John Mellors was a well-behaved boy who didn't normally go trespassing in neighbours' gardens and spying on people, but today the urge to see what his sister Lettie was doing had overwhelmed him.
For weeks now, from even before the summer holidays had started, she'd been disappearing across the road to Mr Whitaker's house, to swim in his pool and work on her school project with her best friend Janie. She'd been staying at Janie's a lot too, but John hadn't paid much attention, until two days ago he'd overheard his mum saying something to his dad, in the kitchen. It had sounded like: "I don't know what they get up to over there, and I don't want to know." His dad had replied: "Well they won't come to any harm with David, he's the nicest old chap you could think of," and his mum had just said "I suppose so."
What did that mean??
John had recently started puberty. His voice had gone deeper, in a wobbly sort of way, and his dick had suddenly started going big from time to time, out to a good four inches long, or a bit more even, and feeling great when it did. Girls were sexy, not a nuisance after all.
Sex was on his mind generally.
He was a bit worried about the way his cock had gone hard when he and a few of his friends at school had felt up each other's dicks, after class, which they'd done three times. And about how for one boy especially it went up fast and easily. Was he gay??
Being homosexual would be terrible. Anyone who was even suspected of being gay was picked on mercilessly. The very word 'gay' was used as a general insult. Even being Lettie Mellors' brother might not save him.
He and his best friend Simon had compared each other's dicks and touched them, but neither of them had wanked yet. They didn't talk about the touching; it was compulsive, but guilty. They'd discovered sex on the web, and watched pictures and videos, in awe, and now they were acutely aware of a new world that had yet to be explored in the flesh, as it were.
And Lettie and Janie were sexy, as the whole school knew. Older boys were always talking about them; in fact they were the centre of attention wherever they went. There was something special about them but John hadn't quite got hold of exactly what it was. Though Lettie had always been Miss Popular as far back as he could remember, even if for some reason she didn't have boyfriends like most of the others.
So when John had seen Lettie flitting across the road the previous afternoon curiosity had got the better of him, and he'd decided just to take a walk along the public footpath that runs between his village and the next. At one point it goes only one small field away from the end of Mr Whitaker's big tree-lined garden.
He'd crossed the field and looked closely at the high wooden fence, before his nerve had failed and he'd beaten a retreat. Today though he'd come back with more resolve, and when he'd faintly heard Lettie's voice he'd scrambled up and over the fence.
He'd dropped down between some trees and bushes, then crawled forwards through more bushes until he could just see, through the leafy branches, the house and its big lawn.
And now John was trying to cope with what his eyes were seeing: a lawn full of naked girls!
It was hard to know where to look first. Movement drew his eye the most – there was old Mr Whitaker on top of a girl, all naked, with his ass going up and down. That was FUCKING, wasn't it?
But he was as old as Granddad, either of his granddads, and the girl looked like Ann Keighley from the year above! Could that be right?
He dragged his eyes away to Lettie, who was sitting cross-legged in a group of other girls rolling one of her joints, with her bush just completely on display to the girls AND HIM! Her bush was brown and fluffy, and the secret bits must be right below - a CLIT and a PUSSY!
Her tits jutted out, just as much as they did in her clothes, but now he could see her NIPPLES. They were exciting too, just for being visible.
Lettie was talking, as per usual, and waving her hands around one at a time with the cigarette paper and grass in her lap that their mum and dad didn't know about. Janie and two other girls were listening, all naked and all sitting really close to each other and touching knees and arms and feet.
John could hardly believe he was seeing Janie Simmonds in the nude, as he'd fantasised about so often recently in his dreams. Janie was not only completely sexy but she said 'hello' to him and smiled at him even at school.
He recognised Ella Green, the little blonde girl everyone went on and on about, and Jo somebody from Lettie and Janie's year, quite tall and sort of a dark blonde, whom he knew but not her name.
Just as he was starting to look over the girls properly, comparing their tits, those he could see at least, a rattling noise started in the trees and the girls all leapt up and ran for the house.
It had started raining! How unfair was that!
Old Mr Whitaker didn't seem to care though, he just kept on with his ass going up and down, though he did speed up. Ann was starting to make a gasping noise in time with his ass going down - which John was realising had to be his COCK going right into her!
It looked terribly animal and intense; a bit scary, with the rain now beating down on Mr Whitaker's back and Ann Keighley's exposed legs but them not bothering, and now John could hear a slapping noise as Mr Whitaker bashed into her thighs and butt!
Mr Whitaker made this big groaning noise and Ann gave a long gasp and they stopped moving for a few seconds and seemed to be clasped together.
A few seconds later John watched as they separated and stood up, soaking wet in the pouring rain, then ran across the lawn into the pool building on the side of the house. Ann was laughing, so she must've enjoyed it!!
With the lawn empty John realised he was being dripped on and was getting wet himself. He retreated further under the trees, then when the rain kept on he gave up, climbed back over the fence and ran for home, where he had to make up an excuse for being out in the rain getting soaked.
John hardly dared look at Lettie when she got in for dinner. He couldn't stop thinking about her naked – her amazing tits and her pubes. And what was she doing nude with all those girls from school?
He was all set to go back the following day, but it was grey and cold with showers, so the girls wouldn't be out sunbathing.
Even though it was July he had to wait almost a week, not able to think about anything else, until the sun shone again, then when it did he went straight back over the fence and was peeping through the foliage once more.
This time he went early, not to miss anything, and sure enough at about half past eleven one of the doors of the pool room slid open and Lettie came out, followed by Ella, Janie and then Mr Whitaker, all in the nude again! The other girls didn't seem to be there this time.
John watched, riveted, as they spread towels out and lay down, chatting casually as though they did this all the time. Which perhaps they did!
He noticed more detail this time, like how they were all tanned evenly all over. Even Janie had a bit of a tan, and Lettie and Mr Whitaker were quite brown. Ella's skin was a golden sort of colour.
John had never seen all-over tans before. It certainly looked like they must be nude a LOT!
Janie and Mr Whitaker lay down and Lettie and Ella started spreading stuff from bottles on them. Sun cream, or oil perhaps.
John watched Lettie's and Ella's tits as they leaned over to spread the cream. Ella's swayed to and fro slightly, whereas Lettie's hardly moved, though they were about the same size really, just a different shape.
Their tummies, even with them being bent over, didn't have any bulges. Their asses looked pretty smooth too, Ella's a bit smaller than Lettie's. Their shapes were different in general, with Ella having wider shoulders and hips that were about the same width, whereas Lettie's hips were definitely wider than her shoulders and her thighs were bigger than Ella's too.
John was fascinated. He knew both the girls were highly rated for their bodies at school. Evidently there was quite a lot to it, being sexy.
Their backs done, Mr Whitaker and Janie turned over. John very, very nearly gasped out loud - Mr Whitaker had an erection!
It looked enormous, so much bigger than his own; like twice as long AND twice as thick. If that's what girls like Ella liked then he was doomed!
And she obviously DID like it. She was giggling, swapping comments with Lettie and Janie, and after she'd creamed Mr Whitaker's chest and legs she put her hand round it! Right round his cock!! Well as far as it would go at least.
And then she played with it and was laughing about it, not taking it seriously at all, putting cream on it and rubbing it. John tried to imagine what it would feel like if a girl had her hand round his own cock.
Mr Whitaker seemed quite relaxed about it too; obviously this wasn't the first time. He reached up and stroked between her legs. She didn't seem to mind. It was hard to see at that distance but his hand seemed to be pointing up rather than along; what was he doing?
And then, incredibly, little Ella swung a leg over him and lined up the ginormous cock between her legs!! She was only five feet or a bit more, surely she wasn't going to ... she'd lowered herself and the great big old dick was disappearing right inside her!
John watched in astonishment as the small girl proceeded to fuck herself on the old man's big cock, sliding up and down and writhing her hips. John could see the big, dark torpedo shape disappearing and reappearing between her thighs.
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