Storiesonline.net ------- Another Yard by Gentalman Copyright© 2013 by Gentalman ------- Description: A naive boy learns the facts of life. Codes: mf mF cons 1st oral toys exhib voy public ------- ------- Prologue Face it, anyone too young to get a real job must find money where they can. From delivering newspapers to cutting lawns, it all adds up. Even taking trash out for a neighbor can yield a penny or two. As a young kid, I wasn't too particular as to where I earned my coin. Shucks, I even cleaned up a neighbor's sewage in their back yard one time when it got clogged up. You might ask why I didn't just get a buck or two from my parents. Well, there ain't no sense asking for it when you know the answer already. My parents were what they call conservatives. They believed that a penny earned was a penny deserved. It was bad enough, they claimed, to have to put food on the table, clothes on my back, and a roof over my head and anything extra would be up to me to earn. I had no argument there and was left to my own devices to get any luxuries I wanted. I remember one time when I found a nickel on the sidewalk. I was one happy camper as I paid for the penny candy I got for it. I remember asking for a bicycle one time. My parents told me that I might get lucky around Christmas time but they weren't for sure. Good thing they said that because Christmas came and no bike. I did get lucky another way and find one in a dumpster behind a tire shop. They let me have it and even straightened the bent pedal on it for me. Don't know whose it was but it was pretty wrecked. Mom thought I'd done stole it and beat me with an old shower rod she kept for such a purpose. She marched me down to the tire shop to give it back to them but they wouldn't take it. She found out that what I told her was true. She didn't feel sorry for beating me though. She claimed that the beating could go for something else I hadn't got caught at yet. That concept was tested the very next day. I left my Slurpy cup on the bathroom sink and she beat me for that too. I tried to use up the beating from the day before but she said that was for something I hadn't got caught at and she sure did catch me leaving that empty cup there. It took a lot of quarters from shopping trips for Mrs. Hanshaw and a little luck in earning a dollar helping Mr. Grisham move his furniture around. Yep, those six bucks took a while but the inner tube for the bike was well worth it. I was going to learn to ride that thing if it killed me. Just to keep me honest, it almost did. I'd watch other kids ride theirs and they made it look so easy. It took a while but I made it look easy too. I started chucking newspapers into people's doorways and I can tell you, Sunday newspapers are heavy! I had to use a shopping cart instead of my bike to tote them around the neighborhood. Try running from a dog nipping on your heels while pushing a cart full of coupons and comics. One crack in the sidewalk can ruin your whole day for sure. Then, off to school to begin the torment of other kids teasing you about the ripped up knees in your pants. The trek back home was a gloomy one too, knowing I'd get a beating for tearing up my pants. At the end of the month, you reaped the rewards of your hard fought efforts and collected from the customers you'd serviced. All you had to do was pay the newspaper company for the papers and what was left was yours to keep. Now, I could understand that you have to work. Somebody has to put food on the table, right? But are you seriously working seven days a week at twenty four hours a day? I tried at different times to collect from the same people every month and you'd have thought I was a Jehovah Witness or tax collector. What I couldn't collect was paid for out of my money and that sucked big time for me. I was the fool to get up at 4 am and deliver the paper seven days a week so that I could pay your bill at the end of the month. Although I had a paper route, the pay was minimum and monthly. How crazy is that? This kid needed his candy, pop, and comic books now; not a month from now! So, I started to mow the neighbor's lawns on weekends. Yep, 5 bucks a yard to a young boy doing three yards on a Saturday was a fortune! Oh yeah, they even paid cash in hand right after you finish. Why, you could walk your tail right down to the Kwiki Mart and pick you up a nice cold Slurpy right afterwards. ------- Chapter 1 A house around the street corner had been vacant all winter long but I noticed a moving van there this summertime Saturday as I worked the yard behind it. A family of three seemed to be busy emptying out the moving van. The husband was an older man; gray on his side burns, Dockers and polo, white tube socks and sneakers. His wife, seemingly flustered, was rearranging the items as the husband placed them just anywhere. With light red hair, a wife beater shirt and blue jeans, I thought she looked pretty good for someone of her age. Then the appearance of their daughter shook me from my thoughts. Wearing track shorts and a halter top, she came bouncing out of the house with a hundred questions for her parents. "Where do I..." "What do I..." etc. I guessed her age to be around sixteen, if not older. Blonde hair with a tint of red; God mixed the parent's hair together to get that effect, I supposed. Perky nose, small breasts, and shapely legs, she struck me as a very pretty girl. At my young age, I was struggling with the word "girl". Was she a girl? Perhaps young woman fitted the description more, but I certainly knew she wasn't in the adult category. As young as I was, nothing sexual entered my thoughts. After all, I had no clue what sex was to begin with. I did my best to phrase her in my mind as a piece of artwork. I could picture her in an art book. She captivated my interest so much; I dropped the rake I was holding while gawking at her. Picking the rake back up and turning back to them, I then saw that the rake had given me their fullest attention. Not what I expected nor wanted, but I wasn't going to stand there looking retarded and decided to make the best of the awkward moment. "Er ... Hi!" I said, as straight forward as possible, a cheesy smile on my face. I received a chorus of hellos from the three of them. That was all they said though, as if waiting on me to continue. Well, I could at least introduce myself so I said, "My name is Zach. I do the yard work for the neighborhood. You guys just moving in, I see." The father said with a wave of his arm over the property, "Yep, we've taken over the place." "Awesome!" I replied, "Should you need your yard tended to, I'd like to earn your trust in doing it for you." "Well, we're moving in today and tomorrow, perhaps next weekend?" he offered. They had a much bigger yard than the neighbors had on my block. Do I charge them more or go with the standard 5 bucks? Thinking they may find out what another neighbor was being charged and the yard didn't have a lot of obstacles in the way, I said, "I'll mow and rake the yard for 5 dollars if you can take care of any weeding that might be needed", noticing the wife and daughter still glaring at me. "Sounds like a deal!" he stated shaking my hand. "I'm Bob," said the father, "and this is my wife Sally and my daughter Melissa. We are the Benson's." "Good to meet all of you." I said as cheerfully as possible. I know that if it were me moving into a strange new place, I'd like to find a friendly face. We then settled on next Saturday and the time. Since they were moving in from an apartment, they had no yard equipment to speak of. I mentioned that I had a lawn mower and rakes. I explained that my parents weren't quite ready to trust me with a weed eater. We finished the business at hand. Sally waved, turned and walked away, headed back to her rearranging. Bob nodded and headed back into the moving van. Melissa just stood there, eying me from head to toe. Then she realized she was by herself and headed back into the house. I turned back to the chore at hand and passed the glass screen door, catching a glimpse of myself in its reflection. I stopped dead in my tracks. Backed up and studied my appearance. Wearing no shirt, I could see my ribs from my gangly 5 ft. tall body. My shorts had fallen way below my belly button and caught by my hips, saving me from the embarrassment of losing my pants. My hair was messed up, giving it a wild prairie look. Sweat covered me from the excursion in the hot sun ... oh, and I had grass that had blown up from the lawn mower and stuck to my sweaty body from head to toe. 'Way to make a first impression goof ball.' I thought, looking like I rolled around in a hayfield for giggles. 'At least you got another 5 bucks next week.' I finished up the yard work on old Mrs. Henderson's place and headed home. Since I would be getting a call from her later to run to the grocery store, I wasn't worried about collecting from her then. Besides, those quarters add up. I lived in a two story, 3-bedroom house. Two of the bedrooms were in the back and one big bedroom was in the front. We had a small front yard and a chained link fence surrounding a good-sized back yard. Next door to our home was an alley with a bar on the other side. Although it was a "den of sin" according to my parents, there wasn't much excitement about the place. I recalled a drunk kicked the phone booth in front of the place once and cracked the glass. That was about as much sin as I'd seen there. Sure enough, good ole Mrs. Henderson called and wanted me to pick up bread and milk. An elderly lady, her husband passed way before I knew her. My dad knew her from church and he volunteered me the first time to go to the store for her. Since then, her quarters for running had helped support my sweet tooth habit. Along the way, a girl from the elementary school came running after me. I didn't know her name but she said her mother wanted to talk to me. They lived two blocks further towards the main avenue in a red brick house. I followed the girl to her door and her mother greeted me there. It seems she needed her lawn mowed this summer and was hoping I could do it. Well, I needed her five bucks and agreed to do it. Since school was out, I was in business and set up a time to get hers done. We agreed that every two weeks, I'd be back to do it again. It became almost comical to me to mow a yard and get another new customer right next door. If I could, I'd mow the new customer's lawn right then if they'd let me. After a day of mowing, I'd go home and write the new customers on a calendar I had in my bedroom. Let me just say that I might not have spelled their names right but I got the pronunciation right. Next Saturday arrived and I headed out to get my yard equipment. Pulling the lawn mower, broom and rake with some garbage bags draped around my neck, I headed across the street to the three neighbors there. This was going to be fast work. There were no fences between the three houses and I could start from one end of the first house and mow all the way through the other two houses. I had it down to a science. Six strips with the lawn mower in the front did all three lawns at once. Doing the hardest back yard first, the next hardest, then the easiest, I was done with all three in two hours. Perfect! This put me on time with the new neighbors around the corner. Grabbing a full garbage bag and tossing it into the waste can of the last house done, I was on my way. Carrying the broom and rake like a soldier does his rifle, pushing the mower in front of me, I rounded the corner and dumped my gear in their yard. I looked around and wondered if maybe I should ring their bell and let them know I was here. Glancing up to the second story window, I saw Melissa pulling her shirt off and putting on a different one. I thought she had a pretty lacy bra on, but it was all silhouetted from the inside of the house. She caught me out of the corner of her eye and whipped her head in my direction. The look on her face was meant to kill. "Well heck." I thought. What was I supposed to do? I didn't know she was going to change right in front of her window! All I really could do was wave at her. I figured it would be about 10 seconds before that house knew I was there and ringing that doorbell wasn't going to be necessary. People get so testy when you see them in their underwear for some reason. Heck, mine wasn't anything special and it wouldn't bother me if someone saw mine. All I know is that it ain't proper to look. I waited about thirty seconds. Nothing; nada; zippo. A full minute passed. No banshee screams, no mamma bears running out to defend their young. No bullets whizzing past my head. I sure wasn't going to look up to the second story window again so I just started mowing the lawn. Finishing it up, I moved to the back yard. Coming through the gate, I studied my task at hand; thinking about where to start so that it could be quick and easy. I sure hated backtracking and pictured me finishing right where I entered. I was startled when a voice on my left said, "I saw you." Snapping my head in the direction of the voice, I saw Melissa sitting on the back stoop. Her head was tilted sideways, resting on her balled up hand with her elbow propped up on her knee. Well, what was I supposed to say? "I saw you first." Was the best I could think of. She said, "I saw you perving me." That's a new word for me. School was out but I seemed to keep on learning. "I don't know if I was." I replied, not wanting to show my ignorance. "Sure you do. You were perving me changing shirts." she said flatly. "Ok, could you help me to understand what 'perving' is?" I asked, thinking it was a made up word anyway. Melissa lets out one big dramatized sigh, "You really are stupid, aren't you?" I drew offence at that. "My dad tells me that a lack of knowledge is ignorance, stupidity is having the knowledge and not using it. Therefore, I am ignorant of the word 'perving'." I replied; all dignified like. She said, "You were eying me while my shirt was off. Perving is short for acting like a pervert." Well, I've heard of perverts. I thought it was supposed to be some old man wanting to do bad things with children. "I'm too young to be a pervert." I said matter-of-factly. "Just how old do you think a pervert has to be?" she said wistfully. "Well, I don't have any idea what a pervert does. Perverts do mean things to children is all I know and you don't look like a child and I don't look like pervert." "Aren't you a boy?" she questioned, a sly look on her face. "Yeppers; a full-blooded American boy." I said with pride. "Boys aren't supposed to watch girls change clothes. I've got boobies that boys aren't supposed to see." she explained. "Oh, I think it would be ok if I did. I wouldn't know what to do if I did see them. Besides, it wouldn't bother me if a girl seen me change my shirt." I retorted. Laughing at that, she said, "You don't have to tell me that! I saw you last week and it didn't bother you at all going around without a shirt." "Most boys I know don't worry about wearing a shirt or if a girl sees them changing into them." I thought out loud. "Why are you wearing a shirt now?" she asked. I had a good reason for that so I told her, "Last week I noticed you staring at me and I found all the grass that stuck to me because I was sweating so much." and then added, "I wanted to make a good impression so I wouldn't appear to be some street bum." Waving her hand she said, "You don't have to worry about that. We have already met. Why don't you take your shirt off now?" I shrugged and reached for the bottom of my shirt. I hesitated half way when I noticed her eyeing me pretty intently. "Are you going to be um... 'perving' me when I'm taking it off?" I asked. A wide grin crossed her face at that and she said, "You are clueless! Girls don't perve on boys!" She had me all kinds of confused. "Well, I just don't get it. A boy perves on girls but girls don't perve on boys." I said, while I finished taking off my shirt and tossing it on the step below her. Seeing that I was at a loss she said, "When a boy perves on a girl, his thingy gets hard." motioning at my crotch. "And girls don't have those." Astonished at this bold faced lie I said, "That isn't true! My, um, thingy doesn't get hard!" Dismissing my statement she said, "You're probably right; you are too young to be a pervert." This left me with more questions than answers. How does a thingy get hard and what does a boy do with it? Why does watching a girl have that effect on a boy, but doesn't do anything to the girl? Are all boys perverts that have their thingy hard? How do I prevent becoming a pervert? My last thought struck me as the most worrisome. "Melissa?" I called. "Yeah?" she replied, checking her fingernails. "How do I keep from being a pervert?" I mumbled. "What? How do you... ? I don't know! Try not to stare at girls changing clothes for one thing!" she said all exasperated like. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was perving on you. I'll try not to be a pervert from now on." I apologized. It was too much for me to comprehend her way of seeing things and I figured an apology was good enough; even though she was the one undressing in a window. With that I started the lawn mower, blocking out all other sound, and started on the back yard. Melissa left the stoop and headed back in side. I finished the yard and headed back home. Four yards down meant twenty bucks and that would buy a whole new rim for my bike with enough left over for gasoline. Two weeks later, I was back on the four yards to do that day. I had more customers added in that time and more work days to my self-made job. It seemed like every time I'd get done with a yard, somebody else would want me to do theirs. I was glad to get back to familiar yards. Working as usual, I found myself headed back to Melissa's house. Needless to say, I didn't dare look up to that window again. I made short work out of the front of the house and moved my gear to the back. Coming through the side gate, I saw Melissa lying in a lawn chair on the patio face down wearing a swim suit. Remembering the last time, I went ahead and took off my shirt and threw it on the bottom step again. Since she was on the patio, I didn't have to worry about making her move so I started on the yard right away. I kept glancing her way, expecting her to take notice of me, but I saw no reaction from her. The more I glanced, the better she looked. She'd look good in one of those swim suit catalogs. I finally double checked my lawn mower path. Somehow, my lines were all crooked and a few spots needed to be re-mowed. Man, I hate backtracking with a passion. The closer I worked my way towards Melissa, the weirder I was feeling. I just couldn't stop looking at her. She was a vision alright. I kept thinking of all the artwork the Greeks made and Melissa would out last all of them. For some reason, Greek art portrayed woman a little on the chubby side to me. Melissa would make a far better model for them. Another thought flashed in my head. Wonder what it would be like to just kiss her once? That would be something worth remembering. That single thought affected me like nothing else in the world. Suddenly, I felt a reaction in my groin. I had never felt that way before. What was happening to me? I rubbed my 'thingy' as it began to ache something fierce and right before my eyes it rose up and stuck straight out! 'Oh My God!' I thought. 'I'm a pervert! What was I thinking? Why would I let this happen?' Now, I am in serious trouble. My family will kill me, I'll lose all my friends at school; I might even wind up in jail with the rest of the perverts! If there was one thing I didn't want to be in my life, it was a pervert. "Melissa!" I screamed as I quickly turned the mower off and ran to her. "What's the matter!?" she asked, popping up to a sitting position in her lawn chair. "I'm in trouble! I need some help! One minute I was mowing the grass, then I turned to look at you and now ... Crap! What is this!?" I stated with serious concern in my voice while looking down at my predicament. Looking where I was, Melissa stared at my dilemma peeking out at the top of my cut-offs. "Aren't you in a pickle!" she giggled, cupping a hand over her mouth. She got up and grabbed me by the hand and started marching towards her house. I stalled at the steps, pulling back, trying not to get in the house. "What's wrong with you? Get in the house!" she told me, tugging on my arm. "I'm not going in there! Your mom will know I'm a pervert! She won't let me cut your grass and she will tell everybody to keep away from me!" I said with sincere fear in my eyes. I was scared out of my wits and wasn't about to be caught being a pervert by no grown-up. "My parents aren't home on Saturdays. Get your tail in there!" she demanded, pulling me even harder. Hope she knew what she was doing, I relented. She led me to her bathroom and closed the door. Turning around she simply said, "Drop 'em." "What? I can't do that! My momma told me to never let anyone see me down below." I argued. That was the truth too. I wasn't supposed to let anybody see me down there at all. That was right up there with seeing people's underwear. "Well, it is going to be awfully hard to fix that with your pants on." she said, while taking a seat on the toilet. I weighed my options on that. I couldn't much argue if I wanted it fixed though. "If I do, you gotta promise me you will never tell a soul. Mamma said to keep it out of sight till I was old enough to know what to do with it and I still don't know what to do with it." "Yeah, you'll figure that out sooner than you know. Now lose the pants." she ordered with a giggle. Shyly, I undid the button and unzipped. No sooner was I done with that than Melissa reached over and tugged them down, underwear and all. My pee-pee was sticking out at her. She let out a gasp at seeing it and asked, "Are you sure you don't go to high school?" I grinned and said with a proud arrogance, "I'm in middle school now!" and in my young mind, I thought I was almost an adult. But in my hysteria, my 'thingy' had gotten a little soft and was leaning over pointing at Melissa's face as she bent over to take a closer look at it. "Ok, I'm going to try to fix it now." she said like a doctor as she took a firm hold on it. Slowly, she pealed back the foreskin then stopped. Leaning closer, she looked up at me and rubbed the tip on her lips and kissed it. Zap! Like a shot of electricity, that kiss hit every nerve of my being and my 'thingy' went right back to being hard. I was all kinds of mad and said, "What the heck Melissa! You were supposed to fix it! Now you got it all hard again!" Here I was all perverted-like and she was making it worse! Some kind of help she was being! You'd think that for someone not wanting to get perved on they'd be a little bit more helpful at stopping the perving. "Calm down Zach, it's supposed to get hard before I can fix it." she hissed, and then took one long lick of the pee-pee in her hand. That tingled all the way through me. "Melissa, you aren't making it better. Look, it's all red now and it feels like it's ready to bust!" I explained, feeling that lick of hers making it swell up. Why she thought it was a popsicle absolutely baffled me. "Oh, it'll bust alright. Watch this..." she replied, and started sucking on the top and sliding my skin up and down over the rest. Her tongue was brushing the underside and sending sparks to my brain. 'Oh My God!' In no time, she was doing one serious number on it and I thought both my heads were going to explode! The tingling sensations were non-stop. I started to relax but my groin refused to. It just kept getting tighter and tighter. 'What to do; what do I do?!' I had to tell her, "Melissa! Something is happening!" I warned, knowing I was going to snap in two if this kept up. She totally ignored me and stayed where she was. My body failed me then. I started twitching uncontrollably. My head was getting light from all the blood pumping into it. My butt cheeks clenched up so much it started cramping. I started gasping for air like I'd ran a mile. Even my eyes clinched shut from the sensation. I had to hold back because she was making me want to go to the bathroom. "Melissa? Get off! I might have to pee!" I demanded, but she just kept it up and mumbled, "Um hum" at me. "I warned ya!" I threatened, and she went even faster. I couldn't help it. Lord knows I tried my best. But my body took over and I gave her mouth some thrusts with my hips I had no intention of giving. I let it go whether I wanted to or not. I felt hot liquid shoot up my shaft and into her mouth. I wasn't done though. It just kept on shooting out. On the final shot, my knees buckled. My 'thingy' popped out of her mouth as I wilted to the floor. I noticed my 'thingy' had wilted right along with me. Gasping for breath, I said "I warned you! I didn't want to pee in your mouth! Don't be mad at me!" and staggered where I sat. She'd done caused me to lose control of myself. What could I do about it? Why, nothing, but sit there and pant of course. What she did felt good but if that's what it took to make my swelling go down, I might as well leave it swollen up. Heck, I'd never find somebody to do that again, I was sure about that. And ... if any of my friends at school needed their swelling to go down, why, they can just keep right on needing as far as I was concerned. There wasn't no way I was going to make their swelling go down and you can take that to the bank! "I won't call you stupid, but you sure are a boat load of ignorant." she sighed, wiping her bottom lip and sucking on her finger. She acted like it was no big deal to her. "What you need is a little education." She proceeded to educate me in the fine art of orgasm. My 'thingy' was a dick, when it gets hard it's called a cock. What I experienced was called an orgasm and yes, girls have them too. Boys shoot cum when they orgasm, girls just get really wet. When you have an orgasm, you aren't peeing, you're cumming. The liquid that comes out is called cum ... and on and on. With each new revelation, my eyes got a little bigger. A whole new world opened in my mind. I'd never been told anything near what she was telling me. Of course, my parents would never tell me anything like that seeing how they were all Christian-like. With all that new information she could provide me and all I could think of was... "How do I make you have an orgasm?" and blinked my eyes from all of the wonder she had filled my head with. She turned her head sideways at me and said, "Wow, you are going to do alright. First, you have to kiss me and get me hot and bothered." Showing is better than telling I guess, so she leaned over and started kissing me, instructing me to open my mouth and then exploring it with her tongue. That was a little creepy at first but I really started to like it. My pecks for a kiss just got a big upgrade with her instructions. She said to just follow her and do what she does. She kissed me on my neck and worked her way down my chest and over my little nipples. Naturally, I did the same. But there was an obstacle. Where I was shirtless, her clothes where still on. I asked, "You want me to kiss your chest like you did me?" glancing at the humps in her shirt. "Nope, you did a fine job kissing me so we can skip that part." she countered, leaving me a little disappointed. Standing up, she promptly dropped her shorts and panties. Placing one foot out of her bottoms and on the toilet, she said, "You need to kiss me down there." and pointed under a patch of thin hair she had there. I was stunned. There was no way I could do that, because just the sight of her special place made my dick start to grow into a cock. I could pretty much guess what would happen if I started kissing her there. Besides, if she had anything that needed the swelling sucked out, I most probably lacked the skill to do it. "Um, if I start kissing you there, my 'thing... ' er, dick will get all hard and achy again. It is already starting to get that way." I explained, feeling the affects of her kissing me all over. "Look, I just fixed your problem by sticking yours in my mouth; don't you think you oughta do the same for me?" she chastised, giving me a 'dare you to say no' look. Well, I was told to always pay my debts but I wasn't sure if I could ever pay it off in full. "I sure would like to make you feel just as good as you did me. I'm just worried you'll think I'm a pervert when I get the same way again." I replied, still all kinds of worried over that pervert reputation. "Wow, I keep forgetting how ignorant you really are. I was just kidding you when I told you that you were perving on me. Get that out of your head. Here, I'll prove it to you." With that, she took off her shirt and unfastened her bra. Cupping the front, she shrugged off the straps and asked, "You ready to see these?" Knowing how she acted from my staring last Saturday I stuttered, "Shhh ... Sure." hoping she was serious. With that, the bra fell to the floor. I looked up to two perfect globes. Centered in the middle of each one was a nipple three times the size of mine. My dick started twitching from the sight, even if I didn't know why. After looking at those twins I took a look at mine. Man, I drew the short end of the stick. I don't know how God knew to make them like that but he was a master craftsman at it. I said, "Melissa, I have no clue what I could possibly do with those, but I sure do see why perverts would love to see them. Those belong to one good looking girl." I turned my eyes back to her special place. A patch of fur was on her mound and it looked like a slit below it. I leaned over and gave it a quick peck. Melissa said, "That ain't gonna cut it at all." I said, "It looks pretty sensative there, I sure don't want to hurt you and you know I don't know what I'm doing." hoping to beg out of making her swelling go away. "Look," she said annoyed, "do you remember when we kissed? It wasn't a peck on the cheek was it?" I recalled her tongue in my mouth and the way it ravaged around in there. I nodded and relented, and then attempted to scoot closer. She reached down and grabbed the sides of that slit. Pulling them apart, all I saw was pink on top of pink. "Wow, Melissa! That's about the prettiest flower I have ever seen!" "See that hole in the middle?" she asked, pointing to where the stem should be in that flower, "Start kissing that while using your tongue." So I did. As I neared, I smelled her scent. My 'dick' was definitely a 'cock' now. I darted my tongue out just quick enough to taste it. It tasted awesome. There was no describing it, as I had never tasted anything like it before. I dove in for more. Melissa grabbed me by my hair. "Let me control your head and tell you what to do." So, being so ignorant, I let her guide me around like a rag doll. I licked when she said "lick" and sucked when she said "suck". Feeling the effects it was having on her, I started doing better ... and better ... and better. I don't know if it was the taste or the teaching but I was pretty happy with the guidance she was giving me. Soon, she was bucking my face like a bull rider. She guided my head to the top where I found a bud. "Suck!" and suck I did. "Now lick!" and lick I did. On the final lick she said, "Shove your tongue in the hole!" and she started humping me like a dog on a leg. Gasping for air, my nose hitting her bud, I stopped breathing oxygen and started taking on water. She flooded my face with waves of fluids. "Swallow!" and swallow I did. I had a sudden thought; she was peeing in my mouth. I changed my mind because, trust me, a boy knows what pee smells and tastes like. Don't ask me how either. She finally calmed down and released my hair. I then realized just how hard she pulled it because feeling was coming back in my head. I rubbed it back to life, getting it to stop tingling. "Ha! You just got face fucked!" she exclaimed, laughing hard at the condition she left me in. I was amazed. I looked down at myself and seen the soaked mess she left me in. That was girl cum, I suppose and if my cum was anywhere near the amount she put out then she had my fullest respect. There wasn't no way I could swallow all of that! Noticing the same thing I did she said, "I'm a squirter. That's what they call a girl that squirts like I did. Most girls don't do that." I know a squirt from a gush and that was a gush. It seemed to me that if you're gonna call something what it is, it aughtta be named right. Melissa weren't no squirter, she was a gusher. I got up off the floor to stand in front of her. My cock touched the hair between her legs. She immediately slapped it away. "Don't put that anywhere near there. You could make a girl pregnant like that." she scolded. She had teased me about being a pervert I guess but I was sure she was dead serious about that. It scared me to think I might have caused her to get pregnant. "I am so sorry, Melissa! I would never do that! I don't even know how to get a girl pregnant." I said, begging for forgiveness. About that time, we heard the front screen door slam shut. Melissa quickly started getting dressed and I pulled up my shorts. She reached over and grabbed some toilet paper, tearing off a piece and grabbed my hand next. Melissa quickly wrapped it around my middle finger. "Melissa?" I heard Mrs. B. yell. "Just a minute mom!" Melissa responded. Leaning in close to me she said, "Follow my lead." She opened the bathroom door and both of us greeted her mother. Melissa said, "Zach nicked himself in the back yard. We just finished cleaning it; making sure the bleeding stopped." "Mercy Zach, you O.K.?" she asked. "Um, yeah, I thought it was a big problem but Melissa made it all better." I mumbled, trying not to lie. "Zach, you need to take it easy. You've got sweat just pouring off of you. You are soaked!" Sally exclaimed, eyeing me up and down. "It's O.K. Mrs. B. I'm almost finished with the yard." I replied. With that, I turned to head back to the yard. Approaching the back screen door, I once again noticed my reflection in a door glass. My hair was messed up ... again. My shirt was off ... again. I was shiny wet from head to toe ... again. The closer I got to the door the more I realized ... my 'thing' was over my belly button but my pants were down to my hips. ------- To Be Continued... ------- Posted: 2013-03-08 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------