Curt Aldrich: Little Beths Boyfriends

"Spread your Barbie dolls out on the sand and play with them," Cathy told her baby sister as the 16-year-old blonde took off on a lope across the beach. "I'll be back later!"

Cathy's plump buttocks twisted provocatively in orange bikini pants which failed to conceal them. Much of the fabric was caught in the crack between her ass cheeks. The satiny swells quivered as she ran.

A white-haired man who sat on a blanket, next to his dozing wife, felt an uncommon stirring in trunks as Cathy's tantalizing bottom wiggled past, nearly close enough for him to take a bite of it.

The eyes of a young passerby were brightened by the bouncy quiver of her tits. Cathy was the proud possessor of a pair which resembled sponge-rubber balls, except for the rigid tips which projected from their crests. Her bikini top came high enough only to conceal the thrusting stems, while revealing the rims of her pink aureoles. The swelling orbs on which her nipples sat were alive with vibrating motion.

Cathy's baby sister, Beth, had just begun to sprout nubbins at the age of twelve. Cathy's opulent breasts and curvy bottom frightened Beth, when she thought that she herself might possess such bulges some day.

The hair on her sister's body was even more frightening. Beth had no hair between her legs at all.

She differed from her sister Cathy in another way as well: Beth had no interest in boys. She was happy to play with her dolls and to fantasize about a glamorous life without boys. A girl's body was just something to put pretty clothes on, as far as Beth was concerned.

"Hi! See anything interesting!"

The blond, muscular lifeguard to whom Cathy had called turned from scanning the water and looked down at her, standing at the foot of his tower. He grinned behind dark glasses.

"Now I do!" he said, ogling Cathy's breasts.

"Well, just what do you see?" she teased, twisting languidly so that her breasts wobbled to and fro in their flimsy wrap-around.

The lifeguard scurried down his ladder, bounding onto the sand in front of her. He wrapped strong hands around her upper arms and gazed down at the creamy globes that rose insolently from her bikini top.

"I see the juiciest set of tits on the beach," he said.

"Boyd, you dirty guy!" Cathy scolded, laughing.

The lifeguard glanced quickly around him. The beach was lightly populated on that early summer's weekday. Deciding that there was no one close enough to be shocked, Boyd hooked two fingers around the center of Cathy's bra and yanked it down. Her tits leaped out to stand quivering in pink-nippled perfection.

She gasped, and a blush came to her cheeks. "Are you crazy? Not out in the open!"

"Then let's get into my tent," Boyd said. "I've got a hard-on already."

A downward sweep of Cathy's blue eyes told her that it was true. The young man's swim-trunks were bulging before the urgent thrust of his prick.

Cathy turned and, holding an arm across jiggly breasts, dodged under the three-sided canvas shelter that faced the sea at the base of the life-guard's tower. She tumbled onto Boyd's blanket.

He was right after her, tumbling onto the blanket also. He clutched Cathy. They rolled and giggled. His mouth was hot on hers, his tongue spearing. Cathy felt his dick pressing her thigh, then the grasp of his hand around a bulging breast.

Boyd squeezed her firm titty and plucked at the nipple while they kissed. Thrills radiated through the responsive girl.

Her mother would have been shocked if she had known Cathy was letting a young man get to her that way, but Cathy couldn't have cared less. She was at the rebellious age. Before she'd given Boyd her virginity, life had been a drag. Since then it was one luscious thrill after another.

Cathy's hand stroked the lifeguard's big, hairy chest. She plucked at the wiry ringlets. All the while his demanding tongue was thrashing in her mouth, making her think of how his cock felt when it probed somewhere else.

Her hand skidded down to his trunks, and she grasped at the hardness which was stretching them out of shape.

Boyd pulled his mouth from hers with a gasp. "When you grab me there, I go crazy!" he said.

"I want you to go crazy with me!" Cathy exclaimed, and kept massaging his constricted hard-on through the single garment.

The youth drove his face to her breasts and sucked up a thrusting, hard nipple. He bathed the tingling titty-tip in his warm mouth, thrilling Cathy. She struggled blindly with the young man's trunks, pulling them partway down. But his big prick was so stiff that it kept them from gliding off.

Boyd raised his mouth from her gleaming, wet nipple and looked at what she was doing. Cathy looked, too.

Boyd's trunks had skidded low enough to expose the top of his pubic patch, but they clung to the towering projection of his penis. Only the base of the pole was revealed, where it soared up from his golden thicket.

He took hold of the top of his trunks and stretched them as he squirmed. The garment pulled his prick down, then relinquished it with a snap. The bulb-ended shaft bobbed up and down springily before locking into a high-aiming thrust. The head swelled, rosy and plump.

The stalk was super-stiff.

Cathy gazed at it as if hypnotized. She hadn't gotten sufficiently used to Boyd's prick yet to take it for granted, if she ever could.

Her slender, delicate fingers crept around it. Boyd watched, and thrilled, as her hand took hold. Squeezing his cock, she watched its head bulge even larger than before.

"What a thing!" she said excitedly.

"Call it by its right name, why don't you?" Boyd suggested.

"It has different names, doesn't it?" Cathy asked sexily as she stroked it.

"Yeah. Use 'em all."

"But they're dirty!"

"So what?"

So what, indeed! Cathy thought. Even if sex was dirty, it was fun!

"Cock!" Cathy said, as if she had uttered a major pronouncement. She looked at Boyd shyly and blushed.

"What other names for it do you know?" Boyd asked, writhing voluptuously under her caress.

"Prick!" Cathy said, blushing more. It stimulated her to use forbidden words.

"How about another one?"

"Rod?" Cathy said, intoning it as a question.

"Okay. More."

"Well…dick?"

"More yet," Boyd urged, squirming in the delightful clasp of her hand.

"I don't know any more," Cathy said, gazing at the beautiful long rod she was holding.

"How about pecker?"

Cathy giggled. "That sounds so cute!" She tried it out: "I dig your pecker!" She laughed and blushed some more.

Boyd had taken just about all of her verbal and stroking stimulation that he could stand. He was anxious to take off her bikini pants and get into action.

His hand slid down her dimpled belly and stroked the triangular front of her lower garment. He felt Cathy's fur through the thin cloth. Her pubic delta was plump and inviting. His caress warmed her tremendously.

She wanted him to take her bikini off.

Her hips lifted from the blanket in mute invitation, and Boyd grasped her frail briefs. Down they came in one yank, revealing her lovely blonde bush. She raised her legs as Boyd pulled her bikini away.

He moved her tanned legs apart and looked between them.

Cathy felt embarrassed-but excited, also-to have him staring between her legs. The youth's cock quivered as he gazed at her pink slit which bisected the curly forest between her thighs. Her stroking of him, and the dirty words he had coaxed her to use had moistened her pussy until it gleamed.

The trouble was, Boyd couldn't see enough of it, even though he spread her legs wide apart. Her pussy was tight, and the outer labia didn't separate very far. Boyd slid his hands up her satiny thighs, giving Cathy a new sweet thrill, and touched her soft, moist center with his thumbs.