From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Horny (fm+, oral, mast)[1/2]
Date: 20 Sep 1996 21:59:52 GMT

				Horny
			       Part One

	I guess I can't even remember when I wasn't horny. I have
always been sexually oriented from my earliest memories.

	I can remember from when I was about seven or eight one time
that my uncle Mark was over on a Sunday dinner to our home in West
Texas and he had been showing off about how strong he was by making me
hold my arms at my sides with my elbows stiff and he would hold onto
my elbows only and raise me off the floor. We had been playing like
that after supper that late afternoon and for some reason that I can't
remember now, I wasn't wearing my panties.

	I used to wear cotton panties then. You know, the kind with
the double thick crotch and little elastic around the waist and the
legs too.

	Like I said, I don't remember why I wasn't wearing my panties
then because I always did then, and if my mother had caught me not
wearing pants she would have blistered my bottom for sure!

	Anyway, we had been playing out on the scruffy lawn in back of
the house and it was a hot West Texas day and he had played with me by
lifting me up by the elbows several times and then he lifted me and
swung me around and had me sitting piggy back on his shoulders with my
legs over his chest.

	Uncle Mark was my father's brother. My father had been killed
in a railroad accident when I was about four and I don't even remember
him at all but my uncle Mark I had always known.

	He was a big man and very brown from the Texas sun and working
outdoors reading meters for the gas company.

	My mother worked in the small town I grew up in as a waitress
in a really dingy cafe. Both my older brother Bobby Joe who had a
paper route and my older sister Edith who worked after school in the
sweet shop helping out as a sales girl and cleaned up the place were
home that Sunday.

	Bobby Joe must have been about fifteen then and Edith was
about seventeen.

	Anyway, there I was, perched on his shoulders, my bare little
pussy pressing against his big sweaty neck in the back and me with no
pants on at all and only a cotton dress.

	It didn't take any time at all with my uncle Mark galloping
around the lawn with me on his back until I felt the very first rising
of my passions. My naked little pussy and the sliding around on his
neck were enough to make me cum.

	Or at least I think I did. It is hard to remember but I think
that was the very first time I did. No body knew it but me. I think
now when I think back that maybe my uncle Mark knew it too because we
had been playing pretty rough and he could have easily noticed that my
ass was bare when my dress flipped up. That may even have been the
reason that he put me on his back.

	I found out later he really was a dirty old man but I guess
all men are when it comes to sex.

	I think now that he knew I didn't have any panties on and
wanted to feel my bare little hairless pussy against the back of his
neck!

	Anyway, that's what I remember about the first time I think I
came.

	When my dad had been killed the railroad gave my mother a
pension. It wasn't much but we weren't broke all the time and we ate
good. Of course we lived outside town and had a garden and usually had
a cow and a couple of pigs and some chickens and raised some of our
own food.

	When I was ten or eleven my sister went to Austin to college
and only came home on the weekends and my brother and I lived with
mom. We only had a two bedroom house so Bobby Joe and I shared the
same bedroom with bunk beds and I had the top one.

	My mother had the other bedroom and my uncle Mark used to stay
overnight with her in her bedroom and sometimes she had a boyfriend
for a while and who ever he was at the time would also stay overnight.

	There weren't any explanations at all and we all just accepted
it that way. In fact now that I think back on it, if we had wondered
aloud about mom's overnight guests she probably would have paddled our
butts, or used a switch on our legs. She didn't take any of our
nonsense at all, ever!

	The next thing that I really remember was about that time when
I was ten or eleven and I still hadn't developed yet. I had nipples
that had started to grow and just the slightest swelling of the start
of my tits, and a covering of soft down on my pussy but I was still a
girl, not a woman.

	I think that it was around this time in my life when I started
to develop an intense interest in sex and everything connected with
sex. I remember reading books to find out what people did when they
had sex and asking all my friends what they knew about it. It was one
of the topics of conversation between all my girl friends at school
and also one of the topics where a multitude of mis-information
flourished! I can't believe even know the total ignorance we had about
how men and women made love together!

	It's not easy to get correct information. I couldn't ask my
mother and I didn't have a father. One night around this time, I woke
up in the top bunk of the bunk beds with the bed shaking. I lay awake
staring at the ceiling for a while wondering what caused the shaking
and then suddenly it came to me what was happening. I don't know how I
knew but I knew!

	Bobby Joe was in the lower bunk and he was jerking off his
cock!

	I knew it was true without even looking. I could feel the
rhythmic vibrations of the bunk bed and hear the heavy breathing as he
was jerking on his cock. Pretty soon the vibrations were faster and
faster and then the bed was still and a deep sigh came from below me.
I knew then that he had cum.

	That was exciting! Just listening to the movements and using
my imagination about what he must have been doing. I knew he read
Playboy Magazine and had some old copies in our room in the bottom
drawer of his dresser. There isn't anything you can hide from a ten
year old sister!

	I dropped off to sleep with my finger caressing my little slit
trying to imagine what it would be like to have a man in there.

	During the next few weeks I was awakened several times by my
brother whacking away at night. It got so that even though I went to
bed before him that the movement of the bed would almost always wake
me and I would lay there touching myself and listening to his
breathing.

	One Saturday when I was cleaning our room because my mother
said that if I didn't clean the place she would restrict me to staying
home all weekend, I started looking for one of my brother's Playboy
magazines in his bottom drawer and found some pictures and some
stories that were written on typewriter paper and were quite obviously
carbon copies of some dirty stories.

	It wasn't long until I was in the bathroom sitting on the
toilet and reading all of the stories and looking at the pictures too.

	The pictures were the best. Some of men and women and some of
women only but everything showed! There were pictures of men getting
sucked on by a woman and I think that this must have been the first
time I ever heard about getting head. It was very exciting and I sat
on the toilet rubbing myself and reading stories and looking at
pictures until my mother pounded on the locked bathroom door and told
me to get my room cleaned or else!

	It was when I was cleaning the mirror on my dresser with
Windex that I got the idea.

	I was looking at the mirror and I found that if I tilted it
right that I could see my brother's bed. Within minutes I had the
mirror tilted slightly and after climbing the short ladder to my bunk,
found that I could look into the mirror and see into my brother's
bunk! I couldn't wait to go to bed that night!

	It was Saturday night and I think my mother was shocked when
even though I could have stayed up late, I went to bed early.

	I can remember lying in my bunk, looking at my brother's
empty bed and wishing he would come to bed and whack off so I could
watch. I even experimented until I found that if I would lay on my
side I could see his bunk clearly.

	When finally I heard him coming to bed, I closed my eyes and
pretended to be fast asleep while I watched him take off his jeans and
shirt and climb into bed with his undershorts on. I saw him reach
under his mattress and bring out a small book.

	He turned on the reading light he had at the head board of his
bed and started reading. I kept watching and I could see the covers
over his shorts rising into a bump.

	I could see his hand going down to his cock under the covers
and then the bed move as he pulled his shorts off under the covers. It
wasn't long before he had the covers thrown back and I saw a male cock
in full erection for the very first time.

	My brother was about fifteen or sixteen at the time and had a
pretty good sized organ for his age and I watched him fondle and move
it around as he read his book and pretty soon he was shaking the bed
again and finally I saw the juice shoot out the bulbous end of his
cock and splatter all over his stomach and chest.

	Let me tell you, that was exciting. I think that also planted
the seeds of voyeurism in me. The idea of being able to watch and not
have anyone know I was watching has stayed with me ever since then.

	Anyway, I remember watching my brother jack off many times
after that but I always pretended to be sleeping and he never knew
that I watched and liked what I saw.

	It must have been about two years later that I saw people
fucking for the first time. I think I was about fourteen or fifteen
because my brother was in Austin at college and I had the room all to
myself except when he came home on the weekends or when my sister came
to stay a day or two and used his bunk when he wasn't home. If all
three of us were there Edith and I shared the same bunk and Bobby Joe
slept in the lower bunk as always.

	My uncle Mark still came and spent the night with mom
occasionally and I was cleaning my closet when I heard them in their
bedroom through the thin wall of the closet. The house had been built
during the depression and wasn't much for insulation. The outside was
clapboard and the inside was not much more than wallpaper on cardboard
I think.

	Anyway, I put my ear to the wall in my closet and I could
clearly hear their conversation even though they were talking very
low.

	Later that day I took an ice pick from the kitchen drawer and
poked a hole in the wall of my closet. Putting my eye to the hole I
found that I was looking at a coat hanging in my mother's closet of
her bedroom. It didn't take me long to offer to clean her closet too.

	She should have had a stroke with me offering to work, but she
was glad that I did. It didn't take long to re-arrange her clothes
hanging on the dowel and when I had finished cleaning her closet I had
poked two more holes at different places so that I would be able to
see into her bedroom from inside my closet.

	Again I could hardly wait for evening. My uncle Mark was over
for dinner and he kept telling me how pretty and grown up I was and
teasing me about boyfriends and embarrassing me.

	I had grown up. My figure was pretty good even then. I had
long hair then and my breasts had swelled out until I was wearing a B
cup bra and I had curly hair on my pussy. I do remember that night I
again went without panties and during dinner while the three of us ate
I kept putting a finger under my dress on my pussy under the table and
feeling the moistness and soft ringlets of hair. Not really finger
fucking myself at the table, but I was coming very close.

	I remember being very daring that night and I was very turned
on and I do remember twirling around once outside with my uncle Mark
watching me and knowing that my skirt went high enough so that he
would know that I didn't have my panties on. I had graduated by then
to wearing nylon tricot panties but that night I was bare as can be
under my skirt.

	I even teased him and sat on his lap on the porch swing for a
little while and put my arms around him and kissed him and told him he
was my favorite uncle. That was always a joke between us because he
was my only uncle.

	I even imagined that I could feel his cock swelling under my
bare ass as I squirmed on his lap, but that may have been wishful
thinking of a fifteen year old.

	Anyway, back to my story. When I went to bed about nine or so,
I undressed and put on a nightgown and peeked at the holes in my
closet but the bedroom was empty then. It was a long time, maybe an
hour or so until my mother and uncle Mark went to bed.

	I remember watching them get undressed and the getting into
bed him on one side and my mother on the other. I had my eye glued to
the hole and it didn't take long until they were kissing under the
covers and rolling around a little and before long he had thrown off
the covers and was kneeling between my mothers fat thighs and was
fucking her like crazy. I couldn't see his cock but I remember seeing
my mother's cunt and remember how much hair she had between her legs.
I could see his balls though, swinging between my mother's spread legs
and how she would hump up at him occasionally.

	As you might have guessed by now, my finger was slipping
around on my clit like crazy and after they were down fucking and I
was in bed, I masturbated several times until I went to sleep from
exhaustion. And that's a wonderful way to drop off to sleep when you
have had so much sex that you just can't keep your eyes open anymore.
It doesn't matter that I didn't have a man, it only mattered that I
came until I was exhausted and I went to sleep with visions of sweaty
bodies humping away at each other.

	I watched many times in the next two years, my mother with
several of her friends in bed. I saw most of the ways that men and
women can make love in those steaming nights in my closet with my
nightgown at my waist and my eye glued to one of the holes in the back
of the closet.

	I had just turned sixteen about a month and I had a boyfriend
who was co-captain of the football team. That was big stuff then even
though my high school was pretty small and I was on the cheerleader
squad and the assistant editor of the school newspaper and also a
member of the Beta Gamma's which was the honor society.

	I still wore my hair long then and my figure had filled out
even more. I wore the same C cup I do now and my figure was about the
same except maybe I now have another inch on my tummy and my hips.

	I was popular in school and was still just as interested in
sex as ever, even though I was still a virgin then.

	My boyfriend's name was Tom and we were so much in love. We
used to make excuses to get out and park somewhere in his Corvette and
feel each other up and kiss until our lips were sore.

	We were parked at the airport one night which was a great
place because there was never anyone there and the parking place we
used to move the car to was gravel and you could hear someone walking
on it for minutes before they could get close enough to see what we
were doing. The police used to come by once in a while but we could
always either see or hear them in plenty of time to be just sitting
and waiting for an airplane to take off or land and they never really
bothered us much.

	Tom and I had been going steady for a few months and on that
night he had started to put his hand on my breasts and he asked me to
take my bra off so he could kiss them. I had let him feel me but never
my bare tits until this night.

	I was reckless and very excited and I let him unbutton my
dress and then open my bra. I remember how long it took him to figure
out the clasp at the back and how I wouldn't help him and how long he
fumbled until my bra came loose.

	It didn't take him long then to have my tits in his hands and
my nipples must have been standing out a mile. There I was with my
dress unbuttoned to the waist, my bra hanging from my shoulders in
front and my tits quivering in his hands. I will tell you that I was
so hot I was panting when he started sucking on my nipples.

	The feeling was wonderful. So much better that when I fondled
myself that I was in heaven.

	I was lying partly back in the bucket seat, Tom sucking away
like crazy on my tits and I guess I just forgot what I was doing
because it didn't take long for my hand to pull the skirt of my dress
up.

	I guess all that watching my mother and my uncle or one of my
mother's friends fucking in the bedroom and me with my hand in my
pussy that old habits just took over.

	Anyway, I pulled my skirt up and while Tom sucked on my tits
and fondled them, I had my fingers under my panties and was sliding my
finger up and down my slit when we heard a car coming and we jumped
and started to button up again.

	Tom saw that I had my finger on my cunt when we jumped.

	The police didn't even stop but just took a slow turn through
the parking lot at the airport, but I never got my brassiere fastened
and I know I must have looked funny with the stupid thing just hanging
under my dress.

	While we were driving to my house later Tom told me he had
seen me with my finger in my pussy and next time we parked he wanted
to have his finger in there instead. Let me tell you I think I came
right in the front seat of his Corvette when he said that. It must
have been a week though until we were able to get into the parking lot
again.

	It was a beautiful moon that night, not full but almost full.
Very romantic!

	And I was very very hot and excited too. I wore my very best
pair of panties and I almost couldn't wait to get them pulled down.

	We had gone to a movie in town and even left before it was
over to go and park and fool around so it sure wasn't long before we
were in the middle of the gravel parking lot with the top down and Tom
discovered very quickly that I had neglected to wear a brassiere. That
was the very first time in my life that I had a male cock in my hand!

	By the time I had my dress unbuttoned and his lips sucking my
tits, I had started getting bolder and I had my hand at the front of
his Levis and felt the big bulge there and how very hard that it was.

	Pretty soon I made him stop sucking my nipples and feeling on
my tits and I got very bold and daring and I whispered to him.

	"Honey, I want to touch you down there. Sit back and let me."

	He was sprawled out in a second and it took me a long time to
learn how to open buttons on tight Levis. I had one hell of a fight
getting the damn things open with all the pressure from below and the
tight jeans too.

	I will never forget the very first time I had his cock in my
hand. I had to move my hand in unfamiliar surroundings trying to find
the opening in the fly of his jockey shorts and even finding the
opening there were problems. Ever try to bend the unbendable and get
it out though an opening that was only designed to get through when it
was soft? After a while of struggling to get it out, I finally just
started tugging on his tight jeans and got them loose enough and far
enough down his legs that I could pull his shorts down and his lovely
rod just kind of jumped free.

	The thrill of having that moist cock in my hand for the first
time. The excitement of running my fingers over the length and
feeling the soft skin and the bumps and ridges and cords standing out
from it. The ecstasy of moving the skin at the top and discovering
how easy it uncovered the delicious looking knob at the end. Even in
the dim light of the moon I could see a drop of slippery juice welling
out of the hole in the tip of the end of his cock and I remember
taking great delight touching and smearing that slippery juice over
the head and seeing how shiny it became with the increase of wetness.

	I used the same deft touch on his cock that I had watched my
brother use on his own cock so many times when I had watched through
half closed eyes while he had whacked off his hard dick until he
squirted his load on his stomach.

	Tom was squirming around now, and my fingers tightly closed on
his cock and running up and down the shaft while my other hand
explored the soft skin on his hairy testicles was getting both of us
so very hot that when he started moaning and I felt his hips lift off
the seat, I bent down and did what I had seen my mother do so many
times.

	I grasped his cock firmly and my lips slipped over the moist
head.

	I was in heaven. He tasted warm and sultry and the pulsing of
his cock transmitted itself to my eager lips. He stiffened, his body
trembled and for the first time I felt the squirting of male seed into
my eager lips. The flavor was divine, the amount astounding. He kept
on pulsing, his cock almost squirming between my eager hot lips and
the juices cascaded from him to me. I guess I was one of the lucky
ones that discovered that swallowing hot cum the very first time I
tried was wonderful and I have never been one to spit out what ever a
nice guy was eager enough to shoot into my mouth.

	It was like chewing into the first bite of a succulent steak
and having your mouth fill with saliva. The very same feeling as I
felt the flooding of his hot sperm filling my eager mouth.

	He lay still as I raised and sat back on the seat. I do
remember hitting my head on the steering wheel when he came and I
rubbed the spot while my other hand held his prick, feeling is shrink
and soften in my fingers like a wounded bird. I idly moved the skin,
milking him and feeling the excess fluid slowly oozing as his cock
lost its rigidity and became soft and floppy again. It was wonderful
feeling the power that I had to change him from hard and urgent to
relaxed and dozing on the seat next to me.

	I think he slept for a few minutes while I sat there looking
at the almost full moon, skirt high on my legs, my finger toying in
the moist slit between my thighs.

	I guess a lot of girls' first experience with direct sex has
been by giving a blow job...

From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Sat Sep 21 12:09:27 MDT 1996
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Horny (fm+, oral, mast)[2/2]
Date: 20 Sep 1996 22:00:32 GMT

				Horny
			       Part Two

	I was still sitting there in the Corvette, kind of daydreaming
and running my tongue around in my mouth and tasting the after taste
of my boyfriend's sperm and trying to figure out exactly what it
really did taste like. Finally, I quit trying to figure it out. It
didn't matter anyway because it was a unique flavor all its own.

	I guess when I was daydreaming, I was kind of playing with my
fingers between my legs because when my boyfriend moved I realized
that my skirt was up and my fingers were there.

	I started to pull my skirt down when he moved his hand to the
inside of my thigh and then right onto my cunt.

	"Tom Parker, what do you think you are doing?"

	My voice tried to be indignant, when in reality it felt so
good with his fingers there that I took mine away.

	"You played with mine for god sakes, now I am going to play
with yours."

	"Well, I guess that's only fair, isn't it?"

	My only thougth was, if he had tried to take his fingers away I
probably would have hit him!

	I can remember how it felt for the very first time when he was
moving the hair between my spread thighs and moving his finger in just
a little. I must have been very wet because I was very excited and my
breathing was hard and I was squirming all over the place and then he
touched the magic button and I came.

	I know I must have made a lot of noise when I came because I
always do.

	Anyway, after that we kissed a lot and held hands and then
finally Tom drove me home.

	You'd think that we would have screwed, but you have to
remember that I was sixteen and I didn't want to get pregnant and
there were lots of horror stories going around school about girls who
had gotten pregnant and ruined there lives and stuff so I knew that I
didn't want to have a baby yet and I was pretty cautious about
screwing.

	We did go parking a lot though!

	It got to be the same thing time after time. Tom would park
and feel my tits and my pussy for just a little while and then he
would take out his cock and almost beg me to suck him off.

	I would, but in time I got tired of always sucking him off and
one night I asked him to suck me off too.

	You'd have thought I had asked him to rob the Merchants Trust
bank the way he reacted!

	The long and the short of it was that he said he didn't want
to, and I said he must, and we fought until I cried and he took me
home.

	We went out a few times after that but it was always the same
and we would fight and he would make me suck on his cock which I loved
to do but he would not even kiss my pussy at all so one night after a
big fight I gave him back his gold football on a chain that I had been
wearing around my neck, and we were no longer going steady.

	There were a couple of weeks that went by, and then we were
friends again, but that was all. By then I was missing not having a
boyfriend and I was ready to go steady again and I everyone at school
knew that Tom and I had broken up and before long I went out with
another boy from school.

	Before a week went by we were going steady.

	It sounds funny but for the life of me I can't remember his
name now, but I do remember parking and playing with him too, and he
didn't have Tom's aversion to eating pussy at all!

	We used to really have some fun times parking at the airport
and we used to park about once a week.

	Anyway, it was about that time that Bobby Joe came home from
school for the summer and that ended my peeking through the holes in
the closet at my mother and who ever her boyfriend was at the time.

	I do remember coming home one day and the door to my bedroom
was locked. I knew Bobby Joe was in there and I snuck into my mother's
room and peeked into the holes from the other direction and watched my
brother fuck his girlfriend on the bunk bed. Her name was Alice and
she lived down the street and was a senior in high school and she was
really enjoying my brother poking his cock between her legs.

	Anyway, I watched them until he came in her, and then I saw
him get off and pull off a rubber. That was the first time I knew what
it meant about wearing a rubber, and when I saw him skinning off the
thin rubber length from his cock and throw it in our wastebasket, I
knew I had learned one more secret about fucking.

	Later that night I remember fishing in the basket and finding
the rubber filled with cum, and dipping a finger in it and tasting it
with my tongue.

	It tasted about the same I guess as all cum, but I had to find
out for myself. I do realize that it was cold instead of warm so there
may be some difference in taste because of that.

	I think it must have been then that I resolved to taste every
boy in my high school class and find out what if any difference there
might be in tasting.

	I did too! Well, I almost did. There were two guys that I
never was able to give head to. One was going steady and all the time
I was in high school he always went with the same girl so there just
was no way that I could do it with him, and the other was a piano
player in the school orchestra and even though we went out twice and
even parked once he wasn't brave enough to even kiss me at all much
less let me suck him off, so now that I think of it I think he may
have been gay or on the way, one of the two.

	Anyway, it took almost two years to go through all the boys in
my high school class but it was a small class and there were only
nineteen boys out of twenty-one that I sucked off.

	That was about it as far as my high school adventuring went.

	I did still see my mother fucking her boyfriends and my uncle
Mark too through the holes in the closet once in a while, but she had
taken to turning off the lights in the bedroom including the little
pink light on the bedside table and it was so darn dark in there now
that I couldn't see a thing anymore.

	I sometimes wonder if she knew or had discovered the holes
somehow and had decided to end my show. She didn't plug up the holes
at all, but she did turn the lights off, every time!

	That was really disappointing for me. I used to get very horny
watching anyone fuck, and I still do! It was like foreplay to me and
as I would watch I would get so horny and excited that I would play
with my cunt and cum and cum and cum.

	I guess I was born lucky as well as horny! I have heard about
women that couldn't cum at all! I really can't believe that. But I
hear that it's true! I know I never have any trouble cumming at all,
in fact sometimes I have trouble stopping cumming!

	I know that sounds strange to some of you, but the women that
read this will know what I mean when you get so excited that even
afterwards you keep on shuddering and shaking and you can feel your
insides churn and the flood of another release. Sometimes even hours
afterwards when I start thinking about how it felt I get miniature
orgasms that are great!

	Anyway, I suppose that the next part of my sexual adventures
would be of interest to you now.

	I got a job after school and during the summer in a small shop
called Johnson's TV, that fixed television sets and did radio repairs
and some other little electrical appliances in town that was run by a
nice man and his son and his wife too.

	When I started there his wife was taking all the calls and
scheduling the deliveries and pickups for repair but she wanted to be
able to take a rest so they hired me to answer the phone and work the
counter in front while they worked in back on the sets that needed
repair. I only worked afternoons late and then on Saturdays and in the
summer I worked from eight to five or sometimes later if there were
lots of sets to pick up and deliver.

	Mister Johnson was usually the one who did most of the shop
work for the sets that couldn't be fixed by his son Bill at the houses
that called for repair.

	Bill Johnson was a big blonde kid about four or five years
older than I was. I was sixteen so he must have been twenty or twenty
one and he had a girlfriend and later married her. I even came to the
wedding and drank champagne afterwards at the reception.

	Anyway, on with my story.

	It's hard sometimes to write all of this down. Most of it I
can remember very clearly but some of it seems to have faded away and
I don't recall all of it.

	I do remember the old Chevrolet panel truck that Bill used to
pick up and deliver the TV sets.

	I also remember the first time I gave him a blow job in the
front seat of that truck.

	It was on a Saturday night and we had worked late and it was
about eight o'clock or so when we closed and Bill offered me a ride
home because the bus stopped running at eight and it was after that
time.

	He had to deliver a TV set on the way to my house and when we
got to the house we had to take the set to, I helped to take out the
cart and then we pushed it up the walk to the front door.

	It wasn't too long before we had the set hooked up and working
and Bill made out the order form for payment and got a check and we
headed out to the truck again to put the cart in the back.

	Bill unlocked the right door for me to get in. Remember those
old Chevrolets had a high step and as I stepped on to get into the
door Bill put his hand on my butt and gave me a boost up.

	In the truck and driving out to my home Bill remarked to me
something under his breath and I didn't hear him so I asked what he
said.

	"I said you had a nice ass."

	He had never said anything like that to me before, and had
never ever even flirted with me, so it came as kind of a shock when he
said that.

	"I didn't think you noticed." I giggled at him.

	"I noticed all right. How could I help but notice?"

	"Well, you have a nice ass too!" I did like his ass. I liked
men who had broad shoulders and slim hips and good buns and he sure
had them!

	We both were laughing then as he drove. It wasn't long before
he smiled over at me.

	"Listen, you want to stop and get a hamburger at Simpson's?"

	Simpson's was a little place that had a cowboy band on
Saturday nights and there was dancing and some sort of entertainment
too.

	"Can I get into Simpson's? I'm sixteen."

	"Sure, no sweat! We won't be drinking anything anyway."

	Our town didn't allow drinking establishments. The whole
county was dry and if you wanted to drink you had to bring your own
bottle and they provided ice and whatever you wanted to mix your drink
with. And, they charged you for it!

	"Sure, I'm hungry. Let's do it."

	We stopped before long and Bill brought his bottle in a brown
paper bag in and we sat in a corner booth and he ordered two
cheeseburgers and two cokes with ice.

	When the cheeseburgers and the cokes and ice arrived, he put
his finger to his lips, then took my coke and poured some out and
under the table poured some whiskey into my coke bottle.

	He used a glass for his drink and I drank out of the coke
bottle. That was the first time I had whiskey, and even a little
didn't take long to hit me.

	Everything he said was funny and I laughed at everything and
then we danced and he held me and I held him. It was a lot of fun and
then I noticed what time it was and told him that I had to get home
soon.

	He grinned and said that I should call my mom and tell her
that I was helping him and that he would bring me home later safe and
sound.

	Well, to make a long story short, I called my mother and told
her that I was working very late and that Bill would bring me home
when he was done. It was easy. Also my uncle Mark was at my house so I
knew they would be in bed fucking before long and they would never
even know what time I came home.

	By the time I got back to the table and told Bill what my
mother had said, he had another coke fixed for me.

	"Bill, did you mean it when you said before that I had a nice
ass?"

	"The nicest!" he almost leered at me.

	"Well, when did you decide that?"

	"The first time I saw you bending over and getting some forms
from under the counter."

	I started laughing at his eyes. He pretended to be looking a
long distance and his eyes traveled up and down and then stopped as if
he was really looking at something. My ass I guess. Anyway it was
funny.

	"Honey, are you ready?"

	"Ready for what?" I smiled at him. Flirting I suppose.

	"Ready to get out of here?"

	"Sure."

	"Let's go, bring your coke."

	It didn't take long to get into the truck and Bill gave me
another boost up and I wiggled my ass as he pushed on my butt. By the
time he got around to the driver's seat, I had pulled my skirt up a
little to let him have a good look when he was driving. I guess the
whiskey was really working on me by then because I was not only horny
but I was a little dizzy and lightheaded and laughing and giggling
too. I turned sideways and curled my legs up under me on the seat so
that when he climbed in the drivers seat he had a good look. After the
engine was started and we were driving out Bill looked hard at me.

	"You have nice legs too."

	"Well so far you like my legs and my ass. What's wrong with my
tits?"

	"I don't see anything wrong with them, but I can't see them as
well as I can see your legs."

	"I bet. You can't see much of my legs now, just up to here is
all."

	I smiled at him and pulled my skirt up higher flirting with
him a lot. I pulled it just high enough so that he could see that I
was wearing pink panties and then I pulled it down again.

	"Aww, you didn't have to cover it up so quick did you? I can't
drive and look at the same time because if I really look then I might
wreck us."

	"Well if I keep it up too long you really will forget to look
at the road!" I giggled at him.

	"Tell you what, I know a place we can stop so I won't wreck
the truck, and I can look longer."

	I just giggled at him again, but I did pull my skirt up high
enough so that he kept sneaking little glances at me.

	It wasn't long before he pulled of on a private road to one of
the out of town ranches and we pulled into a area beneath some big
trees off the little road about a hundred feet or so. It was pretty
dark when he turned off the lights and we sat there with the engine
making creaking noises.

	"Now, you can pull that skirt up again higher and let me judge
if your legs are as good as your ass is."

	I giggled, and pulled my skirt slowly up very high. It was
dark in the cab of the truck and Bill turned on the little light up
high in the roof. He smiled at me.

	"Gorgeous! And, I like the panties too!"

	"I should think you would!"

	"Well, I do. Now, come on in the back with me."

	He moved between the seats to the back, turned off the front
light and turned on one in the back. I went back with him and he took
some of the heavy furniture pads to use on the TV sets and laid them
on the floor, sat down and patted the pad beside him so I sat down
too.

	He put his arm around me and drew me closer and kissed me very
deeply. His hand was caressing my back and then pretty soon onto my
boobs too. He was very gentle and kept squeezing my tits until I was
getting hotter and hotter with both his kissing and his squeezing.

	I didn't object when he started to open my blouse and then he
unsnapped my brassiere in one quick flip at the back. It was then that
I realized for sure that he had surely done that many times before
because he didn't fumble at all with the catches just flipped and it
came loose.

	He reached under my loose bra and started handling my tits and
I was so very hot and horny that I reached down and felt between his
legs. I was surprised to find him soft down there.

	I kept massaging him and I could feel him grow a little but
not much and I wondered at the time why I didn't turn him on. Most of
the boys that I had gone out with were always hard when ever I felt
between their legs. This was the very first soft cock I had ever felt!

	I had watched my brother get into bed and start soft when he
would masturbate and I was pretending to be sleeping but I was really
watching, but his cock would get hard very quickly.

	I thought I could make him hard quicker if he felt between my
legs so I opened up more and reached down and pulled my skirt high. He
was feeling me through my panties and he still didn't get any harder
so I asked him to pull my panties down for me.

	He did and asked me to raise up while he got them over my hips
and I did.

	He didn't even wait but he had his mouth on my cunt in a
second and was tongue fucking me until I couldn't help but cum. He
just kept on and his tongue was all over and in me too. I must have
cum about four or five times and I was lying back with him between my
legs licking and kissing and sucking me until I was wet from his
kisses and my juices too.

	Finally he stuck his tongue so far up inside me that I
screamed when I came and it took a long time to get my breath back to
normal. We just lay there then with his arms around me and he help me
for a while.

	Pretty soon I got even more curious and reached to find out
that his cock was still soft. Amazing!

	I had to get home so I told him that and I got dressed and he
drove me to my house. The lights were still on in my mothers bedroom
and I got a bright idea.

	"Listen Bill, would you like to watch somebody fuck?"

	"Sure!"

	"Well can you be very quiet and sneak in my bedroom through
the window and not make any noise at all?"

	"Sure, I can do that."

	"Wait until I turn my bedroom light out and it is the one
right there, then you crawl on in the window."

	I kissed him and then ran for the back door, and sneaked into
my room and turned on the light. I stood at the window with the shade
up and undressed - for him watching me outside but I couldn't see him
in the dark. When I was naked I got a robe and put it on and then
turned out the light and slid the window open very quietly.

	Bill came in like he promised and there wasn't even a bit of
noise because he had left his shoes off and was barefooted.

	I put my fingers to his lips so he would know to be very quiet
and I opened up my closet door and led him in after me. I put my eye
to one of the holes and had him look into the other one.

	My uncle Mark and my mom were really doing it and the lights
were on for a change. I guess they thought that since I was not at
home that no one would hear them or something because they were
snorting and laughing and making all kinds of noises while they
played.

	My uncle was lying on his back and my mother was fucking him
by sliding up and down on his stick.

	She was facing the foot of the bed and directly at us watching
her. We could even see how wet his cock was as it kept appearing and
disappearing up inside her wet pussy.

	I reached out and found that Bill was still soft, so I opened
his pants and pulled his pants and shorts down and started to suck his
soft cock for him.

	It did feel differently. Then it started to grow bigger in my
mouth and I could feel the swelling as he kept on looking in the hole
in my closet watching my mother fuck my uncle's cock.

	I used my fingers on his shaft to move the smooth soft skin
back and forth while I licked at the head and that helped a lot
because I could start to feel it pulse and jump in my mouth and it got
a lot bigger and thicker too very quickly. It just kept right on
growing!

	Pretty soon I had it almost all the way hard, not quite but
almost! I could still bend it back and forth but it was the biggest
one so far that I had ever had in my mouth and I went down the shaft
as far as I could until I could feel the knobby end almost into my
throat and his belly was against my nose.

	I could still hear a lot of noise in my mother's bedroom and
the bed springs creaking and my mother moaning too. That helped to
turn me on even more and Bill too. When I touched his balls with my
fingers I found they had drawn up and were hard against the shaft of
his cock so I knew he was getting ready to cum.

	I moved my fingers faster and faster and really sucked hard on
it with my mouth very loose around it and a lot spit on it to make it
very slippery and my head was bobbing like crazy when I felt it kind
of jump and then swell.

	The flood of cum didn't catch me by surprise at all because I
knew he was going to shoot. I just held my mouth very still and didn't
even move my tongue on him and let him shoot his released juice into
my mouth. I think he even groaned a little bit but very quietly as he
kept on spurting his cum.

	He got soft very quickly and then his cock shrunk back to the
regular size.

	When I swallowed and then wiped my lips with the back of my
hand and stood up, he pulled me close and kissed me in a soul kiss. I
had an orgasm when he did that.

	Well, anyway, he sneaked out the window and I went to bed and
my head was still whirling a little bit from drinking the whiskey
before.

	I wondered what was going to happen at the shop now that we
had played with each other.

			       The End