2 comments/ 21782 views/ 3 favorites Diary Of a Dirty Old Man: Shawn By: VeryDirtyMind Along with a bunch of old porn magazines and Beta tapes I found in a storage locker was this journal written in my a man with amazing penmanship, which made reading the fading ink a lot easier than you would think for something 40 years old and kept in a dusty box. I have no idea who this guy was, but I like his style. Here's a entry I particularly enjoyed. *** June 30, 1972 "You dirty old man," I mumbled when I saw the plot develop before my eyes, and while I had seen bits and pieces of this over the last few months, this time I was in prime position to see it all. My long time neighbors, the Hermann family, looked like your typical suburban family. Husband, wife and three daughters, with the elder two girls having moved on to college and their own lives. I knew the eldest daughter Denise quite well, but that's another story for another time. The middle daughter I had never gotten to know, and I suspect that the reason was that her older sister had warned her about me, but I don't know that for sure. This younger daughter, Shawn, had always seemed frightened of me. It wasn't until recently that I had attempted to get better acquainted with young Shawn, and through that I learned that she thought I looked like the bald-headed iconic character in the Mr. Clean commercials. "That guy always scared me when I was a kid," Shawn had admitted, but I assured her that I was a gentle soul that wouldn't hurt a fly. I didn't tell her about the things that went though my mind whenever I looked at her, because I think that would have really given her something to be frightened about. I like young girls. Always have and I suspect I always will. Not TOO young, mind you, because the last thing I want to have happen is to get arrested and tossed in jail with a bunch of other horny guys. 18 is young enough for me. My infatuation with young things cost me my marriage years ago, although by that point is wasn't much of a loss for either of us. My ex claimed that I was silly for having such thoughts about barely legal girls and couldn't understand what I saw in them. "You were 18 once," I reminded her. "They probably think you're a silly old man," she contended on her way out the door. "What do you do? Stand there and whip your thing out?" Some of the young ladies I've made moves on probably do think me silly for my interest but a surprisingly large number don't, and I've learned that through experience. As for my ex-wife's last contention, the answer to that was quite often yes. If you've got it, flaunt it. The girls often do, and so do I if I think it will work. Back to this morning. My married neighbor, well respected father of three and a lawyer for some cheesy firm in town, had hustled out the door in his pinstriped suit for a day of ambulance chasing just like always. Just like a couple of mornings earlier, he tossed his briefcase into the car but he didn't hop in the Lincoln himself just yet. Instead Dave Hermann walked around behind his garage and waited. Inside the house his bloated wife was probably sleeping in since it was summer and the remaining kid at home didn't have to go to school. The kid. Shawn. Not a kid but a woman, having just graduated from high school last month, and just like she had a couple of days before the little lady was climbing out her bedroom window clad only in her pajamas and slippers. Shawn wasn't a raving beauty, certainly nowhere near as pretty or as well-developed as her older sister Denise had been at 18, but that didn't bother me a bit. Shawn looked young and innocent, even though not nearly as innocent as she had seemed before I had figured out that something was likely going on out back behind their garage. It had to be sex. Why else would a guy slither out back there and meet a daughter who snuck out of the house through a window? The only question was what it was I would see as I crouched down in my own yard with my trusty Poloroid in hand. The way the yards were on our block, there was only one neighbor who could see what went on back there. Me. What would I be doing back there at sunrise? So their openness was probably a result of an expectation of privacy, an expectation that was simply not going to happen when there was an 18 year old girl around next door to me. Shawn came around the corner to her father like an obedient puppy, and after they kissed and embraced the honorable attorney undid his belt and let his trousers drop down around his ankles. By then Shawn was dropping to her knees and tugging down her old man's boxer shorts, revealing a cock of respectable proportions that was on the way to getting hard even before his daughter's hand and mouth got hold of it. Three minutes later my lawyer neighbor had his daughter's head in his hands while his knees buckled a bit, letting out a moan that signified that this case was closed. Shawn didn't even flinch while his load filled her mouth and went down her throat, and just like that it was over. Attorney Hermann pulled up his boxers and pants and after helping his daughter up to her feet, gave her a kiss and hurried back around the garage to his car. Shawn was brushing her knees off as her father pulled out of the driveway, and after he left she looked around the corner of the garage towards her house to make sure it was safe to run back to her bedroom window. It was then that the girl looked over toward me, and that saved me the trouble of clearing my throat or saying good morning. The look on Shawn's face when she saw me standing there in my yard was priceless, and in retrospect I should have taken a picture of her then to go along with the 4 I had taken and were already developed. I did smile and wave, with the prints in my hand as I did so. While Shawn never seemed to be the sharpest knife in the drawer she did manage to put the pieces together in the 5 seconds or so she stood there frozen on the other side of the fence from me, with her mouth open just as wide as it had been with her Dad's cock inside of it. After that brief encounter Shawn took off running across her yard and back in though her window, her plump butt wiggling as she fell inside. I smiled while walking back into my own house with my eyes still trained on the Hermann residence, with Shawn's eyes looking like a raccoon as she looked out at me from inside her bedroom. The pictures? Well not bad considering that I was about 20 feet away and a bit excited at what I was watching. You could certainly see who the players were, and the glossy image of pudgy Shawn kneeling there with her mouth full of Dad made me wish I had a better camera so I could see his balls bouncing off her chin. I resisted the urge to stroke myself off at the time in hopes that there might be more to follow. What would Shawn do? I had my hopes high but whatever was going to happen later, it wasn't even 8 a.m. and I hadn't had my coffee yet but it had already been an interesting day. ******* Shawn emerged from her house around 11, and as I watched her casually hanging around her front porch and glancing at my place from time to time I wondered what was going through her mind. Was she trying to decide what she would do next? Maybe she was just hanging around waiting for her friend to stop by, like she often did. Shawn didn't seem to have that many friends besides this one girl who I think was called Lois who also happened to be on my radar. She was a skinny hippie girl who never wore a bra, although in her case she didn't seem to need one since her tits were small, even smaller than Shawn's. They did hang low though, and since she wore a lot of tank-tops it didn't take much to see the sides of her titties through the armholes of the tops, along with the thick tufts of hair that filled the deep pockets of her armpits. Shawn and her hippie friend had a history of their own behind that garage although to my never-ending regret I had missed that. There was something about the way they emerged from behind that garage that day - the guilty looks that I knew all too well - that made me think that there had been some hanky panky going on, and that alone had my imagination working overtime. So when Shawn was still alone out there a few minutes later I decided to make myself available in case the young lady wanted to chat. I made sure I was looking okay before I went outside, and after determining that I looked as good as my 55 years would allow I proceeded to go out back and putter around some. Shawn saw me back there, and I could see her trying to decide what to do, actually making a couple of steps toward my property a couple of times before turning around and going back to her porch. I guess I should have felt a little sorry for the girl but my mind was occupied with other things. Was she still a virgin? Having seen the way she gobbled her old man's cock it didn't seem possible, especially in this era of free-love and promiscuity. Maybe Dave Hermann was screwing her in the evenings and getting head in the morning, and I guess it was a good thing we never had kids of our own because I confess I wouldn't have been any more moral than old Dave was if faced with looking at a nubile young woman around the house all the time. Shawn was wearing a sleeveless blue and white horizontally striped blouse that made her tits look bigger than they probably were and denim shorts that showed a lot of leg, legs that like her arms were just a tiny bit fleshy. I figured that if I put the measuring tape to Shawn the numbers would be about 34-28-37 because her body was a bit pear-shaped. The 34 part I knew for sure because I happened to be over in their yard one day and saw a slightly padded 34B bra hanging on the line. No way Dave's wife could fit her huge jugs in that little harness so it had to belong to Shawn. I was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse a lot, but as I puttered around the side of my garage I began to wander a little bit farther up the driveway to make myself more accessible, all the while pretending to be unaware of Shawn out there. The next time Shawn made a couple of steps toward my property she didn't stop, and I pretended to be unaware of my young neighbor as she made her way over, all the time glancing back to make sure her mother wasn't watching. "Hi," came the meek voice of my prey, who looked as nervous as she sounded, and I pretended to be surprised at seeing Shawn when I turned around. "Shawn!" I said merrily. "Good morning. I see you got dressed." Shawn pale face turned red at that comment, but she didn't run away like I suspect she might have wanted to, instead twirling her light brown hair around with her fingers while shifting her weight from side to side. "Why did you do that?" Shawn finally asked, and after I feigned ignorance about what she meant, she added, "You know, back there before?" "Oh that!" I said. "I guess I could ask you the same thing." "My Dad. If he ever saw you watching he would have killed you." "Really?" I said. "Do you really think he could kill me?" I was wearing a t-shirt that was rather form fitting, and since I make a point to stay in good shape that image was rather flattering if I do say so myself. I watching Shawn's eyes look over my torso, her gaze lingering on my biceps that were probably almost as big as her father's thighs, and then she shrugged when she figured out what would happen if her father made any moves toward me. "Well, he would have been mad," Shawn finally declared after realizing that at with me 6'1" and 185 pounds and her old man at around 5'7" and 140 he would not pose much of a threat to me even if I was a couple of years older than him. "I suppose," I admitted. "Did you really take a picture - of us?" "Want to see?" I offered, but Shawn shook her head no vigorously. "They came out pretty nice." "They told me to watch out for you," Shawn blurted out. "They said you were a pervert." "Is that so?" I said with righteous indignation, hoping it wasn't her older sister that ratted me out. "Exactly who might that have been?" "People," Shawn mumbled, and after I pressed her she went on. "Missy Rivers - and Father Reed." "I don't know anybody named Missy," I protested, although I sure as hell knew Father Reed, and I was pissed about that pervert calling me one because unlike me Bob Reed had no limitations on age, or gender for that matter. "She was in my class, and she told me about stuff you did to her sister Marcia," Shawn declared, and now I knew what she was talking about. "Oh, Marcia Rivers!" I exclaimed as I recalled that short redhead with the gigantic tits that I enjoyed several trysts with a few years back. "For the record though, I never did anything to Marcia." "You didn't?" Shawn asked. "No," I explained. "The things we did, we did to each other. With each other. Sort of like what you and your Dad were doing this morning." "Oh," Shawn said softly. "You sure you don't want to see how the pictures came out?" "There's more than one?" Shawn asked, and after I nodded I could see her eyes well up. "What are you going to do with them?" "Show them to you," I said. "We could go out behind your garage, or you could come into mine. They're inside." It took about a minute of Shawn fidgeting and glancing around before she finally agreed, asking me what she would have to do in there. "Nothing you don't want to." ****** "My Mom would flip out if she saw me in here," Shawn declared after we slipped into the side door of the garage. "Rest assured I won't be telling on you," I said as I went over to the work table and turned on the light, motioning for Shawn to follow. She did, but was walking like the floor was a mine field and kept a few feet away from me as picked up a picture. "I thought you weren't going to be afraid of me any more," I mentioned, and after Shawn shrugged her shoulders I suggested that it would be even more comfortable inside. "No," Shawn said, shaking her head so hard it must have gotten her brains rattling inside her head. "I told you I would never do anything to you," I reminded her. "Nothing you don't want me to do that is." "I know." "Here's the first picture," I said while holding the Polaroid out between us, forcing Shawn to take a step closer to me. "Omigod. You can tell it's me - and Dad," Shawn said while her pale face turned pink. "This is so embarrassing." "No need to be embarrassed," I assured her. "Mom - if she ever saw this..." "I know. Don't worry. I'm not going to give them to her." "Then why did you take them?" Shawn asked after I handed her another photo. "Because I love sex," I admitted. "Just because I'm an old man living here all alone doesn't mean I'm dead." "You ain't that old. Besides, I've seen girls coming to your house before. Besides Missy." "So you keep an eye on me too, huh Shawn?" I said while reaching over and putting my hand on her shoulder, the soft warm skin making my heart race. "Not on purpose." "Guilty. I noticed you two back there couple of days ago so I decided to do a little spying," I explained. "See what you two were up to." "You think we're werid, don't you? You probably think I'm a slut and my dad is sick," Shawn said with a pained expression on her face. "It's not like that. Dad and Mom, they don't get along that good any more and Dad says that men have urges that need satisfying." "He's right," I declared, making a mental note to put that in my bullshit Rolodex for future use. "And so do you, judging by the way you took care of him. You must have a lot of experience." "No. My folks just let me go on my first date a little while ago. They think I'm too wild because I got drunk with Lois last year and they caught me. I've only touched two dicks in my whole life." "That's not much for an 18 year old girl," I agreed. "You said something about Father Reed before." "Yeah, they made me go get counseling after I got drunk that time," Shawn confessed. "Well that explains the other dick you've experienced," I said, and after I did Shawn's face looked just like it had when she saw me watching her behind the garage. "How - did he tell you that?" Shawn stuttered, her face now crimson. "No, you just did," I said calmly while wondering how the hell the guy managed to get all of the sex he did without getting caught. "I guessed that the counseling included him getting you to handle his little pecker." Shawn snorted while trying not to laugh, and then asked me how I knew about his very modest endowment. "I've seen him in the locker room at the golf course," I lied, not wanting to tell her about the way that Bob Reed had me assist in helping a couple of wayward young ladies in the past, but that too is another story. "Here's the last picture." I gave her another picture, although it wasn't the last because that one I was saving for my scrapbook. Shawn looked at the photo, which was taken as her father was cumming, and she took a deep breath as she looked at the two of them. "You swallow. Good girl," I said as we looked at her Dad coating her tonsils. "I still choke sometimes," Shawn said. "Keep practicing. In fact, if you would like to do a little right now..." "Here? With you?" "It's up to you, or if you would rather we could do something else - inside." "I can't. I promised my Dad I would stay a virgin until I get married." "You mean you and him don't..." "No, I swear!" Shawn said, as I could tell she wasn't lying because I could already read her like a book. "Good for you. Still, since I was nice enough to give you the pictures, I thought it would be nice of you to give me a little reward." "Like what?" "Well for a start you could take off your blouse," I suggested. "Here?" "Or inside." Shawn put the pictures in the pocket of her shorts and after taking a deep breath pulled her blouse over her head. "Very nice," I sighed. "You should get a new bra. I think you're outgrowing that one." "I know." "Why don't you unhook that thing for me?" I said. "It looks so hideous on you, and it takes away from how beautiful you are." Maybe I was the only guy who thought she was beautiful, outside of her old man, but I could tell Shawn liked hearing it. It was obvious because her nipples were visible even through the padding. "It's okay," I said softly, and then I was shocked when Shawn reached back behind herself and struggle with the hooks for a second. "So beautiful," I said after Shawn pulled her harness off and stood there awkwardly while I stared at her bared breasts. "I can't believe how well-developed you've become." That wasn't much of a lie, because while I had expected breasts more like the size of apples, Shawn's tits were as big as grapefruits and the firm looking round globes had nice fat nipples on them as well. "Really," I declared when Shawn looked at me with a dubious expression. "Seems like yesterday when you looked like a boy and now you're a woman. A beautiful woman at that." I could almost see Shawn's nipples throb as I showered her with praises, and I wondered whether she was getting wet down below as well. "I see that you don't take after your friend - what's her name? Lois?" I remarked as I gestured towards her underarm, which was exposed when her nervously began fiddling with her locks again. "What? Oh," Shawn said after she glanced over at the pale expanse of her armpit, where only a small patch of peach fuzz nestled in the center of the moist hollow broke the creamy whiteness. "Mom would really kill me if I didn't shave. She already thinks Lois is a bad influence on me." "It looks interesting on her, but I think you look great the way you are. That's why I love girls so much. They're all different and special in their own way," I explained. Diary Of a Dirty Old Man: Shawn "I guess I should go back home," Shawn said, but she said it in a way that made me suspect she wasn't in that much of a hurry. "I wish you would stay," I suggested. "If you would like - I mean, you said that you've only touched two guys before. Maybe you would like to touch a third one." "You?" "Why not?" I said, wondering who the heck else she thought I was talking about. "No one will see. Just come a little bit closer. That's it." "I don't think I should," Shawn said, but she was moving next to me as she spoke. She wanted to as bad as I wanted her to. Well, maybe not THAT Bad, but she was curious. Her nippled were so taut they looked ready to explode and I was willing to bet that her panties were dripping." "Come on honey," I said while trying not to sound like Snidely Whiplash. "It's okay. Just pull down my zipper and reach in. I'm not wearing any underwear." "Just between you and me," I whispered. "No one else will ever know. I think you'll find me more interesting than Father Reed." Time passed. It seemed like an hour even though it was only about 15 seconds, but when that little hand reached over my heart skipped a beat. I could see her fingers trembling as they approached my fly, the crimson in her high school ring sparkling, and then she had the tab of my zipper in her grasp. "Like this?" Shawn asked, and all I could do was nod as the zipper came down, the teeth sounding like a roar as it opened up. "That's it," I croaked. What's better than sex? Foreplay might be, at least in my book, and that goes for moments like then as well. My eyes were on Shawn's face as she reached her hand inside the open fly of my trousers, and then I reveled in the myriad of exxpressions as she fumbled around. The fingers went into my pubic hair and then downward. When she reached my cock she started to pull it out, and then she glanced up in shock at me as her hand slid down the shaft. It must have seemed like an anaconda as she managed to haul it up from along my thigh, and when she saw what she had extracted she dropped it like it was radioactive and stepped back from me. "What's wrong honey?" I asked as she stared at my cock in horror. I'm used to getting double takes when girls first see the reason I was nicknamed "tripod" back in my schooldays, and long ago one young lady fainted when she saw it, but Shawn's reaction was different. "What happened to it?" Shawn asked, actually seeming to get emotional about it as I stood there with my cock hanging out of my fly. My cock isn't pretty. That much I know. My ex used to call it "muscled" because of the veins that extend all the way up to the end of my foreskin. That was when I realized what Shawn was concerned about. "Didn't you take sex education in school?" I asked and Shawn shook her head no, all the while her eyes stayed locked on my cock like it was about to strike. It was then that I understood that she was just as innocent as she seemed. Her Dad and Father Reed were both circumcised, and not having any brothers she was confused at seeing her first uncut cock. The fact that I have a long foreskin probably didn't help any. "Can't believe I pay all those school taxes," I muttured under my breath as I prepared to do some educating of my own. "Come here honey. Give me your hand. That's it, hold my cock by the shaft. Now move your hand back toward my body. See?" As Shawn's hand, wrapped around the middle of my mostly flaccid organ, moved towards me my foreskin slid backward, exposing the pink glans as it emerged from the dusky hood. "Omigod. I feel like an idiot." "No need to feel that way." "I should have known that." "You see, your Dad and Father Reed were circumsized after they were born," I explained while showing her the part that would have been removed on mine. "My folks didn't do that to me. Not so scary now, is it?" "Yes it is," Shawn giggled. "Your dick is so big. It's bigger than Daddy's and it isn't even hard. Does it get even bigger?" "Keep doing what you're doing, Shawn," I said as I encouraged her to keep moving her fist up and down, since she seemed to be fascinated by the movement of my foreskin which made the head play hide and seek. "You'll see." "Oh man," Shawn said as sweat poured down the sides of her face. "I can feel it getting hard." Shawn might have been scared but she was also excited. She was standing there wiggling like she had ants in her panties, and that had me trying to figure out a way to get them off her too. In the meantime Shawn's hand had gotten me fully erect, and the poor girl was beside herself. "Mr. Ellis - oh man - I don't think I can fit that in my mouth. It's too big." "Nonsense," I replied. "It's just that you're nervous. Tell you what. Why don't we go into the house and get undressed?" Shawn resisted at first, but after she looked out the little window over towards her house she finally relented and the next thing we knew we were in my bedroom and getting naked. I pulled the shirt over my head and when I started undoing my belt Shawn let go of my cock and slowly undid her shorts. "Wow. You've got lots of muscles," Shawn said after I had undressed, and while it's true that I'm in good shape for a guy my age, the muscle Shawn seemed most interested in was swaying out in front of me like a flagpole. The sight of seeing Shawn naked did nothing to damper my erection. Like I had thought, the teen's body was a bit pear-shaped, with a slightly thick waist and a plump butt. She wasn't in bad shape at all though, and if she lost about 10 pounds in the right places she would look even better. "Nice," I sighed when I looked at the modest triangle of golden brown hair had guarded her sex. "Come her and give me a kiss, honey." I drew Shawn next to me, my cock pressed against her soft thigh as I bent down to press my lips against hers, and when she kissed me back I eased my tongue in. The kiss lasted quite a while, and during it her hand had reached down to grab my cock again. "You like my cock, don't you Shawn?" I asked and she nodded. "You kiss nice." "That was what we were doing behind the garage - me and Lois," Shawn explained. "I was going to meet Billy Shea in the woods and I didn't know how to kiss, so Lois..." "She taught you?" I said in finishing her sentence and Shawn gave me an embarrassed nod. "She taught you well. Nothing to be embarrassed about honey. I would love to see you two together. I'll bet you two have some nice sleepovers." "Can't any more. Mom won't let me." "Too bad," I said. "Ooh. Your hand feels so nice but I think your mouth would feel even better." With that I put my hands on Shawn's shoulders and eased her down to the carpet, which had to be softer that the ground she had knelt in earlier. She looked so cute as she knelt there staring at the 10" of swollen flesh swaying in her face, looking up at me with doe-like eyes while her hand reached up to grab the base of it. "That's it," I groaned as she opened her mouth and let her lips slide down the vein-riddle shaft. "Use both hands if it's easier." Shawn did as I asked, wrapping both of her little fists around the shaft while her mouth went down a few inches before retreating. "See?" I'm not too big for you after all, am I? Feels so good," I told her while running my hands through her hair. I reached over to the dresser and pulled out a tube of lube, squirting some of it on Shawn's hands while encouraging her to let her hands slide up and down while she sucked as much as she could. Shawn was trying her best to force her mouth down as far as she could, even gagging a couple of times when I hit the back of her throat. Her spit was reaching about 4" down my cock while her lube and her fists worked the rest. She was getting comfortable enough to even let go with one of her hands to reach under and grab my balls. "Oh, you nasty girl," I cackled when her greased hands kneaded my nuts. "So good, That's it. Pull on them. Get as rough as you want. You want to make me cum don't you?" I usually have good self-control but for some reason I didn't think I would be able to last too long. Maybe it was the fact that I had watched this girl grow up over the years. What was that old song? Bobby Sox to Stockings? Whatever it was, the fact was that this was going to end way too soon for me. "Going to cum soon Shawn. You going to swallow mine like you did your Daddy's?" I asked, and her response was to suck and pump my cock even harder. I imagine that I looked a lot like her old man had earlier. My knees buckled a bit and then I felt my cock spurting into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed what she could, only gagging a little, and the sight of some of my cum drooling out of the sides of her mouth only made her look cuter in my eyes. Shawn didn't stop sucking as I went limp in her mouth, and I finally had to reach down and grab her under her arms to lift her up. "Did I do good?" she asked hopefully. "More that good. Now it's time to make you happy," I said. Shawn's eyes bugged out as I eased her backwards onto the bed, but then she realized what I was going to do as I parted those plump thighs and lowered my face into her lightly furred delta. She was dripping wet even before my tongue got there, the pungent scent of a woman in heat hitting my face as I licked her sex. It felt like I was putting my face into an oven as I caressed her clit with my tongue and lips. Sweet untouched pussy, or at least virtually untouched. Maybe a few fingers and the hippie girls tongue had been here before, and while the thought of some day being allowed to push my cock into that virginal opening was enticing, I was happy doing what I was for the time being. Shawn's ass. As I cupped her plump but firm buttocks and lifted her so my tongue could glide down towards her pink puckered ring, I wondered whether Father Reed had managed to stick his dick into that tiny orifice. He did have a thing for asses for both genders. I let my tongue slide back up the ridge and into Shawn's pussy, and before long the fists that had gripped my cock were tearing at the sheets. Legs kicking and arms flailing, Shawn came, her teenage squeals music to my ears as her cherubic body writhed and bounced under me before she finally went limp. "Oh man," Shawn exclaimed as I slid up the sheets to join her. "That was groovy." "I agree," I said, my hand gently caressing her breasts, which remained firm and proud even with her on her back. I let my hand slide away from her nipple and ran it over her moist body, making Shawn giggle when my fingers stroked the faint peach fuzz under her arm. "Didn't shave this morning," Shawn tittered. "Didn't know I was going to be seen like this." "That's okay. You look sexy anyway," I assured her, and when I saw her looking over at the clock I asked her if she had to leave. "There's a lot more that we could do." "Like what?" "Well, I know you want to stay a virgin," I explained, and then I whispered my idea in her ear. "With that?" Shawn asked as she nodded toward my dead dick which hung over my hip, and then she rolled her head and shook her head. "Couldn't fit that in there." "You've done it before though? I asked, and after she shrugged and nodded I asked, "Your Dad?" "Omigod no," Shawn said. Fucking Father Reed, I muttered to myself. "I'd be very gentle," I assured her. "It would still hurt though, wouldn't it?" "Yes," I said. "It would." "Let me think about it," Shawn said, which was better than a no. "Can I ask you a question?" "Shoot." "How big is your - you know?" "I don't know," I said. "When I was in the service the guys in the barracks made bets one night about who had the biggest one, me or this black guy. Pretty childish with the two of us looking at Playboy magazines and trying to get hard with a bunch of knuckleheads staring at us." "I wish I saw that." "You are a naughty little thing, aren't you?" I chided her. "Well, I'm being honest," Shawn said. "So who won?" "I did. The guy that had to hold the rulers under our cock didn't want to touch them so he just jabbed the end underneath and I was an inch bigger." "How long was it?" "What difference does it make?" I asked. "Why, are you going to tell your friend Lois? Tell her about what we did?" Shawn shook her head but I knew she wasn't being honest and told her so. "Well, Lois does all this crazy stuff and I have to listen to it. I never have any good stories to tell," Shawn complained. "I never do anything cool." It was barely noon and Shawn had already sucked her father's cock and then gone into the bedroom of a neighbor and given him head and let him go down on you. Sounds like interesting stuff to me but then again I'm not 18. "Well?" "He said it was 11" but like I said, I don't think it was a real accurate measurement. Maybe he had his money on me." "Does that hurt?" Shawn said as she grabbed the end of my foreskin and lifted my cock up from my hip by it. "No." "This is so neat." "So when you tell Lois what you did, what do you think she'll say?" "Probably call me a liar," Shawn said. "If you wanted to, you could bring her over some day," I said. "Why? Would tell her that I wasn't lying?" "Actually, I was thinking that maybe the three of us could have some fun," I said. "You really are perverted," Shawn declared as she rolled out of bed. "Wanting to be with 2 beautiful young women is perverted? Then I'm guilty." "I'm not beautiful," Shawn said in a voice that was so sad sounding it would have been comical if she wasn't serious, standing there with her bra in her hand. "You are to me Shawn," I said as I got my aching bones over to the side of the bed and sat on the edge while extending my arms out to her. "And if you ever feel you aren't, you come to see me and I'll set you straight." "You make me feel so good." "Not scared of me anymore?" I asked as she got in front of me, and Shawn fell into my arms for a hug. "No." she whispered before we kissed, and as our tongues dueled I felt her hand reaching down between my legs. "You going to think about what I suggested?" I asked as her hand pulled on what had become her favorite toy. "Think about how go it would feel to have a man inside of you, probing you long and deep while driving you wild." "Maybe," Shawn said. "I gotta think about it." "Good enough," I said as Shawn got dressed, and before she left I added, "Be sure to say hello to Lois for me." Shawn said she would, and later in the day I glanced over towards the Hermann residence and saw Shawn and her hairy hippie friend out on the porch hanging out. They didn't come over, although they both seemed to glance towards my house a lot. Just as well, I figured, because I'm not a kid anymore and handling two little hotties like them would take a lot out of me. Shawn had already managed to sap a lot of my strength, and although my spirit was willing I think my flesh might not be ready today. Tomorrow is another day. *** thanks for reading