"Going For A Walk With Kelly"
I was eight years old, my cousin Kelly was seventeen, as was her
boyfriend Darcy. I was visiting Kelly and her family at
their summer cottage near Penticton, a small vacation
community in the Okanagan Valley. We had finished dinner
and Kelly and Darcy were going for a walk down to the
lake. They wanted to watch the sunset. I asked if I
could tag along and they said, "Sure."
To get to the lake, we had to follow a narrow path
through a wooded area. I don't think it was more than a
hundred yards, but when you are eight and a long way from
home, it could seem farther than it actually was. I was
leading the way, about 10 feet in front of Kelly and
Darcy. They were holding hands and quietly talking. As
I came to the edge of the woods, I took off my shoes so I
could walk barefoot in the sand. I could hear hushed
voices coming from behind a washed up log but thought
nothing of it and walked towards the lake shore. As I walked
past the log, I saw Mrs. Jennifer Miller, a family friend,
lying on a blanket. Her pants and underpants were off
and a man was pressing his face into her crotch. I knew
Mr. Miller, and it wasn't him. She had her fingers
wrapped around his head and rotated her hips in a
circular motion.
I didn't have any idea of what they were doing, but when
Darcy and Kelly caught up to me, they obviously did.
Kelly let out a surprised gasp, loud enough to be heard
on the blanket. Mrs. Miller quickly looked around and
the man looked up from where he was. Mrs. Miller said
"Oh shit!" and scrambled to cover herself. "What are you
kids doing here?" she asked sternly. It was Kelly who
answered. "We were just about to ask you the same
question, Jen."
Now on the defensive, Mrs Miller sat up, holding her face
in her hands. From where I was standing, I had a clear
view of her vagina. With Darcy standing right beside me,
I'm sure that he had the same view that I had. The man
stood up and casually walked away, saying, "I'll call you,
Jen." over his shoulder as he walked down the beach.
"C'mon, lets go." Kelly said as she grabbed my arm and
pulled me away. We had walked about 10 yards when Kelly
said, "Darcy?" We abruptly stopped and as I looked back,
I could see that Darcy hadn't moved. He stood transfixed.
And then a very odd thing happened. Mrs. Miller smiled
at him and said something that I couldn't hear. "Darcy,
now!" Kelly growled. As Darcy quickly regained his
composure, he caught up to us. Kelly was furious but
what had we done? I just wanted to go to the beach. We
walked back to the cottage in silence.
The next morning, I woke up earlier than anyone else. I
was playing outside with my Barbie when I heard the
screen door close. Maybe my Dad was going fishing and
maybe I could go with him. But instead, it was Darcy.
He tiptoed off the porch and headed off through the woods
towards an old abandoned water tower not far from the
cottage. I decided to follow him. Maybe he could tell
me if Kelly was still angry with us even though I didn't
know what we had done to make her upset. When I got to
the tower, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was Darcy...
and Mrs. Miller. She wore jeans, white sneakers and a
hooded sweatshirt. She had her hands in the front pocket
of her shirt and was listening to Darcy. A moment later
she slowly nodded her head. She seemed to be staring at
her feet and didn't react at all when Darcy slowly walked
towards her and kissed her on the neck. Darcy wrapped
his arms around her and continued to kiss her neck and
shoulder. Eventually, Mrs. Miller put her arms around
Darcy's back.
I didn't want them to see me so I hid behind some bushes.
He had his hands on her behind while he nuzzled her neck
and throat. He must have whispered something to her
because she suddenly stepped back and lifted the front of
her shirt to her shoulders, exposing her small breasts
to the cool morning air. Her nipples were hard and Darcy
wasted no time taking one into his mouth. Mrs. Miller
gently held his head to her breast. He looked like a 17
year old baby as he suckled at her breast. He unbuttoned
her jeans and slid the zipper down. Once again, Darcy
spoke to Mrs. Miller but this time she forcefully said,
"No."
She pulled away from him and pulled the sweatshirt down
to cover her chest. After a momentary pause, she smiled
that smile again, the one I had seen the day before, and
stepped before Darcy. With that sinister smile on her
face, she slowly drew Darcy's sweatpants and underpants
down to his ankles. Darcy's erect penis sprang into the
air, the first I'd ever seen. Now it was his turn to
stand and stare. Mrs. Miller stroked the length of his
penis, making it grow even larger. Back and forth,
squeezing it's length. She skimmed her jeans down her legs
and off, draping them on a beam of the water tower where
they were quickly joined by her pink nylon panties. She
continued to stroke his penis and slowly leaned back
against the beam. Pulling Darcy by the penis like some
sort of toy, she rubbed his hardness between her legs.
Holding his stiff cock against her slit, she wrapped her
right leg around his and with her hand pressing against
his bum, drew him inside of her. When Darcy was fully
embedded, Mrs. Miller gently put her arms around Darcy's
neck. Darcy started to slam his body against hers, but
she whispered to him and Darcy slowed down his pace. She
held Darcy by the hips and guided him into her body,
again and again. Darcy had his hands under her shirt and
she laid her head on his chest. He must have squeezed
her too roughly because all of a sudden she cried out and
pushed his hands away.
Darcy started to really slam into her harder, making
grunting noises along the way. Mrs. Miller kept saying
"Tell me when, ok?" Darcy lunged forward, straining to
stay inside her, but Mrs. Miller was furious. She shoved
him away and his penis popped out, spraying her thigh and
shoe with his cum. "You bastard!" she spat. "I told you
to pull out before you came. Look what you've done!
Asshole."
She wiped the still dripping semen from her leg and
quickly dressed. "I"m sorry, I didn't mean to...." Darcy
was mumbling, but Mrs. Miller wasn't interested in
listening. When Darcy reached for her breast again, she
shoved him away, hard. "Fuck off." she said, and with
that, she turned and walked away. Darcy leaned back
against the tower. His face was red and his penis was
slick and limp. He was totally spent.
I hurried back down the path towards the cottage. When I
got back, Kelly was on the porch and asked me if I had
seen Darcy. "Yes, I saw him go towards the water tower,"
I answered. I went back to playing with my Barbie as
Kelly smiled and quickly walked down the path
- The End -
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