Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 10:40:26 CST From: Chris Warner Subject: Linda and Anthony Linda & Anthony By Chris Larkin Warner Weeks have passed since I had my first "lesson" in masturbation from Linda and now I'm like a kid who's tasted something sweet and wants more. I rub my button almost nightly, but find myself longing to feel Linda's hands on my body. At the same time, I'm also feeling guilty about my cousin Anthony. The same night I learned about the joys of sex from my best friend, I also played a naughty game with my eight year-old cousin. While babysitting, I bathed him and in a silly moment I touched his little member. He liked it and said we should play a game called "milking the cow." I had never touched a boy's penis before and somehow I figured what we were doing was just some innocent fun. But I think I went too far and now I'm feeling guilty and slightly perverted. I'm sure I've corrupted Anthony, even if he is a brat. For nearly a week, I've been all mixed up inside my head. I guess I'm mostly confused. I always thought sex would start with a boy and instead it's with my best friend, Linda. One minute, I'm worried that something's wrong with me. The next minute, all I can think of is being back in Linda's arms. On Friday evening, Linda calls and asks why I've been avoiding her. She asks if she can meet me; she wants to talk. I say okay. Thirty minutes later, I meet Linda at the park down from my house. We talk small stuff for a little bit. Then she wants to know if I'm okay with what we did in her room the other night. I'm blushing badly, but it's night and she can't see my face. I tell her I liked it. Linda grabs my hand and asks if I want to come over to her house. I know what she's thinking. I hesitate and Linda, having gone out on a limb to ask, feels hurt. She lets go of my hand and says to forget about it. But I realize I do want to be with her again. I apologize and find myself asking her if I can come over. Linda smiles, grabs my hand again and walks me to her home. At Linda's house, I call my mom, and tell her I'm spending the night here. It sounds so innocent and my mom says fine. Upstairs, Linda locks the door to her room and tells me to get undressed and climb into bed. I turn away as I pull of my clothes, shy about my pudgy, pimply body. I quickly jump under the covers and watch Linda as she finishes undressing. I see she has a nice thin shape, with small breasts and narrow hips. We cuddle under the covers, nervously giggling. Linda slowly drags a finger across my abdomen and up to my breast, my heart flutters wildly as she continues to do this, lightly, exquisitely. Then she begins kissing my skin, first my stomach, then my arms and finally my breasts. My insides are tingling with a rage as this continues. I embrace Linda as she first kisses, then sucks on my nipples, my hands stroke her smooth back and the rump of her rear. Then I feel Linda's hand slowly slide down my lower stomach and between my legs and I swear I hear the sound of wetness as she touches me between my trembling legs. I'm feeling incredibly shy again, so I let Linda take the lead, which she heartily does. She knows how to touch and soon her hands and mouth turn my tingling into a frantic spasm of joy. Little explosions seem to go off inside me as I reach my first orgasm. I'm panting and dizzy as Linda wraps her legs around my thigh. I feel this warm wet trickle as she slides up and down. I reciprocate and soon our legs are intertwined, our muscles squeezing and flexing, stirring our passions. Linda continues to squeeze my thigh rhythmically and she starts breathing in a hoarse whisper. My hands cup her small, round breasts and then my mouth takes over. Linda lets out a small groan and then shudders. For what must have been an hour, we explore each other's body, trigging orgasms, giggles and finally deep sleep. I wake towards dawn and, once again, find myself nestled in Linda's thin, but warm arms. Life as a teenager can be rough, but at moments like this, I'm happy to be alive. *** When I wake again a few hours later, I hear someone banging on the door and my name being called. My mom's on the phone. I start to panic, realizing I'm naked in Linda's bed. But Linda throws a bathrobe at me and so I stumble out to the hallway. Mom tells me Aunt Peg is in a bind and needs someone to watch Anthony for a few hours this afternoon. I start to protest. The last think I want to do is spend my Saturday watching that brat cousin of mine. But mom pleads and I relent. I return to Linda's room in a dark mood. When I explain my predicament, Linda offers to join me and reminds me we could have some "fun" since my aunt has a swimming pool in the backyard. I don't see how we can have any kind of "fun" with Anthony around, but still her suggestion perks me up. After a late breakfast, we walk over to my house so I can change clothes and grab a swimsuit. In my room, I reach for my tame one-piece suit, but Linda rummages through my drawer and grabs the bikini I bought but have never dared to wear. I immediately picture how plump I'm going to look in the skimpy suit, but I don't say anything. My aunt's got this cool back yard. Thick arbor-vidae bushes have grown together to form a towering green wall of privacy around her pool. It's quiet and peaceful back there, and I've always enjoyed swimming and relaxing in this private place. I know that my Aunt Peg and mom sometimes sunbathe topless by the pool, but I've never done it myself. It's quite warm by the time we arrive, and sure enough, that holy terror, Anthony, is already splashing around in the pool. Linda quickly strips down to her two-piece suit and jumps in. I take my time, feeling embarrassed about exposing my fat bod in a bikini. Why did I buy that thing!. I take off my shirt and pants and quickly jump in. Linda and I play a bit with Anthony to stop him from screeching for too much attention. Then we begin frolicking by ourselves. I can tell Linda must be a bit horny still because she brushes her hands across my thighs and at one moment swims up to me under water and cups my breasts for a second, then lets go. Her friskiness begins to stir me and we giggle and play a bit more before getting out. We both lie out on lawn chairs and dry off in the hot sun. Linda, in a lazy voice, asks me to put lotion on her back. I come over and begin to rub the oil across her warm skin, which has tiny blonde hairs that glint in the sun. Anthony has grown temporarily bored with the pool and wanders over to the swing set behind the bushes. I can't see him, but I her the squeak of the swing. Linda reaches behind her back and unclasps her top. "Rub the oil all over," she murmurs. "I don't want any tan lines." I do as she asks, my hands slowly massaging her shoulders and limbs. Then, Linda rolls over, revealing those soft young breasts I was kissing last night. She's got sunglasses on, so I can't see her eyes, but she smiles and repeats what she said before, "rub the oil all over." I can hear Anthony still swinging, so I know he's out of sight. I pour more oil on my hands and rub her soft round breasts and pink nipples. Linda sighs and lies back to enjoy my touches. I concentrate on her breasts for a moment or two and then, with my pulse racing, I reach down and slide my hand down Linda's abdomen, underneath her bikini bottom and start to rub her sweet pussy. Catching her off guard, Linda is jolted by the touch of my hand, but almost immediately opens her thighs wider. Linda smiles at me and sighs again as I find her soaking wet. I tweak her little button, probe the lips of her vagina and from time to time slip an oiled finger all the way down to the tip of her anus. Soon I get a rhythm going: one hand on her breasts, the other between her legs. It's a beautiful day, with a cloudless blue sky, birds chirping in the trees and I notice that Anthony's swing is squeaking in unison with Linda's husky breathing. In a quiet voice, she lets me know how good it feels and then starts muttering "oh my god" over and over as her body begins to shudder and tremble from an orgasm. I manage to bring Linda to one more orgasm before I no longer hear Anthony's swing squeak and realize he's heading back to the pool. When he arrives, Anthony almost immediately notices that Linda is topless. He mentions that his mom also takes off her top when she's tanning herself by the pool. Then Anthony asks Linda if she has put lotion on. Linda nods and Anthony responds, "my mom lets me put lotion on her when she takes her top off." Linda lifts her sunglasses and looks at me wide-eyed. "Do you think he's telling the truth?" she whispers. I shrug my shoulders and ask Anthony if he means on her back and he says, "yeah and on her boobies too." Linda and I both exchange glances on this bit of news and decide to ask a few more questions. Yes, he says, mommy likes it. Does anything else happen? No, not at the pool, but sometimes she goes inside after he rubs on the lotion, which he thinks is silly because she can't tan inside. Anthony pauses and then in a half-giggle says that once after she left the pool he followed her and found his mom in the bedroom "buck-naked," holding a thing between her legs that made a buzzy-noise. Anthony said she was breathing funny and moving all around. I'm flabbergasted. My cousin is innocently arousing his mother, who then goes off to her bedroom and masturbates with a vibrator. Linda is trying not to laugh, but tears are streaming down her face. Anthony realizes he has our full attention. "Want to know a secret?" he asks. I already thought we had just heard one whopper for the day, but my cousin has more to tell. "My mommy told me not to tell anyone, but sometimes when I can't go to sleep at night, she sucks on my wee-wee." Linda asks Anthony to repeat what he just said, in case we didn't hear correctly. He repeats it, and adds that his mom told him she used to put his wee-wee in his mouth when he was a baby and cried too much. "Now she sometimes does it to calm me down before bedtime." I know that Anthony is a wild kid, but this is too much. Linda and I are both speechless, not knowing what to believe. I also have this strange sense of relief. I realize that Anthony's already been corrupted by his mother. What I did with him in the bath the other week couldn't be any worse than what his mother was doing to him at bedtime. Linda asks Anthony a few more questions, and it sounds like Anthony is not making this up. And then, matter of factly, my cousin asks if he can rub some lotion on my back and boobies too. I look at Linda, who has a wicked grin on her face and tells me to let Anthony put on some lotion. The first thing Anthony does is unhook my top so he can move the straps out of the way. I'm not ready for this and start to protest, but Linda tells me to hush. So I lie there on the reclining chair as my eight year-old cousin rubs tanning oil on my back. Then, with a giggle in his voice, he tells me to turn over. I refuse at first, but again, Linda eggs me on. She's half-laughing, waiting to see what's going to happen. I roll over and expose my breasts to the air and Anthony. "Your's don't sag like mom's, he says, touching them softly. I thank him for the compliment, but inside I'm dying from embarrassment. Soon, it's clear that Anthony knows what he's doing, because I'm feeling a tingle from his small hands as they stroke my skin and tweak nipples, which are soon erect. Then I notice my nipples aren't the only thing that's erect. Anthony's got a tent pole in his swimming trunks. I can't believe this little kid can be aroused at his age, but seeing is believing. Linda spies Anthony's situation and tells him that since he gets to see our boobies, we should see his wee-wee. Anthony, without a protest, puts down the oil and pulls down his trunks. His finger-sized member is jutting out and up, the little circumcised head shines bright pink. Linda comes over and kneels in front of Anthony. She grasps his erect penis and tells him its quite hard. She strokes it a few times and asks if he likes that. Anthony nods. Linda asks if she can do what his mommy does to his wee-wee. Anthony nods again. Linda leans forward and starts to suck on the little red finger-sized penis, bobbing her head up and down. Anthony doesn't say anything, but he makes funny sounds, sort of like a half-giggle, half hiccup. Already aroused by Anthony's little breast massage, I'm further turned on by Linda's brazen act with my cousin. As Linda sucks Anthony's wee-wee and licks his tiny sac of balls, I can't ignore the sensation of tingling and wetness between my legs. I try to resist, but finally give in, spread my legs and plunge my hand into the bottom of my suit. I slip a finger into my wet slit and then start rubbing my button. Linda sees what I'm doing and smiles while continuing to suck on Anthony, who has his eyes glued to Linda's bobbing head. I still don't know why I find this so arousing, but for once I don't over analyze the situation. It seems all too crazy, but I can't stop. My clit is inflamed as I rub and flick it and the lips of my slit. I realize that I'm turned on by what Linda is doing, not my cousin's erect wee-wee. Linda's cute bottom is right in front of me. She has a long graceful back and she's making these slobbering, sucking noises, which I find pervertedly exciting. Suddenly Anthony's legs begin to buckle. Linda slows down with her sucking and then stops. She looks up at Anthony and, with a grin, says, "Anthony just had a little orgasm." I stop rubbing myself and look at Anthony's slowly wilting prick and notice some wet stuff dripping down. It could be sperm or it could be Linda's saliva. "Ready for a nap now?" Linda asks. "I guess so," responds a suddenly lethargic Anthony. We carry Anthony upstairs into his room and tuck him. Sure enough, the kid is snoozing in a few minutes. I ask Linda if he shot anything into her mouth. She says no, but knew he had climaxed when she felt some little spasms at the base of penis. I become aware of the fact that we've been doing all these things and talking while both of us are topless. I've never been so uninhibited about my body before. Linda glances down and sees the wet spot in the crotch of my swimsuit. "So, you found your cousin's little blow job interesting, I see." I begin to blush, but then I look at linda's crotch and see a similar wet sport. "Speak for yourself," I tease. Linda comes up to me and gives me an embrace and kiss. "Want to sleep over at my house again tonight," she asks. "Sure," is all I say. To be continued...