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CHAPTER TWO

When Tadd, Jeff, and Paul returned from golfing, Babs and Sue were stretched out on lounges sunning themselves on the deck overt looking the sea. Babs wore a T-shirt and short shorts and Sue a bikini.

"I thought you might have been a bit more exposed getting a suntan," Tadd began.

"Like the girl a few doors down who is lying on her deck in the altogether," Jeff said.

Babs explained, "I started off without the top and just a bikini but covered up a few minutes ago. I want to take it gradually, a few minutes more each day, to avoid having a painful sun-burn."

"Wise girl," Tadd said. "You're too lily white at present to risk too much sun." Babs nodded and looked at Sue.

"Sue has a beautiful tan. She's obviously done a lot of sun bathing like the girl down the road."

"I know the girl you mean," Sue said. "She has a good tan but she spends every day on her sundeck. I don't think it's just to get a tan… I think she likes men like you to look at her."

"She succeeded with Paul," Tadd said. "I thought he was going to have an orgasm right there!"

To Babs' surprise, Paul did not even look embarrassed, which she thought was unusual for a teenager.

"She's a bit fat," Sue said cattily. "When I sunbathe in the nude, I at least make sure the screens are up. I put on this bikini today because I didn't want to appear too bold in front of strangers or my young brother."

Sue went off to make some coffee while Jeff and Tadd went to shower and change. Babs stood at the railing looking down on the beach when Paul came up behind her.

Paul put his arms round her and caught hold of her tits and pressed against her ass.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, "and your tits are just perfect."

Babs was inclined to pull away, but when she felt his prick pressing against her ass a sudden pulsing in her cunt made her hesitate. She just stood frozen and did not speak. Paul fingered her nipples, which became erect at his touch.

He began making humping movements against her and she could feel his cock like a wooden peg against her ass.

What's wrong, me letting a teenaged boy do this? she thought to herself. It felt very nice, and that hard thing pressing against her didn't really feel like a teenager's prick. It was more like a man's!

"I thought of you when I was in bed this morning and I jerked off and let go the greatest load of cum you've ever seen," Paul said huskily.

"Paul!" Babs protested in a shocked voice, swinging around to face him. "I'm a married woman. You shouldn't talk to me like that. What would your sister say?"

"Oh, I sometimes jerk off thinking about her, too," he said.

Babs was aghast, but Paul only laughed. Her eyes went down, irresistibly drawn by a feminine urge to his crotch.

Following her gaze, Paul pushed his pelvis out. The front of his trousers was poked out like a tent held out by a long, rigid pole.

Babs' cunt started to throb and she felt moisture start to seep from her cuntlips. Her tits felt taut and her nipples poked at the front of her T-shirt provocatively. Her mouth was dry and she was unable to speak. Paul just stood looking at her with a lecherous grin on his face.

The moment was relieved by Sue appearing at the door with a tray of coffee.

Sue looked at Babs and her brother and took in the situation in a flash, especially when she glanced at the front of Paul's trousers.

"I'll go and shower now," Paul said.

"Make it a very cold one, icy cold," Sue said and glanced at Babs.

She could see Babs' nipples pressing against her T-shirt and the flushed look on her face.

"My brother annoying you?" Sue asked.

"I wouldn't say he was annoying me… it's just that…" Babs said.

"Exciting you?" Sue asked, taking hold of one of Babs' nipples.

Babs turned a deep shade of pink. Sue put her hand to Babs' pussy-mound and let her fingers wriggle against her cunt.

"Feel it down here, eh?"

"Oh, Sue," Babs protested, "he's only a child."

Sue gave Babs' cunt a friendly pat.

"He's a teenager and that means he's got a man's prick and he's looking for somewhere to stick it."

"But I, er…" Babs began to say, but Sue put her finger to Babs' lips.

"Don't worry about it… I've had the same feelings as you."

"But he's your brother!"

"A sister can get excited about a brother's cock just as readily as about anyone else's."

Sue looked about her to see none of the others were near.

"Paul's been here a month. He bought a surfboard and is learning to ride it. He has joined a surf club along the beach and you know what those guys are like!"

"I've read a bit about them," Babs said lamely.

"They're all lusty young lads like Paul and they spend their time riding surf boards and girls. The girls attach themselves to these clubs and the guys practically have cunt on tap. Paul has met one or two of the girls and he's probably acquired a taste for cunt."

"That's not surprising I suppose, but with the young girls available I wouldn't have thought he'd be interested in me!"

"He's probably looking for something a bit more sophisticated than the schoolgirls. A boy like that can be very good for an older woman, you know. They've got cocks like steel and they can fuck all night."

Babs looked sharply at Sue.

"How do you know?"

It was Sue's turn to blush furiously.

"Well, I've lived around here for quite a while," she said, "and as I told you, there are lots of lusty young guys about."

"I presume you're talking about the neighborhood," Tadd said, coming on to the deck. "Anything you want to know about the area just ask Sue, who does what and to whom!"

He turned to Jeff who had just joined them.

"Keep an eye on your wife here, Jeff," Tadd jokingly advised. "This place is a great beach for surfboard riders and surfboards aren't the only thing they ride."

"That'll suit Babs," Jeff said, stroking his wife's ass. "She's been complaining because she says I haven't been keeping it up to her."

"He's been too tied up at his office, but now he's on holiday I'll see he does the right thing by his wife," Babs said, kissing Jeff's cheek.

"Well, if he wants any help I'm always available," Tadd offered.

"I'll remember that," Babs said, and the excited gleam in her eyes showed she meant it.

Over a barbecue lunch with a generous supply of vintage California wines, Jeff decided to take a long walk to see some of the luxurious houses farther up the beach. Sue and Tadd decided to go with him, but Babs declined.

"I'm taking it easy this afternoon after all that sun I had this morning," she said. "I'm just going to curl up with a good book and do nothing."

"And I had enough walking at golf this morning," said Paul. "You old guys can show how tough you are if you like!"

"And of course you young guys have to conserve your energy, don't you?" Sue said with a sly wink at Paul.

Babs went to her bedroom when the others had left for their walk. She had drunk enough wine at lunch to make her feel just a touch lightheaded. It was a warm afternoon and before lunch she had changed into a skirt and blouse.

She stretched out on the bed with her book, but did not read. Her mind kept going back to her encounter with Paul.

For a mad moment she had an impulse to go to his room and see what he was doing, but quickly suppressed it. He was only a boy trying to be a man, she decided, and it wasn't her place to pander to his ideas.

She took her book and began to read. She had read only two pages when she heard a scratching at the door and Paul peeped in.

"I thought you'd be having a nap," he said, crossing to the bed and sitting on it.

Babs' heart started thumping and she was on the point of telling him to go away, but her womanhood kept appealing to her to let him stay.

"No, I'm not asleep, but you shouldn't be here."

"Why not… too much of a temptation?"

"Good Lord, no," Babs said, brushing him aside. But her heart throbs began to be echoed between her legs.

Once that throb in her groin started it was only moments before she was aware of the wetness of pussy-juice oozing. One thing she was sure of – Paul wouldn't go any farther than he had on the sundeck earlier. He might pretend to be a sophisticated man, but his inexperience would hold him back from trying to seduce her.

She felt a tingling in her nipples and was conscious that they were poking at the front of her blouse. She did not have a bra on and not only the shape, but the color of her nipples could be clearly seen.

She casually looked out the window, well aware that Paul's eyes were fixed on her billowing tits. Babs had noticed the fullness at the front of his trousers increasing and it thrilled her to realize she had that effect on Paul. It always excited her when men started to drool over her and the increasing size of Paul's crotch bulge showed that he was nearing the drooling stage.

Paul gulped hard and Babs could see his hands were shaking. She had felt he was overconfident, but now that he was close to her and she had made a tentative move to excite him by almost pushing her tits into his face, he had become a little nervous.

Babs was enjoying herself watching Paul. She bent her knees and her skirt rode up, exposing a good length of her thighs. Paul gave a low groan and shifted uneasily to relieve the pressure in his groin. Then he stood up and wriggled to allow his cock to rise.

Babs chuckled as she looked at his crotch.

"Trousers a bit tight, eh?" she inquired with a chuckle. "Maybe you're too well-hung for that size."

Paul, who had been so harsh and forthcoming when he came into the room, was less sure of himself since Babs had shown signs of becoming more sexually aggressive. A shy reluctant schoolgirl facing seduction was one thing, but a hot, mature, sexually aware woman looking for cock was something else altogether. Paul wasn't too sure he could handle the situation at that moment, and felt he should retreat from the room, but the throb in his cock compelled him to stay.

Babs' tits tightened the front of her blouse so much that the top button came undone, exposing her cleavage. The way Paul looked at her milk-white tits excited her and she bent her legs a little more. Her skirt rode up, exposing her panties.

Paul licked his lips and gulped.

"Something wrong, Paul?" Babs asked teasingly.

"N-no," he said hesitantly. "Do you want me to go?"

"Why should I want you to go, Paul? Any girl would be excited to have a strong, good-looking guy sitting with her."

Paul glanced at her cleavage again and quickly looked away.

"You aren't shy, are you, Paul?" Babs said. "You told me out on the sundeck earlier you thought I had perfect tits."

She unfastened the buttons of her blouse and pulled out one of her tits.

"There… how do you like that!" she asked provocatively.

Paul just gaped and his hand dropped to his crotch.

Babs pushed her blouse off her shoulders and pushed both her tits out at Paul. Her sexual temperature was rising as she saw Paul gaping hungrily at her.

"Still think they're nice, Paul? A girl likes a guy to admire her tits."

"They're beautiful, Babs… more beautiful than I thought they would be."

"Did you think of them when you jerked off?"

Paul shook his head and tuned away to hide his embarrassment from Babs.

"You did tell me you jerked off thinking about me."

"I… er… well… I…" Paul looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Come on, Paul," Babs said, throwing her arm around his neck. "We're friends. Would you like to touch my tits?"

Paul put his hand out and stroked a tit. "I'd like you to suck it, Paul."

After a moment's hesitation, Paul bent and took a nipple into his mouth. Babs held his head against her and sighed with lust. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He sucked the nipples deep into his mouth and the warmth and softness of Babs' tits made his mouth feel good.

"That's lovely, Paul. I love feeling your tongue stroking my nipples."

Paul groaned loudly. He took his mouth away from her tits and watched his hand kneading them, his fingers twiddling the saliva-wet nipples.

"Oooow, Paul, you're a very good lover. Kiss me, darling."

Babs put her lips up to him and he gave her a quick kiss on the side of her mouth.

"A proper kiss, Paul, please, I want a proper kiss. I'll bet the little girls at the surf club wouldn't be satisfied with a peck like that. Kiss me like you kiss them."

She offered her lips to him and he put his mouth against them, but her tongue forced its way between his lips and a moment later their open mouths were pressed against each other in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. The excitement made Paul dig his fingers into her tit.

"Mmmmm," Babs murmured, "That feels good."

She let her hand drop to his crotch and grasped his cock. What she felt made her gasp.

"My God, Paul, that's big and stiff! Is it always big like that when you're with a girl?"

"Sometimes… it depends on the girl!"

"Would you like to jerk off now? It must be very uncomfortable inside those tight pants. Why not take it out and let me see it. I'd love to. Stand up, darling."

When Paul stood up, Babs leaned over and unfastened his belt. Her hands were shaking and she had difficulty in finding the tab of his zipper. She pulled it down and eased his trousers over his hips. She pulled at his shorts, but they caught on his cock. Paul pulled off his shirt and Babs got her first look at it.

Babs gasped when she saw it and licked her lips nervously. Paul's cock stood up, almost touching his navel. It was the first uncircumcised cock she had seen. It looked to her like a menacing torpedo with its faintly purple nose cone partly visible at the end of it.

Babs circled her thumb and forefinger around Paul's foreskin and gently pulled it down to expose the head, which burst out like an opening flower on a sunny morning. The head gleamed wet and looked ready for action.

"Oh, Paul, that's exciting… it's beautiful," she murmured.

Paul took hold of his cock and began to pump it.

"Do you want me to jerk off… I'm just about coming now."

"Yes, let me watch," Babs whispered.

"What about the cum? It'll go all over the place."

"That's okay, just let it shoot!"

Paul licked his hand and began to pump his cock. He put his other hand around his balls and bent his back slightly.

Babs watched fascinated as the boy's foreskin slipped to and fro over his cockhead. It took only a few short strokes before Paul grunted: "It's coming, it's coming!"

The first couple of jets went arching out across Babs' legs stretched out on the bed. She put her hand down and let the hot spurts cover it, then she rubbed her cum-soaked hand on her tits. She leaned down to Paul's cock and said, "Put it in my mouth, darling," and let the last few jets shoot into her mouth.

Even the tail-end spurts had enough force to hit the back of her throat.

"That was wonderful, Paul. I loved watching you jerk off. Come back and kiss me," she said, patting the bed beside her.

Paul got on to the bed and Babs pulled him back and putter mouth against his and darted her tongue in and swept it around his teeth and inside his lips.

"Do you want to suck my tits again?" she offered.

Paul rolled her on her back and buried his face in her tits. He suddenly pulled back.

"I'm sorry," he said. "They're all spunky and there's cum on your blouse."

"That's all right, Paul. You can't fuck without spilling same spunk."

She lay back and held Paul's head as he went back to mouthing her tits. She put her hand down between their bodies and grasped his still erect cock.

Babs had her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of having her tits sucked. She tried to get out of her mind the sight of Paul's erect prick with its attractive-looking head but instead, all that came into her mind was an image of Paul's cock going in and out of her cunt.

She had started out with the idea of teasing Paul a little, perhaps letting him touch a tit through her clothes. Now her panties were wet with cunt-juice and she wanted a fuck – wanted it badly, and with this boy.

She grasped a handful of his hair and pulled his head up to kiss her. He continued to squeeze her tits.

She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand as his tongue swept around her mouth. She took his hand off her tit and pulled it down to her crotch.

"Touch me, Paul," she urged. "I want you to touch me."

She parted her legs and he thrust his fingers between them.

"Oooow, you're all wet," he said, taking his hand away.

Babs giggled lewdly.

"I haven't peed myself," she reassured him. "That's fuck-juice. Ever since the first sight I had of your cock, my cunt has been just pouring juice. That's so that your cock can go into my cunt more easily if we have a fuck."

His cock gave a sudden jump in her hand. "Do you want to see my cunt? Take my panties off, darling."

She raised her ass off the bed while Paul pulled her panties off. She pushed her skirt off and sat up to throw off her blouse. Paul, kneeling beside her, gave a soft whistle as he saw her lying naked.

"See my cunt, Paul? It's there for you. You can play with it and fuck it and cum up it and do what you like with it."

Paul was in a whirl as he looked at Babs lying submissively, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. He felt a bit shy about touching her cunt, but he had played with her tits enough to know she liked that, so he bent down and sucked her nipples again.

Babs was ready for more, so she grasped his hand and put it on her cunt.

"Play with it, Paul, it wants you."

She opened her legs wide so that Paul's fingers felt her hot wet cuntlips. The boy's cock told Babs the feel of her cunt was getting through to him. His prick felt as hard as if it were carved out of mahogany, yet she could feel his pulse in it.

"That's lovely, Paul," Babs murmured, pressing his hand more firmly against her cuntlips. "Put your fingers into my… don't be afraid of hurting me."

Paul worked his fingers up and down her cuntal slit, and once or twice brushed her clit without really knowing what made Babs suddenly go tense and moan loudly.

"Oh, Paul, that's my cunt… that's beautiful," she moaned.

The sight of her body moving passionately beside him made his senses spin. He had seen plenty of pictures in color magazines of naked girls, but that was nothing compared with the excitement of watching Babs wriggle and squirm as he thrust his fingers in and out of her cunthole.

It soon became clear to him that no matter how far he thrust his fingers into her cunt, he did not hurt her. On the contrary, the farther he poked them into her, the more passionate was her response.

He could feel that since he had been fingering her cunt the sticky fluid had increased to a flood. It was hot and slippery and was smothering his hand.

"Does that feel nice?" she asked.

"Oh, Babs, it feels great! I think I'm going to come!"

"Don't come yet. Just stop and cool down for a few moments."

She let go of his cock and pulled his hand away from her cunt.

"Now just relax… think of something else for a while… imagine you're riding a wave to the shore!"

Paul held his wet hand up.

"That's your cunt-juice," he said.

Babs took his hand and licked his fingers.

"Want to taste it?"

Paul put his hand to his lips.

"It smells nice." Then after he had licked some of the juice off, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked. "And it tastes lovely, too, it tastes of you! Now you've cooled down a bit get on top of me, darling… I want a fuck."

The very mention of the word was enough to excite Paul's cock, which had been standing erect, to new stiffness. Babs saw that as it stiffened more of its head poked out of his foreskin. The prospect of being fucked by a boy heightened her excitement, but a boy with an uncut prick, which she had never had before, raised her excitement to fever pitch.

As Paul got between her legs, she bent her knees and felt for his cock. She took hold of it and rubbed its sensitive head up and down the length of her soft, moist cuntlips.

"Push it right into me, darling," she urged. "You can get it in right up to your balls."

The heat of her slippery pussy made his pulse race.

"That's it, Paul! Put it all in… I want to feel every inch of it right up my hot cunt! My cunt's dying to be fucked, so fuck it in and out of me as hard as you can! I want to feel your balls hitting my ass each time you stuff your cock into my cunt!"

Hearing her talk dirty to him made Paul ram his prick into her as hard as he could. Once or twice he almost pulled it out on the withdrawal stroke, but he soon learned to judge how far he could pull back.

Babs moaned incoherently as his prick thrust in and out of her cunt. The boy was already fucking her cunt with the expertise of a seasoned seducer. He was too absorbed in driving his cock in and out of her cunt to be concerned about the finer aspects of fucking, but she did not mind.

He was not doing anything to make sure his cock was caressing her clit or that he was stimulating her tits, or even kissing her, but she was content to let him stab at her cunt.

The smooth head of his cock was rubbing against the greasy walls high up her fuck-hole, and that was giving her immense joy. The refinements of the technique of fucking would come on future occasions – and she was determined to make sure there were many.

Babs was driving her cunt at Paul's cock with all her strength. Her legs and arms held him tightly and she could guess from the sudden change in his heavy breathing pattern that he was about to come.

"That's it, darling! I'm waiting for it! Squirt it right up me… oh, that's beautiful."

She tightened her ass muscles to hold his cock high up inside her as the boy's creamy fizz blasted into her. She almost came herself.

But she was not quite up to that pitch of excitement yet, and Paul was not experienced enough to hold his cum until she came too.

Paul lay upon her gasping for breath. He was heavy and she had to push him off her.

"Don't squash me, Paul," she panted. "I'm out of breath, too."

Paul rolled off her and lay still for a few moments. When he sat up, Babs tried to kiss him but he jumped off the bed.

"I'd better go back to my room," he said, gathering up his clothes.

Babs sat up in the bed and smiled wryly. "Thanks, Paul," she said to herself after he had left the room. "No after-play, no kisses, no thank-you-Babs-for-a-lovely fuck, nothing."

She put her hand on her cunt and pressed her fingers between her cuntlips.

Still, for an inexperienced boy, he had made her cunt really sing. Next time she would start to teach him the finer points about fucking girls.