The little boy under me was mewling in pleasure. His breath was coming in short gasps, every so often as he lifted his mouth away from one of my tits and pressed his lips to the other. For a nine year old boy, he was doing a great job of fucking me. His hard little three inch cock felt great in my 16 year old pussy, and because he couldn't really cum, I had humped him for more than an hour while riding his tiny cock to 6 separate wild and thrilling orgasms. Then suddenly, the door to the boy's bedroom swung open and I heard his mother scream. His father ran to the bed, picked me up and threw me onto the floor. Less than two weeks later, I found myself in court and convicted of child abuse, even though little Tommy Tucker refused to testify against me. My lawyer said that Tommy told the police that he had raped me, trying to get me "off the hook". No one bought that, and I was sent to reform school.
Chapter 1: This is me and my life
My name is Diana Myers, and at 26 years old, I had put the sordid past of my life behind me. I was lucky enough that the judge had sentenced me as a juvenile, and I was able to leave the reform school the day I turned 18. I had no retrievable criminal past. I had my GED and was off to college. I had always been a decent student, but because in reform school there was nothing much to do but study, I had really pulled ahead. Now, just four years out of college, I had a great job as the women's coach and sex education teacher at NorthCentral Jr. High, an excellent income, and a brand new house.
Within hours of moving my first load of stuff into my new house, I met the family who lived next door. George Newfield, the father was an architect who worked all over the world and traveled for extensive periods of time. I met him just as he was getting ready to leave for a 6 week job in Brazil. Heather, his wife, was in her mid-to-late 30's, but young at heart. We seemed to hit it off right away. She worked as a supervisor to the food program at a local hospital. She had started out to be a doctor, but the arrival of her two children had derailed her career a bit, and she had just gone back to full time work less than a year ago. She too had odd hours for her job, just like I had until my promotion last month. Now I was a 9 to 5'er.
The kids, Josh and Jerry, were loud and boisterous, just like a 11 and 13 year old boys should be. Josh, the oldest, spent the time he was being introduced to me staring at my cleavage, until his mother hit him across the back of his head. Jerry was just a little shyer, and couldn't even bring himself to shake my hand. They were both kind of cute, and in my old life I might have been attracted to them, but I honestly felt nothing when I was introduced to them. (That's a convenient lie, my pussy was leaking so badly I thought it was running down my leg!).
Heather told me that she had to go into work that Saturday, probably for a twelve hour shift, and asked if the boys had any problems if they could come to me. I agreed, since I would just be unpacking all day. Heather said that the boys were old enough to take care of themselves, but liked the idea of having a neighbor that could check on them from time to time. I told her it was not a problem.
Two hours later I was taking a break from unpacking when I heard the boys yelling and screaming at each other. I checked myself out in the full length mirror I had just hung, almost unconsciously, and liked what I saw. I looked young, not over 18. I was a bit on the short side, but that made my b-cups look perfect with my frame. I was dusty-blonde, with short hair that looked maybe a little too "butch", and I was wearing tube top, jean shorts, and my favorite pair of sandals. I walked through my backyard, and opened the gate in the fence that divided our two yards. I turned a shard corner at the Newfield's pool shed, and stopped in my tracks. The boys were playing in and around the pool, naked. Oh, sure, skinny dipping was not a real big deal, but I just stood there for at least 15 minutes staring at their young, tan, naked bodies.
I could clearly see that Josh was well into puberty. It was hard to judge how big his cock actually was, but it was clear that he had a good amount of pubes, and a little hair under his arms. His cock flopped about freely, and had to have been a good four inches, even tough it was completely soft. Jerry, only being 11, was smaller and did not appear to be in puberty yet. I didn't see any pubes, and his soft little cock was just a little boy's prick. They were playing and swimming, and splashing, and I really hated to ruin their fun with my intrusion, but as I watched the boys I suddenly realized that my hand was down inside my shorts and I had two fingers deep in my cunt. When I pulled my hand out, it was covered with pussy juices. I knew then at that moment, that I was about to risk being hauled off to jail. Thought of how horrible the reform school was were drowned out by the shouts of the two naked boys in front of me. I boldly walked out toward the pool and the naked kids.
Chapter 2: Pool Pals
Both boys happened to be in the pool when I walked out. "Hi, guys!" I said in a loud friendly voice, "I heard you out here swimming. Since your mom asked me to look in on you once today, I thought maybe I could swim with you guys for a little while". I kicked off my sandals, sat on the edge of the pool and dangled my feet in. Both boys were kind of frozen. I locked eyes with Josh and said, "Jeeze, what am I a party killer? You guys were yellin' and screamin' a minute ago. Should I leave? Or are you embarrassed 'cause you're naked?"
Even though I couldn't see his lower half at all, little Jerry moved a hand down to cover himself, an act I found to be so damn cute. "Uhh," said Josh, "Our mom doesn't like it when we go skinny-dipping. She yells at us, so I guess we're afraid that you'll tell on us." "That's silly" I replied, "There's absolutely nothing wrong with being naked, anywhere, except in church." That got a little laugh from Jerry and a big one from Josh. "Tell you what," I smiled, "Since you are afraid that I'll tell on you for skinny-dipping, suppose I join you? Is that okay with you guys?"
Josh's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "You mean naked?" he asked incredulously. "Sure," I said, standing up, "as long as it's okay with both of you. That way you can be sure that I certainly won't mention this to your mom." "Y..yeah, Sure!!" said Josh, and then I looked at Jerry. He mumbled something and I said, "Well, I guess that's a yes".
I slipped off my tube top, and then pulled down my shorts and underwear in one movement. I stood there, naked in front of the boys, stretching with my arms above my head, for a few moments. Then I sat down again on the edge of the pool, with my legs spread apart and said, "You boy's still okay with this?"
"Sure!" was Josh's loud reply. I looked at Jerry. "How about you? And no mumbling this time!" I locked eyes with Jerry and then he snapped out of the trance he had been in and smiled widely. "Yeah, this is so COOL!" he shouted. I stood up and walked down to the diving board. As I did I heard Jerry whisper to Josh, "I thought you said women had hair 'down there'".
I dove into the water and came up right next to Jerry. I popped out of the water in front of him and pined him against the side of the pool. I put my hand on his back and rubbed my knee along the boy's side. "I heard that. Of course women have hair 'down there'; and by that I assume you mean around their pussies. Women have hair under their arms, and on their legs too. Your mom shaves her pits and her legs doesn't she?" "Uhh, I guess so" stammered Jerry, fidgeting uncomfortably, but obviously enjoying the close contact to me. "Well, so do I, and I do a good job of it too." I took the boys hand in mine and lifted my leg way up and then ran his hand down my thigh and along my calf. Then I reached his hand up and ran it along my arm and then under along my armpit. I smiled at him, and glanced at his very jealous brother who had moved very close to us now. I said, "I also shave the area around my vagina, you know -- my pussy." Then I put his hand on my tummy and began to slid it downwards. I stopped right before he got to actually feel my cunt, and his obvious excitement was causing me to get very, very horny.
"Hey, do I get to feel too?" whined Josh. I let go of Jerry's hand and as he turned to scurry away, I moved my hand quickly and brushed up against his body and felt his little stiffy sticking out from his body. I had definitely turned him on, and then some. I turned to Josh and said, "Well, Josh, I just figured that a good looking young man like yourself already has a girlfriend or two and gets so much action that you wouldn't want to be bothered by an old hag like me". Josh moved toward me and gulped visibly, "Oh, man! You are NOT an old hag! You're beautiful!" I laughed and said, "Well, thanks. That's the nicest thing a boy has said to me in a long time. Just for that, I will let you rub your hand all over me, so you can feel what a good job I do shaving myself, just like your brother did."
The only difference was that I didn't have to move Josh's hand myself. Both his hands were soon exploring my body. As soon as he had begun to move his hands around my body, I did the same with him. When his hands moved across my tits, I smiled widely and said, "I don't shave there all that often". He glanced up at me -- until I spoke his eyes had been locked on my tits, and he smiled.
Suddenly I backed away from him and said, "OH! I forgot that I left my stove on. I have to go." I grabbed my clothes and left. I didn't return that day, but watched the boys from my bedroom window. They stayed outside for a very long time, no doubt hoping that I would return. The game had begun, and now I just had to be careful enough to play to win, and stay out of jail.
Chapter 3 : Josh goes for it
I struck up conversations with the boys over the next couple of days, just to get an idea as to whether or not they had told anyone about our swimming party. I got the feeling that the boys knew that it was to be a secret. I also learned from Josh that he had an email address, and that he was the only one with the password. It was an account that his parents didn't know about, and he gave me the address.
I started emailing him, with innocent stuff at first. Then two weeks after the swimming incident, I asked if he remembered doing that stuff in the pool. When he said yes, I asked if he would like to do something like that in the future. He replied, "Absolutely, positively, definitely, and in case I wasn't being clear, YES!!!" I laughed at the message, and composed a reply.
"Dear, Josh. I really like you. Please understand that I don't love you, or want to date you, or go out with you. I LUST for you. For a 13 year old boy, there is not much difference between the two, but for a grown woman there is. I just wanted to be clear that I want to rape, suck and fuck you, not marry you. Speaking of raping, sucking and fucking you, play sick tomorrow. Your mom will let you stay home from school, and if I am any judge of her by now, she'll ask if I can look in on you. In the morning, if it works, when you are all alone, call me."
In the morning I got a frantic call from Heather asking if I was going in to work that day. I said no, I don't have to be at the school for another 3 weeks, until just one week before school starts, and she asked if I could look in on Josh, who was sick that day. She couldn't afford to take the time off work, and Jerry was going to be at a day camp all day long. I assured her that I would. Ten minutes later the phone rang.
"Is this Diana?" came the quiet voice on the other end of the line. " Yes. Now listen here. If we are really going to do this today, I am in charge, do you understand?" "Yes" "Good. First, don't call me Julie, call me whore, bitch, slut or some other word like that; do you understand, my little asslicker?" There was a bit of a giggle and then, "Yes, I understand my little cocksucking whore". "Good, second; obey my every little command, no matter what. The very first time you disobey me, I am leaving; do you understand, boy-bitch?" "Yes, I understand, you old slut."
"All right then," I continued, "Here is what I want you to do. Strip naked. Go to your brothers underwear drawer and put on a pair of his underwear. Then go outside and stand down by the pool." I hung up before he could reply. I got my things together and got dressed for this little party. The last thing I did was put on my robe.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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