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The Tick Incident Ch. 01

By: bess_armstrong



Temple, Texas was a quiet place in 1979, the kind of place where you had to make your own fun. 

Richard Parker knew this more than anybody, and he and his buddies always were keeping busy doing something. Swimming down by the lake and hanging out at "Old Man" Custard's Ranch, riding horses, were two of the things that kept boredom from setting in. 

But Temple wasn't just some dustbowl, as outsiders might see it. It had its charm. And the most charming person in Richard's life was his step mother, Carrie. 

Carrie had married Richard's father, Neil, five years earlier, just a short time after Neil had gotten divorced. Richard was still very close with his real mom, Candace, who in turn still had a friendly relationship with Neil. The two simply had grown apart, and felt it was time to move on.

Richard kind of saw Carrie as a warm-hearted friend more than a mother type. She was always very kind to him, didn't boss him around, and gave him his space. The two had grown pretty close since Neil was often out of town on business. 

And Carrie was a young woman. The full-time nurse was just 35, and her looks suggested she was even younger than that. She had beautiful brown hair, her bangs often hanging over her pretty brown eyes. She had such a pretty smile, perfect pearly whites, and when she laughed, it just made you feel good. She would either giggle in a real cute way, or laugh heartily, creating the kind of rich laughter that suggested she really loved life. 

Around this time, however, Richard, now 18, began to notice in greater detail some other aspects of Carrie's beauty. His step mom was very well endowed. Her enormous breasts constantly stole Richard's attention, as he often saw them either bouncing around in a bathing suit or filling out a loose-fitting shirt. 

He had once almost caught sight of them totally bare, by mistake, when Carrie came out of the bathroom. She had thought no one was home, and could make it to the bedroom without any clothes. When she opened the door, there was Richard, and she instinctively went to cover her breasts with her one arm, and cover her lower half with the other. 

Richard's eyes widened as he saw the outer edges of her massive breasts, seeing they actually hung down a bit when not supported by a bra. As her other arm flashed down to cover her other special area, Richard's eyes followed it, and he saw how her tiny hand barely could cover what looked to be a substantial bush. Some dark brown hair poked out around her fingers.

His heart raced. It was the first scrap of female nudity he had ever seen up close. 

Richard simply froze in his tracks. 

Carrie, startled, cried out "Richard?! I didn't think anybody was home."

As he finally turned away, she grabbed a towel, and Carrie was more amused than upset. She seemed to take delight in how embarrassed Richard was in nearly seeing her naked. She thought it was so cute how he blushed. 

The incident was never even brought up with the rest of the family, but Richard always had the image of his hot step mom clutching to cover herself firmly in his mind. She also had the cutest feet he had ever seen, and often fantasized about sucking on her toes. 

And when Carrie would often sit next to Richard, with her legs crossed, he found it the perfect opportunity to check out her gorgeous thighs. Richard had a fixation with them. 

Carrie grew up on a ranch, doing her share of physical labor, so she had always been fit. Not overly muscular, just a full-bodied woman. 

She had big, thick thighs that Richard nearly drooled on every time he layed eyes on them. They weren't skinny twigs like some girls had. These were well-rounded, succulent beauties, and Richard would always try to sit close to Carrie when she was wearing a nice pair of shorts, or hanging by the pool in a bathing suit. 

The image of her big, tan thighs would be in his mind when he had his most private moments. Another aspect of Carrie's beautiful anatomy was her nice round bottom. Or as Richard and his friends would call it, a "bubble butt." 

Carrie had a sweet, juicy ass that she liked to show off. She often wore tight shorts that hugged each of her big cheeks, and when she wore a bathing suit, Richard would look forward to when she was coming out of the pool, just so he could sneak a peak as the bathing suit clung to her ass for a split second as she was getting out. 

Now as much as Richard was feeling a strong attraction to his step mom, he never once was forward with her. That was his dad's wife. And that's how he saw her. But it didn't stop him from fantasizing about Carrie, and that, quite simply, was what boys did at Richard's age. 

And speaking of Richard's age, there was another 18-year-old in the Parker household. And her name was Janet, Carrie's 18-year-old daughter. 

Carrie had Janet just a few months after graduating from high school, and the two were like buddies, not just because there wasn't too big a difference in age, but also because Carrie spent almost all her time with Janet as she was growing up. There wasn't another man that stuck around until Neil came along, and Carrie devoted almost all her life to raising her daughter.

And the young brunette was a good girl. She was a good student, a popular kid at school, and she had her mom's great looks, and build. 

Janet wasn't perfect though. She often had a problem with curfue, liked to curse, and did like to party. 

Richard found his stepsis to be kind of cool, and for the most part, enjoyed her company. The two had just graduated from high school, and neither felt like getting a part time job before starting college in the fall. So they saw an awful lot of each other, as they both did a good deal of hanging out on the couch, just watching T.V.

Janet was sometimes bratty to Richard, sometimes annoying, as any step sibling might be. But he also liked checking out her hot body, and Janet, like her mom, liked to show it off. 

But with all this talk about Carrie and Janet's unique endowments, there should be some talk of Richard's special, most private body parts.

After mentioning that Richard was a good-looking kid, with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a toned build, the most striking aspect of his anatomy would also have to be detailed.

Richard had an enormous penis. The kind of penis you don't often see. 

He knew from a young age that he was much bigger than most boys. He took pride in it, yet also was embarrassed about it somewhat. It sometimes made him feel different rather than special. The dreaded word "freak" would often come up in his mind.

His penis hung down between his legs, well past his balls, like a thick summer sausage, and he often had to be mindful to conceal the rather large bulge in his pants. 

All of this sexual tension around Carrie and Janet was seemingly about to boil over in the summer of '79, and it happened on a day that started innocently enough. 

Richard and Janet were busy flipping channels, and on one of the stations, a topless woman appeared. Richard found instant delight in the naked beauty, and Janet kept the channel on seemingly just to gripe. 

"Now see," she began, "why is it always a naked woman? You never see naked men in movies."

Richard gave her statement little thought as he feasted his eyes on the well-endowed gal, her big, naked breasts filling up the television screen. But then Janet clicked to another channel, and giggled at Richard's disappointment. 

Later in the afternoon, the two kids and Carrie went to the nearby lake for the day. It had just rained the last few days so it was a little too cold to go swimming. So the three just enjoyed a nice, long walk. 

When they got home, Richard talked to his dad, who was in Tampa at the time, and then after that phone call was getting ready to go to bed. Only he had an itch, a real itch. 

He dug down between his legs, into his lower right thigh, and felt a bump. Oh no. He pulled his pajama bottoms and underwear down, and looked closely at his thigh. He saw a tick, which had embedded itself in his skin, most likely during the walk by the lake. He picked at it, but could not get it out. He panicked a bit. 

Richard decided to seek Carrie's advice. He raced downstairs and into the kitchen, and had to pull Carrie away from chatting with her daughter. 

Carrie, who herself was getting ready for bed, as she was dressed only in a pair of snug, gray shorts and a t-shirt, followed Richard into the other room.

"Carrie, I have a tick," he told her. She gasped. 

"Where?" came the next logical question. 

"Um," Richard began nervously, "like on my thigh, around here."

He motioned to his lower crotch, not far from the huge, hanging member aforementioned in this tale. 

"Oh, God," Carrie said, voicing her concern. "Well it's nothing to worry about, sweetie, let me have a look."

Richard, for the moment, followed his step mom upstairs to the bathroom, but then started to get fidgety. 

"Can't we go to the hospital?" he asked. 

"Richard, I'm a nurse," she reminded him. "I'm sure it's nothing we can't take care of here."

A look of anxiety came across his face.

"Besides," she said, flipping on the light in the bathroom, "the hospital is a half hour away. Look at me, do I look ready to go out?"

She was dressed in a real skimpy outfit, just something to wear to bed, but she still looked so good. 

"Come on," she said, "let me take a look."

Richard reluctantly pulled his pajama bottoms down, letting them fall to the floor. Carrie could now see him in just his underwear, which made her giggle.

"It's not funny," he said with a light laugh. 

"It's okay, Richard," she reassured him. As Carrie went to look for the tick, Richard noticed her eyes dart towards the massive bulge in his underwear, and she seemingly took note of it. It looked like she found it striking. 

But she went along with inspecting where the tick was, and after a few frustrated groans, she gave Richard some uncomfortable news. 

"Sweetie, I...I'm gonna need you to take your underwear off," she said. "I think that's the only way I'm gonna be able to get to this thing."

She said it with relative ease, and was already reaching for the tweezers in the cupboard. Richard froze. 

"Richard?" she repeated, now with the tweezers in her right hand. "Come on, I need you to pull down your underwear."

He was understandably reluctant to do so. And she realized this. Carrie sighed. 

"Richard, hon," she began. "I'm a nurse. Believe me, I've..."

She looked at him with those sweet brown eyes.

"I've seen just about every pickel in the barrel," she told him. That made Richard chuckle, and okay, he got it - his step mom was comfortable with seeing men nude. It was part of her job. But he still wasn't comfortable with her seeing him nude. Especially with the unique growth he had in his pants, and we're not talking about the tick.

"Just pull down your underwear," she told him soothingly. 

He took a deep breath, like he was bracing himself for a big jump into the nearby lake. And this was quite a jump indeed. It was the first time any woman was going to see Richard naked, and it happened to be his step mom. 

He slowly took down his underwear, and his long, dangling dong was revealed, as the thick tube of meat hung lazily over his huge egg-shaped balls. His mammoth cock, although totally flaccid, hung nearly halfway to his knees. 

Richard watched Carrie's reaction throughout this whole thing, and he noticed how at first, she tried to maintain sort of a professionalism about the whole thing, but as his whopper was revealed, she noticeably jumped back a bit, her eyes widening with fascination. 

Richard took his underwear all the way down, letting it drop to the floor like he did his pajama bottoms. Now Carrie, for a change, was the one that froze. 

"Richard," she began, still with wide eyes. "That's uh...that's..."

She shook her head with a big smile. 

"That's quite a banana you have there, young man," she said. They both laughed. He thought it was cute how she didn't want to use a dirty word for his penis. 

Richard expected her to go right back to working on the tick, but she instead knelt down before him, fascinated with the marvelous appendage that was hanging just a few feet from her face. 

"You know you're not like most boys, right," Carrie said, amused. He knew exactly what she was referring to, a smirk coming over his face. Carrie eyed his enormous member.

"My goodness, Richard," she said, now ducking her head a bit, giggling. "That's just about the largest penis I've ever seen."

She was now openly referring to his endowment, which he enjoyed, and he thought he would join in.

"I ain't ever seen one as big as mine," he said. 

"Oh no?" she asked as she now got ready with the tweezers once again. 

"Except on the horses down at 'Old Man' Custard's Ranch," Richard added. 

Carrie burst out laughing, and this time instead of trying to go on with her task, she gave into belly-aching laughter, falling back on her butt and holding her stomach as she cracked up.

"What?!" she asked Richard rhetorically, even though she understood him perfectly. 

"I'm serious," he went on. 

"You are unique," Carrie said, wiping a few tears from her eyes from laughing so hard. "Now I must (laugh). Now I must get going with this here. Let's focus."

Carrie realized she would need Richard to help her with the procedure. 

"Why don't you hold him up and out of the way," she said, referring to his penis as 'him.' "And his two friends."

Richard grabbed his balls, and his flaccid tool, and held them up so that she could inspect the area underneath. 

She made small talk, or big talk, depending how you look at it.

"You're father is very well endowed," she said openly as she began to pluck away at the tick. 

"Okay, I didn't need to know that," he said with a laugh. She chuckled. 

"I'm just saying," she told him. "I think big ones run in your family, that's all. It's definitely nothing to be ashamed of...Dammit."

She was having trouble getting the tick out.

"So is this...normal?" Richard asked, referring to his penis, seeking some reassurance that his massive organ did not make him a freak. 

"No, oh Heavens no," Carrie said, stopping what she was doing and making eye contact with the young man. "Believe me, what you have is not normal, by any means."

She filled the room with her jovial laugh. Richard, meanwhile, felt embarrassed.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it," she told him, rubbing his arm. "You're just (laugh)...you're just hung like a horse, that's all."

Her candid remark made Richard happy, almost too happy. He felt his penis starting to grow into an erection. No longer was he shy about being naked in front of Carrie. He was really beginning to enjoy it. 

The way she was kneeling in front of him, he could see the tops of her large breasts, and he also could see her amazing thighs. 

The more he looked, the more excited he got. And Carrie was so busy trying to get the tick out, it took the attention off his massive boner, which he now struggled to conceal. 

"Sweetie, hold these for a moment so I don't lose them, I'm gonna look for a different pair," Carrie said to Richard, handing him the tiny tweezers. He hesitated to take the tweezers from her, but he had no choice. 

He took his hands away from his penis, and his enormous boner sprang free, bouncing in the open air. 

"Oh my," Carrie laughed. Richard couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, like he didn't want to have such a huge erection at this time, but his big dick did little to cooperate, seemingly begging for attention and bouncing and throbbing right in Carrie's view. 

"Seems this ordeal has really gotten you excited," Carrie said, staring openly at his lengthy hard-on. 

"It's not the ordeal," Richard fired back. "It's...your legs..."

Carrie was surprised, but flattered. 

"I'm sorry, Carrie," he said. "I can't help it."

"It's okay," she reassured him. 

She looked at his cock as if she was beholding a beautiful painting, a work of art. His huge erection stood up tall, with sort of an arc to it. The weight of it didn't allow it to stand up completely straight. It sort of bounced up and down ever so slightly. 

"Well let's get back to work," Carrie said. "At least now you don't have to hold it up and out of the way. It's pretty much doing that itself."

His towering erection looked so obscene, yet there was nothing to do about it. And at least now his penis was out of Carrie's way. 

"Oh, rats. See the problem is," Carrie began, "I just...I don't have enough light down there to see what I'm doing..."

Richard didn't really have a solution to offer. Carrie thought of the only logical one, as uncomfortable as it might be for her stepson. 

"I hate to say it, sweetie," she started out, "but I think I'm gonna have to have Janet hold a flashlight down there while I try to pull out the tick."

Richard was filled with mixed emotions. The thought of his stepsis seeing him naked didn't make him all too comfortable, but then again, he started to like being naked for Carrie, so why not her 18-year-old daughter?

Still to this day, Richard ponders if Carrie really needed Janet's help, or if she just wanted her daughter to be able to see Richard's monster penis. It remains a mystery. 

But he was a good sport about it. Richard bravely nodded, as if to say he knew this meant Janet would have to see him nude, but he was okay with it. It wasn't worth making a trip all the way to the hospital, and for a third person to be able to get down and hold a flashlight down there, well, Janet was the only person around. 

Carrie left the bathroom, and even with her gone, Richard still sported a mighty erection. 

"You're gonna get me in trouble," he jokingly said to his penis, which did in fact seem to operate under its own will.

Richard could hear the two women talking, and sometimes chuckling, outside the bathroom door, as if Carrie was briefing her daughter on the situation. After some time, Carrie finally re-entered, and right behind her was Janet. 

Richard instinctively covered his privates. 

Janet had a huge grin on her face, but at the same time gave Richard this look of sympathy. 

"How the fuck did you get a tick down there?" she asked him, motioning towards his crotch. 

"I don't know," he said, still covering his privates. Janet saw how silly he looked standing there, hands cupped over his genitals. 

"She told me about your penis. Mom says you have a fucking whopper," the girl said out loud.

"Jeez, Janet, you just had to say something didn't you," Carrie said with a grin. 

"Well that's what you said," the daughter fired back. Janet was staring at Richard's crotch, not wanting to miss it if he revealed himself. 

Richard could feel his face blushing, and his erection gained more rigidity. 

"All I said, Richard, was that you were fully developed," his step mom said to him. 

"That's a more mild version of what you said," Janet teased her mom. Richard laughed at their back-and-forth rhetoric. 

"Can we get started, please?" Carrie pleaded with the girl.

Janet begrudgingly took the flashlight, and Carrie knelt back down on the floor, ready to try and get the tick out. They were about to get going, but Janet didn't want to cooperate.

"Take your hands away, I want to see it," Janet told her stepbrother. Richard was surprised by her brazenness. 

"Janet, please, I think you've seen enough," Carrie laughed. "Come on, the guy needs our help. Don't make this any more uncomfortable than it already is for him."

Janet groaned. And she wasn't budging. 

"I want to see his dick," she whined. Richard had heard his stepsister use the word "dick" many times before, but in this particular situation, it packed more of a punch. She also seemed to overemphasize the word, like she took particular delight in saying it, even with her mom present. 


The Tick Incident Ch. 01



"I think it's the TICK you need to be focusing on, not his..." Carrie said. 

"The tick, not his dick?" Janet said playfully. Carrie couldn't help but crack a smile. 

"Richard has a tick by his dick," the daughter went on. "A tick by his dick, a tick by his dick..."

It was as if she wrote a new song. She rhymed aloud with great enthusiasm. 

"I'm sorry for the way my daughter behaves," Carrie said with a smile, looking at Richard. "She has a little bit too much energy."

The mom again suggested they move on, but Janet was persistent. She kept saying she wanted to see Richard's massive penis, and seemingly would not take 'no' for an answer. 

The mom let out a big sigh. 

"Richard, sweetie, why don't you just show her," Carrie suggested. "If it will shut her up, I'm all for it."

A big smile came across Janet's face, and Richard was not going to disappoint her. Feeling pretty brave at this point, he calmly took his hands away from his huge erection, and let it spring free once again. 

"Holy fuckshit," Janet said, making up a crude, nonsensical curse word combination. "That thing can't be real..."

His penis throbbed and thickened in her view, and Carrie looked quite pleased to see it again. 

"It's real, I assure you," Richard told the two women.

Janet stood wide-eyed at his long, girthy prick, and the only sounds in the room now were gasps, and girlish snickers. 

Carrie leaned back against the sink, getting comfortable. 

"Just how big is your schlong, sweetie, have you ever measured it?" she asked her stepson. It cracked him up hearing Carrie use the word "schlong." It made him smile.

"Um, like 11 and a half inches," he said, sort of embarrassed.

Janet and Carrie looked at each other and laughed. 

"It's not funny," he told them, himself kind of amused. 

"How the fuck do you fit it in your pants?" Janet asked him, still staring at his huge erection. Richard enjoyed their attention, and even their jokes. 

He poked fun at himself by gently wagging his hips, making his enormous organ swing from side to side. The women shrieked with amusement. 

Richard then even took his penis in his hand, and began swinging it around, almost like a lasso. It again brought thunderous laughter from the two gals. Almost like he felt he was giving them a strip show, Richard took his shirt off, displaying a nice upper body. He said he did it because it was getting hot in the bathroom, but it was really because he wanted absolutely no clothing on his body at this point. 

He wanted to be completely naked for Carrie and Janet. 

"Go like this," Janet said, bouncing her boobs up and down in her tight, maroon shirt. "Make your dick bounce up and down."

Richard obliged, and his fat erection bounced north and south between his legs, so violently that it smacked loudly against his stomach. The consistent clapping noise made the two women excited, and amused. 

"That is one big, bouncing schlong you have there, Richard," Carrie said, her own words making her laugh with delight. She and her daughter were having a good old time. 

"He's so fucking big," Janet said. 

"And it's not just his schlong. His nuts are huge too," Carrie added. "Richard, show her your balls. Look, Janet, look at them..."

Richard jutted out his lower abdomen, now holding his hands firmly behind his back. His crotch area was overemphasized, and Janet gazed upon the two egg-sized testicles that hung down between Richard's legs, underneath his penis. 

"Wo, nice fucking balls, dude," she teased him. 

"That means he can produce a heck of a lot of semen," Carried instructed her daughter. "I don't think Richard, here, will ever have a problem with a low sperm count."

Janet just had to reach out and have a feel. She weighed his huge balls in her hand, marveling how heavy they were. 

"Now turn your head and cough for me, son," she joked with him. Apparently Janet knew all about boys physicals, and he played along with the kidding around. 

Everyone composed themselves enough to get back to the task at hand, and that task was what brought about this situation in the first place - removing a tick from Richard's thigh. 

After some time, Carrie was finally able to get the thing out, and made sure she got every leg with it. She treated the cut, and bandaged it, and Richard was fine once again. 

But the teasing didn't stop yet. Her daughter seemingly having a naughty influence on her, Carrie went about teasing her stepson a bit as she treated his cut. 

"Hey Richard," she began, putting away the tweezers and band aids. "I have heard people call you Richard, Rich, um, Ritchie...how come you don't go by 'Dick?'" she asked him calmly. He shrugged it off. 

"I don't know," he said. "I just always went by Richard."

"Hmm," Carrie said. "Because I know a lot of Richards, and they're all Dicks."

Janet laughed at the double meaning of that statement. 

"That's not what I meant, sweetie," Carrie said with a chuckle. "I meant I've known a lot of Richards, and they all go by 'Dick.'"

Richard didn't know what to say. He just stood there with a blank expression. 

"I just figured you, of all people, would want to be called Dick, considering your..." his step mom said, eyeing his huge organ. She then playfully winked at her daughter.

"Oh," Richard said, finally getting it. He again wagged his big erection back and forth for the women. 

"Well you can call me 'Dick,'" he said to Carrie. She rubbed his arm. 

"I'm just having some fun with you sweetie," she said to him. The three chatted for a bit, and Richard loved how he was still naked. The women were fully dressed, yet there he was, with a huge erection standing up from his crotch. 

"Nice dick," Janet said plainly. Her mom laughed.

"Is that the only word you know for it?" Richard teased his stepsis. 

"I like the word 'dick,'" she argued. "Just has that nice hard-sounding 'k' sound to it..."

It sounded like good reasoning. Richard simply swayed his hips, letting his penis swing back and forth. 

"How about you, mom?" Janet asked Carrie. "What's your favorite word for it?"

The mother's face lit up with enthusiasm.

"Schlong," she said, chuckling. "It's just so fun to say."

She looked down at Richard's.

"Schhhhlllllooooong," she said long and drawn out. Now the kids laughed along with her.

"Do you jerk off a lot?" Janet asked Richard, now peppering him with questions.

"Janet," Carrie laughed. 

"It's a fair question," the daughter answered. "Come on Richard, do you beat your meat a lot?"

Richard felt now wasn't the time to hide anything, and he told the two women - much to their amusement - that he did in fact play with his cock at least once, sometimes twice, sometimes even three or four times a day.

"Now I know why you spend so much time in your room," the mother laughed. 

"I bet as soon as we leave the room, he's gonna jerk off," Janet teased him. Richard tried to argue, but it was no use.

"Look at him, he's already doing it!" Janet observed. "We didn't even leave yet!"

Richard, without any objection from his step mom or stepsis, went on playing with his big pecker.

"We had this sex education class about the penis, and ejaculation (giggle)...but it was so lame," Janet said, ever so slightly rubbing her left breast. "You didn't actually get to SEE anything."

"Well, you're getting an up-close and personal lesson right now," Carrie laughed. "You might as well take advantage of it."

Richard began to stroke his erection with greater effort, making Janet both excited and uncomfortable. Her mother urged her to watch, and enjoy.

"If he wants to jerk off, that's his prerogative," Carrie said, being both serious and playful at the same time. All three of them now looked down at Richard's big boner, which commanded attention. 

"Besides, Janet, if you were a guy and you had a penis - a dick - that size, wouldn't you want to play with it?" Carrie couldn't help but ask her daughter. 

Their talk was becoming more and more racy. 

"I would play with it all the time," Janet said. 

"Well there ya' go," Carrie answered her daughter. 

Almost by natural impulse, Richard continued to stroke his huge prick, with the mother and daughter standing right there. Carrie sat down on the counter next to the sink, crossing her legs and showing off her nice, tan thighs. Janet gladly sat down as well. 

"God, he's not even gonna fucking wait for us to leave," Janet said. 

Carrie didn't mind the boy's sudden display of exhibitionism, and now even encouraged it.

"Go ahead, Richard, I know that thing is begging for release," the mom said. Even Janet was surprised by Carrie suggesting he jerk off for them. 

"It's perfectly natural," Carrie said. "We'll just be here for support." 

The humor again returned to the room, and Richard went about stroking his penis. He was a bit shy about it at first, feeling weird doing it in front of Carrie and Janet. 

"Come on, stroke your schlong for us," the mom went on, crossing her legs again. "I've never seen one as big as yours erupt, and I know my daughter hasn't."

Richard started to feel like he was being used for both Carrie's enjoyment, and as a sex education tool for her daughter, a very big tool that is. And he didn't mind. 

But Carrie also cared deeply about his pleasure in this moment, and cheered him on because she knew he was enjoying himself. 

"Come on, just stroke your dick," she said calmly. 

"Yeah, stroke that fucking horse cock," her daughter added with a more gusto. 

Carrie then spoke to her daughter about male ejaculation, and what it would look like when Richard began to shoot off. But talking about it was nothing compared to what it would actually be like to watch it. 

Richard stroked his cock with one hand, then with two, sometimes working it up and down real fast, other times doing it nice and slow. 

He liked how it made a real loud noise when he did it fast, making the situation seem that much more dirty and naughty. 

Janet again took note of how huge Richard's balls were, and how they bounced around as Richard stroked his long, thick shaft. 

"Keep working that dick," Janet said aloud. 

Richard kept pumping his prick as hard as he could, and after some time, he looked to Carrie, seemingly for approval, asking if it was okay if he came. 

She nodded, and his legs soon buckled. He kept a tight grip on his cock, and out fired a huge rope of come that splattered onto Carrie's calves. 

"Oh my," she squealed. 

Janet hardly had any time to react to the blast that hit her mom before Richard blasted the daughter with a second, even bigger rope of juice, drenching her maroon T-shirt. 

"Holy fuck," she belted out. 

Richard kept stroking and pumping, and his dick unleashed a third rope of come, all over Carrie's thighs, and a fourth one up on her shirt, where her tits were. 

She rubbed some of the come into her thighs like lotion, and Richard's huge prick blasted his hot step mom in the face with its seed, come now running down her left cheek. The two women were overwhelmed. 

"Richard, how much do you have?" Carrie playfully asked, closing her eyes and wiping the come from her face. 

Richard now put his attention back on his stepsis, and he aimed his fat prick towards her enormous bust, and he erupted once more, drenching her neck with a come shot that splattered as it hit her. 

Richard kept stroking more come out of his enormous prick, as one small squirt after another sprayed onto Carrie's thighs. 

Now hanging his head in exhaustion, Richard looked down at his now flaccid penis, and watched Carrie and Janet clean themselves up. 

"That was some show, 'Dick,'" Carrie said, again teasing him with a new nickname. "And I thought the Fourth of July was next week. Those were some fireworks, kiddo!"

"Sorry I got you two so wet," Richard apologized, watching Carrie and Janet wipe the come from their legs, shirt and anything that happened to be in the vicinity of Richard's giant dick.

"Hey, when you're in the front row, you're gonna get wet," Janet joked.

The young girl headed upstairs to the shower, and Carrie stayed behind.

She chuckled as she watched Richard struggle to get his enormous whopper back in his underwear. 

"I don't know how you've managed to keep that a secret from me all these years, young man," she said, almost scolding him in a way.

"I'm sorry, Carrie," he said.

"It's okay," she laughed.

"It's just I've always felt weird about it," he told her, looking down at his flaccid but huge tube steak. "Like at times...it's been a problem."

Carrie took his hand.

"Richard, I know there are many men out there that would not consider having an 11 and a half inch penis a problem," she said, looking in his eyes. "More like a gift from God. And Janet and I sure get a kick out of you."

He cracked a cute smile.

"We love your horsey," she teased him.

Almost using it as an excuse to keep him nude, Carrie took Richard's clothes, including his underwear, and stood there holding them, saying she would throw them in the wash, just in case the tick had any germs.

She repeatedly looked down at his huge, hanging meat while the two continued to talk.

"Guys could be kind of cruel growing up, calling me 'donkey dick' and stuff like that," he said, now just basking in her affection. 

Carrie laughed lightly, and sat up on the counter once again.

"I know how boys can be," she said. "Everyone wants to pick out something that's different about you...your height...your weight...in your case, your dick..."

His penis rose a bit.

"Sweetie, my advice to you is to be comfortable with your body," she said. "God gave you a big dick. Be happy with your big dick. For Heaven's sake, don't be ashamed of it."

Richard again swung his big penis around for her, and she clapped her approval. 

"There ya' go kiddo," she cheered. 

Caught in the euphoria of the moment, emotion overcame Richard like a tidal wave, and he rushed to make an unexpected request.

"Would you mind if I walked around the house naked every now and then?" he asked Carrie. "I mean, I think it would help me overcome my shyness with what I have..."

The question surprised Carrie, but it didn't offend her. She pondered out loud.

"I...suppose," she said. "I've seen you...Janet has seen you. I guess I don't see any harm in it."

His penis was rising even more.

"Now don't expect me or my daughter to start ripping off our clothes," she told him sternly. "If you want to start practicing being an amateur nudist, I won't get in your way. But if you think that will influence me or my daughter to do the same, well...let me get that thought right out of your head."

He smiled.

"And your other head too," she added, looking down at his semi-erect penis.

"I understand, Carrie," he told his step mom. "I just like being the naked one."

She smiled in response to his honesty, and now set her eyes back on his penis. She watched it grow back to a full erection, and was as astonished as she was impressed.

"You're hard AGAIN?" she asked. "After that eruption you had earlier?!"

He looked at his big erection, kind of in awe himself. 

"I'd play with it again, but my arm is kind of tired from before," he said quietly.

"Your arm is tired?" she laughed, not believing him for a second. "Nice try, Richard."

"It is," he said playfully.

She gave him a smirk, tugging on her shirt in order to give her big breasts more support.

"Well if you're looking for me to help you out well..." she said. She wasn't going to touch it. But then...

Richard gave his step mom a look that suggested he was begging for her touch, for her to assist him in another gushing orgasm. Since he had been so cooperative all evening, and she did in fact want to touch his young, hard cock, she couldn't say 'no.'

"Okay, come here," she ordered him, rising from her seat on the counter. She stood before him, and gripped his prick at the base. She wagged it up and down. 

"You are a big boy, aren't you," she said. Her touch was invigorating. Richard never wanted her to let go of him.

"It will take a very special woman that can take you, sweetie, but I'm sure you'll find her," Carrie said as she began to stroke her stepson's cock up and down. "When I met your father - oh, you don't want to hear this..."

"I don't mind," he said, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the very first time someone other than himself stroked his massive meat. 

"Well, it took a lot of adjusting on my part, let me just put it that way," Carrie went on. "But we worked around it. You'll find the right gal, Richard, I promise."

The right gal right now was her, and Carrie jerked Richard's monster prick slowly, and emphatically, filling the room with a squishy noise each time her fingers ran up and down his come-lubricated pole.

"You have such an enormous dick," she couldn't help but say. "This is kind of a workout stroking this behemoth."

She added to his pleasure by gently rubbing her fingers over his massive cock head each time she reached the top of his shaft. She then nearly brought him to orgasm several times by increasing her pace to a rapid motion, but just as he was about to lose it, she slowed back down again, both teasing him, and prolonging her enjoyment. 

"I could just play with you all night, Richard," she teased him. 

"Oh, God," he cried out, not able to hold it any longer.

Richard, quite remarkably, erupted once again, this time ejaculating all over the bathroom wall. Carrie couldn't aim it anywhere else in time. 

"Let it all out, big boy," she said as she continued to jerk one rope of come after another from his massive pole. "I want to see a nice, big load."

Richard rewarded her for her efforts by blasting the wall with another thick rope of come. He had never shot so much in his life.

Carrie now entertained herself by counting each of his mighty blasts. 

"Seven, eight, oh shit, nine, Richard!" she went on. "Oh there's another one, 10...11?!"

A few smaller but persistent dribbles of semen came forth from his cock, and Carrie finally let go of his big penis, and let it dangle between his legs. 

"That's quite a mess you've made," she said teasingly. He was still catching his breath. 

Carrie then rubbed Richard's shoulder, and told him to get to bed after he cleaned up the bathroom. 

"We'll talk more tomorrow, sweetie," she said. 

This was going to be an interesting summer. 

TO BE CONTINUED …



The Tick Incident Ch. 02



Richard awoke the next day still in a state of euphoria.

It felt like Christmas Morning, only Christmas had already come the day before. This was just the sweet aftermath.

Richard had lived out the exhibitionist desires that had always existed deep inside his heart, and got to enjoy those blissful with the woman he cared about the most.

Carrie had brought something out - both figuratively and literally - that Richard never thought he would expose: a genuine passion for being naked for the pleasure of clothed women. 

"I can't believe last night," he said to himself as he hopped from his bed. 

Richard walked through his room naked as the night before. He had usually slept in underwear and a T-shirt, but he had no desire to put clothes on any time soon. 

He walked in front of the mirror, flopping his penis around and imagining Carrie and Janet were looking at it again. He smiled. 

But as much as he wanted to strut down the stairs naked for breakfast, his natural shyness did have somewhat of a hold over him still, and he put on just a pair of white briefs and a baggy pair of shorts, and was on his way. 

He kicked aside a few 8-tracks that were cluttered about on the floor, and was eager to eat some breakfast. He had definitely worked up an appetite the night before. 

Richard jogged lightly down the steps, turned the corner and headed for the kitchen. It appeared no one was home. 

He thought he would peak outside and see if Carrie was around. He opened the screen door, not expecting to see his step mom just outside the window. The brown-haired beauty was giving her award-winning flowers plenty of attention. 

"Oh Dick!" she replied happily. The word "Dick" hit Richard right in the stomach. Just hearing his step mom use the word a few times the night before was pleasure enough. The thought of her actually addressing him by that name every time she talked to him was almost overwhelming to Richard. And an intense pleasure.

"Excuse my language, Dick, but it is so fucking hot out here," she said, wiping sweat from her brow. The sexy 35-year-old was on her knees in the dirt, her rather skimpy, light gray shorts stretched tightly over her sexy thighs and round posterior. 

The sight of her was intoxicating enough, but now her choice to openly refer to him as "Dick" was causing his penis to harden with arousal. Maybe she was calling him that now because of her recent discovery, the discovery that had to do with his anatomy. Maybe she was purposely having fun with him. Maybe, like she mentioned, she had many friends named Richard that went by the aforementioned nickname, so it was a force of habit.

Whatever the reason, Carrie seemed to take special delight in addressing young Richard as "Dick," and he in turn was equally happy to hear her use that word, over and over again. 

"Dick, I was telling Janet earlier, you'll get a kick out of this," she began, urging him down to her level. He knelt beside her.

"There was a woman strolling by this morning while I was out front watering the grass," she told Richard, as his erection grew to greater lengths as he looked at Carrie's golden-brown thighs. "She said she loved my bluebonnets, so I brought her back to see them. She just raved over them. Loved the color, the way they were pruned, everything..."

Carrie knew she had the ability to hold Richard's attention, but not by talking about her flowers. So she hurried up with her story.

"Anyway, long story short," she began. "She is from a house and garden magazine, and is going to send out a photographer to get some pictures of my flowers! Can you believe it? The pictures will run in next month's issue."

Richard had to show some interest, even though his attention dwelled on the happenings of the night before.

"That's awesome, Carrie," he told her. 

"I mean, I know I like showing off my babies," she said, pointing to her garden as she arose. "But for all the time and effort, it is nice to get them some recognition."

Richard simply nodded. Carrie again wiped her forehead, sweat running down over her pretty face. Her soft brown hair was done up in a ponytail, in affect to keep it out of her eyes as she worked, but it also made her appear even cuter and younger to Richard. 

"So, young man, what have you been up to?" she asked him. He felt nervous any time she simply addressed him. Last night had changed his life.

"Oh I just got up," he said. 

"Just got up, huh," Carrie replied as she picked up her pruning shears and little shovel. "Well you can help me out a bit. Janet kind of skipped out on her chores so I need you to pick up the slack. We have company coming this weekend so we have to get this place in order."

Richard didn't like the idea of having to do the stuff Janet was supposed to do in the first place, but he did feel an awful amount of affection towards his stepsister at this moment, so he let it slide. 

Richard nodded, but found it difficult to make conversation. He was nervous. He now noticed Carrie's line of vision - whether by coincidence or not - drift down towards his crotch, in a very casual manner. Richard awkwardly shifted all his weight to one leg, making the bulge in his shorts bounce around a bit. Carrie noticed, and now looked off into the distance, seemingly holding in a giggle.

"Wh-why are they called bluebonnets anyway?" the boy asked his step mom, trying to take the attention away from his hardening penis. 

"Because of the petals. They look like a woman's sunbonnet, silly," she told him without hesitation. 

"Oh, right," Richard said. She chuckled. 

"I should be wearing a sunbonnet on a day like this," Carrie said, again wiping her brow. Her skin glowed in the bright sunlight. 

"You would look beautiful in one," Richard said, hoping he didn't appear too forward. 

"Oh thank you, hon," she said. "That's very sweet."

Carrie again glanced down at his crotch, in the flow of the conversation. She was seemingly now using it as a point of focus, looking at her flowers, then into Richard's sweet, adoring eyes, then his crotch. Flowers, eyes, crotch. Flowers, eyes, crotch. She was driving Richard wild, and he feared his dick might burst out of his shorts if she kept glancing down at it.

"The bluebonnet is the state flower of Texas," she informed her stepson. He tried to appear interested in that little nugget of information, but now his attention was drawn to Carrie's large breasts, as he noticed the heat had caused his step mom to perspire a bit, her shirt a little damp. Her huge tits were pressed against her shirt, their outline clearly visible. 

Richard enjoyed the moment. 

He and Carrie would eventually retreat to inside the house, escaping the heat. The step mom cranked up the air conditioner as high as it would go, and voiced her relief. 

"Aw that feels go good," she said as she let the cool air blow against her face and through her hair. "It is soooooo hot out there...But I did get some quality work done."

Richard stood in the middle of the kitchen, shuffling his feet a bit. He was also trying to hide his semi-erect penis, which bulged out against the left leg of his shorts. 

"Oh Dick, come here, look at this," Carrie said, urging him over to the counter. "Look at the size of this cinnamon role!"

She opened up a white box, containing a cinnamon role she just purchased from the nearby bakery. The pastry was abnormally large, almost like a novelty item. How she raved over the sheer size of it made Richard reminiscent of the night before, when she raved over his very special body part.

"Can you believe this?" she asked, now holding up the giant pastry. "It's so huuuuuuuge! It's almost the size of my head."

Richard was amazed as well, but even more turned on by her excitement. 

"Everything's bigger in Texas, I guess," she said, chuckling at her own statement. Richard's penis throbbed in his pants. 

"So, Richard," she began. "Or wait, did you say you prefer to go by 'Dick?' I can't...remember. I know we had this discussion last night."

Richard gulped. The question caught him off guard. 

"I know I've heard your friends call you 'Dick,' and I think some of the neighbors," she said, taking a nice, big bite out of the cinnamon role. As long as he lived, no one had ever called Richard by the name 'Dick,' which made Carrie the first one to do it. That made it even more special. 

And Carrie, again, was maybe pulling these statements about his friends out of thin air just to force this new nickname on him. 

"Um," Richard stammered. 

"'Dick' just seems easier to say," she chuckled. "And in this heat, I'm all about making things easier."

"Yeah, 'Dick' is fine," Richard answered her. 

"And when I hear the name, Richard, I just think of a nerdy scientist or something," she went on. 

Richard was a little embarrassed now, but knew she was only having fun with him.

"Just kidding, sweetie," she said. "Richard is a fine name. I just like 'Dick' better."

Again, the young man struggled to conceal his growing hard-on. 

"And besides," Carrie said, tossing one more bite of her cinnamon role in her mouth. "You do have one hell of a big one."

Her candidness made Richard both excited and bashful, and he laughed as a means of defense. She laughed along with him. His privates were not so private anymore. They were a subject of open conversation. 

"You're a very...upstanding young man," she giggled, remembering his towering erection from the night before. 

Richard definitely couldn't argue that. The proof was bulging out against his shorts, to a very noticeable degree. Carrie looked down at his clearly-defined erection, and chuckled. 

"Does he know we're talking about him, hon?" she teased her stepson. "Seems like he really perked up when I mentioned him."

Richard struggled in vain to conceal his somewhat embarrassing boner, but Carrie reassured him.

"It's perfectly natural," Carrie told Richard. "And anyway, what happened to you becoming a nudist. What's with the shorts?"

Richard's erection now almost bounced out of those shorts, with the thought of once again being naked for the beautiful Carrie. The young man remembered that the night before, when his passions overcame him, he asked his step mom permission to go nude around the house. The thought excited him then. Now, his inhibitions returned, and his natural modesty prevented him from walking around completely bare.

"I'm just kidding with you, Richard," Carrie told him, back to addressing the boy by his full first name. "I know you're shy. That whole nudist thing - that's just not you."

Richard wanted to tell her 'that is me, that is me, I want to be naked for you, Carrie.' But the moment had passed. She walked over to the sink and went about doing dishes. She asked Richard if he would like some breakfast. 

Richard wanted to show Carrie that he had overcome his shyness, but he would have to be patient. And Carrie had a way of making sure things moved along at a nice pace. She brought the best out in Richard, and got him to open up. 

"You were one very excited boy last night, Richard," Carrie said sexily as she got ready to crack some eggs into a bowl. "I have never seen..."

Her head dipped a bit, some of her brown bangs now hanging over her soft brown eyes as she giggled.

"I have never seen that much COME in my life," she said, overemphasizing the word "come," as if to say, there's no other suitable word for it. "You just...erupted. Is that normal for you?"

Richard was proud of his ejaculatory feats, especially because they seemed to impress the hell out of Carrie.

"Pretty much," he said. "I -"

Carrie interrupted him.

"I guess, when your you-know-whats are as big as..." she began, now holding up two large Grade A eggs to demonstrate her point. Richard looked at the two huge eggs she held up in the sunlight which was shining through the kitchen window, and smiled.

"Those are some huge balls you have there young man," Carrie chuckled. "Some real low hangers...Just huge, huge balls. They must always be aching to release their seed."

Carrie said all this so calmly as she whisked some eggs and milk in a large bowl. 

"I mean, you mentioned that last night that you do have to masturbate quite often," she went on. 

"Yes, mam, I do," Richard had to admit. He found it so sexy how comfortable Carrie was while talking about his masturbatory habits. The conversation was right in stride with her preparing him his breakfast.

Just then, the doorbell rang. 

"Oh, Dick, go get that, I think it's probably Janet," Carrie said. "She already phoned and said she had forgotten her key. I think I (ouch), I think I locked the door when I went out to the store earlier."

Carrie sucked on one of her fingers after burning it slightly on the stove. Richard walked briskly to the front door, his erection bouncing in his shorts. He tried to make it go down, but it wasn't easy.

He let Janet in, and already she had a smirk on her pretty face.

"Hi there, BIG brother," she teased him. He had to smile. 

Janet looked like she had just come from her friend's pool. She had on a purple one-piece bathing suit, with khaki shorts over top, sort of like the gray shorts her mom was wearing. And their big, sexy asses that filled out those shorts were very similar as well. Janet's hair was still wet, as it every now and then would hang down over her adorable brown eyes. She had spent the morning in the pool, and who could blame her on a hot day like this.

Richard led her into the kitchen, where her mom was, and the whole time Janet looked up at her stepbrother with a beaming smile. She still couldn't believe what a package he had been hiding all these years.

"Stop looking at me," he teased, as they walked forward. She giggled. 

Carrie was sitting at the table, stirring a cup of tea. She and her daughter spoke for a while, but as Richard seemed to drift out of the conversation, Carrie brought him right back into it.

"How's your tick bite, Richard?" the step mom asked him. Richard looked down at his shorts, and kind of shrugged. 

"After you're done eating, I'll take a look at it," she told him calmly. Richard started to get aroused with that thought. Sounded like this would be round number two of his gorgeous step mom seeing him completely nude. 

Carrie and her daughter spoke about their days so far, with Carrie speaking so proudly of her flowers, and Janet bragging about her friend's new in-ground pool. It sounded like it was nicer than theirs. 

But what really intrigued Richard about their conversation was that it did not at all involve him, as though the events that transpired the night before - although amazing and very enjoyable for Janet and Carrie - did not faze them. Carrie and Janet felt it was perfectly normal, and acceptable, that they had seen Richard naked, and at the same time, at least to this point, he had no such right in reverse. Their bodies still demanded the utmost privacy.

At this very moment he dreamt of seeing either one, or both, of them nude, kind of put off by the fact he probably would not get to. But the fact they got such a kick out of his nudity made him very aroused. 

"Alright, Ritchie boy," Carrie said, calling her stepson a variety of names these days, "let's go to the bathroom. Let me make sure that bite is healing properly."

As Richard finished off his toast, he got up and obediently followed Carrie towards the bathroom, eyeing her big, sexy ass as he walked behind her. Richard suddenly realized Janet was following.

"Are you coming with us?" her mom asked with a laugh. 

"Yep," Janet said with conviction. The mom had no objections, and the three all walked into the small but accommodating downstairs bathroom. 

Carrie very casually placed her thumbs inside the waistband of Richard's shorts, and gently pulled them down as she spoke to her daughter. 

"I hope this magazine is for real," the mom said as she made conversation, still so happy about her sudden fame. "That would be so lovely if my babies got some recognition."

Richard, standing there in just his underwear, his shorts around his ankles, thought that Carrie might try to check his cut without getting him completely nude, but she gave that idea no such thought. Without even asking his permission, she simply yanked down his underwear, and his large penis flopped right on out, in plain view of the two women. 

The flower conversation still flowed between the two gals, broken only by Janet's frenzied movements. She was trying to gain a better vantage point to Richard's exposed privates. 

"Can you see okay?" her mom asked her with an amused chuckle. Janet now stood right alongside her mom.

"Yeah, I can see everything now," the young one said with great satisfaction. 

Richard loved their enthusiasm. His passion for exhibitionism was growing by the minute, and so was his cock. This time, he felt no embarrassment with a rapidly growing erection. 

"I just find it medically fascinating," Janet gave as a reason for her fascination with her naked stepbrother. 

"What, a silly tick bite?" her mom asked. 

"No," Janet scoffed. "His fucking dick."

Carrie couldn't help but laugh, and had to agree with her daughter. 

"It is a doozer," Carrie agreed as she looked down at Richard's semi erect member. The conversation, for a moment, veered elsewhere.

"How on Earth did you forget your key this morning," Carrie asked her daughter, as the mom went about delicately removing Richard's bandage on his upper thigh.

"It was hot," Janet replied. "All I could think about was jumping in Liz's pool."

As Carrie now had Richard's bandage removed, she went about inspecting the cut, only some things interfered. 

"I need you to hold your schlong, sweetie," Carrie whispered very delicately into Richard's ear, as Janet went on ranting and raving about the heat. 

His step mother's openly candid language again excited young Richard. His penis had now grown to its fully erect state. He held it up against his body, eager to let the women marvel at it once again. Carrie now knelt before him.

"Have you ever seen anything like Richard's?" Janet asked her mom with a big smile. 

"What...his tick bite?" the mom playfully answered as she went on inspecting the boy's thigh. 

"I think you know what I'm referring to, mom," the daughter teased right back. Carrie gave the question her full attention, and sat back on that nice plump butt of hers and eyed Richard's enormous wang, which was covered by his hands at the moment, but its long, tubular proportions were clearly visible. 

"I have seen my share of notable penises - through my nursing days and abroad," Carrie said, her hand over her chest as she spoke with great honesty. "But you don't come across something like Richard's very often."

Carrie marveled at his amazing appendage, then bent down and took one last look at his cut from the tick. She told Richard it looked fine, and that it was healing properly. 

So there was really no further need for Richard to be naked from the waist down, but his stepsister insisted he remain that way. 

"What did you say it was, 11 (laugh) and a half inches?" she asked her stepbrother, and she wasn't talking about the tick bite. 

"Yeah," Richard answered, as he noticed Carrie stifling a chuckle. "Just short of a foot."

Feeling it was time for his erection to be unveiled once again, Richard took his hands away from his prick, and it bounced up and down as it was freed from his grasp. The women burst out laughing. 

"Boy-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoing," Janet laughed, imitating its springy movements. Carrie went a step further, and meant to gently slap Richard's enormous dick, but hit it pretty hard, making it bounce violently up and down, even smacking his tummy. Janet found the sight hysterical. And Richard winced just a bit.




The Tick Incident Ch. 02



"Oops, I'm sorry, honey," Carrie said, now gently rubbing his hard-on. "I didn't mean to hit it that hard."

Richard now entertained the women by making his boner bounce up and down, side to side, and even tried to swing it about in a circular motion. Their laughter and smiles only egged him on further. 

"I still can't believe it...of all the boys to have a really big one," Janet said with a grin. "My nerdy stepbrother..."

"Richard is a fine boy," Carrie told her. "He's smart, caring, adventurous..."

She gave Richard a wink. 

"Why shouldn't he have a big schlong?" she said as she eyed his swaying member. "Good for him."

Richard took particular pleasure in being looked over so thoroughly by the two women, as they watched every movement made by his humongous pecker. Richard loved staring at Carrie's big thighs, as she now sat on the edge of the counter, one leg crossed over the other, gently tapping her foot in the air. As Richard glanced at his step mother, she seemed to display an heir of superiority over him, as she greatly enjoyed looking at his naked form, yet in turn showed no signs of removing any of her clothes. 

And her daughter was also happily embracing this lovely double standard as well. Janet slowly dropped to her knees, inspecting the underside of Richard's massive tool.

"I bet if I went outside, and took Richard with me," she said eyeing the boy's lengthy hardon from underneath. "I could sit underneath his dick and use it for shade."

Carrie burst out laughing, and - like she always did, seemingly just to torture Richard ever so blissfully - she slapped her thigh to show her amusement. 

"Well there ya' go, now you're thinking," she teased her daughter. "We won't even need to bring an umbrella next time we go to the beach. (laugh) We'll just bring Richard. He can shield us."

With the atmosphere in the room loose and care-free, Janet decided to voice her own curiosity. 

"What's it feel like?" she asked her mom, referring to Richard's huge erect phallus. 

"Well don't ask me, touch it for yourself," her mom encouraged her. 

Janet looked up at Richard with a nervous smile, then at his hard prick, and gently reached out. Richard playfully wagged his erection back and forth, as to elude her grasp, but she in turn made sure to grab hold of it.

"Gotcha," she said. Richard groaned softly in contentment as his stepsister had his huge cock in her hands for the first time. 

The first few tugs on it gave Janet a great appreciation of its size. 

"Oh God, it's so fucking big," she said as her tiny, delicate fingers could barely encircle his massive stalk. 

"I told you," the mom said. "Believe me, after you left last night, I had to give him relief."

"You jerked him off?" the daughter asked her mom in an amused tone.

"I had to," Carrie said, crossing her gorgeous legs. She looked squarely at Richard. "Dick, you are like a cow that has to be milked."

The two young ones laughed. 

"Moo," Richard said, playing along. 

As much fun as they were having, especially Richard, Carrie never lost sight of the fact that this was a good educational experience for her daughter. 

"Just get used to how it feels," she told Janet as the 18-year-old slowly, and still somewhat tentatively, stroked up and down on Richard's colossal dong. "Just caress it, stroke it. Enjoy the touch of it. Enjoy the penis. Don't fear the penis."

Janet, albeit with a few girlish giggles, heeded her mother's advice, and began to feel more and more comfortable applying such sensual strokes to Richard's most private part.

"Does this feel good?" she asked the boy, looking up at him as her hands somewhat increased their tempo. 

"Oh God, you have no fucking idea," he said as he now stared up at the ceiling blissfully. The mom and daughter cracked up, as Richard rarely uttered a curse word so openly, signifying how unique this moment was. He was caught up in the emotion. He groaned out loud.

"Don't let him come too quickly," the mom urged as she could sense Richard getting closer to the edge. "Maybe stop stroking his schlong and play with his balls a bit. Be gentle though..."

Janet released Richard's pecker from her grasp, chuckling as she saw the huge erection bounce to and fro in the air without any constraint. She now reached under his penis and took hold of his balls, amazed at their weight as she lightly bounced them up and down in her right hand. 

"Wo," she said. "You must be ready to explode again. Mom, you should feel his nuts, they're so fucking heavy."

"I can imagine, sweetie," Carrie laughed. "And look at the head of his penis, see that moisture?"

Janet, now rolling Richard's massive nuts around in her hand, eyed the head of Richard's pole with scrutiny, and saw the wetness that her mom referred to. 

"That's precome, sweetie," she told Janet. "You've really gotten him worked up. That precome means he is very close...to erupting."

Carrie was going to simply say "close to ejaculating," but erupting seemed a better word for Richard's capabilities. 

After playing with his balls and getting an idea for the amount of come Richard was preparing to shoot forth, Janet was about to go back to stroking his unrelenting erection, but with more ammunition. 

She very slowly and very sexily wriggled out of her khaki shorts, and her sexy thighs - by virtue of a very skimpy bathing suit - were being shown off in an almost tortuous fashion. 

"Oh God, that's just not right," Richard whined as his cock throbbed in the open air. The two women burst out laughing at Richard's discomfort. 

"He really needs to come," Carrie said sympathetically. 

"God, Ritchie boy, you really are a leg man, huh," Janet said. "I'm just gonna have to wear this bathing suit more often, aren't I?"

She now even went to greater lengths by doing knee lifts, showing off her spectacular legs and watching Richard stare open-mouthed. He loved how her big, tan thighs appeared even more substantial when she lifted each knee up, parallel to the floor, almost in hypnotic fashion. 

"Now what you are doing is definitely bringing him to full arousal," Carrie told her daughter, as they both happily watched Richard's prick throb and thrust before him. "He obviously likes you. And he clearly likes your legs. It's a nice, healthy vibe you have going here...And now I think it's time you allowed him release."

Richard noted how Carrie used the word "allowed," as if it was up to Janet when he would be given the permission to come. He enjoyed the control she had over him at the moment, and enjoyed her touch.

The young brunette went back to stroking Richard's enormous hard-on, only with much more purpose. She applied long but rapid strokes, going up and down the entire length of his pole, and every now and then looking him in the eyes with a sweet, caring grin. 

"Come on, big guy, come for me," she whispered to him, and those were the final words that were needed. 

Richard clenched up, jutted out his midsection, and unleashed a huge, unbroken stream of come that splattered against Janet's tummy.

"Oh my God," she laughed, as Carrie looked on in amazement. 

"Oh, Janet," Richard groaned aloud, as a second and equally copious amount of semen was unleashed from his prick, and given the arc that Janet now had his cock positioned at, the come reached all the way up to Janet's covered breasts, soaking the top of her bathing suit. 

"Richard, Jesus," she laughed, but her amusement and amazement did not stop her from continuing to stroke his huge tool. 

Another rope of come shot forth, this one going all the way up Janet's arm, to her elbow, and then another stream of ejaculate drenched her left thigh. Like she was holding a huge squirt gun, Janet then aimed Richard's donkeyesque member in the direction of her mom.

"Don't you dare," the mom kidded her daughter, but it was too late. Richard's dick released another warm, gooey dose of its seed, this time all over Carrie's wonderful calves. When the young mother bent down to see the results of Janet's manipulations, another shot of come erupted from Richard's dork and doused Carrie's hair. Her daughter burst out laughing at the scene she had created. 

There was her mom, sitting on the edge of the sink, her head looking down at the floor, and huge rivulets of come dripped down from her brown bangs. Carrie couldn't help but wear a broad smile. 

"Please get me a towel," she requested with great amusement. Janet wasn't quite ready to relinquish control of Richard's cock. 

"I don't know if it's done," she laughed, as she milked a few more smaller streams of semen from his huge, fat boner. 

"It's done enough damage," Carrie laughed. "Please, Janet, a towel."

Janet finally let go of Richard's mighty pork sword, watching it shrink to its flaccid state, with shrink not really being the best word in this case. Even though completely soft, Richard's penis still hung down past his enormous balls, bigger than most penises when fully erect. 

"Richard," the step mom said as she wiped the come from her hair. "You should not be able to operate that thing without parental supervision, young man."

All three of them laughed. 

"That was even more than last night," Janet said gleefully. 

"Yes. Yes it was," Carrie clarified, as she now rubbed some of Richard's wonderful come into her soft, supple calves. "We'll have to try and top it next time."

'Next time? There is going to be a next time?' Richard pondered. The thought warmed his heart. 

"You did fine, Janet," Carrie instructed her daughter, as this was the first time the young one got to bring a penis to climax. "But you still have sooooo much to learn."

And Richard didn't mind being Carrie's teaching tool, and a rather large tool at that.

"She's definitely on her way to being a woman," Richard said, still standing completely naked before the two women. "God, the way you showed off your legs, sis, my God...I guess amazing legs run in your family."

A naughty grin came across Janet's face. 

"And we sure know what runs in the Parker family, on the male side that is," she said with a smile. The mom looked like she might burst if she didn't provide the answer.

"Big dicks," Carrie said happily, loving how naughty she sounded. Richard laughed along with them. 

"I'm sorry, Richard, but there's no really no other way to put it," the mom laughed. Richard swung his ample organ from side to side, as if to say he was fine with Carrie's lewd description. 

Richard finally put his shorts back on, and the three headed off in opposite directions for the afternoon. 

"Oh, and Richard," Carrie began. "Don't make any plans for after dinner later tonight. I have something very serious to talk to you about."

TO BE CONTINUED



The Tick Incident Ch. 03



It was a long, eventful day, and Carrie, Janet and Richard decided to go on their own way after dinner. All three of them eventually turned in early. 

Carrie told Richard that she did have something important to discuss with him, but it would have to wait until tomorrow. All three were so worn out. Whatever this topic of conversation was, Carrie seemed that it warranted a full night's rest in order to discuss.

It made Richard a little nervous.

The next morning, everyone was refreshed.

Richard felt the urge to tag along with Carrie and Janet for the day, as he became more and more addicted to the pleasure they had now both been giving him. But seeing as how they each attended to their own affairs, Richard was forced to spend the afternoon with his friends. 

Janet had left to go visit some new neighborhood boy, and Carrie had abruptly gone to pick up some gardening tools. She described at great length what she needed for her flowers, but Richard found it difficult to pay attention. Flowers never really kept his interest. 

He did, however, remember that he and his step mother would be having a serious talk before the day was done. He couldn't help but ponder if this meeting - whether it be directly or in a roundabout way - had something to do with his dick. It amused him that that was all he could think about the last couple days, but Carrie and Janet did in fact do their part to make his penis a very celebrated figure in recent hours. 

Richard had to temper his curiosity about this important meeting with Carrie, and go on with his day. He decided to have a few of his buddies over for swimming, and it would prove to be a fun afternoon of roughhousing, name calling and tall tales. 

In-ground pools were the new trend, but although it was above ground and looked sort of outdated and worn, Richard's pool was still the place to be on a hot day like this.

"Dude, I fucked Amber Hewitt last night," said the loudmouth of the bunch, Barney Bussett. 

"Yeah right," said Richard's other close friend, Craig Nichols, who always lived across the street since Richard was a youngster. 

Amber Hewitt was an almost legendary figure at Temple High School the last couple years, a girl so gorgeous that she seemed to pop up in just about every local boy's fantasies from time to time. She had long black hair, piercing green eyes, and of course the other physical attributes that many boys Richard's age tend to dwell on. She had enormous breasts, and a cute bubble butt that could always be seen bouncing around campus. She was always somewhere, stealing the show, whether it be cheerleading practice, football games, the prom...

Richard still remembered fondly how he had a nice conversation with the girl earlier in the year. They both had detention that day, were sitting next to each other, and she dropped her pencil, and Richard was ever so polite in leaning over and picking it up for her. 

She gave him such a sweet smile, and thanked him, and they made small talk about what each of them did to wind up in detention that otherwise gorgeous afternoon. Richard couldn't help but fantasize about - well, as good ole' Barney Bussett put it - her "huge melon tits." 

Just as he fondly thought of them, Richard's daydream was abruptly ended, by the sudden feel of a boogie board smacking against his head.

"Yo, asshole, what are you doing?" Richard yelled at Craig, who was responsible for pushing the aforementioned pool toy in Richard's direction as he waded in the water.

"I was trying to wake you up, man, sorry," Craig laughed. Richard rubbed his head where the board had lightly struck it, and told Craig it was okay. Richard playfully jumped on his buddy's back, and dunked him underneath the water. 

When the two resurfaced, Barney was already starting another - even more provocative - conversation.

"I bet Richard was daydreaming about his hot step mom," Barney laughed. 

"Oh, no, here we go again," Craig replied, then went underneath the water. 

"Dude, enough about Carrie," Richard chuckled. "I gotta hear this from you 24-7. Enough."

Barney found it time to get up out of the water and relax on the deck, his legs wading in the pool. Not swimming anymore, he could now focus his attention on voicing his fantasies concerning Carrie.

Along with being the school mascot the last three years, which allowed Barney to dress up in a "Wildcat" costume and act like a goofball, he always tried to be the center of attention, whether in costume or not.

"I would just love to kiss her thighs," he contemplated, looking up at the sky. 

"Yeah, yeah, it's always about the thighs," Richard laughed, letting Barney have his fun. 

"She does have some great fucking legs, dude," Craig had to admit. 

Richard himself could not resist thinking about Carrie's delightful limbs, and her increasingly sexy behavior around him. 

"Dude, great fucking tits too," Barney added. 

"They are melons," Craig added, now swimming on his back as he fantasized about Richard's gorgeous step mom. 

"I have to admit, she is unbelievable," Richard finally said. "But she is my step mom. It's not like we're related, but she's still kind of like an authority figure to me."

That aspect only drove the boys more wild.

"Oh my God, I would let her give me a spanking," Barney said. 

Richard now realized any attempt to get them to stop discussing Carrie was useless. But hearing the two boys talk about her so longingly, Richard gained a deeper appreciation for what he had with Carrie. She was the object of his friends' fantasies, and he got to experience her on a daily basis, in real life.

She had seen him naked not once, but twice, had stroked his cock to an amazing orgasm, and then urged her daughter to do the same. He would have loved to share these experiences with Barney and Craig, but found that now was not the time yet. What he had going with Carrie and Janet was so special, and still in its early stages, that he did not want to do anything to jeopardize it from continuing. 

That said, Barney was not the careful type like Richard. As talk about Carrie deepened, Barney's behavior got all the more outlandish, as he now stood up on the deck, professing his love for the sexy brunette.

"Dude, if Carrie was here, I would be like..."

And just as he spoke, Barney yanked down his swim trunks to his knees, much to the chagrin - and then amusement - of the other two boys. Barney swung his hips so that his flaccid member frolicked in the afternoon breeze. 

"Carrie would be like 'oh my God, Barney, you're so big,'" Barney said, describing his fantasy. Barney did in fact have a larger than average penis. Just as shy as Richard was about his enormous wang, Barney was all too proud to show his off. It wasn't as large as Richard's but large nonetheless, and the more he swung it about, its hearty slaps against his thighs rung out across the pool. 

"Dude, put that thing away," Craig laughed, swimming towards the other end of the pool. "Christ, I can see your balls too."

"My dick and my balls have not spoken in years, isn't that a shame?" Barney joked. "They're bitter enemies."

Richard and Craig looked at each other and laughed. They knew his friend had a very outrageous sense of humor. So lost in the moment though, none of the boys saw what - or who - was coming. 

"Wow, I didn't know there was a full moon," said a woman's voice. 

It was Carrie, who was walking up onto the deck. 

Barney, startled, turned ever so slightly around to see who it was, his large floppy member whipping around his leg just a bit. Carrie's eyes saw the head of his dangly dick, and covered her eyes, blushing and giggling. 

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Parker," Barney stammered, his demeanor much different from a moment ago.

He quickly pulled up his bathing suit to conceal his backside and privates, but his embarrassment could not be concealed. 

"What on Earth were (laugh)...what on Earth were you doing, Barney Bussett?" Carrie laughed as she sat down on one of the benches on the deck, crossing her legs. Her brown hair blew gently in the breeze, a tight blue and white Cowboys T-shirt hugging her large breasts. She had on a pair of khaki shorts that hugged her big, beautiful butt just right.

"I had a problem with my bathing suit," Barney said, trying to make up any excuse for his behavior.

"I can see you did," Carrie smiled. "I guess you realized the problem was that bathing suits work a lot better when they're pulled up."

The teasing tone in Carrie's voice only made Barney more embarrassed, much to the delight of Craig and Richard. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker, it won't happen again," he said. 

"It's okay," she laughed, gently rubbing his knee as he stood before her. "Boys will be boys, right?"

Carrie's smile and her charm made the boys feel at ease, especially Barney, whose nude shenanigans not only did not offend Carrie, but now she seemed to encourage them. 

"Boys always skinny dipped when I was in high school," she said, reminiscing. "There was a lake - now there's houses there - right behind 'Old Man' Custard's Ranch, and the boys would go swimming nude many an afternoon during the summer..."

Craig and Barney were spellbound by Carrie's words. Just as she lured them in with her words, she crossed her legs, the thighs that Barney spoke of now fully on display. 

"And (laugh), me and my friends would go and spy on them," she went on. 

Barney and Craig's eyes widened, and so too did Richard's. 

"We saw all of our male classmates in a very different light, to say the least," Carrie laughed. "I guess we were too shy to alert them of our presence. It probably would have been more fun to interact with them instead of crouching behind bushes, but we were shy...We just sat and watched, and compared...and contrasted..."

Her girlish giggle was intoxicating to the boys. 

"You saw all of the boys naked, Mrs. Parker?" Barney said, now sitting down in order to hide a bulging erection. 

The more questions they asked, Carrie seemed to be that much more open. 

"Um-mmm," she casually nodded. "I mean you have to understand our curiosity, and as little male nudity as there is in mainstream culture nowadays, well - lemme tell you - there was even less back then. To think we had to resort to crouching behind bushes and peaking out through trees to get a glimpse of...the male anatomy (giggle), it's kind of sad in a way."

Barney's loveable bravado and gumption now kicked back in.

"Mrs. Parker, me and the guys are gonna skinny dip here from 4 to 6 p.m. every day the rest of the summer," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You can sit right here, on one of the benches, you won't have to hide or anything..."

Everyone erupted into laughter with Barney's open invitation. 

"You want me to see you naked, Barney Bussett, is that what you're implying, young man?" she teased, crossing her legs. 

"I'm very proud of what God has bestowed upon me," he teased. 

"Oh are you now," she laughed. 

The other boys could sense now was the time Barney was going to take this conversation to a whole other level, and maybe go too far.

"I have a nine-inch penis," he muttered, then immediately went under water. 

Richard and Craig both cringed with his somewhat lewd statement, but also laughed because it typified Barney's personality.

"Did I hear him right?" Carrie asked with a smile, leaning closer to the water.

"Did he just say he has a...," she questioned, more amused than anything.

Richard and Craig didn't want to clarify his remark. They waited for Barney to re-emerge. 

"Barney, please repeat that last statement," Carrie said clearly to the young man. 

He got a bit embarrassed, his bravado and libido tempered by his shyness around Carrie. 

"I have a nine-inch penis," he forced himself to say, enjoying the rush he got from talking about such things around Carrie.

"Really? Wow," the young woman said teasingly. "That is amazing."

Any other mom would have been offended to a great extent, but Carrie found infinite delight in the boys openly discussing their sexuality, in an atmosphere where Carrie's authority could clearly be felt.

She sat up on the deck, with the three boys beneath her in the water. The deck put her up higher than the boys, as it appeared like she was perched up on a throne, with all three boys struggling for her attention.

"You do not have a nine-inch dick, dude," Craig argued. "You're so full of shit...Sorry, Mrs. Parker."

"It's okay, Craig," she giggled. 

Richard loved the way Carrie looked, and acted. The sun reflected so nicely off her pretty face, creating a certain glow. Her hand rested so gently on her knee, as she appeared totally at ease. 

The boys, however, were so restless, wrestling around in the water as they argued back and forth, each of them trying to impress and amuse beautiful Carrie. 

"Nine inches, you're so full of it," Craig repeated. "Mrs. Parker, this is like the time Barney said Roger Staubach came over his house for dinner."

Richard and his step mom looked at each other and cracked up. 

"Or like the time, Barney, you said your dad invented Astro turf," Richard chimed in. 

Carrie continued to giggle, and then was overcome with laughter as she remembered another one of Barney's stories. 

"I remember a certain Barney Bussett claiming that Frank Sinatra sang at his 10th birthday party," Carrie said.

"Oh come on, that was so long ago," Barney argued, now feeling overmatched by the other three.

Carrie again crossed her luscious limbs, her big thighs looking so good as a bronze tan made them even more appealing. 

"Barney Bussett, you are one of a kind," she laughed. 

"I really am, Mrs. Parker, I swear," he said, again referencing his supposed large organ. 

"Dude, enough," Craig told him, although he knew there was no use trying to quiet his buddy. 

Carrie gave Barney a smirk, a look that he could feel across the pool. It was a look of doubt in reference to his claim, but also a look of appreciation for his boyish enthusiasm. 

"No more lengthy stories about your anatomy," Carrie said, then laughing at her own pun. "And I'm sure whatever God has bestowed upon you, in your words, is just fine enough."

"But it's a really special one, I swear," Barney insisted, swimming closer to Carrie. He could smell her perfume in the air. There was a scent of strawberries. 

"You'll have to excuse him, mam, he thinks with his d-," Craig said, but then stopping himself from using a crude word. 

"He thinks with his dick? Is that what you were going to say?" Carrie laughed. 

Hearing Carrie use the word "dick" was thrilling in itself for Barney and Craig. Her openness surprised them. 

"Most boys do at that age," Carrie added. "You know, think with their...(laugh). But I hope not all the time, Barney. And good Heavens, did you finally graduate yet?"

Barney, unlike the other two boys, had to attend summer school, but he was almost done. 

"I just have one more exam, and a report on a historical figure," he said. 

"Oh, and what historical figure did you choose?" Carrie asked. 

"Ulysses Parker," Barney answered. 

Richard looked over at his friend, giving him a funny look. 

"Oh, Richard's great, great, great, grandfather," Carrie said. "One of the heroes of the Alamo."

"Dude, if you're thinking of just copying the report I did on him, that's not gonna work," Richard protested. 

Barney was flustered. 

"Why not?" he asked. 

"Dude, that report is so old. I did that report in fourth grade," he answered. 

Again, everyone laughed, and Barney's plan was dashed. 

"You and your crazy schemes, Barney Bussett," Carrie said. 

She now rose up, as if she was readying herself to head in. 

"Well I'm still gonna do the report on him," Barney said. "Ulysses was a great man."

Barney said that last part with a smirk, as if he was referring to something other than Ulysses' military record.

"He was a really great man from the rumors I hear," Carrie chimed in. 

Barney perked up even more, happy to share this inside joke with Richard's hot step mom. 

"Maybe you could write about that part of his life story for extra credit," she suggested, saying it sort of jokingly but with some seriousness in her voice. 

"Yeah, that would be cool," Barney said. 

Carrie giggled.

Richard had no idea what the heck they were talking about. Before he could ask, the moment had passed.

"How old are you, Mrs. Parker, like 25?" Barney asked, all of his attention bestowed upon Carrie.

She gave him a cute smirk again.

"That's very flattering, Barney, but your math skills need some work," she said. "That would mean I would have had Janet when I was seven."

Barney smiled.

"I'm 35," she told him, waving off a bee. "Janet was born shortly after I finished high school."

"Where did you grow up?" was his follow-up question, his interest in her relentless.

Carrie looked at Craig and Richard as if to say 'can you believe this guy?' But she didn't mind the attention. 

"I grew up in Dripping Springs, just outside Austin," she said. "I moved about for some time because of nursing, but I finally settled in Temple, oh, in...1970 I believe. Yes."

Barney now got out of the pool just so he could sit near Carrie. She was unfazed, but seemingly the closer he got to her, the more nervous he was. She could even see a bulge in his bathing suit, as he had to pull the article of clothing away from his body to give his growing erection more room. Carrie giggled to herself at the sight. 

"You have such amazing legs, how do you stay in such great shape?" Barney gushed.

"Well, mostly from running around," she laughed, "picking up Janet and Dick wherever they need a ride to."

"Dude, when are you gonna get a car and make it easier for your step mom?" Barney griped, in Richard's direction. 

It cracked everybody up how Barney was coming to Carrie's defense.

"Oh, Barney, I know Dick can't afford his own car," she said. "He hasn't had time to get a part-time job, plus, I need him around here the next couple weeks for some...things..."

She glanced over at her stepson with a pleasant grin on her face, like she had something planned. This must be what she had to talk to him about later, and now the suspense was driving Richard wild. 

"Wow, 35," Barney said, his attention back on Carrie. 

"Yep, the age a lot of women reach their sexual peak," she added, knowing it would excite him. 

She even winked at Richard and Craig as if to say 'let's see how Barney reacts to that statement.'

"Yeah, I heard that about women," Barney said, shuffling in his seat on the bench nearest Carrie. 

"And it's weird, Barney, because the sexual peak for men is, well, 18," she said to him. 

"You're 35, I'm 18," he said, putting the numbers together, which wasn't always easy for Barney Bussett to do. "It's like we were meant to be together, Mrs. Parker."

Craig and Richard, both getting out of the pool at this time, laughed like Barney just told a funny joke.

"I think Richard's father would have something to say about that," Carrie laughed, "but that is very sweet, Barney."

As all three of the boys, and Carrie, now stood on the deck together, Carrie glanced around openly at all of their naked upper bodies, enjoying how their muscular, young physiques looked even more enticing with water dripping from them. She then glanced downward, and her eyes inevitably went to Richard's bathing suit, and Carrie could see the outline of his tubular organ snaking down his right thigh. Richard did his best to hide it, but she smiled as she noticed its appearance.

And then she stared. There was plenty to look at in the Parkers' backyard - the lush green grass, chirping Hummingbirds, fresh-cut Blue Bonnetts and butterfly bushes - but Carrie instead chose to stare at Richard's penis, whether it was covered or not. And by coincidence or not, it wasn't hard to predict what the next word out of her mouth would be, considering what her mind dwelled on. 




The Tick Incident Ch. 04



The next day couldn't come quick enough. 

Richard Parker awoke on a beautiful Thursday morning full of life and vigor, and jumped readily from his bed, completely nude. 

Each day now, he felt like he was floating on a cloud. He was not only embracing his training, he was loving and savoring every moment of it. 

The day before had been so enjoyable and so incredibly erotic for him that it still left a big smile on his face, and just gave him a deeply warm and happy feeling inside. He loved being naked in the presence of his step mom and stepsister, and it made him anticipate the next 12 days or so with that much more excitement. 

After Barney and Craig had left the night before, Richard hung out with Janet for a bit, watching television, then headed off to bed. He had heard Carrie come in late that night after meeting with friends, but was too tired to get up and chat with her.

He hoped to catch up with her soon. 

In the meantime, he looked at the clock and saw that it was shortly after 11. He could hear Janet was already back from cheerleading practice, so he trotted casually down the steps to talk to his lovely stepsis. 

"Oh hey, Dick," she said nicely to him as he strode into the kitchen. 

In the days that preceded this one, Janet had sometimes reacted to Richard's full-frontal nudity with girlish giggles, which was to be expected of an 18-year-old who hadn't seen many naked men. But to her credit, she had begun to show a certain maturity about the whole thing, not only accepting his nakedness as the norm, but she also had a newfound respect for her stepbrother and what he was doing. 

She encouraged him on his decision to help out with the class her mom was not only spearheading but also serving as the willing instructor for, and Janet also made him feel completely at ease around her. 

All that said, she did still love to check out his naked body, glancing at his nice, tan upper torso, his muscular buttocks, and of course, his remarkably huge penis. 

"No tan lines on you," she teased as he stood before her in the kitchen while she flipped a couple of flapjacks in a skillet. 

She eyed him from head to toe, her eyes lingering on his huge, hanging equipment. 

"No - don't have to worry about that anymore...for a while anyway," he said, sharing a laugh with Janet as they reminisced about the day before. 

Richard now jutted out his midsection a bit, overemphasizing his large, flaccid tool. Janet smiled as she looked right at it, enjoying Richard's desire to show off. 

"You're tan all over now, aren't ya'?" she giggled softly. 

He smiled back, then walked over to turn down the radio a bit so they could talk more. 

"Copacabana" was secretly one of Richard's favorite songs, so it created a nice backdrop for conversation with Janet. 

"Do NOT go outside today, Dick," Janet said as she continued to cook. "It is so fuckin' hot. We had to cut practice short because it was just too much."

"What did you guys work on?" Richard asked. 

He could barely believe his own ears - he never asked Janet about cheerleading practice, but he just wanted to keep the chat going. 

"Well we worked in this new routine, but...I don't know - I'm just kind of pissed off because we screwed up the pyramid," she explained. "It was the first time we almost nailed it, but...ugh, it was just too hot today, that's all..."

Richard appeared sympathetic, and his ability to listen allowed Janet to open up even more with him. 

"Dick, can I ask you a serious question, and please just tell me the truth," she said, sitting down at the table across from him and taking a few bites of her pancakes. 

Richard nodded, and encouraged her to continue. 

"Do you think I'm getting fat?" she asked. 

Richard immediately got the feeling that Janet began to compare herself to the other cheerleaders at the college, and that she was feeling the normal anxieties accompanied with being a girl her age. He went out of his way to settle any fears she had. 

"Janet, you're perfect," he said with utmost sincerity, looking right into her beautiful eyes from across the table. 

She gave him a warm smile, in effect thanking him for his compassion, but she sought more reassurance. 

"I don't know...sometimes I think my thighs are getting too big," she said, glancing down at them. 

Richard wished he could see those tan beauties, but at the moment they were underneath the table, out of his view. He looked forward to seeing them again. 

"I get them from mom, ya' know? It's not my fault," she said, taking a bite of toast. 

It was those big, well-rounded thighs - on both Janet and her mom - that drove Richard nuts. Janet was simply being too hard on herself - her thighs didn't even look like they had an ounce of fat on them. They were just big, tan, smooth, supple...succulent. 

Richard didn't want to be overly descriptive to Janet in telling her how he thought they were breathtaking, as he didn't want her to think he was obsessed with them, but he did in fact want to make her feel good. 

Janet had always been confident about her looks, even cocky at times. But the fact that she was questioning her figure showed just how delicate some women can be at that - or any - age when dealing with their bodies. Janet had a beauty that came from inside, something Richard had come to know. He cared deeply for Janet, and let her know it. 

"Janet, I am your stepbrother, and up until the last few weeks I know we've kind of...been bratty to one another," he began, again looking her in the eyes. "But I can tell you, seriously, that I think you are just...you're beautiful."

"Aw, Dick," she gushed, smiling warmly at him. 

"And your thighs are fuckin' perfect - believe me," he said. 

Richard didn't often curse, so the fact that he did in this particular incident stressed to Janet he was really trying to get his point across. 

"I can't stand when girls are too skinny," he went on. "You're...a full-bodied young woman. Please don't ever change."

She giggled sweetly at his sentiments. After she took her empty plate to the sink, she sat up on the table, preparing to make a quick phone call. She crossed her legs, now seemingly showing off those big, healthy thighs.

Her tiny black shorts hugged them nice and tight, and every now and then, when she would move about the room, Richard could see her enormous breasts bounce around underneath her white t-shirt. 

"When do you leave for Baylor?" Janet asked her stepbrother casually, as he stood before her. 

"Why, you trying to get rid of me?" he kidded.

"No, no," she smiled, tapping her foot in the air just to draw more attention to her amazing legs. "I was just curious. It's gonna be kinda boring without you around."

Richard began to speak, but as she often did, Janet interrupted - not to be rude, but just out of habit. 

"Can you believe it's gonna be the '80's in like four months. Isn't that crazy?" she asked wide-eyed. 

"Yeah," Richard replied, standing back and pondering the subject. "The last few years just went by so frickin' fast."

"That's the way high school is - you're just so busy with things that time just goes right by," she said with a hint of wisdom. "I mean with classes, activities, sports, studying, dates...you don't even have time to think."

Richard agreed with her whole-heartedly, and also had another keen observation of his own. 

"Yeah, time flies. But I think the next 12 days or so will go by slow...at least for me," he said jokingly about his training. 

He did in fact love being naked, but he would get nervous every now and then, as if a new challenge awaited him around every corner. Janet sensed his anxiety, and went about easing his worries. 

She smiled, and glanced down at his flaccid - but still enormous - male appendage. 

"You've been doing great, Dick, seriously," she said. "My mom and I have nothing but high marks for you so far."

One might think she was talking down to Richard, as she spoke with an heir of superiority over him. But Richard didn't mind. It actually aroused him a great deal. He liked the feeling of allowing Carrie - and even Janet - to lead him down this path he had chosen. It was his choice to do this class, and to accept the training Carrie had in mind for him. And he felt in his heart that this venture would not only allow him to live out his exhibitionist desires, but would lead to bigger things, a certain lifestyle even.

"You think I've been doing okay with it?" he asked of his nude regiment. 

"I do, I really do," she said sincerely. "Seriously, Dick, yesterday you really impressed me..."

Richard couldn't help but smirk, as one thing suddenly came to mind, and Janet knew what that something was.

"And I'm not just talking about your uh...ejaculatory exploits," she smiled, acknowledging his amazing come shot of a day earlier. 

He giggled, sounding almost like she often does. 

"I mean you were really...yourself," she said. "Your personality really came out. You were sociable, you were smiling, laughing - jumping up and down (laugh)...you didn't just sit there like a bump on a log, which my mom and I feared you might do. You were really a lot of fun."

Richard thanked her for the kind words, and told her he was glad to be coming out of his shell. 

"Barney and Craig really get a kick out of you, ya' know?" she went on. "I think your level-headedness and your ability to make everybody around you feel good really amazes them."

An ability to "make everybody around you feel good" was a quality Richard often bestowed upon his step mother. The fact that Janet gave Richard that same compliment was a high honor. Maybe Carrie was rubbing off on him. 

The two went on talking casually about their respective colleges, and after 20 minutes or so Carrie came through the front door, relieved to make it in from the heat. 

"Oh good, Dick, you're up - I was just about to call upstairs to you," she said as the beautiful brunette entered the kitchen, her hair in a cute pigtail. 

Her casual look was not limited to just her gorgeous brown locks, as she wore a sporty looking Bicentennial T-shirt and a pair of white denim shorts. The shirt was three years old, and a bit shrunken over the years from several washes. That meant, of course, her rather large breasts showed up awfully nice in the red, white and blue top.

As Richard carefully checked out his step mom's sexy attire, she in turn gave the boy a quick once over, her soft, brown eyes ever so casually glancing down at his soft, but enormous member. On the inside, she was delighted to see Richard embracing his training, but now reacted to it as if it was expected of him. 

"Ugh," Carrie said as she put down a bag of groceries on the counter - milk, eggs, and some other items showing through the plastic bag. "That was an exhausting morning, lemme tell ya.' "

"Please do," Janet kidded. "I heard you come in late last night - what did you do, dance the night away with your doctor buddies?'

Carrie let out a disgusted sigh as if she didn't even want to get started on the topic.

"That," she began, "is a whole other story. I'll tell ya' all about it in a minute but in the meantime, Dick?"

The boy had been temporarily distracted by something on television, but quickly snapped back to focus. 

"Dick? You with me?" she smiled. 

"Yes, mam," he answered her obediently. 

"I need you, both of you actually, to help me out with the groceries," Carrie told them, her hands on her hips, looking nice and authoritative. "We're gonna make a little assembly line (laugh). I'll bring them in from the car. Janet, you wait for me at the door and bring them into the kitchen, and Dick, you can put everything away, okay?"

"Yes, mam," Richard answered clearly. 

Janet just sort of nodded, watching a Tab commercial on the television. A shirtless man with rippling muscles is what captivated her about the particular ad. She then laughed to herself as she realized that she had something much better in person - Richard, who was not only shirtless, but completely naked. The young girl strolled out of the kitchen and to the front door. 

Seemingly mundane, everyday tasks like this one now became a lot more fun for Richard, and the two women as well. Richard did in fact feel such a thrill as his huge dick swung about to and fro without any constraint, right in the open view of the two women. 

As Janet relayed the groceries to Richard, bringing in bag after bag after bag, she took special delight in checking out his ample package just about every time she came back in the kitchen. Her glances were not at all thwarted by her step brother, but rather welcomed. 

After their task was complete, Carrie joined Richard and Janet in the kitchen for some lemonade, with Carrie sitting at the kitchen table, Janet sitting up on the counter - her amazing legs at eye level, and Richard stood casually in the middle of the room. When the women's conversation changed to something Richard wasn't particularly interested in, he awkwardly shifted his weight from one leg to the other, in a seemingly restless fashion. 

He did feel awkward when he would go long stretches without saying anything, but he braved through it. 

"Tell me about last night - what the hell happened?" Janet asked curiously. 

"Oh my God," Carrie laughed, holding the glass of lemonade up to her forehead in order to cool off at a faster rate. "I met with Stan and Melanie for dinner, and we were all thinking steak, so we decided to go to 'The Cactus.'"

"How was it?" Janet jumped in. 

"Oh the food was sensational," Carrie said. "But lemme -"

"What did you have?" Richard had to ask. 

"The porterhouse," Carrie told him with a smile. "It was amazing. The food is always good there."

Carrie pushed her chair out from the table a bit, just to get closer to Janet and Richard. She was about to tell them about the events of the night before, but just by natural reflex, she pulled in closer to the kids as if to not let anybody else hear the conversation. 

She also crossed her legs, then began gently rubbing the top of the right one, indirectly getting Richard very excited. But he maintained his composure. 

"Anyway," she began, taking a sip of lemonade. "Well, Doctor Stan had a little bit too much to drink. And Melanie wasn't of much help either."

"Didn't they bring the baby?" Janet asked with a confused look on her pretty face. 

"At the last minute, they called their babysitter," Carrie explained, her eyes getting bigger as she approached the real crux of the story. "They wanted to have a night to themselves and cut loose, which is fine. Hey, I understand completely. When you have a baby, and it's 24-7 taking care of it and getting so little sleep and running around and all the hectic scheduling...believe me, I know. You need to have a night out once in a while."

Janet and Richard both nodded to signify their understanding. 

"But," Carrie announced. "Once they both finished off more than a bottle of White Zinfandel between the two of them, guess who suddenly became the unlucky designated driver?"

"Oh no," Janet said. 

"This girl, right here," Carrie said loudly, pointing her thumbs towards her own chest. 

"Don't they (laugh), don't they live in Austin?" Janet asked. 

"Um-mmm," Carrie nodded. "We picked 'The Cactus' because it's a good meeting point - halfway in between."

"Right, right," Janet agreed. 

"But when I had to drive them all the way home, then turn around and come all the way back - I was so exhausted," Carrie said. "Then, on top of all that, they were doing construction in the middle of the night on Route 35. Bumper to bumper for over an hour...(Sigh) We decided to take a little detour and try some of the side roads. (Sarcastic laugh) For crying out loud, some of the little dirt trails around Old Man Custard's Ranch are paved better."

This sad but entertaining little anecdote painted yet another picture of Carrie's unyielding compassion for others, as she put Stan and Melanie's needs before her own. And after such a stressful night, Carrie needed to unwind a bit. 

"Didn't you think about staying at the Mackenzies' for the night?" Janet asked. 

"The baby," Carrie answered. 

"Oh right," Janet replied. 

"Just in case the baby was up all night, I didn't want to go through all that - I was tired," the mom said. "Plus, I didn't want you and Dick worrying where I was. I was going to stop and call but I figured, lemme just get home before anything else happens."

Just then the lovely brunette spotted a few rabbits about to do some damage to her flower bed, and she bolted up from her chair to go outside and shoo them away. Richard loved how her nice, big butt bounced around in her tight shorts as she ran. 

"She's so obsessed with her flowers," Janet said, her eyes lingering on Richard's naked penis. 

"I know," he laughed. "They do look really good though."

Carrie came back in and quickly apologized for her hasty exit. 

"So how drunk were they?" Janet laughed. 

"Drunk," Carrie said flatly. "When Doctor Stan gets up and starts singing 'I did it my way,' you know it's time to leave."

Carrie then indulged the kids in a more expansive retelling of the night's events, and how the Mackenzies did some wild dancing. It was nothing more wild than the parties they used to throw, parties that Carrie briefly alluded to. These "wild parties" were of great interest to Richard, but Carrie would leave it for another time to go into more detail about those. 

"Yeah - the two of them are gonna be nursing some pretty major hangovers today, that's for sure," Carrie chuckled.

After a few seconds of silence, the mom and daughter looked over at Richard with grins, welcoming the boy to add anything to the conversation. He did in fact go about 20 minutes without saying a word. 

"That sucks for them," he said of the Mackenzies. "Glad I'm not hung over today."

Carrie gave him a sympathetic smile. She knew he was trying to be sociable. Janet was in a more teasing mood. 

"No - you're just hung," she quipped. 

The mom chuckled whole heartedly. 

"Janet," she could barely get out. "That's (laugh)..."

Carrie gave up on trying to say something in response and instead just gave into a hearty laugh. 

"I'm sorry, I just can't go long without acknowledging..." the daughter said, pointing to his hefty penis. 

"His ding dong?" Carrie said in a cute fashion. 

Richard rolled his hips to gently make his penis swing from side to side. 

"It does almost demand to be noticed, doesn't it?" Carrie observed, sympathizing with her daughter. 

The mom leaned in and looked directly at Richard's incredibly large softy. 

"Well, Hello there, how are you today?" the woman said in an adorable tone, jokingly talking to his hanging member. 

Again, he made it dance for her. Carrie not only shook her head with a big grin, marveling at her stepson's long, dangly dork, but it amazed her so much that she had to indulge her curiosity on the matter. 

"Richard, have you ever - " the mom began to ask but was interrupted by her precocious daughter. 

"I keep seeing all these dancing penises - I just can't get the images out of my mind from yesterday," Janet said happily, reminiscing about her first experience with such blatant, full-frontal male nudity. "That was sooooo much fun."

"Yes, yes it was," Carrie confirmed with a smile. 

All three of them, including Richard, recalled the previous afternoon's events with glee, as it was not only a hoot, but it brought all three of them closer together. 

"It was a heck of a lot of fun, but exhausting," Carrie said. "I could barely get out of bed this morning."

"At least you didn't have to do jumping jacks," Richard commented with a grin. 

It took only a second for Carrie to realize what he was referring to. 




The Tick Incident Ch. 05



Barney had to be careful not to speed. He was so excited to get to his destination, but needed to curtail his emotion.

His rusty, 1970 Vista Cruiser Station Wagon, a car he shared with his mom, sounded like it might stall at any moment, but it kept puttering along, much the same way young Barney Bussett displayed such a persistence in accomplishing his task. His solo expedition was about to be rewarded. With a simple sign.

"Welcome to Dripping Springs," the boy said triumphantly as he read aloud the message on the old green and white road sign. "Ah, Gateway to the Hills of Texas...I made it. I can't believe I'm here."

The two-hour car ride was well worth it. Barney was making - what he felt was - a very important trip.

"The birthplace of my goddess," he said happily aloud.

It was a dry and windy day, as clouds of dirt and dust blew across the deserted road. But to Barney, everything about it was warm and welcoming.

And his car pushed along as the boy read from a piece of note paper bearing specific directions.

********************

Back in Temple, the Parker house was full of spirit.

Carrie and daughter Janet sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast with Ms. Krendall and daughter Madison, getting into a heated but all-the-while friendly discussion about local politics.

"She wasn't born in Texas," Carrie repeated for the up-teenth time, with much more emphasis. "If you weren't born in Texas, then you're not a Texan."

"Jeez, Mom, that's kind of smug," Janet kidded her mom, as the girl popped another home fry into her mouth.

"I'm not saying you can't LIVE here," Carrie stressed. "It's just...if you want to run for mayor, then I feel you should have lived here your whole life."

Carrie was at her best, and looking her best. She loved a good debate, and sat confidently at the table, casual in a pair of khaki shorts and a white cotton tee.

Rebecca Wanstedt was the woman that had become such a topic of discussion at the Parker kitchen table on this lovely morning. Ms. Wanstedt was running for mayor of Temple, and she was also a dear friend of Krendy's. 

Although Carrie supported some of Wanstedt's policies and plans to improve the town, she couldn't get past the simple fact she was a transplant from Oklahoma City.

The issue shed light on Carrie's love of Texas, and Temple, and of course her family in particular. She always wanted to protect herself and her loved ones against any outside influences that could change their dearly-treasured way of life.

"I swear, Carr," Krendy told her friend, calling her Carr for short as she often did, even in a small but intense debate like this one. "If you would just give her a chance, you would love her. She could really make Temple better."

"Easy for you to say - you live in Houston," Carrie fired back gusto, smiling as she took a bite of crispy, buttered toast. 

"I pleaded with her to move to Fall Creek - when they were starting that new development," Krendy argued, as the two young girls at the table rolled their eyes at one another, hoping this political discussion would soon end. "I would have loved to have her as a neighbor. God, you're lucky she lives out your way now."

Somewhat bored by the discussion, Janet and Maddy entertained themselves by making funny faces at one another. It was a spirited way to start the day.

But their mothers, however, were still caught up in their discussion.

"What would you say if I set up a meeting between you two, with you and Rebecca?" Krendy suggested to Carrie, proud that she had such pull with the mayoral candidate.

"Fine. If it will make you happy, Krendy, I'm all for it," Carrie teased, taking her plate and some of the other dishes over to the sink.

Deborah took that as a moral victory, but wasn't satisfied.

"What do you girls think? Are you as stubborn as my dear friend here, and wouldn't vote for Ms. Wanstedt simply because she's not a native Texan, or are you more liberated and advanced in your thinking and would realize she is simply the best person for the job, regardless of her place of birth?" Krendy asked, speaking both fluently and confidently.

"Krendy, dear, please don't break your ankles when you're getting down off your soap box," Carrie teased her buddy.

Deborah, in turn, tossed a wash cloth at her longtime chum.

"I'd vote for her," Maddy simply said, running her hand along her right leg, enjoying the feel of her cotton pajama bottoms.

"There, ya' see?" Krendy responded. "And what do you think, Janet?"

Carrie's precocious daughter, who was busy running her hands through her hair as she pondered how to wear it on this day, was somewhat caught off guard by the question.

"I don't know, Aunt Deb," she mumbled, tossing another home fry into her mouth. "I can't vote."

Both of the girls, still dressed in their PJ's, kept cracking smiles at one another, basically saying 'why are they asking us such serious questions. It's summer time for crying out loud?!'

"Hypothetically, darling," Krendy persisted. Janet took a deep breath and exhaled, groaning a bit, and then brought her hands down from her hair, letting them loudly smack her thighs.

"Um. I have to stick with my mom on this one - gotta have Parker unity," the girl said, smiling at her mother. "If she's not born here, then...I can't vote for her."

Krendy's persistence hadn't resolved anything - the issue was still split amongst the four present.

"Oh fooey, then we have a draw," she said.

Knowing that there wasn't likely to be anyone else weighing in on the topic, Krendy tried to change the opinion of the ones in the room.

"Carr, look at me, she was born in Oklahoma, 10 miles from the border mind you, then moved to Galveston when she was five - oh you're not even listening," Krendy laughed. "I give up."

Carrie, her lovely figure perfectly accentuated by her summertime attire, finished washing some of the dishes and now dried her lovely hands with a paper towel.

"Just let it go, Deb," she told her friend. "That's enough debating for today."

Krendy, for the moment, decided to be passive. She crossed her right leg over the left one, fidgeted with her skirt for a moment, and took a sip of her mint-flavored tea. But goodness, the issue was eating away at her.

Only a few moments of silence followed before Krendy pushed the friendly argument further.

"We need a tiebreaker," she said aloud. The women knew there was one more person in the Parker household that morning, possibly still in his bed, asleep. But he had become a very celebrated and popular figure, even in his absence.

"Where's Dick?" Maddy asked with a big smile. Janet grinned happily at her friend, as they both thought the same thing. Their minds dwelled on Richard's sexy, naked form.

Carrie and Ms. Krendall smiled as well, glad that Richard was again a topic of discussion. But Carrie knew this wasn't a topic Richard would really want to weigh in on.

"Oh I don't think Dick would care one way or the other," the lovely brunette had to admit, knowing enough about the interests of 18-year-old males to realize this would not be a conversation he'd be passionate about.

But as if on cue, the sound of footsteps came down the stairway and into the kitchen, and the women smiled at each other as they knew who was about to make his first appearance of the day.

"Dick!" Madison said happily as she saw the young man stride into the room.

Madison then saw Richard's naked, tan body, and she showed her appreciation with laughter and applause.

He still had a natural tendency to at first cover his privates with his hands, but as his days of training wore on - and he also realized that the women had already seen him naked on multiple occasions anyhow - his hands quickly fell by his sides, and his large penis was unveiled for all to see. "That's so great," Maddy said aloud. "Every day - just walks around in only his birthday suit."

"Why shouldn't he?" said Madison's mom, as she then aimed her glance in Richard's direction.

Krendy then took a quick look around the kitchen, seeing that the three women - and especially the girls - all had eager grins on their pretty faces, hoping that Krendy - given her suddenly brazen nature the night before - might voice her appreciation for Richard's full-frontal nudity. And she did not disappoint.

She looked back over at Richard, crossed her legs, slapped her knee and offered the young man one piece of advice.

"Why dontcha just let that big dork swing free."

The room erupted into laughter, and Krendy had found a new passion.

She loved being the one making the crude remarks, craved the attention and adulation it brought her. She had worked so hard her entire life to maintain such a pristine, matronly image. And now she affectively played off that image so well, making comments that were both funny and sometimes of a frank nature, and these amusing comments were so delightfully surprising when they came from her mouth.

Krendy was affectively diversifying her personality. She could be the most well-spoken woman in the room, and then seconds later be the life of the party. Her candid remark about Richard's anatomy also was a refreshing break from the political chatter that had begun to bore Janet and Madison.

"I have to say - you are frickin' huge," Maddy said with an adorable laugh.

Young Richard, as he had come to do often in the past week, proudly swung his hips, gently making his large organ sway from side to side.

"Oh, brother. Hon, have you ever considered calling the Temple Historical Society?" Krendy asked, poking a bit of fun as she bit into her jellied toast with an audible crunch. "I'm sure in their rows and rows of books and ledgers containing all kinds of news and nuggets about the area, they could find a place to make mention of the possible record-breaker you got there."

Janet and Madison burst out laughing.

"No, I'm serious," Krendy persisted, with a chuckle, gesturing to Richard's huge, dangling organ, its flaccid state bigger than most erections. "I mean, sheesh..."

Carrie heard their colorful comments, but gave them only passing thought because she knew Richard was not one to boast about his size.

"We'll all agree to say it's a whopper, and leave it at that," Carrie smiled, as she casually glanced down at Dick's enormous penis, and placed a plate of eggs, sausage and home fries down at his place at the table.

"It's a big, healthy, beautiful penis," Krendy added with a grin, as Richard's aforementioned organ fell out of sight underneath the table.

Everybody was now feeling loose and giddy, and still riding a high from the night before. It only took a few minutes before the activities of that magical evening were reminisced about.

"So, Dick, how'd ya' like your first Cee-Eff-Enn-Emm party last night?" Madison asked, over pronouncing every letter of the lovely acronym.

"It was awesome," he told her honestly, swallowing down a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

"He was a star," Carrie complimented her stepson.

"Oh Dick was great, but I think Aunt Deb stole the show," Janet remarked with glee.

A congratulatory round of applause followed, causing Krendy to jokingly stand and take a bow. Engulfing Richard's massive organ with her delicate but inviting mouth and then skillfully bringing it to climax deserved such praise.

"Last night was fun. It was definitely fun," Krendy said happily with a chuckle.

The attention then shifted back to Richard, and he thought he heard one of the ladies ask him a question but he couldn't quite make it out over all the excitement. He sat there with a blank stare as he felt eight beautiful eyes focused squarely on him.

"What?" he asked confused.

They all giggled.

"Deborah asked if it was all you hoped it would be," Carrie said to her stepson, speaking of Richard's first CFNM party.

Richard then glanced over at Ms. Krendall and, with the warm smile she gave him, he felt the question may have not only been referring to the party as a whole, but that she was also hoping he had enjoyed the intimate moments they shared together.

"Oh it was amazing," he gushed. "I would definitely do it again."

Ms. Krendall's smile widened, and she lovingly patted Richard lightly on the shoulder.

"It was quite a performance," she encouraged him. As Richard enjoyed his breakfast, every now and then there would be a brief silence. Everyone was sort of coming down to Earth and also trying to rev up for the day ahead. So at times, conversation was at a minimal, until Richard pushed it forward.

"Do you know what dorm you're staying in?" Richard asked Madison, looking right over at the perky, young brunette.

"Uh, Collins Hall. It's pretty cool, got like 500 students," she replied.

"Wow," he answered, taking his last bite of sausage as Carrie quickly took his plate from the table.

"All female of course," she added in sort of a bummed-out tone. "But the rooms are nice, movable furniture and stuff like that...Where you gonna be crashing at?"

"Oh, I think Martin Hall," Richard quickly replied. "Seems pretty nice."

"Cool. That's not far from me," Madison told him. Richard's appetite then took over, as he quickly devoured a full plate of eggs and bacon, then another.

The women got a kick out of how much the young man could eat.

"Ah, the appetite of a young, red-blooded male," Krendy said, openly voicing her appreciation of the spectacle before her.

"You go right ahead and eat as much as you want, Dick. We have plenty," Carrie told him, as she popped a stick of Dentyne chewing gum in her mouth.

Carrie then pulled up a chair and sat just a few feet from Dick. She didn't bother pulling her chair up to the table since Madison had taken up a lot of space with scattered brochures and other reading materials from Baylor, so Carrie just sat peacefully next to Richard.

The boy loved her khaki shorts, how they hugged her gorgeous thighs so perfectly. And when she walked about, her nice, big apple bottom danced around in those delightfully tight shorts. Almost like it was there just to tantalize him, and remind him time and time again just how sexy a woman's ass - even one entirely covered by clothes - could be.

"You like my shirt?" she asked her stepson innocently, tugging on her skimpy Cowboys tee and indirectly accentuating the outline of her big, luscious breasts.

"Oh cool," he said with great sincerity, swallowing down another mouthful of Carrie's deliciously-prepared scrambled eggs. "It's nice to see some Cowboys stuff around here, what with all this Oilers crap the last couple days..." He gave Maddy a kidding smile, and she took the bait.

"Listen, Dick, you badmouth the Oilers one more time..." she teasingly threatened him.

"And you'll do what?" he fired back, keeping the argument going, as it seemed to gain steam.

"I won't introduce you to any of my field hockey friends - how's that for starters?" she laughed. He piped down.

"Fine," he muttered, knowing he would indeed like to meet some of Maddy's gal pals.

Carrie offered a splendid smile in his direction.

"I do worry about Richard leaving home," she said honestly. "I mean he's a very outgoing young man with a lot of delightful qualities, but his two best friends are Barney and Craig and he's had them his whole life..."

"He's never really HAD to make other friends," Krendy said aloud, voicing her understanding of the situation.

"Exactly," Carrie said, "and now, it's gonna be a whole new world for him..."

"I think he'll adapt," Deborah said, looking over at Richard with an approving smile. "Boys adjust - they always do."

When Krendy said that, she was mainly referring to her belief that Richard would fit in at school, but everyone in the room also thought of Richard's ability to handle the responsibilities thrust upon him when he agreed to take part in Carrie's class.

The evidence was right before them, as Richard ever so calmly sat completely naked at the kitchen table, surrounded by four fully-clothed women. To this charming young man, the task was getting to be a breeze.

"Did Maddy tell you what she's gonna minor in, sweetie?" Carrie asked her wonderful stepson.

"No, mam," he dutifully answered.

Richard glanced over at Ms. Krendall, and noticed she rolled her eyes as her daughter was about to provide the answer.

"Agriculture," Madison said proudly. "Yeah - gonna be a farmer girl."

"Wow, you can work for 'Old Man' Custard," Richard joked, folding his hands on the table before him to further relax himself.

"Yeah, that would be far out," she laughed. "No, but seriously, I just wanna be able to handle living...in the country if it comes to that."

"I make us more urbanized, she wants to become more ruralized," Krendy joked as she poured herself some coffee from the pot.

"It's not that, Mom, I just...well God look at Aunt Carrie - she's like a regular Henrietta King," Maddy said adoringly, comparing her role model to one of the most famous ranchers in Texas history.

"I'm hardly that," Carrie jumped in, sounding humble.

"I could never do all the things around here you do, Aunt Carr," Maddy went on.

The discussion went on and on, as Maddy continued to elaborate on her desire to be balanced - to be completely prepared for a career in nursing, yet able to handle herself in a rural setting, since many of her relatives lived on farms or at least in a very country-like atmosphere.

"Well what do you learn?" her mom asked, doubting the worth of these classes.

"Oh God, everything," Maddy responded. "Harvesting crops, the economics of agriculture, simpler things like learning all the chief exports of the area...um, milking a cow..."

Krendy wasn't thrilled with the idea, and laughed a bit as if to say, 'sweetie, just take some economics classes instead - those will be more useful.'

Janet, feeling left out of this conversation for far too long, had to make her presence felt. "Wow, milking a cow. Geez, Maddy, that sounds like fun, totally..." Janet began. "But in the meantime, you can milk Richard - that will give you a head start."

She said it so easily, yet on the inside Janet was bursting with excitement with the idea she just came up with. Krendy and Carrie had to chuckle, and Madison was thrilled with the concept, even if it was offered in a joking sort of way.

Maddy pressed the issue further.

"By milking Richard, you mean..." she began, waiting for Janet to finish for her. "Masturbating his penis for quite some time until it delivers forth a gushing rush of ejaculate," Janet cleverly described, in both a clinical and sexy fashion.

"Mmm," sounds fun, " Maddy answered, as she loved the fact the moms weren't interfering with their racy discussion.

Maddy and Janet looked lustfully at Richard, loving it when he would flex his big pectoral muscles in the summer sunlight, which danced its way through the kitchen blinds. The two girls just sat there ogling young Dick, and Carrie and Krendy both had to stifle giggles.

"Settle down, you two," Carrie told her daughter and Maddy. "It's a little bit early in the day to be discussing 'milking,' and 'ejaculate' (laugh)."

"We have to build up to that," Krendy piped in.

"Exactly," Carrie added.

Then, there was an uncomfortable silence, as no one in the room knew what to say next. Richard just sat there quietly, glancing at Janet and Maddy, who both offered beaming smiles.

Carrie, very gracefully, made everyone feel at ease.

"I swear I could start a B & B here," she remarked, looking at the piles of dishes that accumulated near the sink. "It's obvious everyone likes my cooking. And I think most people would enjoy the scenery here."

Young Madison, who had to pry her focus away from Richard for the moment, nevertheless offered her support.

"It would be cool to open up a bed and breakfast in Temple, Aunt Carr," she said. "A lot of people visit on the way to Dallas or Fort Worth..."




The Tick Incident Ch. 05



"We're just a rest stop, is that what you are saying?" Carrie kidded her with a laugh, and much to Richard's delight, Carrie leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs to show off her beautifully-tanned, well-rounded thighs.

"No, no. I mean all the people flocking to the big cities - they would love to see a small town like this, see how nice and quiet and down to earth it is," Maddy, said, expanding on her original point.

Carrie took a relaxing sip of coffee.

"That is true - I think people would enjoy it here," she smiled. "We already have a spare bedroom, and with Dick moving in at school..."

"Aw, you're gonna rent my room out?" Richard asked dejectedly, nearly getting up from his seat.

Quite amusingly, Janet and Madison followed Richard's every move, anticipating him standing up, but to their chagrin, he remained seated, his penis still out of sight underneath the table. It was quite a tease.

"Sweetie, I'm just throwing ideas around, that's all," Carrie told her stepson. "You're gonna be gone eight months out of the year now - I don't think you would mind if some very nice people stayed in your room on weekends."

Krendy's interest in the topic picked up a bit.

"So you are really thinking about it?" she asked.

"I am. I really am," Carrie said, excited about the idea. "I've been thinking about it for a while now, and Neil and I have been laying out plans - we'll talk about it more when he gets back...That nice woman, Clara, who came to photograph my flowers - she thought we already were a B&B, the way the flowers were, the backyard - she really fell in love with our wonderful home."

Richard was happy for Carrie, but had trouble getting past the idea of renting out his room to strangers. Now it all made sense, why Carrie was so obsessed with cleaning lately - it was more than just tidying up for Ms. Krendall and Madison. Her intent was to get the house ready to become a bed and breakfast.

Richard was lukewarm on the whole possibility until Carrie sweetened the deal.

"And your father was talking about..." Carrie began, looking at Richard, "getting an in-ground pool."

"Oh no way!" the young man said excitedly, as Janet and Maddy also voiced their interest.

"But this will mean tearing the old pool and the deck down at the end of the summer," Carrie warned, "so we're all gonna have to chip in."

Janet rose up a bit from the table in excitement, and, as a result, stuck out her nice, full breasts a bit more. They filled out her bright yellow pajama tee very seductively.

"We're gonna have to use the old pool as much as possible then," the girl said very sexily, knowing that meant more afternoons of the boys skinny dipping in the presence of the women. "Give the old pool a big, final sendoff."

Carrie happily nodded her approval. As the excitement picked up, the girls nevertheless grew restless, with each passing moment.

They were so used to seeing Richard naked that any moment they couldn't see him nude seemed to last forever. And now the girls entertained themselves by dropping things underneath the table, just so they would have to bend down and retrieve the items, and catch a quick glimpse of Richard's enormous penis.

"Oh goodness look at that - I dropped a fork again," Janet snickered, then dropped down below to pick up the utensil. "I am just all thumbs today."

Maddy took her cue.

"Oops, my pen," she laughed, then followed suit by ducking her head underneath the table.

"Oh my goodness," she said while she was down below, no doubt sneaking a peak of Richard's humongous tool.

It lied along his leg, very relaxed but awesome to look at.

It didn't take long for Carrie and Ms. Krendall to pick up on what was transpiring.

"Alright, girls, enough - please don't mess up my nice silverware," Carrie urged with an amused laugh.

"But we can't...see it," Maddy objected with a frown.

Carrie smiled.

"His peter?" she giggled.

The girls snickered.

"Be patient young ones," Ms. Krendall piped in. "I'm sure you're gonna be seeing it an awful lot today."

Krendy then let out a very hearty laugh, which aroused Richard a great deal. He could tell she - as well as the girls - were thrilled with his full-frontal nudity.

The duties of the day soon intervened, and moved the pace of this delightful afternoon firmly along.

The girls went upstairs to get changed, and once they returned, Carrie made an announcement. 

"Well I do need help from ya' all," she said laughingly as she arose from her chair and put her breathtaking form on full display, striding gracefully through the kitchen.

"Remember the little assembly line we did the other day?" she asked, alternating her glance back and forth between Janet and Richard.

The two young ones nodded in agreement.

"Well this one's gonna be even better," Carrie laughed. "Dick, I want you to go upstairs. You'll see all the boxes that we used to pack things away in - it's a whole row of them. Carefully - and I do mean carefully, bring each one down one at a time. Do NOT strain yourself. Just take your time. They're not heavy but just be careful. When you bring each one down, I want Maddy (looking in her direction) to bring them out to the kitchen. Janet, darling, I want you to tape them up, and then Krendy and I will take them out to the garage and try to make room for them."

The garage was already filled with a lot of clutter, but Carrie found it her duty to make order out of chaos.

"Sounds like a plan," Richard said happily.

As the group began to get up from their seats and take their aforementioned positions in this productive assembly line, Janet and Madison fixed their gaze upon Richard, who casually arose from his seat and stood upright in the middle of the kitchen.

The girls playfully clapped as they could once again see his beautiful penis.

"You know what it reminds me of - the way the girls carry on every time they see it?" Krendy said offhand. "One of those comedic sitcoms with the canned applause. As soon as his penis makes its presence known, it's like when the main character of the show walks in and the crowd goes nuts."

This only made the girls voice their delight to a greater degree.

"Your penis is like the Fonzy of the Parker house," Madison remarked.

Now basking in their adoration, Richard felt a warm glow from within.

He was beginning to love being the center of attention.

Carrie was about to talk, then started cracking up.

"The Fonzy of the Parker house. Wow," she laughed. "Well 'anyhoo,' if we could get crackin' guys, that would be just dynamite. I really want this place more organized by the time the sun goes down."

Carrie was so efficient - in her management of the house and the people within it, and also in regards to Richard's training. She was always making sure that his nudity was right in the flow with everything else. The girls would make comments about it, make their little jokes, but then everything would carry on in proper fashion.

As Richard made his first trip upstairs, he quickly saw the boxes that Carrie had made mention of. He took a peak inside and saw that one was filled with old Halloween costumes, one of which was Gene Simmons of Kiss. Richard cracked up as he opened the box and looked at the plastic mask, which was a pretty good likeness of his favorite lead singer. The black and white makeup, the little hole that allowed you to stick your tongue out and even wag it about - Richard remembered fondly the day he wore the amusing ensemble.

But it was time to experience new things, and pack away the past. He picked up the box and began striding downstairs.

He glanced down and saw young Madison waiting for him, and she had a pleasant smile on her face as her eyes were momentarily fixed upon his penis. She didn't let her stare linger though, and happily took the box from Richard and went on her way.

With the second box, however, a pattern formed. As Richard strode down the steps, Maddy instinctively - and without shame this time - stared openly at Richard's wang, which seemed to dazzle the young woman with its unconstrained movements.

"That's a whole lot of meat you're swingin' around," she laughed openly, staring down at his huge appendage as she took the box from him.

"Well I can't help it - I have a box in my hands," he scoffed, although he didn't at all mind this attractive young woman commenting about his organ.

Away she went, a giddy laugh fading into the distance. Richard gallantly ran up the steps to retrieve the next box, and patiently waited for Madison to return.

Richard suddenly began to realize that Carrie's assembly line was possibly designed with purpose, that she wanted Maddy to have some interaction with young Richard, that it would be fun and healthy for the two of them.

And the fact that where Maddy was stationed, she would be watching Richard go up and down the steps and moving and jostling all about, the boy could only laugh as he figured even that was done on purpose by Carrie.

As Maddy reappeared, Richard got an idea, and indulged himself. Carrie had told him not to carry more than one box at a time, but he nevertheless put one on each of his shoulders, and walked carefully down the steps.

It was one of the few times he did not heed Carrie's advice, but it paid off. She did in fact want him to be able to make decisions on his own, so in that respect, he was following right in line.

He was showing off his brawn to young Maddy, as he strode down the stairs, two big boxes resting upon his broad shoulders.

"Oh wow, you're so strong," she said with adoration as he neared the bottom.

With his arm muscles flexed, and his pecs also shining gloriously, this further allowed Madison an unobstructed view of his privates, which could never be ignored, especially when they moved about so freely.

"Ooo, it hit your stomach," she laughed as his animated organ was putting on a show.

"What hit my stomach?" he asked with a wry grin, purposely making her be more specific.

She gave him a smirk, as if to say 'oh you're putting me on the spot, buddy boy? Well, I'll one-up ya' then.'

"Your cock," she said freely and with emphasis, showing no hesitation in using a word of such a frank and provacative nature.

He loved it.

"Jeez, Maddy, I can tell you're not one to mince words," he laughed.

"Well, what do you want me to call it?" she asked rhetorically, firmly rolling her lips together as if to make sure they appeared perfectly full, and wet.

She did have wonderful pouting lips, which made everything about her face so perfect in proportion. Her piercing green eyes were seemingly a window to her relentlessly energetic spirit.

"This is one of the best times I've ever had in my life," she said with gusto, eyeing Richard's naked form from head to toe. "Scoring the winning goal against Chartiers-Houston last fall? Nah. This is much more invigorating."

Her smile was intoxicating. Richard was overjoyed that she enjoyed his nudity so much.

"You really like it?" he asked, flexing his midsection further out and thereby putting his dangling organ on greater display.

"Your cock?" Maddy asked, now intent on using the aforementioned penis euphemism as much as possible in order to break it in. "I love it. She said. It rocks."

They both laughed.

"Your cock rocks, Richard," she laughed, rhyming with reason.

It got quiet, but that was perfectly okay. Just watching Madison's eyes probe his lower half was Heaven in itself for young Richard.

"I used to wonder why you wore such long, baggy shorts," she openly chuckled, remembering Richard's habit of sporting baggy cutoffs, even when the weather - or the situation, like pickup basketball perhaps - called for something with a tighter fit. "I remember always thinking, 'isn't he hot in those things?' Plus isn't it kind of hard to run in those long, baggy shorts?"

She shook her head in awe, still captivated by his size.

"But now I know why," she laughed.

He was going to comment, but she continued her thought.

"You have a frickin' horse cock," she had to say, as if the sight before her demanded such a colorful description.

Her verbal stimulation of his organ was now relentless. Richard wanted to indulge himself further.

"So I guess 'cock' is your favorite word for it?" he asked.

Her eyes went off into the distance, like she was giving the question serious thought, and her full attention.

Richard then commented aloud, voicing his observations as to what amusing terms the other women around the house used to refer to his organ.

"Janet loves the word 'dick'...oh and my step mom, on the other hand, thinks 'schlong' is like the greatest accomplishment of the English language..."

Maddy burst out laughing.

"Well, all things considered," Richard pressed on, "what do you call it?"

Maddy leaned back on one leg, and smiled. She was still thinking but came to a conclusion.

"Ya' know, Richard, I'm gonna go with 'cock,'" she said with a big grin. "I like the way it sounds, the way it feels coming off my tongue (licking her lips as she spoke)...And to tell you the truth, it just sounds so ridiculously vulgar."

Richard loved her fun spirit.

"It's just like you, walking about completely nude," she remarked. "It seems so out of place, but yet, I'm really getting used to it...And I love it."

Richard sexily swiveled his hips for young Madison, making his muscular butt flex and bounce, and his big penis roll about effortlessly.

Richard's audience soon grew from one to four, as the other three women walked into the dimly-lit foyer and wondered what the holdup was. They soon saw the reason, with their own eyes.

"Is this Part Two of the show?" Krendy asked happily, fondly remembering the events of the night before.

"It does look like he picked up some more dance moves, doesn't it?" Carrie openly admired.

There was still one box left upstairs, and also the phone began to ring, but so entranced by Richard's moves, Carrie put their work on hold, and let the answering machine take the call.

"Do the um...oh what did Janet call it, where you swing it about...the helicopter!" Krendy requested.

"Oh that's everyone's favorite, I think," Carrie exclaimed, urging everyone into the living room so that they had more room.

Without any hesitation, Richard smoothly rolled his hips in a circular motion, and his long organ followed suit.

"Can you do it counter clockwise, switch it up a little bit?" Maddy suggested in a serious tone, although she was laughing on the inside.

The other women giggled at her playful request. Richard's penis swung about in such an unbroken, hypnotic fashion, it demanded some colorful commentary, which was delivered over high-pitched shrieks and jovial laughter.

"God, it's like he could use it as a lasso," Maddy said, cracking up but somehow composing herself just enough to speak.

"Totally," Janet laughed.

Janet took a seat on the sofa closest to Richard, and added depth to Madison's initial observation.

"There are a few steers that need cajoling," Janet said aloud, jokingly using a deep voice to emulate an old rancher.

She then playfully imitated what Richard might say in return.

"No problem, sir, I'll just use my dick."

And as he continued to whirl his fat, dangly organ about, it only made Janet's joke work that much better.

"It's all in the hips," Richard remarked, continuing his dazzling display.

"My word, this is amazing. You should be on 'That's Incredible,' hon," Krendy joked, cracking the others up. "Do you believe this kid, Carr? Dick, sweetie, it's not just the impossible length of your dork, but the way in which you use it that just makes my day - oh my God look at you go..."

So amused by Krendy's fascination with his wang, Richard's rhythm was disrupted, and he finally let his penis dangle freely between his muscular thighs.

"Okay, okay. Before this goes any further," Madison said aloud, "I have to point out that I am the only one in the room that has NOT gotten to play with it yet. Or even touch it for that matter."

Carrie gave the girl a sympathetic smile, as she fully understood the young one's desire to feel and caress Richard's wonderful naked body.

Richard's dear step mother then looked over at Krendy, basically asking the mom's permission to go ahead and let her daughter have a little fun, and experience new things.

"Well I guess it is time for her to get some hands-on experience," Krendy had to admit, as she walked over and took a relaxing seat on the couch. "And it will be under our supervision," Carrie said, settling any qualms her dear friend may have had. "It's all very natural."

The women began to assemble themselves in the living room, as Carrie sat down next to Krendy, Janet decided to recline in the rocker, and Maddy sat alone on the love seat.

Carrie urged Richard into the living room, and suggested he place a chair in front of young Madison and sit down.

It all seemed very ritualistic, as dear Maddy was going to have her very first experience bringing a male's cock to orgasm.

She was new to sex, still a virgin in fact. As Richard walked towards her, his naked penis dangling before her for her enjoyment, she still felt very much like this was some splendid dream.

"Before you ever have sex for the first time, sweetie, this will give you an idea of what we're working with," her mom encouraged her.

"I'll learn how to stimulate a man only using my hands, and the sound of my voice," Maddy said in a somewhat mocking way but making Krendy's point exactly. 

"Well, it's true," her mom said. "This isn't about intercourse, hon. The time will come for that. This is about, ya' know, learning about mens' bodies...what makes them tick..."

Richard immediately winced.

"Oh please don't use the word, tick, around me," he said, remembering that night when he had one of the awful things lodged in his thigh.

Immediately everyone laughed.

"That thing was really in there, wasn't it?," Carrie remarked with a smile, recalling the tedious process of getting the aforementioned insect out of Richard's skin.

The lively brunette then leaned back in her seat chuckling.

"I'm holding the tweezers, Janet's holding the flashlight, Richard's holding his..."

Carrie had to stop and let out a big laugh. She then proceeded with a smile.

"Up and out of the way," she finished.

"Mother of Pearl," Krendy said, laughing at the detailed visual image her friend had created. "I wish I could have been there for that."

"Oh it was a scene," Carrie added.

As the women carried on their conversation, Maddy was having her own fun. She playfully batted Richard's penis back and forth as he remained standing before her.

As the other women looked on and watched her entertain herself, Madison took it up a notch and gently grabbed Richard's dangly member, placed her pointer finger and thumb around the base, and swung it about.

The ladies chuckled with excitement.

"You must play with this thing all the time," Maddy said to Richard as she continued to swing his organ.

"It's like his best friend, believe me," Janet said from across the room.

Madison was having so much fun with Richard that it caused Carrie to feel a little bad the girl had to wait so long to do so.

"You know I'm so engrossed with getting Richard acquainted with CFNM, I sometimes forget this is new to you two girls too," Carrie said, crossing those amazing legs as she freely spoke her mind.

"And it's new to me too!" Krendy added.

The girls giggled.

"Well you had your fun last night, didn't you, young lady?" Carrie teased her friend.

With encouragement from the rest of the females, Madison progressed from simply batting Richard's penis back and forth like a toy to caressing him to a full erection. She had him sit down before her, and then very affectively began stroking his lengthy rod.




The Tick Incident Ch. 05



"I love seeing it go from its soft and floppy state to a full-on erection," young Madison said, marveling how long her strokes were becoming as his penis began to extend, and extend.

"God, it's so frickin' hard, and thick!" the sweet young lady exclaimed, as she jerked Richard off nice and slowly.

"Aw, she's going for the two-handed technique, huh," Janet remarked happily, as Madison had both of her tiny but diligent hands wrapped around Richard's massive cock, stroking it up and down to a great degree of arousal.

"You gotta go with what works," Krendy said amusingly.

All three women were impressed with how fluid and natural Madison's strokes were, as Richard could only look up at the ceiling, closing his eyes every now and then while giving into the moment.

"You're doing great, sweetie," Carrie encouraged Maddy, who indeed was like a niece to her. 

"And do bear in mind, hon, that most men's pricks will not be as epic as Richard's," Carrie informed her, causing a few snickers in the room. "We're giving you quite a lot to handle here, and you're doing wonderful."

As Madison began to pick up the pace and got even more enthusiastic about her task, the other women began to boast of their own masturbatory skills.

"I made him shoot across the pool," Janet shouted with glee.

"My favorite moment was when I was simply standing there, in my bathing suit, and Richard...got me from across the room!" Carrie remembered fondly of the other day. "It was just shooting out and shooting out!"

"Yeah, you got soaked," Janet admitted.

Their discussion had become so impassioned, it temporarily distracted Richard from his sexual splendor, and he offered his own comments.

"At least you could get out of the way," he said to Carrie. "Janet pinned me down and kept shooting me in the face with it."

This caused everyone to burst out laughing, and Janet was now even more proud of her accomplishment.

"I wouldn't let him move," she bragged. "I was just dousing his face with it, until it looked like he had clown makeup on..."

"Oh my word!" Krendy burst out.

Through all of this laughing and carrying on, Maddy never lost focus on her mission. She kept stroking Richard's enormous wang and looked forward to it relinquishing the kind of load the women bragged about.

And since they bragged so much, it only encouraged Maddy to want to top them, by any means necessary.

She again noticed Richard's lingering glances at her breasts. She teased him a bit by shimmying back and forth, making them bounce in her shirt for his enjoyment.

"You are so enamored with my breasts, aren't ya,' Dick?" she asked teasingly, looking up at him with those gorgeous green eyes.

He could only give her a guilty smirk, basically admitting 'yes, I am.'

Then, without any warning, or permission from her dear mother, Madison pulled her Oilers tee shirt up and over her head and tossed it aside, causing her large bosoms to bounce around very seductively in her black satin bra.

"Madison Catherine Krendall!" her mom announced, lightly scolding her daughter for this spontaneous act.

"Oh, mom, relax," the daughter said. "Dick loves my big breasts, dontcha, Dick? I just want to make sure I bring out the best in him."

"Oh you're gonna bring a LOT out of him, that's for sure," Janet quipped.

Krendy ceased her criticisms and offered an unsure look in her daughter's direction.

"She's fine," Carrie said to Krendy. "She's just having a little fun."

Madison looked so unbelievably sexy, showing off so much to Richard yet not showing anything at all. Her big breasts stared him right in the face, yet they were tantalizingly covered by just a thin piece of fabric.

"Oh God, they're so big," he mumbled aloud, his inner thoughts becoming vocalized.

The women had to chuckle.

"I think he really applauds your move," Carrie smiled, getting a kick out of Maddy's brazenness, and Richard's reaction to it.

"Hey, I wanna make this guy EXPLODE," Maddy said confidently as she jerked Richard off with great passion.

She then further explained her decision to lose her top.

"Hey, sometimes ya' gotta go the extra yard."

Carrie immediately glanced over at her daughter. 

"Or 11 and a half inches anyway," the two said in unison.

They then both high-fived each other, delighted they were thinking the exact same thing. It wasn't the first time it happened.

"And! And! I might add," Madison began, "I saw how drenched you got last night when he erupted, and I don't want to ruin my tee shirt."

"She's taking precautions," Carrie laughed. Their enthusiasm spilled over to Krendy, who was now a little bit more at ease about the situation.

"Just be careful, hon," she told her daughter with an approving smile.

Maddy kept pumping away on Richard's huge rod, but wasn't quite satisfied.

"Dick, I want you to do something for me," she said very sexily, looking him right in the eyes. "I want you to slide your cock in between my breasts. Can you do that for me?"

Richard had this look on this face that suggested, 'I'll do anything for you, Madison.'

He just had to break himself out of a temporary trance.

"Oh what's he doin', what's he doin,'" Janet wondered aloud, watching the scene unfold before her. "Ha! She's gonna jerk him off with her boobs. I love it!"

"Madison Catherine, that's what your hands are for dear," Krendy said teasingly to her daughter.

"Oh shush, you, you used your mouth!" Maddy lovingly fired back at her mom, reminding her of when she administered some pretty hot fellatio to young Richard the evening before.

As Richard did as requested, placing his large pole in between Madison's two massive cups, Maddy gently took hold of her gorgeous bra-covered breasts, and pressed them snugly against Richard's huge cock. 

There was seemingly an imaginary drum roll sounding, as the intensity, the arousal, and the anticipation just kept growing and growing and growing. So too, did Richard's dick.

"Oh that's nice, just slide that big cock in between my tits," the usually well mannered Madison said softly aloud.

Carrie and Janet, and even Krendy, had to smile, as they enjoyed seeing a young woman getting in touch with her sexual side.

"Your bra is so smooth," Richard said as he could feel his huge member being caressed and stimulated in a manner totally unique and new to him.

Maddy pushed her soft, fleshy mounds tightly against Dick's massive prick, providing it perfect friction as he slid it in and out, in and out.

"Oh God, it just poked me in the chin," she laughed as his longish organ worked like a slick piston, the precome affectively lubricating the head and top part of the shaft.

The size of Richard's dong, and the huge nuts that swung back and forth below it, provided quite an intimidating sight for young Madison, a girl that was plenty curious about the male sex organ but quite new to it as well.

"I'm getting kind of scared," she said with a nervous titter. "I don't know what this thing is capable of..."

"Oh, relax," Janet teased her. "You're such a scaredy cat. For Heaven's sake, I heard you closed your eyes through the last hour of 'Tourist Trap!'"

"Hey, mannequins freak me out!" Madison argued back with a laugh, speaking of the recent slasher flick. 

Any nerves Madison may have begun to feel were quickly absorbed by the growing sexual energy. Her affect on Richard was getting more and more powerful. 

"Oh God, Maddy, I'm gonna come," he announced to not only her, but in affect the rest of the room as well.

"This is it? This is it?" Maddy double checked with him, as if they braced for a massive explosion.

"Okay, okay, here goes," Maddy whispered. "Oh God, I'm kinda nervous."

Dick kept sliding his massive meat right in between her lovely breasts, making sure that he was at his ultimate peak of arousal when he met his climax.

The young man thrust his head back in ecstasy as he felt the first rush of ejaculate burst from his huge dickhead. It was such a huge amount, and shot forth with such momentum, that it splashed against the underside of Maddy's pretty chin, and sprayed against her beautiful tits.

"Shit!" she said with great surprise, as the other three women looked on like they were anticipating the grand finale of Temple's annual 4th of July fireworks show.

"Oh my God, this is gonna be insane," Janet said as she stumbled getting up from the rocker.

The second come shot was even more overwhelming, and hit Maddy directly in the forehead, leaving tiny rivulets of semen running down her pretty face in every direction.

The third rope of ejaculate sailed right over Maddy's head and hit the wall directly behind her, which dazzled the small crowd of enthusiastic women in the room.

"Jesus Chr-," Maddy began to say, but was then unable to speak coherently due to a huge amount of semen that splashed right into her open mouth.

"Oh he got her in the mouth!" Janet gushed, laughing playfully at her dear friend.

The warm puddle of come sat on Maddy's accommodating tongue, as she remained still, eyes closed, wondering what to do with it. A brave girl, she easily closed her mouth and swallowed it down, enjoying the taste as it slid quickly down her throat.

"Oh God!" Richard grunted, as he continued to climax all over young, gorgeous Madison.

Another rope of come hit her chin, another surpassed that one and drenched her right cheek. Now intent on rewarding the source of his arousal, Richard grabbed his mammoth cock and came all over the tops of Madison's impressive bosoms. As large as her tits were, Richard's come covered them, at least what was exposed of them. The top of each of her huge melons was slick with a thick white paste, and there was so much of it that the copious amount now ran down into Maddy's bra and began to drench the fabric.

Richard continued to jerk his prodigious prick and let Madison receive the warm, wet reward, as another rope splashed against her nose, then another arced higher and landed in her hair.

"Oh not my hair!" she playfully whined. Krendy, Carrie and Janet were loving the show, amazed at how each time they thought it was over, Richard's spectacular schlong reared back and fired again.

"Flopper just won't stop," Janet laughed, clapping her approval while jumping up and down. "It's those big nuts he has," Carrie remarked. "They must store - oh, another one (laugh), oh and another, oh, sweetie, your hair is getting (laugh)..."

The women couldn't contain their enthusiasm as they watched Madison get doused with one massive volley of come after another, long thick ropes that traveled with a great momentum and then landed with an impressive, majestic splash. Even as Richard now passionately stroked his lengthy rod, squeezing out every last drop of his substantial seed, a pretty good amount dripped down onto the upper part of Madison's soft, tan legs, right on her lap.

"Oh God, your fucking horse penis almost drowned me!" the girl belted out, arms raised and eyes still closed, come running down over her eye lids.

"It's part of your initiation!" Janet answered with glee, as Carrie and Krendy both had to smile as well. "Welcome to the frickin' club!"

Madison enjoyed it a great deal. She laughed to herself when thinking how this experience reminded her of the first time she rode the flume at Six Flags in Dallas. She was excited and scared at first, but it gave her quite a rush. And on this occasion as well as that one, she was left soaking wet.

"I really should have worn a poncho," the girl said as she got up from the love seat, come running down her breasts, her face, her neck and even her arms.

Carrie laughed heartily at the young one's remark.

"Dick, for Heaven's sake, lead her up to the bathroom," urged the caring young woman.

"Sweetie, Madison? Look at me, darling. Why don't you jump in the shower?"

Maddy wiped her eyes enough to be able to open them, and acknowledge Carrie's suggestion.

Richard took the young girl by the hand and led her upstairs to get cleaned up and dressed into something dry. Upon reaching the bathroom, Madison thanked Richard for his kindness and jokingly slapped his penis, also thanking it for the fun it had helped create.

"We'll be downstairs," the young man said, handing Maddy her bag so she could get changed after her shower.

"See you in a little while, Dick," she smiled back, as Richard noticed how Madison was quite a contrasting figure at the moment: she possessed such a sweet and polite demeanor, all the while huge amounts of semen trickled down her angelic face.

It was the result of some pretty wild - yet perfectly controlled - CFNM activities. And they were just getting started.

After cleaning himself up a bit in the small but adequate bathroom just inside Carrie's master bedroom, Richard trotted back down steps, his usual joy and happiness glowing even brighter now.

"Thank you for escorting my daughter," Krendy smiled, "not only to the upstairs bathroom, but into the wonderful world of CFNM."

"It was my pleasure," he remarked gladly.

"This is a new journey for all of us, isn't it, Dick?" Carrie immediately added with a grin, implying that 'yes, it was new for Maddy, but it's also a heck of a new experience for Richard too.'

"I think he's learning the ropes," Janet smiled, rubbing Richard's muscular shoulders from behind. Krendy immediately found humor in what the young one said.

"Learning the ropes? He's shooting them - shooting ropes is what he's doing," she said, now bending over chuckling.

They could all just sit back and laugh, as the four relaxed a bit after witnessing quite an explosion. Carrie and Janet sat side by side on the couch closest to the window, while Krendy and Richard shared the love seat.

Krendy, possibly to give Richard a little show, very casually but also very affectively, uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again, showing off her lovely stocking-clad limbs to the young man. She even pulled up her skirt a few inches to readjust it, but in affect showed off some thigh.

Richard longed to see her just rip that skirt off, and imagined that those black stockings she had cut off mid-thigh, right where those luscious thighs started to get really big around.

'Aw, so sexy,' he thought to himself.

"Well I know my dear Madison was eventually gonna be at a party, a club, or some type of get-together where there was in fact a male stripper," the lovely Ms. Krendall remarked, "so that first stripper she sees might has well been our wonderful Richard here."

Carrie and Janet whole heartedly agreed, and were thrilled that Madison's experience had climaxed at such a high level.

"She definitely knows how to excite a guy," Janet said, with a mock understated sort of way. "God, it looked like she was in a toothpaste factory...and it exploded."

Krendy could only shake her head, smiling and wincing all at the same time.

"Well I guess she wanted to experience something new," the mother reasoned aloud.

After Madison soon returned, everyone just sat in the living room and continued to chat. For a good hour or so in fact.

No television, no radio, just chat.

This is worth pointing out because it very affectively displayed just how at ease everyone was with Richard's full frontal nudity. It had become customary.

It would be moderately noticed for a little while, then talked about, then the center of attention, and then things would escalate to the point where he was allowed - and given - release. And then things would return to normal once again, getting him used to the ebb and flow of CFNM. Sometimes the male is naked and the center of attention, sometimes he is naked and fades into the background. But the one consistency is that he is always naked.

This pattern was clearly getting him conditioned, as the class drew near. Richard in fact began to forget what it was like to put clothes on each day. While the women figured out each and every day what they wanted to wear, sometimes changing outfits once or twice a day in fact, Richard was always nude. And along with it being mandatory because of the regiment Carrie had laid out for him, it was also becoming sort of comfortable. Krendy clearly noticed this change in Richard's demeanor.

"Well look at you," she remarked, again crossing those stocking-covered legs in a sexy fashion, while gently shoving aside a Bee Gees 8-track casette that was wedged in between the couch cusions.

"You look so nice and relaxed, Dick," she told the charming young man. "Gosh the first time you came down here nude, you were about as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs."

Everyone cracked up, and even Richard had to smile while remembering his lingering shyness. Krendy gladly looked down at Richard's naked penis, its tubular thickness stretched out down along the entire length of his muscular thigh.

She giggled, showing a little bit of her girlish side, basically saying 'ha-ha, I can see you but you can't seem me!'

Richard picked up on this and only indulged her further, spreading his legs out even more to further accentuate his naked organ.

She giggled again, more audibly.

Krendy also noticed other aspects of Richard's amazing young body.

"Goodness, you have gotten so much bigger since the last time we visited," she remarked, in affect complimenting him for his muscular build.

"Yes, Ms. Krendall," he answered her. "Trying to build my body up a bit."

"I can see the results," she smiled, rubbing his leg and causing his penis to twitch a bit.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Carrie left the task of answering it to her eager stepson, who gladly stood up and walked confidently to the kitchen.

As Richard walked about, the women couldn't help but focus their attention on his big, swinging dong.

"Honest to God, it looks like Big Ben's clanger, doesn't it? The way it swings out over his thigh like that?" Krendy remarked once Richard was out of earshot, even though the comment probably would have cracked him up.

Carrie nearly spit out her tea.

"That's another good description for it," Janet laughed, pulling her knees up against her chest while kicking back in the sofa.

"It does in fact have a very captivating, pendulous swing to it, I have to say," Carrie remarked, in a jokingly dignified fashion.

As the women carried on in the living room, Richard was dealing with an interesting conversation in the kitchen.

"Dude, have you talked to Barney at all?" he heard Craig ask him over the phone.

"Um, no, not today," Richard responded.

"Shit. No, no, it's no big deal - I tried calling you earlier but no one answered," Craig explained. "Barney's mom called me, said she hasn't seen him all day. She asked me but I hadn't seen him either. I'm sure he's just...out driving somewhere."

Richard was a bit concerned, but figured it was typical Barney, doing something spontaneous and possibly brash but eventually landing on his feet.

"I'm sure he's okay, dude," Richard told Craig. "I'll let you know if I hear from him."

"Thanks, man," Craig answered.

Richard decided to keep this news of a missing Barney secret from the rest of the group, since he didn't want to concern Carrie. Richard just knew Barney must be okay, and somehow had a feeling that he was up to something...possibly good. In the meantime, Dick Parker resumed his role of a night before as lovely young butler, and he went about fixing some iced tea and assorted fruits, including fresh strawberries and peaches, for the women of the house.

They were delighted with his return. 

"See, this is what is so special about him," Carrie said lovingly, as each of the women sampled some of the many delights Richard had assembled for them. "Richard gives without any thought of reward."

He simply basked in their affection, finding it a very warm and comforting place.




The Tick Incident Ch. 06



Three Rivers

It was a sun-sparkling afternoon when Dick Parker returned home from Pinkney's Hobbies with a fresh, new bottle of model glue. 

The young man planned to spend his free time putting together a model of an ARC-170 Starfighter and drift blissfully into his own little world. Dick figured he would then join his step mom, stepsis, and also Ms. Krendall and her lovely daughter, Madison, for a relaxing swim in the Parker pool. 

The young Parker boy had begun to love swimming with the ladies. He treasured seeing Ms. Krendall in a bathing suit, noticing how her soft skin seemed to glow in the afternoon sun. It was as if certain parts of her amazing body yearned to be exposed. Her thighs, her delicate shoulders, her legs - anything usually covered by her teacher-esque attire - looked absolutely stunning when it was left naked for all to see. 

And that's not to say Dick didn't also enjoy playing games with young Maddy in the pool. The two carried on like children, splashing each other, playfully dunking one another underneath the water, even engaging in a few games of Marco Polo. 

In addition, Dick's natural sexual urges had their impact, as he loved watching Madison's large breasts bounce about in her suit any time she moved in the water. 

And Janet and Carrie, meanwhile, treated each trip to the backyard pool as if it were a fashion show, seemingly unveiling a new sexy swimsuit every afternoon. Dick absolutely loved their vibrant personalities and the confidence they had in their bodies and themselves. 

The women, in turn, greatly enjoyed Dick's company. He had such a kind and fun-spirited demeanor about him, as he brought the level of fun and excitement up several notches. He always made sure everyone was having a good time. 

He served the women drinks, brought out his radio to play music while they swam, and even got the barbecue going and made everyone some burgers and hot dogs for lunch. He was turning into quite the host. 

And it should also be pointed out that the ladies greatly enjoyed Dick's unabashed, full-frontal nudity. They didn't just get a kick out of the fact that Dick was always naked, but that he had grown more and more at ease in living that way. Because he was so comfortable with his body, it made them feel even more comfortable about theirs. Added to that, Dick's uncompromising nudism around the Parker place was a celebration of the male form. 

On this day, that celebration included two more key figures. 

As Dick walked around the side of the house towards the pool, he casually glanced upon a small Anacacho Orchid Tree. He saw that a number of bees were busy buzzing around it. He noticed one bee in particular, sort of hovering in the center of it all, while the others gravitated to it. 

"Must be the queen," he mused, as he made sure not to get stung. 

It was as if this sight symbolized another. As Dick walked around to the back, he saw Barney and Craig, his two best buds, buzzing about Carrie, who was seated quite comfortably in a lawn chair.

"Their queen," Dick laughed to himself. 

"Oh, Dick, come here, you have to see this," Carrie said as she leaned forward in her brown-and-white striped chair. 

"What is it?" Dick asked curiously, in turn offering a quick 'hello' to his two chums. 

"Barney, the goofball that he is, drove all the way to Dripping Springs and brought me back a present," Carrie raved. 

Dick could see her holding something, a book of some sort. Before he could wonder what it was, Carrie provided the answer. 

"My old high school yearbook," she announced happily. "The other day when we were chatting, I mentioned offhand to Barney that mine had gotten lost somewhere along the way. And the sweet young man that he is, he drove all the way to Dripping Springs..."

"Some hundred or so miles," Barney bragged. "It was way out there. I even passed the Rooland Oil Refinery..."

Carrie shook her head, amazed he would go to such trouble. 

"I went into the library at your old school, and they had a number of them just sitting back there in the office," Barney explained. "The guy said they were getting ready to throw them away. Would have been a shame to let it go to waste."

Carrie was already entranced by the book's contents, thumbing through the glossy pages and taking in each one with a tremendous sense of nostalgia. The last 18 years of her life, she had willingly and lovingly dedicated so much of her time to raising Janet, so it was nice to relive some of her old high school memories. 

"I...I got my own copy too," Barney admitted, as the two other boys cracked up. 

"What?" Barney scoffed. "Mrs. Parker's a beautiful woman, and I wanted a constant reminder of her..."

"Besides, the darn thing has tons of pictures of her."

Dick and Craig had to laugh a bit more, knowing full well what Barney would be doing with that yearbook, especially the pictures of Carrie, and how he would be glancing at those pictures, in his, eh, private time...

Carrie, simply amused and flattered by the crush young Barney Bussett had on her, continued to show him her affection. 

"Come, here, sweetie," she beckoned, and then planting a very wet, affectionate kiss on Barney's cheek. "You are a very thoughtful young man. This was so sweet of you."

As Carrie mentioned name after name of people she knew and wanted to see again, Barney just basked in the glow of his achievement. He loved that his gift had brought her so much joy.

"I've always wanted to get in touch with everybody from Dripping Springs," Carrie said with conviction. "Maybe even throw a big bash. A big reunion of sorts."

"Can we come, Mrs. Parker?" Barney asked. 

"Of course you can come, goofball," she said. "You three would be my guests of honor."

A big bash at the Parker house was surely something to look forward to. Already, it seemed to possess utmost significance. 

But in the meantime, a pretty neat little pool party was about to get started. 

"Is it cool if we swim?" Craig asked. 

"Yes, indeed. In fact, I would encourage it. The heat index is supposed to go up to a hundred and two," Carrie pointed out. "There's not much else to do on a day like this."

The boys eagerly got ready for their swim. They showed no hesitation whatsoever in getting fully undressed in Carrie's presence. 

As the three eager young men got completely naked and their penises came into view, conversation flowed all the same. 

"Which way did you take to Dripping Springs. For Heaven's sake, don't tell me you went down 95," Carrie commented as she casually looked upon each boy's nakedness with a loving smile. 

"I...took 95 to 972. I was gonna hop on 35 South and ride it all the way out, but this stupid, fat-ass cow wandered out of Old Man Custer's Ranch, distracted me..." Barney rambled on. 

"Jeez Louise, that must have taken you forever to get there," Carrie said.

"Eh, not too bad," the Bussett boy replied, kicking aside his shorts and indirectly making his penis bounce a bit in the warm sunlight. 

"You should have asked me which way to go, Barney Bussett. I would never steer you wrong," Carrie told him.

"Well I wanted it to be a surprise," he insisted. 

Carrie shook her head but again offered her affection, rewarding him with a kind smile. 

The boys, as if by instinct, had to glance upon each other's nudity just for a second, comparing and contrasting a bit. This was only natural. But they had each grown to feel confident in their bodies and in themselves, and Carrie was a big reason for that. After giving their own bodies a quick once over, the young men shifted all of their attention to Carrie. 

The beautiful brunette was dressed in a pair of snug-fitting white, cotton shorts, and a Texas Rangers baseball shirt that had been the bud of many jokes around the house that morning. The Rangers, in the midst of another mediocre season, were not the pride of Texas, but nevertheless Carrie always stood by the home team, and her home. 

"I love it here, don't you?" she remarked to Dick, as she glanced about the yard, enjoying the sight of the Bluebonnets, surrounding a gorgeous Pink Evening Primrose.

"Yeah, you've done an unbelievable job," Dick complimented her. 

As Dick looked around and pointed out particular flowers that he really liked, Carrie had already resumed looking at her yearbook. 

"Mrs. Parker, you should totally have a reunion party with all your friends," Barney insisted. 

The stunning 35-year-old wife and mother was wearing a lovely grin that hinted she was now giving serious thought to that very idea. 

"That would be something," she said. "All of those guys...Wow, I haven't seen them in ages."

"Guys?" Craig asked. 

"Well most of my friends in high school were guys, hon," she told them. "Dick knows the story - I remember mentioning to him more than once that I was kind of a tomboy growing up."

Barney and Craig thought of how cool it must have been to be a guy at Dripping Springs back in 1961, and be friends with a gal like Carrie. It made the boys savor how much time they got to spend with her now. 

Carrie took one last look at the yearbook and handed it back to Barney so he could peruse it some more. 

"Well, thank you, Mr. Bussett, for escorting me down Memory Lane," Carrie announced with a big smile. 

"It was my pleasure, Mrs. Parker," he told her. 

"Just don't get that anywhere near the pool," she smiled. "I don't want it to get wet. When you're done looking at it, I'm going to find a very special place for it on the bookshelf in the living room."

As there was a brief silence, Barney decided to fill it with more praise of the woman he had such a delightful crush on. 

"What was it like being the most beautiful girl in school?" Barney posed, the tone in his voice and the expression on his face denoting a great sincerity to his question. 

"Oh, man," Craig laughed, finding it funny how much Barney openly worshiped Mrs. Parker, but at the same time, Craig couldn't blame him. 

Carrie chuckled, her face even blushing a bit. 

"Ya' know, Barney, I just took it one day at a time," she said, then giggled a bit, playing right along with Barney's question. 

"You seriously had to be the hottest girl in that whole yearbook," he further gushed. 

"I was. I really was," she smiled, displaying a hint of arrogance just for Barney's sake, because she knew he got a kick out of it. "I don't even think it was close, in fact."

Barney was about to say something then stopped, his level of arousal beginning to quickly escalate. 

"That's...that's awesome," he said. 

Everyone cracked up. Carrie rubbed the top of Barney's head, with affection, and then pinched his cheek to let him know she thought his compliments were oh-so-adorable. 

"Well, boys, I must return inside," Carrie stated as she scooped up a Nerf football that had been lying unattended, and tossed it into the grass. "Deb and the girls are probably going to join you for a swim. I, hopefully - and I say this with guarded optimism (laugh) - will get all the dishes done and get a few loads of laundry in, and then I will be up for a swim as well."

"Awesome," Barney said.

"The one thing I do want you to look out for," Carrie began, "and Dick already knows about this. There is a huge Hornets nest - "

"Yeah, a huge Hornets nest on the side of the house," Dick jumped in. "I saw it on the way back."

"Watch out for bees," she stressed. "Don't want any of you guys to get stung."

"And watch out for ticks," Craig added. 

"Well, ticks I don't worry about," Carrie said, now putting her hands on her hips, displaying an authoritative look as she lectured the boys. "What ticks do is they lodge themselves between your clothing and your skin. Then of course they bite and try to embed themselves in your skin. Yuck. But the good thing is you can brush them off more easily before they find a place to bite if you are not wearing any clothes."

"Good to know," Craig smiled. 

"We, on the other hand," Carrie said, speaking of her and the other ladies, in reference to them in fact wearing bathing suits as opposed to the boys not doing so, "we'll have to keep an eye out for them. But you guys don't have to worry about that." 

She said it so innocently, and in a matter-of-fact fashion. 

How lovely this was. Even in a simple conversation about bees and ticks, Carrie managed to work in the fact, and establish, that the boys were nude and the girls were fully clothed. This came about naturally, and flowed organically from the conversation, but it was as if she wanted to point out now and again that the group was in fact partaking in - and greatly enjoying - a CFNM lifestyle.

"Yeah, you boys should be fine today," Carrie said, looking them over to illustrate her point, that their nudity was a plus in regards to spotting dreaded ticks. "Just watch for the bees. Watch for bees, please."

She rhymed for their amusement, and Carrie did always have a cute way of getting her point across. 

"Deb and Maddy got new bathing suits today so I know they're looking forward to getting in the pool," Carrie smiled. "Don't wanna give too much away, but Maddy's feeling, er, very patriotic..." 

********************

As Dick's step mom headed back inside the house, Dick and Craig felt compelled to check out the gift Barney had provided Mrs. Parker. Turns out, it was a gift for the boys too. 

"God, she was a knockout," Craig said, eyeing Carrie's senior class portrait. 

"Carolyn Adriatico," Barney said with a laugh, getting a kick out of her maiden name. 

"Yeah, her mom was Italian," Dick said. 

"She looks just like Janet," Barney noticed, as he savored page after page where Carrie appeared. 

"Holy fuckin' shit, dude. Check out the legs," Craig marveled, as he saw Carrie's swim team picture. 

"Dude, no offense, but your step mom has the most gorgeous fuckin' legs," Barney had to say. 

"I know," Dick openly admitted. "And what can I say? The camera loves her. God, look how many pictures there are of her in this thing..."

Carrie was indeed very popular in high school, and the yearbook captured it. She was in multiple clubs, on a couple different sports teams, and then also appeared in several pictures where she was just hanging out with friends. 

The boys could have gone on for days looking at all of her incredible photos, circa Dripping Springs, 1961, but suddenly they were joined on the backdoor patio by a lovely guest. 

"Well, Hello boys," said a delightfully upbeat voice. 

Deborah Krendall, sexy full-figured woman that she was, walked towards the three young men with a big smile. She seemed eager to join them. It was a well-known fact at this point that the boys swam nude at the Parker house, and Krendy approached the situation with the utmost intrigue and excitement. 

"H-Hi, Ms. Krendall," Barney said, as he stumbled over his words, and also a bright orange tennis ball that had been lying at his feet.

"Hello, Bernard," Ms. Krendall smiled kindly.

Krendy looked so cute in her one-piece, kelly-green swimsuit. She had such a modesty about her, as she gently rubbed the outside of her upper legs, as if showing this much skin was a rarity for her, and something she always felt shy about at first. 

But it was the boys that were much more exposed, and Krendy clearly enjoyed the sight, and applauded their decision to go nude. 

The boys in turn felt an immediate rush being naked in front of their former teacher.

"I can see you boys have grown up nicely," she smiled, enjoying the sight of their fit, muscular, and very tan 18-year-old bodies. "I hope you have matured as well."

"Sorry about your car," Barney said immediately, apologizing for a prank he pulled on his former teacher years ago.

"Water under the bridge," Krendy replied, waving her hand to signify that it was no big deal. "Water under the Pennybacker bridge, let's say."

"Have they begun building it?" Craig asked, making conversation as Ms. Krendall got herself comfortable in a sky-blue adjustable lawn chair. 

"Still drawing it up," Krendy informed the young Nichols boy. "I do get out to Austin frequently, and believe me, it's gonna make traffic a lot easier to deal with. I was telling Carr, we should take more trips together."

Krendy was always a great source of information - whether it be local, national, or historical. And the boys found her calm, informative demeanor quite welcoming. But they also got kind of excited with how amazing Krendy looked in a swimsuit. 

Barney and Craig had never seen the charming brunette in this kind of sexy attire before, and the young men quickly noticed that Krendy had been hiding a rather thick, tight bod that had previously been hidden by long skirts and baggy sweaters. 

Deb had particularly nice thighs, even showing them off more by bringing up her legs and bending them at the knees, just so she could lean back in her lawn chair. A travel guide, entitled 'Asia on the Cheap: A Complete Guide to Making the Overland Trip,' rested nicely in her lap. 

Barney, who didn't always show great discretion, lightly but quite noticeably elbowed Craig as if to say 'dude, Ms. Krendall is hot!'

Krendy giggled as she enjoyed the boys' attention.

"So what are you two majoring in?" she asked, opening up the guide to page 78, which had been kept in place by a velveteen book mark. "I know Dick is going for architecture. What interests you, Craig? What gets your motor running?"

Deb then raised her auburn-tinted sunglasses just a bit, awaiting Craig's answer. 

"Eh, I guess advertising, like my old man," he told her. 

"Well you don't sound too thrilled," Krendy chuckled. 

"No it's just...I don't know. Don't really know what I wanna do yet as far as career," he admitted. 

"Sweetie, you have plenty of time," she encouraged him. "Give advertising a try and if you don't like it, pursue another avenue."

"Yes, mam," Craig replied, noticing with great delight that Krendy casually glanced over his naked form with a loving smile. 

"Boys, do me a favor," Krendy said as she got up from her chair for a moment. "Move over just a tad. I'm looking right into the sun so I can't really see. I wanna be able to see who I'm talking to."

The boys had no problem satisfying her request, doing anything to keep this lovely chat going strong. 

"Okey-dokey, there we go," Krendy smiled, sitting back down, this time with the sun at her back. "Now, I don't have to squint."

Krendy now could easily make eye contact with each of the boys, and if she chose, her eyes could also wander elsewhere, to gaze upon other lovely parts of their anatomy. The young men clearly didn't mind. 

"You," she said to Craig, pausing for affect, "have your father's eyes, young man."

"Yeah," Craig replied, re-adjusting his stance a bit. "I hope I also have the same kind of advertising smarts he has."

"Oh," Krendy said, waving her hand, "don't worry about that. You're young, kiddo. Plenty of time to worry about career ventures. But seriously, you've grown up very handsome."

"He's a regular Erik Estrada," Barney kidded his friend. 

At this point, Krendy put her book down on the patio below, something the boys took as a compliment since they had now earned her full attention. 

"Come on, Bernard, lay it on me - what do you plan to major in?" she asked the former class clown. 

"Uhhh," he hesitated. "I sort of have to...finish high school first."

"Oh Bernard," Krendy said, shaking her head. "What are we gonna do with you? Sweetie, I still remember when you insisted Dallas was the state capital. You had a whole week to study for that test on state capitals, darling, and you didn't even know ours?!" 

"Well Dallas should be the state capital," he scoffed, causing the boys to giggle a bit but really they were kind of frustrated with his refusal to hit the books. 




The Tick Incident Ch. 06



"Bernard, you're a bright kid. You always were," Krendy said. "Craig is already itching to follow in his father's footsteps, Dick is always studying up a storm, ready to design the next Enterprise Plaza. And you Bernard...Sweetie, what interests you?" 

"Um, Star Wars, The Incredible Hulk, and uh, Three's Company," he said, eliciting some more chuckles. 

Even Krendy cracked a smile. 

"Well first of all, finish your summer school," she instructed him. "Then let's say you go into film making, since you love Star Trek so much, or Star Wars or what have you."

He loved her optimism. 

"Sweetie I just want to know you're focused on something," she said with a cute laugh. "Please tell me you've been by Temple Junior College to check out some classes?"

"Yes, mam, I have," he told her. 

"Good, good, good. That's a start," she said, relieved. "I want to see all of you boys live full, productive lives. And years from now, you can say it was all due to your darling teacher, Ms. Krendall."

"Yes, mam," Barney replied dutifully. 

And with that, Krendy offered an endearing smile to all three young men and then tried to get some reading done. Her ever-growing intellect always craved new information, new wonderful anecdotes and stories from around the globe. The day's edition of the Temple Daily Telegram did just that. 

"Have you boys been reading about the La Soufrière?" Krendy asked, her pronunciation of the word alone sounding interesting in itself. "It's also called Saint Vincent - it's an active volcano on the island of Saint Vincent in the Caribbean.

"At any rate, it exploded. A very, very big explosion. No fatalities, thank Heavens, but 14,000 people evacuated..."

"Wow," Dick offered. 

Deb let the newspaper fall to her lap, with an audible ruffle. 

"Can you imagine?" she asked, noticeably captivated. "Years and years being pent up and contained, and then BOOM! Just tons of all that molten hot stuff. My goodness, what an explosion. I mean, Jeez Louise, what a gusher?!"

The boys couldn't help but become somewhat aroused with Krendy's utter fascination with large eruptions. They immediately likened it to what kind of intense, primitive forces were building and building inside themselves.

"Sounds...dangerous," Craig said. 

"Oh I'm sure they have the whole area evacuated now, under cover," she laughed with excitement. "That image is just so powerful to me. That is something I would love to see."

Each of the boys struggled to quell their level of arousal, and Barney certainly struggled to hide his. His penis had grown to a semi-erect state, and it was something that Deb quickly noticed but was discreet about. 

She could sense Barney was a bit embarrassed about his rapidly-growing penis so she didn't go out of her way to make him more self conscious. Deb instead returned the conversation to the boys' interests, and this was a very provocative one. 

"Now I must ask, boys. Is this," she began, gesturing to their nude form, "an act of solidarity? Wanting to make sure your compatriot here doesn't feel isolated and alone as he prepares for his quest? Or is there more to it than that?"

"Um...," Craig and Barney both wondered aloud. 

Apparently going nude was no big deal for the boys. Explaining why was. The fact they'd have to discuss their previously-private feelings was the reason. 

"Come on, boys, you can tell me," she urged with a giggle. "Just so you know, I think it's fantastic..."

As the boys gathered their innermost thoughts on the matter, trying hard to open up to Ms. Krendall, she cited one particular viewpoint on the matter.

"Never before did I get so close to Nature, never before did she come so close to me," she waxed poetically. "Nature was naked, and I was also..."

The boys were blown away.

"That's beautiful, Ms. Krendall," Craig commented. 

"Yes, it is. But I can't take credit for it. That was Walt Whitman," she said with a wonderful laugh. "I remember reading that in a poetry class I took at Dartmouth. Whitman was a very talented writer, and as it turned out, a big proponent of nude sunbathing."

The boys were wowed by Krendy's deep reservoir of knowledge.

"Nudism goes all the way up to the top of the food chain, darlings. Former presidents have indulged," Krendy said, lightly slapping her thigh as she cited another fine example of a proud nudist. "Lyndon B. Johnson, from good ole Stonewall. It was said that he demanded reporters had to swim naked with him if they wanted to get their stories."

"That's awesome," Barney said happily.

"So you're in good company," Krendy laughed.

The discussion growing more and more impassioned, Barney and Deb both tried to speak at the same time.

"Oh go 'head, sweetie," she encouraged him. 

"No, I was just gonna say I've thought about running for president," Barney said jokingly. 

Krendy let loose with a wonderful chuckle, befitting of her amusement with the outspoken Barney Bussett.

"I think we better focus on finishing high school first, young man," she said with a warm grin. 

Quick glances at the young men's tan, naked bodies grew into longer, more unabashed stares, as Krendy enjoyed their presence, and they fancied being looked over with such great interest. 

"Well I know you've heard this one, 'we was always naked, day and night, whenever the mosquitoes would let us,'" Krendy stated eloquently, even imitating a relaxed Southern draw. 

The boys tried desperately to get the reference. 

"Um...," they pondered aloud. 

"Oh, come on," Krendy said with amused disbelief. "I'm losing faith in you boys."

"It sounds familiar," Craig said. "I just can't recall who that was..." 

Krendy covered her face in her hands, unable to believe these lads weren't familiar with such a legendary fictional hero. At least she was there to enlighten. 

"Huck Finn?" she stated, reluctantly giving the answer, as she hoped the boys would know it themselves. "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Didn't you boys read that at some point?"

"Well, I'd like to read it again anyways," Barney immediately said. "He sounds like a cool guy."

Krendy smiled. 

"All I'm saying, fellas, is that reading can take you to a whole other universe. You can really lose yourself in a good book. And," she said, gesturing to their unabashed nudity, "it can sometimes provide plenty of inspiration."

As Barney and Craig nervously toed the concrete beneath them - that concrete growing hotter and hotter as the day wore on and making a jump in the pool that much more desirable, Krendy not only applauded Barney and Craig's attempts at a nudist lifestyle but kept pointing out key figures - both real and fictional - that lived it and loved it. 

She was fanning the flames, and at the same time, showing no signs whatsoever that she would be removing any of her own clothes. Somehow, that made these very powerful moments that much more erotic for the boys, to an extent that they would later share and discuss.

"Mom?" said a sweet voice from the other end of the patio. "Aunt Carr wants to know what you want to drink."

Krendy jumped up excitedly, the young men's nudity the source of her vigor. She also had grown pretty thirsty, and wouldn't mind getting a nice, smooth buzz going. 

"Ooo, lemme see," she said. "Save my seat, fellas."

Young Madeline, looking simply gorgeous in her brand-new bikini, sent a slight but noticeable glance towards the boys, her former buddies when she was younger. She giggled, noticing they were in fact fully nude as expected, and turned and walked back inside with her mother. 

Before the guys could even get their minds wrapped around being joined by Maddy, Janet and Carrie, they were still in awe, in the wake of the sexual storm that was Ms. Krendall. The boys could barely keep their heads above the water. 

********************

"First of all, it was Thigh City over there," Barney said, gesturing to the modest lawn chair, which appeared more like a throne when Krendy sat in it. "Dude, did you see how thick her thighs were? Jesus Christ. So fuckin' voluptuous, dude. So hot. I love Ms. Krendall."

"Who knew she was rockin' such a hot bod underneath all those baggy Jordache sweaters and long-ass skirts she wore all those years," Craig said. 

"She's a very, very attractive woman," Dick stated. 

"Dude, attractive? Hot. Smokin' hot," Barney said. "And so frickin' cool too."

"She wasn't at all put off by our nudity," Barney said. 

"Put off? Dude, she was checking us out," Craig gushed. "Being kinda discreet about it, mind you, but, dude, she was loving it. It was hot."

Barney smiled. 

"I have to admit, I counted each time..."

"Counted what?" Craig asked. 

"Each time she looked at my cock," he said. "She was so casual about it, not even breaking stride. But yeah, four times. Four times. Ms. Krendall looked at my cock. Ms. Krendall saw my cock, dude!"

Dick chuckled at their enthusiasm. He had enjoyed a very similar feeling days earlier, the first time Krendy and Maddy saw him nude. It was beyond invigorating. 

"She was so comfortable around us," Craig added. 

Barney laughed. 

"She loves being around naked men, and to tell ya' the truth," Dick said with a look of appreciation, "she's becoming more and more outspoken about it. She even said she'd like to be a judge at like a nude male pageant...it's like her fantasy and shit."

As these fine, young men of Temple voiced their appreciation of Ms. Krendall, Barney displayed his devotion to another strong-minded woman who made her home in this hot, dusty Texas town. The young man ran over to the table and again grabbed Carrie's yearbook.

"Dude, you're fixated with that thing," Craig laughed. 

Barney Bussett thumbed through the entire yearbook again, savoring each and every picture that included young Carrie. 

But the boys were soon to be joined by an old friend. This friend had grown into a lovely young woman.

Barney heard the words: "Hi, Bernard," uttered by the sweetest voice that ever danced upon his ears.

He turned around, and saw that it was Madeline Krendall.

"Maddy?" he asked, shocked that the little girl that he and Craig and Dick used to play with years back had blossomed into such a remarkable young lady. 

"What's up?" she asked with a giggle.

"Uh, nothing," Barney said, trying to loosen up and relax despite his nerves. "Just, uh, about to go swimming."

Maddy laughed, as he was simply stating the obvious. He was so nervous.

"I like your bathing suit," he stammered. 

"Thanks," she replied, swiveling her hips a bit to show off her amazing figure and spectacular legs. "Got it on sale at 'Outfits and More,' right up near the ball fields."

As they continued to make small talk, Maddy openly looked down at Barney's penis. He noticed this, and was fighting hard to keep it relaxed.

After some more polite chatter between the two, a smirk broke across Maddy's young, angelic face.

"I don't want there to be any hard feelings between us," she said, basically urging Barney to apologize for all of the boyish pranks he had pulled on her years earlier. 

"I'm sorry I used to be a jerk," he quickly said. "I'm sorry about the time I let all the air out of your bike tires."

"Bike tires? Dude, that was like the least of all the mean things you did to me. You used to pull my pony tail, like yank it really hard. You, uh, pushed me in a puddle the last time I saw you, plus the fact I was wearing white pants..."

"I'm sorry, Maddy," he said with great sincerity. "It was the whole boys vs. girls thing back then, I guess...But it seems now we can all hang out and have fun."

Barney surrendered to Maddy not just because of the physical attraction he immediately felt towards her, but also because from the moment he heard her voice that wonderful day, Barney could sense a certain kindness that existed in her. 

He didn't even mind Maddy's insistence on calling him by his formal name, Bernard, which was done partly in a teasing way, and partly because since everyone called him Barney, she chose his formal name as an alternative, to be different.

"We had fun though back then, didn't we?" he pressed on. 

"Old Man Custard's was fun," she said, looking off into the distance and reminiscing a bit about their days of horseback riding. 

"Yeah, Old Man Custard's was fun," he confirmed. "God, I haven't been horseback riding in ages. We should go sometime, I mean, ya' know, if you're around."

"Well I sort of live almost 200 miles away these days, buddy, but I appreciate the offer," she giggled. "Didn't you work there for a little while?"

"One day," he said, hanging his head sort of dejectedly.

"One day?!" she scoffed. "For Pete's sake, Bernard..."

"He was soooo mean!" he argued. 

With the initial butterflies now gone, in regards to Maddy seeing him completely nude for the first time, Barney could now take a deep breath and relax.

"So are you guys budding nudists now just like Dick?" Deb's daughter asked with a sweet grin.

"Um," Barney began, then stumbled a bit over that same tennis ball.

"Watch your step," Maddy chuckled as she noticed Bussett's penis flop a bit from his unexpected slip. 

Barney regained his composure and pressed on.

"We love skinny dipping is all," he told her, laughing at himself since he sounded just like the Huckleberry Finn line Ms. Krendall had recited earlier. 

"Well I hope we girls aren't infringing on you boys' private time," she teased him. 

Barney immediately went out of his way to make her feel welcome.

"No, definitely not. It would be great if you guys joined us. I mean, you girls. I mean, you women, ladies," he said, stumbling over his words even worse than he stumbled over that little orange ball.

Maddy found his nervousness quite cute.

They shared a quiet, intimate stare into each other's eyes, but leave it to ole' Barney Bussett to get over excited.

"You're perfectly welcome to join us, I mean, join us in the whole skinny dipping thing," he offered.

The startled expression on Maddy's face instantly relayed to Barney that he had overstepped his bounds. Here was a precocious, curious 18-year-old girl entering the boys' private pool party simply to satisfy her budding voyeuristic desires. She wasn't really interested in baring all. 

And considering their past history, Maddy, God bless her, immediately scoffed at the idea.

"Oh, Barney Bussett," she laughed. "The day you see me naked is the day pigs fly, mister."

It was a bit of a letdown for young Barney, but damn if he didn't sort of get a rise out of her self-assured demeanor, as if she was saying 'it is perfectly fine for me to see you naked, but not the other way around.'

"I'm here to look, not to show," she admitted with a giggle, hinting that she knew this premise was unfair to the boys, but she believed that if they were proud exhibitionists like young Dick, they wouldn't mind at all.

In fact, they would welcome it.

"That's cool," Barney said. "But you never know, pigs might be able to fly someday."

"Oh really?" she laughed. 

"If they got a good running start, maybe jumped off a cliff on a really windy day?" he said. 

She played along.

"You never know," she answered. "Maybe someday."

She tapped him on the shoulder, as if her statement had a double meaning. It wasn't just about the whole pigs-being-able-to-fly premise, but rather Maddy was also hinting that Barney seeing her nude someday wasn't entirely impossible. 

But it wasn't going to happen on this day. This day was about the guys and gals reveling in a terrific CFNM atmosphere.

Craig and Dick had wandered over to their friend, as they indirectly formed a small lineup of three along the back of the patio.

"Well, well, well," Maddy said, with her hands on her hips, as her stance, words and tone signified a victory over the boys. "What lovely scenery."

It was a moment of perfect CFNM bliss, as Maddy greatly enjoyed having the upper hand in this nudity versus clothes dynamic, and the boys in turn were giving into - and fulfilling - their submissive desires. 

Within a few moments, the back door of the Parker house whooshed open and out to the patio came Janet, Carrie and Deb, all dressed in lovely swimming attire and all eager to combat this hot Texas afternoon with a dip in the pool. 

Conversation soon flowed with ease, as the boys' full-frontal nudity was hardly a distraction or something off-putting. It was, after all, as Deb alluded to earlier in the afternoon, perfectly natural. 

The water was a delightful temperature that day, but there was clearly another reason the guys and gals enjoyed each other's company and decided to stay in the pool for over two hours. 

The women loved the boys' playful attitude, their energy and spirit, and both Carrie and Deb enjoyed the fact that their daughters were getting to spend time with such kindhearted young men. 

The group played a few games of Marco Polo, did some modest dives off the deck, and tossed around an oversized beach ball. The girls showed tremendous maturity in regards to the male nudity, give or take one amusing quip here and there.

The young women really liked it when the boys took turns leaving the pool to fetch the beach ball any time it got knocked out of the water. 

"God, Craig has a nice butt," Maddy whispered to Janet at one point.

The men's bodies, although far more exposed than the women's, weren't the only ones that were a point of focus.

As soon as the ladies went onto the patio to dry off, Barney quickly swam over to the other two fellas and made an observation. 

"Madison grew some huge-ass tits, dude," he said, as he could see - even from a distance now - Maddy's large bosoms bouncing around a bit in her top. 

"Don't I know this," Dick remarked. 

His very special moment with Madeline - in which she used her breasts to effectively masturbate Dick's overtly large cock - was a memory that he kept to himself. As much as he wanted to brag to the boys, he felt it was more special if only the women and himself knew about it. It was up to Maddy if she wanted anyone else to hear the explicit details of that adventurous afternoon.

"I can't stop staring at her ass," Barney continued. 

"She does have a nice ass, doesn't she," Craig agreed. 

"I was so preoccupied with her big boobs at first, but, dude, she also has quite a nice, round butt," the Bussett boy said with gusto. 

Sex was constantly on the boys' minds, but at the moment they seemed more inclined to live out their exhibitionist fantasies. 

After a nice, relaxing swim in the pool, the young men were in a playful mood. 

Barney had an idea to make some water balloons, and with Dick and Craig's assistance, they quickly started assembling a pile of them.

They went about their task in earnest, distracted only by a growing number of Tamaulipas Crows circling and squawking overhead.

It was nature and nudism abound. 

As the girls joined the boys on the patio, Barney picked up one of the water balloons and appeared poised to toss it at Maddy.

"Don't you dare," Carrie told him. "Sweetie, if you want to toss them around, we can do that, but we are not going to start pegging each other with them."

"Yeah, those things can hurt," Maddy added, as she persistently tried to wring out her hair with a big Port Arthur beach towel.

The girls assembled one line and the boys assembled their own, opposite the girls. Carrie decided to skip the balloon toss and started straightening up the patio. 

"Staubach goes deep," Dick said, imitating his favorite quarterback before launching a soft toss to his stepsis. 

Comically, the balloon burst and splashed in Janet's hands.

"Nice, Dick," Janet laughed, as the others continued to have a catch.

Right alongside Janet, one of the water balloons exploded and drenched Krendy's chest.




The Tick Incident Ch. 06



"This is why I never played softball," she joked, as her soaked bathing suit further emphasized her large breasts.

"I tried to catch it like a big beach ball," she said, poking fun at herself.

Seeing Krendy in such sexy swimwear not only aroused the boys tremendously, but it also cracked them up how Deb's formal demeanor all those years seemed to have greatly concealed just how fun-spirited she was.

After a while, it was down to just Barney and Maddy. As the pair tossed the balloons back and forth, everyone drew in closer.

"How does he stay focused? I'm having enough trouble keeping my eyes off Madeline's big water balloons," Craig said.

Maddy, in turn, was distracted by Barney's big, bouncing cock. Craig inadvertently looked over at his buddy and saw that he was sprouting an enormous erection.

"Aw dude, what the hell?" Craig said in disgust, turning his head away from the sight, just as the women began to make it their primary focus.

And it was quite a sight. Barney's extremely rigid penis was standing straight up, even smacking his taught belly every now and then.

"God, it looks like Apollo 17," Craig laughed.

"Heavens, I don't think I've ever seen one point up so straight like that," Krendy commented.

"This young man is very, very excited about his nudism experience," Carrie smiled.

"Honest to God, Emerson Construction couldn't erect something more sturdy and firm," Krendy raved. 

Every time Barney caught the balloon, his dick bounced up and down with tremendous energy. Maddy started cracking up, to the extent where she was actually bent over at the waist, laughing her head off.

It entertained her so much now that Barney did it on purpose, dancing around and bouncing his prick up and down, side to side. The uncompromising hardness of his erection didn't allow it to swing in a circle, more just all over the place, like he was giving it a workout.

"I'm...made for dancin'," Janet jokingly sang as Barney contorted and frolicked about.

Beyond the comedic value of this display, Maddy found the sight of his strong, hard and eager cock pretty darn arousing. 

"Hey, Disco Star," she teased, "can you go like this? Can you balance it on your cock and fling it up in the air?"

"I can sure try," the Bussett boy quickly replied.

He gladly satisfied her request. 

The balloon only went a few inches in the air but that was good enough for applause. It splashed to the ground.

"That was awesome," Maddy exclaimed, rubbing Barney's shoulder.

"Ya' gotta great cock," she openly complimented him with a giggle, knowing he would enjoy it. "You do. You have a really nice cock."

Maddy also said it in a way like she was simply pointing out the obvious, which got him even more excited.

"Thanks," he replied.

"Seriously," she followed up with a smile, her stare lingering on his excited genitalia.

He flexed his prick again, making her giggle.

"You have a big dick," she said matter-of-factly, giggling, giving Barney plenty of attention while Janet had walked in closer to Craig, flirting with him and squeezing his butt.

"That's...gotta be at least a seven incher," Maddy said.

"Exactly," Barney said.

"I'm developing quite the eye for these things," Maddy told him with pride.

She was staring at it, the point of focus.

"Oh God," Barney uttered, just as his intense feelings of arousal began to boil over. A substantial amount of semen shot out from Barney's prick and splashed at Maddy's feet, causing her to jump back.

"Holy shit," she said, startled.

Without even being touched, Barney's erection shot forth several white ropes.

"Jesus, it's like the Lone Star Geyser," he said, his voice trembling. 

Barney was groaning, sort of apologetic, like he just couldn't control it.

"Holy Toledo?!" Krendy said while watching this captivating display unfold.

"Oh my God, it's not gonna stop. It's not gonna fuckin' stop," he said.

"Watch out!" Krendy advised cheerfully, their eyes darting upwards to follow each huge volley of semen.

"Oh look at it, look at it, look at him go!" Krendy yelled. "Ha-ha-ha!"

"Holy cow, did you see the arc on that one?" Janet gushed.

One last spurt.

"Ha! That was a little one," Janet said.

"It was little but fat, thick," Maddy remarked. 

"Look at all that!" Janet exclaimed.

"Sweetie, I didn't get to see Saint Vincent, but I have to imagine that was pretty darn close," Krendy told Barney.

"Was that normal for you?" Maddy inquired.

"It's been a while," Bussett explained, still somewhat embarrassed.

She giggled.

"When you're a chronic masturbator like him," Craig said, "going one day equals a month for a normal person."

"Shut up, dude," Barney replied. 

"God, one hour in and he blows his load," Craig joked. 

"That was some load," Krendy rollicked. "Holy Toledo."

"I'm so sorry," he still pleaded.

"Sweetie, sweetie, why on Earth are you apologizing?" Krendy asked. "For Pete's sake, that was an amazing ejaculatory extravaganza you just put on."

Barney was proud to hear her say that. In fact, it was very encouraging. 

********************

"Barney, hon, you wanna get the hose?" Carrie suggested, as she glanced down upon the multiple - and substantial - puddles of ejaculate the young Bussett boy had unwillingly deposited all over the back patio. 

Carrie's smirk suggested she was mighty impressed with Barney's potency, but was always intent on keeping her yard and patio a spotless example of perfection.

"Yes, mam. I am so sorry Mrs. Parker," was the young man's response. 

"It's okay, hon," she told him with a chuckle. "We're all here to have a good time." 

As Barney went to work with the hose, the rest of the group sat down and began to chat. The four women sat at the picnic table while Dick and Craig grabbed a couple of lawn chairs and pulled them up close to the gals. 

"Did anyone see 'Manhattan?'" Krendy inquired, sparking a discussion about the latest flicks. 

"I did," Janet burst out. "It was really good."

"John Schneider was on the cover of TV Guide this week," Maddy interjected, casually changing the subject. 

"Oh my God, he is such a fox," Janet raved.

"Tell me about it," her friend immediately agreed. 

Dick and Craig kind of rolled their eyes at the topic of conversation, and as if one cue, Carrie offered her stepson a chance to get away for a sec. 

"Oh, Dick, you wanna go make some iced tea, hon?" she suggested. 

"Yes, mam," he dutifully replied, quickly getting to his feet.

"Dick, just use the pitcher on the counter, sweetie," Carrie calmly instructed him. 

Janet and Maddy continued to talk over the noise created by the spray of the hose against the hot patio, as Barney was persistent with his task.

"I think you missed a spot, dude," Craig teased his friend. 

"Shut up, man," Barney fired back. "Not my finest moment." 

"Bernard, darling, come join the rest of the group," Krendy offered. "The patio looks just fine, dear."

Krendy scooched over to give Barney a seat next to her on the bench. She then crossed her legs, right leg over her left. Barney couldn't keep himself from glancing down to see her big, lovely thighs. 

'Oh, God, they're even more substantial and thick when she has her legs crossed like that,' Barney thought to himself. 'I'm gonna frickin' end up exploding again.'

"Did you pick your classes yet?" Janet asked Barney in a somewhat harsh tone.

"Bernard hasn't even finished high school yet, isn't that right, Bernard?" Krendy announced. 

The young man could only shrug. 

"Bernard!" Maddy yelled. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Lazy," Krendy suggested. "A warmhearted and engaging young man but as lazy as the day is long."

"Some of those classes were hard," he said of his last semester at Temple High. 

"Well that's the point, sweetie," Krendy smiled. "Gosh if you would only apply yourself, you'd be surprised what you can do."

Barney did not argue. He listened to their advice, which now came from every direction, including Janet, Maddy and Craig. 

"Tough love," Krendy said with a smile. "We're all being hard on you but you need to hear it."

Barney suddenly had a thought, and given the newfound crush he had on Ms. Krendall, it seemed to make sense. 

"You could be my tutor," he suggested. 

"Oh no," she said, leaning back in her seat, laughing. "I do not want to go down that road. Darling, you would drive me up a wall."

A somewhat sad look of dejection came across Barney's young, boyish face. 

"There are plenty of tutors available at Temple Junior College if you get stuck in a rut, hon," she offered. 

"But you're nice," he persisted.

"Nice? Sweetie, do you not remember having me as your third grade teacher?" Krendy laughed. 

"My mom is anything but nice when she's in the classroom, Bernard," even her daughter, Maddy, admitted. 

Barney thought back and remembered his days with Krendy, who, at that time, was Mrs. Walsh.

That was years before Barney would learn of her more tender side, her playful side, how she could laugh at a crass joke, and maybe even tell one. And it was years before he would ever see her in a bathing suit. My oh my. 

Even the more serious version of Ms. Krendall turned him on. He liked thinking of her as a harsh disciplinarian, a woman in control. 

"From what I remember, you didn't do too badly when you had me as a teacher," Krendy recalled. "I believe I got the best out of you. It was up to me to sort of give you a little kick in the butt."

And with that, Deb innocently patted Barney on the top of his naked rear end. It was a simple gesture, one without any sexual intentions. But God bless Barney Bussett. He could not keep his inner urges from taking over once again.

Just that slight physical contact with Krendy triggered something. Blood immediately rushed into Barney's penis and he could feel his dick quickly growing into a full-on erection. 

Thank goodness it was concealed under the table, for the moment. 

"Oh, Craig, I knew there was something I wanted to ask you, darling," Krendy posed, looking over at her other former student. "Does your dad do the ads for Shell Gas?"

"Yeah," he laughed. 

"I LOVE those," Krendy raved. "Carr and I were talking when one of them came on the T.V. and she mentioned it was your dad's company. That commercial cracks me up.'"

"Yeah that's his pride and joy," Craig remarked with a grin. 

Krendy just went on.

"And then the song keeps going, dah-dah-dah...I just think that's really catchy."

Now it was Janet and Maddy who were rolling their eyes. 

"What? I do, I think that's catchy," Krendy persisted. 

Just then, Dick appeared at the kitchen door, ready to come back out to the party, pitcher of iced tea and cups in hand. He gestured that he needed assistance. 

"Barney, could you hold the door for Dick? His hands are full, sweetie," Carrie suggested easily. 

Barney hesitated. If he got up, he'd have to once again deal with the embarrassment of an unruly hard-on. He had hoped Maddy or Janet would just go over and hold the door. Or maybe Craig might jump up. But nobody was budging. He started to get anxious. 

"Bernard? Hold the door for Dick, hon, he needs help," Krendy offered, even crossing her legs again, indirectly making Barney's situation that much worse. 

He couldn't move. 

"Barney! Get up off your butt," Janet said. 

The young Bussett boy slowly and reluctantly stood up from the patio bench. He was seated so close to the table that, as he rose, his erection caught underneath the table and then, once it was freed, sprang up as if it were Alexander the Great's mighty catapult. Barney's prick smacked loudly against his belly. 

Everyone at the table saw - and heard - Barney's massive erection, which, despite his embarrassment, was a truly magnificent sight. 

"My goodness, young man, again?" Krendy said with wide-eyed wonder, shocked that he could so quickly be at full mast again, given his earlier outburst.

"It doesn't want to go down," Barney said in an apologetic tone. 

"I'll get the door for Dick," Carrie said with a laugh, getting a kick out of Barney's persistent and seemingly uncontrollable erections. 

Barney tried to sit back down but Krendy suggested otherwise. 

"Sweetie, try and walk it off," she laughed, cracking the others up. 

"Do some jumping jacks," Maddy teased him. 

"No. No jumping jacks. I might break my ribs with it," he said, poking fun at his current condition. 

His openly candid comment, made somewhat in frustration, only made the women crack up even more. 

"Sweetie, what prompted this?" Krendy inquired. "What were we talking about, does anyone remember?"

"School and then Craig's dad's ad on television!?" Maddy replied, as if to say, 'how the hell did that get Barney so excited?'

Dick, unfazed by Barney's condition, calmly poured everyone some iced tea. 'This is just typical Barney Bussett,' Dick thought to himself. 

Barney, still standing while everyone else was seated, became the object of the women's playful gaze. 

"Sweetie, turn to the side just a bit. I just want to get the proper perspective," Krendy offered, cracking the girls up. 

The young Bussett boy did as instructed, giving the women a side view. His erection was even that much more pronounced. 

"Look at that," Deb said, with a gasp. "Look how tall and firm."

"It's a seven-incher," Maddy raved. 

"I don't care what size it is. It's the ferocity that impresses me," Krendy gushed. "Goodness, I thought he would need the whole rest of the day to recover from that earlier display. But not in the least. He's right back up again. With a vengeance it seems."

Barney patiently stood, knowing full well there were four sets of eyes lingering on his dork. It had such an unmistakable hardness and even an uncompromising sturdiness that some playful jokes soon followed.

"Sweetie, just watch out for those dreadful crows. One of them may decide to use you as a perch," Krendy joked. 

The girls leaned back in their chairs in rollicking laughter. Their amusement only caused Barney to grow that much more aroused, even moaning a bit as he could feel a small dose of pre-cum emerge from his tall, strained shaft. 

And now the real surprise came. With so much attention placed on Barney, the women didn't notice that Craig was hiding something pretty spectacular himself. As he readjusted himself in his seat, his rather large hard-on bounced about, and Ms. Krendall caught sight of it. 

"Oh and Craiger, you too?" Krendy whooped and hollered. 

"God, both of you guys," Maddy teased them, as she got up from her seat to get a better view of each. 

"We're all having a nice conversation at the picnic table and just like that, you two are sprouting a couple of huge boners," Janet chastised them, albeit with an adorable grin. "Unacceptable behavior, boys, just unacceptable."

As much as they wanted to just fade into the background at this point, Barney and Craig were very much the center of attention. Janet and Maddy could not take their eyes of the boys' pricks, the pre-cum on their heads making them glisten in the August sun. 

Realizing that the girls were staring anyway, Craig decided to draw more attention to his. 

"You wanna see a magic trick?" he asked.

"If it involves your cock, yes," Maddy said emphatically with a big smile. 

"Uh-oh, what's he doin'?" Janet remarked as she drew in closer. 

Craig began flexing his hard-on up and down, without any assistance from his hands. It moved north and south to such a degree it appeared like a throbbing fifth limb. 

The girls were already in hysterics. 

"How does he do that?!" Janet raved. 

Craig showed no hesitation in showing off his special gift, which appeared to be a very dexterous male organ. 

"This is like an X-rated puppet show," Maddy raved. 

"Yeah but I don't see any strings," Janet remarked. 

Even Barney was impressed with his friend's skills, and now Deb, originally seated comfortably at the table, got up to get a better view of Craig's performance. 

"Mom, look at this," Maddy said excitedly. 

"I am. Very entertaining," Krendy said with a chuckle. 

"He can really move that thing," Janet said, playfully understating Craig's abilities. 

"To say the least," Deb raved. "For Pete's sake, I think he's stumbled onto some new form of schlong calisthenics."

Craig loved their compliments and giddy demeanor.

"It's great to have an audience for once," he stated, poking fun at himself and admitting he had done this before, by himself. 

The girls wanted, and demanded more.

"Can you smack your stomach with it?" Maddy inquired in between laughs. 

"Oh Gawd," her mom replied, cracking up.

"I'm serious!" Maddy persisted. "Move it up and down again, I wanna see if you can..."

Craig did as requested, and much to their delight, he could flex his erection up and down with so much command that it did audibly slap his belly. 

Now he sat down on the warm cement of the patio, leaned back a bit, and made his penis flop back and forth between his legs from one side to the other. Back and forth it went, from his left thigh to his right thigh. 

"I call this 'the windshield wiper,'" he joked.

Janet and Madison had not seen many penises up to this point in their lives, mostly just sketched, lifeless diagrams in sex-education books. 

Seeing a young man such as Craiger move his about with such command was quite an eye-opening experience. He was like a magician flaunting his very majestic wand. 

It flopped back and forth so vigorously that it left everybody on the brink of sheer amazement - and amusement.

"Jesus, dude, stop wagging that thing," Barney said, cracking up.

"I had no idea a guy could move his penis around like that," Maddy burst out.

"Neither did I," said the mom with a hearty chuckle, as the women practically fell over each other, laughing their heads off.

"There are some penises in the animal kingdom that are prehensile, meaning they can actually grasp things with them," Krendy pointed out, never taking her eyes off Craig's throbbing tool. "This is probably the closest thing I've ever seen to a human male having one of those. Oh Good Lord..."

"I've just always been able to do it," Craig said, continuing to flex his fully-erect prick. 

"We all have our special talents," Krendy laughed. 

"I can wiggle my ears a bit," Janet said. 

"Craig can wiggle his cock," Maddy replied in such a cute tone. 

Barney was now relaxed enough to the point where his penis had returned to its semi-erect state. He wanted to join the performance. 

He wasn't able to put on a show of penis acrobatics like his friend, but instead simply rolled his hips to make his fat, floppy organ swing about in a circle. 

"Ah yeah, there's some helicopter," Maddy exclaimed.

"He's really good at that," Janet laughed. 

With all of this attention now placed squarely on their penises and the various tricks and stunts they could muster, Maddy just stood back and took it all in.

"This has turned into a frickin' talent show for their cocks," she said with a laugh. 

"It has, hasn't it?," her mom added. "An impromptu one at that, but nevertheless."

Dick was simply delighted that - for once - all the attention was off him. He enjoyed having his friends revel in the moment. 

"You guys are such showoffs," Krendy teased them. 

Craig and Barney soon just stood there, the moment overcoming them, their penises once again returning to their fully-aroused state. The boys just couldn't help it. Being naked in front of so many women, for so long, with so much attention placed on their very talented schlongs was more than enough to bring them to the threshold. Pre-cum glistened on the heads of their dicks, a very telling sign of how much they enjoyed the girls' company and their amused demeanor.