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  Msg#: 492                                          Date: 08 Apr 95  06:37:38
  From: The Wayward One                              Read: Yes    Replied: No 
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  Subj: Story:Growing Up Sexy- 20 & 21 (the end)(mf,ff,yng,cons)
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From: an123668@anon.penet.fi (The Wayward One)







                ****WARNING****

This story contains consensual sex between MINOR males and females and adults
and minors. If this type of story offends you or your community standards, exit
now and do not continue reading. If you are under the age of 18, or are under
the
legal age in your town, city, state, or country to read adult stories, exit now
and do not continue reading. You have been warned.

                ****DISCLAIMER****

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals, living
or dead, is entirely coincidental.



                      
                              GROWING UP SEXY

Chapters 20 & 21 (The end)

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This is the recollections of a year in the life of a young man who was
fortunate enough to find willing girls to explore sex with him.  It was
inspired by (and is an elaboration on) a story by Steve Jensen, orignally
uploaded to Rusty and Edie's BBS.  If explicit sex bothers you, please read
no further.
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20.  The Gardener's Performance

Susan and I managed to sneak off for a quick fuck every now and then.  The
garage became a favorite place, because Sue could just flip her skirt up
and bend over a bicycle.  While I porked her from the rear, we could both
keep an eye on the back of the house, to make sure we didn't get caught.
Tim told me he and Cindy got totally naked and did it in bed, after their
mom got bombed and fell dead asleep.  I envied them the time to really
screw around.  Sue and I could barely drop our drawers and get a cum
because we were so worried about getting caught.

Susan managed another session of cunt-licking with Carrie after a Brownie
Scout meeting, and told me about it later.  We were whispering in the
bathroom as she told me how Carrie's wet tongue felt lapping her clit.  I
pulled out my cock then and jerked off in front of my sister, thinking
about Carrie's skinny little pussy and talented mouth.

During this period, my thoughts kept returning to Liz and her growing
titties.  Because she didn't go to our school, I couldn't figure out how I
was going to arrange another get-together.  I even walked by her house a
couple of times, but couldn't figure out how I would walk up to the door
and ask to talk to her.  After all, she was only eleven years old.

Then one day I saw her at the shopping center.  I would have noticed her
anyway, even if I hadn't met her, because she was walking along real fast
and her little braless breasts were jiggling under a thin tee shirt.  I ran
to catch up with her and pulled her into a corner to chat.

"Oh, hi, Steve!" she said, and seemed genuinely pleased to see me.  When I
asked her point-blank about getting together and "doing some stuff," she
blushed a little bit, but said she would love to.  After a little thought,
she told me I should go over to their playhouse about four o'clock and she
and Amber would put on a "little show" for me.  I had almost forgotten
about her little sister.  She wouldn't tell me what she meant by a "show."
Anyway, I agreed and hurried home to get my homework done so I could go
"play basketball" before dinner.

At ten minutes of four, I was hanging around the park near the back fence
of Liz's yard.  Soon, I saw Amber in their playhouse, waving me over.  When
I got over the fence, Amber said I had to hurry up because Liz would be
coming to the playhouse real soon.

When Amber and I got in the playhouse, the little eight-year-old dragged me
back to a corner, behind a large puppet theater.  She giggled as she
whispered that Liz was going to bring in their gardener and put on a show
for us.  I was going to ask what kind of show, but Amber took charge,
saying that we only had about a minute to "get ready."

She showed me what kind of "readiness" she had in mind, as she lifted her
skirt to pull down her underpants.  When I reached to caress her hairless
little pussy, she slapped away my hands and started helping me take off my
jeans.  I was just kneeling down to put my half-hard prick in her hand when
we heard the door to the playhouse open.

"Well, come on in," we heard Liz say.  Looking toward the door, I realized
the puppet theatre was covered in some kind of dark cloth, so you could see
right out into the room, especially when Liz turned on a lamp beside the
couch.  As we watched, an old man walked in and sat down on the couch.  He
must have been over forty years old, because he had some white in his hair.

Liz twirled around in front of him so that her skirt swirled away from her
legs.  She was wearing a funny outfit, which made her look like a real
little girl -- some kind of dress with a short skirt and tennis shoes with
pink socks rolled down into anklets.  From where I was sitting, I could see
her underpants, which were plain pink cotton, unlike the "grown-up"
underwear she was wearing the last time I had been in the playhouse.

Liz was talking up a blue streak as she turned in lazy circles on the rug
in front of this strange man.  "Mr. Darnes, it's really great that you come
by every day and take care of our yard and stuff.  And it's even more great
that you like little girls so much and like to see them dance.  Can you see
how I'm dancing for you?  Do you like what you see?  Is there any special
dance you'd like me to do?"

The man just looked at her with a stupid smile on his face.  He didn't say
anything, but just nodded or shook his head in response to Liz's questions.
When she asked if there was a "special dance" he'd like to see, he nodded
his head but didn't name it.

But Liz seemed to know, because she continued, "You like to see little
girls do dances that show you their underpants, don't you?"  Mr. Darnes
nodded his head vigorously.

"Well I'm not sure I should do that," said Liz, in a teasing way.  "People
might find out about it and I could get in trouble.  Will you tell anybody
that an eleven-year-old girl let you see her panties?"  The gardener shook
his head solemnly.

"Well OK then," Liz said.  "Here's a dance to show you what you like to
see."  With that, she started a slow stroll around the floor, twitching her
skirts back and forth, higher and higher.  As I watched this strange scene,
I had almost forgotten about Amber.  But she reminded me as she silently
began to rub my half-limp cock into erectness.  Looking over at her, I saw
that she wasn't even looking at my peter, but was staring intently at her
sister and the old man on the couch.

When I looked back into the room, I saw that Liz now had her skirts up
around her waist as she walked around the room.  She had given up any
pretense of dancing and was just showing off her almost-shapely legs and
pink cotton underpants to the gardener.  Stopping just in front of him, she
squatted down with spread thighs to show him the crotch of her panties.
And she started to talk again.

"Well, you sure are staring at my secret place.  You know you have to show
me your nasty old dick if you want to see my secret place.  You have to
beat your meat if you want to see my pee-pee hole.  You have to show me
your old dick and make it hard and jack it off while I watch."

The gardener seemed unsurprised at the language coming out of Liz's mouth.
He just nodded again and started unfastening his pants.  Without a word, he
stood up and lowered his trousers and undershorts to his knees, sitting
back down while his huge cock swung nearly to his knees!  I was astounded
at the length and thickness of this old man's peter.  I wondered if he had
ever found anyone he could fuck with that tree limb.  Amber's little hand
grasped my ordinary-sized prick and began to stroke it as the gardener
waved his hardening cock back and forth in front of eleven-year-old Liz's
eyes.

But Liz just kept talking.  "Well, you sure are showing me your big old
dick.  And you're flopping it up and down right in front of me.  How many
little girls have you shown that nasty thing?  Do you think about little
girls when you rub it up and down like that?  Now I suppose you think I'm
going to show you my secret place, but I'm not.  You just sit there and rub
your nasty old prick while I watch.  I'll rub my secret place for you."
And she dropped her skirt and put her hand under it and began to rummage
around.

Mr. Darnes now had both hands on his straining cock.  One hand jerked up
and down while the other roamed over a cockhead the size of a softball,
rubbing and squeezing.  He didn't seem to mind if Liz was no longer showing
him her underpants, because his horse-cock was completely rigid now and he
was getting into a familiar beat.  But little Liz apparently wasn't through
with her act.

"I'll show you my titties, now," she said.  And she began to unbutton her
dress.  The gardener slowed his masturbation to see this part of the show.
As her sister pulled the top of her dress apart and down to show her proud
young breasts, Amber guided my hand to her own hairless cuntlips as she
continued pulling the skin back and forth on my cock.

"I like to do this when I'm all alone," said Liz, wetting her fingertips
and rubbing her pink nipples into erection.  "But I'm not all alone when
some old guy is beating his meat and watching me do this.  You probably
like me to look at your nasty old dick.  You probably want to see my pee-
pee hole right now, don't you?"  Mr. Darnes agreed with a solemn nod of his
head and a slight increase in jack-off speed.

"Well, OK, then, I'll show you my pee-pee hole, but you can't touch it.
You just keep on jerking your big old dick while this little girl pulls
down her panties for you.  Here," she said, lifting her skirt and pulling
down the front of her underwear to reveal her lightly-tufted cunny, "you
can look at that for just a second."  Liz was standing with her back to me,
so I couldn't see much, but the gardener really staring, stroking even
harder as he stared at what I knew must be a stimulating sight -- the pink
lips on either side of her slit, the dark patch of hair at the bottom of
her belly, and just the overall lewd impression of an eleven-year-old girl
showing him her bare breasts and crotch.  I was stroking harder, too,
running my fingers along eight-year-old Amber's crotch and feeling her
little-girl juices begin to lubricate my fingertips.

"Now, you can't look any more," Liz teased, as she let her underpants snap
back into place.  "I won't show you any more until you stand up and rub
your big old thing in front of the mirror."  This must have been a part of
a routine, because Mr. Darnes started gathering his pants back up as soon
as Liz started talking.

With his enormous cock rigid as a bar of iron, the gardener hobbled over to
the mirror and again dropped his pants around his ankles.  Little Liz took
his place on the couch, placing her heels on the edge of the cushion so her
panty-clad crotch was visible to Mr. Darnes as he stared at her image in
the mirror and resumed stroking his foot-long dong.

Amber matched the gardener's rhythm as she pulled the skin back and forth
on my surging rod.  As I glanced down, I was thrilled anew at the sight of
this second-grader playing with my penis.  I rewarded her with a swirling
caress of her wet little slot.  She didn't seem to object when I put the
end of my little finger against her asshole and rubbed back and forth.

We both looked over at Liz as she resumed her chatter.  "OK, Mr. Darnes,
you sure are a dirty old guy to be showing a fifth-grader your big old
dick.  And you are especially nasty to be jacking off your weiner while she
watches.  I'm gonna show you my pee-hole now so you can finish up and get
back to work.  Do you wanna see my little pee-pee?"  Of course, the
gardener nodded and speeded up his cock-stroking.

Despite her tart chatter, Liz's face was red and her eyes were glued on the
image of the gardener's throbbing cock in the mirror as she reached between
her legs to pull her cotton underpants over to one side.  I remembered that
fateful night in Cindy's bathroom and my dick gave a surge that nearly
ripped it out of Amber's little hands.  Mr. Darnes was rubbing both hands
on his enormous member faster and faster.  Giant veins protruded all over
the shiny surface and the head glowed purple as he twisted it.  His huge
balls were swinging back and forth between his legs in time with his
stroking.

Apparently, Liz's little-girl talk was part of the routine, because she
resumed her monologue.  "Well, I'm showing you my little hole, but it's got
some hair around it, and you're such a dirty old guy that you'd probably
rather look at some girl who's even younger; someone who doesn't have any
hair at all.  You'd probably like to see my little sister show you her pee-
pee hole, wouldn't you?"

I was surprised when the gardener spoke for the first time.  In a bass
rumble, he said, "I sure would!"

Without further ado, Amber released my cock, stood up, straightened her
skirt primly and stepped from behind the puppet theatre.  The gardener was
clearly surprised, because he sort of jumped and started to pull up his
pants.  I wondered how he would ever stuff his rock-hard cock back into his
underwear, but he relaxed when he saw Amber grinning and staring at the
huge piece of meat projecting from his torso.

"You know my little sister.  She's only eight years old, and you're showing
her your nasty old dick.  You better get back to beating your meat, so she
can see what a dirty old man you are."  Liz was beating her own meat as she
said this, reaching between her widespread thighs to dip her finger into

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