Gunrunner 3

When she had barely turned eighteen, Becky had gone for a walk one warm day in mid-June. She had came to a stream and sat down on a grassy knoll under the shade of several trees. Joannie, a younger girlfriend of hers was supposed to meet her here around noon, but Becky had arrived early. It was probably just 11:10 or so. On impulse, Becky decided to go skinny-dipping. Becky was alone, hardly anyone ever came through here, and she had done it before with Joannie. Someone had piled up some rocks just south of where she was sitting and the water at this point was over waist-deep during the spring and early summer. Leaving her dress and underthings behind on the bank, Becky slowly entered the water, feeling her way carefully to avoid the slippery rocks that were just along the edge. She waded in just past waist-deep and dunked her head under the water. Then she quickly threw her upper body back, causing her long hair to fall back over her head and onto her back. She had barely had time to lower herself into the water once more and rise when she heard a splashing behind her. Is that Joannie? She quickly turned and saw a naked man coming around the bend just to the north and wading through the water towards her! Lori saw him just before he spotted her because he was looking down at the water as he waded. It was old Mr. Jones from down the way. Or at least that was what she and Joannie called him, 'Old Mr. Jones,' since he was probably in his forties. The water north of her, being further from the rock dam, was shallow, getting deeper as it came south towards Becky. As a result, Mr. Jones was only in up to his knees, and everything he had was totally exposed. It was obvious that his body had been completely under the water just a short time before because he was dripping, all the way up to the hair on his head, which also was wet. His upper body was dark with golden tan, but from the waist down he was almost pure white. It had the effect of adding emphasis to his nakedness. His testicles, because of the water, were drawn up tight against his scrotum instead of hanging down and swinging back and forth as they normally would. Of course, Becky did not know that, nor did she know that the penis she was staring at was also shrunken up at the moment. His dangling penis was not huge as far as thickness goes, but even in its shrunken state it was long enough for it to hang noticeably lower than his tight testicles as he stood upright, and long enough for it to swing slightly side-to-side as he moved. The fact that he had an excess of foreskin that hung down an inch or so beyond the head also had the effect of making his penis appear longer. Becky caught the movement of his penis, and as she unthinkingly lowered her eyes just slightly for a better look at it, he spotted her from about 12 few feet away. He looked into her face just in time to see where her eyes were looking, and when Becky looked up again, she saw him staring at her, and her face turned red at being 'caught'. "Oh!" she exclaimed in fright and surprise. "Mr. Jones, I, I didn't know you were here." Mr. Jones laughed, though his voice sounded surprised and a little nervous. In any case, he made no effort to conceal himself since Becky had not done so either. She had been shocked at his sudden appearance and fascinated at the sight of the first naked adult male she had ever seen. As a result, Becky had not thought of instantly concealing her breasts, which were shiny with wetness, and topped with firm nipples from the coolness of the water. "No use doing that, Becky, I've already had a nice look at them," Mr. Jones said with a bright smile as she threw both her arms over her breasts. Becky looked into his face, and when she sensed he meant no harm, she slowly allowed her arms to drop back into the water. "I guess you're right, but just so you know," she hesitated, swallowed, then went on, "no man, or no boy has ever seen me undressed before." Mr. Jones nodded and slowly began wading closer to her. "I'm sure of that. I've seen you in church and I know that you are a very nice young lady and would never deliberately show yourself to anyone but your husband, whenever that time may come. But now that I have seen you, I want to be the first to compliment you on how fine your young lady's body is. How old are you now, is it 17?" "I'm 18 now, Mr. Jones. Since the tenth of last month." Becky found herself standing upright and proud as she stood before a man, both of them totally nude, and talking about how old she was. She was in waist deep, but she wondered if the water was clear enough to allow him to see her lower half. She studiously avoided looking at his lower portions, but it was there, and hard to block completely out of her vision. Becky knew that she should look only at his eyes, but under the circumstances, that was hard for her, so she found herself looking to his right and left some of the time. Mr. Jones knew that she was studiously 'avoiding' the appearance of looking at his penis. Soon, if things went the way he wanted, she would be openly staring at it, and maybe touching it. "How time flies. Seems like just yesterday you were wearing pigtails. Well, you are lovely," he said as he looked her over, "I just want you to know that." Unexpectantly for Becky, Mr. Jones, instead of 'not looking at me because it is not right' was instead openly staring at her body. Becky was blushing. He is smiling and there is no doubt that he is admiring my breasts. She felt like she too, should have the right to openly stare at him and study his lower portions, but was too embarrassed to do so. Unknowingly, Becky had set the stage. He had said "I've already had a nice look at them,' and Becky had willingly allowed herself to remain exposed. Her breasts had been mentioned, so it seemed Mr. Jones was now free to openly admire her body and comment on it. Also, he did not seem embarrassed at being totally naked in front of her. Mr. Jones was married. His wife was about ten years younger than he was, and she seemed nice enough. Becky saw her regularly at church and sometimes in town when she was shopping. Mrs. Jones was not very attractive in the face, just 'plain' you might say. But her body, especially her breasts, seemed more than ample under her clothes, and Becky immediately wondered how her own body compared to this man's wife. He had gotten fairly close to her now, and Becky sensed that she should somehow bring this to a close. Mr. Jones was wading closer to the shore than Becky was, and as a result, his penis never dropped into the water, where it would be concealed. He was deliberately doing that so that Becky could see his penis, but of course she didn't know that. He was already thinking ahead. 'The longer I stand naked before her, the more used to my nudity she becomes. Soon I may be able to get closer to her.' Becky was afraid to look down at him, but she could see that it looked like he was a little bit larger down there then he had been before. As a matter of fact, his penis was growing, returning to its normal dangling length as it warmed in the sun. Also, seeing Becky naked and talking about her nude body was having its effect. He was only three feet away now and Becky tried to look Mr. Jones directly in the eyes to avoid any appearance of wanting to see his penis. "I'd better be going now. I was just cooling off." "That's all right young lady. I was just leaving, so you can stay." He waded right past her, just inches away and heading towards the very bank from which she had come. "My clothes are right there," he said, nodding towards the bank. Becky turned and looked, in the process allowing him a good look at her breasts as she twirled around. Becky could have kicked herself. His clothes were right there on the side of the bank, within maybe six feet of where she had lain her dress and underthings, and she hadn't even noticed them. "I see that you put your clothing near my things. Didn't you see mine?" Becky was intrigued once again as she now saw his naked rear for the first time as he climbed the bank. She could even see how the short hairs on the crack of his ass held water, which gleamed in the sunlight. "No, I must have been daydreaming. I would never have came into the water, with no clothes that is, if I had seen them." Mr. Jones stopped with his back to her and spoke. "I understand, but I'm sure glad that you did. I've enjoyed seeing you naked, your top half that is, and knowing that I am the first ever to do so. Someday some very lucky young man is going to marry you, and then he'll be able to explore you all over." His use of the word 'naked' almost hit Becky like a slap. It actually brought out into the open and into the discussion the fact that she, that they were both naked, very naked. He was on the bank now and above her as he suddenly turned towards Becky. The area of his hips was now eye level to her and she saw his organ from a side profile at first and gasped and stared in shock and surprise for an instance before quickly looking away. His penis had suddenly gotten much larger. She didn't know, but it was almost fully erect as he turned, with his penis pointing straight out to the front. As he completed his turn, it was pointed towards her! Becky wanted to see something she had never seen before. Someday, a man would use one of those on her, and she had always been curious. Mr. Jones was willing to help her with her curiosity, it seemed when he softly said, "Don't turn your head." She had begun to look away, and when Becky slowly turned her head back and looked at his penis, while trying not to appear anxious to do so, he smiled. "That's right," he said softly, but loud enough for Becky to hear. "I didn't want to frighten you too much so I moved on past you first before I allowed this to happen. It's all right. I know that you're curious. Go ahead and look at me, I want you to." The sudden change in his body had caught her by surprise, but now he had given her 'permission' to look. With her mouth opened, Becky stared in wonder at the penis, now looking long and hard, and with the long and thickish foreskin still covering the head, but barely. The head, covered by the foreskin, was obviously wider than the shaft. Becky was not really aware of the wider portion being a 'head.' All she knew was that the end of his penis under the foreskin was wider than the shaft. The foreskin, where it wrapped around his head, looked like it was tightly stretched, and was very smooth and shiny. The ridge at the bottom of the head was visible right through the skin. She was looking at his dick, and that was all he needed. As Becky stared in awe, his penis continued to grow, pointing more upright until it was pointing at an angle slightly higher than straight out from his body. As it stiffened the foreskin was pulled back slightly more. At the tip of his penis, part of the head was now showing through an opened part of the foreskin. The hole from where things flowed forth was visible. She felt her face flush, and knew it must look red. Do you want to see me pull back the skin so you can see what's underneath?" Mr. Jones was keeping his hands away from his penis, but he was sort of thrusting his hips forward to add emphasis as to the way his penis was angling upward. Becky continued to stare, and she swallowed the lump in her throat as she slowly nodded a 'yes.' She didn't really know what to expect, but she was certainly willing to look. Becky was standing to his left so he needed to use his right hand so her view would not be blocked. He reached for his penis, placing his right hand back about halfway on the shaft. He looked into Becky's face to make sure she was watching. As Becky stared, Mr. Jones slowly began peeling the foreskin back over his glans as he continued watching her face. The opening in his foreskin seemed to be a little too small for the width of his head and Becky could see that the skin was being stretched even more as the skin came back over the widest part of his head as he pulled. Finally it came back all the way and down towards the shaft, exposing the purple head completely to her view. The foreskin now seemed to wad up and wrinkle all around the shaft behind the head. Because of the thickness of his head and the tightness of his foreskin, his skin would remain pulled back behind the head while he was erect unless he physically moved it with his hand. His foreskin had always been tight, and Mr. Jones had not been able to pull it back and totally expose his head until almost reaching his teen years. Even now, after many thousand masturbating strokes and hundreds of lovemaking sessions, the skin remained tight. If he started having intercourse and had not pulled the skin back first, there was a possibility that the skin might remain over his head for the entire session and lessen the pleasure he felt. Of course, if he continued to do that, his could control his impulse to climax to a much better degree. His wife had asked him about it, and they had discussed it at some length and made the decision that 'once in a while' they would have sex in his 'covered mode' and they would spend more time making love. Of course if Mr. Jones quit trying to control it, he could still reach his orgasm with the skin forward. Apparently, with Becky watching, Mr. Jones had only needed a few more seconds to reach full size, and that one backstroke did the trick. Now fully erect his penis no longer pointed straight out and slightly upward. Now it was pointing almost straight up skyward as he released his hand to allow Becky a better viewing. That head now looked longer and fatter, and it was smooth looking and even seemed to shine in the sun. Mr. Jones had done it slowly, putting on a show for Becky, and seeing the pulling back of his foreskin and the revealing of his head had been one of the most exciting things Becky had ever experienced. Her heart was pounding as she stared at it with opened lips and wide eyes. Mr. Jones shook his hips very slightly side to side, making his penis wave back and forth. "This is what happens to a man when he is excited about his woman and wants to be inside her body and make love to her. Now you have seen it for yourself, and have some idea of what to expect after you are married." Becky managed to look scared before Mr. Jones had a chance to go on. He tried to reassure her. "Don't worry young lady, I'm not going to touch you, but I would sure appreciate seeing your lower half just like you have seen mine. You not only have seen me in the natural state, but also when I am aroused. It would only be fair. Just step up out of the water far enough for me to see more of you. It will be our little secret, and of course I will never tell anyone." Actually, since Mr. Jones had already seen her lovely tits, he knew that he had seen his share already. He had seen her tits fully revealed in their size, and she had seen his penis fully revealed in its size. It was not quite a tit for tat, but rather a 'Tit for that,' you might say. But whatever else he could see, he would gladly accept. Wanting to fix it in her memory, Becky continued to stare at his arousal, now looking to be past seven inches in length though she was not trying to measure it in her mind. The entire body of the penis was white from lack of tan, but the pulling back of the foreskin had shown her that the head was darker, almost a purple in color. It made his penis appear to be made up of two different components and then attached, especially with the difference in width between the shaft and the thicker head. The veiny shaft also seemed to curve slightly off to his left. He began to speak very softly to her and in confidence. "You are the only woman Becky, or girl, to ever see my penis in a full state of erection like this, except for my wife. Now you know what I have, and how much I have to offer her. It is a secret that is now shared between the three of us, but of course my wife must never know that you have seen it." Becky nodded that she understood, and wanted to thank Mr. Jones for sharing this with her, but she remained silent, instead giving him a little smile. He wanted to see more of her. Again he spoke softly. "And now that I have shared a secret with you, you can share your body with me, in secret." Making her decision without much reluctance, Becky slowly nodded as she waded forward towards him enough that her pubic hair came into view. He was on shore and a couple of feet higher than Becky, so he kneeled down into a squatting position in order to better view her. Kneeling, he was keeping his knees wide apart so that she could still see his nakedness. His penis almost touched the ground as he kneeled and it bounced downward. Becky could see though, that his testicles were indeed, touching the ground. They had also warmed in the sun and were beginning to dangle. She could even see drops of water running down his testicles and onto the ground. And on the tip of the head of his penis, she could see a shiny drop. Is that water, or something else? Her heart pounding, Becky came slowly up the bank and stopped about three feet from Mr. Jones. This placed her vagina about a foot higher than his eyes, so that he had to look up in order to see it. Unknown to her, this provided him a much better angle for viewing. She was having very mixed feelings. As Mr. Jones stared at her, Becky strangely felt herself wanting to please him. She didn't owe him anything, but for some reason she felt as if she did, and needed to repay him in any way he pleased. He had shown her his penis, and still was. Only Mrs. Jones knows what it looks like, and now me. It looks so long, so big and hard. "Now stand with your legs a little further apart." It was asking a lot of her, but Becky slowly shuffled her left leg to the side so that her legs were no longer together at the knees. The shore was sandy here, and not uncomfortable for her feet. He looked at her vagina with sort of a frown as he tipped his head sideways, and she sensed that it was not far enough, so she moved her left leg another six inches to the left. Now she was opened a goodly amount, and could even feel the coolness of the air as a little breeze slowly moved through her lips, which were still dripping from the stream. Mr. Jones stared at her for several seconds. He was below her, and Becky could see not only the top of his head, but his penis as it jutted out down below. Becky thought that she could see his penis twitching as he looked at her. He was not looking up into her face, so she felt free to openly stare at his penis. It was pointing almost straight up, and at her face. She could see that that wet spot had enlarged and was now hanging out and down from the head for maybe two or three inches. She should have quickly brought this to a close, but she remained in place, perhaps another 15 seconds. "Is that enough?" Becky looked into his face now as he raised his eyes. She tried to smile and pretend that she was not seeing his penis, which now seemed to have a string of fluid dangling from the tip. If it kept going like that, it would soon be touching the ground. "Yes. Thank you. You are lovely everywhere. Your face, your breasts, and your lower regions all look like God created them for some lucky husband to enjoy. You know," he paused and then went on, "it's almost a shame that only one man will get to enjoy you in ways than can create so much pleasure." He had tossed out a hint, and if she had taken it, he would have taken her. But Becky was innocent, and did not catch the fact that he was making a subtle request. "Yes. Someday I'll be married and that man, whoever he is, will get to see me, and." Becky paused, too embarrassed to venture more. Mr. Jones smiled but sadly as he realized there would be no chance for knowing Becky in intimate ways unless he asked right out, and he was afraid to do that. Still, he wanted to finish her sentence for her. "He will see you naked and his penis will grow, perhaps as large as mine, maybe not. Then he will want to put it inside you, and you will be expected to take it. It may hurt at first, but eventually, if everything is right, you will learn to like it." Becky nodded, knowing that he had finished the sentence she had been afraid to say, even the part about the size. "Now we shall have our little secret that we can share for the rest of our lives." With that, Mr. Jones stood up, and his penis seemed to leap skyward and then fall back again so that it was pointing directly at Becky's face. The string fell away from his penis and onto the bank, but in seconds the string had been replaced with still another. Mr. Jones saw it, and how Becky was staring at it in open fascination. Maybe he could prolong this! He grasped his penis and milked outward. Becky watched, fascinated at seeing the foreskin seem to bunch up and then open up as it slid once again over the head. More fluid emerged, and the string grew longer. "This fluid, Becky, is designed to make it slippery so that this, and he pointed his penis directly at her again as he emphasized it with his hand, "will be able to slip into something small, like what you have there." As he said there, he looked directly at her vagina. Then he almost shocked her with a question. "Would you like to feel it, to see how slippery it is?" Mr. Jones realized, as soon as it had slipped out, that she might think he was asking her if he could place his penis within her instead of the intended 'would you like to feel the slippery juice with your fingers?' And that was exactly the way Becky heard it. She thought he was asking if he could put his penis within her. She looked at his penis, at his shininess, and hesitated. She was seriously thinking about it. She was aroused, although the feeling was new to her. Becky was about to ask if he would be gentle and not hurt her when he, without realizing where she was headed, corrected his question. "What I meant to say Becky, was would you like to feel how slippery it is with your fingers?" Becky said, "Oh," and nodded her head dumbly. He sensed that she was afraid to touch him so he reached down with two fingers of his right hand and dipped them into the string that was now dangling down almost six inches. The string wrapped around his fingers and he held them out. "Here, feel how slippery." Becky swallowed, and then, her hand shaking slightly, reached out and allowed him to touch her fingers with his. She trembled as their fingers came into a first contact between them, and she felt a strange tingling between her legs. He dabbed some of the clear fluid onto her fingers and said, "Now run your fingers over it." Becky did as requested and was surprised. It was so smooth and slippery feeling, and she began running her fingers around and around together, marveling at the feel. "You see, with that fluid, a man can enter into a woman and it will, in most cases, feel good to her rather than hurting. The fit between them could be quite tight, like it probably would be between your little vagina and my penis, which is rather large." He hesitated, looked at her first and knew what she might be imagining in her mind, then added, "and a woman has her own fluid too, when she is aroused, and she gets slippery inside." Becky continued to run her fingers around one another and softly mumbled, "I understand." She still was considering the possibility of allowing this man to know her body in intimate, forbidden ways. She could not help but think of that 'tight fit' he had mentioned. "Later," he went on, "when the lovemaking has been going on for a while, the man reaches," Mr. Jones hesitated. He was going to say 'reaches his orgasm,' but that would end his explanation a little too quickly, and she might not know what that meant. He wanted to describe the intimate act in more detail though it meant being perhaps a little too graphic for her ears and see if he could possibly arouse Becky. So after a second's hesitation he added, "after the man has placed his penis into her there" he said, pointing at her vagina, "and moved his penis back and forth and in and out of her. actually, 'in and out' is just a phrase," he added. "Once the man goes inside her, he usually goes forward and backward, but keeps his penis inside of her most of the time." He looked to Becky for acknowledgment, received it, and went on. "They both become very excited because, well because it feels so good." Wanting to emphasize how it would feel to her, he hesitated, and added, "and if the man is doing it right for the woman, it feels the same for her too. It feels very, very good. Then, after they have been making love for a while, maybe with a lot of kissing, and when the time is right, he becomes even more excited. It's like a pressure building up inside the man and finally it all just 'lets go' inside and another kind of fluid comes out." He hesitated when Becky seemed to frown, so he pointed and explained: "Another kind of fluid comes out here," and he placed a finger on the tip of his penis, directly over the hole. That fluid, called 'semen' looks thicker than this clear fluid and is whiter in color. That is the fluid that creates babies, thought it can only happen at certain times of the month for the woman." He had been quick to add the last part, just in case she might want to try anything, anything at all. As Mr. Jones was speaking, he milked his penis again, and a larger string of pre-cum dripped out, and fell onto the ground. There was silence as Becky stared in awe at how much pre-fluid there had been. When she made no comment, he felt suddenly embarrassed about what he had been doing. All he had to do at this point was to ask, to suggest, and she would be his for the taking. But he dared not ask. "So now you know why I was dripping." Feeling self-conscious now, he slowly walked over to the heap of clothes and began dressing, pulling his trousers over damp legs and having to take time to stuff his penis, still erect, into his fly. Apparently he had not been wearing any kind of underwear today. Becky felt that she should say something as she watched him dress. Without thinking about it, she was continuing to stand with her legs wide apart. "Thank you, Mr. Jones, for the lesson. I didn't know all that." Mr. Jones seemed embarrassed now at what he had said and done. He merely smiled and nodded as he tucked his shirt in and buttoned his fly. After slipping on his boots, he seemed to hesitate. Becky could see that his penis was bulging in his trousers. Mr. Jones wanted to say something more to her, she could tell, but then he thought better of it. He turned to leave, and she spoke. "I have a friend, Joannie Waters. She's supposed to meet me here at noon." Becky hesitated, afraid to say what she was thinking. "Yes, Becky?" There was hope in his voice. "Joannie is supposed to get here about noon." Becky repeated again, and then hesitated, still unable to continue with what she was thinking. Mr. Jones sensed that if there was time, who knows? Was it possible that this lovely gal also wanted him to display himself to her girlfriend? What a thought! He knew Joannie, having also seen her at church and a few functions. She was a little doll, but if he had to choose, Becky was the girl he would love to fuck if he ever dared to ask and she allowed it to happen. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a watch on a fob. He was elated as he saw the time. "It's just half past eleven," he said, barely able to conceal his excitement. "She won't be here for another half-hour if she comes on time. What is it that you want to say?" Becky gulped. Then gathered up her nerve. "You still look like you, like it is up, I don't know what you call it." He laughed. "Yes, my penis if that is what you are referring to is still 'up'. We call that being hard, or erect. That is two terms you can use to refer to my, shall we say, condition?" He was being casual about it, giving Becky the nerve to speak her piece. "You mentioned other stuff coming out. White and thicker that makes babies. Could I see it? I mean, not in me, just." She hesitated, afraid to ask him any further. She did not exactly know about a climax, or what it was called. But she knew that something further had to happen to make the 'white stuff' come out. If he needed to put it inside her first, she would allow that. Mr. Jones was elated. She wanted to see him come and boy did he ever need just that! "I understand. You want me to show you what the juice that makes babies looks like. For that to happen, since I won't be inside you, or a woman", he quickly added, I have to play with it until I reach what is called an 'orgasm.' That is the point that feels best when a man and a woman make love. It all feels good, but that is the best feeling of all, although it only lasts for maybe.fifteen seconds. "A woman feels an orgasm too," he was quick to add, "if the man, her husband is doing it right. Tell you what. You stand up here on the bank while I stand down in the water. I will make it come out, while you keep an eye down the road once in awhile so that no one sees me." He smiled at her. "If I get to look at your body while I do it, I can make it happen much quicker." He hesitated, then decided to 'include' her in what was about to happen. "Since you are right here, and I will be looking at you, I will be thinking about doing it, making love with you as I look at you." Once again dropping a hint, he had placed special emphasis on the word 'you.' "Don't be embarrassed about that, but I just want you to know I'll be pretending in my mind that I'm inside you and doing it with you because I'm seeing you. Is that all right with you?" Becky actually felt disappointment that he was not going to place his penis within her. But still, she was going to get to see the juice he had talked about! Barely able to contain her excitement, Becky agreed, and slipping his clothes off, Mr. Jones stepped down into the water, going about knee deep. Then, with a sudden change of heart, he climbed back onto level ground again. He looked into Becky's eyes and down at himself. "Do you want to touch it once just to see how it feels?" His penis was pointing up at her, from less than a foot away from her lower portions, although because of his longer legs and the length of his penis it was closer to her belly button than her vagina. Becky licked her lips. She was afraid to touch it, but Mr. Jones seemed to want her to do so. Also, she was curious, very curious. Becky hesitated, then, making what possibly was the most adventurous move of her life to date, she slowly reached out with her right hand. Staring intently so that she could also see exactly what she was touching, Becky very gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft, just below the head. His head, being wider, actually almost blocked her view of her fingers. Becky held still, barely daring to breathe. Her heart was pounding as she held the strange, warm meat in her hand. Her longest middle finger could touch her thumb, but barely. She hesitated, then dared to say what she was thinking. "It feels so, so hard, and yet so soft at the same time." Her voice sounded almost like a child as she gave him a gentle squeeze. He laughed, then gave her a warm smile. "Can I feel your breasts while you feel me?" The question caught her completely by surprise, but Becky took it in stride. What he was asking to do was way less than what she might have been willing to allow him to do. "I guess that would be all right, fair, I mean. I feel you, you feel me." Inside, Becky's heart was pounding. She was extremely excited, more so over the adventure of learning something new rather than the sexual aspects of it. What was happening she knew was absolutely forbidden, and a sin in the eyes of her Lord, but she could not stop what was happening. Mr. Jones could not believe what was happening. In just an instance, he had gone from putting his boots on and walking away, to fondling Becky's breasts while she was holding his penis, and he was going to get to come! Becky trembled as Mr. Jones reached out with both hands and almost timidly cupped her breasts. Her heart pounded as he squeezed them very gently, once twice, and once again. "Oh Becky. These are nice, very nice. You have beautiful breasts." The next time, as he adjusted his fingers and knowing now that Becky was not going to change her mind, he gave her a good squeeze, taking both entire breasts into his hands, although she had more than his hands could cover. Then holding onto them, he spoke. "Go ahead, give it a squeeze and then a stroke up and down." Becky did just that, stroking upward and in the process bringing his foreskin along for the ride. She stared in awe, fascinated at the way his skin tightly covered the head while at the same time more pre-fluid poured out and over her fingers. Then she lowered her hand, having to use a little bit of strength because the foreskin was such a tight fit. She pulled the skin along as she went all the way to the bottom until her bottom finger went deep into his pubic hair. She came up once again, just one last stroke, and sure enough, more fluid magically poured forth. "Just think, Becky. If we were married, while we were kissing, I would be putting that inside of you, in that magic place down there. Do you think it would feel good?" He was still holding her breasts in his hands and gently kneading them. She stared down at what she was holding almost in awe. It looked and felt very large to her. In actuality, Mr. Jones had a shaft that was thin in relation to his length, but his head was quite wide. If the thickness of his head had continued down the shaft, Mr. Jones would have a very impressive piece of manhood. As it was, it was still larger than average. Becky had no way of knowing how he compared to other men. All she knew was that this penis in her hand seemed very large, and it was like a toy that she wanted to play with, and explore. Mr. Jones wanted to know if she thought it would feel good inside her. During explorations in bed at night, she had touched herself inside, and she knew how small she felt. "I, I don't know. I've touched myself, down there, and I'm much smaller than, than this. It would hurt, I think." She ran her hand up over the head, feeling how wide his head was under her fingers, then pulled the skin down again, exposing the head. "It, this part up here." "That's what is called the 'head' Becky. That's the most common term." "Yes, the head, your head. It seems pretty wide, pretty big, and it would hurt me, I'm sure." "I know what your are thinking. Mrs. Jones, on our wedding night was afraid at first when she first saw and touched it. It took a while, and I was gentle, and once I had the head past her, at the beginning of her hole, then everything was fine." "Did she like it?" "Yes, very much so, in the following days." He hesitated. Perhaps he had played down the taking of his wife's virginity too much. He wanted Becky to continue to think of how large he was, and maybe have her think of him as being even larger. So he needed to use his wife as an illustration. Yet, at the same time, if he overdid it, Becky would be afraid to allow him to penetrate her, if it ever came down to it. He decided to cover his wedding night in a little greater depth. "I can trust you to keep this as a further secret between the two of us?" Becky nodded eagerly, sensing that she was about to hear something intimate and personal. "That first night between my wife and I was mostly a matter of adjusting to one another. She was tight down there, just like you say you are. "You're too big for me," she said. Her eyes got big and she said that as soon as she first saw me. I asked her if she wanted to 'wait,' which to be honest is the last thing I wanted to do. I knew that sooner or later we were going to have to have intercourse, but I was trying to be patient and understanding. But she felt around me with her fingers, right on the head there like you are doing now." Becky giggled, because she had been wrapping her fingers around the thick head of his cock at the same time he had told of his wife doing the same thing. She was feeling a little more confident now and less shy about what they were doing. She gave Mr. Jones a little squeeze and a stroke on his penis to encourage him. "My wife took a deep breath, said she wanted to become a woman and for me to do it quickly. I tried to be careful, but she still cried out in pain and began shaking and crying a little bit. I know this might sound kind of cold, but it was feeling so good to me that I was wanting to shove it all the way in. But after I stopped with it part of the way in, she insisted that I finish and I did, although to be honest I didn't last very long." "You mean that you.?" Yes, I was so excited that I had my orgasm. I, well, I put a lot of man juice into her, like you are going to see in just a minute." "What about your wife? What happened next? And does she like it now?" Wanting to hear it all, Becky continued to stroke his penis, slowly, gently and lovingly. "She got used to it, and now, even after her having children, I am still large enough that the fit is somewhat tight between us." "And now, how does she like it now?" Becky's voice sounded as if she was anxious to hear, and possibly aroused at hearing this story. "She wants to do it quite often. Not as much as when we were first married of course since we have been together for a long time, but she still enjoys it, and usually reaches her orgasm." Becky's face turned red as she realized how personal her questioning had been. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so personal." "That's all right Becky. That is how one learns, which is exactly what I am doing with your breasts at the moment." "Oh!" Mr. Jones was fondling her breasts lovingly now, kneading them and even touching her erect nipples. He had brought Becky around to the point of discussing possible sex between the two of them, and his heart was pounding. "Yes, if you and I were having sex for instance, it would hurt some, maybe more than a little bit the first time I put it in you, but after that, it would feel even better each time we did it. Eventually, with lots of kissing and feeling it going in and out, or rather, back and forth inside of you, you would also reach that point where it feels best, the place where I, I mean where the man shoots white stuff out. The woman also feels the same thing, the same sensations, although she doesn't shoot white stuff out. " Becky felt as if she was sharing something special with Mr. Jones as she replied, "Yes, I think I understand what it is you are talking about. I hope I have a happy marriage with a man that knows how to, how to make me happy." She gave him another stroke as she spoke, going all the way down and up again. By now, her fingers were soaked. Then embarrassed at what she had done but strangely feeling elated, she almost giggled as she released her grip. There was an awkward moment, and then Mr. Jones laughed softly. He had mentioned putting himself into her, but she had innocently asked about his marriage and gone on talking about her future marriage. That had dashed any hopes he had about doing more with her. "Thank you Becky. That felt very good, I want you to know. Now I'll show you that other fluid I talked about, and how it looks." With that, Mr. Jones reluctantly released his grip from her breasts and stepped down into the water once again. Becky in the meantime was rubbing her fingers together, again marveling at how slippery the fluid he had dribbled onto her felt. She felt a sudden urge to taste it, but resisted. "Now I'm below you a little bit. Stand there with your legs opened wide, real wide. I want to see inside you, where my penis would go if we were man and wife. I'll look at you while you watch me and watch for anyone coming." Becky placed her feet almost two feet apart, opening her slit almost as far as it would go without being digitally manipulated. And that is how it happened. Becky stared in fascination as Mr. Jones ran his foreskin back and forth, going over the head and then most of the way back on his shaft. Stroking himself slowly, Mr. Jones was worried about Becky's girl friend arriving and needed to hurry, but he was doing his best to hold back. Regardless, reaching his orgasm would not take long. The vision of her lovely little vagina completely exposed and opened before him was more than a man could take. From his low angle he not only could see her slit, but even a little hint of inside. The way that Becky was staring with fascination at his penis was adding to his excitement. Oh how he wanted to fuck her, to fuck Becky and bury himself as deep as possible inside her and feel her arms and her legs wrap around his body. But he didn't dare. He might have 'hinted' a little stronger to see how she would feel about that if it were not for the fact that her friend Joannie might arrive at any moment. If he were to be inside her, he would or could not complete the act in any case. There was always the fear of pregnancy. But to just slip his penis inside her, to take her virginity and be the first to show her how wonderful full penetration would feel, that would be something neither of them would ever forget. But of course, that was only a fantasy. Unknown to him, Becky was also thinking along those same lines. She should not allow him to take her virginity of course, but she was also wondering what it might feel like. That long thing, big around to her way of thinking, would hurt for sure. But what would it feel like? One minute after beginning, he spoke, his voice sounding ragged as he made an excuse for being so quick. He wanted to delay this so bad. But there was also the possibility that Joannie might show up, coming down that road. The last thing he wanted now was to not get to finish what they but especially he had started. "I usually take longer, but I don't want Joannie to catch us. Could you stand with your legs even further apart?" Becky found herself growing even more excited. She could sense what Mr. Jones was feeling and thinking. Wanting to please him, and thoroughly excited about what was happening, Becky moved her feet apart even wider, almost as far as her legs would allow. She almost lost her balance from her wide stance and regained it. Now her lips were opened as wide as possible without being touched by fingers, and Mr. Jones could not only see through her crack from front to back from his angle, but also was getting a better look up inside her, as much as her tightness would allow. But there was still more to be seen. "Could you use your fingers and pull yourself open? I'll be able to see what you look like down there if I were getting ready to put this.me inside you. That would make me very happy. Remember that I am thinking of having it inside you. Ooooh, I am almost there." Her heart pounding from excitement, Becky daringly did as he asked, reaching down with both hands and tugging herself opened. She looked into his face, smiled, and then stared down at his penis, which he was busily stroking. She had been thinking, wondering what it would be like to allow Mr. Jones to be inside her. 5698 1.66/512345