Ward Michaels - Lessons After School

"Dale," she whispered up into his ear. "I meant what I said before. Did you?"

"What was that?"

"About wanting to get together with your buddies and you. Can you fix it?"

Susie's obsession with rough group sex was not surprising. Ever since she had reached the age where she could enjoy it, sex had been her overpowering urge. She was constantly on the lookout for new thrills of passion, new ways to experience the ultimate in sensuous lewdness. Her experimentation had started early, first with timid, half afraid touchings of her erotically throbbing pubic zone and then with full-fledged, vagina delving masturbation.

By the time she was thirteen, she was ready to explore the possibilities of sex with others, and no one was safe from her seductive onslaughts. She began close to home, with the young boy who lived next door to her family. Actually, she had been watching him for a long time. His bedroom window was right across from hers on the second floor. Susie knew he had never thought of her as anything but the little girl who lived next door. She was sure of that because he never made any attempt to pull his window shade when he undressed at night. It never seemed to enter his head that she might be watching avidly from only a few feet away, her lights turned out so he would not see her kneeling before her window staring hard at him so as not to miss a single move.

At about the same time every night, Susie saw him come into his room. Andy was a few years older than she, and he already had a good build. His chest was beginning to take on the contours of a man's broad chest, and his skin looked smooth as granite. Her fingers twitched at the thought of running over it. It was always the same. Andy would turn away from the window and hang his shirt on the hook behind the door. His back was as smooth and as beautifully sculpted as his chest, and Susie caught her breath at the sight of it. It showed the effects of all the summer sun Andy made it his business to get as part of his part-time lawn mowing job. The indentation of his spine was very deep, and the muscles flared out excitingly on either side.

Andy kicked off his sneakers and bent down to bare his slim feet. Susie found herself excited by the way the fabric of his faded jeans stretched over his trim round buttocks. She could see the crack defined clearly even when he had his pants on, and caught herself wanting to sniff at its spicy odor. The lewdness of that thought made her giggle excitedly to herself in the darkness of her room.

Andy stood up, his back to the window, and unbuckled his wide leather belt. Susie held her breath. This was the part she always waited for. The boy unzipped his jeans and let them fall. He stood there in the light, wearing only his white briefs. As Susie looked on, he bent down again, this time to pick up his pants. He hung them over the back of a straight chair and turned to face the window. Now there was only one thin piece of fabric between the young girl and what she was longing to see.

Andy hooked his thumbs beneath the waist band of his briefs and yanked them downward. As she always did, Susie gasped aloud. The organ that hung between the boyish legs was excitingly long and thick. Above it nestled a sparse growth of dark hair. Beneath and behind it hung a pair of gonads in a smoothly hairless pouch. They were already nearly man-size.

Andy reached down and took his penis in the palm of his hand. This was another of his nightly rituals, and Susie had come to expect it. He lifted it, almost as though he were offering it for her avid inspection. Then he went over to his bureau and opened the large bottom drawer. He pulled it out all the way and set it down on the floor, moving slowly and quietly so as not to make any noise. Susie knew why. She knew exactly what he was looking for, the same thing he looked for every night.

He reached into the cavity where the drawer belonged and pulled something out. It was a magazine. Andy moved over to his bed his fingers still caressing his rapidly inflating erection. He laid down on the bed, putting the magazine down in front of him. He lay on his side, facing in Susie's direction. As he turned the pages, he massaged his penis faster and faster. Susie was not exactly sure what the magazine was, and she wished she could get into Andy's room sometime when he was not there so she could find out.

Suddenly, Andy threw the magazine aside. He flopped onto his back, his head thrown back and his mouth gaping wide. He climaxed, squirting hot, white semen all over his naked legs and heaving belly.

Susie watched him masturbate night after night, and before very long she was doing it right along with him, her slim fingers flying over the folds of her childish cunt just as Andy's moved over his swollen, throbbing cock shaft. Bunching her fingertips together, she pushed them through the tight crack and into the warm, moist interior of her cunt. She tried to imagine that her fingers were Andy's large, pulsating penis forcing its way into her young body. Always, though, beyond anything else, she wondered what was in that magazine he kept so carefully hidden.

It was not long before Susie made up her mind to find out. Anything that had such an immediate and exciting effect on her handsome young neighbor had to be worthwhile seeing. She began to hatch a plan. She would have to sneak into the neighbors house sometime when they were away, make her way to Andy's room, and fish the magazine out from beneath the dresser drawer.

The trouble was that Andy's parents insisted on keeping their house securely locked whenever they were away. There had been a rash of thefts in the neighborhood, and everyone was being especially cautious. There was no chance of her getting in in the conventional way, and Susie wracked her brain trying to figure out what to do.

One night while she was watching Andy in his bedroom, the answer presented itself. Andy walked over to the window and pushed it up, letting fresh air into his room. All he did was push. He did not have to open the latch, Andy did not lock his window. Susie's heart began to pound with excitement. All she had to do was figure out a way to get across from her bedroom window to his, and she would be exactly where she wanted to be.

After school the next day, she hurried home, determined to find a way to get across. She went directly up to her room and opened her window. Peering out, she tried to estimate the distance between the roof of her house and that of Andy's. It was no more than four or five feet. What she needed was a bridge. She paused for a moment, trying to think of what to do. Then she knew.

Susie hurried to the basement. Behind the furnace in a cobwebby corner, she found what she was looking for, a thick board about six feet long.

Dragging it upstairs, she opened the window. She stuck her head out and looked down, making sure nobody was around who might see her and wonder what she was up to. Then she heaved the board out of the window and pushed it across to the next house. With a little maneuvering, she managed to rest the far end of it on Andy's window sill.

Holding her breath, looking straight ahead, she inched her way across to Andy's house. As long as she did not look down, she was sure she would be all right. After all, the journey was not a long one.

When she reached the window, she eased it open far enough so she could duck inside. Dropping to the floor of the bedroom, she looked around quickly. Everything was just as it should be.

Susie hurried to the bureau and, dropping to her knees, pulled the heavy drawer out, and eased it to the floor. She reached into the cavity that resulted in the dresser, just as she had seen Andy do. Her fingers closed over the glossy paper of the magazine cover.

Susie gasped aloud when she saw the cover. In bold red letters the title read, TITS AND ASS. The picture, in full color, showed a young blonde woman, her legs spread wide, her semi transparent panties barely hiding the long, dark slit of her moist cunt. Dark hairs peeped out from the edges of the tight leg holes. The woman was smiling, clearly loving the attention she was getting from the camera.