ep. Of course, he avoided anything too stimulating or heavy, just something interesting or, occasionally when the mood took him, the odd erotic story, although, he didn’t do that quite so much in his thirties. But hey you couldn’t beat a good wank to relieve stress and release the tension in your muscles. Mind, he’d prefer something better. He’d been single for far too long, getting on for five years now. Yes there’d been flings, but nothing permanent. It didn’t help that he was far too shy and awkward to make the flings a regular event. His frustrations were often made worse because of the very oblivious flirting and teasing from his older teen pupils at the school where he had taught for 5 years. This flirting and teasing, and his efforts to ignore it were accompanied by the taunts and rumours that he was in fact gay, mainly from the teen boys, but rarely from the girls. Not that he was bothered about that, what bothered him was the way, if he let himself, his mind would dwell on some of the sluttier of the girls in there short come ether skirts . Even in class, occasionally, he could feel the one eyed monster rousing itself. Fortunately, he had always managed to control this, and the one eyed monster had yet to cause him any undue embarrassment.

 

 

Mind, there were moments, especially two years ago, when two girls in particular had pushed the limits as far as he could go, but they had left at the end of that academic year, much to his relief. But he’d not forgotten them, even now; the thought of them was enough to make the beast rise up. He resisted the temptation, and forced his mind back too book he was reading, which was one of a series, a fantasy, but one that didn’t take itself too seriously, and was quite funny in many places, this would be the 14th or 15th he’d read. He glanced at the clock again, hmmm 10:36, he’d allow himself to read until he couldn’t keep his eyes open, tomorrow was Saturday, so no school, no need to be bright eyes and bushy tailed.

 

 

There was a time when on Halloween’s night, he’d have been in a club, dressed as a vampire or something. Mind in his Goth days it would have been hard to tell the difference between normal everyday ware, and fancy dress. This thought made him smile to himself, as he thought about his pupils and their reaction if they knew about his Goth days. He still dressed in black and his house, which was Victorian, still retained a very strong gothic flavour, which is why he bought it. Mind he’d grown out off painting his room black. With a smile at the memory of his younger self, he returned to his book and let himself slide back into it.

 

 

Suddenly the door bell rang; David looked over at the clock, 11:10, “FUCK” he cursed! Who was that at this time of night, it was too late for trick or treaters, sod it, he wasn’t going down to answer it. The bell rang again, he ignored it, and again, he ignored it. However after the sixth or seventh time, he cursed, and threw back the covers and stood naked; stomping over to where his dressing gown lay, he picked it up and moving out of his bedroom he slung it on, pulling it around his body, he tugged and then knotted the belt. This had better be important, or he really would have some politically incorrect language to use when he opened that door too whoever they were. He turned the upper hall light on and stamped loudly down the stairs, as the bell range for the eighth time. As he neared the bottom of the stairs, and was close to the door, he could hear voices, and the sound of giggling, someone was telling someone else to stop giggling, hmmm female, which mellowed is temper, but only a bit.

 

 

As he passed, he turned both the hall light on and the outside porch light on. He reached the door; he could see two vaguely female forms through the frosted and etched pane glass front door.

 

 

He opened the door and was greeted by duet of “Trick or Treat Mr Lake” follow by giggles, giggles that hinted at a little too much drink. Any thought of expressing his anger were swept away by the vision that greeted his eyes. Standing under the porch light, giggling and leaning against each other for support were two girls, one dressed in a sort of school uniform, the other, yes, the gown and pasteboard hat, as the classic school teacher. Both girls were oddly familiar, but for moment, couldn’t place them.

 

 

“Hello Mr Lake, we were passing and saw your light on” said one.
“We’ve been too a party, and I need a pee” announced the other.
“Well emmm I….” was all he could manage, as they both staggered forward.
“Where’s your bathroom Mr Lake?”

 

 

That voice, he knew that voice, “It’s up the stairs, turn left, straight in front of you” he answered, still trying to catch up with the situation, he had two young women, correction two very sexy young women, clearly very tipsy, staggering towards his stairs.

 

 

Clinging to each another, they began to ascend the stairs, one step at a time, allowing David the time to examine them closely. One, he noticed, dressed as teacher, was clutching a bamboo cane in one hand, and was wearing a very long gown, black and shiny; all he could make out was some very high heeled boots. The other, oh my he thought, was in a very short skirt, pleated and flared. He could see that her hair was in pigtails. His eyes moved down, ooohh, fishnet stockings and white ankle sock (where had see them before?) these where finished off by, very high heeled, black shoes.

 

At the top of the stairs they swayed, “which way was it” they chorused together. For brief second David thought they were going to sway backwards and topple back down the stairs.

 

“Left and straight ahead” he replied.

 

“That’s it, left straight and ahead” and they disappeared from view, allowing David time to ponder; who were they…surely not; if they were, well he’d let them use the toilet, and see them out. However, his slowly hardening cock, clearly had other ideas, and he fought to suppress his rising desire.

 

 

He stood and waited, he could hear sounds of talking and giggling, images of what they might be doing flirted across his mind. “Stop it” he told himself, and moved on to ponder why women and girls, no matter when and where, took so long in the bath room. No!! Better not think about it that was moving in the same direction. Better get them out quick he decided firmly.

 

 

At last, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing and the door opening, followed by the sound of whispering and more giggles. Finally they came into view, but this time they were managing to walk unaided. His growing suspicion was correct; it was Julie and Jenny, the two girls that had caused him so much grief the before year last, not to mention countless sleepless nights and hours of fantasies. Between the pair of them they had almost driven him insane with lust and guilt. They walked slowly down the stairs, David eyes were drawn to Jenny, and in particular Jenny’s white blouse, which was tied in a knot, and unbuttoned, and several sizes too small, not to mention thin. She was clearly not wearing a bra, and her nipples, showed clearly through it. David could feel his cock begin to stiffen again and is determination to soften.

 

“Hmmm thank you Mr Lake, I was dying to go” said Jenny; forcing David to tear is eyes away from her nipples, dark and purple and very pointy.
“That’s Ok, ummm would you like a taxi, I can call one, and you shouldn’t be out on the streets like this at this time of night” he told her.

 

“Would you, thanks Mr Lake” replied Jenny, leaping from the last step and throwing herself at David and wrapping her arms around him. She smelt of perfume and some sort of drink, and his arms went around her automatically to support her. She kissed him on the cheek and pressed herself against him for a few seconds, pushing against his hard cock.

 

“Yes, thank you Mr Lake” added Julie, now by Jenny’s side, and she too reached up to kiss David, her gown briefly falling open. This made David look twice; she was wearing some sort of black lacy Basques, and not much else that he could see. He looked up into her eyes and there was a smile and a very knowing look in her eyes.

 

 

He pulled himself away, “right hummm, a taxi, I’ll just ring you one, shouldn’t be too long” he walked though into the lounge, and both girls followed him. As he turned on the light, both girls exclaimed in wonder.
“Wow Mr Lake, what a cool room, I always said you were a Goth, this is amazing” said Julie.

 

“Well thanks, um I not as much as I was once, but still like the gothic look, emmm..” he was now blushing, realising that what he’d just said could be interpreted in a different light.

 

“Wow look at the dragons, there’s hundreds of them” shouted Jenny, and both girls rushed over to admire David’s collection of dragons. David followed, and said “just a moment, I’ll turn the display lights on”.

 

He pushed gently past Jenny and bent down, just as he did, she shifted her position so that he had to brush past her legs, he could smell her perfume and something else…no, he put it from his mind. He turned on the light, and was rewarded by more gasps of wonder and praise. He straightened and watched the two girls admiring his collection of dragons.

 

“There’s so many, God where did you find them?”

 

“Well, I’ve been collecting them since I was about 13, and people still buy them for me” he replied.

 

“I bet you didn’t buy these when you were 13, Mr Lake” said Jenny indicated the group of more erotic dragons and maids, maids in various states of undress, and far from being maids is distress. Again David blushed.
“Can I pick one up, please, pretty please, I’ll be ever so careful Mr Lake” pleaded Jenny?

 

“Yes ok, but be careful they’re fragile” and almost straight away he regretted giving his permission, as he saw Jenny pick the most erotic of the them, one that his last girlfriend had bought him, and was now holding it up.

 

 

“Hmmmmm, I like this one” she said.

 

The maid figure was naked with the dragon around her, but with its tail between her legs, clearly fucking her with its tip.
Julie, who had remained silent to this point, said “hmmm that’s a bit naughty Mr Lake, did your mother buy that when you were 13.”
“No urrr that one was my last girlfriend, a few years ago…urrrr…anyway I ought to phone this taxi” he said, trying to avoid the gazes of both the girls were giving him; wanton was the word that sprang too mind.

 

As he reached the phone Jenny pleaded “please, can we look at them a bit longer, we be good, promise”. He hesitated.

 

“No Jenny; she’s so impulsive sorry, but can I have a drink Mr Lake, and then we’ll be off” intervened Julie, who appeared to have become sober and serious all of a sudden.

 

“Yes of course, urrr yes I just go get it, ummm what would like, a glass of water?”

 

“Whisky” jumped in Jenny.

 

Julie, turned and slapped Jenny on the side of her leg “don’t be cheeky young lady, or I have to punish you again” and then turned to David “can I have a coffee Mr Lake, and Jenny will have some squash” now clearly slipping into role play.

 

He retreated to the refuge of the kitchen, he allowed himself time to cool down, while he prepared the drinks. Right, get a grip of yourself, yes they’re both 18, or near enough, but they were his pupils two years ago. If this got out, things could become uncomfortable. He fixed himself a coffee too, and placed both steaming cups and the glass of squash on a tray, and then braced himself to return to the living room, and his guests.

 

 

When he entered the room, he saw that both girls were seated, Jenny on the sofa, and Julie in one of the arm chairs. David moved to the coffee table, and bent down and placed the tray on the table. He was directly opposite Jenny, and when he looked up, he could clearly see between her open knees.

 

Christ, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, he could clearly see her pussy and a hairless pussy at that. This was way beyond anything his imagination had ever conjured up. He felt is cock rising, he tried shifting a little, but his dressing gown was far too thin to hide is now fully erect cock.

 

Jenny giggled and asked “whats wrongs Mr Lake” looking very pointedly at his crouch, “you look uncomfortable.”

 

David tried to hide his embarrassment and erection by stooping back over the tray, “this is yours Julie, and there’s your squash Jenny.”
Picking up his own coffee, he retreated towards the other arm chair.

 

Behind him both Jenny and Julie said “Thank you Mr Lake.”

 

He sat down, “Its ok, you really don’t need to keep calling me Mr Lake, David is my first name.”

 

 

“That’s very kind of you Mr Lake, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for a pupil to be so informal” replied Julie coolly. Julie’s gown had fallen open, and he could now see more clearly how she was dressed, if dressed was the right word. She was wearing a black satin corset, with lace trimmings and lace bra cups, although these barely contained her ample bosom. He couldn’t quite make it out, but he was sure that her nipples were almost peeking over the top. He could not make out her panties, but she was wearing black shear stockings and knee length black boots, with heels. One hand held her coffee, while the other still gripped the cane, David gaze stayed on the cane for a second. Then he noticed for the first time the satchel type hand bag. Girls always seemed to need to carry so many essentials.

 

David became aware the Julie was talking again, but he had not heard a word she had said. He just caught the end.

 

“Don’t you agree Mr Lake?”

 

“Sorry, emm eeerrr, sorry eeerrrr could you repeat the question” he asked Julie.
He heard Jenny giggle.

 

“I was saying, that rebellious young ladies like little Jenny here, have to be taken under a firm hand.” She cracked the cane against her leg.
“Well errr yes…ummm so you been to a party” he answered trying to change the subject.

 

 

“Oh yes, it’s so cool, down at the Colosseum, every body was dressed up” replied Jenny, playing the excited schoolgirl role. David looked at Jenny, her knees opened wider, spreading her thighs more, which draw the hem of her skirt back.

 

 

“Jenny, I’ve warned you about interrupting adults, once more and I will be forced to punish you” warned Julie and then she turned to David. “Yes we went to the Halloween Party at the Colosseum, it was ok, but far too many little boys, and not enough older men, like you Mr Lake, it’s a pity you weren’t there.”
“Well I use to go, but I’m getting a bit over the hill for dressing up as a vampire or Zombie…”

 

“Your not old, your such a hunk” jumped in Jenny.

 

“One more time young lady” said Julie crossly.
Jenny sunk back into the sofa, a look of reproach on her face, her bottom lip curled up over top lip.

 

“But she is right Mr Lake, you’re not old, you should be out enjoying yourself on a Friday night.”

 

“Noooo, I stopped going to places like the Colosseum, ohhh years ago, I not been there since before I met my last girlfriend.”

 

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” asked both Jenny and Julie at the same time.
“Well…ummm no, not for a while…”

 

“Arrrhhhh poor Mr Lake, can I be your girlfriend, Mr Lake, pleasessss” asked Jenny excitedly. Jenny’s knees were now wide apart, her thighs spread open, her skirt around her waist, with her naked and bare pussy exposed, lips, slightly apart and glistening. David’s mouth went dry; he could not pull his eyes away.

 

Just then Julie interrupted “She is such a dirty tease, I think you should punish her” she suggested.

 

“Well I…uuurrr…I can’t do that”, bringing himself back to reality and tearing his eyes away from Jenny.

 

“Well if you won’t, I think I will” Julie stood up, flexing the cane she had in both her hands and then bringing it down and whacking it against her boot, “you’re a bad girl, Jenny, exposing yourself to Mr Lake, and teasing him like that. I’m going to have to punish you, it’s for you own good. Now assume the position.”

 

 

To his utter amazement, Jenny stood, turned around so her back was to David and then bent forward, placing her hand on the sofa cushions, and causing her skirt to rise up and expose her naked arse and her cunt.
Part of his mind was screaming at him that this should stop, yet this was a dream come true, and after all, they had left school, so they weren’t his pupils anymore, and they were 18, yet his doubt lingered.

 

 

“Tell Mr Lake what you are” commanded Julie.

 

“I’m a schoolgurl whore….ouuuuwww” Jenny cried out as Julie’s cane whisked down across her bare arse and striking her pale white flesh with a crack.
“Yes you are, a dirty little schoolgurl whore, and what do dirty school gurls whore need?”

 

“Mr Lake’s big cock, please Miss, I can’t help it, I need him so bad.”
“You wicked, wicked girl” and brought the cane down with a load crack, making Jenny squeal. Red strips were beginning to form on Jenny’s pale white skin of her arse cheeks. Again the cane cracked across Jenny’s arse cheeks, and again.

 

“Ohhh Miss, please I’m sorry, I promise to not to tease Mr Lake anymore…ocuhhh..”
“Naughty girls like you deserve to be punished, it’s for your own good, now stand up” ordered Julie.

 

Jenny obeyed, and turned to face David, looking very sad, and downcast, yet, holding her skirt around her waist.

 

 

“OOoooooohhhh Mr Lake, you’re sooo, sooo, hard and so sooooo biiiiigggg” cooed Jenny as she took a firm grip of his cock, her small had barely able to hold it.

 

“Look Miss, look at how big and hard Mr Lake is.”
“Yes Jenny, he is pleased to see you, now show Mr Lake how sorry you are.”

 

With this comment, Jenny lent forward and kissed his bellend…he let out a low groan. Her tongue snaked out and licked it, sliding around it and then up and down, before opening her mouth and placing her lips on his cock head. She stretched her lips wide, and then enclosed his bell end.
“Ohhhh god…” exclaimed David.

 

 

Her tongue was sliding all over the end of his cock, sensitive, because it had been a least two or three weeks since he had wanked. Jenny was lowering her head down, inch by inch, and the she began to bob her head up and down his cock. A movement caught is his attention.

 

Julie had slid out of her gown, and was getting something out of the satchel, and she turned so that he could not see what it was. Julie was strapping something on, he could not quite see, but when she turned around it was a strap-on dildo, quite a big strap-on dildo.

 

Oh god, was she going to fuck Jenny?

 

Oh yes he thought. She stood behind Jenny, and looked David in the eye, she thrust her hips back and forth in a very vulgar and suggestive way and then lowered herself down onto her knees. Jenny was still bobbing up and down on his cock, slowly; as if she knew that he wasn’t far off popping his load. She was alternating between fast and slow, building him up and then letting him come down from the edge a bit, she was clearly very adapt at this.

 

 

Jenny made a load grunting noise and seemed to push forward. David looked up, Julie was now behind Jenny, her hands firmly gripping Jenny’s waist and was now sliding the rubber cock into Jenny’s pussy. Julie was pushing the rubber cock in one smooth thrust, until her hips were pressed against Jenny’s arse cheeks. Then she pulled back all the way and thrust hard forward, again, a slow withdrawal and then a hard quick thrust forward. Each time Julie rammed into Jenny’s cunt, Jenny emitted a load muffled grunt, each thrust pushed her forward, and thus forcing the cock buried in her mouth to push deeper. Slowly Julie built the pace of her thrusts, still long and hard but faster and faster. Jenny’s sucking became more urgent, and David’s groans loader, he’d never experienced a blow job like this in his life, he was being eaten alive, as he came close to edge, his body tensed up, and his hands gripped the arms of the chair.

 

 

Julie lent forward and gripped Jenny’s hair, “suck him fucking whore….take it down you throat and swallow bitch” she pushed Jenny’s head down, forcing David’s cock all the way into her mouth and throat. David pushed up and forward, as his organism burst through is body, crying out loudly, almost on the verge of pain. At the same time, Julie was ramming the strap-on violently into Jenny, forcing her forward as well. Jenny was emitting load muffled noises from her cock filled mouth, yet she didn’t stop sucking, nor did she stop swallowing.

 

 

David was groaning so loudly that it was almost a scream, even though there was no more to pump, his cock continued to pump, the mix of pain and pleasure was almost unbearable, part of him wanted it to stop, to pull away, yet part of him wanted to carry on, to force his cock deeper. Gradually the sensation subsided and David became aware of his surrounding again, an the load groans and grunts admitting from Jenny, who have giving up trying to suck David’s cock, had buried her head into the cushion between his knees, her arms stretch out, her hands firmly gripping the arms. Julie was pumping fast and hard into Jenny, the rubber cock slick with juice. Jenny groans became a long drawn out cry, her body began to shake. Julie continued to pump her. Jenny’s orgasm seemed to go on for ages, but slowly Julie began to slow down, and Jenny’s body began to relax. Julie withdraw the rubber cock that she had impaled Jenny with and stood up, and Jenny collapsed onto the floor, breathing deeply and whimpering with satisfied contentment.

 

 

With out a word Julie stood up and stepped over Jenny and stood in front of David, and question forming on her lips, which turned to surprise as he lowed himself on to his knees. David face was now level with the still very wet rubber cock, he could smell the strong scent of Jenny cunt juice. He bent forward and ran is tongue over the cock, tasting the wetness, his mouth emitting a low groan.

 

 

“Ooohhh…Mr Lake you are naughty, I didn’t realise you were this kinky.”
David felt Jenny stir next to him, he opened his lips and slid his mouth down the think shaft, and Julie began to fuck the rubber cock back and forth between his lips.

 

“So Mr Lake, do still want too call us a taxi?” asked Julie, looking down at David, his mouth and stretched wide.
He shook his head, and tried to say no.

 

“Ohhh you shouldn’t speak with your mouth full” exclaimed Jenny, “I get spanked for that.”

 

 

After a few minutes, Julie announced that it was now clean, and got of the arms of the chair.
“So Mr Lake, I think you should show me and Jenny the rest of the house”.
“Ok” he agreed, smiling, “where would like to go first?”
“The bedroom” demanded Jenny now standing, jumping up and down, and making her small but very pert breast bounce up and down.
“Yes, the bedroom” agreed Julie.
“Ok, follow me” David got up and walked toward the living room door, Jenny Jumped along like an excited child, while Julie followed in a more grown up and teacher like manner.
“So, when did you two plan this”
“Whatever do you mean Mr Lake” answered Julie innocently.
“What I mean is, a lot of thought has gone into this, hasn’t it”?
“Hmmm, well yes” answered Julie, more shyly this time.
“We been fantasying about you for years Mr Lake….we even tried to catch your attention at school” announced Jenny. They were now all walking slowly up the stairs.

 

“Yes, I know, you both caused me quite a bit of stress, not to mention attracting some very awkward questions, you realise I came close to getting the sack.”

 

Both girls look surprised at that.

 

“We’re sorry, we didn’t realise that…honest.”

 

“Its ok, I admit that I wanted to play…and its ok now, I think, anyway” as they got to the top of the landing he turned them both, “look, you mustn’t go around telling people about this ok.”

 

Again both girls answered “nooo we won’t” and then Julie added “most people don’t know that me and Jenny have been lovers for years, so we won’t tell…on one condition.”

 

“Ohhh and what’s that” he asked nervously fearing the worst.
Julie reached out and gripped his semi hard cock “on conditions that we get plenty of this Mr Lake.”

 

 

End of Part One

 

 

Part Two too follow as soon as I can.

 

 

didn't talk to her much. I alway thought she was cute, but whenever she came by, somehow the conversation always turned towards nudity. Kelly would say she was fine with it, and for a quarter she would go home and take off all her clothes and stand in her bedroom window so we could look at her. It was usually me who would come up with the twenty-five cents. I always thought she was cute, so to me it was worth it.

        Like I said she lived at the edge of the sub-division so there was a wide open field behind her house. There was a bike path that ran along behind the houses, and Kelly's house had a chain-link fence with a five foot hedge aroung the back yard. We could sit back there, on our bikes, with our binoculars. We could look at her naked in the bedroom, window on the second floor, for as long as we wanted. Nobody could see us behind those hedges, unless they looked out another second story window.

        One of my freinds, a Minister's son would giggle and get downright giddy looking at her. He was funny to watch and would have my other freind and I laughing before long. Once we were laughing she'd usually leave the window. I don't know if she thought we were laughing at her, but I aways felt a little disappointed and guilty after she'd leave.

        The voyeristic relationship continued for two years, I'd often give her the twenty-five cents even if I was the only one, and she would stand naked in front of her window for as long as I wanted to look at her. Maybe I should describe her for you. She had short brown hair, usually worn about shoulder length. I really liked those soft brown eyes. She also had some nice curves for a little girl. What I liked best about her was her cute ass and awesome legs. She would wear cute short-shorts that would show off her legs and ass. I always thought her legs look more like the legs of a grown woman, not like a little girl at all. In fact when I was alone watching her I would often motion for her to turn around so I could see her naked ass, or put her foot on the windowsil so I could see her leg. Of course that pose also got me a pretty clear shot of that hairless pussy as well. About fifty feet away, across her backyard, and up on the second floor. Still at that young age, it was pretty exciting. At night, I would close my eyes and picture it as I masturbated.

        The voyeristic part of our relationship ended the summer between 5th and 6th grade. School had only been out for about a week, and I'd just finished mowing the lawn, we had a big yard, but we had a riding lawn mower so my parents only gave me a dollar to mow it. I was driving the mower into the garage when Kelly rode up on her bike. I sat on the mower, as we talked, and as always, we ended up discussing nudity, and she offered to get naked and stand in front of her window, so I could look at her. At the time I was content at the view I was getting for free. She was sitting on her bike facing me, one toe was on the ground leaving that legs in a very sexy pose, The other leg was up on the bike pedal bent at the knee, also very sexy, and up that bent leg I could see up her shorts, she was wearing pink panties. I would have given her the whole dollar I just made mowing the lawn just to caress those legs and touch those pink panties. My mind was whirling as I blindly made her an offer, "I'm tired of looking at you through the window... I'll give you a whole dollar if you go back to the clubhouse with me, take off your clothes and let me look at you there." I was hoping she would at least agree to strip down to her panties. She paused, looked at me and I was stunned as she caually replied, "Show me the dollar."

        I told her I'd be right back as I dashed in the house, grabbed my mothers purse from the kitchen, took it to her in the livingroom and excitedly told her, "I finished the lawn!" She said, "Okay, hold your horses..." She gave me the dollar, and I bolted she called, "Hey, get back here and put my purse away." I ran back and put her purse in the kitchen then bolted for the door. She asked, "Where's the fire?" I just called back, "I'm going out to the clubhouse!" as I flew out the door.
        The "clubhouse" was really nice, as far as clubhouses go. It was built with lumber from an old farmhouse and barn they tore down up the street, before they could build more houses on the land. The workers didn't mind us taking the wood, that meant less for them to haul away. In fact one of the guys even took a load for us in his pickup. We built it in and open field, near a pond that would freeze over in the winter. It would double as a warming house for our Ice Skating over the long cold winter. With all the wood we had available it was quite a place. It was up, six inches above the ground, on seven short wooden posts, to prevent the floor from rotting out. All the sides were double thick, with the boards staggered, and the roof was doubled layered, and staggerd too, but we also got tar paper from the walls of that old farmhouse and used it between the layers so the roof wouldn't leak. It was ten feet long, eight feet wide and five foot high at the peak of the roof, Four feet at the sides. With leftover paint from my Dad's gas station we painted it Service Station White. When our neighbors got new carpeting, we hauled away the better pieces of old carpet to carpet the floor, and the walls, and the ceiling. It was quite the place to hang out in, year round.

        I got back, a little out of breath, and showed her the dollar. She tried to take it, but I took it back and said, "After I get to see you naked." Kelly just shrugged and said, "Fine, I don't have any problem taking off my clothes in front of you." and we rode our bikes out there. We parked our bikes on the far side, so no one would know we were out there. We kept the place locked up to keep the hooligans in the neighborhood from getting in and trashing the place. I unlocked the door and let her in. I opened the windows on the far side so we could watch our bikes and to let in the afternoon sun.

        She asked, "The dollar?" I pulled it out, she reached for it, i said, "Not until your naked." She asked, "How do I know you'll give it to me?" I placed the dollar on the big wooden cable spool we converted into a table. and said, "I'll leave it right here, but you can't take it until your naked, and you have to stay naked for a little while so I can look at you." She smiled at that last part and I fantasized in my young mind that she really liked being look at naked, the money was just an excuse.

        She stared taking off her shoes as I settled in on the carpet leaning against a carpeted wall. She went for her socks and I said, "Forget those, just get on with the good stuff." She smiled and stood up. She could easily stand up without stooping, she was well under 5 feet tall. She was a year younger than me, between Fourth and Fifth grade. As she stood she unsnapped and unzipped those denim short. I was already hard, I'd been sporting a woody since she said, "Show me that dollar." I tried to adjust it to let it slide down my pantleg, without her noticing, but she smiled and blushed anyway. She pushed her shorts over her hips then let them drop to her ankles and she stood there in her pink panties. I asked her, "Turn around." She asked, "Why do you always want me to turn around?" I replied, "Just do it! Please." She shrugged and turned around. That beatiful ass in those tight pink panties was almost more than I could stand. I wanted to pull my cock out and start masterbating right now. I imagined me blowing may wad all over that lovely ass in those tight pink panties. This was way better than any picture in those magazines, this was 3-D and right in front of me!

        She turned back facing me and unceremoniously pulled her white tank top off over her head. She had on a cute little training bra. She tugged on a strap and said, "My Mom makes me wear these." as she made a face. I said, "It makes you look more like a woman." She bightened up and asked, "It does?" I nooded as she adjusted the straps on it, and a big smile spread across her pretty face. She started to unhook the training bra, it closed in front, then she paused and said, "Oh, I forgot to turn around." I replied, "Well don't do it now, just finish what your doing." She looked down and I followed her eyes and almost jumped as I suddenly realized I'd beeb subconciously rubbing my cock, running down my pantleg. Kelly blushed again, and so did I.

        She unhooked the bra and let it slide off her arms. There wasn't much more than her perky little nipples, but you could see where there were some mounds beginning to form. She left her arms in that same position as she slowly turned around showing me her bare back, and that awesome pink panty covered ass, before she slowly turned back. This was too much, I felt like my poor penis was going to explode. I didn't care anymore and I started rubbing my cock again as she slipped off those pink panties. I could see there was no hair on her mound as she straighened back up. But that didn't matter, I liked looking at the shaved pussies in penthouse the best. I wished they were all shaved. She turned and I actually groaned as I look at that bare ass just a feet feet away. I wanted to grab it and squeeze it so bad, I could hardly stand it. She didn't notice or chose to ignore my audible appreciation as she smiled looking at me then walked closer and picked up the dollar. She asked, "Do you want me to put my leg up on this?" as she took the dollar off the table. I nodded, "Oh yea!" She put her leg up and I was less than five feet from that pretty pink pussy. Not fifty feet looking through binoculars across a backyard, I was so close I could almost smell it! It was torture, but I loved it.

        She looked down at me rubbing my rigid cock and asked, "Can I see you naked?" I gasped not believing my good fortune. She must've took my gasp in the wrong way as she quickly added, "I'll give you your dollar back."

        I think I should point out at this time that my fifth grade education in sex was a bit advanced for a youth of my time. When my uncle lived with my grandmother, he amassed quite the collection of Penthouse Magazines. He left them behind when he moved out, so I smuggled them out of Grandma's house in my bowling bag. One at a time, every Saturday. It took almost two seasons of Junior bowling to get them all. We kept them in an old clothes hamper in the clubhouse, under a pile of comic books. My sex education consisted of reading each and every Penthouse Forum atricle in every magazine. I thought wild sex stories were common as everybody seemed to have one. The always started with something like, "I never thought this would happen to me but...." Anyway I knew the intimate details of what men and women do, when alone together, naked. So you could understand my excitement.

        I'm ashamed to say I took the dollar back and quickly disrobed. I could also stand at the peak if the house being just under five feet at the time. She looked down at my rock hard penis pointing right up at her face. She blushed and asked, "Turn around." I did a slow turn my cock bobbing up and down making her giggle. I wanted to stroke it so bad, but even more I wanted to touch her naked body. I blurted out, "You can have the dollar back if you let me touch you." She paused then asked, "Where?" I replied, "Anywhere I want." She hesitated so I held up the dollar, she took it and nodded.

 I stepped closer to her, bent slightly and ran my hands around her waist, then back around to that gorgeous ass and began kneeding and massaging it. It felt more wonderful than I could have imagined. Her soft skin and the firm but pliable flesh. This was awesome! A must've stood there for five minutes just squeezing and kneading those sweet cheeks. She finally commented, "You didn't have to give me a dollar if that's all you wanted to touch." I snapped out of my trance and told her, "Oh, I'm not done." as I ran my hands up her sides, she nervously replied, "That's okay, I liked it." I said, "I think you'll like this too." as I ran my hands over her young, almost non-existant, breasts. Her nipples were hard so I gently pinched them and rolled them between my thumb and fore-finger, just like the letters in the magazine say to do it. Her breathing started to sound a little ragged. I looked up and her eyes were closed, and she let out a soft sigh as her head rolled back. I thought, "Holy cow, this crap really works!

         I looked down and saw her hand rubbing her stomach and pubic mount over and over. I put one of my hands down there and mimiced her movements. She softly sighed, "Oh, your hands are so warm..." as she placed her hand over mine and encouraged the rubbing. I was getting close to her pussy and wanted more so on the next circuit, I took a downward turn between her legs, she made no move to stop me. I slipped my hand bteween those lovely thighs as my middle finger ran along her slit. She just sighed, "Mmmmmm....." I took that as a positive sign and pulled back pressing my middle finger slightly into her. I felt a little nub near the top of her slit, it was hard and she gasped when I touched it. I paused and asked, "Are you okay." She nodded and stared pushing my hand as she pleaded, "Please, don't stop!" Again I thought, "Wow! All that crap I read in Penthouse Forum really is for real!"

        I was feeling moisture down there between her legs, just like they say in the magazines. According to all those article that means she is getting excited, and sexually aroused. That was making me really excited, and I was already sexually aroused, because I knew which way the stories in the magazine always went. I didn't want to jack-off anymore. I was desparately trying to figure out a way, to get her, to let me put it inside her! I started rubbing her pussy slipping my finger deeper and deeper inside of her. I made sure to give a little extra attention to the little nub, it took me a few minutes to realize that was her clitoris. I've read so much about them, and here I was actually touch and rubbing a real live one. My knees almost went weak.

        I as stood there, actually rubbing a real live pussy, I could hardly believe this was happening to me! I felt like writing to Forum myself, I knew just how all those guys felt! This was awesome. Her breathing started to get more raspy. as she pressed my hand harder into her moist pussy. Her thighs squeezed tightly together she stiffened up and let out a short yelp, a brief pause then a long sigh. She seemed a bit wobbly and leaned on me for support. I tried to continue to rub her but she pushed my hand away. But being a dumb little kid I was insistent, and tried to rub some more. Abruptly, she shoved the dollar in my face and blurted out, "Can I touch you?"

        I stopped insisting and pulled my hand back, glistening with her dew. I took the dollar with the dry hand, that was still playing with her nipple. I smelled the moisture on the fingers of my other hand, it smelled kind of like I just took off a sweaty sock, only better, much better. The sent was making me feel funny. I looked down at her, she was examining my hard pecker, so I took a little taste of my finger. Now I felt really strange, it was weird, and I couldn't explain the feeling, but I found myself licking my fingers clean and wanting MORE!

        She was still a little unsteady and sugessted we sit down. I agreed and sat with my legs spread as she took a seat between them. She reached out and started petting my cock like it was a deliacate little bird. But her hand was the only hand, other than my own, to ever have touched it, so it felt wonderful. I let her continue for a few moments then sighed, "Oh that feels so good!" She jumped, almost like she forgot I was there, and that hard penis she was petting, was attached to me. She tried to put her hand around it, but her fingers didn't go all the way around. That was okay though. I tried to show her how to stroke it but she couldn't quite get the motion down. All the while her scent was filling that small clubhouse, filling my head. I couldn't handle it, I was just a kid, and quickly becomming overcome with desire. I shoved the dollar back at her and cried, "I want to kiss you!"

        She took the dollar and nodded, "Uh huh!" I pushed her onto her back, I think she thought I was going to kiss her lips, but I went for straight for those perkly little nipples. I started kissing them, sucking them, and tugging on them with my teeth. She seemed startled at first but quickly began guiding my head with her hands. I didn't spend long there, I knew where that scent was coming from and I wanted more. I abandoned her breast and went south for my first taste of real live pussy! I kissed her mound as she mumbled, "What are you doing?" As an answer to that question I kissed her moist slit, pressing my lips against her, opening my mouth and trying to suck her inside. She moaned and gasped all at the same time. The scent was driving me wild, the taste was lighting me on fire. I licked her deeply as her hands rested on my head. I licked her from bottom to top and paused to tease her clit with my tongue. She pulled my head into her crotch, mashing my face into her sweet virgin pussy. I could hardly belive this was me, actually eating a real girls pussy, and by the way she was pulling my hair like she was trying to pull me inside of her, I positive she was liking it. My tongue may have been inexperienced, but my mind was filled with ideas from hundreds of Forum letters. I was determined to give her an orgasm, no wait, two orgasms, or maybe I'll just keep giving her orgasms until she begs me to stop. That's what one guy did, and when he finished he said it felt like she was going to suck his testicles right out through his dick when she went down on him. Would Kelly do that to me? I was damn sure going to find out.

        It wasn't easy at first, then I got her legs over my shoulders and she tilted her hips to give me easier access. Now I had the right position, there isn't much about positioning in Pentouse. I tried a few methods explaind in the magazine and she seemed to like them all pretty much. I decided to try one method where he licked her with his tongue while massaging her clit with his upper lip. It was ackward at first but I soon mastered it, and by the sound of her voice, she was very appreciative. I made a mental note to do this often if I ever get another chance. After a few more appreciative moments I decided to try sucking on her clit, according to Forum, that is suppose to drive women wild, and it hasn't failed me yet. I'm not sure if she screamed like the girls in the magazines. I couldn't hear a thing. As soon as I wrapped my lips around that tiny nub and sucked, she clamped her thighs around my head, muffling my ears as she arched her back, while she kicked me hard, with her heels in my back.

        I was starting to get worried as I couldn't breathe and she was still squeezing. I started to black out when she finally released me. I was gasping for breath, she was panting like a dog. I was just getting my head back together and started thinking about going back down on the sweet pussy next to my head. I rolled bck and saw the dollar and she sighed, "I want to kiss you!" I thought "BLOWJOB!" as I snatched the dollar and quickly sat up.

        She knocked me down flat on my back as she laid down on top of me, and was kissing me on the lips. I didn't mind, I kinda liked it. I definately liked the way she was rubbing her naked body all over mine! She whispered in my ear, "I've done that to myself before, but it was never like that!" I smuggly smiled as I reached down and grabbed her ass squeezing it. She giggled, "You like that!" I replied, "You have a great ass." Her thighs were on either side of my rock hard cock. As she kissed me again. I kissed her back and we started naked necking, which was pretty cool. Suddenly she slipped down slightly and my rigid meat was pressing against her warm wet pussy. I no longer cared about getting my testicles sucked through my penis. All I wanted at that moment was to feel my cock inside a real wet and warm pussy.

        I released her ass and rolled us over, spreading her legs apart, slipping in between those lovely legs. I held up the dollar and asked, "Can I touch my thing to your thing?" She took the dollar and softly sighed, "Yes..." I lifted myself up on one arm, and used my other hand to rub the head of my penis over her moist slit, getting it all wet. She felt warm, almost hot inside. I wanted to feel more, so I pushed a little bit pressing the head of my penis against her pussy. My cock was stiff as a piece of steel and I was getting real excited, I pushed again, with no luck. I felt her hand on my cock, she pointed it down and sighed, "It's here." DAMN! She wanted me, inside her, just as bad as I wanted to be, inside her. I pushed again and the head slipped inside. It was wonderful she felt so warm, so hot inside. I pushed a little harder, It was so tight, but I my cock felt hard as steel I pushed it a little deeper. I was wondering how her hymen would feel. I'd read where you can actually feel the hymen as you break it.

        She suddenly pulled me on top of her, As I fell over on top of her, my cock was rammed deep into her hot tight pussy, almost all the way, it must've broken her hynen. I didn't feel anything, but apparently she did. She bit onto my shoulder as she whimpered. I forgot everything I read about fucking virgins, and pushed the last inch into her, not willing to wait for her to get used to having my penis inside her. She whimpered and cried out, I paused but didn't care. I stared humping her, a bit clumy at first, but soon got into a rhythym. She was starting to get used to it and my initial thrill of actually fucking a girl for the first time passed. I slowed down remembering that can make it last longer, and I wanted to make it last as long as I could. She wasn't whimpering anymore she was moaning, like she was when I went down on her. I remembered that I should wait for her to come first, I was suppose to think of something else like baseball so I didn't come too fast. BASEBALL? How in the hell could I think of baseball, while I was fucking my first real pussy? She was moaning and sighing, she looked really cute. How in the hell was I suppose to think of baseball?

        Still I wanted to do it right my first time and it took all my willpower to hold back while I was stroking that hot, tight, virgin pussy. Not too soon for mei, she squeezed my hips and arched her back as she let you a long low moan. I blasted off instantly blowing wad after wad of come into that sweet, formerly-virgin pussy.

        I laid on top of her feeling extremely satisfied. She pushed me off and saying, "Crap, I'm gonna be late for dinner!" I looked outside at the sun and it did seem a little bit low. We hurried and got dressed, I locked the door and went behind the clubhouse and she was standing there waiting for me. She kissed me and asked, "See you tomorrow?" I nodded, "Sure." We got on our bikes and headed off for home.

        So yes, I paid for it my first time. One dollar for my first fuck.

        I was late for dinner, and it was kind of uncomfortable at dinner as my Mom asked what I'd stepped in. She said it really stank and told me to go leave my shoes outside. I took my shoes outside then said I had to go to the bathroom. I looked in my shorts and was stunned to see my underwear was stained with blood. I took them off and got then wet and used them to wash off the sex smell and blood from my genitals, I even had blood on my testicles. I snuck to my room and put on new underwear and wrapped the wet bloody underwear in plastic, then stuffed it in the back of my closet. Later that night I woke up and could smell them. I snuck out of my room and stuffed them into a garbage bag out in the garage. Day after tomorrow was garbage day anyway.

        The next day Kelly didn't come over, I wanted to ask her if I'd have to pay a dollar for it every time. It wasn't that I didn't think I was worth it, It was that my parents made me put all my money in the bank, (and they held onto my bank book) so I didn't have a lot of money available.

        The next day Kelly came over, and saud she'd been grounded for being late for dinner, but her Mom found her bloody panties and thought she was late because she had her first period. She showed her how to use "feminine napkins" and convinced her Dad that her tardiness wasn't her fault. I had three sisters so I knew about that time of the month, and had even been sent into a drug store to buy Kotex. (Pretty embarassing for a young boy.) Her concern was how to get more blood to continue to make her mother think she was having her period. I gave her a tube of "Vampire Blood" I had left over from last Halloween. She hugged me and thanked me.

        I nervously asked her, "You think we could do that again some time?" She smiled and nodded, "Of course, I'm looking forward to it." She kissed me lightly on the lips. I mumbled, "I won't have another dollar until I mow the lawn again." She laughed and replied, "Silly, you don't have to give me a dollar for that!" and she gave me a hug. I perked up and asked, "Can we do it now." She looked at me with a big smile and nodded.

        Again this was in the afternoon, we were more cautious, and hurried so we wouldn't be lat for dinner. I didn't want her to be grounded. There was no blood this time.

        Aftewards, she said she wished we had more time. I told her, "You know, last summer, I used to spend the night out here. You think you could sneak out of your house and come out here tonight." She thought and said, "You know when we were doing the practice fire plan?" I sighed, "No, my family never bothered." She smiled and said, "We did. I can step out of my window onto the roof. I can jump down to the garage, then climb down the wood pile." I asked, "Won't they hear you?" She smiled, "I'll do it quietly."

        We dressed and went to my house. I asked and my parents agreed to let me slepp out in the club-house, as long I I made sure to lock the door. I thoght to my self, I will, after Kelly gets there. I went back outside and told Kelly it was on, and she smiled and gave me a quick kiss and said, "See you tonight."

        That night was great! I managed to give her three orgasms, and she gave me, my first blow-job! I had two orgasms myself! But she had to leave so she could sneak back inside while her parents were asleep. She promised, one night, she would spend the whole night with me.

        Once or twice a week, all summer long, I was spending the night out at the club-house. I ran out of kerosene, and started usin gas in my lantern. My Mom asked if I was going to move out there permanently. Kelly and I had sex, each and every time I spent the night out there. Or should I say *I* was having sex. what happened next is really hard to talk about. My crime, what I'm so ashamed of....


        It was Labor Day weekend, the last weekend before school starts, the last night my parents would allow me to sleep out there. I'm not sure why, I just think I wanted to let somebody know that I'd been having sex all summer long. I invited my best freind to join me out there. I was way to young, and really stupid!

        Kelly arrived, but didn't say anything about Gregg being there, in fact she didn't say anything at all. I stripped her, then got naked myself and fucked her. Then I did the most moronic thing I could have possibly done! I told Gregg, " It's great, you've got to try it." and I let him fuck Kelly. She didn't say a word, and after Gregg finished, she silently dressed and left. while we were high fiving and laughing.

        My school district sent 6th grade to Junior High. we had a split shift. &th and 8th grade went from 7:00AM to 12:00 Noon, then 6th Grade from Noon to 5:00PM. It sucked, I got home at dinner time and never got the chance to see Kelly, so I never realized that she probably didn't want to see me anyway. In fact the following school year I was going in the morning and she was going to school in the afternoon. It wan't until I was in 8th Grade and I looked for her, she was in 7th so we sould have been going to school at the same time. I figured we could get back together. Funny how all summer long I never got off my butt and tried to see her.

        Anyway, I finally went to her house and found out she moved. Her family move to a nearby town, where her father worked, and it was in a different school district. I felt a slight pang, I thought she'd always be there, but I'd lost her and never had a chance to say good-bye.

        I didn't have sex again, until I was a Junior in High School. I remember that time, it was the first time I "Made Love". Clarissa asked me, "Do you love me?" I kissed her and replied, "Of course I love you." I smiled and added, "Do you love me?" She hugged me tight and said, "I wouldn't be doing this with you if I didn't love you."

        I was glad she hugged me and couldn't see my face. At the moment she said that, I realized,

                         KELLY LOVED ME!!!!

        It felt like somebody punched me in the stomach so hard, that they penetrated the skin, grabbed a hand full of my guts and just started twisting them up! That poor girl fell in love with me and I was a huge jerk who passed her off to his freind, like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. I felt so horrible, I was glad Clarissa had hugged me, I'm sure she thought I was hugging her because of the word she'd said, and she'd be right, but I didn't want her to see how her words had effected me. There was no way I could explain to Clarissa, what I done to Kelly, I was so ashamed I didn't want her to know what I'd done. I didn't want anyone to know, I just hugged Clarissa tight and she hugged me back.

        I did make love to Clarissa that night. I was amazing! I was trying to make up for what I'd done to Kelly. I thought if I could make this night wonderful for Clarissa, it would somehow redeem myself for what I did to Kelly. Of couse I was wrong, and I felt miserable inside. But I had to hide it, I couldn't let Clarissa know. I was so ashamed, I could never let anyone know.

         Women have called me a very attentative lover. I've been told I was great in bed. Truth be told, I never had sex again. I've always made sweet and tender love to every woman I've ever been with. And I did everything in my power to make it as good as I could for her. I don't know, I guess I'm still trying to redeem myself somehow for what I'd done to Kelly.

        It's been almost 40 years since I committed this crime of love, and for almost fourty years I've never told a living soul. I don't know why I'm doing this now. I guess, I'm hoping Kelly will read this and know how sorry I am. I hope she got over the emotional scar I gave her, and to let her know that I never did. It still hurts today. I'm not looking or asking for forgiveness, I know don't deserve it.

        I just wish I knew if things worked out for Kelly. I got married, and had two kids. I protected my Daughter from assholes like me, and now she's in a serious relationship with a pretty cool guy. I also taught my son to repect woman, starting at a very young age. Now he's in a serious relationship with his High School sweetheart. I just hope Kelly had a happy life, a husband, with kids, a dog and a house. The american dream, and I hope she was happy.

        Kelly, if you are out there, I just want you to know how sorry I am for what I did to you.