Henhouse Ch. 01

“October 31, 1997 (when I started writing this story)

I’ve had this one around awhile, and have two more chapters (unfinished). Got a little wordy in places, but still plenty of sex. Let me know what you think.”

*Henhouse part 1*

Hi, my name is Mike, I own a large house near a sizable Liberal Arts College. My wife, Mary, and I bought it about six years ago, with the intention of making it in to a bed and breakfast inn. Before we got very far though, she was diagnosed as having cancer. We hurriedly fixed up six sleeping rooms upstairs, and started renting them to college students. With my wife ailing, we were unable to supply meals, but did allow full use of the kitchen and large dining room. At my wife’s insistence we only rented to female students, thinking they would be less rowdy and destructive. I have never regretted her decision!

One of our standing rules was, no boys on the second floor, just in the kitchen and dining rooms. Around campus, we received the nickname of ‘Henhouse’, since no ‘Roosters’ were allowed. Any boys who came to take out a girl, had to come to the front door, and pass through me. I wasn’t mean to the boys, and even got to know some of them quite well. I was mainly concerned that I knew who the girls were dating. I received my share of kidding from the girls, though they never seemed to really mind.

One of my ongoing projects at that time, was to transform a large upstairs closet into a community shower room, to free up the small downstairs bathroom for me. I removed an unused chimney to run the pipes up, and installed a ladder from the basement, to ease installation. It was as I neared completion, that I realized that I had a perfect spot from which to spy on the girls shower room!

With my wife’s slowly sinking health, we hadn’t had sex in over six months. I was very bored with the sex magazines, and avoided being seen at the local strip clubs. I spent many an evening glued to one of the several view ports I had installed. I was also very pleased with the indirect lighting installed along the floor, for leg shaving I reasoned, which also illuminated the darkest crotch! I never told anyone of my activities, especially the fact that I masturbated wildly, as I drooled over these tender young pussies being soaped, rubbed, and even shaved inches from my face!

My wife’s health continued to fail, until it finally became necessary to place her in a full care nursing home. The insurance covered most of the cost, and the rent income had finally paid off the initial loans for the construction. I then invested in some needed improvements. First, video cameras were installed in my pussy viewing nest. Next, motion detectors in the shower, turned on the lights, and the cameras! I also installed a whole house intercom system, with part of it just for the girls personal use upstairs. My only joy during this time of misery, was to return from visiting my wife, and finding a full tape waiting for me at night!

I enjoyed watching the girls day to day activities, and began to notice things. Like when they were menstruating, they showered alone, usually later at night. I could tell when they were close, they would use liners. And, when flowing, they always had the string of their tampon showing.

It was during our second year of operation, when Cindy had her ‘little problem’. She had been one of the first girls to rent from us, and had reserved her same room for this year. It was near the end of the first term, when I noticed she was consistently showering very late. She had been wearing panty liners for a week, and seem very disappointed that she wasn’t leaking yet So, I guess Cindy and I figured out at about the same time … she was pregnant!

My wife and I had always encouraged the girls to confide in us, which I continued. With my wife so ill, the girls would talk to me as a kind of substitute father. This was especially true with Cindy, since her father had died five years earlier, in a car accident. She walked into my living room, the next night, closing the door behind her. I usually left this door open, to encourage visits from the girls. Only if privacy was needed, would the door be shut.

Even though I knew what she wanted to discuss, I waited for her to mention it. The story spilled out about Jeff, her current boy friend. He had managed to talk her into going to his apartment. One thing lead to another, they had sex, she was pregnant. Simple, but devastating to Cindy. She cried, as I hugged her. She sobbed as I remembered her, naked and crying, in the shower room last night. I asked her if she wanted to call her mother, she shook her head. Seems her mother had warned her about not getting pregnant early, like she had. Her mother had such high hopes for Cindy, she was sure she would be very disappointed.

I approached from a different angle, and mentioned Jeff. This made her almost explode! It seems that Jeff had no further use for her, since he knocked her up. He was only interested in putting another notch on his bedpost.

I then tried the straight to the heart of the matter. Did she want to keep the baby? Was she going to drop out of college? Would she ever get another chance to attend later? And, to myself, I wondered if I had seen her trim, sexy body for the last time.

Cindy was sure she would never get back to college, if she left. She was also sure her mother would be understanding, though disappointed. And, no, she did not want the baby!

I told her that she should think about what we had discussed for a few days. And, I would talk to a Doctor, I knew in town, about her problem. She hugged me close, and made me promise to not tell anyone, especially her mother. I agreed, as I enjoyed the feeling of her firm young tits pressed against my chest!

That Friday night, after all the other girls were out on their dates, Cindy joined me in the Living room. I had some material from the Planned Parenthood Agency, and the name of the Doctor, who promised complete discretion. Since Cindy was legally an adult, and abortion was legal, there were no problems in obtaining an abortion. As we talked, I casually mentioned to Cindy that I had a vasectomy after my wife had our second child. She commented that she would like to give Jeff one, using two dirty bricks! She seemed mad enough to do it that night.

Plans were made, and a schedule was put into place. A visit to the Doctor confirmed what we already knew, Cindy was pregnant. The in office procedure would be preformed on the Monday before Thanksgiving, when everyone would be home for the holidays. Cindy told her mother that she was staying at school to study with some friends. This was all the more believable since her grades had been suffering since the onset of her pregnancy.

When we arrived at the office, I thought my job would be to wait in the waiting room. Cindy wouldn’t hear of it! I was to remain at her side through the whole procedure. I washed and donned surgical scrubs, then joined Cindy, who was already strapped into the stirrups, and covered with a light paper sheet. I could vividly imagine every curve and hair beneath that sheet! I kissed her forehead and told her I would be there for her. I held her hand, as they gave her a sedative, which put her into a mild sleep. I did move behind the Doctor once, to gaze upon Cindy’s upturned and spread pussy. I was shocked by its appearance, they had shaved the hair from the opening, and bloody discharge stained her entire crotch and thighs! I was again standing by her head, when she came back around.

“Mike?” She asked weakly. “Is it over?”

“Almost, baby.” “Everything is going to be fine.”

She smiled, sighed, squeezed my hand slightly, then faded back to sleep. I looked to the Doctor, who had just finished packing the dressings. He asked me if there was someone to watch her and remove the dressings in about six hours. I informed him it would be me, which caused his eye brow to raise a little. I informed him that, I was not the father of the baby, but I did feel like the father of the mother. He nodded and said that as long as someone monitored her temperature and removed the dressings to avoid infection, she was ready to leave.

She was still quite groggy, when we made it home, I took her to my bedroom. She wanted to go to her room, but I flatly refused. I told her that I needed to watch over her and she was in no condition to climb stairs. She was unable to muster any argument, and gratefully collapsed on the bed. I covered her with blankets and lowered the shades. I worried all day, and a call from Cindy’s mother wanting her to call, didn’t help.

It was almost time to remove the dressings, when Cindy awakened. I was sitting nearby drinking tea and reading, when she turned to me. I smiled and asked if she needed anything. She informed me that she had to go to the bathroom and she was hungry.

“Both good signs.” I replied. “Let me help you get up.”

I had to almost carry her to the bathroom. When she got there I lowered her on to the stool, then prepared to leave. She asked me to stay and help steady her. I found it weird, not sexual, to hold her shoulders as she urinated. I reminded her of the dressings, which she asked me to remove.

And, if you think running my hand along her blood caked pussy lips and tugging bloody gauze from her swollen cunt was exciting, well forget it! I was as happy when that was over, as she was. Although, it was a little more enjoyable to give her a quick sponge bath around the crotch, before returning her to bed!

I served her soup and a sandwich with some milk. She ate most of the sandwich and some soup, and all the milk. I promised her that she could eat again, whenever she awakened. I mentioned that her mother had called, she promised to call first thing in the morning, then promptly fell asleep, while still sitting up. I slid her down, admiring her tits and badly hacked pubic hair. Then covered her with the blanket.

She slept through the night, and the following morning seemed almost back to normal, though she still moved gingerly. She called her mother, then carefully walked to the kitchen. She described her pain as being more of a stomach ache, not a soreness in the area she figured it would be. I know which area she meant, since I had spent many hours studying that very area!

After eating she laid back down for a nap. Shortly after noon she ate and sat with me in the kitchen, while I did dishes. She got up and announced that she wanted to take a shower. I was a little hesitant to allow that, since I was afraid she might fall or strain herself. She invited me to join her in the shower, so I could hold her up, if need be. I told her that would not be appropriate, what would her mother say? She smiled, then told me that I had already seen her naked, and besides she was an adult, she had an abortion to prove it!

I was embarrassed to be seen naked by this pretty young girl, me being almost fifty and a little overweight. But, I was more concerned for her safety, so I joined her in my shower. I tried to remain behind her in the shower, supposedly so I could catch her if she fell. I studied her ass as she bent forward to wash her legs, then her pussy, then she soaped up her ass cheeks! I had a very large erection, when she turned around to look at my crotch.

With her long delicate fingers she grabbed my dick and stroked it tenderly! I almost shot my load right there, as she then soaped my dick with her dainty hands! She handed me the soap before returning to stroking my dick. I started lathering her shoulders, then dropped to her breasts, washing them to squeaky cleanness. I was close to orgasm when she washed the soap away, then lowered herself down onto the stool I had placed in the shower. She pulled me close to her, then lowered her head to suck my dick! In less than two minutes I was unloading down her throat! She sucked me clean before releasing my now limp peter from her lips. I thanked her for the great blow job, then helped her out of the shower and dried her.

Cindy napped most of the afternoon while I cleaned, and reflected back to the great blow job I had received. When she finally got up, it was late, maybe eight. After, she ate, she asked if I was ready for another shower. I thought she was teasing, and said sure any time. She said great, dropped her robe and walked naked to the bathroom! Over her shoulder she asked, if I could shave her legs for her. I grinned, and said sure as I started removing my clothes!

Soon, I found myself kneeling on the shower floor, staring up at this raggedly shorn pussy. I started shaving her lower legs then moved up to her thighs! She would drape a leg over one of my shoulders, so I could fully shave her leg. This presented an unobstructed view of her young pussy! I again had an embarrassing erection, which Cindy noticed. She had me stand before her. I boldly moved forward to present my dick to her mouth. Quickly, I was once again thrusting my dick into this incredible face! I shot another load down her throat, groaning my approval! She moaned a little as my dick started to soften. When she let it flop out, I lowered myself back down to continue to shave her legs.

I made a comment about what a lousy job they did shaving her vagina at the Doctors. She broke out laughing, asking me if I ever referred to a Vagina as a pussy, cunt, twat or slit? I told her sure but not in front of a lady. She laughed once again, telling me that this ‘lady’ was naked in the shower with me and had given me not one, but two blow jobs! She also continued by telling me that this ‘lady’ would love it if I would shave her pus… Vagina!

I lathered her crotch, then carefully started to shave this delicate piece of fuck meat! Cindy leaned back against the wall of the shower, as I pulled and tugged on her cunt lips with my fingers and the shaver. I could smell her excitement as I removed all but a small patch directly over her pubic mound. Her slit was completely visible, and made her look even younger than her twenty years! I couldn’t resist the urge and licked her clit when I saw it peek out! I licked her gently, as she held my head loosely and moaned her way through an orgasm. My dick was even stirring a little, while I dried Cindy’s beautiful body!

We got dressed, then I went to the kitchen to make a late snack for Cindy. She joined me there shortly, wearing her bath robe. I reminded her that Thursday was Thanksgiving, and I had some friends coming over for dinner. I told her she was welcomed to join us, but might not enjoy hanging out with old people. She commented she would love to join us, and was finding out that old people were a lot of fun.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, Cindy returned to her room, upstairs. Even though I knew she couldn’t really have feelings for me, I was disappointed, and missed her already. I prepared myself for bed, smiling, as I reflected on our shower encounters. When I returned to my bedroom, I was pleasantly surprised to find Cindy under the sheets!

I told her that she didn’t need to feel she owed me anything. The oral sex had paid me many times over for any favors I had done for her. She just giggled and said that she needed me to help her again. She wanted to make sure her ‘vagina’ still worked! I told her that I was sure it would be fine, and would prove it, if she wanted me to. To my delight, that is exactly what she wanted me to do!

I raised the sheet, and told her I first wanted to see what I was getting into. She was nude and slightly scented, as I nibbled and licked my way to her crotch. I positioned myself between her legs, lifting her knees to gain a perfect angle. Slowly, I started licking this adorable pussy, up the lips to the clit. Reaching up along her sides I captured her tits, rubbing and pinching the nipples! Cindy moaned as I worked my tongue into the folds of her hairless cunt. I made contact again with her clit, causing her to clench my head between her legs and shudder. She had a orgasm a short time later, as I really started to churn in her quivering twat!

I crawled up beside her exhausted body, as she rested from her excitement. She hugged me and told me that there was another reason old people are more fun, they eat pussy! I kissed her lightly, as I rubbed my erection against her legs and crotch. She told me her belly was still tender, so could she be on top? I would have let her have anything she wanted just to fuck her, and agreed readily! She allowed me to suckle her tits for awhile before raising up to impale her slit onto my raging boner!

The tightness of her pussy was unbelievable! I don’t ever remember my wife being that tight, though two kids and many years had passed since I had fucked a twenty year old cunt! Finally, she slid down to fully capture my dick! The tension was enough to keep me near coming, then she started to ride my prick! I begged her to slow down, so I could enjoy it longer. She just giggled, and said next time we would take it slow! I took that to mean I could fuck her again, maybe later tonight!

Almost at once, I started to shoot my load into her velvety tightness! I think I came more than I had in years. Now it was my turn to try to regain my breath. She forced her pussy down hard onto my erection, as she shuddered through a orgasm of her own! Then she collapsed on top of me as my dick started to deflate and slip from her tight crevice. I didn’t even mind the juices from our joining running down my dick and balls!

We managed to wipe ourselves with tissues, before going to sleep. I awoke at about six in the morning, still holding Cindy from behind. My dick was already half hard, as it nestled in the crack of her ass! I moved slightly to slide it along this hard but yielding canyon! My dick twitched to life, and grew quickly! I reached down to rub her ass cheeks and pussy. She awoke and reached between her legs to lead my dick to her pussy! I moaned as my dick slowly pushed inside this hot, tight hole! Soon, I was pounding at her backside as I impaled her with thrust after thrust! In mid﷓stride I stopped! Remembering what she had just been through two days ago, I started to apologize.

She grunted, “Uhh, Don’t stop!” “Fuck me…hard…NOW!”

Not one to argue with a hot, naked, young, woman who wanted to be fucked, I started my assault with renewed vigor! I drove myself hard and deep as Cindy started to pant her way to another orgasm! I shot my load as she was recovering, and we both relaxed as my sperm oozed into her cunt!

We laid there for several minutes, talking and savoring the moment. I asked her if anything I had done had hurt her. She said no, she had no pain, just pleasure! I told her that I had received a lot of pleasure also. I must have dozed off, since the next thing I’m aware of is Cindy walking into the bedroom, with just a towel on her head!

“You’re lovely.” I told her, truthfully. She smiled, and told me she had that just fucked glow. As she sat on the edge of the bed, I reached out to hug her around the waist. “I’m going to make pies today, would you like to help?” “Well…” She giggled. “You are pretty good with hair pies.” “I would love to help you, in the kitchen.” She turned in my grasp to give me a kiss, then jumped up to run to her room to get dressed. I showered, dressed, then went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Cindy was already there, tea was brewing, eggs were cooking and she was looking very nice. “See, I’m more than an easy piece of ass!” She said, with a devilish grin. I hugged her and kissed her neck, telling her. “I don’t know about easy, but you’re a great piece of ass!”

After, eating we made pies, then I showed her my secret Jello recipe. We had completed all our duties, when I told her I was going to visit my wife. Cindy face took on a look of concern, as she approached me. “You seem to die a little, every time you visit her.” She commented. “I’ll go with you, I haven’t seen her in a while.” The girls would stop by occasionally to visit with her, but she seemed not to recognize them any more. I was glad for the company, especially since Thanksgiving had always been one of my wive’s favorite holidays. Mary always said. “You get to eat like a pig, same as Christmas, except you don’t have to wrap presents and the roads aren’t slippery.”

“Oh god….but….” he said, and tugged at his pants. He looked torn and agitated. She knew he wanted to let it go, but that he was embarrassed to get nude. He glanced over his shoulder, as if checking to make sure his parents and hers were not standing behind him, arms folded, with disapproving looks.

“Jack off for me, Peter,” she said. In all her wildest fantasies, she never imagined behaving this way, but she said it as naturally as she would ask him for the salt at the table, and it thrilled her. She knew in the back of her mind that she was beautiful and young, and he was young and lustful. She had read about boys and been told stories about them in the girl’s bathroom, and behind the snow fence after school. She knew that boys were all horny and couldn’t think straight when girls teased their penises. She figured this counted as teasing if anything did. But just to be sure, she let her pleasure show even more freely. She raised one hand up her body and caressed herself, then grasped a breast and brought it to her mouth. She playfully ran her tongue around the nipple, while looking directly at Peter and smiling like a little cute vixen. And she spread open her pussy lips with her other hand, and moved her hips back and forth, as if grinding herself on some unseen hard cock. Peter stared and gaped at her incredibly uninhibited slutty behavior. Again she said “Jack off your cock for me.”

Peter was apparently overcome with lust, and he shed his shorts and underwear in a single motion, making himself naked from the waist down. His cock seemed to Danielle larger than could have possibly fit in those pants a moment ago, as it bounced up rigidly and stuck out in front of him. She had never seen a real one hard before. She studied every inch of it with her eyes…the long rigid shaft…the soft silky skin of the head…the two dangling balls…and the drip of wetness at the end.

“Did you come?” she blurted out upon seeing this wetness.

“No,” said Peter, looking at her quizzically.

“It’s wet on the end,” she explained.

“It always gets that way before, when it’s really hard, but before the …um…stuff….you know…squirts out,” he said, grabbing his cock in his hand and lifting it up to see the wetness himself.

“God, it’s so big,” she said, looking up and down the length.

“Oh…well …yeah I guess it is right now,” he stammered.

“Oh…ahhhh…” she said as she almost lost control of her pussy a second time. The big cock waving in front of her was making her excited almost beyond the point of now return. Her legs were lifted up high and spread open now, and she wiggled her cute little ass in rhythm with her fingers as she masturbated herself deeply and luxuriously.

Peter was apparently not immune to nature’s urges either, as he appeared to Danielle to be unable to stop touching his own cock. She noticed that his breathing was heavy and labored, as though overcome with excitement. His eyes were half closed and almost glassy. He played with his cock very gently, almost accidentally, but couldn’t seem to let go of it. He moved it around and stroked it and touched up and down the entire length of the shaft.

“Take off your shirt too,” she said impulsively. She didn’t even understand herself why it mattered to her, but it did. She wanted him to be totally nude, just like her.

Peter removed his hand from his big erection long enough to lift his shirt over his head and cast it aside carelessly. As he did so, his cock bounced up and down, as though yearning for attention, seeking to restore the recently removed stimulation. It twitched and throbbed as if with a life of its own. Danielle couldn’t suppress a little giggle.

“What?” said Peter, a little bit defensively.

“Oh, I’m sorry…I’m not laughing at you…it’s just that it moves around all by itself. I’ve never seen one all hard like that before.” She could not imagine what it was like to have such a thing. Was it like another limb, which could be moved about and controlled at will? Could it pick up objects like an elephant’s trunk? Such a mysterious and fascinating thing it was.

By this time his right hand had returned to the shaft. His left hand lazily traced down his abdomen. She saw his fingers run down the left side of his cock, and underneath to the big dangling balls. He caressed them softly with his left hand while his right hand wrapped around the shaft and moved slowly and deliberately up and down. He arched his back and pitched his head back and sighed deeply. His touching was more overtly sexual and deliberate now. So that was how a boy masturbated! Often she had imagined it, but now she was actually seeing it. Danielle felt even more intensely naked now, with nothing between her and Peter’s nude body, and with his pleasure openly showing too now.

“Oh…god…Danielle…” he whispered, as if in a trance.

“Come over here.” Again she spoke impulsively, guided by her curiosity and lust. She just wanted to see this marvelous new thing up close. She reached around behind her ass and inserted her left finger deep in her pussy, while spreading the lips out with the fingers of her right hand. The new angle of penetration felt so good that she almost peaked in orgasm. She moaned unashamedly, overcome with desire.

Peter walked over to her, and again that thick hard thing bounced enchantingly in front of him. He approached her a little shyly at first. But he thrust out his cock and started to play with it again right next to her. He thrust his hips back and forth slightly, almost involuntarily it seemed, as if in intercourse with some unseen pussy. He arched his back and thrust his cock out towards her. It seemed to pull him along after it. He edged closer and closer until at last he was standing with his thighs against the bed, cock sticking straight out over Danielle. He masturbating right above her now, and the thing looked even more huge up close. She saw the underside of the big thing now, and could smell the musk of his balls dangling less than a foot from her face. The odor was intoxicating and drove Danielle to a new level of lust and desire. Danielle was overcome with curiosity and awe at all the new sights and sensations she was experiencing.

“You do that to yourself sometimes, don’t you?” She ventured a question.

“Oh …yes….I can’t help it…it gets so hard and big sometimes…” Peter answered with labored heavy breathing.

Danielle was also having difficulty speaking. The pleasure radiated from her pussy and filled her entire cute naked body with intense desire.

They both breathed heavily and masturbated in silence for some time. She watched as his hand moved up and down the marvelous cock. It was so fascinating to Danielle in every way. What would it feel like against her breasts? In her mouth, and - she swooned at the mere thought of it - how would it feel parting her tender pussy lips and filling her up? She imagined his balls slapping against her cute soft ass, filling her with that wonderful hard prick.

More wetness dribbled to the tip of the erect penis, and now a little dripped off the end and landed on her breast. She wondered if that meant he was coming, but she thought it would have to be a little more than that. Peter was moaning softly now “Oh god…Oh…god…it feels so good…”

Danielle was penetrating and fondling her pussy rapidly now - her legs were spread wide open and her little ass wiggled up and down with excitement as the intensity of her pleasure gathered momentum and concentrated in her young clit. She realized she would climax soon. Her final inhibitions were shed and the words flowed freely out of her.

“I play with my pussy a lot” she confessed. “I like to do it all the time.” She couldn’t control her words anymore. Her confession made her blush, and covered her body with a hot sensation.

“Oh god Danielle, tell me more.” Peter’s eyes were wide with amazement and he trembled uncontrollably.

“I like watch myself play with my pussy in the mirror. Do you think I’m a horny little slut?”

“Oh yes….you are. Such a pretty little slut.”

“I put oil all over my body sometimes and rub it around. It feels so good to be all slippery and shiny.” She didn’t mean to be so dirty, but it excited her so much, she couldn’t stop. She felt a rush of excitement with each new confession. She searched for more shocking things to say.

“I like to stick my fingers all the way up inside my soft wet pussy, and then lick and taste my own wet fuck juice. It makes me get all horny.” She couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“Oh ….god…mmmmm.”

Suddenly she wanted to hear him talk like this. “What do you think about when you do it? I want you to talk dirty to me. I want you to tell me what you think about doing. Do you think about sticking that big cock deep inside a girl’s hot little pussy? Do you think about fucking?”

“Oh yes…I…do…”

“Who do you think about fucking? Tell me about a hot girl you want to fuck.” Danielle was out of control now, slave to her lust for this beautiful cock. She stared at the tip of his penis as he masturbated vigorously. As she watched it seemed to grow in size and hardness even more, beyond what she thought possible

“I …I think about fucking …you. Oh yes I always think about fucking you Danielle!”. Danielle was shocked by this admission and the shock made her entire body tingle with desire. Then she saw it come out - the first wet spurt of hot semen flew with incredible energy out of the tip of Peter’s penis and splashed against the inside of her left breast. Peter spread his legs out and lowered the underside of his cock-head down to her right nipple and played the tip across her nipple as spurt after spurt of the warm juice squirted out. With each spasm of the penis he moaned with pleasure “Oh…Danielle…sweet Danielle..” His hips swayed back and forth as he ran the entire length of his orgasming penis all over her boobs. The cum splattered against her tits and ran down the sides of her body, the rivulets tickling her like little fingers.

Danielle arched her back and took in these wild new sensations. She was overwhelmed by the feel of her naked breast being touched by a hard penis, by the sight of Peter all naked and masturbating, by the feel of the warm new liquid all over her body, by the earthy scent of his fresh semen, and by his open confession of his lust for her. All of this sent Danielle over the edge of pleasure and her body trembled with delightful ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure racked tender young nude body and she writhed uncontrollably. The power of it was beyond any she had ever felt before in her life, and she moaned and sighed with uninhibited abandon. As her orgasm subsided, she felt the contractions of her pussy around her fingers slow down, but still every movement of her fingers produced another pleasurable clenching of her quivering wet pussy lips. They rested like that for what seemed like a long time, with Peter slowly and idly sliding the head and shaft of his still-hard cock all over her wet tits, and Danielle slipping her fingers around inside her pussy at intervals, enjoying the tightening and relaxation of her excited tingling vagina.

PART II

That was the first of many encounters that summer. They explored their coming of age together eagerly. They played in her bedroom briefly again two days later. The next week they went nude in the garden together, when nobody was home. But they needed more freedom and privacy, so they hit on the idea of going on a picnic to the falls pool.

They packed a picnic, and went on the hour-long walk to the base of the mountain. After they got into the woods, they felt bold enough to hold hands. They went past the meadow with the wild berries, through the aspens, to the pool at the foot of the falls. With a little shyness, they stripped of their clothes and swam nude together. Increasingly they embraced and kissed, and quickly their desire overcame them. As Peter held her body close to him, his penis pressed deliciously against her pussy lips. But she was afraid of getting pregnant, and avoided letting him inside. She used her mouth and lips that first time at the pool, and spurts of hot wet cum splashed her pretty young face for the first time ever. After that, she used Peter’s thick strong fingers to masturbate with. The thrill of being sexual all the way to climax with a boy touching her made her cum hard and deeply. They lay in the wild grass and kissed and caressed afterwards.

The next week Danielle “borrowed” a tube of contraceptive jelly from her older sister’s room. She figured (correctly) that her sister would never report the missing jelly to her parents. She was excited as she pulled Peter aside after dinner one evening and showed it to him in her dresser drawer. She giggled at the look of surprise that came over his face as he read the label, and the significance of her showing it to him dawned on him. She gave him a wink, closed the drawer, and shoved him back out into the hallway.

Her stomach was quivering with fear, excitement, and anticipation as they packed for their next picnic. As they were leaving, Peter stopped by the linen closet. “A towel,” he explained, “to…you know…um…lay down on.” She could see his hand trembling as he put it in his backpack.

She would remember that walk forever - for both of them their last walk as virgins Each step carried her closer to womanhood and a whole new world of undiscovered excitement and pleasure. Again they swam nude together in the pool when they first arrived. Peter was patient and gentle with her, and their foreplay developed slowly and softly. Eventually they put the towel down, near the pool, in a clearing of tall bluebells and wild grasses. They lay nude on it for a long time kissing and caressing. At last she applied the jelly with an applicator, and Peter positioned himself over her. The first full penetration touched her in places that had never been touched before, and sent her into unprecedented ecstasy. And her first orgasm from real sexual intercourse was like none she had ever known before.

They made love often after that, usually by the falls, but a few times in her bed, once in the garden, and once in her parents’ bed. They spent many hours on picnics at the falls pool, swimming, weaving chains of wildflowers, picking berries, and having sex. By the end of the summer, they were competent lovers. Danielle learned to give head without becoming startled or stopping when the semen came gushing into her soft wet mouth, or splashing all over her cute face. Peter had learned how to be patient and gentle with his fingers, tongue and penis, and to recognize and respond to subtle signs of feedback, which allowed him to pleasure Danielle to the most completely satisfying ecstasy she had ever known. They made love beautifully together.

It was with a subtle wink and a suppressed giggle that she stood alongside her parents and his, and hugged him goodbye at the end of the summer. Nobody else would ever know their little secret.

As the car drove off she marveled at how profoundly her life had been changed by a simple accident of being discovered while masturbating. It had been a summer of unprecedented self-discovery for her. She had learned of the pleasure she got from sharing and showing off her beautiful body. She had learned how freely releasing and sharing her deepest fantasies and desires could bring an incredible rush of ecstasy. She finally knew what it meant to go all the way and have real, naked intercourse. She was filled with happiness contentment, and an unbridled passion for whatever the future might bring.

* * *

EPILOGUE

“Oh for god’s sake, he was only your cousin, and you hardly ever saw him.”

It was a typical insensitive comment from her Neanderthal pig of a husband. During their courtship, he had been ravenous for her body, and Danielle had mistaken this for passion. But it was a soulless physical desire - he seemed to consider his lust a simple itch, to be scratched as expediently and conveniently as possible. He could not actually love her, and he could never know the depth of her feelings.

And so Danielle sat on the bed and sobbed uncontrollably. The card fell out of her hand and slipped off the bed, and silently fell face-up on the carpet. “Memorial services for Peter Dresden will be held and Newberry Methodist Church, at 2pm.” She was not surprised - the cancer had been there for a long time - but she felt the finality of it more keenly than she had imagined she would. She wept not only for Peter - for reasons she could not fathom, she was overcome grief for her own youth, innocence, beauty and hope, as though the last remnant of these things had died along with Peter. Life had been so beautiful back then, that wonderful summer 27 years ago. Where had all that beauty gone? It had been so tangible, so real - how could it simply vanish without a trace?

If there was a heaven, surely Peter was there now, by the old falls pool. His youth and health restored in the afterlife, he would be swimming in the cool clear water there. She imagined him walking in the sun of an in an eternal summer, with that familiar smile and those hopeful sparkling eyes. He would nap by the pool in the bluebells and wild grasses, and eat the abundant currants and chokecherries. And maybe one day, many years from now, she would join him there.

She reached around and placed the dildo pointing up on the chair in front of her. She positioned herself above it, closed her eyes and imagined him, then let out an “Oh, God I want you inside me!” then lowered herself onto the dildo. With her mouth open and panting, she rode the cock, her tits bouncing from the up and down motion. Then, without removing the dildo she got up and sat on the edge of the long computer desk behind her. Lying back, she propped one of her legs up on the chair and flopped the other over the computer monitor, then resumed moving the fake dick inside her. When she came she couldn’t restrain it and cried out, “Oh, oh, oh. AAAhh! Oohhww!” As she calmed down it was then that she realized what she was doing and how desperately she needed to have a real cock inside her. She cautiously returned to her office and threw her clothes on, determined to go out and find a guy to fuck.

Twee was Ponce’s latest lover. He was a mix of black, American Indian, and Vietnamese, and was the most effeminate gay man Daphne had ever known. Half the time, he dressed in women’s clothes and wore makeup and a wig. The rest of the time, he wore studded leather pants and a matching vest over his bare chest, together with lacy ankle socks and a pair of penny loafers; looking and acting about as macho as one of the Olsen twins.

“Speak of the devil, here he comes now.” Ponce said, pointing behind Daphne.

She turned and saw a naked Twee mincing toward the group. He was rail thin, delicate looking, and nearly as short as Daphne. She estimated that she probably outweighed him by at least ten pounds. To look at him, no one would ever guess that he held black belts in Karate, Tae-kwon-do, and Judo.

Daphne forced herself not to stare at Twee’s tiny cock that looked no larger than her index finger. Ponce had made no secret of the fact that Twee was strictly a bottom. Now she could see why. No wonder he didn’t want to pierce his cock. Anything larger than one of her earrings would probably do him some serious damage, she mused.

Chaz was ecstatic over the even larger than expected turnout. He gathered his troops around him and told them to start distributing posters and signs among the naked throng. There wouldn’t be nearly enough to go around to even a tenth of the people there, but they should suffice to get out the pro-nudity message.

He kept Daphne and Bibi with him and they were busy for the next ten minutes handing out posters to naked people as they wondered by the picnic table Chaz had commandeered as their headquarters. It was in a shaded area that gave them some relief from the already scorching sun. All of the group’s clothes and other items, including bottled water and some bags of snacks were under the table and someone had to remain there to make sure that they didn’t disappear.

Once all of their posters were gone, Chaz suggested that the two girls circulate for a while and try to enjoy themselves while he held down the fort. The two girls took a few minutes to rub sunscreen on each other before exposing themselves to the blistering sun. Daphne delighted in smearing it on Bibi’s breasts while Bibi did the same for her. She couldn’t resist tweaking the girl’s nipples, and reacted with a twinge of arousal when Bibi returned the favor. The two girls giggled and quickly finished their pleasant chore before heading out into the sea of naked bodies

So far, Daphne had been too preoccupied with finding her co-workers and handing out posters to assess how she felt about actually being naked among hundreds or even thousands of strangers and a few acquaintances. Now that her poster distributing duties were over and she walked through the naked crowd, she tried to get a feel for how she felt and realized that she didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.

The mass of naked people swarming around her made it seem natural and right for her to be naked among them. It felt good to be naked under the morning sun, but not the least bit sexy. The sexual stimulus that she had expected from being lasciviously ogled was missing as no one appeared to be paying the slightest attention to her.

She almost felt invisible among the naked horde. She realized that her imagined nudity had always placed her as the only naked person among large numbers of clothed people. The sexual element that accompanied her imaginings was absent when everyone else around her was also naked.

She felt a calmness settle over her as the knowledge that she enjoyed being naked without the sexual element dawned on her consciousness. She also felt an undeniable disappointment that merely being naked in front of others somehow didn’t satisfy her secret need to exhibit her naked body as a sexual object.

With that in mind, she decided to walk toward the edge of the town square where a large crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle of so many people frolicking naked before them. Bibi trailed along beside her complaining about how her boyfriend had chickened out at the last minute and vowing to cut off his supply of pussy for the next week.

As the two naked young women neared the edge of the square on the Brunswick Avenue side, Daphne felt the first pangs of trepidation. It was one thing to be naked among hundreds of other naked people, but it was an entirely different matter to step out of the crowd and show her naked body to the clothed onlookers. She resolved to force herself to do it, if only for a moment, to find out if the sexual rush that had accompanied her vivid imaginings would be there.

The last knot of nude revelers was gathered about a hundred feet from the edge of the square, mostly with their backs turned on the growing crowd of spectators, watching a naked juggler performing. As Daphne and Bibi passed them and moved toward the fringe of the square, more and more of the onlookers took notice of them.

By the time they were within twenty five feet of the crowd, nearly everyone was staring at them. Bibi stopped and told Daphne that she didn’t think they should go any further. All of the eyes on her made the normally uninhibited teen feel uneasy. She turned shyly away from their gaze and asked Daphne if she planned to go any further.

“Because, if you do, you’ll have to do it without me. I just don’t feel comfortable with all of those people ogling me like that. If we go any closer, they’ll be able to see everything really clearly and I don’t think I’d like that. It’s not the same as letting the other naked people look at us. But if you want to go closer, I’ll wait here for you. You seem to like letting them look at you, don’t you?” Bibi said.

“Uh, Ok, sure,” Daphne said as if in a dream; her young companion’s words not really registering.

The closer they had gotten to the leering crowd of onlookers, the more turned on she had become. Now it was almost like it had been when she had imagined herself naked in a crowd. The idea that so many people were exploring her naked body with their hungry gazes became intoxicating. She imagined hundreds of eyes focusing on her dripping pussy and her erect nipples as she now strode alone toward them, leaving the anxious teen behind.

When she was ten feet from them, the crowd became quiet, as if they were expecting something to happen. Daphne continued walking toward them. The people in the front parted to make way for her. Soon she was surrounded by dozens of people encircling her and gazing at her naked body from no more than three feet away.

“Show us your pussy!” someone shouted. “Spread it open and give us a good look!”

As if she were in a trance, Daphne reached her hands down to her now sopping pussy and obligingly spread it open for all to see, just as she had done so many times in her imagination. She heard the gasps and nervous laughs of the onlookers and felt a rush of pure sexual energy at the thought that so many people were seeing her so fully exposed. She could feel her juices flowing to the bottom of her crack and running down the insides of her thighs.

The people around her jostled one another to get a better view of her gaping pussy and her naked breasts. She slowly turned in circular motion to give them all a look as they bent low to peer at her pussy.

“Put your fingers in your pussy!” another voice shouted. “Fingerfuck yourself!”

She felt like an observer watching she eagerly comply with the latest request as she thrust her middle finger into her sopping slit and found her G-spot. She rubbed the magic spot in a frenzy as her other hound found its way to her clit, seemingly of its own volition.

She felt herself approaching orgasm as the eyes of the onlookers hungrily devoured the erotic spectacle of the naked young woman publicly frigging herself for their prurient enjoyment. As her hands continued their furious fingering and rubbing of her exposed pussy, she suddenly came so violently that she nearly lost her balance.

First one person, then several others reached out to steady her as her orgasm continued to buckle her knees and leave her unsteady. She could feel perhaps a dozen hands roaming over her body, pinching and squeezing the delicate flesh of her nipples and breasts, caressing and stroking her ass and her sensitive inner thighs, even probing at her tight ass hole.

Through the fog of her dreamlike erotic stupor, she dimly realized that things were quickly getting out of control. She abruptly drew her hands away from her still spasming pussy and tried to pull the grasping hands from her breasts and the rest of her body. More hands grabbed at her, replacing her own hands on her pussy, probing and rubbing and causing her to respond with yet another orgasm.

“What the fuck is going on here?” a loud voice boomed over the heads of the crowd of people of both sexes hungrily grasping at Daphne’s naked body. “Get the fuck away from her!”

Suddenly Daphne felt herself being lifted by a pair of strong hands that seemed to have come out of nowhere. She opened her eyes which had been closed tightly during her struggle to free herself from the clutches of the frenzied crowd and saw that she was being lifted onto the back of a beautiful black horse by an extremely handsome and strong mounted patrolman who was cursing the crowd and threatening them with arrest for all manner of crimes.

Daphne suddenly recognized her rescuer as Cliff Hearn who had been a senior during her freshman year in high school. They had briefly gotten to know each other when they had appeared together in a one-act play produced by the school’s Thespian Club. She desperately hoped that he wouldn’t recognize her.

“Daph?” he said as he turned his steed away from the crowd and trotted toward the square. “It is you, isn’t it? What the hell were you doing back there? If I hadn’t come along when I did, you could have been raped. What the hell were you thinking?”

Suddenly, Daphne felt very naked; more naked even than she had felt when she had so wantonly exposed herself to the drooling crowd. She blushed in embarrassment and turned her head away from him with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh, God, I feel so ashamed and so dirty,” she sobbed.

“And rightly so,” he said in a stern voice. “You obviously don’t know a damned thing about crowd dynamics. If you did, you would have had better sense than to invite trouble by walking naked into a group of people who were already worked up from ogling all the naked bodies prancing around the square.

“You’re lucky that your young friend had the good sense to flag me down and beg me to go and get you out of there. There’s just no telling what might have happened if she hadn’t been so concerned about your safety. I have half a mind to put you under arrest and take you straight to jail just as you are to teach you a lesson, young lady. And I will too if you don’t give me your promise not to try anything stupid like that again.”

“I promise,” Daphne said in a small voice. “Oh, thank you, Cliff. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along when you did. The harder I tried to get away from them, the more they grabbed me. It was just awful!”

Just then Bibi and Chaz came running up to them with worried looks on their faces. Cliff gently lowered Daphne to the ground and looked at her naked body for several moments before turning to them and telling them to watch out for their friend and not to let her go off by herself again. Then he put his hand to the visor of his riding helmet in a mock salute and he and his mount wheeled about and slowly trotted away from them.

Daphne was silent as the three of them made their way back to the picnic table where their backpacks were stored. Chaz and Bibi kept silent and exchanged worried glances as they trudged along beside her.

When they got to the table, Chaz insisted that Daphne take a big drink of water and sit on the bench for a while to recover from her ordeal. He took her towel from her bag and spread it on the bench for her. After a few minutes, Daphne’s mood brightened a little and she looked around her for the first time since returning to the picnic table. What she saw made her giggle, further brightening her mood.

Ponce had used his artistry to paint himself with big elephant ears and an elephant’s head on his chest and abdomen, with his dangling cock painted as the elephant’s trunk. He had then painted Twee with a picture of a young boy resembling Huckleberry Finn sitting on the bank of a river holding a cane fishing pole in his hands. At thin line ran from the end of the fishing pole down over Twee’s abdomen to a very real looking hook that appeared to be piercing the middle of Twee’s small cock which was painted to resemble a wriggling worm. It looked so real that Daphne winced at the thought of Twee’s cock being impaled on the hook.

“That’s really amazing,” she smiled, finally coming out of her post-panic funk. “Who else have you painted?”

“Hold on for a second and I’ll show you,” he said before dashing away.

He returned a moment later with Faye, Janice, and Bruce following close behind him. Faye’s breasts and abdomen had been painted with a likeness of a bug-eyed Groucho Marx with her brown landing strip pubic patch serving as Groucho’s trademark cigar.

Janice’s small breasts were painted to resemble a pair of kittens entangled in a mess of yarn with her nipples serving as eyes. Below her breasts, a winding strand of brown yarn meandered down over a very real looking checkerboard rug to her matching brown pubic thatch.

Bruce had an almost lifelike raccoon painted on his chest and abdomen. His long thin penis was painted in rings of alternating dark and light colors to represent the tail. Daphne giggled at Ponce’s artwork and decided that she wanted to be painted too.

“Can you paint me?” she asked.

“Sure, Daph. What would you like me to paint on you?” he asked, already reaching for his paints.

“Why don’t you surprise me?” she smiled. I’m sure that whatever you come up with will be great. I just love your artwork.”

“I have just the ticket,” Ponce grinned as he grabbed up several brushes. “Bibi, honey, can you grab her nipples and keep those cute titties from bouncing around while I work on my latest masterpiece?”

Bibi was unsure whether Daphne would welcome anyone’s touch after being pawed and mauled by the lascivious crowd.

“Are you OK with being touched after what happened with the crowd?” she asked. “Because I can certainly understand if you’d rather I didn’t.”

“No, that’s fine,” Daphne said, reaching out to pat the younger woman’s cheek. “I’ll be fine. If I let myself go into a shell over what happened, I may never get over it. It’s best to get back on the horse that threw me, so to speak, as soon as possible.”

In reality, Daphne was still reliving her experience in her mind. As harrowing as it had been in the end, it had nevertheless been thrilling and highly erotic and a part of her wished that it hadn’t ended so soon. Her only regrets were that the crowd hadn’t behaved as those in her imaginings had and that Cliff had seen her behaving so lewdly.

She had had a secret crush on him during their brief acquaintance in high school, and some of the feelings she had experienced then had come rushing back when he had so gallantly rescued her. But she was sure that her behavior had sickened him and that he wouldn’t be interested in having anything to do with such a shameless tramp as she had shown herself to be.

“Speaking of horses, wasn’t that policeman just dreamy? I wouldn’t mind being rescued by him myself,” Bibi gushed as she gripped Daphne’s large nipples. “I don’t suppose you got his name, did you? From the way he was looking you over after he set you down I got the distinct impression that he took more than a professional interest in you and your killer body. Maybe you should have given him your number.”

“I didn’t have to get his name,” Daphne replied. “I know him from when we were both in high school. And he already has my number. I’m sure that he must think I’m just some cheap slut after the way I behaved, and I don’t blame him. I just hope I never run into him again. I’d be too ashamed to look him in the face. Do you really think I have a killer body?” she asked, abruptly changing the subject.

“OH yes,” Bibi giggled as her eyes swept over Daphne’s body. “I just love your perfect titties and your big nipples. I wish my titties were like yours. It’s no fun carrying these big things around all the time. Yours are just the right size, and they’re shaped so perfectly. Mine are big and round and not at all pretty like yours are. And your body is so petite and perfect. I feel so big and clumsy next to you. I guess you really don’t know just how beautiful you are, do you?”

Daphne blushed at the unexpected praise for her body which she felt paled in comparison to Bibi’s voluptuous, curvy body. If Bibi only knew how much Daphne had envied her curves and her bountiful boobs, she mused, she wouldn’t be putting herself down.

“You must be joking,” she said. “You’re probably the envy of every woman who sees you with your gorgeous breasts and your fantastic body. I know that I’ve certainly envied you. But I really appreciate your saying such nice things about my puny body, even if you’re just trying to cheer me up.”

“I’m serious,” Bibi said as she adjusted her grip on Daphne’s nipples. “Tell her, Ponce; doesn’t she have a killer body?”

“More like one to kill for,” Ponce leered at her and rolled his eyes comically. “It’s almost enough to make me want to go straight. All it needs is a nice big hangy-down thing down below to make it perfect. Hold still, ladies while I put on a few finishing touches. Lift those titties just a bit higher, Bibi. All right, now let go of them so I can paint those yummy nipples.”

Ponce spent a couple more minutes painting Daphne’s nipples and touching his artwork up here and there before pronouncing it perfect.

“Tada! Take a look, ladies and gentlemen,” he said, taking a mock bow and holding his arms out in a gesture that invited applause. “Isn’t it just marvelous?”

The group of co-workers and friends who had gradually drifted back to the picnic table all turned to look at Daphne’s painted torso. They stared open mouthed at her painted body.

Daphne’s breasts had become the big bright eyes of a perfectly drawn Bambi seated with her legs tucked under her and her short tail extending down to end in a tuft represented by Daphne’s pubic patch. The group of friends all oooh’d and aaah’d over it and told Ponce it was his best work yet.

Chaz’s sister Faye had brought her small digital camera with her. She ran to get it and took several pictures as the group took turns posing with Daphne and Ponce until she had photographed everyone. Chaz insisted that Faye pose with him together with her friend Janice, Daphne, Bibi, Twyla and Myrna.

“I think I’ll hang this picture in the shop,” he smiled as he stood behind his sister with his hands on her sizable breasts, tweaking her nipples and pretending to hump her from behind. Daphne began to wonder if there might be some sibling hanky-panky going on between the two of them, then decided that it was none of her business.

“Don’t you dare!” the six women said as one, just as Ponce shot the picture.

They pummeled him playfully until he laughingly agreed not to hang the picture in the shop. Then they all wondered off to stroll among the naked crowd, leaving Bibi and Daphne to guard the table and their bags.

( 3 )

Daphne and Bibi amused themselves by picking out people from among the milling crowd of naked people and comparing them to various celebrities. They laughed as they imagined a chubby, stretch-marked Barbra Streisand, a pencil thin acne scarred Brad Pitt, or a hugely endowed Judge Ito parading naked in front of them.