D Abby - The juvenile casting couch

The two of them stood at the window grinning at each other. David gave his limp prick a couple more pulls and Sarah rubbed her cunt a few more times. Sarah went to the dresser and picked up the lipstick. When she was finished he trained his glasses on the writing. TOMORROW NIGHT SAME TIME DON'T TELL DAVID!

That was the last thing in the world Pat would do. David could ruin everything with his big mouth. He would have to warn Sarah about it if David ever did sleep over. She would have to be careful about her blinds if he were in this bedroom.

Pat was beginning to think that this might be a very interesting neighborhood to live in.

The next morning Shirley told him her mother wanted him that afternoon. He dropped off his books off at home and went off to do the chores for Anne. He asked for Shirley and Ms. Wollenski told him she had ballet lessons and wouldn't be home until late afternoon. The kids in this neighborhood all seemed to go to special classes at least once a week.

Ms. Wollenski met him in a housecoat and Pat didn't think she was wearing anything underneath it. She was a good looking woman of about forty. This was pretty strong stuff for an adolescent boy. His prick got hard and he hoped Ms. Wollenski didn't notice. He blushed when she glanced at his crotch. She wanted Pat to take some boxes up to the attic and bring some others down. That wasn't hard, the job seemed like a good one.

Anne leaned over as she talked to him. She wasn't wearing a bra. Pat almost saw her nipples. He blushed as she looked at his crotch again just as his prick throbbed up to a hard on. Was Anne doing this on purpose. If this kept up much longer, he would have to go to the bathroom and jerk off.

Anne led Pat to Shirley's bedroom and pointed out several boxes of camping clothes that she wanted in the attic. She then led him to the attic. It was up a steep flight of stairs and she went first. He found out that Anne had no panties on either! Pat's prick throbbed when he saw her naked ass and the bush around her cunt. When they got to the top of the steps she had stopped and was waiting for him. They were on a very small landing and her body pressed against his.

His hard prick rubbed up against her body as she showed him where the light chain was. Anne wiggled her hips and her front rubbed against his prick. Pat almost came in his pants. He did come in his pants when she reached down and rubbed his prick.

"Oh! Did I do that to you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I guess you saw under my housecoat coming up those steep stairs. That wasn't very nice of me. I'll have to wash and dry your pants. I wouldn't want your mother to find them like that. Don't be so embarrassed. It wasn't your fault. A boy your age is bound to get excited seeing a woman's cunt. You couldn't help what happened. It was all my fault."

Pat was in shock. Anne said cunt. The boys whispered that word talking among themselves. Anne was right, his pants were wet and sticky, he could never explain that to his mother.

It was funny, Anne wasn't embarrassed that he had seen up her housecoat and she wasn't annoyed that he had done it. What was going on. He was sure Anne put her hand on his prick on purpose. Why would an adult woman want to feel his prick? That didn't seem right but there was nothing he could do or say about it. Anne gave him directions as if this was an every day occurrence.

"Let me show you to the bathroom. Hand your pants and underpants out to me. It won't take long. I'll just rinse them and I have the fastest drier in the world."

Pat was an obedient boy. When an adult said do something he did it. At times he complained but right now there wasn't much else he could do. He was led to a bathroom, took off his pants and underpants, and handed them out around the bathroom door.

He found a washcloth and washed his crotch. It was a mess. His sparse pubic hair was matted with his cum and it had run down both his legs. By the time he finished and sat down on the toilet seat his prick was hard again. It doesn't take many rubs with a soapy washcloth to give a twelve year old a hard on.

Pat sat and waited. He had seen Anne's cunt. He still hadn't seen what was between the lips but he saw a slit between her legs that went toward her front. He closed his eyes and visualized it again. He spit on his hand and pumped on his prick. He wasn't going to have a hard on when Anne brought back his pants. He still had his eyes closed when he was startled out of his wits.

"Here you are all rinsed and dried, just as I said. Oh! I didn't mean to walk in on you while you were jerking off. I'm sorry if I disturb you that much. Maybe I can do something to help you."

Anne acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a forty year old woman to walk in on a twelve year old boy jerking off. Pat still didn't know what to say. She walked over to him, moved his hand from his prick and pumped it a few times herself. Pat sat there, his eyes big and round, and his chin dropping down to his chest. Anne was jerking him off!

Anne stopped pumping, but kept hold of his prick and rubbed her own crotch with her other hand. She tilted her head to one side and laughed.

"You know, feeling that hard young prick of yours has got me horny too. Tell you what. Why don't you fuck me. I bet you'd like that better than jerking off anyway. I know having a boy fuck me always feels better than finger fucking myself."

Anne said fuck! Pat sat there with Anne's hand wrapped around his throbbing prick. He didn't know what to say.

"What's the matter, Pat? You know what fucking is. I doubt you've done it before but I'm sure you'd like to try it. All boys want to try it when they get to your age and now is as good a time as any to start."

Like all adolescents, Pat thought about fucking all the time, but was frightened by it too. He was afraid of making a fool of himself and he thought he might do something stupid without knowing what it was. He'd talked about it and seen pictures but knew how ignorant he was. He finally found his tongue.

"But, but, I've never done anything like that. I've never seen a girl up close down there. I wouldn't know how to begin or what to do. Uh, I'm scared!"

To prove his last statement he lost his hard on. Anne was holding a limp prick. It didn't bother her at all.

"Oh, you'd be surprised what you know how to do. Let your instinct guide you. As far as never having seen a woman's cunt that's easy to cure. I still haven't got anything on under this housecoat."

Suiting her actions to her words, Anne unzipped her housecoat, and threw it off. She was standing there without a stitch on. As scared as he was, Pat's prick came to attention again.

Anne had big tits that stood straight out from her body, the nipples were pointy, and the skin around the nipples was crinkly. About the level of Pat's eyes was a bush of dark brown hair. There was a separation and he saw a little pink between the outer lips. There were some beads of moisture right along the slit.

"There now you can see a woman up close down there. Why don't you find out what a cunt feels like."

Anne took hold of Pat's hand and moved it up between her legs. It was real slick. His hand moved of its own accord. There was another pair of lips inside and pushed in a finger. It was even slicker. He pushed in two more fingers and wiggled them around. Anne wiggled her hips in response.

"Oooo! That's good. Come on to my bedroom and we'll get that nice hard prick of yours up into my cunt in place of your fingers."

Anne pulled Pat off the toilet and led him to her bedroom. Pat moved like a zombie. He was stunned. A woman was going to fuck him. He wanted to fuck her but he didn't know what exactly what he was supposed to do. He knew that you pushed you prick into that slick sheath that he'd felt, but what did you do then?