Curt Aldrich
Little Beths Boyfriends

WLP-147
Chapter 1

"Spread your Barbie dolls out on the sand and play with them," Cathy told her baby sister as the 16-year-old blonde took off on a lope across the beach. "I'll be back later!"

Cathy's plump buttocks twisted provocatively in orange bikini pants which failed to conceal them. Much of the fabric was caught in the crack between her ass cheeks. The satiny swells quivered as she ran.

A white-haired man who sat on a blanket, next to his dozing wife, felt an uncommon stirring in trunks as Cathy's tantalizing bottom wiggled past, nearly close enough for him to take a bite of it.

The eyes of a young passerby were brightened by the bouncy quiver of her tits. Cathy was the proud possessor of a pair which resembled sponge-rubber balls, except for the rigid tips which projected from their crests. Her bikini top came high enough only to conceal the thrusting stems, while revealing the rims of her pink aureoles. The swelling orbs on which her nipples sat were alive with vibrating motion.

Cathy's baby sister, Beth, had just begun to sprout nubbins at the age of twelve. Cathy's opulent breasts and curvy bottom frightened Beth, when she thought that she herself might possess such bulges some day.

The hair on her sister's body was even more frightening. Beth had no hair between her legs at all.

She differed from her sister Cathy in another way as well: Beth had no interest in boys. She was happy to play with her dolls and to fantasize about a glamorous life without boys. A girl's body was just something to put pretty clothes on, as far as Beth was concerned.

"Hi! See anything interesting!"

The blond, muscular lifeguard to whom Cathy had called turned from scanning the water and looked down at her, standing at the foot of his tower. He grinned behind dark glasses.

"Now I do!" he said, ogling Cathy's breasts.

"Well, just what do you see?" she teased, twisting languidly so that her breasts wobbled to and fro in their flimsy wrap-around.

The lifeguard scurried down his ladder, bounding onto the sand in front of her. He wrapped strong hands around her upper arms and gazed down at the creamy globes that rose insolently from her bikini top.

"I see the juiciest set of tits on the beach," he said.

"Boyd, you dirty guy!" Cathy scolded, laughing.

The lifeguard glanced quickly around him. The beach was lightly populated on that early summer's weekday. Deciding that there was no one close enough to be shocked, Boyd hooked two fingers around the center of Cathy's bra and yanked it down. Her tits leaped out to stand quivering in pink-nippled perfection.

She gasped, and a blush came to her cheeks. "Are you crazy? Not out in the open!"

"Then let's get into my tent," Boyd said. "I've got a hard-on already."

A downward sweep of Cathy's blue eyes told her that it was true. The young man's swim-trunks were bulging before the urgent thrust of his prick.

Cathy turned and, holding an arm across jiggly breasts, dodged under the three-sided canvas shelter that faced the sea at the base of the life-guard's tower. She tumbled onto Boyd's blanket.

He was right after her, tumbling onto the blanket also. He clutched Cathy. They rolled and giggled. His mouth was hot on hers, his tongue spearing. Cathy felt his dick pressing her thigh, then the grasp of his hand around a bulging breast.

Boyd squeezed her firm titty and plucked at the nipple while they kissed. Thrills radiated through the responsive girl.

Her mother would have been shocked if she had known Cathy was letting a young man get to her that way, but Cathy couldn't have cared less. She was at the rebellious age. Before she'd given Boyd her virginity, life had been a drag. Since then it was one luscious thrill after another.

Cathy's hand stroked the lifeguard's big, hairy chest. She plucked at the wiry ringlets. All the while his demanding tongue was thrashing in her mouth, making her think of how his cock felt when it probed somewhere else.

Her hand skidded down to his trunks, and she grasped at the hardness which was stretching them out of shape.

Boyd pulled his mouth from hers with a gasp. "When you grab me there, I go crazy!" he said.

"I want you to go crazy with me!" Cathy exclaimed, and kept massaging his constricted hard-on through the single garment.

The youth drove his face to her breasts and sucked up a thrusting, hard nipple. He bathed the tingling titty-tip in his warm mouth, thrilling Cathy. She struggled blindly with the young man's trunks, pulling them partway down. But his big prick was so stiff that it kept them from gliding off.

Boyd raised his mouth from her gleaming, wet nipple and looked at what she was doing. Cathy looked, too.

Boyd's trunks had skidded low enough to expose the top of his pubic patch, but they clung to the towering projection of his penis. Only the base of the pole was revealed, where it soared up from his golden thicket.

He took hold of the top of his trunks and stretched them as he squirmed. The garment pulled his prick down, then relinquished it with a snap. The bulb-ended shaft bobbed up and down springily before locking into a high-aiming thrust. The head swelled, rosy and plump.

The stalk was super-stiff.

Cathy gazed at it as if hypnotized. She hadn't gotten sufficiently used to Boyd's prick yet to take it for granted, if she ever could.

Her slender, delicate fingers crept around it. Boyd watched, and thrilled, as her hand took hold. Squeezing his cock, she watched its head bulge even larger than before.

"What a thing!" she said excitedly.

"Call it by its right name, why don't you?" Boyd suggested.

"It has different names, doesn't it?" Cathy asked sexily as she stroked it.

"Yeah. Use 'em all."

"But they're dirty!"

"So what?"

So what, indeed! Cathy thought. Even if sex was dirty, it was fun!

"Cock!" Cathy said, as if she had uttered a major pronouncement. She looked at Boyd shyly and blushed.

"What other names for it do you know?" Boyd asked, writhing voluptuously under her caress.

"Prick!" Cathy said, blushing more. It stimulated her to use forbidden words.

"How about another one?"

"Rod?" Cathy said, intoning it as a question.

"Okay. More."

"Well…dick?"

"More yet," Boyd urged, squirming in the delightful clasp of her hand.

"I don't know any more," Cathy said, gazing at the beautiful long rod she was holding.

"How about pecker?"

Cathy giggled. "That sounds so cute!" She tried it out: "I dig your pecker!" She laughed and blushed some more.

Boyd had taken just about all of her verbal and stroking stimulation that he could stand. He was anxious to take off her bikini pants and get into action.

His hand slid down her dimpled belly and stroked the triangular front of her lower garment. He felt Cathy's fur through the thin cloth. Her pubic delta was plump and inviting. His caress warmed her tremendously.

She wanted him to take her bikini off.

Her hips lifted from the blanket in mute invitation, and Boyd grasped her frail briefs. Down they came in one yank, revealing her lovely blonde bush. She raised her legs as Boyd pulled her bikini away.

He moved her tanned legs apart and looked between them.

Cathy felt embarrassed-but excited, also-to have him staring between her legs. The youth's cock quivered as he gazed at her pink slit which bisected the curly forest between her thighs. Her stroking of him, and the dirty words he had coaxed her to use had moistened her pussy until it gleamed.

The trouble was, Boyd couldn't see enough of it, even though he spread her legs wide apart. Her pussy was tight, and the outer labia didn't separate very far. Boyd slid his hands up her satiny thighs, giving Cathy a new sweet thrill, and touched her soft, moist center with his thumbs.

Oh, no! she thought. He isn't really going to…

But he did. His thumbs impudently stretched her little cunt wide open, and he gazed at the most luscious display of pink, gleaming girl-flesh he had ever seen. The head of Cathy's clit firmly thrust from its hooded cover. Beneath that was the little dot of her pisser. Then there was the oval of her cunt-mouth which looked scarcely large enough to accommodate a man's finger, let alone his big, thick cock.

But Boyd knew she could take him, since she had done so several times.

He also knew he was the first to fuck her. He hoped, and believed, he was the only one.

He directed a finger to her tight cuntal hole and slipped the digit in.

"Oooooo!" Cathy said.

"Like it?" Boyd asked as he deepened the digital thrust.

"Yessssss!" she hissed, and shut her eyes. Her blonde hair streamed as she tossed her head back.

Boyd stroked his finger up and down in her grabby, slippery cunt. She was heating fast, her hips jerking. Her titties lurched.

"I want your cock!" she begged. "Please stick it in me!"

"Use the real words," Boyd said, "and tell me what you want me to do."

"Fuck me!" Cathy cried. "Oooh, shit! Fuck me with your big, fat prick!"

Boyd swung atop her. His cantilevered cock bumped Cathy's thighs as he settled himself. The knob rubbed across her yearning pussy. Leaning on one arm, the youth reached between their bodies and grasped his projecting shaft. He swabbed its head up and down the girl's oozing slit.

Cathy was squirming, trying to catch his cock in her cleft. Boyd seemed willing to take his time, however. The more he teased her, the hotter she would get, he had learned. He kept rubbing his cock up and down her pussy, stroking shallowly between the velvet folds. Each stroke titillated the girl's tingly clit-head, driving her wild with desire.

"Doooooo it!" she cried, bumping at him. "Oh, you mean guy!"

"Say pretty please." Boyd laughed.

"Pretty please!" Cathy begged.

Boyd let his cockhead sink into the soft center of her vulva. Its tip forced her vaginal mouth open. Boyd kept pushing. Cathy gasped with delight as her cunt-mouth stretched more, clasping the fattest part of his prick. Then, with a driving thrust of his hips, he sank his shaft deeply into her.

"OOOOOOOOOOH!" Cathy moaned.

"Feel good?" Boyd asked, smiling down as he braced himself on his arms.

"It's heaven!" Cathy panted. She writhed, feeling stuffed by his hot, throbbing dick.

It felt heavenly to Boyd, also, to have her warmth squirming about him, clutching him as if with a velvet hand coated by melting butter. He ground his cock deeper into her tight, heated hole.

Cathy felt as if she had almost more than she could take. But she wasn't about to complain. Nothing in creation had ever made her feel so good as Boyd's cock projecting deep into her belly.

He withdrew his prick from her until she clasped only its head. He thrust deeply into her again. Cathy moaned. She tossed her head on the blanket, her golden hair streaming.

The young lifeguard fucked voluptuously in and out of her narrow lovecove. She moistened more, providing a very slick film for him to glide on. Each time he drove his cock into her with a snap, her titties jumped. Her nipples stuck up so hard that they looked as if they might explode.

"Oooh, yesss…dooooo it…ooh, DO it!" she panted.

Boyd rotated his hips when he had his cock deep inside her, grinding her plump ass against the blanket. His wiry pubes scratched through her fluff. His flanks stroked the sensitive inner slopes of her thighs.

He freed one hand, leaning on the other arm, and brushed the tips of her titties, wobbling the full, springy globes. He twisted his head and brought it down to suck and tug at a nipple.

Cathy was wild with passion. She wanted to be jabbed hard. But Boyd was dilly-dallying. She writhed, whimpering.

"Fuck me…FUCK MEEEEE!" she begged.

Boyd began moving rhythmically, steadily. The fist-like knob of his pecker rippled the clinging, slick flesh of Cathy's cunt. The end of his long cock battered the bottom of her well. His thick shaft stroked the nerve-ends which encircled the mouth of her pussy and his hardness stropped the tingling tip of her clit.

All this produced a throng of wondrous sensations which overwhelmed Cathy, causing her to toss and mewl and clutch at the sun-bronzed, husky chap who was pumping between her raised thighs. Her bottom bounded up and down on the blanket, her buttocks shaking. Her titties jiggled like Jell-o in an earthquake.

Boyd lowered his muscular torso against her, wrapping her in his strong arms. Staying very close and stroking down more, he rubbed her clit even harder.

Cathy squealed with delight. She clawed Boyd's back, making marks that would be visible when he climbed back onto his tower. But he didn't care. He was riding a young, frisky wildcat and, to a virile male, nothing could have been better.

Boyd's cock moved faster in Cathy's slippery, snug hole. He was approaching the payoff, and he wanted her to be with him. He needn't have worried. Cathy was within a few strokes of the glorious moment herself. She could see the prize glittering as it dangled just inches from her reach.

A little closer! she thought. A little harder!

She bobbed her hips eagerly against Boyd's lusty cock-thrusts. She clutched at his back, pulling. She panted. She cried out.

Suddenly she had the precious prize within her grasp and she was clutching it as she shook and screamed. Her cries were drowned in the pounding of the ocean's waves which seemed to wash all over and into her. But the spurts in the pit of her quaking pussy were Boyd's ejaculations, filling her with warm cream.

She lapsed slowly, her hands falling away from Boyd's back, her legs relaxing. She sighed from the depths of her being.

Boyd lay still atop her, breathing heavily. He licked at her earlobe, then ran his tongue to her mouth and dipped between her lips. She sucked on his tongue and this pleased him.

He pushed up onto his arms and grinned down at her.

"Glad you came to the beach today?" he asked cockily.

"What do you think?"

Cathy wrapped her arms tightly around Boyd's neck and pulled him down for another wet, heated kiss on the mouth. She felt his cock softening within her, and she was sorry.

But there would be another time.

There were many times to look forward to, when a girl was sixteen.