Bobby Gets Educated - Part III

So it Tuesday night, Spring Break in my 8th grade year, and I’m at home. It’s about 7pm. I’m lying on my bed, butt-naked and looking at the ceiling, reflecting upon the events of the past couple of days. My recap of revelations looks something like this:

1. I had sex with my babysitter, Velma Samuels, who is 27 years old. It was great! By the way, Velma and her husband, Tom, are best friends of my parents.
2. Velma saw me fingering her 18 year-old daughter, Kelly, in the stream today. I didn’t think she saw that.
3. Velma also saw Kelly give me a hand job yesterday on a rock next to the stream. I thought Velma was asleep. Kelly wanted to see my “white piss” come out since she heard about it from my sister, Michelle. Kelly said that my sister watches me wank off every night on my bed. She evidently spies on me by entering our shared closet from her side and then slightly opening my sliding door to see me go at it. Michelle still doesn’t know I know about this.
4. I should mention that Kelly is just starting to get tits and I felt those in the water, too.
5. My sister, Michelle, who is 6 months older than Kelly, does not appear to be getting tits yet, but touches my cock often in the mornings before we get dressed and in the stream. She also let’s me touch her cunt on the outside, when we’re in the stream.
6. Michelle told Kelly that my dick is 5 ¼” long. She found out by ready the markings on the wooden ruler I keep on my bedroom desk. Kelly can’t keep a secret and told me and Velma about Michelle’s discovery.
7. Kelly also told me, Michelle and Velma that her dad, Tom, has an 8” dick and that my dad has a 7” dick that is really fat. Velma let Kelly know that she shouldn’t talk about other people’s personal business. It was still educational to me.
8. Velma also heard that I had sex with my cousin Amanda a few months ago. Amanda was 18 then and I had just turned 13. Michelle saw us through the door having sex on the bathroom floor and told Kelly about it. Since Kelly can’t keep anything to herself, I guess she told Velma. That girl needs to learn how to keep her mouth clamped shut! Michelle doesn’t know that I know about this, either.
9. I found out that Velma had sex for the first time at 18 years old with Tom, her husband. He was 18 years old at the time.
10. Velma warned me to use a condom if I fooled around with Kelly because she might get pregnant even though she’s never had a period (I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but I understood the condom part). Velma extended the warning to include my sister as well. Now that was something to ponder!

As I was going through the list in my head, I was absently stroking my cock. My brain clicked back into gear when I felt my balls tighten for an impending explosion. My head snapped towards the sliding closet door to make sure it was closed – it was. I couldn’t hold back the jets any longer, and my cum spewed liberally from my belly button up to my chest. Crap, no Kleenex by the bed. I used my hand to collect most of the drippings from my body and then headed to the bathroom door. With my other hand, I depressed the handle to the bathroom door and swung it inward. Imagine my surprise to find Michelle sitting naked on the toilet with the other door open into her room! I’m standing there with a glistening stripe of cum on my chest and a hand full of spunk.

Michelle surprised the hell of out me with her first words. “Getting started a little bit early tonight, aren’t you?”

“Um, sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.” And then thinking about it more I asked, “What do you mean early?”

“You don’t usually start whacking off until 9pm, or later,” she said. “Don’t you usually have Kleenex handy?” She stood up, grabbed some toilet tissue, wiped her pussy dry and then flushed the john. She stepped over to the bathroom counter, picked-up the box of Kleenex and offered the protruding tissue to me, “Here.”

I was kind of annoyed that Michelle admitted knowing about my beat-off sessions in such an offhand manner – especially after I had already found out from Velma yesterday that Michelle saw me. I turned to the sink, flipped the water on, and washed my hands to get rid of the spunk. While I was rinsing, Michelle took a Kleenex, dampened it, and began wiping down my chest and stomach. My frustration quickly waned. My body obviously liked the attention since Bone was back up to full size in just a few seconds. She continued downwards to my cock and used one hand to cup my dick and the other to carefully and completely wipe it clean. All too soon, she was done. She dropped the Kleenex into the toilet, flushed it again, and then left the room closing her bathroom door on the way out. I guess that I won’t have to try and catch her watching me now! What a trip that little escapade was. I went back into the bedroom, watched a little TV and then fell asleep for the night.

The next morning, was the normal drill for a vacation day. mom and dad were up at the crack of dawn getting ready for work. About the time I got up, Mom already had her slip on and was about to put on her bra. Dad was still naked from the shower and I noted that Kelly was right: His cock was fat (fatter around than mine) and probably grew a couple of inches longer than mine since it was soft now and already as big as my dick when hard. I didn’t want to openly linger by my parents open bedroom door, so I headed toward the kitchen for breakfast. Michelle, as usual, was already sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal. In a loud voice, she said, “Bone!” as I walked towards here. Looking down, she was right. Mom chimed-in from the other room with “Yes dear, we already saw that a minute ago.” Caught again – twice in two days! In a quieter voice, Michelle scolded, “Don’t shoot that thing at the breakfast table”.

I fired back in a loud whisper, “Oh, where else would you like me to shoot it?”

She didn’t answer right away. I went to the cupboard to pull out a box of cereal and a bowl. After getting a spoon, I sat at the table and began eating. While sitting, I read the back of the Cheerios box. It was some continuing cartoon saga that had been going since before I could remember. “Somewhere where I can watch closely,” Michelle said meekly.

My mind immediately re-engaged to the previous conversation. My sister wants to watch me whack off!?! No problem. I wonder if she’d…”I’m game for that if I can watch you play with your pussy, too.”

She didn’t take more than a second and responded with, “Deal.” As simple as that, we planned to watch each other get off. Mom walked into the room, still topless, to get a cup of coffee, so we didn’t get a chance to plan any more detail before heading to Velma’s house for the day.

Fortunately, it was obviously going to be another warm, sunny day at Velma’s. While Michelle and Kelly watched early morning TV in the family room, Velma and I prepared the ice chest for our daily jaunt to the creek. The normal lunch fare included sandwiches, hot dogs or hamburgers (all home made), fruit, chips, drinks and cookies. I was tending the stove boiling some hot dogs while Velma was gathering condiments, buns and Tupperware containers. Velma was wearing her tank top and bikini bottoms. I could see the sides of her tits again and again as she reached for various items. As I moved the bun-length Ball Park Franks from the boiling water to the Tupperware, I wiggled one of the hot dogs in front of her face. She smiled and licked her lips. Memories of the blow job she gave me yesterday came flooding back. I had no idea anything could feel so good. It was equally as good as fucking her cunt – and maybe a bit better. Once everything was packed-up, we rounded up the girls and headed down to the stream.

Velma didn’t waste any time in making herself comfortable down at the stream. Her sloped rock quickly received her large beach towel, water bottle and suntan lotion. We re-positioned the ice chest into some better shade a few feet from the water and then Velma began peeling off her tank top and bikini while walking back to her towel. I pulled off my Speedos in kind and dropped quickly into the water. The girls were already in the water wrestling, but not so much so that they did not notice Bone was looking at them on the way into the water. Michelle said so, “Hi Bone!” As always, Velma giggled. She then adjusted her sun glasses and laid sunny side up in all of her naked beauty.

In the water, it only took me a few seconds to realize that the wrestling between Michelle and Kelly was slightly different than usual. Although distorted by the moving water, I could see fairly well that each girl had a hand on the other’s pussy. On reflection, these wrestling movements appeared less like “moves” than “responses”. They were getting each other off! We’d only been here a total of 10 minutes! As I waded over to them, they did not waver in their efforts. Instead, Kelly reached out to my hand and pulled me closer. When I was in range, she let go of my hand, grabbed Michelle’s, and then move both of their hands to my cock. Neither of them really stroked me; I was more of an anchor to their manipulations. The finger frenzy continued and accelerated until both were moaning quietly. All at once, Kelly shrieked and Michelle squealed, “Yes!” I think they surprised each other with their orgasms, because they looked at each other, at me, and then started laughing at the top of their lungs. I guessed that Velma probably figured out what was going on, but she didn’t indicate any notice. The girls finally let go of my cock – it was still as hard as the moment I entered the water.

A couple of hours later, Velma told us it was lunchtime. I was already out of the water lying on my side on a towel. I was admiring the rock art that the girls had created yesterday. It was a collection of scratched pictures that looked like cocks, mostly huge, that were all erect. The ones attached to bodies had hair. Some of them had enormous balls. Most were comical. The girls were sitting on the edge of the water, unaware of my art review, with their feet in the stream. I got up and helped Velma bring the ice chest over by the towels. We opened it up and laid out the plastic containers for lunch. The girls got out of the water and headed over to the towels not bothering to dry off. The four nipples attached to them were standing at full attention. Kelly’s were almost quarter-sized and puffing out from her chest; Michelle’s just pointy dots. The funny thing about Michelle’s was the big water drops on each nipple that hadn’t fallen off. When I said something about them, Kelly took her finger and flipped the drop off of each nipple. Michelle returned the favor by pinching each of Kelly’s tits. It all ended with giggling girls.

Velma, in the meantime, was sitting cross-legged next to the ice chest and had opened up all of the plastic containers and laid out the buns in front of her. My eyes were glued to Velma’s cunt lips, but the girls were immediately drawn to the big hot dogs. Kelly quickly grabbed a Ball Park in a stream-wrinkled fist and held it out from her crotch like a cock. “Mom, look! It’s longer than Bobby’s and Dad’s!” She didn’t wait for any kind of response and took the hot dog and stuck it right next to the base of my hard Bone. “See,” she said. I never thought I could feel as inferior as I did at that moment. Sure enough, my dick was less than half as long as the bun length dog.

Kelly’s mom came to my rescue, “Kelly, that hot dog is almost a foot long. There are very few men in the world with a penis that long. It’s not fair to Bobby or your Dad to compare them to lunch. The average adult size is 6” long and probably about the same girth as your hot dog. Your Dad is longer than average and about the same circumference. Bobby’s is almost average length and girth and he’s not even full grown yet”

Michelle couldn’t resist, “And my daddy is 7” long and fatter than your hot dog!” She leaned back on her elbows with her legs bent. Velma had a great view of her pussy. Wish I was sitting over there!

“Remember to keep that information private, Michelle, but I’m sure your mother appreciates his equipment,” Velma concluded.

Michelle wasn’t done yet, “I wonder what it feels like inside?” Everything seemed to go into slow motion… Kelly changed her grip on the hot dog, pulled it from my groin and brought it towards my sister. With a graceful effort, Kelly brought her arm over Michelle’s leg and fed the protruding end of the hot dog a couple of inches into her cunt and then removed her hand. I guess the hot dog grease was enough to do the job! Time sped back up and Velma managed, “Oh! Jeez! Kelly! Michelle, are you okay?!!”

“Uh-huh. It’s bigger than my fingers, but it feels good.” Michelle reached down, pulled the hot dog out a bit and then slid it back in farther. While Velma was distracted with Michelle, Kelly pulled out another hot dog and inserted it in her own pussy. I couldn’t believe it – two girls with hot dogs in their cunts – oh, yes! OH, YES!

Velma was still stammering with partial words and clamped her mouth shut after a few more seconds. Kelly was busy working her hot dog up into the depths of her pussy. Only two or three inches of dog were exposed. Michelle was working her hot dog at only a few inches depth. “Kelly, mine won’t go in any farther. It’s hitting something.”

“That’s your hymen, dear,” said Velma. “It is your mark of virginity. Not all virgins have an unbroken hymen, but it appears that you do. By the looks of Kelly, she must have broken her hymen in the past.”

“Hymen? Mom, I don’t get it,” Kelly responded with somewhat glazed-looking eyes. Her hot dog was moving like a piston.

“Your ‘cherry’ dear. It’s a thin piece of internal skin…” Velma was cut-off.

“Oh, ‘cherry’! Dad said he broke mine last year. It didn’t hurt very much.” Kelly kept thrusting the dog.

Velma put the pieces together much faster than I did, “You had sex with dad ?!?”

The accusation put Kelly over the top and she came hard. Her whole body tensed and only a couple of hot dog inches were visible. She closed her eyes and fell gently backwards. After a few deep breaths, she finally responded to her mother’s question, “It’s supposed to be a secret. I never can keep a secret. He’s going to be so mad that you all know!” She started crying. I thought it was funny how the hot dog bobbed up and down, sticking out of her pussy, as she bawled.

Velma didn’t say anything right away. She just walked around the lunch fixings and sat on the other side of Kelly stroking her hair. I don’t think Kelly was prepared for what her mom said next. “Honey, like you I was 10 years old when I first had sex with your father. He was 16 then. He was so good with me and good for me that I married him when I was 18 years old. You were born a few months later. I can’t believe that I’m saying this, but I am happy that he could be the one to show you your first adult pleasure as he did for me.” Kelly stopped sobbing part way through her mother’s admonition and pulled her mother on top of her into a hug. I have to admit that I was torn and forced to divide my attention between the hot dog sticking out of Kelly’s pussy and the way Velma’s tits spread out on both sides of Kelly’s smaller body. I expressed my pain by stroking my cock at lightening speed. I could tell that my sister was watching closely, too. My agony was quickly decided for me as Velma’s hand found its way to the hot dog. She began to move the large dog in and out of her daughter at a regular, but accelerating, pace. With each inward thrust, I could see that Velma’s thumb would land squarely on Kelly’s clit. Kelly was bucking under her mother with every stroke. Velma maintained the action as she slid her body between Kelly and Michelle. She lowered her mouth to her daughter’s pubescent nipples and sucked deeply. Moments later, Kelly arched forward in seeming pain and yelled out in ecstasy. Not two seconds later I blew a load onto the towel below me.

The only sound that broke the sound of heavy panting was a short “Oh!” from Michelle. I raised-up on my elbows to see Michelle over Kelly and Velma. I had to sit up farther to get a good view, but it appeared that her hot dog was in much deeper than before. “Sis, did you break your cherry?”

“Uh, I think so,” she responded quietly. Velma kissed Kelly’s left nipple one more time and then rolled over to inspect Michelle. Michelle continued, “I got carried away why you were doing Kelly. I must have pushed the hot dog through my hymen.”