5 comments/ 34642 views/ 4 favorites Carol's Kid Sister By: Madabouthair In my first story, I told how my passion for women's body hair and in particular the female armpit went from fantasy to reality. While my relationship with Carol was only a summer fling for her, my first time with a woman was responsible for me getting together with her kid sister. Becky Sue was no kid, to be sure. At 18 she was all woman, and the day she walked in on me and her older sister was a day that led to my continuing sexual education. ********* When Becky Sue opened the door... I was in the midst of having another wonderful sexual experience with her older sister Carol. Having secretly spent the night in Carol's room, I had awoken with morning wood, not surprising since I had spent the night cuddling and groping the busty blonde. Carol had used the term insatiable to describe me, and when she explained to me what that meant I had to agree. I was insatiable. That comes with spending 18 years on the sexual sidelines and suddenly finding yourself with the opportunity to satisfy all of your pent-up desires with an experienced older woman of 20. Not only did Carol have experience, she also had been kind enough to indulge me by letting using her body to play out all of my fantasies, even the ones that I didn't know existed. We did plenty of conventional fucking of course, but Carol would get sore from dealing with my fat cock after a time, which is when she resorted to dealing with my other interests. These fantasies focused primarily on Carol's armpits, and during the times we got together during that summer of 1969, there wasn't a thing she didn't let me do to those gentle hollows and the delightful strawberry blonde sprays of hair that grew there unshorn. Besides the licking, nibbling, kissing, biting and chewing that I did to Carol's underarms - all of which Carol not only indulged but thoroughly enjoyed, mind you, actually crediting me with having let her realize what a sensual part of the body her armpits were - Carol was also fond of using the head of my cock like a roll-on deodorant of sorts, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her armpit until I came. She not only enjoyed watching me try to delay the inevitable as long as possible, but got off herself with the rubbing of her sensitive pits. Anyway, that morning when Carol grew tired of me poking my cock into her bottom, she finally decided to get me off so she could go back to sleep. Positioning herself across my hips, Carol put my cock under her arm, and after squeezing my cock by lowering her arm, proceeded to do what she called bag-piping. It was erotic to see the head of my cock peeking in and out of the moist fold, surrounded by the golden hairs that provided a subtle friction. It was more a visual thrill than physical, but it was on the verge of doing the trick when Becky Sue appeared. I didn't notice Becky enter the room, and her entrance was apparently for trying to sneak in and 'borrow' some cosmetics, knowing that her sister slept late. Carol would have been sleeping late had I not been there, but that's the price Carol paid for suggesting I spend the night with her, since she was heading off to college within the next few days. So imagine my shock when I heard Carol say good morning to her kid sister who was standing in the doorway, staring at what have been something you don't see everyday - your sister having axillary intercourse with one of your classmates. "Close the fucking door Beck," Carol hissed, not wanting to have their parents know that she was entertaining company. Amazingly, Becky Sue did what she was told, leaning back against the door until it clicked shut, her eyes never leaving my groin area, with my cock still pinned under her sister's arm. "Coming in to steal something, Beck?" Carol asked. "Wanted to borrow some lip gloss," Becky said softly. "You know where it is," Carol said. "Although it seems like you're more interested in this. You know the guy it's attached to right? You were in his class." Carol took my cock and waved it around, embarrassing me and shocking her kid sister, who flinched when she saw my erection briefly before Carol put it back to the warm confines of her armpit. "Tony?" Becky said, not recognizing me until then, since her eyes hadn't strayed upwards since she went into the room. "Hi Becky Sue," I said sheepishly, feeling a little ashamed but also feeling a little turned on by the way she stared at my cock. It was still strange for me to be looked at like a normal guy instead of the 300+ pound doofus I had been much of my teenage years, but I was enjoying the change. Becky got what she came in for and left, and Carol went back to work. "I think Becca liked what she saw," Carol suggested. "I don't think The Wizard has anything between his legs like yours." "The Wizard?" I asked "That's what I call her boyfriend," Carol snapped. "Boyfriend? Ha! He reminds me of the Wizard of Oz. Why she's wasting her life with that old coot is beyond me." I knew Becky Sue had a boyfriend, but had never seen him. In fact, I rarely saw Becky Sue with anybody besides Sue Paige and Kathy Morin, so I had no idea who this boyfriend was. "He's about 100 years old, and he's got like a spell over Becca," Carol explained. "He's the only boyfriend she's ever had, and she's been seeing him for over 3 years. Do the math." I had done the math, and the thought of the innocent teenager being seduced by this old guy was disturbing, unless you were the old guy I guess. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I was about Becky Sue. "You ought to go after Becca," Carol said, grinding my cock tightly in the vise of her arm fold, trying to get me off while giving me a devilish grin. "She would be perfect for you, if you know what I mean. She hasn't got much on top, but she's got so much hair under her arms it looks like she has Sly Stone in a headlock." Carol liked to tease me about my "fetish" as she called it, and it was ironic to think that the only reason I had ended up with Carol was because I came here hoping to get another glimpse at her kid sister's armpits. That one glance at Becky's underarms outside of school toward the end of the school year had not only completed my visual inventory of the senior class girls armpits, but had put her at the top of my list. "Just one thing," Carol said as I neared orgasm. "Don't call her Becky Sue. Call her Becky or Becca or anything but. Not Becky Sue. She hates that. People started calling her that to tease her and it stuck. Want to get into her pants, or under her arms? Call her Becky." I ejaculated seconds afterward, and while my cock spurted cum all over my chest and stomach I admit that I wasn't thinking about Carol when I came, but about Becky Sue. I mean Becky. ******** I found out where... Becky worked, in town at Woolworth's, and there was where I headed on a warm August afternoon. She was working the luncheonette counter, and as I went past the window I looked at her while she made somebody a banana split. With very long and straight hair that had to be the darkest shade of brown on the planet, and bangs that went down to her eyebrows, it looked like she was trying to emulate Cher, of Sonny and Cher. She didn't have the body or the face for it, but all in all she was a decent looking girl. I went in as casually as I could manage, given my excitement level, and sat in one of the silver spinning stools at the end of the counter. Becky glanced over at me as she finished waiting on an old man, and after doing a double take came down my way. "Hi Becky," I said, remembering Carol's advice. "Hi Tony," Becky said shyly, probably thinking of the time we saw each other last week. "Think I'll try to get a cheap banana split," I said referring to this promotion that Woolworth's had where you picked a balloon and they popped it, and what was inside was the price you paid, anywhere from a penny to 39 cents. It was usually 38 cents, but I didn't care. I didn't even want the banana split. After losing almost 150 pounds I wasn't about to put it back on so fast. No, I wanted to talk to Becky and see what happened from there. I also was hoping to check her out when she reached up for a balloon, thinking that perhaps I could get a peek down her sleeve when she lifted her arm. Looking down the sleeves of ladies was a technique I had used many times in the past, but unfortunately the pink and white striped uniform Becky was wearing had snug short sleeves that would block any such thought. That didn't stop me from getting Becky to reach up for the balloon string that was the most out of reach. She had nice enough arms; trim and pale with a light dusting of brown hair on her forearms, so as I watched Becky reach I enjoyed the view. The faint circle of perspiration on her sleeve made my heart skip a little, but just as she grabbed the blue balloon that I had asked for, I saw it. It was the briefest of glimpses but I know what I saw. Just peeking out from the white band at the edge of the sleeve were a couple of tiny hairs. The timberline so to speak, right at the upper inside part of her bicep. The sleeve had ridden up just enough, and obviously Becky's armpit hair grew extensively enough, so that I was afforded just a hint at what I wanted to see, and once I saw that I wanted to see it all. "38 cents" Becky said with a shrug after popping the balloon and opening the little piece of paper. "Oh well," I said, not giving a damn what the thing cost, because it was a bargain just to get a glimpse of those beautiful arms. Holy shit, I thought to myself, after I realized that I had just actually said that last part out loud. Clearly my brain and mouth were a bit confused. Either that or I had lost my mind, because I had just blurted out to Becky that I thought she had beautiful arms. "I do?" Becky said, shrugging again. "Absolutely," I told her, quickly recovering. "Didn't mean to embarrass you or anything, but I just wanted to tell you that. I mean, I know you've got a boyfriend and all." "Not any more," Becky said as she scooped the ice cream, and I resisted the urge to peek don the V-neckline of her uniform as she did. "Oh," I said, able to contain myself. "Would you like to do something sometime?" "Okay," Becky said. "I get out at 6. I take the bus so..." "I'll be here at 6 then," I said, and Becky nodded, making a face when a couple of kids came up to the counter to get what would also be 38 cent banana splits. I dabbed at the ice cream for a time, eating the banana and leaving the rest, along with a 12 cent tip, and waved goodbye as I headed home to take a shower and get ready to pick up Becky. ******** I was waiting outside... Woolworth's when Becky emerged. Having borrowed my mother's wheezing Mercury Comet, I was as happy as a guy could be tooling up Central Avenue on our way to - good question. Where was I going? "Would you like to do anything?" I asked. "Movie or something?" "I'm kinda dressed funny to go out," Becky said, and she had a point, still dressed in her work uniform. "Kinda smell like chocolate syrup too." "It's a nice smell," I said. "You hungry? We could stop and get some stuff and maybe go to the park and eat." Becky thought that sounded great, so after we stopped at Carrols fast food joint and picked up a bunch of 19 cent burgers and fries, we went to Cook Park. Finding a deserted corner of the place, we settled into a picnic table and ate, quietly at first, both of us nervous. "You didn't eat much of your banana split before," Becky said. "It wasn't because you didn't make it great," I explained. "It's just that it took me a long time to lose all that weight and I'm trying to keep it off." "That must have been hard to do," Becky said. "I didn't even recognize you, because we didn't see each other that much at school." Even though our school wasn't really big, there were some of the 60 or so kids in our class of 69 that hardly ever saw each other, because they went to BOCES or Cosmetology, like Becky did. "Besides, like I accidentally told you earlier, I didn't really come in for the ice cream. I came in to see you. I didn't know about you and your boyfriend breaking up. Sorry about that." "Just as well," Becky said. "Before she went back to school Carol finally talked me into breaking up with Roger. She was right. He was just using me. He wasn't ever going to break up with his wife." "He's married?" I asked, and Becky nodded. "When I started seeing him, he said that he was getting a divorce so I kept seeing him," Becky told me. "I know it was stupid, but he made me feel special. Like I was a woman." "You are a woman." "You know what I mean. When a man that's 52 years old and a successful businessman tells you that you're beautiful and stuff it gets to you," Becky explained. "Hell, I know I'm not beautiful, but when he said it to me I believed it." "If it matters, I happen to think you're very attractive," I said. "I would have told you earlier but when I was fat I was too shy and insecure to say anything to a girl." "You didn't seem so shy when I saw you with Carol," Becky said, blushing as she dipped a french fry into a pool of ketchup. "Carol was the first woman I was ever with," I said. "Still the only one." "Can't believe that you two were going steady all summer and nobody knew," Becky said. "I wouldn't call it going steady exactly," I told her. "It just happened. Actually, it was because of you that I went to that party at your place that day when your folks were out of town. I went there to see you." "Really?" "Yes, but I was too shy to approach you," I said. "Carol - she's not shy, and when she saw me looking at her she kinda took it from there." "She's like that," Becky said with a laugh. "She's definitely not shy." "For sure," I agreed. "The reason nobody knew about us was probably because Carol would have been embarrassed being seen with an 18 year old kid, so we kinda snuck around." "Carol told me you were a really nice guy," Becky said. "She was right," I chuckled. "Actually I am. I'm very introverted and insecure. Carol helped me a lot in that regard." "Yeah, I think she really wanted me to break up with Roger so I could be with you," Becky suggested. "I guess I'm a lot like you. I'm shy too, and easily - what would you call it? Manipulated? Carol tells me to do something and I do it. Roger told me to do something and I would do it, no matter how weird it was." "Well, I could tell you some things I'd like you to do, but I would rather have you do them of your own choice." "That would be a change for me," Becky said with a grin, and we went back to eating. After finishing we walked along the creek. The sun was going down but it was still warm, and maybe it was because we weren't out in the bright sun that Becky began to open up. "Carol told me some stuff about you," Becky said shyly. "She said you were a little kinky." "I guess she might be right about that," I said. "At least compared to some people, I suppose." "That stuff you were doing when I walked in on you two," Becky said in a halting voice. "That was pretty weird." "I suppose so," I admitted. "I had never even heard of it before. I don't know if Carol invented it or not. All I did was go with the flow, and I did like it." "Carol said you liked doing stuff to her armpits." I felt my face flush, and had to admit that while I wasn't really ashamed of what I liked, hearing it from somebody else did set me back on my heels. "Yes," I said after taking a deep breath. "That was how we ended up together. At your party Carol caught me looking up her sleeve at her armpit hair, and the rest is history." "I don't either," Becky said in a wavering voice. "Don't shave under my arms, I mean." "I know." "You do?" Becky said, her head spinning to face me as we stopped by a tree. "Carol told you?" "No, I mean, I knew before that." "How?" "June 9th at 8:05 in the morning. You were walking up the walkway to the main building. You were wearing a pink sleeveless blouse and had a sweatshirt tied around your waist. I started following you because out of all the girls in the senior class, you were the only one that I hadn't checked out. Your underarms, I mean," I said breathlessly, and the look on Becky's face was puzzling and priceless. "Getting too weird for you yet?" I asked. "Trust me, compared to a lot of guys the stuff that goes through my mind isn't all that crazy. So anyway, I was hoping that you would raise your arms a little just so I could complete my senior class armpit inventory when you suddenly took the sweatshirt from around your waist and put it on." "I chickened out," Becky said quickly. "When you pulled it up over your head it got stuck for a second, so I got to stare at the most erotic sight I had ever seen in my life," I said. "I was so captivated that I tripped and almost fell flat on my face." Becky laughed at that, making me feel a little less strange. She had taken it well, because not many guys would admit to spending their lives trying to look under girls arms as a hobby. "What did you mean you chickened out?" I asked after Becky stopped giggling. "I never wore a sleeveless blouse to school before," Becky confessed. "I figured that since it was the last week that I would get daring, but I freaked out and covered up." "Why?" I asked. "Because you don't shave your underarms? Plenty of girls don't these days, even at school. They had a concert downstate at Woodstock last weekend? Did you see the news or the papers. It looked like all of the girls were natural." "Yes, but I'm way too - well, I mean Carol only has a little hair under her arms," Becky explained. "Me, I've got..." "A lot. I know. You've got really hairy armpits. I saw that. If you don't mind me asking, if your armpit hair embarrasses you, then why don't you shave?" "Roger would never let me." "Wouldn't let you?" I asked. "It's your body. You can do what you want with it." "I know, but he said I looked better - older that way. It made him happy so I went along with it." "So now that you and him are done, you can look however you want," I reminded her. "You haven't shaved yet so you must like being natural." "I - wait. How do you know I haven't shaved?" "When you reached for that balloon earlier," I said. "You can't tell with this on." "Oh yes I could," I said. "Here, let me show you." Brazenly I lifted Becky's arm and as the sleeve rode up a bit, I pointed out the tiny hairs - seedlings almost - that grew on the inside of her bicep and now peeked out from the hem of the sleeve. "See?" I asked, boldly reaching up and taking one of the hairs between my fingers and holding it for Becky to see as she looked over at what I was doing. It struck me how far I had come in the course of a summer. After a lifetime of looking at girls, here I was doing the most outrageous things with them, and to my surprise I was getting away with it. Maybe it was the era we were living in, but I didn't care what the reason was. "Omigod," Becky gasped, her face turning beet red, and she forced her arm back down despite my efforts to keep playing. "Sorry," I said. "I know that was weird but I happen to find it very sexy. I'll bet that if you had worn that blouse all day at school you would have discovered that other people would have too." "Girls like Carol - they're pretty and they can flaunt what they've got," Becky protested. "You're pretty too," I assured her. "I'm not suggesting that you flaunt anything, but there's nothing wrong with being natural, and hiding your beauty is a shame." It would have been a nice touch to have us race into the woods and make love, but in reality it wasn't that easy. It took a trip up to Lake George for me to break through to Becky. Carol's Kid Sister ********** There's another girl... I told Becky, pointing out a short girl in a tank top who was waving to somebody on a boat, and what I was referring to was the fact that when she raised her arm, it was revealed that the girl had a little swirl of armpit hair. "It's getting warm," I added, noting that the temperature was getting to the point that wearing the long sleeved blouse was going to be uncomfortable for her. "That's at least the fifth woman we've seen so far." "I know, but..." "I'm just saying that you aren't all that unusual," I told her. "Nobody knows you up here. Good place to let your freedom flag fly." "Tony," Becky whined as we looked at a rack of summer clothing drastically reduced since it was the Labor Day weekend, wincing when I held up a tube top. "I would get laughed at if I wore anything like that." "Nonsense." "Not just because of the - you know - hair," Becky said. "I don't have anything to hold that up with. I wear... a padded bra." "I know," I said, having felt the quilt-like feel when we petted a couple of times. "I felt it. I don't care about that. There! Look at that woman. She's got less on top than you do, and she looks nice." I had nodded at a woman who was not only bra-less but practically breast-less as well, and it was true. Breasts came in all sizes, and I never met one I didn't like. Of course, the only ones I had personally experienced so far belonged to her sister, and it was clear that Becky was intimated by the size of Carol's boobs, probably thinking that I was comparing hers to them. What I wanted to see were Becky's armpits, which were still untouched by me except for that brief moment in the park. We had made out several times since, but unlike the wham-bam approach of her sister, Becky was making me wait and really work for it. "Here. How about this one?" I suggested, showing her a modestly cut light blue tank top. "I'll buy it." "I'm a medium," Becky said, and scrunched her face when I found one in that size. "Now go into the ladies room and try it on," I said after I paid for it, and after some pouting Becky finally did. I waited patiently for her, and although it seemed like a long time, when she emerged it was worth the wait. "Your bra straps are showing," I said, which caused Becky to raise her hands up to slide them under the tank top fabric and give me an magnificent view, but even before she did, I could see her armpit hair peeking out from the front of her arm fold. It was almost as if there was so much hair growing in there that it was overflowing. With her hands raised, I got to see the wild jungles of dark brown hair up close, and not even Becky's embarrassment could restrain my glee. "Becky, you look so sexy," I said. "I feel like everybody is staring at me," she said. They weren't, of course. The day passed and nobody said a thing about her, and I only noticed a few guys doing any staring. I was just waiting to say something to the one guy, who was old enough to be my father, but then I realized that he was doing just what I would have done if I was seeing Becky. Just looking and admiring, and that was confirmed when he smiled and winked at me after moving along. ************ You survived the day... I told Becky later in the car as we drove back home. "Nobody said anything or stared at you." "A few people did stare," Becky said in correcting me. "Maybe they were just crazy about the way you look," I opined. "I know how they feel. Now without the bra they would have stared even more." "You can take my bra off when we get to your place," Becky said. This was a major event in our relationship, since I had only felt her breasts through the padded bra before. So she had small tits? I didn't care, I like breasts of all shapes and sizes, just like I was crazy about women's armpits, hairy, smooth or in between. Becky's armpits were special though. That afternoon I had spent the day peeking at every opportunity, and by the end I noticed that Becky was becoming a lot less self-conscious about it all, and unpinned her arms from her sides. That made me so horny that I was walking around with an perpetual erection. Watching other people do double takes and check her out turned me on, and if she had ever suddenly raised her arms and did something like run her fingers through her scalp to give the world a real good look I probably would have cum right in my jeans on the spot. As it turned out, having guys look at her that way had turned Becky on a little too, which was why she made the comment about me taking off her bra, which I did as we made out on the couch. It was after I had been staring at her armpit while Becky had sat next to me with her arm up on the back of the couch for a minute. I took the tank top up and off Becky, pausing for a second with her arms raised high so I could savor the moment. My brief glance at school that time had been accurate. I had feared that I might have exaggerated the moment in my mind during the past few months, but that wasn't the case. "You're worse than Roger," Becky said as I raked my fingers through her armpit hair, which was so dense that working my digits through the thicket was a bit of a challenge. "But he just liked to look." Becky's armpit hair was a different texture than Carol's had been. The dark brown fur had a more coarse feel to it, and when I kissed the thick tuft while leaning forward and unhooking Becky's bra, I savored the warmth and the musky aroma that greeted my face. The strong scent of her deodorant had faded as the day had gone on and had been replaced with a neutral aroma that had a hint of her own natural scent. "There, now how bad was that?" I asked when the bra came off. "I think your breasts are amazingly sexy." "They're way smaller than Carol's," Becky said sadly. "I love yours just they way they are." Becky's breasts were quite small, but the little cones were adorable. Her tits were about the size of lemons and consisted mostly of her aureolas, which were puffy and a light crimson in hue. They disappeared in my palms, and as I gently massaged them Becky sighed in response. "I want to make love to you," I said. "Me too. Next week," was Becky's response. "Why next week?" "Something just started," Becky said with a sad face. "I noticed when we got back and I went to the bathroom." "I don't care about that," I said, grabing her hand and putting it on the bulge of my jeans, and for the first time she didn't pull it right away but instead gave it a little rub. "I do," Becky said. "I want it to be special for our first time." "Does this bother you?" I asked. "I've heard that girls breasts get sensitive around this time." "No, your hands feel nice," Becky said. "Do you really think my breasts are sexy?" "Absolutely." I said. "They're so firm, and your nipples are so puffy. Just relax and let me massage them. Why don't you put your arm back here for me?" I arranged Becky so that her right hand was behind the back cushion of the chair, which allowed me to just lean forward and bury my face in the warm pocket of her underarm while my hand kept playing with her breasts. Becky jumped when I first started kissing and licking her armpit hair, but I came to realize that the hair was so dense and thick that Becky couldn't feel my tongue against the flesh of her underarm, and that was what Carol had liked most of all, so I spent considerable time nibbling and licking around the outer fringe of her armpit. My tongue and lips working around the inside of her upper bicep, where I had noticed the fringe sprouts that day, and down near her upper ribs, where the hair finally thinned and ended, had the desired effect, and it wasn't long before Becky's body was coiling against the back of the couch. Now Becky's hand was back rubbing the bulge in my pants, and just when I thought I was going to cum Becky whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to get you off?" ******** I jumped to my feet... and tore off my jeans before Becky could change her mind. My fruit-of-the-looms were another matter, since for the entire day my cock had been in various stages of erection and I had a tendency to drool pre-cum like a leaky faucet when aroused. You could actually hear the sound of the fabric as I peeled the underwear off me, and as I got them off of me as fast as I could, I could see Becky's eyes on my cock as it bounced around like a diving board before I sat down. "Your dick is way bigger than Roger's," Becky said as she touched it very gingerly. "Way fatter." "I don't really care about Roger," I said, and the way she kept bringing him up was bothering me. I know that he had been the only guy she had been with, but the asshole had robbed the cradle as far as I was concerned. Besides, I didn't care about any cocks besides my own, although the looks that the only two girls that had seen it had given it did do something for me in terms of confidence. "I was scared of it when I first saw it - when you were with Carol," Becky said, wrapping her fingers around the shaft as best she could. "I'm going to cum quick," I warned Becky as I turned away from seeing her little pale hand begin to stroke my fat cock, and returned to an even better sight. "I like to watch dicks cum," Becky said as she leaned forward, burying my face under her arm even further in the process. "Does your dick spurt in the air when you cum?" Becky found out the answer to that question right away, because I was cumming as the words left her mouth. Because my face was otherwise occupied I couldn't see what was going on, but by the looks of things my cum did go quite a ways. "Don't stop!" I grunted when Becky's hand began to slow down. "Jerk it harder." I felt like I could cum again for some reason, so even though my cock had lost some stiffness, I implored Becky to continue masturbating me. She didn't seem to mind, so I leaned my face out of her armpit and watched Becky studiously try to milk another orgasm out of me. It only took another minute or so for me to cum again, and this orgasm I was able to witness, the ropes of cum spurting out of my semi-turgid cock as it flopped around crazily. The end result was that Becky's hands and arms were coated with my milky seed, along with me from my stomach to my knees. "That was far-out," Becky said as she looked at the mess we had created. "You cum way more than Roger, and he never did it twice in a row like that." "Forget Roger," I said. "How about you? Let me get you off now." "I'm having my period." "I don't care," I said, wanting to get a look at her pussy. "I can get it up again." After we verbally jousted about this for a time, we began to make out again, and after I assured Becky that I only wanted to look, she relented and took off her jeans. The second that those tight bell-bottoms started to come down my head was spinning. There was a treasure trail that fanned out quickly, and even though her panties were very full cut, the timberline of her bush was a good inch or two over the top elastic, and along the inside leg openings Becky had hair sprouting out on both sides. Even through the front panel of the undies, I could see the outline of her bush as it pushed against the cotton. "Please take them off for me," I begged. "Next weekend," Becky insisted, and even though she was very shy and insecure, I knew she could see how much I lusted after her, and just to tease me she toyed with the hairs that peeked out, pulling them out and twirling them around her fingers. "Just a peek?" I begged, and she smiled, yanking them up and down quickly. I saw the string standing out clearly against her bush, which was even more dense than I had suspected, but I didn't care about that. I would have done anything to get at her, but she held fast. "At least get me off again," I said, showing her than my cock was just like every other 18 year old guys, in a perpetual state of erection. "Save up your energy, because you'll need it next weekend," Becky chided me, and when she refused to help me I decided to take matters into my own hands. "I can't wait until then," I said as I went to get my lubricant of choice, and the size of the jar was what Becky thought was hilarious. "Is that a lifetime supply?" Becky asked when she saw the gigantic container "It's the family size jar," I explained, and indeed my affection for self-abuse was what had prompted me to buy the economy size, not to mention that the wide mouth allowed me to scoop it out easier. I rubbed the petrroleum jelly all over my cock and began working my fist up and down while staring at Becky, who giggled for a minute but then started to get more interested in what I was doing. The evidence of that was that she started rubbing the the front of her panties while I jerked off. This exhibitionist behavior was something new to me, but I discovered that I was enjoying seeing the reaction of Becky, who was getting excited by me with my cock in my fist pumping away. The fact that instead of using my imagination to visualize Becky, I was able to gawk at her certainly made it even better. "I'll finish for you," Becky said but I declined her offer and kept jerking off. Becky was now kneeling beside me, her hand now inside her panties, and that allowed me to get a nice look at much of the jungle of hair while I neared orgasm. My vision got foggy and my cock tingled just before I came, and Becky might have had an orgasm herself but I was too busy cumming myself to be sure. "We could have done that to each other," I said as we sat there and smiled at each other. "But that was hot to watch you." "Next weekend," Becky said. "That was cool watching you do that. You do it a lot?" "Yeah. Do you?" I asked, and Becky blushed as she nodded. ****** We consummated our relationship... that next weekend, and while it was great, it was a bit of a let down in a way. Maybe I had built it up so much in my mind that it could never have lived up to what I had imagined. We had sex in every way possible, and while the sex was really good, there was still something wrong. That someone was Roger, whose name continued to come way too often for my liking, and it finally came to a head after a couple of months when she let it slip that she was still calling him. "It's nothing bad," Becky insisted. "You should be flattered. I always tell him how nice you are, and how great you are in bed." "You tell him that?" As it turns out, this Svengali-like character had been pumping her for information all along, and Becky confessed that sometimes she would give him sort of a blow-by-blow description of our lovemaking, complete with intimate descriptions of my anatomy. "That was why you measured my cock last week?" I asked about that bizarre evening when she seemed obsessed with finding out how thick it was, and Becky nodded sheepishly. "So you could give this clown measurements of it?" Becky said that she was doing this as a favor to him, because he really missed her. His wife didn't understand him or have sex with him, and so he got himself off while listening to Becky tell of our lovemaking. Besides, Becky explained proudly, after all she had declined when Roger had pressed her to meet them for a reunion of sorts. "Them?" I asked. "Who's them?" "Roger and uh... Lisa," Becky confessed after I pressed her on her slip of the tongue. "Who the hell is Lisa?" I demanded to know. "This ass-hole's wife?" "No." "Then who is it?" I asked. She told me eventually, and it turned out that Lisa wasn't this guy's wife. She was his daughter. "You mean to say that you've had sex with this Roger and his daughter?" I asked, trying to keep my jaw off the ground as Becky nodded in the affirmative. "You always tell me how much you would like to see me with you and another girl," Becky protested when I confessed to being a bit shocked. "What's the difference?" "The difference is that the guy is having sex with his daughter," I informed her. Becky told me that I was splitting hairs, so to speak, and that if I wanted to, we could all get together too. Me and Becky and Roger and Lisa. Just the four of us. "No thanks," I said. "Roger said that I should try to get you to let him join us some time too," Becky said, rubbing my cock through my jeans as we sat in the car, which had always worked in getting my attention before. "He said you really sound interesting, and even if you didn't want to have him actually doing anything with us he said he would love to just watch." "Watch us?" "Yeah, when I told him how fat your cock is, he didn't believe me, and said he would have to see it for himself. He's very open-minded and he's really smart," Becky said. "I think you would really like him if you gave him a chance. If you're really as open-minded as you claim to be, what would be wrong about you being with another man?" That wasn't going to happen, and as much as I loved Becky's furry body, I knew we were over. We broke up over the course of the next week, after which Becky ran back to this guy who really must have had some kind of hold on Becky, for better or worse. As for me, I moved on. 1970 was here. ********** Thanks for the positive feedback so far.