Growing boy-1

Eric ended his bath by rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, and carefully draped his wash cloth over the rim of the tub as his mom insisted he do. Like most boys at age ten, Eric liked to play in the bathtub. His mother, on the other hand, didn’t believe in bath toys, so Eric was reduced to playing with his bar of soap. He got on his knees in the center of the spacious old tub and put the bar of soap against its enamelled side. He gave the soap a backward shove, sending the cake zipping around the tub just under the rim. The object of the game was to see how far the soap would go without flying out onto the floor. That would necessitate a wet trip out of the tub and a careful cleaning of the soap before his mother saw it.

As Eric gave the bar of soap another ride, he felt a funny tingle at the end of his penis. He looked down. His cock was stiff and the swollen head was peeking out from between his thighs. He twisted his torso and bent forward from the hips, imitating his throwing motion in the throw-the-soap game. His cock disappeared between his thighs and the tingle happened again. Was there something wrong with his penis? He arched his back and spread his knees, bringing his cock into view. It certainly looked all right. It felt full, like it always did when it was hard. It was about four inches long, with a strong, straight shaft and capped with a helmet shaped head.

Eric flexed his hips once more, sending his cock-head back between his smooth, boyish thighs. The tingle happened again; it was too pleasurable to be ignored. Eric forgot about the soap game. He bent over in the tub and began to rock his hips back and forth, leaving his cock trapped between his legs. The tingle not only continued; it became more intense. His cock had a funny itch and felt like it was growing warmer on the skin of his thighs. He grabbed the sides of the tub and held on as his hips plunged back and forth.

The water in the tub sloshed around and threatened to slop onto the floor, but Eric didn’t care. The feeling between his legs was just too good to stop, and then suddenly the sensations jumped a hundredfold. It was almost more than he could bear. He gasped and hunched over so far that his face almost dunked into the bath water. His cock shuddered like it did when he shot out the last spurts of pee, but it was all happening on its own.

He couldn’t stop the contractions; they went on and on until the muscles in his crotch burned and knotted. After almost a full minute of exquisite pleasure the overwhelming feelings ebbed and Eric was left breathless and dazed. He didn’t know what had just happened, but he was willing to try it again.

“Are you making a mess in there?” his mother’s harsh voice called through the closed bathroom door.

“No, ma’am,” Eric said immediately. He didn’t want her charging in to see for herself.

“Stop playing around then; it’s time to get out, and you better be clean,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” Eric said. He opened the drain on the tub and stood. His penis was back to its soft state and didn’t seem to be any the worse for whatever had just happened.

~~~

Eric stood over home plate with bat in hand. He was twelve years of age now, and playing softball during school recess was one of his favorite things. He had already been at bat twice, hitting homeruns both times. The field on which they played held three ball diamonds without any fences between them, so any hits that got past an outfielder had a chance to bounce and roll an inordinate distance.

The score was tied and recess time was nearly over. Eric was likely to be the last batter. The pitch came in and Eric swung as if he were trying to flatten the ball. He didn’t catch the ball solidly, but it still managed to sail over the third baseman’s head and go bounding into the outfield. Eric ran to first base and headed to second. He saw his good friend, Adam, get his glove on the ball, and Eric slowed to stop at second. Adam fumbled with the ball, dropping it to the ground. “Run, go, go, go,” Eric heard from the bench. Jose Williams, who valued winning above breathing, was screaming for him to take third base.

Eric saw Adam reach for the ball. Eric knew that if he ran immediately, he could make it; Adam didn’t have a very good arm. “Run, you idiot,” screamed Jose. Eric hesitated, if he ran now then he would be challenging Adam and Eric didn’t want to embarrass his friend. Finally, Adam found the handle on the ball and Eric’s opportunity to advance passed, and he just stayed on second. There was time for another batter, but he grounded out and the game ended in a tie.

“OK, time to go in,” called the PE instructor, Ms. Cane. The kids gathered up their equipment and headed for the stairs that led from the ball field back to the school building.

“We could have won the game,” Eric heard from right behind his back. He turned and saw Jose glaring at him.

“I couldn’t have scored,” said Eric, although he knew that he could have easily gone to third.

“Pussy,” said Jose with venom in his voice, “you didn’t even try.”

Eric just turned his back on Jose. Eric was easily the biggest boy in his class and didn’t have to stand up to the other kids very often. He was easy going and certainly no bully. Eric felt something slam into his back, and he staggered forward. He turned and saw that Jose had shoved him in the back. “Stop it,” Eric snapped.

“What are you going to do, pussy?” taunted Jose. The other kids had begun to gather around. Jose seemed delighted to have an audience. He gave Eric another shove.

Eric’s arms shot out and connected with Jose’s shoulders. The boy stumbled backwards and tripped over his own feet. Amidst giggles and laughter from the crowd, he fell on his butt next to the stairs. Looking around, Jose grabbed a stick of wood that was lying nearby and swung it at Eric’s legs.

Eric tried to jump back, but the end of the stick hit his thigh. There was a searing pain that ran up his leg. He grabbed his inner thigh and doubled over in agony.

“Break it up. What’s going on here?” said Ms. Cane as she ran over to investigate the commotion.

“Jose hit Eric with that stick,” said some girl’s voice from the crowd.

“He pushed me down,” said Jose.

“He shoved me first,” said Eric, defending himself.

“Let me have that stick,” said Ms. Cane, and Jose reluctantly handed it over. When she held it up, Eric could see a nail sticking out of the end. “Are you hurt?” Ms. Cane asked Eric.

“Maybe a little,” said Eric. He moved his hands to reveal a ragged tear in his pants and a line of blood.

“Go to the nurse’s office,” said Ms. Cane, “we’ll sort this out later.” Eric clamped his hand over his burning inner thigh and limped up the stairs to the school building.

Sara Miller was the school’s nurse. She was a pixyish woman with spiky blonde hair and large liquid brown eyes. She looked up as Eric entered the infirmary. She spotted the blood on his pants right away. “What happened to you?” she asked with concern.

Eric told her the story of the short lived shoving match. Sara nodded and said, “OK, pull down your pants and we’ll take a look.” She turned to a supply cabinet and began to pull out gauze, tape and antiseptics.

Eric pulled down his pants and saw that the wound ran under the leg of his boxer shorts, so he went ahead and pulled down his shorts too. His leg was aching so much that he wasn’t concerned about modesty.

Sara turned back to Eric and almost dropped her supplies. Eric was seated on the exam table, his pants and shorts pulled down to his knees. He was looking at the scar on his leg and kneading the muscle of his thigh in obvious discomfort. Sara glanced at his scar, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off Eric’s cock and balls. They were the biggest that she had ever seen on any boy, or on any man for that matter. His scrotum looked as if it contained a couple of tennis balls, and his cock lay draped over those cum eggs like a fleshy shriveled hose. Sara was amazed at its size and the thing wasn’t even hard.

Sara knew that she shouldn’t be gawking at a student’s gonads, and eventually her professionalism prevailed over her curiosity. She casually draped a towel over Eric’s privates and went to work on his scar. He took it pretty well, managing to sit still and not to fuss as she treated the long gash. She cleaned the area and treated it with an antibiotic. After covering the wound with gauze, she wrapped a stretch bandage around his leg as a final dressing.

As she wrapped the material around his leg, it was impossible for her not to brush the back of her hand against his cock and balls. She could have sworn that Eric’s dick was growing longer as she worked, and it was with reluctance when she had to tell him that she was through. She checked his medical records and said, “I see that your tetanus shots are up to date, so you shouldn’t have any trouble. Keep that bandage dry and be sure to see your family doctor if your leg swells or becomes more tender.”

Eric pulled his pants up and said, “Thanks, Ms. Miller, since I’m here can I ask you something?”

“Certainly,” she answered.

Eric was suddenly shy. He was wondering about something and he didn’t know who to ask. He tried not to ask his mother about stuff like this because she was capable of snapping his head off over the least thing. Besides, Ms. Miller was a nurse and she should know. “It’s about my penis,” he finally managed to mumble. “Sometimes stuff comes out of it.”

“You mean besides urine,” said Sara.

“Yeah.”

Let’s jerk those pants back off and check that puppy out, thought Sara. But what she said was, “Well, it usually happens in older boys, but it’s normal to see drops of a clear fluid from time to time.”

“It’s a lot more than a few drops,” Eric said.

Gallons of cum from those big balls, I bet, sounded in Sara’s mind. She put her fingers to her mouth for a second just in case what she was thinking tried to leak out. Actually, she was concerned. Maybe the boy really had some disease that was making his gonads balloon up. “Eric,” she said softly, “do you masturbate?”

Eric blushed to the tips of his ears. Yes, he masturbated. Ever since that first orgasm in his bath a couple of years ago, he’d done it on a daily basis, sometimes more often. At first there had been only that fantastic feeling, but after a couple of months he began to see a burble of clear liquid on the tip of his cock after he came. At first he thought that it was pee, but as the weeks went on, there was more and more of the syrupy stuff. “Uh… yeah,” he answered.

“I need a specimen of whatever it is that you’re talking about. Do you think that you could masturbate into this?” she asked as she handed him a plastic cup.

“Right here, in front of you?” he said, certain that he couldn’t.

She was tempted to tell him yes, but Sara said, “No, honey, you can go in the bathroom.”

He took the cup and headed for the small bathroom at the back of the infirmary. Halfway there Eric’s nerve faltered, he turned and said, “This might take a while.”

“Try to finish before the end of school,” Sara said dryly. That was two hours away.

Eric closed the bathroom door. The room was clean, brightly lit and smelled of antiseptic and soap. He pulled down his pants and winced as his bare skin touched the cold toilet lid. It was almost like jacking off at home. But at home he would have sneaked one of his mother’s fashion magazines into the bathroom. His cock began to lengthen and fill as the thought of fashion models in lacy bras filled his mind. He loved the sight of creamy breasts swelling above formfitting satin cups.

Eric’s cock jutted up from between his thighs. He reached out and put his hand on his cock head as it wobbled about at chest level. He began to masturbate with a twisting, stroking motion. He closed his eyes and thought about female breasts and legs. Long feminine legs turned him on too. The daydream of tanned and shapely thighs and calves revealing themselves from beneath tight skirts and shorts made his cock full and rigid.

Eric felt the warm surge of cum building at the base of his dick. He suddenly remembered that he wasn’t here to simply blow off some sexual pressure. He snatched the cup from the edge of the sink where he had put it a few minutes ago. He pushed his dick forward and tried to angle the cup so that it would catch the eminent flow of fluid. He quickly realized that wasn’t going to work, so he stood, bent over and got the rim of the cup under his penis just as his first shot squirted from his cock-head.

There was the sound of liquid hitting plastic, and then the sound of liquid hitting liquid, and then, just that quick, the cup was full. Eric put the cup back on the sink as his next shot of cum splashed on the toilet lid. He jerked up the lid and cum jetted onto the seat, Finally, he got things under control and managed to spew the rest of his load into the bowl.

“What a mess,” Eric said under his breath. He should have known this would happen. He set to work with toilet tissue and paper towels. In a few minutes, he had his mess cleaned up and flushed away. He carried the specimen cup back into the infirmary, careful not to spill the contents. Ms. Miller was at her desk. He cautiously put down the cup and said, “Here it is.”

Sara glanced at the cup, looked up at Eric, and then jerked her eyes back to the cup. It was graduated up to four ounces and held even more. Eric had managed to fill it full of milky white cum all the way to the top. “That much?” she exclaimed.

Eric shrugged, “Isn’t that enough?” he asked innocently. “I mean there was lots more, but I had to flush it away. Maybe you should have given me a bigger cup.”

“No, this is fine,” she said in amazement. She shook her head to clear it and dug into a drawer in her desk. She pulled out a letter sized teaching booklet and handed it to Eric. “I have an idea that you may need this.”

Eric took the booklet. The title was ‘Sex Facts for Teens.’ The cover showed a boy and girl sitting under a tree calmly gazing into the distance, their school books stacked neatly on the ground. “Thanks,” he said.

“You read that and then we’ll talk about it, if you want. Come back in a week and I’ll check your leg. Be sure to go to your doctor, or let me know, if it swells up or turns red,” said Sara.

“My penis?”

“No, your leg, silly,” said Sara, stifling a laugh.

Eric left the infirmary and headed to his classroom. Ms. Givens, his teacher, simply gave him a glance as he took his seat. It was time for their history lesson and Ms. Givens was boring the class about some king or another. Eric was much more interested in the booklet that Ms. Miller had given to him. He opened it and flipped through its pages. His eye was caught by the line drawings of the male penis. One showed it soft and drooped over, and another drawing showed it erect with a nice, graceful upward curve. ‘The average adult male penis is from 5 ½ to 6 inches in length,’ said the caption underneath the drawings.

That must be a misprint, thought Eric. If it was true, then his dick wasn’t just bigger than average, it was off the scale. That couldn’t be right, could it? He scanned the rest of the booklet. He was glad to find that his vague notions about vaginas were mostly correct.

After school that day Eric went to the school gym. He was going to try out for the basketball team. There was almost no chance that a sixth-grader could make the junior varsity team, but he was tall for his age and besides, it was one of the few after school activities that met his mother’s approval.

Eric was sitting on the bleachers with thirty other boys when Coach Cane came into the gym. “OK, listen up,” she barked above the noise of the students’ talk and horseplay, “Coach Jones has had a family emergency, so tryouts are postponed.” A murmur of disappointment ran through the crowd. “Let’s move down to the locker rooms. You can call for your rides there and wait until someone comes to pick you up.”

The coach led the way down stairs out if the gym. “You boys keep things down to a loud roar. I don’t want to have to come in here,” she said as the boys passed by her and into the locker room. Eric knew that his mom wouldn’t pick him up for more than an hour. He sought out an area on one of the benches to wait. The dreaded Jose Williams wasn’t around – someone had said that he had been expelled. So he didn’t have to contend with that asshole. He decided that he might as well start on his homework, so he opened his math book and tried to study.

“Yeah, I fucked her good.” Eric’s head jerked up when he heard that. He looked around and saw that he was very nearly alone. There were only four other boys who hadn’t been able to leave school yet. They were clustered in the rear of the locker room and evidently the talk had turned to girls.

“I bet you did,” said a ninth-grader, named Charles, sarcastically.

“Damn right,” said the other boy. He was also in the ninth grade. His name was Bobby, as best as Eric could remember. Bobby grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze.

“Not with that little pencil-dick of yours,” said Charles, “I’ve seen you in the showers.”

“Mine’s as big as yours when it’s hard,” said Bobby.

Charles reached down to the front of his pants and began to stroke the cloth covered lump there. “OK, let’s find out. Make a hard-on, if you can, and we’ll see,” he said.

Bobby began massage his crotch in earnest. He looked over at the two eighth-graders, who had been sitting nearby, and said, “You guys need to get in on this. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

One boy’s hand reached tentatively for the front of his pants, but the other one said, “I’ve already got a boner.”

Suddenly, the room was quiet except for the sound of skin sliding on cloth. Eric felt his cock stirring, but he didn’t move. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself. A minute later, Charles stood up and unzipped his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his cock as if he exposed himself every day of the week. “How’s that?” he asked, as he waved his penis back and forth so that everyone could get a good view.

The other three boys stood and there was a flurry of zippers being pulled. Eric couldn’t stop himself from looking. Sure enough, just as the brochure had said, as far as he could tell none of their cocks were over six inches in length. He was certainly bigger than these guys. Hell he was bigger than any three of them put together. “Ha, I told you,” said Charles, stroking his cock and looking at Bobby, “you’re the smallest.”

“Am not,” Bobby said in denial. Desperate to be not the shortest, he looked around and spotted Eric. “Come over here. Let’s see yours.”

Eric felt a surge of blood infuse his cock. He was way bigger than these guys, but he didn’t want to expose himself. It was just too weird. “That’s OK,” he said, “I’d rather not.”

“If you want to be on the team, then you better get over here,” said Bobby.

“Yeah, get with the plan,” said Charles.

Oh what the hell, thought Eric. I don’t want them to tell the other guys that I’m some sort of big geek, ashamed of his dick. He went over to where the other guys were standing and unzipped his pants. There was no point in trying to pull his cock through his fly, so he lowered his pants, and then began to pull down his underwear. The first six inches of his dick appeared above the elastic band of his tighty-whiteys, and then the next six appeared. “Holy shit,” said Bobby in awe.

Eric continued to lower his shorts until the head of his cock popped free. He straightened his back and his cock flopped over to lie on his thigh. “I can’t believe it,” said Charles. He began to stroke his cock harder and faster.

Eric couldn’t help that his dick was getting hard. His shaft began to get thicker as it climbed up his leg. The lengthy piece of meat rolled forward and filled until it was jutting outward proudly. The two eighth- graders goggled at Eric’s cock as it twitched and bobbed in the air. They arched their backs and jutted out their hips, beating their meat as if in tribute to a superior cock.

“Oh man, you’re fucking huge,” said Bobby. “Bigger than my daddy. Hell, three or four times bigger than his.” Bobby really did have the smallest dick in the group. He could use only two fingers as he masturbated.

Eric’s hand seemed to move on its own as he reached out and began to stroke the head of his cock. The guys, especially the older ones, were staring at his cock with envy. It was such a turn-on. His cock grew even harder and longer as a stream of pre-cum flowed from the slit in his cock-head and lubricated his fingers.

One of the eighth-graders grunted and a couple of spurts of cloudy cum seeped out of his cock and dripped over his fingers. Eric waited for the streams he thought would follow, but nothing happened. The boy slumped; Eric realized that he was finished. Seconds later Charles’ face screwed up and cum squirted from the tip of his dick. His semen managed to make some light spots on the floor.

The other eighth-grader finished shortly thereafter with similarly unspectacular results. Bobby held the end of his cock between thumb and forefinger and masturbated in short tugs. “I’m goin’ to shoot,” he gasped. He stretched his dick out as far as possible and grunted loudly as a little sprit of cum trickled out the slit.

Huh, watch this, thought Eric in disdain as he felt his cock swell. The head turned from red to near purple and visibly grew larger. The slit blossomed and a stream of cum blasted into a nearby metal locker, making a hollow thrumming sound. Eric recognized that he had just ejaculated twenty times more cum than the other boys had produced in total, and that was just his first stream. Eric hosed down the locker until the cum was streaming down the metal door and pooling on the tile floor.

“Oh wow, dude,” said Bobby. His dick had shrunk back as if to take refuge inside his pants. “You can play on our team any time.”

~~~

A week passed and Eric returned to the school infirmary so that Ms. Miller could check on his scar. “Hi, Eric,” said Sara as he approached her desk. “How’s that scar of yours?” She was looking bright and perky in a light blue lab coat.

“It hasn’t hurt much,” said Eric.

“Hop up on the examination table and we’ll take a look at it.”

Eric pulled his pants down to his knees and took a seat. Sara noted once more the substantial bulge in Eric’s shorts, but first things first. She unwrapped the stretch bandage and then gently pulled away the gauze from his leg. The scar was pink with a little scabbing, nothing to worry about. “That looks fine. I don’t think we’ll have to amputate,” she teased.

“Oh thank goodness,” said Eric as if he had really been worried. The two talked for a few more minutes about school as she changed his bandage.

Sara kept glancing at Eric’s crotch. In the past week she had been telling herself that the apparent size of his dick had been a trick of perspective, that it really wasn’t the monster she remembered. She had debated with herself as to whether or not she ought to try for another look. This morning her curiosity, and frankly, her lust won out. “Eric, you remember that semen sample you gave me last week?”

Eric nodded.

“Well it came back negative, but I’d still like to examine your penis, just to be on the safe side,” Sara said in her best clinical voice.

“OK,” said Eric. He hoped that she wouldn’t find anything that might actually lead to shrinking the size of his cock, but he didn’t want to have any sort of disease either.

Sara wiggled her hands into a pair of latex gloves as Eric pulled down his shorts. She simply stared at the hunk of meat that lay across the boy’s thigh. It hadn’t been her imagination. It was bigger than any cock she’d ever dreamed of, and it wasn’t even hard. She took its length into her hands and tried to examine the warm flesh without actually fondling. Except for the bluish veins, Eric’s cock was pink and healthy.

Eric was embarrassed as hell, but he loved the feel of Ms. Miller’s fingers on his dick; he began to get hard. She gently turned and twisted his penis as it grew longer and thicker. For a second he worried that she might drop his dick in disgust and order him to get dressed, but to his surprise she began to stroke him from crotch to cock-head, encouraging his hot blood.

Sara couldn’t stop her fingers from their sensuous task. How much larger could this boy’s cock get? Would he leap from the table, calling her a pervert and ruin her professional life? She looked into his eyes and saw only excitement and encouragement. “Do you like this?” she asked. He nodded his head. “I can make it feel even better. Would you like that?” she asked. Her voice was low and seductive. She took his wide grin as an affirmation.

She turned and picked up a bottle of lotion from the top of a nearby cabinet. She squirted a generous portion onto the palm of one hand and held it there for a few seconds, warming the slippery liquid. Careful not to spill the lotion, she coated every square inch of Eric’s cock with the cream, and then she began to give his dick a thorough massage. It was like kneading a hard muscle. She ran her hands from his oversized balls upward. Every time her hands squeezed his cock-head his hips jerked or rocked about.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” she said in a whisper.

“Uh huh,” Eric croaked.

Sara wanted to give him the stroke job of a lifetime. “I can’t believe your cock,” she said. “It’s just so damn long, and I don’t mean like some sort of tube either. It’s so wide I can’t even get my hands around it.” At the base, her fingers failed to meet as she grasped his dick. She slid her hands upward trying to squash his cock between her fingers. She may as well have tried to compress a steel pipe. Eric moaned a little as she made his cock-head swell.

“And this thing must be as big as a baseball when you cum,” she whispered, looking at the purple, engorged head. She released the pressure of her fingers and was rewarded with several ounces of pre-cum that gushed forth. “Oh yeah, let’s get this thing really slicked down,” she said enthusiastically.

Sara’s hands began to flash up and down on Eric’s massive meat. The pre-cum continued to flow from his cock tip, and every time her hands smacked into his cock-head the cum splashed onto her arms. “Come on baby, come on,” she chanted, “put out for me, come on.”

Eric alternated between having his eyes screwed shut in bliss and watching Sara’s face. She looked awe struck as his cock jerked and twitched in her hot hands. She had brought him to a near boil, and she was practically begging for his cum.

Sara heard Eric grunt, and as her hands shot up the length of his shaft a torrent of cum spewed from the end of his cock and leaped at least six feet in the air. “Oh fuck, yeah,” she squealed as the hot cream continued to fountain from the purple, swollen head of his cock. The milky cream rained down on her arms, face and soaked her lab coat.

Eric grunted as his body heaved the cum from his loins in mind shattering blasts. Sara continued to milk the hot cream out of his cock until it had stopped spurting and was merely washing over the head of his dick in diminishing waves. She continued to reverently caress his shaft and cup each of his balls in turn – just one of his eggs filled her palm.

Eric sighed, that had to have been the best orgasm of his life. His cock gave a shudder and he suddenly realized that as great as he felt, he didn’t feel empty or finished. His cock was as hard as ever, and he was still horny.

Sara sensed that something was happening, or rather wasn’t happening. Eric’s cock wasn’t wilting; it was still as stiff as a flag pole. Her eyes shifted to Eric’s face. “You’re still hard,” she said in awe.

“Yeah, looks like,” he said with a wide grin. He began to hope for another hand job. That had been fantastic. He was surprised when she ripped off her lab coat and clawed at the button on her slacks.

“I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve got to have your big dick,” she panted. She threw her slacks to the floor and seconds later her lacy black panties followed. “Hop off,” she demanded, pulling on Eric’s arm. He slid off the exam table making his cock wave in the air like a club. Sara replaced him on the table. She lay back with her feet on the edges and her knees in the air.

She spread her legs and Eric’s eyes went wide as saucers as he stared at her glistening pussy. “Let’s go,” she said impatiently. Eric crawled between her legs, a bit unsure of what to do next. But Sara took care of that when she spread the lips of her vagina with the fingers of one hand and tried to bend his cock down with the other.

Eric got the idea immediately. He shifted his weight so that his cock got a better angle and suddenly the head of his dick was working its way within the clinging wet confines of heaven. “Now slowly,” she told him. Eric eased his hips forward a fraction of an inch at a time. The feeling was fantastic. No wonder the older guys raved all the time about fucking.

“That’s far enough,” Sara told him as his cock-head snugged to a stop. He looked down and saw that more than half of his dick was still visible. He pulled back and began the first hump of his young life.

Sara spread her legs until they ached. She’d never had anything this large in her cunt and it felt amazing. Everything was touched and massaged and stretched; she began to orgasm immediately. “Oh Eric, this is too good,” she gasped. She grabbed at her thighs and her boobs. Her head rolled about and her back arched.

Eric saw the terrific effect that his cock was having and doubled the speed of his fucking. “Yeah, fuck yeah,” he whispered to himself. He felt a ripple of vaginal muscle along his cock and Sara looked as if her body had just been plugged into a wall socket. She was positively vibrating with pleasure. I made her cum. I made her cum like a wild woman, he told himself.

He didn’t even slow down. She jerked about on the table, but she couldn’t escape his plundering cock. Eric watched her cum over and over. He loved the fact that she was helpless with pleasure, but he couldn’t keep her that way forever. The pressure was building in his groin, and finally his cock exploded in a rush of cum that must have filled her pussy to the brim. After his initial blast, his cum jetted out of her pussy as fast as he pumped it in.

~~~

Eric’s mother, Rachel, was getting ready for a night out. Eric could tell that by the way she moved around her bedroom, plus the pleasant smells of perfume and powder that wafted through the house. He looked up at the sound of her heels as she entered the den where he was watching television. Rachel was tall, with an attractive if not eye popping figure. She had chestnut hair that fell in waves down her back, and she was wearing skintight jeans and a plain white cotton tee-shirt with a vest.

“I’m going out,” she announced unnecessarily. She pointed a manicured finger at his face. “What are the rules?”

Eric had to stifle a sigh. That would only earn him a rebuke. “No one comes over, no cooking, no Internet and in bed by eleven.”

“That’s right,” she said. She opened her purse and pulled out her car keys and cell phone. She held up the phone and twiddled it back and forth in her fingers for Eric to see. “Call me only if there’s an emergency.” A second later she was gone.

Eric played a video game until he grew frustrated and bored. He checked the television listings, but there was nothing interesting on for a while. He decided, however, that there was one interesting thing that he could do. He picked up one of his mother’s fashion catalogs and headed for the bathroom. Even though he was alone in the house, he closed and locked the door.

Taking a couple of hand towels from their rack, he made sure that they were available on the nearby counter. He pulled down his pants and underwear down to his knees and took a seat on the toilet. His cock pumped itself upwards in anticipation from between his legs as he spread the catalog open on the clothing material stretched between his knees.

He flipped through the catalog to the junior-miss section. In theory, the models on these pages were his age, but Eric had never seen girls as pretty and elegant as these at his school. He masturbated with one hand as he perused the pages. The smiling girls showed off kicky skirts and sporty tops.