will, right through 
the condom."

I could. I could feel his dick spewing and spraying 
like a fire hose inside me, and I prayed the condom 
could hold it. I kinda felt like Myrtle, the Fertile 
Turtle, that night, and it would only take one drop of 
this stud's sperm finding its way to my uterus...

We clung together for a little while and then we pulled 
apart. His condom had held, but I could see the stuff 
dripping down onto the root of his penis and running 
into his pubic hair. I had to get a wash cloth to clean 
him off.

"Good fucking, Will."

"Thank you."

"Miss Wanshel awards you a gold star for exemplary 
performance."

I kissed my fingertip and traced a little star on his 
forehead.

"Now, you must have worked up an appetite with all that 
huffing and puffing, yes? I could make us some more 
popcorn...and we could hook up the TV."

"I'd like that."

I made some more popcorn while Will hooked up the TV 
set next to the bed. There was no cable hookup yet, but 
I had a videocassette of "Emmanuelle" that I keep for 
special occasions like this. 

We munched popcorn and watched the movie. I went to the 
bathroom to brush the popcorn hulls out of my teeth and 
when I came back he was fondling himself under the 
covers. Jerking off while he watched the lovely 
Mademoiselle Emmanuelle give some guy a blowjob.

I pulled back the covers to watch him pulling his meat. 
He looked embarrassed. 

"I feel like jerking off too," I said. "Leave the 
covers off so I can watch you. I haven't seen a guy do 
that in years. It's neat."

I spread my legs and started stroking Miss Pussy softly 
while I watched Will beat off, and Will watched 
Emmanuelle. After a while Will's head swiveled away 
from the TV and he watched me as I made myself wetter 
and wetter down there. Will had done a good job on my 
clitoris before but I can do myself better than any man 
can do me.  I got the little man in the boat very hard 
and started trilling him with my fingertips.

"Can I do that?"

"With a few years of practice, maybe. I can do this 
part better than you can. But you can finish me."

Emmanuelle was moaning hard on the TV and we went back 
to watching her and after a while we were both 
breathing hard. I was nearly there, on the brink. I 
looked across at Will, and he was rock hard, shaking it 
stiff. When the big end pokes out of the boy's fist 
he's about ready to go.

"Will...." I said.

"Yes?"

"I'm really wet now. Are you hard enough to put it in?"

"Yes, I think so. I'll put another condom on."

"Thank you."

He rolled it on and I got my legs spread wide and 
scooted down where he wouldn't bang my head into the 
headboard.

"You want to get on top, Will?"

"I sure liked what we were doing before."

"I did too, but I want you on top of me now."

He kneeled between my legs with his dick poised at my 
entrance.

"I don't need any foreplay now, just kiss my breasts a 
little and I'm ready to go. Can you put it in?"

I was as hot as a stove and as damp as a summer in 
Seattle. He nuzzled my warm, sensitive breasts, and he 
started sliding it in slowly. It went in easily this 
time. I felt my pussy spread wide to receive him and he 
went in. 

"Oh god, slide it right up me, Will. Oh god!"

It felt good. It only took him about a minute to get me 
all the way open.

"You can screw me now, Will."

He pulled back and moved his hands to my hips. I felt 
him enter me deeply, and then we began to fuck. He 
fucked me gently at first, and then harder, him 
pounding me and me lifting my hips for more.

My ass was bouncing up and down on the mattress as he 
rode me.

I pulled my knees back and put them over his shoulders, 
so he could really thrust in. He continued fucking me 
and it went in deeper than before, and he really began 
screwing me. I was eager to get it down there. Every 
thrust was a head-pounding thrill. My pussy lips were 
totally engorged, clamped wetly around his dick, as he 
thrust into me.

He got into a steady rhythm, and was stroking my pussy 
like an oarsman on the river. I was already hot when he 
started on me and I didn't take me long to get back to 
the edge.

"Oh yeah, Will, Will....I'm almost there. Can you fuck 
me a little faster please?"

He really thrust home hard then and banged me down into 
the bedsprings, and I fought the feeling as long as I 
could until I couldn't take anymore and I let the 
explosion come on.

"Oh god...yeah, that's it, just like that, not quite so 
hard Will, oh god, slide it in just like that, oh 
yeah...oh god, I'm on fire...do you think you can put 
out the fire with your big hose, mister fireman?  oh 
yeah, that's the spot, right in there...screw me...oh 
dear god, I'm almost there, keep doing that, I'm almost 
there Will...."

"OH! Lord, YES! Omigod, omigod...WILL, YEAH, THAT'S IT, 
THAT'S IT, OHHHHHH!" I didn't have any near neighbors 
to wake up and I allowed myself a good loud 
earsplitting barnyard yell.

Naturally, Emmanuelle was still on. My ecstasy was 
right in time with hers -- she was having a screaming 
orgasm too. 

It was a good come, a solid, honest to god non-fake 
orgasm. My body quaked. It curled my toes.

"Oh god, thank you Will. Thank you. Oh god. You fucked 
me to orgasm, you really did. You are so good. Thank 
you." I was babbling. It had been a long, long day and 
when that orgasm came my body collapsed into something 
like a bowl of runny jello. I felt like I couldn't 
move.

I cuddled up against Will and held him tight. His dick 
was still hard.

"Do you need to finish, Will? Put it back in me and 
finish. I'll fuck you." I couldn't fuck a fly. I was 
all fucked out.

He put it back in me and I lay on my back and he pumped 
me hard for couple of minutes. Just as I was starting 
to get a little sore down there he came, and I felt it 
throb inside me just as vividly as the first time.

He rolled off me, exhausted. It had been a long day for 
him too. I wondered if his family was expecting him 
home. 

I peeled his sloppy, runny condom off him and held his 
limp, quivering dick softly in my hands.

"Thank you," I said. "You really know how to polish the 
teacher's apple, big boy."

I cuddled up against him and leaned my head on his 
shoulder.

"You were great," he said. "I feel like a 1000 pound 
lead weight just fell on me, but you were great."

"You must be exhausted, poor man. Want to spend the 
night?"

"I can't...you know, like my parents and all..."

"I understand. Will...you know, you're going to be 
around all summer...  if you wanted to come over again 
next Friday night...?"

And he did.


Jenny Wanshel
chilly2@biosys.net