"Tyler"
This story is complete fiction although I bet a
lot of guys can relate to it.
Seventeen year old Tyler Jacobi strained to hear what his
mother was saying.... "Oh yes, I know...it must be
very lonely for her...uh huh...yeah, even without the
physical stuff, you need a man around the house...." She
was on the telephone, yakking with one of her friends
about Mrs. Atkinson, whose husband had suddenly packed up
and left her last month after 14 years of marriage.
Tyler didn't give it a second thought until later that
afternoon, when he and his friend Jason happened to see
Mrs. Atkinson getting into her car at the mall. Her short
skirt, shorter than Tyler ever noticed her wearing
before, rode up her thighs. For a fleeting moment, her
pantied-crotch was in plain view. Both boys watched as
Mrs. Atkinson pulled out of the lot and disappeared down
Parker Street. It was Jason that spoke first. "I bet
she's an easy lay now that her old man fucked off." "What
are you talking about?" Tyler admonished. The boys
slowly lumbered off in the direction of Tyler's house. "I
mean, now that she's on her own, I bet she's looking for
a good fuck right about now. When you're used to getting
it all the time and then you don't, you miss it." Jason
pronounced. "As if you'd know...." was Tyler's reply,
which was met with a laugh and a shove from his teenage
friend.
It was 2 days later that Tyler once again happened to see
Mrs. Atkinson. She was working in her front yard, pulling
weeds from her flower bed as Tyler sauntered past her
house on his way home from school. Tylers' pulse
quickened at the sight of Mrs. Atkinson, bent forward as
she was, her legs slightly parted. She wore a pair of
frayed and faded denim shorts with a baggy cotton
work shirt knotted just below her breasts. The tight fit
and high cut of the shorts offered a splendid view of her
womanly charms. Tyler slowed his pace as he walked past
the house, his eyes glued to her crotch. He wondered if
she wore panties, or did the crotch seam of her shorts
rub against her pussy lips every time she moved? With a
quick glance over her shoulder, Mrs. Atkinson called out,
"Hey, how are you, Ty?" Busted! She must have seen me
staring at her ass, Tyler thought, but he only mumbled
"Fine". His face was crimson red. Half turning towards
him, Mrs. Atkinson said, "Tell your Mother I said hello,
okay?" In this kneeling position, Tyler could look
straight down Mrs. Atkinson's open shirt at her ample
cleavage. Tyler said nothing until Mrs.. Atkinson said
"Okay?", snapping him out of his stupor. "Yeah, no
problem. See you later." Tyler mumbled and hurried off
towards home. After dinner, Tyler recounted the scenario
for his friend Jason. "You should have seen them, man.
She's stacked! Like fucking cantaloupes," he exclaimed,
"and no bra!" From that point on, the two boys would
pass by the Atkinson house whenever possible.
Friday afternoon. School was out and Tyler was forlornly
searching the refrigerator for a snack. He felt the hair
on the back of his neck bristle when he heard his Mother
say "By the way, Mrs.. Atkinson called today. She wanted
to know if you and Jason were interested in making some
extra money by cleaning out her garage on Sunday?" Holy shit!
Was I? "Yeah, I'll talk it over with him and see if he
wants to do it." Ty answered, his voice cracking. And
talk it over they did. At length. "What do you think she
wants?" Tyler asked. "What do you think?" was Jason's
sinister reply. A very animated and often profane
discussion followed. Every possibility was discussed and
by the end of the night, it was agreed that Mrs. Susan
Atkinson did not really want her garage cleaned at all.
It was a ruse. What she really wanted was to be fucked
long and hard by two virile, strong and very willing high
school studs. "You know, it's a scientific fact that we
are at our sexual peak right now," Jason pointed out. A
fact that Tyler found somewhat depressing. He had only
been with one girl in his life, a flat-chested
freckle-faced 14 year old tomboy from summer camp, who
had spread her legs on a dirty sleeping bag for 6 boys on
a dare. It was almost 2 PM on Sunday when Jason and Tyler
arrived at the Atkinson house. Susan Atkinson was
waiting for them, not in the wispy negligee they had
imagined but in a simple skirt and blouse. She had her
car keys in her hand. "I have to go out for a while.
I'll leave the back door open in case you have to use the
bathroom or you want a cold drink. If you are done
before I get back, come see me tomorrow and I will take
care of you. See you later." and with that, she was gone.
This wasn't quite what Jason and Tyler had planned. A
day of cleaning Mrs. Atkinson's garage had turned
into...cleaning her garage. It was a hot day and the
work progressed slowly but surely. Boxes were stacked
and clutter uncluttered. It was Tyler that said, "Let's
see if she has any iced tea," and with a nod from Jason,
the boys trudged to the back door and entered the
kitchen. Tyler peered into the refrigerator, saying,
"She's only got some apple juice and some Pepsis." Jason
slouched against the archway that led to the dining room,
then proclaimed, "I have to go to the can." He wandered
off in search of the washroom. Moments later, the toilet
flushed, then Jason called out to his friend. "C'mere
man, you gotta check this out!" Pepsi in hand, Tyler
wandered off in the direction of his friends voice.
Jason was leaning against the bathroom counter. As Tyler
approached, he pointed to the lingerie hanging on the
towel bar. A pair of black lacy thong panties with a
tiny red bow. Pantyhose, and a black push up bra.
"Yours?", Tyler mocked. "Yeah, right," Jason sneered
back. He pulled the tiny panties from the bar and held
them in front of Tyler. "Does your Mom wear stuff like
this?" "No, but you do!" was Tylers mocking reply, and
with a hoot and shove, they two teens went back to work
in the garage and in short order, the chore was
completed.
The hot sun bore down on Tyler as he sat in a lawn chair
by the pool. "You are going to burn if you don't put
this lotion on." he heard. Removing his sunglasses,
Tyler smiled faintly as he gazed into the almond shaped
brown eyes of Christina Fortunato. Christina was a senior
at Kensington Road High School. A cheerleader and Prom
Queen, member of the Student Counsel and the envy of
every male student in the school. Legs up to here and
tits to kill for, Christina Fortunato was a babe! Suntan
lotion was gently lathered over Tylers chest and
shoulders as Christina took her place between his legs.
The skimpy bikini top could barely contain her perfect
breasts. Christina slowly caressed the lotion across
Tylers shoulders and broad chest, lingering for a brief
moment, then sliding her hands slowly over his stomach.
Tyler smiled as Christina ran her tongue across her lips,
then pulled at the drawstring of his shorts. "We don't
want this to get burned either, do we Ty?" he heard
Christina ask, her voice barely above a whisper. Without
waiting for an answer, Christina slid her hand inside
Ty's shorts and wrapped her fingers around his rock solid
penis. Her hand slid along his shaft, up and down, up
and down. Tyler raised his ass off the chair and
Christina yanked the shorts down his legs. Tyler brushed
the hair from her forehead. He slid one hand to the back
of her head and gently urged her forward. Christina
drew back the foreskin, exposing the purple head of his
engorged penis. Ever so gently, the tip of Christinas
tongue traced the underside of Tylers hardness, then
bathed the head with her tongue. Tyler squirmed in his
seat. The sensation was exquisite as Christina Fortunato
gently kissed the length of his manhood, then gingerly
sucked a testicle into her mouth, first one and then the
other. She gently tongued the tip of his cock...and
paused. Their eyes locked. "Do it." Tyler commanded.
Her lips parted slowly. Tyler's penis stood at
attention, then disappeared as the high school heartthrob
plunged her mouth along the shaft of his cock, taking all
of him into her throat. Christina cupped his balls in
her hand while slowly stroked his cock with her lips. A
phone rang in the distance. Tyler entwined his fingers
in her long brown hair...the phone continued to ring.
Tyler placed his hands on her shoulders and eased the
straps of her bikini top over her shoulders. The clasps
magically parted and Christina's magnificent breasts were
free at last. Tyler cupped her right boob and marvelled
at its firmness and size. "Does it get any better than
this?" he wondered. "Squeezing the tits of the hottest
girl in school while she sucks your cock?" When he
gently pinched her nipple, she moaned and sucked harder.
He thought she said "oh yeahhh...." but he wasn't sure.
Its pretty hard to understand someone with a mouthful of
hard dick. Christina pumped faster, urged on by her young
lover. She dove on his cock with wild abandon. She
couldn't get enough hard cock in her mouth. She wanted,
no, needed, to feel his cum fill her mouth. She
desperately needed to swallow it all. A voice called
out, "Answer that will you Ty?" "I'm busy!" It was his
Mother. Snapped out of his daydream, Tyler padded across
the floor to answer the telephone.
I thought this day would never end, Tyler thought as the
dismissal bell finally rang. Mondays were always a pain
in the ass but today it seemed to drag even slower than
normal. Jason was already waiting at Tylers locker,
absently checking out the girls as they passed down the
hall. It was time to visit Mrs. Atkinson and get "taken
care of."
"Are you going to the dance on Friday?" Tyler heard. It
was Ginny Michaud. Tyler had known Ginny since the third
grade. She was pretty, with long strawberry blonde hair,
blue eyes, kind of thin. She reminded him of that chick
on the Brady Bunch. "I don't know yet", Tyler replied.
Ginny was leaning against her locker, text books cradled
in her arms. Cathy whats-her-name was there too. Big
frizzy hair, braces and coke bottle glasses. She had a
million and one freckles and really big tits for girl so
short but she always wore those old fashioned dresses
with the high collar so you couldn't see them. All of
the boys at school made fun of Cathy, but to be honest,
Tyler wasn't really sure why. He didn't dislike her,
hell, he barely knew her, but it was enough that the rest
did. If you wanted to be cool at Kensington Road, you
picked on Cathy. "Too bad...." Tyler thought, because she
did have big tits. Maybe he would go to the school dance
on Friday. It wasn't like he had a lot of other plans.
He'd talk it over with the guys...see what was going on.
"See you later." he called as he and Jason headed for the
door.
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As Jason and Tyler walked towards Mrs. Atkinson's house,
the topic of discussion turned to sex. This was hardly
surprising as the topic of discussion turned to sex every
time the boys got together, but today was different.
Today was a day of destiny! Neither boy knew what "taken
care of..." consisted of but they sure as hell wanted to
find out. "Do you think she'll do us one at a time or
together?" Jason joked. Tyler didn't bother to answer
but smiled as he conjured up a mental image of Mrs..
Atkinson on her hands and knees with Jasons cock in her
mouth and his own pounding her cunt from behind. He
could almost feel the satin smoothness of her skin as he
held her from behind, his long cock burrowed deep between
her pouty cunt lips. He could almost hear the squishing
sounds as his hard rod drove into Mrs. Atkinson's pussy
with enough force to rock her forward, her breasts
swinging like pendulums. He could almost hear her moan in
anticipation as he drew his cock from her slippery hole
and stroked it over her anus. He could almost feel her
buttocks tense as he placed the tip of his hard dick
against her asshole. He could almost feel the exquisite
tightness surrounding his cock like a velvet glove as he
deftly stroked his length into her ass. They rang the
doorbell. No one answered. They rang it again. This
time the door opened and Mrs. Atkinson was there, dressed
in a terrycloth robe. "Come in boys, I've been expecting
you," she said. Without waiting for a reply, she turned
and softly padded towards her bedroom door. "Holy shit!"
they both thought to themselves. "She wants us!" They
stepped inside and closed the door, not quite sure of
what to do next. Jason took his shoes off but Tyler just
stood at the door. Mrs. Atkinson came out of her bedroom
and absently tightened the belt of her robe as she
wandered into the kitchen. She returned momentarily and
paced back towards her bedroom. Just then, a man came
out. He was tall with an athletic build. He wore no
shirt or socks. "Have you seen my purse?" she asked him.
"It's in the bathroom," he answered while he slowly ambled
into the kitchen. Mrs. Atkinson strode into the bathroom
and emerged momentarily with a $20 dollar bill. Jason had
jammed his feet back into his shoes, hoping that she
hadn't noticed him taking them off. "I don't have change
so you guys will have to break this yourselves," she told
them as the twenty was handed to Tyler. "You did a good
job." "No problem. Thanks." was his mumbled reply, and
with that, the two would-be Casanovas were out the door.
They walked along in silence. The mantle of
disappointment weighed heavily on their shoulders until
Jason chirped in with, "Did you see the look on her face?
Man, he must be hung like a horse!"
The gym was dark, lit only by a large mirror ball
suspended from the ceiling and a few spotlights trained
on the Sadie Hawkins Day banner that hung from the
scoreboard. Sadie Hawkins....Patron Saint of Butt-Ugly
Bitches, Tyler thought. He stood at the doorway until
his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The crowded dance
floor was alive with teenage bodies dancing to the sounds of
the latest technopop. Tyler scanned the crowd until he
found his friends lingering in the corner. As he
maneuvered around the perimeter of the dance floor, Tyler
checked out the action. Tight short skirts and halter
tops seemed to be the order of the day. Miles and miles
of bouncing boobs and gyrating buttocks, or so it seemed.
Coming here tonight seemed like a much better idea than
it did 2 hours ago. Reaching his group of friends, it
was hand slaps all around. The boys passed the time
making snide remarks about whatever girl happened to
attract their attention. As usual with this group, the
remarks centered about the girls sexual potential or
physical attributes. Lisa and Tina Thompson smiled at
the group as they walked by. Long blonde hair cascaded
down their backs. Million dollar legs in floral
mini-dresses. Their push up bras performing brilliantly,
the Thompson twins were as close to California beach
babes as you were going to find around here. "How would
you like them to make a sandwich out of you?" Corey
shouted to Roberto. "It would be great, man." Roberto
replied. "'Cause I got plenty of meat for both of them."
Hoots and insults followed until Jason shouted above the
din, "Yeah, fucking SPAM, man!", and crowd broke out in
more hooting and snide remarks.
An announcement from the DJ proclaimed that the next dance would
be a "Ladies Choice." As good a time as any to go for a leak,
Tyler thought, and he started to thread his way through the crowd.
Suddenly he was stopped in his tracks as Cathy.....what the fuck
was her name anyway, stepped in front of him. "Where are you
going? Will you dance with me, Ty?" she asked. It was Whitmore
or Whitman, yeah, that's it, he thought. Cathy Whitman. The
young girl barely came to Ty's shoulders. Her massive shock of
frizzy hair was pulled back and held in place with a scrunchie.
She wore make up, Tyler wasn't sure if he had ever seen her with
make up before, and a peach colored sleeveless dress. Tyler
thought it was funny the way the mirror ball reflected on her
glasses. "Yeah, well, I was just going to the can....and..."
Tyler replied, his voice trailing off. She didn't hear him. She
was already tugging him towards the dance floor. Cathy led Tyler
to the middle of the gym floor, directly under the mirror ball.
She tightly wrapped her arms around his back and pressed her
body against his, her face buried in his chest. Her bra encased
breasts bore into Tyler as he hesitantly placed his arms around
her shoulders. Cathy ensured that every opportunity to force
their crotches together was achieved. Tyler glanced towards the
corner where his friends were pointing and making faces at him.
Damn, he thought. The song ended and Tyler thanked her for the
dance. Another slow song came on and before he knew it, she had
locked her arms around him, her body pasted to his like a second
skin. Once again Tyler saw his friends mocking him from the
corner and he returned their facial gestures with his own.
Cathy slid her hand to his hip, her thumb sliding inward along
his stomach. A flush of embarrassment surged over him. As the
song came to an end, Cathy "inadvertently" brushed her fingers
across his crotch. "Will you dance with again later" she asked?
"Uh, I dunno...maybe...." he stammered. Tyler turned and walked
to the washroom, leaving Cathy Whitman alone on the dance floor.
Alone, embarrassed and incredibly horny, Tyler rejoined
the gang. He joked with his friends, flirted with the prettier
girls and avoided Cathy Whitman for the rest of the night.
It had been a good night but now it was time to go home.
Tyler cut across the deserted soccer field. The serenity
of the starlit night and the smell of the freshly cut
grass were a pleasant contrast to the stuffiness and din
of the school gym. The soccer field at Kensington Road
High is lined on one side by a small set of weathered
bleachers with a string of tall elm trees on the opposite
side. Behind the trees is the staff parking lot. As
Tyler approached the trees, he could see that there were
a few cars scattered around the lot. Tyler paid no heed
until a movement in an old blue Pontiac caught his
attention. "What was that?" he thought to himself.
Edging closer along the tree line, Tyler stopped and
focused as best he could at the blue sedan. There were
two people in the back seat. Definitely. And they were
making out. Silently edging closer, Tyler came to within
10 feet of the old blue car. From where he stood, he
could see directly into the back window of the old car.
Shit, he thought, they must have heard me, because
all of a sudden, there was a lot of shuffling around
going on in there. But instead of some burly football
player barging out the door and chasing him across the
field, as Tyler had anticipated, the amorous pair were
simply searching for a more comfortable position in the
back seat. Tyler strained to see. The boy sat on the
back seat facing forward. With some difficulty, the girl
was able to straddle her partner, so that she was now
astride him, face to face. Tyler watched in amazement as
the boy peeled the dress from her shoulders. It easily
fell away, exposing a white bra, clearly visible in the
glow of the parking lot lights. Seconds later, the bra
was gone. Tyler got a quick look at her bare breasts
before they were captured and squeezed. Placing her hands
on top of the back seat for support, the girl was able to
lean forward. This allowed two things to happen. The
boy could now easily take her nipple in his mouth, which
he did and Tyler could now to see the girls face for the
first time. It was Cathy Whitman. Her glasses were gone
and her hair was no longer tied back but there was no
doubt, it was her. Tyler felt like he'd been punched in
the gut. He watched in fascination as Cathy reached down
with one hand, then ever so slowly sank down onto the
boy's lap. Tyler wished he had a better vantage point.
It excited him tremendously to think that this young girl,
the same girl he had spurned on the dance floor, was now
impaled on some guys cock in the back seat of an old
Pontiac. Eyes closed, Cathy bit her lip. Time was frozen
as she remained motionless, then slowly she started to
pump up and down. Tyler's pulse raced as he watched this
waif of a girl thrust herself on her new found lovers
cock. Tyler tried to imagine her cunt driving down onto
his stiff member wishing he could see it disappear inside
of her. "Was this her first time?" he wondered, then
doubted it as he watched her exhibit the skills and
techniques that only come through practice. This might
be his first though, he thought, as he watched the guy
savagely maul her breasts. He looks like he's going to
rip em off." The young girl pumped harder, up and down,
up and down. She braced herself on his shoulders as the
boy gently held her hips. Cathy's boobs shook with the
force of her fucking. Tyler wanted to run to the car and
squeeze them. Instead, he adjusted the crotch of his
jeans. Suddenly Cathy quickly climbed off of his lap and
knelt on the floor. The boy remained motionless. Tyler
wondered if perhaps she had seen him spying from behind
the trees. He didn't want to be labelled as a Peeping
Tom but he sure as hell didn't want to miss this either.
A minute later, the mystery was solved. The back door of
the car opened and Cathy Whitman poked her head out and
spat his semen onto the pavement. As Tyler watched the
half naked girl wipe her mouth with the back of her hand,
he decided that he was going to apologize to this large
breasted little nymph on Monday and ask her out on a
date.
- The End -
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