She started to trail her hands lower and was swirling her fingers about three inches north of my cock when I finally asked: “You have seen a lot of me and I have never seen much of a naked girl in my life. Do you think I could see something?”

“Well...what are you thinking?”

“Well...what would you be willing to show me?”

“Well…..I think I could take my top off, but, hey, I'm leaving the bra on.”



CHAPTER TWO

I clouded my face momentarily. “That's not exactly fair, I am naked from the waist down. Is it not just to have a look?”

She said, “Ok ok, fine, bra off. Can I touch your….thing?”

I think my eyes must have gone wide because she started to back step her words but I stopped her. “Yeah…..if you want to.”

We both sat rock still. I could hear only the beating of my heartbeat in my ears and the throbbing of my cock which sounded like the tick tock of a grandfather clock in my head. She started to shift and lifted her shirt over her head. Her bra was plain black and had a front clip.

I watched her fingers work to undo the clip and my mind reeled. As it came undone and her bra fell away, my eyes took in the swell of her breast, capped by big sized nipples which were hard. I couldn't look away as she settled back down, watching them shift and jiggle. It was like a wonder of the world in my eyes, like the Christmas present you have always dreamt of having. It makes sense as through my life I found I am totally a boob guy.

Suddenly I felt her finger tips on my stomach again as they traced imaginary lines down. She kept looking between me and my cock and her finger tips continued. She traced a line starting at the base and started to trace up, feeling the veins, my body shook as her finger-tip grazed along the rim of the helmet around to the bottom, feeling like I might cum just at the slightest touch.

As her finger came down, she opened her hand more and wrapped her hand around the base, feeling her warm palm wrapped around me. I was struggling to stop the impending orgasm. Slowly she slid up my cock, and that was all it took. I groaned loudly with no chance to warn her. She later told me it was insane feeling my cock pulse as the threads of cum shot up, her hand was at the top so I watched as spurts pulsed over her palm and up onto my chest, most getting caught by her palm, feeling it slide back down across my cock as she worked her hand down. I struggled to breathe from what was the most intense orgasm of my life at that time.

She sat quietly, softly stroking my cock as it started to shrink in her hands, a few more droplets of cum working out into her hand. She again got up and got a wash cloth but this time she sat and started to clean me up herself. Her hands shifted my balls to wipe away all the cum that had slid down. It was with an unending fantasy as I watched her put her bra back on. I could only hope I would get a chance to see those tits (which I found out later were C cups which were big for her age) – those glorious mounds again.

Conversations for the rest of the afternoon focused mostly on our upcoming visit to our annoying cousins who lived in Ibadan and what we might get to do with Popsie in the coming days. We took a trip to the pool and enjoyed the warm sun. Dad came home and we all went out to dinner at a favorite local joint. The evening was spent watching movies until Popsie went to bed and we started to get the couch bed out for the night. I knew my hopes of a repeat of the afternoon were slight but I could still feel my hard on growing as we got ready. Elizabeth came out of the bathroom in a long t-shirt and I couldn't tell what else, until she jumped into bed and I saw a flash of black panties.



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“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”

“I am banging,” he said.

“Excellent. It always goes I, you, he, she or it, and we. So what would be next?”

“You are banging,” he said.

“Good, go on.”

“He, she or it is banging, and we are banging.”

“There you go. That’s how you conjugate in present progressive tense. Next time I tutor you, we’ll look at past tense.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually teach me,” he said. He reached for her breasts and slid his hands all over them.

“If I actually teach you something, then my remuneration doesn’t feel so ... slutty,” she said.

“Has anybody ever spanked you?” he asked. “I mean since you were eighteen?”

“No, of course not,” she said.








Bobby wasn’t doing much better than Princess, though his mental machinations weren’t as complicated as hers. He’d never had a serious girlfriend. He had no idea what love felt like. All he knew was that he wasn’t having any fun at all because he didn’t get to see Princess. He got to the point where he bargained with some anonymous power, saying they didn’t even have to have sex if he could just spend some time with her. He wanted to look at her, clothed or not. He wanted to talk to her, about important things or not. He just wanted to be near her and hear her voice.

That said, his mind kept replaying scenes from his memory where she was naked, and they were making love. The memories were vivid, at least the later ones. He still had difficulty remembering the first time in detail. That time was a big ball of bright light that felt warm and luscious, but that was all.

He wasn’t stupid. He thought about how cool it would be to live with Princess, to be able to sleep with her and wake up and have breakfast and all that. But he knew that would never happen. He recognized those thoughts as fantasies. It was enough that she was doing what she was doing.

He hoped she wasn’t pregnant. That would require her to spend more time with him, both in bed and not.

He was also distracted, but young men are often distracted by thoughts of women, so this wasn’t anything new.

He functioned pretty well, all things considered.

Bobby’s phone beeped and he pulled it from his pocket and looked at the screen. It said, “Lovelyn”.

“Hey!” he said, happily, after swiping the green button. “I thought you weren’t going to call me.”

“I wasn’t,” she said, her voice sounding tired. “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” he said. “You want me to come over? I’m about to go to my statistics class, but I could be there in an hour and a half.”

“No. Don’t come here,” she said. “Meet me in the parking lot of the big super mall close to the bus stop.”

“Okay,” he said. “Are you okay? You sound strange. Did something happen?” He was thinking of her husband finding out about them.





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“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”

“I am banging,” he said.

“Excellent. It always goes I, you, he, she or it, and we. So what would be next?”

“You are banging,” he said.

“Good, go on.”

“He, she or it is banging, and we are banging.”

“There you go. That’s how you conjugate in present progressive tense. Next time I tutor you, we’ll look at past tense.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually teach me,” he said. He reached for her breasts and slid his hands all over them.

“If I actually teach you something, then my remuneration doesn’t feel so ... slutty,” she said.

“Has anybody ever spanked you?” he asked. “I mean since you were eighteen?”

“No, of course not,” she said.








Bobby wasn’t doing much better than Princess, though his mental machinations weren’t as complicated as hers. He’d never had a serious girlfriend. He had no idea what love felt like. All he knew was that he wasn’t having any fun at all because he didn’t get to see Princess. He got to the point where he bargained with some anonymous power, saying they didn’t even have to have sex if he could just spend some time with her. He wanted to look at her, clothed or not. He wanted to talk to her, about important things or not. He just wanted to be near her and hear her voice.

That said, his mind kept replaying scenes from his memory where she was naked, and they were making love. The memories were vivid, at least the later ones. He still had difficulty remembering the first time in detail. That time was a big ball of bright light that felt warm and luscious, but that was all.

He wasn’t stupid. He thought about how cool it would be to live with Princess, to be able to sleep with her and wake up and have breakfast and all that. But he knew that would never happen. He recognized those thoughts as fantasies. It was enough that she was doing what she was doing.

He hoped she wasn’t pregnant. That would require her to spend more time with him, both in bed and not.

He was also distracted, but young men are often distracted by thoughts of women, so this wasn’t anything new.

He functioned pretty well, all things considered.

Bobby’s phone beeped and he pulled it from his pocket and looked at the screen. It said, “Lovelyn”.

“Hey!” he said, happily, after swiping the green button. “I thought you weren’t going to call me.”

“I wasn’t,” she said, her voice sounding tired. “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” he said. “You want me to come over? I’m about to go to my statistics class, but I could be there in an hour and a half.”

“No. Don’t come here,” she said. “Meet me in the parking lot of the big super mall close to the bus stop.”

“Okay,” he said. “Are you okay? You sound strange. Did something happen?” He was thinking of her husband finding out about them.





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Be progressive

‘Am I allowed to be romantic with you?’ he asked.

‘Romantic in what way?’

‘Romantic such as kissing you.’

She smiled and shrugged. ‘You’re free.’

He nodded. His used his left hand to wrap her shoulders. It was as if she was waiting for that. She snuggled up to him and put her right
hand on his lap.

‘You’re pretty,’ he commented.

She smiled again. ‘Thank you.’

He kissed her. It was a soft kiss, but it soon became deep. His right hand moved down from the shoulder to her chest. He placed it on her
left breast and squeezed it. He removed her top and red bra. Her breasts, just as he expected, looked fresh and firm. He caressed them
and used his to tongue to play with the nipples. The nipples were erect. She moaned to encourage him on.

‘Let’s go inside.’ He took her to the bedroom and switched off the light. His mouth went to her breasts again. She unzipped his trousers
and fondled his private organ. It was now solidly hard. Then he remembered that he had brought her for a purpose and must not allow
passion to carry him away.

‘What style d’you want?’ she asked.

‘Doggy,’ he answered.

‘Okay.’ She removed her mini skirt and pantie. Her pussy was completely wet as she was fully ready for him. She knelt on the bed on all
four while he stood and placed her bum close to his dick. He tried to enter her from behind and realized that her pussy was a little bit tight.

‘Wait, let me use lubricant.’ She brought the gel out and rubbed it on her vagina. The next attempt he made to enter her was easy and
smooth. He moved rhythmically while she wiggled and moaned. It must be part of the job. His hands reached for her boobs and he
alternated between handling them and holding her waist. He closed his eyes as he surfed Fantasy Island. He realized that of all the sex he
had been having in the last six days, this was the most enjoyable. He withdrew just before he released and spilled his semen on her bum.
He then picked his trousers and went to the bathroom/ toilet. From the back pocket, he removed a white handkerchief to complete his
unholy act.

Seconds later, she too went to the bathroom to freshen up. He was lying on the bed in his boxer shorts when she returned. She was still
naked and he could see that she had a great figure. She came to lie by his side. He suddenly remembered that he was asked to sleep only
once with each of the lady he had picked for the day.

Would doing it the second or more time not portend danger? He was not sure, but it was better he took precaution. He decided he would
not take on ‘Rita’ again. He would just caress and handle her.

‘Are you tired already?’ she asked.

He smiled. ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Alright. Let’s do it again, this time slowly.’

‘No. Let me not bother you.’

She seemed surprised. ‘Bother? I’m here so that you can bother me.’

‘No more sex,’ he said, ‘but I’ll play with you.’

She shrugged. ‘As you like it.’

Just as he said, he did not have further intercourse with her, despite her prodding. When she saw his erection, she smiled.

‘Perhaps you prefer a hand job or a Mouth Gig,’ she suggested.

‘Hand job,’ he muttered.

She removed the gel from her handbag and rubbed it on her palm. She then rubbed his dick the way she had learned to do it. He responded
with delightful moans. While she worked on his dick, his hands gleefully fondled her boobs. After some minutes, he came again.

Early the following morning, he paid her the full balance and even added transport fares. She was surprised at his generosity. Before she
finally left, she gave him her number in case he needed her service again.

After she had gone, Tope called the real Rita. ‘The second test is completed,’ he announced, almost proudly.




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This series of events continued very similar for the next two days and as each time would happen my courage started to grow. A ‘teaching moment’ for her finally brought me to asking mine. I had started to extend the sessions because I was loving the build-up and suddenly Elizabeth spoke out.

“What makes it jump so much? I watch it slightly bounce and time sometimes it jumps so much from your stomach and straight up.”

She didn't seem to know that I could control that with my muscles, and this seemed to be an opening. “Well….when something excites it, it jumps higher.”

This seemed to only bring a more confused look as she continued, “So….what excites it more than not?”

I answered: “I don't know, sometimes thoughts, sometimes sensations.” Well, I believed this was quite true.

“So...like if I ran my fingers across your stomach like this?”

I felt her finger tips graze across my stomach, just below my belly button. My cock jumped slightly and she smiled.

“Yeah...that is definitely a way.”

She started to trail her hands lower and was swirling her fingers about three inches north of my cock when I finally asked: “You have seen a lot of me and I have never seen much of a naked girl in my life. Do you think I could see something?”

“Well...what are you thinking?”

“Well...what would you be willing to show me?”

“Well…..I think I could take my top off, but, hey, I'm leaving the bra on.”






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She wrinkled her nose. “What was up with the lotion on the toilet this morning?” she asked.

“Oh…sometimes I need to take care of certain things in the morning.”

“Well...maybe you should wake me up next time. I want to learn some more.”

I felt the tingles instantly in my cock as it started to rise, but we continued our breakfast. The rest of the morning was spent cleaning up our mess and watching tv. Later, we bought ‘swallow’ food for lunch. As we were finishing up, Elizabeth shut off the tv.

“So…..how often do you play with yourself?” she asked.

I was not surprised by the question. “I don’t know. It depends on the day, I think a lot, sometimes three or four times a day”

“Well…..are you going to do it again before daddy comes home?”

“It depends, but for you, I think I can.”

“Are you going to use lotion this time?”

“I don’t know, I don’t usually use the lotion because it can be messy. However, it makes me feel better.”

“I think you should use lotion. It would be interesting to see.”

It felt so weird grabbing the lotion and getting ready. We laid on the bed and I pulled my trousers and boxers down. I was already hard and my cock sprung forth, my heart beat causing it to pulse. Elizabeth slid noticeably closer and down so she was more towards my throbbing cock. I spurted a few shots of lotion into my palm and started to rub it up and down, I found my eyes again glancing towards her. Her breathing was labored and I could tell she was feeling ‘somehow’ as her eyes focused on my cock and my hand.

Her hand was moving lower and suddenly she looked up and loudly said “Don’t look at me! Close your eyes and think of someone else.”

Not wanting this to stop I did that, but after a few minutes I opened my eyes slightly and saw that one of her hands was on her right breast, rubbing in circles softly and her breathing was heavier than before. I closed my eyes again and focused on cumming. My groans got louder and I felt the bed shift as my cum started to fly up across my chest again.

I heard Elizabeth gasp, assuming she was shocked again and felt the pleasure of release wash over me. My eyes opened and again Elizabeth was flushed and breathing hard. She jumped up and ran into the bathroom. She reappeared a minute later with a wet washcloth and offered it to me to clean myself up. As I did, she watched. I could tell something was on her mind but she didn't say it.

This series of events continued very similar for the next two days and as each time would happen my courage started to grow. A ‘teaching moment’ for her finally brought me to asking mine. I had started to extend the sessions because I was loving the build-up and suddenly Elizabeth spoke out.




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“You listen to me,” she said. “You care about me. Did you think I haven’t noticed how you wait to have your orgasm until I’ve had mine? I haven’t missed that at all, Bobby. Most men would just climb on, do their stud service, and then wander away like a disinterested bull. You are my lover, Bobby. I wasn’t looking for a lover, but now that I have one, I can’t imagine being without him, not to mention I’m trying to have his child! You want to be with me and that’s romantic. If that’s not complicated, I don’t know what is!”

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked.

“See?” She tensed up. “You’re not telling me what to do, like most men would. You’re asking me what I want. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s romantic!”

“The question still has to be answered,” he said. “I love lying here on you naked, but we have to get up at some point. I need to know what to do in the future.”

“I’m going to try to be logical about this,” she said. “I’m as regular as clockwork. Ten days from now I should start my period. The fact that you have inseminated me numerous times while I was ovulating will, hopefully, change that pattern and I won’t have a period. If I do have a period, then roughly sixteen days after I start it, I should be ovulating again, and I’ll have another chance to become pregnant.”

“So, twenty-six days from now is when my ... um ... services might be needed again?”

“Logically, yes,” she said. “The problem is, I don’t think I can be logical about this for twenty-six days.”

“I have to admit I’m kind of glad you feel that way,” he said.

She pushed him off of her.

“You just want to get your rocks off,” she accused.

“And you just want to get laid,” he said.

She rolled to drape one arm over him.

“Nice try, Buster, but you don’t just lay me. You make love to me.”

“And I don’t get my rocks off. I donate them to a worthy cause,” he said.

She laughed and said he was full of shit.

So he started kissing her and they engaged in an hour of pre-intimacy.

When he got stiff again, she got on top of him and sat upright as she moved, slowly. They were, technically, having sexual intercourse, but it wasn’t conventional in the sense that either of them were trying to have an orgasm. This came about, in part, because once she was impaled, she said, “We’re going to have another English lesson.”

“I’m all about that,” he said.

“I want you to conjugate the verb Bleep,” she said.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Begin with present tense.”

“We’re banging,” he said.

“Wrong,” she said, firmly. “Begin with present simple tense.”

He had to admit he didn’t know the answer. She recited it for him.

“Present simple would be: I Bleep, you Bleep, he, she or it bleeps, and we Bleep.”

“I said we were banging,” he said.

“No, you said, ‘We are banging’. That would be present progressive tense. I asked for present simple. You should have learned this in middle school.”

“I’m not sure I remember anything from middle school,” he admitted.

“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”



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“You listen to me,” she said. “You care about me. Did you think I haven’t noticed how you wait to have your orgasm until I’ve had mine? I haven’t missed that at all, Bobby. Most men would just climb on, do their stud service, and then wander away like a disinterested bull. You are my lover, Bobby. I wasn’t looking for a lover, but now that I have one, I can’t imagine being without him, not to mention I’m trying to have his child! You want to be with me and that’s romantic. If that’s not complicated, I don’t know what is!”

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked.

“See?” She tensed up. “You’re not telling me what to do, like most men would. You’re asking me what I want. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s romantic!”

“The question still has to be answered,” he said. “I love lying here on you naked, but we have to get up at some point. I need to know what to do in the future.”

“I’m going to try to be logical about this,” she said. “I’m as regular as clockwork. Ten days from now I should start my period. The fact that you have inseminated me numerous times while I was ovulating will, hopefully, change that pattern and I won’t have a period. If I do have a period, then roughly sixteen days after I start it, I should be ovulating again, and I’ll have another chance to become pregnant.”

“So, twenty-six days from now is when my ... um ... services might be needed again?”

“Logically, yes,” she said. “The problem is, I don’t think I can be logical about this for twenty-six days.”

“I have to admit I’m kind of glad you feel that way,” he said.

She pushed him off of her.

“You just want to get your rocks off,” she accused.

“And you just want to get laid,” he said.

She rolled to drape one arm over him.

“Nice try, Buster, but you don’t just lay me. You make love to me.”

“And I don’t get my rocks off. I donate them to a worthy cause,” he said.

She laughed and said he was full of shit.

So he started kissing her and they engaged in an hour of pre-intimacy.

When he got stiff again, she got on top of him and sat upright as she moved, slowly. They were, technically, having sexual intercourse, but it wasn’t conventional in the sense that either of them were trying to have an orgasm. This came about, in part, because once she was impaled, she said, “We’re going to have another English lesson.”

“I’m all about that,” he said.

“I want you to conjugate the verb Bleep,” she said.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Begin with present tense.”

“We’re banging,” he said.

“Wrong,” she said, firmly. “Begin with present simple tense.”

He had to admit he didn’t know the answer. She recited it for him.

“Present simple would be: I Bleep, you Bleep, he, she or it bleeps, and we Bleep.”

“I said we were banging,” he said.

“No, you said, ‘We are banging’. That would be present progressive tense. I asked for present simple. You should have learned this in middle school.”

“I’m not sure I remember anything from middle school,” he admitted.

“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”



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“You listen to me,” she said. “You care about me. Did you think I haven’t noticed how you wait to have your orgasm until I’ve had mine? I haven’t missed that at all, Bobby. Most men would just climb on, do their stud service, and then wander away like a disinterested bull. You are my lover, Bobby. I wasn’t looking for a lover, but now that I have one, I can’t imagine being without him, not to mention I’m trying to have his child! You want to be with me and that’s romantic. If that’s not complicated, I don’t know what is!”

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked.

“See?” She tensed up. “You’re not telling me what to do, like most men would. You’re asking me what I want. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s romantic!”

“The question still has to be answered,” he said. “I love lying here on you naked, but we have to get up at some point. I need to know what to do in the future.”

“I’m going to try to be logical about this,” she said. “I’m as regular as clockwork. Ten days from now I should start my period. The fact that you have inseminated me numerous times while I was ovulating will, hopefully, change that pattern and I won’t have a period. If I do have a period, then roughly sixteen days after I start it, I should be ovulating again, and I’ll have another chance to become pregnant.”

“So, twenty-six days from now is when my ... um ... services might be needed again?”

“Logically, yes,” she said. “The problem is, I don’t think I can be logical about this for twenty-six days.”

“I have to admit I’m kind of glad you feel that way,” he said.

She pushed him off of her.

“You just want to get your rocks off,” she accused.

“And you just want to get laid,” he said.

She rolled to drape one arm over him.

“Nice try, Buster, but you don’t just lay me. You make love to me.”

“And I don’t get my rocks off. I donate them to a worthy cause,” he said.

She laughed and said he was full of shit.

So he started kissing her and they engaged in an hour of pre-intimacy.

When he got stiff again, she got on top of him and sat upright as she moved, slowly. They were, technically, having sexual intercourse, but it wasn’t conventional in the sense that either of them were trying to have an orgasm. This came about, in part, because once she was impaled, she said, “We’re going to have another English lesson.”

“I’m all about that,” he said.

“I want you to conjugate the verb Bleep,” she said.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Begin with present tense.”

“We’re banging,” he said.

“Wrong,” she said, firmly. “Begin with present simple tense.”

He had to admit he didn’t know the answer. She recited it for him.

“Present simple would be: I Bleep, you Bleep, he, she or it bleeps, and we Bleep.”

“I said we were banging,” he said.

“No, you said, ‘We are banging’. That would be present progressive tense. I asked for present simple. You should have learned this in middle school.”

“I’m not sure I remember anything from middle school,” he admitted.

“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”



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I started to slowly run my hand up over the tip and softly grasp myself rubbing up and down, feeling the tingles. However, this was stronger than I had ever felt before. I turned my head and was looking at Elizabeth again and suddenly she said “Don’t look at me. Just close your eyes and think of that girl you said you saw in mini skirt.”

I closed my eyes and thought of the girls' boobs in the mini skirt and spaghetti top, feeling the tingles. I knew I wasn't far from finishing and didn't think to warn Elizabeth. I felt the cum start to rise and arched my back while groaning, I felt the warmth spurt out and start to coat my shirt, ejaculating more than I ever had in my life up to that time.

I opened my eyes as I finished and noticed that Elizabeth was breathing heavily and her eyes were glued to me, her face was flushed and when she noticed my eyes were open she rolled over, that was it for the night, no more questions. I figured maybe that would be the end of it and I had gone too far.

The next morning, I woke up still in disbelief that I had masturbated in front of my cousin. She was still asleep and I lay there watching her as I replayed the events in my mind. This caused my morning mood to go full on hard on so I snuck away into the bathroom to rub one off. I decided to treat myself with some lotion to make it feel even better. Standing above the toilet I let thoughts drift to Lizzy, her breasts pushing against her shirt, the way she looked in her sexy looks. I felt the cum rising and shot my morning load into the toilet, finished up and left. What I didn't notice is that some of the lotion had dropped onto the toilet seat. This would be the next step to push things further.

I was eating my breakfast when Elizabeth got up and went to the bathroom. She came out as popsie was leaving for work. He dropped some money on the table and said we should buy lunch with it, and he would be back in the evening. Elizabeth came over and ate some breakfast too. I sat there wondering what she would say, maybe it would go back to normal, but I was hoping she might bring up last night.

She wrinkled her nose. “What was up with the lotion on the toilet this morning?” she asked.

“Oh…sometimes I need to take care of certain things in the morning.”

“Well...maybe you should wake me up next time. I want to learn some more.”




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But there was much more going on than I realized. I was attracted to you. I’d always been faithful to my husband. Sure, I met interesting men, but I was never tempted to break my vows.

And sure, Bayo wasn’t my dream husband, but we made a deal and I kept my side of it. When he didn’t, it changed the way I thought about things. And that changed the way I thought about you. I suppose I could have found another man to serve my needs, but that would have been complicated.

"Most of the good ones are married, and the destruction of my marriage doesn’t need to be compounded by destroying another. You, on the other hand, present an opportunity that is less complicated. You don’t have a girlfriend. You’re not cheating on anybody. You’re young, virile, and have good genes.”

He took a breath to speak but she leaned up and kissed him again.

“I know that sounded dry and unromantic,” she said. “That’s the problem. I intended it to be a dry and unromantic thing. I would get pregnant and that would be it. Wham, bam, thank you Sir. But that’s not what happened, Bobby. It is anything but dry and it’s incredibly romantic. It’s getting complicated.”

“How have I been romantic?” he asked, finally getting a word in. “I haven’t brought you flowers, or taken you on a date, or anything like that. It’s been pretty simple, really. You asked me to come help you, and I have tried to do that.”

“You listen to me,” she said. “You care about me. Did you think I haven’t noticed how you wait to have your orgasm until I’ve had mine? I haven’t missed that at all, Bobby. Most men would just climb on, do their stud service, and then wander away like a disinterested bull.

"You are my lover, Bobby. I wasn’t looking for a lover, but now that I have one, I can’t imagine being without him, not to mention I’m trying to have his child! You want to be with me and that’s romantic. If that’s not complicated, I don’t know what is!”

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked.




Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

But there was much more going on than I realized. I was attracted to you. I’d always been faithful to my husband. Sure, I met interesting men, but I was never tempted to break my vows.

And sure, Bayo wasn’t my dream husband, but we made a deal and I kept my side of it. When he didn’t, it changed the way I thought about things. And that changed the way I thought about you. I suppose I could have found another man to serve my needs, but that would have been complicated.

"Most of the good ones are married, and the destruction of my marriage doesn’t need to be compounded by destroying another. You, on the other hand, present an opportunity that is less complicated. You don’t have a girlfriend. You’re not cheating on anybody. You’re young, virile, and have good genes.”

He took a breath to speak but she leaned up and kissed him again.

“I know that sounded dry and unromantic,” she said. “That’s the problem. I intended it to be a dry and unromantic thing. I would get pregnant and that would be it. Wham, bam, thank you Sir. But that’s not what happened, Bobby. It is anything but dry and it’s incredibly romantic. It’s getting complicated.”

“How have I been romantic?” he asked, finally getting a word in. “I haven’t brought you flowers, or taken you on a date, or anything like that. It’s been pretty simple, really. You asked me to come help you, and I have tried to do that.”

“You listen to me,” she said. “You care about me. Did you think I haven’t noticed how you wait to have your orgasm until I’ve had mine? I haven’t missed that at all, Bobby. Most men would just climb on, do their stud service, and then wander away like a disinterested bull.

"You are my lover, Bobby. I wasn’t looking for a lover, but now that I have one, I can’t imagine being without him, not to mention I’m trying to have his child! You want to be with me and that’s romantic. If that’s not complicated, I don’t know what is!”

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked.




Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

A look at my private organ? “How is that going to do to help you?” I asked.

“I don't know. But I'm curious. Surely, there’s no harm in having a look.”

I wasn’t sure how to say what was on my mind. I was scared she would laugh at me...but I could feel the tingle between my legs and I knew I was getting hard just thinking about showing myself to her.

I decided to be a man. “I think if it would help….if you wanted….I could show you mine.”

The look on her face was excitement and nervousness. There was a silence as thick as thick as a pillar.

“Would you?” she countered.

I waited a few seconds before turning onto my back. Would Ii? Sure, I would. I looked at her as I grabbed the fly to my boxers, kind of waiting for her to give me a sign she was sure. She nodded. I undid the fly and pulled out my hardening cock.

I was thankfully blessed with high puberty and the one gift my popsie did give me was the natural gift of having a big cock. It was long and thick and I was sure proud of it. The look on Elizabeth’s face showed how surprised she was to see it. Her mouth fell open and she just kept staring at it.

I could feel my pulse in my ears and in my cock. From every beat of my heart, I felt it growing thicker and longer and stronger than I had ever felt before. Watching her eyes staring at me was more exciting than I had ever felt.

I saw there holding my cock as it came to full attention, letting her stare, and after a couple minutes she looked up and said in a girlish voice: “Now what?”

“I have no idea. You wanted to see it, now you have.”

Elizabeth grinned. “I don’t know what else. Does it hurt? What do you normally do when it gets hard like this?”

I chuckled and put on the air of someone who knew so much about sexuality. “No, it doesn't hurt. It actually feels very good, and normally I rub one off.”

“Do you want to do that right now?”

There was a slight hesitation. “Sure…”

We were like blundering teenagers.

I started to slowly run my hand up over the tip and softly grasp myself rubbing up and down, feeling the tingles. However, this was stronger than I had ever felt before.

I turned my head and was looking at Elizabeth again and suddenly she said “Don’t look at me. Just close your eyes and think of that girl you said you saw in mini skirt.”




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"Yeah....I just try and hide it, simple. Sometimes, I run to the bathroom or go to the backyard garden. There was a girl I saw on the street the other day the other day who was in mini skirt. I had to try hard not to show the bulge in my trousers.

Elizabeth seemed thoughtful. "Hmn...I see. So, guys were getting all hard for girls. what's it like?"

I grinned. "I don’t know....it just gets hard and feels kind of good. Then, it goes away if left alone"

She sighed. "That’s crazy....It must be something having to hide it..."

There was silence. The silence grew and I couldn't handle it any more so I turned on the tv and we fell asleep watching an old Jackie Chan movie.

The next day I felt like I kept seeing Elizabeth’s eyes glancing down at my crotch, but I was sure that I was just probably seeing things.

Popsie lived in a bungalow complex with a nice small swimming-pool. That morning while at the pool, I found myself diving under and instantly finding my eyes drawn to Elizabeth’s bikini and her body, the v formed by her legs and wondering what it looked like.

Prior to now, I had only glanced at some of the editions of Playboy magazine which dad bought. I had got caught very fast by my dad so my knowledge of the female form was mainly formed by what I saw in Playboy magazines, and some other erotic magazines from my friends. Largely, I had remained practically inexperienced.

My dad came home from work that afternoon and we all went out. It was a great evening of fun. This led to him going to bed early and Elizabeth and I were back watching TV on the couch bed.

Elizabeth started the conversation. “So…...did you get hard today Mr. young man?” she said laughing and pushing me.

“Why would you like to know, Miss Curiosity?”

She had a fiendish smile on her face and I know for sure I saw her eyes flick down right then. I wished I was wearing more than my boxers and a t-shirt right then.

“So…..how can I fix this boy problem of mine?” she asked naively.

“I don’t know….like I said it’s not really controllable at all times…”

She became naughty. “I wish I could have seen it, I mean yours. I have only seen a dog on the street get hard. Is it the same with a guy?”

The look on her face was waiting for my next move.

A look at my private organ? “How is that going to do to help you?” I asked.

“I don't know. But I'm curious. Surely, there’s no harm in having a look.”




It Started With a Look: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103