Many, many years ago …

The stewardess waved goodbye to me and I walked down the portable stairs from the Boeing 707 onto the hot tarmac of Stapleton Airport, following the other passengers into the hopefully cooler terminal. I saw Mom and Dad as soon as I got inside but there was a pretty girl with them I didn’t immediately recognize. Wearing bell-bottom blue jeans and a white button-down blouse, she jumped up and down and called “Hey, Mike!” as she waved. The thing was, when she jumped up and down, her tits bounced in a very pleasing way.

I waved back and it finally dawned on me who this girl was; it was Charlotte! Charlotte de la Torre, bona fide champion horse rider, picker of wild berries, excellent marksman with a BB gun, and my next-door neighbor and best friend for the last four years, was here at the airport to greet me. The reason it took me a couple moments to recognize her was she didn't look at all like Charlotte the tomboy that I left behind almost three months ago. When I left her, she was skinny, dressed like a boy, had braces and glasses, and had almost no shape whatsoever. This Charlotte was stacked! And she had hips, too, a beautiful smile, and her hair was done; she had completely transformed herself into a beautiful desirable young woman.

My mom hugged and kissed me too much while my dad tousled my hair. When they finally let go of me I turned to Char, and she full-on hugged me. 

Jesus Christ!

I had never hugged a girl before, of course. I had just turned sixteen; how many girls was I going to be hugging? As she hugged me tight, the only thing I could think about was her big tits are on me, right now!

By the time my brain kicked in and I thought I should return the hug she was already letting me go. 

“How was the flight, son? Any rough weather or turbulence?” My dad was always concerned about the weather. I mean, he was an accountant, but somehow the weather played a big part in his life. He grabbed my suitcase from me and we headed towards the car. 

I realized I had a serious boner going on and I had no way to hide it. I snatched my suitcase back from Dad. “I got it, Dad. The flight was great, no bumps at all. They gave me champagne and caviar, it was amazing!”

Dad rolled his eyes, but Mom fell for it hook, line, and sinker. “What? They were supposed to watch you since you were an unaccompanied minor, not get you drunk! I’m calling Western Airlines as soon as we get home and I’m going to give them a piece of my mind and …”

Mom went on and on until we got to the car and I told her I was just kidding about the champagne. She looked at Dad, who had a very guilty expression on his face. “You knew he was joking, and you let me go on and on?” She looked at me and Charlotte. “You two sit in the back. Your father and I are going to have a long talk about what’s funny and what isn’t.”

Dad made me put my luggage in the trunk of our trusty ten-year-old 1965 LTD. I had pretty much calmed down at that point so I didn’t make a fuss about that. But then Charlotte sat next to me, riding the hump. Who does that voluntarily? As we got on the freeway on one of those tight cloverleaf deals, Charlotte slid into me, her body squashed beside mine, from the centrifugal force. Dad is going too fast through this turn, I thought.

“Whoa!” she laughed as she held onto my thigh for support. Her tits mashed into my arm, too. 

Great. It’s like a bad Japanese movie: The Return of The Boner. 

“You got your seatbelts on back there?” Dad asked. 

“No, Mr. Nelson. Sorry.” 

“Mike, hold onto her, then.”

Why would I hold on to her? She’s plastered against me and couldn’t move away if she tried. “Yeah, Dad.”

I managed to free my right arm and put it around her shoulders. Now her tits pressed into my side. Yep, the boner is fully engaged now.

“How was your summer, Mike? Was your uncle's ranch fun?”

I was busy trying not to look down her shirt in hopes of seeing some cleavage when I realized she was talking to me. “Huh? Yeah, yeah, it was fine.”

We came out of the long turn and got on the freeway. Charlotte didn’t move away from me. I looked up at the rear-view mirror to see Dad grinning in the reflection. He knew what he was doing with that tight curve, he put on some extra speed to get her to slide into me.

“Why did you come home so early, then?” 

My parents stopped talking, and Dad looked at me again in the rearview mirror. It was late August, and I hadn’t been expected to get home until right after Labor Day. But they already knew, so I guessed he was curious as to what I would say.

“Well … I kinda … got into a fight, I guess.”

Charlotte straightened up and looked me over. “Are you okay? You don’t look hurt.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s no big deal. How’s, um, how’s your dressage going?”

“Oh! Well, I’m glad you asked! Maxine and I won at the Junior Regionals and—”

Maxine is Charlotte's Friesian horse that she rode in dressage competitions around the state. Dressage is what I call “horse dancing.” As opposed to show jumping, dressage is more elegant and refined. The rider and the horse perform a set of special movements and get judged on how well they perform together. It’s a little dull and I don’t understand all of it, but I’ve been to a few of her competitions and she’s really good. 

Anyway, Char talked animatedly the entire rest of the way home about Maxine and their exploits over the summer. I made appropriate noises and gestures, but the fact is I was having a hard time concentrating on her story because her tits kept bumping into my side and my dick was pressed against my jeans … if Dad had hit any more potholes I might’ve just blown a load right there.

We eventually got home after stopping at McDonalds for some Big Macs. I was hoping for some alone time so I could take care of some business (my aching dick!) but Charlotte insisted on dragging me over to our treehouse to see the improvements she had made over the summer. The giant oak tree that harbored our treehouse lay right on the boundaries of our two families’ plots of land. Her dad had started the treehouse, then when we moved in four years ago my dad helped build it out even further. 

“Hey, Charlotte?” my dad asked as we were just about to go. “Can you give Mike and me a minute or two before you guys go off?”

“Sure, Mr. Nelson.” She gave me a big smile as she skipped out the door.

Dad stood in front of me and placed both hands on my shoulders. “Son, as you know, my brother told me everything about  …”

“Yeah, I know, Dad. I'm fine—”

“Son, I'm, I'm not sure what to say. But if you need something, or you want to talk to somebody, your mother and I are here for you, okay?”

“Sure, I know. Um … I'm fine. Really.” 

Dad gave me a quick hug and I bounded outside to find Charlotte waiting. Fortunately, my dick had settled down during dinner and Dad’s talk, so when she called out “Race ya!” I was able to run without any trouble. It was about a quarter-mile from the house and we were side by side almost the whole way. She used to beat me easily when she was just a twig, but I think her growth spurt slowed her down while my growth spurt had made me bigger and stronger. But as we neared the finish line, the last post in the long fence, she blurted out, “My boobs are bouncing too much!”

That revelation broke my concentration and I tripped over a root. My resulting crash didn’t hurt anything except my pride and Char laughed as she won. “That's it!” I called out as I rose up. “Tickle Monster … engaged!”

“No!” she cried as she scrambled up the two-by-four ladder nailed into the trunk of the tree. I was right behind her, so when she got to the inside of the treehouse she had nowhere to go. 

“I'm gonna get you!” I teased as I moved towards her. 

“Mikey, no!” She cried in mock terror. “I'm too old for this!” But she was backed into the corner and laughing, so I charged her. She tried to get by me but I held her firmly against the wall with my chest pressed against hers. My hands went right to her sides and my fingers danced over her thin blouse. 

Char giggled hysterically, squirming as my fingers poked and tickled her. I notched up the excitement by slipping my hands under her untucked shirt so I was touching her bare skin. 

“Uncle?” I asked. That was the universal term for “surrender.”

She shook her head, so I kept going. I got more aggressive, which caused her to squirm around even harder. 

“Uncle?” I asked again. I had never tickled her this long before. I knew tickling could become almost torture and I didn’t want to do that to her. Between her squirming against me and my fingers in her skin, my dick was once again at full strength. I was trying not to press into her with it, but it couldn’t be helped and, in fact, she seemed to be rubbing her crotch against me on purpose.

Suddenly, her whole body jerked about three times and she bent over at the waist. Without thinking I tried to support her. Except … I was tickling her stomach … so when I tried to catch her … my hands became full of her … tits. Hooters. Gazongas. Yes, they were encased in a bra, but it still counted in my book.

Little Mikey Nelson has reached second base!

I wasn’t too concerned that I had skipped first base, either. However, I was concerned that Charlotte was having some kind of a seizure and I should be helping her, not enjoying her lovely tits in my hands. I reluctantly let them go one at a time so I could put a hand around her waist and one on her shoulder in an effort to steady her.

Charlotte gasped for air as if she had run a marathon. But she shook her head to me and pushed me back a little bit. “I’m … I’m alright … just lemme … siddown.” She slumped down to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest, as she continued to pant heavily. 

“Are you okay? Your face is so red, I’m so sorry, I should have stopped. I’m so sor—”

“No!” she practically roared. Then her face softened and she held up her hand. “Iss fine … juss need,” she wiped her red face a couple of times, “a moment.” She smiled at me. But it was kind of weird, she looked like a grown-up all of a sudden. She was giving me a look that I had really only seen in movies, like when the two characters really loved each other. Huh?

I saw a six-pack of Hires Root Beer over on a shelf so I picked one up and held it to her. She nodded, still breathing hard but doing better, it seemed. I popped the top on the bottle opener my dad had installed on the wall and handed it to her. “It’s warm,” I warned her, but she apparently didn’t care. I sat down on the floor next to her as she raised the bottle to her lips.

Charlotte took about six big gulps before she set the bottle down and let out a massive man-sized burp. You know, the kind your dad lets out when mom’s not around, the kind that goes on for about 8-10 seconds. She looked at me and we both burst into a laughing fit. After what had just happened, I was just relieved that she was okay and laughing. We kind of calmed down and I took a few swigs of the root beer, waited a moment, and let out a pathetic baby burp. This made us both laugh about as hard as her gigantic burp. 

After we finally settled down, she asked me, “Do you mind if I get comfortable? This thing is so tight on me.”

Without waiting for my reply she leaned forward and slipped her hands up her back underneath her blouse. I assumed she unhooked her bra, but then she went through some gyrations that I didn’t understand and the next thing I knew she had her bra dangling in her hand and she’d never once lifted her blouse.

“How did you … I mean  … you never … are you a magician?” I was completely astounded. I should have been more excited that she just took her bra off and that her tits were just hanging there underneath a few microns of fabric, but I was me, and I needed an explanation.

Charlotte flung her bra so it landed on a shelf. “Oh, that feels so much better. That’s a C-cup, and it’s getting too tight. My mom is about to give up on me; that’s about my third bra size change this summer.” She looked at me and my mouth was still open. “Stop worrying about how I got my bra off. I’ll show you the next time. Goddamn, my breasts are growing so fast that they itch.”

I didn’t quite know what to make of that information, but Charlotte grabbed a tit in each hand (over her shirt) and rubbed them vigorously for about thirty seconds. 

“That’s better. What?”

I just sat and stared. This was like a dream come true, but it was all happening so fast and in a way I never dreamed of. “I, umm …”

“Do you not want me to talk about my breasts?”

“No! I mean, wait. I mean, that’s not it. Yes, I like when you talk about your tits.”

She gave me a sideways glance. “Okay, so, calling them tits is kind of crass, a bit low-class, know what I mean?”

“Uh, I guess so?” I’m blowing it, I know I’m blowing it. How was I supposed to know that?

“Boobs is okay, maybe even ta-tas now and then. But something so beautiful should be called a nice name, don’t you think? I prefer breasts.”

“Sure,” I agreed, catching on quickly. “Breasts. Is there, are there any other words that are crass?”

“Well, yeah. I better not ever hear you refer to my pussy as a cunt or a twat.”

I didn’t know I would be referring to her pussy at all, but okay. “So, pussy is okay, though?”

She smirked. “Yes, you can say pussy all day long, if you like.”

“Okay, I will. But what about my, um, penis?” I’m pretty sure my face was bright red at this point.

She laughed at my discomfort. “You can call it anything you want to. Cock, dick, tallywhacker, it doesn’t matter since it’s so weird-looking.” 

My head was kind of spinning. The last time we talked was in June, and we talked about what birds we had seen that day and that we both hated school. Now we were talking about dicks but not twats and not tits either … 

“Okay, I think I’ve got it. I’m just not used to … talking about this kinda stuff with you, ya know? I mean, this summer was the first time I talked about this stuff at all and that was with guys, men. But I’m getting used to it, and I like it, okay?”

Charlotte smiled at me. She was always cute, but now that she got her braces off she was dazzling. It finally dawned on me; she likes me, that’s why she’s telling me all this stuff. I smiled my best smile back at her. I may have fallen off of the turnip truck, but I didn’t land on my head! 

“Okay, good, because there’s more. Do you know what happened to me a few minutes ago, when you were tickling me?”

This sounded like a trick question, but I had no idea what she was getting at. “You had some sort of little seizure. Are you gonna tell me you’re epileptic?”

“No, silly. I came.”

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for more. But there didn’t seem to be more. “Okay. You came … to … tell me something?”

“No, you goof! I came!” I guess my blank stare made it pretty obvious that I wasn’t getting it. “Ugh, Mike. I had an orgasm!”

“Orgasm. Like … umm …”

“Like when you jerk off, you know?”

“What makes you think I jerk off?” Again we were zooming into areas I was really not comfortable talking about. 

“Every guy jerks off. I have brothers, remember? They actually have competitions; I can hear them through the walls.”

“So … women do that, too?” I knew I sounded like an idiot, but I didn’t have any sisters and my buddies knew less about sex than I did.

“Yes, lots of women do. Every woman can, but some are too uptight. I learned about it from reading one of Mom’s trashy novels, Once Is Not Enough. It’s by Jaqueline Susann. She also wrote Valley of the Dolls.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “They probably don’t have those titles at the school library.”

She laughed. “No, I guess they don’t. So, how often do you jerk off?” 

“What?” Is she kidding me?

“Come on, Mike. It’s not a big deal. I just told you I do it, most people do. So tell me, at least once in the morning, right?”

Fuck! She really wants to know! This is just so personal.

“Mike, I would never tell anyone, swear to God.”

I sighed heavily. “Yeah, in the morning.”

She seemed to like that answer, but she wouldn’t let it go. “What about … before you go to bed?”

“Yeah, sure. It helps me fall asleep, I guess.”

“During the day?”

“Well, when I get home from school, sometimes.” Well, always, but she didn’t need to know that.

“You ever do it during school?”

Shit! “On occasion, yeah.”

“Thank you for telling me, Mike. So then, like, three or four times a day. Every day.”

“Yeah. I mean it depends, you know? Could be more, could be less. I had … I don’t know what to call it … a frenzy, maybe? Actually, a couple of those … at my uncle’s ranch.”

“Okay, Mike. Let’s get off this floor and sit on the sofa. You’re going to tell me all about this frenzy and what led up to it.”

As a reminder, we were sitting in a tree house, so it didn’t really have a sofa in it. But Dad had built this plywood seat that could just about sit three people on it. It had like some one-inch pads on top, so it wasn’t exactly a sofa, but it was better than sitting on a bare plywood floor like we were doing.

“Whole story?”

“Everything.”

“Okay. I will. But first, when did you … you know, become a woman? I mean, you like, changed overnight or something. Your, um, breasts got really big and stuff.”

Charlotte laughed a little. “This,” she motioned to her torso and lower body, “has been going on since last year.”

“Bullshit! I would have noticed!”

“Mike, I was, um … very self-conscious when I started developing. So I wore my brothers’ shirts most of the time, and even their pants, too. Didn’t you notice?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it. I remember you wearing baggy flannel shirts like, all the time.”

“Yeah, exactly. I had to hide the girls, you know? I was a b-cup when you left. Then they really started growing and I couldn’t hide them no matter how baggy the shirt was. My mom told me to accept my fate and be the woman I was meant to be. So, you like?”

“I like, I very much like! I can’t believe you've been hiding all this for so long!”

“Well, no more hiding, obviously. Now get talking, mister. You’ve got some big jerk-off story to tell me.”

“Oh yeah, that.” I was half-hoping she had forgotten about that.

“Yeah, that. Start talking.”

I took a deep breath and blew it out. “Here goes,” I said, and then I started telling her my story.

- - - - -

My cousin Billy Horrigan and his mom, Auntie Sue picked me up at the airport on the Monday after school ended. Billy and I hopped in the back of the pickup for the long ride to his place. We sat behind the cab to stay out of the wind as much as we could. 

“I’m really glad you came, Mikey. I wasn’t sure you would.”

“Why wouldn’t I come?”

“Your mom didn’t tell you?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess not. What’s going on?”

“Well … I kinda got in a fight at school.”

“Did you win?”

“Of course I won! But the kid was the principal’s son. So, even though it was all his fault, I got all the blame. So, ’cuz of that and my bad grades, my dad then decided I need to learn about taking responsibility for my own actions.”

“Wow. How are you supposed to do that? And doesn’t he know that you will never take responsibility for anything?”

“Right? So Dad said I will have to work the ranch this summer. All summer. Every day except Sunday. Sunup to sundown.” He looked at me.

“Shit.”

“Yeah. Sorry, man. It’s gonna be a long hot summer. But, hey! Dad said he would pay you 500 bucks if you worked with me. Otherwise, I guess you can hang out with Mom and bake some pies or some shit.”

“Tell your dad he can suck my dick for $500!” 

“Dude,” Billy said seriously. “I didn’t know you were gay.”

“Your mom’s gay!”

We stared each other down for a few moments and then locked arms in an epic wrestling match at 50 mph down the highway. Auntie Sue slid the little rear window open and called us assholes, so we stopped. 

“You were so gonna die,” I informed Billy after his mom shut the window.

“What? I was getting you in a headlock and I would have killed you twice!”

“Not even! I totally had you. Totally.”

“You’re a dick, cousin.”

A few moments passed. “It’s good to be here, Billy. We will still have some fun.”

“Yeah we will.” He kicked my leg, not all that hard but I felt it. “But I will have more fun!”

“Bullshit! I’ll get 500 bucks, that’s more fun!” I kicked his leg and we were even … for about three minutes. It was a long ride to the ranch, and we were tired, so we went to bed early. The next morning we woke up and I went with Billy down to the bunkhouse to meet the fellas and begin our day. And when I say ‘morning’ I mean 4:30 am.

- - - - -

At this point Charlotte interrupted me. “Did you jerk off?”

“What? No! It was way too fucking early.”

“Well, you said you were going to give me details.”

“Fine.”

- - - - -

I was still tired, too tired to even jerk off. But I met all the fellas: Big Chet, Warren, Calvin, Stevie, Randy, Fitz, and Speckles. Big Chet was the top hand, in charge of everybody. Fitz was cooking up biscuits and gravy along with bacon and eggs, and he set us up with plates as we sat down at the big table. 

“Coffee, boys?” he asked us. 

“Orange juice, please?” I requested. Everyone laughed.

“We got coffee black and we got coffee with sugar. What’ll it be?”

“Two coffees with lots of sugar,” Billy answered.

“Alright now,” boomed Big Chet. “So you boys is gonna be stable hands. All stables will be mucked in the mornin’, and ones that gots horses in ‘em will be mucked again in the evenin’. Lunch is when we say it is. There’s plenty of shit to do, so I better not ever see you lazin’ around. Any questions?”

A few seconds went by before I blurted out, “What does ‘mucked’ mean?”

The whole table went dead quiet for about five seconds before everyone erupted in laughter. Even Billy was laughing at me. 

Big Chet shook his head as he spoke. “Fuckin’ greenhorns is what we got here. Speckles, you show ‘em what to do.” 

Speckles nodded and winked at us. He seemed like he was maybe 20 or so. “Right, boss. I’ll get ‘em squared away.”

One of the guys, Calvin, a big black fellow, was reading a newspaper and commented on an article. “Would you fellas believe this? It says that if the sun blew up right now, we wouldn’t even know about it for eight minutes.”

Chet answered, “That’s some horseshit right there. The speed of light is instantaneous, everybody knows that.”

“Well, uh,” I piped up for some stupid reason. “Actually light travels about 186,000 miles per second, and the earth averages about 93,000,000 miles from the sun so …” I noticed everyone was staring at me but I felt I had to continue. “So … the math works out … to about eight minutes … and a few seconds …”

The table fell silent again, all eyes on me. I need to learn to shut the fuck up.

Chet didn’t seem very pleased. “Well, thank you, professor! You’re so very smart but you don’t know how to muck a fuckin’ stall. You got about eight seconds to get your smartass out the door and get to work!”

Billy and I looked at each other for a moment, then we both scrambled to get out the door as fast as we could. We could hear the whole group laughing their asses off at us as we left.

“You know,” Billy began as we headed toward the barn, “you don’t always have to try to be the smartest guy in the room.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” I had learned that astronomy shit back in fifth grade. Maybe these guys weren’t taught that in their fifth grade. Or maybe they didn’t even get to fifth grade! I chuckled pretty good at that thought.

Speckles came out to the barn and got us situated with rakes and shovels and wheelbarrows and other implements of destruction that we needed to properly muck a stall, which basically meant clean up the horseshit and piss and make the stable safe for the horse. If they are stepping in their own manure, they can develop hoof diseases, according to Speckles. We found out his real name was Tom but since he wore glasses, Chet decided to call him Speckles, an accidental mis-pronunciation of “spectacles” but nobody was going to correct him. I made it a point not to bring that up with Chet, either.

- - - - -

Charlotte interrupted me again. “I know all about mucking stalls. Get to the good part. We haven’t got all day, you know.”

The sun was getting low in the sky and we typically were at our own houses by sunset. 

“Yeah, okay. I’ll skip ahead.”

- - - - -

On Thursday we went for an overnighter to round up some cows from a distant field. I didn’t know roping at all, but I could ride pretty well. So after a full day’s riding and gathering up strays to form a small herd we settled in for the night. We were all sitting around the campfires on these folding wooden chairs; the men drank a few beers and then switched to whiskey. Billy and I had Cokes and listened to everyone tell their tales of female conquests. 

At one point, Chet decided we could each have a beer; Olympias, of course. It wasn’t my first taste of beer, but it was my first whole beer of my own. I managed to drink the whole thing in spite of the sour taste. We were feeling pretty good until Chet said we had to go to bed so the men could really talk.

“Lemme make sure your tent is set up right,” he offered. “Knowing you boys, it’s probably built upside down.”

Billy and I went to our tent and Chet showed up about a minute later. “You boys got flashlights?”

“Yes, boss,” I said. “Like you told us. Extra batteries, too.”

“Alright, professor, here’s something to read in your tent.” He handed us each a thick magazine. Mine was a Playboy and Billy got a Penthouse.

“Thanks, boss!” I said loudly as he walked away chuckling.

As we settled into our little tent, Billy tossed me the Penthouse. “I’ve already seen these, and I’m dead tired. Start with the Playboy. Enjoy yourself.”

We got down to our skivvies, as it was fairly warm, and got in our sleeping bags. My hands were literally shaking with excitement. I had never seen an entire Playboy before. 

I went right for the centerfold. There she was, the Playmate of the Month, naked! A naked woman! In my hands! Her breasts, her glorious breasts, just hung there for me. I wanted to squeeze them, suck them, kiss them. I also wanted to see her pussy, but she kept blocking it with her legs or something.

That whole week I had only jerked off once due to being so damn tired all the time. But I was wide awake now! I looked around the tent and found one of the socks I wore that day, and thanked God I had another pair to wear tomorrow. 

I heard Billy breathing heavily; he was asleep. I slipped down my boxers so I could hold my cock without anything in the way. Yes! I groaned slightly as I gripped it firmly just beneath the mushroom head. It was harder than it had ever been, I swear. I closed the centerfold and looked at a couple of other pictures of her and her large breasts … I was in ecstasy seeing my first naked woman. My heart throbbed and I could feel the blood pulsing in me. It only took a few strokes and I shot my first wad into my sock. Three days without whacking off made for a lot of jizz!

Normally, once I jizz, that’s it. I go to sleep or I get on with whatever else I was going to do. But there were a lot of naked women here just waiting to show me their stuff! My cock didn’t go soft as I found another featured nude girl. She was holding her own tits, cupping them from underneath, presenting them to the camera. Fuck, what must it be like to be the photographer? That thought sent me into a daze as I pictured myself working with this girl, telling her how to pose, telling her to touch herself, to hold her tits for me, to spread her legs for me so I could fuck her … and I shot another load into my sock.

Jesus! That’s twice in … three minutes? 

Okay my dick did go a little soft at that point. I flipped through the pages; there were a lot of articles! I was expecting each page to have a naked woman on it and I was a little disappointed. There was, like, over 200 pages in the whole magazine and maybe 20 of them had naked chicks. I opened the Penthouse and found it to be of a similar format, so many words and not enough pictures.

But.

While Playboy showed a hint bit of bush, Penthouse showed full bush. Penthouse showed pussy lips! Holy fuckkkk! A wave of lust came over me and I jizzed again, although very little juice came out. I turned another couple of pages and almost fainted. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I saw this: a woman with big boobs, looking into the camera, holding up one boob in both hands … and she was sucking her own tit! I just … didn’t know that was even possible! She had her own nipple in her mouth and she was sucking it like I wanted to. 

Good God!

The little semen from my last jerk provided some good lubrication for me and I stroked my cock relentlessly. Very quickly, I was rewarded with another wave of pleasure and jizz.

- - - - -

“Just say coming, you were coming. And you were making cum. Get it?” Charlotte was apparently concerned with my terminology.

- - - - -

I kept my hand right underneath my mushroom head, holding it firmly, but didn’t do anything for about thirty seconds. After the waves passed, I just jerked up and down an inch or so and I came again! 

For a few minutes at least, I repeated this and just kept coming and coming to my new love, the self-sucking woman. I didn’t want to stop, I just wanted to feel this way forever. 

Eventually, my lust subsided a bit and I began to notice my cock feeling rather sore both on the outside and the inside. Whatever those ejaculating muscles are, I wore the shit out of them. I mean, I must have come, like, fifteen or twenty times! Even though I eventually stopped producing any more cum, the tent smelled very strongly of semen. 

Exhausted, I wiped myself up with the nasty sock and got myself situated in my sleeping bag. I turned off the flashlight and lay there in the dark. However, my world had changed and I couldn’t fall asleep. My mind raced with erotic thoughts of just about everything. My mom has big breasts, does she suck her own? Does Dad like that? Do all women try to suck their breasts? And that girl in the magazine had her hand on her pussy, what was she doing with that hand? Are all women as horny as I am? When does it start for them? How come I’m just finding out about this now?

I slept horribly. My cock was sore and ranged from half-hard to fully hard most of the night. I jerked off again after a few hours and was kind of relieved that some semen came out; I was afraid I might have done it too much and, I don’t know, did something wrong. I had thoughts and dreams of every girl I knew as I tried to picture them naked, including my skinny little best friend, Charlotte. I wanted to shoot my cum all over each of them.

- - - - -

“Aww!” exclaimed Charlotte. “You were thinking of me like that back then?”

“Hey, if you’re gonna tease me—”

She grabbed my arm and looked into my eyes. “I’m not teasing you, Mike. I’m flattered. And … I know it took a lot for you to tell me all that.”

“Well, when I woke up this morning I sure never expected to reveal all this! Least of all to you!”

“Why least of all me?”

“Because! You’re a girl, and girls think this kind of stuff is gross. At least, that’s what I used to think.”

She smiled at me. “I don’t think it’s gross at all. You, sir, are not gross. In fact, your story really turned me on. And I mean a lot.”

“I’m pretty turned on from telling you, Char.” I reached down to adjust my dick on my pants. “There, better.”

She got up and stuck her head outside the window opening. “Sun’s almost down. If I’m not home in about fifteen minutes Mom is gonna send my brothers over here to find me.”

“Shit.” I had hoped that something might happen.

“Don’t worry, I have a plan. I know you’ve had a hard-on most of the day and you need to release.”

I looked her straight in the eye. “It’s been hard all day because of you, Charlotte.”

She smiled that beautiful wide smile of hers. “Thank you, Mike. I’m gonna show you something.”

And she lifted her blouse up and over her head, tossing it on the seat. I sat there, transfixed, as I stared at her wonderful, sexy, heaving breasts. Both of her hands surrounded one breast and she lifted it up towards her face. She looked down and opened her mouth slowly … her nipple got closer … and her lips encircled her stiff little bud and she drew it into her mouth.

Motherfucking holy shit!

She made a big sucking noise when she let go of it and quickly grabbed the other one to suck it, too. I found myself rising up and walking towards her.

“Stop,” she said. “We don’t have much time. Drop your pants.” 

I fumbled with my belt and then those fucking Levi’s buttons but I finally dropped trou; my raging dick pointed nearly straight up.

“Very impressive, Mike. I love it. Mmmm, grab your dick,” she ordered. She stepped forward when I did and put her left hand over my right hand that was gripping my hardness. I placed my left hand on her breast … oh my god! She closed the distance and put her right arm around me. She whispered in my ear as I felt her left hand pushing my cock-hand up and down. “Do you like how my body has changed, Mike?”

“Fuck, yes!” I croaked. I took control of my dick while her hand followed along. 

She continued whispering in my ear. “I sucked my nipples like your dream girl, did you like that?” Her whispering was as sexy as anything she was saying.

“Char, you are my dream girl.”

I stroked faster and she whispered again. “Make yourself come, Mike. I’m dying to see it.”

“I’m … almost … there!” 

“Come, Mike, as you squeeze my tit!”

I couldn’t believe she said the word tit, it must have been for my benefit, somehow, since I wasn’t supposed to say that word. Anyway, I turned my body sideways to her so I wouldn’t get anything on her, then I growled as I threw my head back and squirted. 

“Oh my God!” she cried as spurt after spurt arced into the air and fell to the plywood floor. “It’s going so high!”

I was impressed also. I had never free-styled before like this, I usually just shot it into a tissue or sock or something. Okay, one time it hit me in the face, but I didn’t know it would go this far. My cum almost hit the roof of the treehouse.

As the torrent subsided, a fair amount oozed out over our fingers. “Okay, I have to try this. Hold still.” Charlotte bent down and put her tongue right in my splooge! Her tongue touched the tip of my cock! She licked it up and swallowed it!

“Hmm! Not bad, salty, I like it.”

Charlotte leaned into me and kissed me softly on the lips. My head swam … I felt our souls connecting … I wrapped my arms around her and then realized my hand still had a bunch of cum on it.

“Sorry! Um … let me just … wipe this down.” I just smeared it around on her back and side in hopes that it would dry up. Then I realized where I was; my hands were on her bare skin and her breasts were right here, ripe for me to do what I wanted. Charlotte must’ve seen that look come over me because she backed away.

“We have a lot to talk about, Mike. But I have to go now. Oh, and I’ll be gone for the next three days, dressage tourney.” She found her bra and began putting it on. “Make yourself presentable, we both have to go.”

All of a sudden I felt like I was in Romeo and Juliet; the world was conspiring to keep us young lovers apart … and I fucking hated it! I got buttoned up and started smearing the cum on the floor with my tennis shoes. 

“Charlotte, I—”

“Shhh, Mike, I know. We’ll talk when I get back.” She started to go down the steps but I grabbed her arm.

“But Charlotte!”

“Hey, don’t go falling in love with any other girls before I get back, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

She blew me a kiss and scurried down to the ground and skipped towards her house. She turned to wave at me, her body silhouetted by the spectacular sunset. I waved back.

“Hurry back,” I said in a voice too low to be heard by her. “You are my first love, my only love, my true love. Don’t stay away from me for too long.”

To be continued …