From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Judy Gets Caught By Mr. Smith (fm+M, mast, oral)
Date: 22 Mar 1996 22:13:25 GMT

		    Judy Gets Caught By Mr. Smith

	Standing in front of Mr. Smith, Judy asked herself how had she
gotten into this situation? She forced herself to calmly review the
events of the last week that led her here.

	Her best friend Pat had given her the magazine she had found
in her older brother's drawer. Although she and Pat had wondered and
talked about this mystery called sex, things like trying to figure how
out men and women "did it" and what boy's things looked like had been
unanswerable.

	The magazine with its color pictures of naked men and women
doing all sorts of scary but intriguing things to each other was a
real eye-opener. Judy had hidden it in her dresser drawer and avidly
studied it that evening after going to bed.

	Intrigued by the size of the women's breasts and the amount of
hair surrounding their privates, she pulled up her nightgown and
examined herself in comparison. Her breasts were just budding and
topped by large brown nipples which became very hard when she gently
touched them or looked at the pictures in the magazine. Curly black
hair was just sprouting at the base of her firm stomach and by
positioning a mirror between her thighs she could see it starting to
grow around the pouty red lips of her sex and her brown puckered ass
hole.

	Looking at herself, then at the pictures of women with the
men's gigantic things buried in their red slits, Judy could not
imagine allowing anyone to put his thing in hers.

	Studying the pictures made her private place damp and feel
funny. When she rubbed it, a small button in her slit grew hard and
gently playing with it felt good. She even put a finger in her damp
hole, when she moved her finger in and out and played with the button,
it was pleasant, especially if she was looking at the pictures of men
with their big things sticking straight out from their bellies.

	Why there were even pictures of women who were kissing the
men's things. One photo showed a blonde with her tongue touching the
tip of the red head of a man's thing, the girl's lips were coated with
white blobs and the man had a look of intense pleasure on his face.
Judy wondered where the white stuff had come from.

	She was fascinated by the pictures of women licking each
other, she felt a shiver run through her as she studied the details
and wondered what it would feel like if Pat licked her like that. She
became wet thinking about it and brought herself to orgasm, legs
thrashing as she came from her questing fingers.

	The next afternoon as she lay on her bed looking at the
magazine playing with herself under her dress, disaster struck. Her
younger brother Jack and his best friend Al burst in the room.

	"What are you looking at Judy?" said Jack, picking up the
magazine.

	"Yeah, and what's your hand doing under your dress? said Al,
who was her age and lived next door.

	"Wow! Look at these pictures!"

	"Jeez! That's neat stuff! Where'd you get this Judy?"

	Blushing, Judy refused to tell them.

	"Well, maybe we better take this to your mom, Jack, and show
her what your sister's reading," said Al.

	"No!" responded Judy.

	"Hey, I got a better idea," said Al, and he forced his hand up
under Judy's dress. When she fought back her brother pinned her arms
from behind. Al yanked up her dress and pulled at the waistband of
her white cotton panties.

	Despite her frantic struggles they were soon around her ankles
and Al was roughly exploring her mons veneris and seeking her secret
place as her brother watched, pinning her arms.

	Al slipped a finger between her tightly closed thighs and she
shuddered involuntarily as he brushed her clit. He felt her slit
becoming moist and became more aggressive in his explorations, in
spite of her shame, Judy enjoyed the sensations his finger generated.
When Judy's Mother called from below wanting to know what was going
on, the boy's ran from the room. Judy was very aroused. She locked
the door, and lying on the bed, finished with her fingers what Al had
started. Judy then looked for the magazine,but couldn't find it.
Either her brother or Al had taken it!

	The next afternoon Al called and said "I got your magazine. If
you don't want me to give it to your mother, come on over, now."

	"What about your parents?"

	"Don't worry about that!"

	When she arrived Al took her up to his room and made her raise
her skirt above her waist. He pulled down her panties and made her
spread her legs so he could enjoy free access to her pubescent slit.
In spite of his clumsy, crude exploration, Judy soon grew wet which
really excited him. Looking down she saw a small bulge grow in his
jeans. She felt an orgasm coming and bore down on his fingers moaning
as she came.

	Al unzipped his fly and pulled out his thing as she watched.
It was not as big as the one's she had seen in the magazine and there
were few hairs at its base. Taking her wrist, he forced her to wrap
her fingers around its hot hard shaft. He groaned and rubbed it
through her encircling fingers. Looking at his face she could see he
was now in her power.

	She experimented on how quickly she rubbed it until suddenly
she felt it twitch and looking down she saw some milky moisture squirt
from the pee hole at the tip of the red head. Al had just let go of
her wrist and was moving toward her when they heard a noise in the
hall. Judy bent down and frantically pulled up her panties as Al
stuffed himself back in his pants.

	"What's going on in here, Al?" said his father walking in,
"It's time for you to get off to your job so I'll talk to you later,
young man! Judy, you go to the den, I want to talk to you after Al
leaves."

	"All right, Judy what were you two doing and what is this
awful magazine?" said Mr. Smith as he walked into the den.

	"Er, well... a friend gave me the magazine and Al caught me
looking at it and made me come over here or he said he would tell my
Mom"

	"You tell me the truth and maybe I won't tell your parents.
What happened when you got here"

	"Well, he pulled down my panties, and, er... touched me."

	"And?"

	"Then he made me touch him!"

	"Why did you agree to do such things?"

	"Because he said he would show the magazine to my mom if I
didn't."

	"Tell me in detail what happened."

	Her mind snapped to the present: "He made me pull up my
skirt... "

	"Show me."

	Looking at Mr. Smith, she could see a big bulge in the front
of his pants. She slowly pulled up her skirt. His eyes were riveted
to the hem as it inched upward exposing first her slim thighs then her
red candy-striped cotton briefs.

	"Then what happened?"

	"He... he pulled down my panties."

	"Like this?" and suiting action to words, Mr. Smith put his
fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down,
finally letting them fall to her ankles as he drew in the vision of
her mons veneris barely sprinkled with a few hairs and the barest
sight of the red lips reposing between her thighs.

	"Don't," he demanded when she tried to use her hands to cover
herself, "What next?"

	"He touched me there," she said tremblingly.

	"What do you mean there?"

	"You know, ah... my private spot."

	Mr. Smith moved forward and gently ran a finger down through
her thin fuzz and between her slightly spread legs, letting it
fleetingly caress her clit, saying "Like this?"

	"Oh, please don't do that... uhh... oooh... yes," she moaned
as he gently fingered her now slick slit.

	"Do you like what I'm doing to your cunny?"

	"No... oooh, yes!" Judy came to a strong orgasm, her legs
twitching as he skillfully massaged her clit. When she recovered, he
made her sit on the edge of the couch with her legs wide open so he
could kneel between her thighs and examine her pubescent pussy.

	"What do you call this?" he asked while his fingers parted the
pouting lips letting him gaze at her clit and virgin vagina.

	"My private place," she stammered wiggling under his fingers.

	"It's your cunny. Say its name!"

	"My cunny."

	"Do you like what I'm doing to your cunny?"

	"Oooo... yess"

	"Open your blouse and show me your titties."

	Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra. He
reached up and pulled the bra cups away, baring the budding conical
white mounds which were topped by large brown nipples.

	"Ah, these are nice tiny titties. You don't need a bra, they
stick out without support." He put his hot hands over them and gently
rolled them under his palm. When he felt her nipples erect, he leaned
forward and took one in his mouth. Judy was enjoying the sensation of
his lips and tongue and was disappointed when he stopped.

	However, when he bent down and buried his face between her
thighs, gluing his lips to her cunny, she thought she would faint from
the pleasure. He mumbled how good she tasted as he slurped away at her
dainty pussy. She enjoyed multiple orgasms, her juices covering his
face and her thighs. He finally stopped and standing before her,
dropped his trousers and underpants.

	"Show me what you did to Al."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Do what you did to Al's cock! Did you rub it?"

	"Yes," she replied staring at the pole which stood out from
the black bush at the base of his stomach. It was six inches long and
the white shaft ended in a red head which had liquid dribbling from a
hole in its tip.

	"Well, show me!" he demanded.

	She reached out and wrapping her fingers around the shaft,
curiously slid her hand up and down the shaft watching the skin gather
at the bulbous red head then pull away with her stroking hand

	Groaning happily, he said "Harder! Play with my balls while
you do that." She increased the friction of her hand and cupped the
big sac hanging down from the base of his cock with the other. There
were two big nuts which she could move around in the wrinkly skin of
the sac. Drawing her other hand over the red head of his cock she came
in contact with the fluid oozing from the hole and inadvertently
smeared it all over the head. When her hand came back up again it slid
easily over the head and he moaned and she felt his cock throb.

	She looked up at Mr. Smith's face and suddenly realized from
the look of ecstasy that she could use sex to control men. The plum-
like head of his cock was a bright red and she saw a new droplet of
clear liquid appear at the hole in the tip. She was getting very
excited and wondered what the drop tasted like.

	Judy leaned forward and gently licked at the head of his
quivering penis. She enjoyed the salty taste of his pre-cum and the
soft texture of the red head against her active tongue. Excited by
what she was doing, and remembering the women in the pictures, she
wetly kissed the red head.

	The response was gratifying, Mr. Smith moaned and begged her
to do it again and take him in her mouth. Opening her mouth she
swallowed part of the red head and ran her tongue over it. Mr. Smith
responded by placing his hand on her head and forcing her to swallow
more of his now steel-hard meat. She allowed him to pump in and out of
her mouth. He began to move jerkily and the hard hot shaft filling her
mouth began to twitch.

	She suddenly felt him spurt hot gobs of stuff in her mouth. He
must be shooting his cum in her mouth she realized, filling it with
his hot seed! She gagged but he wouldn't let her escape until he had
deposited his entire wad in her virgin mouth. Then, he let her pull
away and spit out the cum. As she watched, his cock shrank and a drop
of cum oozed from it's tip.

	"Ahh, that was good. I guess I won't tell your parents. And
you better never tell anyone what we just did. Do you promise?" he
asked as he pulled up his trousers then wiped her juice from his face
with his handkerchief.

	"Yes, I guess so."

	"You better," he said and gave her the handkerchief to wipe
herself.

	Judy noticed that he was getting hard again watching her,
especially when she wiped between her legs, so she hurried to get her
panties up. He returned the magazine and let her go saying they would
have to talk about this again.