Message-ID: <15720eli$9809300558@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "terry schulz" Subject: A SCHULZIE Story:"Miss Rene and Tommy"PART ONE(F/m;teen;cons;m-solo;f-solo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980929203908.10784.qmail@hotmail.com> ³Miss Rene and Tommy³PART ONE (F/m;teen;cons;m-solo;f-solo) by Schulzie Rene DeLong heard the bicycle rattling down the road in front of her house. She jumped out of her easy chair and raced to the window to peep through the blinds. There, peddling down the street toward the house directly across the street from her own, was Tommy Avera. Just barely thirteen years old, Tommy was returning from his paper route, a job he had just begun a few weeks earlier. In spite of his young age, he was physically well-developed. He was 5 feet, ten inches tall with sandy blond hair, and broad shoulders. Like many teenagers, Tommy was all arms and legs which suggested an awkwardness about him. When Rene saw Tommy jump off his bike in the driveway, she reached down to the crotch of her tight jeans and rubbed her clit through the fabric. The young boy turned her on like no male had ever turned her on before. The fact that he was young and awkward did not matter to her. What attracted her to Tommy was her knowledge that this young teen was well hung. She had seen his cock, and simply could not believe it was attached to such a young man. Just a few months ago, Rene had moved into her new house with her two young daughters. She had just divorced her husband after a miserable eight-year marriage. She had finally caught him in the act, screwing his secretary on the floor of their living room. She had come home early from work and entered their house quietly, curious about why his car was in the driveway so early in the day. She had suspected for quite some time that he was fooling around on her. Even so, she was not prepared for the sight she beheld when she opened the front door. There on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace was Larry, humping and pumping, his cock buried in the cunt of his brunette secretary who laid beneath him with her legs up around him, her heels pushing his ass forward forcing him to fuck her deeper. Rene's timing was awful. At just the exact moment she walked in, Larry was in the throes of an orgasm, grunting and moaning as his piston-like cock spewed its load into the waiting pussy of the 22-year-old bimbo below him. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God, give it to me," Rene heard the young woman scream as Larry shot his wad deep into her tight hole. Rene stood there in shock. In her heart, she was not surprised to learn that all her suspicions about her husband's infidelity were true. She just didn't dream that she would learn the truth this way. There he was, plowing away, thrust after thrust into his secretary's pussy as she writhed beneath him on the living room floor. It was the young girl who first became aware of Rene's presence. She looked up to see her lover's wife staring in disbelief as the woman's husband came inside her. She began to pound on his back. "Larry! Your wife!" Larry turned his head to see Rene looming over them. "Oh, shit!" he cursed, lifting himself up off of his secretary, his cock still squirting cum onto the secretary's pubic hair and the carpet beneath her. Rene wasted no time. She grabbed the heavy ashtray that sat on the coffee table and lobbed it at him, catching him square in his nuts. Disabled by the blow to his testicles, Larry doubled over in pain, breathless. Then Rene turned to the young secretary, screaming, "Get out of my house, you slut! Get your fucking clothes, and get out of here. Whore!" Rene didn't wait for the dumbfounded girl to get dressed. She grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to the front door, pushing her out naked. Only as an afterthought did she scoop up the clothes she left behind and threw them out the door at the nude woman standing out front, her body exposed to anyone who might be passing by. Rene turned her attention to her cheating husband who was still unable to do more than lie there in front of her, incapacitated by the impact of the ashtray that struck his balls. "Goddam you, you son-of-a-bitch!" Rene screamed at him, kicking his ass. "Isn't it bad enough you're screwing around on me. Why did you have to bring that little bitch here to screw her?" She was relentless, kicking him over and over, continuing to yell at him. "Where do you get off fucking that little tramp in our living room? You're gonna pay for this!" And with that, she grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, turning his head toward the semen he had shot on the carpet, and pushed his face down into the goo. "Eat this!" Larry did pay for his foolish indiscretions. The divorce settlement cost him nearly everything he had. Though Rene got custody of the girls and was awarded the house, she no longer cared to remain there. Every time she entered the house, all she could picture was the scene she had walked in on the day she had caught him in the act. She made arrangements to sell the house and moved into a new house in a new neighborhood with new neighbors. And there was one neighbor she really wanted to get to know very well - Tommy Avera. On the Saturday after she had just finished moving in, Rene decided to introduce herself to some of her neighbors. She took her daughters, Laura and Claire, to meet the people living nearby. Rene was hopeful that some of her neighbors might have children about the same age as her girls. Laura was 6 years old, Claire had just turned 4. Neither of the neighbors living next door were at home when she knocked on their doors, so with kids in either hand, she ambled on across the street. Knocking on the door of the house across the street, she admired the well-kept lawn and shrubbery that surrounded her neighbor's home. Within a few seconds, a woman in her 30's opened the door. "Hello," said the woman, "may I help you?" "Hi," said Rene. "I'm Rene DeLong. I'm your new neighbor from across the street. I just came over to introduce myself." "Oh, hi. I'm Ruth Avera. So you're living in the old Watson couple's house. Come on in." Rene and the girls walked in the Avera home. "These are my girls. This is Laura and this is Claire. Say `hi' to Mrs. Avera." "You girls can call me Miss Ruth, okay? My, but you are both so pretty!" Ruth led the threesome into the kitchen. "Have a seat. I was just getting ready to pour myself a cup of coffee. Care for some?" Ruth asked Rene. "I'd love some," answered Rene. "How about the girls? I've got some Coke." "Okay. But just a little bit." For the next half-hour or so, the two women sat at the kitchen table, chatting about the neighborhood as Ruth told Rene about the other neighbors, sharing all the gossip she knew. After awhile, they began to talk about themselves. It turned out that, like Rene, Ruth was also divorced, starting over again after a marriage that had managed to last almost 16 years. As they talked, Rene looked about the kitchen, admiring how nicely the room was decorated. "I love the way your house looks. Such warm colors." "Thank you," said Ruth. "I'm pleased with how it's all turned out. It was a lot of work, but it was worth it. Say, would you like to look at the rest of the house?" "I'd love to," replied Rene. "Now you girls behave yourself down here while Mommy looks at the rest of Miss Ruth's house." "If it's alright with you," said Ruth, "the girls can play out back. The yard is fenced in, and there's a swing set out there. It's been there since Tommy was little." "Okay, " said Rene. "You girls have fun." As the girls headed out the back door, Ruth gave Rene a tour of the house. They surveyed the living room and the den before heading upstairs. Ruth showed Rene her bedroom, and the two women discussed where she had bought the furnishings. "Now down the hall is Tommy's room. I don't think you want to see that. You know teenagers. I'd hate to think how messy it is." "I understand. My brothers were real pigs when they were teenagers. Probably still are." The women laughed. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom while we're up here?" asked Rene. "No, not at all. It's down the hall right past Tommy's room. I'll meet you downstairs," said Ruth. Rene stepped into the bathroom, slipping her jeans and panties down as she sat on the toilet to relieve herself. She liked Ruth and felt very comfortable in the Avera house. Rene finished peeing, wiped herself and began pulling her pants and undies back up over her hips as she flushed the toilet. After washing and drying her hands, she stepped out into the hall to head back down the stairs. It was at that moment that she heard a sound that seemed to come from the room that Ruth had indicated was her son's bedroom. It sounded to Rene like a bedspring squeaking and very heavy labored breathing. Without thinking, curiosity got the best of her. She walked quietly toward the door and noticed that the door was open just a crack. She put her head close to the door, squinted, and looked through the door that was slightly ajar. She nearly gasped at what she saw. There was a young man lying in the bed right next to the door. The head of the bed was against the wall nearest to the door and from her angle she could not see the young man's face or chest. But she could see that he was totally naked below. And she could see that the young man's hand was stroking his cock. It was an enormous cock, at least eight inches in length. But the length was not what impressed Rene the most; it was the thickness of his cock that Rene could not believe. It seemed to be as thick as her wrist. "Jesus!," she whispered to herself as she watched the young man's hand gripped tightly around the thick organ, stroking it with wild abandon. He seemed completely oblivious to everything else but the sensations he was administering to his engorged dick. When he lifted his hips off the bed, Rene knew he was getting ready to come. She watched in fascination. In spite of growing up with two brothers and having been married, she had never in her entire life watched a man masturbate. Part of her felt that she shouldn't be watching such an intimate act, that she should walk away and let him finish himself off with some privacy. Yet, another part of her could not look away. She wanted to see that moment when his semen would shoot out of the end of his cock. She didn't have to wait long. Within a few seconds, she saw his hand moving rapidly up and down the long, thick shaft. His breathing got heavier and heavier as his hips began bucking. The head of his erect cock grew and then it happened. Up in the air from the head of his cock flew a stream of white, creamy cum, arcing towards the young man's upper torso out of her sight. The orgasm that overtook him must have felt delightful, she reasoned, as she heard him moan with pleasure and grunt at the moment he came. Then she saw another white streak, then another, both landing on his chest and stomach. A few more lesser shots sprang from his pulsating dick until finally, with one last grunt, the young man slowed his hand down to a stop and he collapsed on the bed, sighing contentedly. Rene was astounded. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. The sight of a man shooting his load in passionate solitude turned her on more than she ever dreamed it could. The fact that the load of cum leaped out of such a huge penis made the sight even more exciting. She watched, mesmerized, as the huge organ began to slowly shrink, resting upon the young man's belly. Reality hit Rene. She shouldn't be watching this, she realized. Quietly, she walked away from the door toward the stairs and headed back down to rejoin Ruth in the kitchen. Before she walked in the kitchen, Rene stopped to compose herself. She knew she was breathing a bit too heavily, and she could feel that her face was flushed. Taking a deep breath, Rene stepped into the kitchen and was glad to see that Ruth had her back turned away from her as she sat down at the table. When Ruth finally turned around, she didn't seem to noticed that Rene was the least bit flustered. "So," said Ruth, "you like my house, huh?" "Yes, it's very nice," Rene said, still thinking about the cock she had just seen explode upstairs. "I've got to be going soon. I promised the girls I'd take them to McDonald's for lunch. Let me call them back inside." She got up from the chair, put the empty coffee cup in the sink, and went to the door to call the girls. In a few minutes, Ruth showed Rene and the girls to the door. The two women both realized they had each found a brand new friend, and agreed to do lunch the next day. As Rene turned to leave, she could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. "Oh, wait," said Ruth. "Let me introduce you to my son. Tommy? Come here, please. I want you to meet our new neighbors." Rene watched as Tommy came down the stairs. Oh my God, she thought, there he is. Tommy - the young man she had just watched bring himself to an orgasm upstairs only a few minutes ago - was standing right in front of her fully dressed this time. "Tommy, this is Miss Rene," said Ruth to her son. "Hi, Tommy," said Rene, smiling at the young man. "Hi," replied Tommy, shyly. "And these are my daughter's, Laura and Claire." Tommy and the girls exchanged smiles as Rene looked the young man over. He was good looking, she thought, examining his features. She couldn't help but take a glimpse at his crotch. Though he most surely was no longer erect, the bulge in his pants suggested that the boy was well-equipped, erection or not. "Tommy's real anxious to begin his first job today," said Ruth. "He's got a paper route. He's trying to earn some money for his class trip this spring." "Oh," said Rene, "your senior class trip?" "No ma'am," replied Tommy, "I'm not in high school. I'm only in middle school." Rene was shocked. Here was this tall, handsome, well-built young boy who had a man-sized cock. And he was only in middle school! "Tommy's big for his age," said Ruth. "Just like his father was at that age." "How old are you?" asked Rene. "Twelve. But my birthday's next week." Good Lord, Rene thought to herself. This kid isn't even thirteen yet, but he could easily pass for 17 or 18. I wonder how long it will take until the girls find out what he's carrying in those pants of his. "Well, Tommy, if you are trying to earn some money, maybe I can help. Would you be interested in taking care of my lawn this summer? I can see how well-kept your lawn is; do you take care of it?" "Yes, ma'am. My Dad's a landscaper. I`ve learned a lot from him. "Tommy? Would you like to take care of Miss Rene's yard?" asked his mother. Tommy looked puzzled. "Your husband won't mind, will he?" asked Tommy. Rene grinned at the boy. "I'm not married, Tommy. I'm divorced." "Oh. Okay. I guess I can do it. How much are you paying?" "Tommy?!" said Ruth, disapprovingly. "That's okay, Ruth," said Rene. "Tommy's got good business sense, that's all. Tommy, I'll make sure you get paid fairly. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow when I come over for lunch, okay?" "Okay." "Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Tommy. Bye, Ruth." "Goodbye," said Ruth. "Bye, girls." Tommy just waved at Rene and the girls as they walked away. Just before he closed the door, he saw Rene turn around to look at him. Their eyes met, and Tommy started to blush at the intense look she was giving him. God, she's pretty, he thought as he slowly closed the door. Later that night, after she had given the girls their baths and tucked them into bed, Rene decided that what she needed was to relax from all the unpacking was a nice, warm bubblebath. She began to fill the tub with hot water and poured some strawberry scented bubble bath into the tub. As the water flowed into the tub, Rene began to undress. She lifted her Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt up and over her head and dropped it on the floor near the bathroom door. She reached around behind her with both hands to unfasten her pink, satin bra and took it off, throwing it on top of the t-shirt. She stopped for a minute, looking in the bathroom mirror to admire her breasts. She held them, lifting them up with her hands, as she stood there looking them over in the mirror. When she was a teenager, she wished she had larger boobs like some of the other girls in school. Though her bust was only 34 inches, she was pleased with how they finally turned out. They were firm breasts and she liked the way they curved underneath. She began to run her hands over her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples, causing them to stand hard and erect. Slowly, she turned to inspect her profile in the mirror. She loved the way her nipples pointed upward from her breasts when they were erect. Her fingers began to run circles around the swollen tips, causing her nipples to stiffen even more. Finally, Rene unbuttoned her jeans and slid them and her panties down, over her hips and down her legs. Stepping out of her jeans and undies, she again turned to the mirror to view herself in complete nudity. She was proud of her body. Standing just over 5 feet tall, her body was compact. Her silky, smooth skin covered a well-proportioned frame. Partially due to her metabolism, but mostly because she worked out at the gym at every opportunity, her stomach was flat and her abdominal muscles taut. This only served to give more accent to her buttocks. Several men she had known told her she had a "classic ass"; the curves gently rounding out where her butt met her legs. Picking up her brush, Rene began running it through her medium length blonde hair. She was a natural blonde and had a blondish bush to prove it. She never considered herself a stereotypical dumb blonde. She had done well in college and was always surprised when some of the guys she dated in college treated her as though they expected her to be some air-headed bimbo. Many times she astounded some of her suitors by being able to engage in intelligent conversation. Sometimes she felt as though they were intimidated by her intellect. It was in college that she had met Larry, and he was one of the few that wasn't taken aback by her brains. Damn that bastard, Rene thought to herself, as she pinned her hair up. It had been almost two years since they had split and she still was angry just thinking about him. Here she was, a mature, sexually-healthy woman of 29 years, and he was screwing around with some 22-year-old little bitch. Well, fuck him, she told herself. If he doesn't know a good thing when he has it, let him have his little secretary. Ready for the bath, Rene turned off the water and stepped ever so gingerly into the hot water, her feet disappearing beneath the bubbles. Easing herself into the tub, she sighed as her muscles relaxed from the strain of all the unloading and unpacking from moving in. Leaning back against the end of the tub, she began to scoop up some of the bubbly water and poured it over her breasts. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the water running over her nipples as she continued applying the water again and again. Gently, almost sensually, she began to run her hands up and down her arms and her shoulders as she sank farther into the water. Her hands returned to breasts as she caressed herself. She began to think about her new life in a new neighborhood and decided she had made the right decision by moving to this community. She was also happy that she had established a new relationship with her neighbor across the street, Ruth. Then she remembered Tommy. God, what a hunk of a young man he is, she recalled. Rene grinned as she allowed the image of him stroking his cock to enter her head. Twelve years old! And he had a cock that even a fully-grown adult male would envy. She wondered if it was finished growing yet or if Tommy would be blessed with another inch or two before he reached adulthood. Either way, he was one lucky guy. As she began to run her hands down to her stomach, Rene thought about the sight of him in his bedroom as she had peeked through the crack. She could still see very clearly in her mind his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, pleasuring himself, stroking it faster and faster until he released his semen up into the air and onto himself. She was fascinated by the sight of this young man-child masturbating and bringing himself to climax. In all her years, she had never seen a man's penis explode right out in the open like that. She thought it was terribly sexy to watch Tommy's hand rub up and down the length of his cock until he shot his load, being under the control of his own orgasm, giving in to the sensations that caused his cum to spray out from his orgasm. What must his dick feel like, Rene wondered, as her hands began to rub her inner thighs. She had only known a few men that intimately to know what an erect cock felt like, but none of them had a penis that long and that thick. She imagined herself trying to wrap her own little dainty fingers around the boy's monster organ, pumping it and jerking him off the same way he had done to himself earlier that day. Without realizing it, her fingers had left her thighs and began exploring her pussy lips as she pictured herself stroking Tommy's dick. I wonder if he's still a virgin, she thought, as her fingers traced along the length of her slit. Surely he's too shy at his age to have gone all the way with one of the neighborhood girls, she realized. Does he realize how his huge cock measures up to the little dicks of the other boys? He must have compared himself in the boys' locker room after gym, she figured. No matter, whichever girl first discovers Tommy has such a magnificent tool in his pants will be one lucky girl. Then Rene thought about it. If she were a teenager again, looking at her first dick, the size of Tommy's cock might scare the hell out of her. She recalled how when she gave her virginity after the senior prom to Jerry Cole, she was petrified at the size of his dick. And his was just an average 6 inches in length. Imagine if she were to have dated a guy with a huge dick like Tommy's; she would have been scared shitless at the sight of that giant trying to poke her virgin pussy. As she thought about Tommy's "WonderDick" entering her pussy, her fingers found her clit. It was erect and throbbing, sticking out from between her inner lips, begging to be touched. At first, she just ran the length of her right index finger along side of it, feeling the tingling sensation as she did. Then, with the tips of her index and middle fingers together, she began to concentrate on her clit more intensely. She began to rub her engorged nub in a circular motion, creating ripples of pleasure in her most sensitive area as her mind continued to wonder what it would be like to spread her legs wide to accept such a gigantic cock like Tommy's. She could only imagine the feeling of that huge dick entering her pussy, causing her pussy lips to stretch and open wide to accommodate its immense thickness. Would it hurt, she wondered? Though she was no virgin, she knew that her pussy was tiny and tight. Would all of that fit inside her small cunt? Rene's left hand reached for the bar of soap resting on the dish of the tiled wall. She began to roll the soap around in her hand, figuring that the circumference of the soap was about the same as Tommy's cock, though not perfectly round. Jesus, she thought, that would be huge. Would it fit inside of her? As crazy as her excitement and curiosity was making her, she wanted to know what it might feel like to have something that thick inside her pussy. She had to find out. She stopped frigging her clit, and used the fingers of her right hand to help spread her pussy lips open. She brought her left hand down, holding the soap, and angled it, lining it up with her open hole. Carefully, she began to push the bar of soap into the entrance of her womanhood. At first, it was easy-going, slipping in about an inch or so. But it would go no further. Rene began to roll the soap around inside her pussy. Between her own natural lubricant that was flowing freely and the slippery soap mixing with the warm water, she was able to push it in about another inch. Holy shit, she thought. What would it take to fit a huge dick in my pussy, she asked herself, wondering if such a thing was possible. She adjusted her position and found herself lying almost flat on the floor of the tub, the water rising to cover her chin. She lifted her legs up, spread them wide, and brought them closer to her breasts, trying to open herself even more. Then she pushed on the soap again. A little at a time, she began to feel the soap slip in, filling her up as her vaginal walls began to close in around the soap, clutching it. Millimeter by millimeter, she eased the bar of soap in until, at last, her pussy had accepted the entire thing. Oh my God, she thought as she felt the soap inside her. She could feel her pussy lips stretched wide apart. Never in her life had she placed anything inside her except her own fingers or tampons. Even the few cocks that had known the inside of her pussy never filled her up like this. Using the fingers of her left hand to hold the soap in place, Rene resumed the finger job on her clit. With her labia stretched to the limit, her clit now stood out like a miniature penis, easily accessible to the tips of her fingers. Slowly, then more quickly, she began to stroke her clit. Those ripples of pleasure she had felt before were turning into waves, sending chills throughout her body. As she rubbed her clitoris even faster, she pictured Tommy's stiff organ inside her instead of the soap. The soap merely filled her. But in her mind, Tommy's cock not only filled her; it was thrusting inside her, in and out, his cock in motion in her fantasy, as she quickened her fingers' movement on her clit. "Yes, Tommy. Fuck me!", she whispered as she fingered her clit a little harder and a little faster in the tub. Her hips began to respond to the pending orgasm, thrusting up and down to meet the imaginary cock thrusting within her as she pictured that gorgeous boy pumping away on top of her. The motion of her hips was causing the water in the tub to splash up against her face, but she didn't care. She was too close to orgasm to stop now. Her body tensed, muscles tightened as she strained for that released she was craving. She reached up with her left hand and began pinching the nipple of her left breasts as she neared her climax. Her pussy muscles contracted causing the bar of soap to move slowly at first, then to shoot out of her vagina. The sensation of the soap as it slipped out of her cunt pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit fast and hard, causing her to slip down even more in the tub. As she continued to finger her clit, she struggled to keep her head above the water. "Oh, Jesus!" she cried out, as the intensity of the orgasm brought her to new heights of pleasure. It was all she could do to continue wiggling her fingers against her clit and keep her head above water. One time, her head slipped under. But she came up sputtering, calling out, "Don't stop, Tommy. Yes. Right there!" as she imagined the base of his thick cock rubbing up against her clit. Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door. "Mommy? Are you all right?" Oh, shit. It's Claire, Rene realized. Was I that loud? Did I wake her up? "Yes, honey," Rene answered, pulling herself together. "Mommy's okay. I just got a cramp in my leg," she said, as she pulled herself upright in the tub. The door opened slowly and in walked Claire, clutching her teddy bear and rubbing her eyes. "I thought I heard you screaming, Mommy." Oh, Jesus! I was loud! I wonder if she heard what I was saying? "It's okay now, sweetie. Mommy's leg had a cramp and I must have groaned. It's all right now. Here, let me give you a kiss and you go back to bed now, okay?" Rene leaned forward and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Goodnight, honey." "Night, Mommy." The little girl toddled off, back to the bedroom. Rene reached over to pull the stopper from the drain to let the water out of the tub. Very carefully, her legs wobbly, she stood up and reached for a towel. One slow step at a time, she got out of the tub and began to dry herself off. As she rubbed the towel over her wet, glistening body, she began to realize what had just happened. She had just experienced the biggest, strongest, most glorious orgasm in her life. Never had she known such pleasure. She also realized what drove her to that pleasure. That boy. Tommy. Her head had been full of the image of his immense cock filling her pussy. Shame hit her hard. What am I thinking, she scolded herself. He's a boy. He's only twelve. Am I crazy? She passed it off as just the result of not having had a man inside her for so long. She was horny, she knew. But to fantasize about getting fucked by a mere boy? Was she depraved? But Tommy was not just a mere boy. He may be only twelve years old, but he had the body of a man; a well-endowed man. Even now, she could not get the image of his gigantic erection out of her mind. She wanted it. She wanted to feel its length in her hand, in her mouth and in her pussy. But how could she justify seducing him? How could she overcome her own doubts? Finished drying off, she wrapped the towel around her and headed for her bedroom. Dropping the towel, she pulled a blue, see-through negligee out of her drawer, put it on, and laid back on the bed. He must be a virgin, she reasoned. And if he does get a chance to get laid by some sweet thing, he might scare her to death with that cock of his. How frustrating that might be for him, she thought. He might wait a long time before he finds a girl able and willing to take his length deep inside her pussy. Rene knew that she was both willing and able to let him shove his thick penis inside her, to fuck her, to make her come. She would be doing him a favor by being his first. She could teach him everything he needed to know about pleasing a woman. She would not be scared of his dick. She would accept him with pleasure. And he would learn about sex properly from an experienced older woman. And when the time came for him to make love to a girl closer to his own age, he would be ready. He would know how to get a girl so hot that she'd beg for him to use that monster dick on her. As Rene considered the possibility of becoming Tommy's own personal tutor, she began to rub her clit through her negligee. "Here I go again," she said to herself, turning off the light as she spent much of the night fingering her pussy and fantasizing about the boy with the man's cock. To Be Continued in PART TWO Stories by Schulzie specializes in stories about teens, exhibitionism, voyeurism, incest, mastubation and oral sex. http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/schulzie.htm -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----