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   bobandcarole wrote:   
   > Brittany in the pool (Mf, oral; inc, mg, pedo)   
   >   
   >   
   > More Than a Lapful   
   >   
   > Ray Grunwald, Nov 2001   
   >   
   > raygrunw...@netscape.net   
   >   
   > Phil was peeing into bushes. He couldn't find Brittany in the pool,   
   > saw her along one side inspecting the people in the pool.. He   
   > suspected she had noticed his absence, or perhaps she had more   
   > legitimate reasons for being on the move.   
   >   
   > On the "prowl," as he thought to himself. She was a little thing but   
   > kind of interesting anyway. Her parents had belonged to the Sun   
   > Club for at least as long as Phil had, so he had known her ever since   
   > he had finished high school and joined the club. He was used to   
   > being pestered and should have developed a thick skin by now.   
   >   
   > Actually, Phil did have the required thick skin.  He had to develop it   
   > in the past as a survival technique.  Being pestered by scrawny kids   
   > is the type of thing that one just has to deal with. She was just   
   > passing out of that stage that the young girls seemed to go through;   
   > kind of sassy and brazen. She and her pack had been pestering Phil   
   > and most other guys for years.  Always, the girls with puberty just   
   > in sight were the ring leaders. They were like terriers nipping at the   
   > heels of the young males..   
   >   
   > They knew they were female. Undoubtably. Yet they must have   
   > known they had society's protection; they were still kids and safe   
   > from "males." Mostly they were just ignored. As much as that was   
   > possible.   
   >   
   > Brittany should have dropped the "protected" label,  but she still   
   > hadn't dropped the aggressive habits.  Phil kept telling himself that   
   > she was just "a little flat-chested kid." However, that kid now had   
   > pubes that were just showing a  little thatch of black hair...and some   
   > nice swelling underneath.   
   >   
   > Brittany was realizing that she might be a women, yet she still   
   > found the teasing habits of her younger days hard to discard. That   
   > made it a little difficult for some of the males. They couldn't joke   
   > too much with her since she was now technically trouble.  Yet her   
   > come-on's were so much like the annoying ploys of the younger   
   > girls that she was generally easy to fool with; horseplay still came   
   > easily.   
   >   
   > Although Phil kept telling himself she was just this "little flat-   
   > chested kid.," he couldn't fool himself into believing  that this was   
   > exactly true.   
   >   
   > And that was part of the problem. A large part of the problem. She   
   > had just enough swelling of her chest to be recognizable as   
   > "female."  Little girl nipples sat upon the soft swellings of budding   
   > breasts. He had just come out of the pool himself because Brittany   
   > hand been more than a little playful.  During the last ten minutes   
   > she had bumped him twice. The bump and brushing up against his   
   > cock was starting to look obvious.   
   >   
   > Such an occurrence at the Sun Club was nothing to remark   
   > upon when it was a bunch of kids involved in horseplay. However,   
   > when a guy couldn't help thinking that it was a female bumping   
   > against him, natural consequences were inevitable.   
   >   
   > He had finally had to leave the pool before his interest had become   
   > public knowledge. He didn't know whether she was that way with   
   > all the guys, or just him.  He also didn't know whether she kind of   
   > liked him, girls at her age seemed to get into crushes so easily. Yet,   
   > then they tried to hide it. Or resorted in innocuous horseplay in   
   > order to get attention.   
   >   
   > He had the suspicion, however, that she was particularly interested   
   > in his cock.  He was pretty long.  Not real thick, but quite a bit   
   > longer than most anyone he'd seen, either here around the pool or   
   > in locker rooms.  He had been quite proud of himself in highschool,   
   > but had since learned that a key to fitting into a society, any   
   > society,   
   > was to be a lot like everybody else. He was just enough different,   
   > here at the Sun Club,  to be noticed, sometimes with suspicion..   
   >   
   > If he was in a particularly prickly mood, he was ready to ask these   
   > people what they were looking at. But only sometimes. Usually, he   
   > was unconscious of any extra attention...or perhaps he was just used   
   > to it.  Still, he was well aware that his behavior needed to be   
   > impeccable; the slightest slip would get some people on his case.   
   > That included inadvertent hormonal problems.   
   >   
   > That had never been much of  a problem for him, however.  He   
   > couldn't have gotten aroused when he first joined the club; he'd   
   > been too scared  of being naked. By the time he was done being   
   > scared, all the naked bodies had just become part of the ordinary   
   > course of events. Evedently his mind had adapted although he was   
   > hard pressed to figure out how that could happen.   
   >   
   > Brit, though, had bothered him recently.  He'd seen her staring at   
   > him, at his cock actually, when she thought she was unobserved.   
   >   
   > She had been kind of obvious, he thought, although he supposed   
   > that she thought she was clever.  He couldn't blame her; looking   
   > was OK, he did it himself, didn't he? Even playing around in the   
   > water, a guy expected his cock to be bumped once a while,   
   > especially if it hangs out a ways. But recently, it seemed that it was   
   > always "her" elbow, or "her" knee that was making contact with   
   > him.   
   >   
   > He could accept that, maybe she was clumsy or something.   
   >   
   > Right.   
   >   
   > Besides, it was hard to explain how she could be talking to him,   
   > then look away for ten seconds or so, and then forget he had been   
   > leaning against the side of the pool...just where she had just   
   > "happened" to back into him. Not just once, either, but over the   
   > course of the afternoon he had to go through the sensation of her   
   > little butt backing into his cock three times.   
   >   
   > The last incident was what had caused him to leave.  He was   
   > already a little tuned up by her earlier actions, and this time he   
   > could feel his cock lay right along her little crack. If that wasn't   
   > enough, he had to piss like a race horse.   
   >   
   > That was enough for Phil and he retired near a ladder. The next   
   > time she disappeared under water, he made his escape.   
   >   
   > He had quickly moved off the ladder and onto solid concrete,   
   > grabbed a lounge chair and headed for a little copse of bushes.   
   > Inside, he was suddenly isolated from the rest of the club. He set his   
   > chair down, looked cautiously around, then peed into the bushes.   
   > He peed forever. Getting bored, he flopped his cock around a bit,   
   > making arches of pee sparkle in the sun. He  felt is cock  respond   
   > and considered yanking off when he finished peeing.   
   >   
   > He thought of Brittany's little butt, gave himself a few strokes, then   
   > caution took control.  He'd never be able to live down getting   
   > caught.   
   >   
      
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